Monday's Missives

Huh? Nothing wrong with this picture, but there's not even a chance I intentionally downloaded it to my my computer- something to think about (to me anyway) when someone is accused of having illegal pictures on their machine.

• During The War I carried a loose 5.56 round in my my pocket as mostly a gesture, but ostensibly to blow my brains out with to prevent capture if it came down to it. By the time I came home it was polished- I mean shiny bright from riding in my cargo pocket.


• I took a friend to Baker's Ribs in Weatherford last night and still feel woozy from protein, carbohydrate, fat, lemonade and awesomeness overload. Honestly- I did not even sleep well and had nightmares.


• A recurring dream: A house near the Grasslands North of Decatur- I stop thinking it's a friends. Hubby comes home thinking I'm up to no good and starts loading a muzzle loader. I being the brave commando I am run for dear life. There's a fence I jump which leads to another and another all getting higher until I jump from one to another as they get higher and higher. His muzzleoader is actually some sort of Gatlin Gun and as he turns the crank I hear the rounds buzzing by my head. The summer air is so hot I can't breath and I get to my truck, (always a 1979 Ford- a different color every time) about the time I'm ready to give up and let him kill me. And then I wake up.


• I've had that ridiculous dream every few years for as long as I can remember in my adult life.


• Woke up this morning with Pearl Jams Breathe on mind.


• Afghanistan was lost the minute we thought it winnable.


• Zac is now demanding he be called Zachary. He's 3 and already redefining himself- I'm bracing for a difficult next 15 years.


• His life count for fish count stands at 7 now.