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WooHoo! It's Friday! What does that mean?
I hear this every week. Starting Monday (well, maybe not Monday morning...) we start discussing in great detail just how "tore up" we're going to get this upcoming weekend.
And not once do we discuss how we're going to get back home safely.
As a soldier, I'm keenly aware of our losses oversees. I've watched it happen, up close and in my face. That being said ... since the start of the Global War on Terrorism (five years), the number of casualties we've suffered is LESS THAN ONE THIRD of the number of people killed in alcohol-related automobile accidents in 2005!!
Not trying to trivialize the sacrifices made by my fellow brothers and sisters in arms, and I'm not trying to start some sort of political agenda. I am saying is that if you're going to go have a good time, please have a safe one, so we can enjoy your presence at our gaming tables next week as well.
Peace!
Not only is it Friday, but the great glowing orb in the sky has come to visit us up here in the rain-lands! Woot! Way to go Iomedae!
Same! That big bright thing in the sky is so pretty!
Same! That big bright thing in the sky is so pretty!
I'll say...I gave my students half of today's class time to "find and organize their research materials for the next essay." *ahem* All in the interest of furthering their education, of course...
Why does the sun show up in Bellevue just when I'm about to go back to Southern California? It's not like I'm going to be short on sun down there! Couldn't there just be one more week of cloud cover before I left so that my black car would not be turned into an oven!
Why does the sun show up in Bellevue just when I'm about to go back to Southern California? It's not like I'm going to be short on sun down there! Couldn't there just be one more week of cloud cover before I left so that my black car would not be turned into an oven!
hah I had visited Seattle family for four years before ever seeing Mt Ranier!
Long standing joke: even the weather gets better when the students leave, and our spherical ball of burning gas did return today!
I don’t drink (can’t stand the taste), so I’m always the designated driver. The only problem is, when you are sober, drunk people make you wish for a shovel. A really solid spade to plant a lil’ kiss upside, and then bury their stupid arse out behind the bar. So keep your designated drivers happy by buying them free soda, and using someone else's vehicle. Or else. :)
I drank rather a lot for the first time in ages last night -feeling a little worse for wear today. :( Never again! (yeah right)