Credo
"Sign on, young man, and sail with me. The stature of our homeland is no more than the measure of ourselves. Our job is to keep her free. Our will is to keep the torch of freedom burning for all. To this solemn purpose we call on the young, the brave, the strong, and the free. Heed my call, Come to the sea. Come Sail with me." -- John Paul Jones
"Pardon him, Theodotus; he is a barbarian, and thinks that the customs of his tribe and island are the laws of nature" --George Bernard Shaw, "Caesar and Cleopatra"
"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."--Friedrich Nietzsche
"A kind Providence has placed in our breasts a hatred of the unjust and cruel, in order that we may preserve ourselves from cruelty and injustice. They who bear cruelty, are accomplices in it. The pretended gentleness which excludes that charitable rancour, produces an indifference which is half an approbation. They never will love where they ought to love, who do not hate where they ought to hate."--Edmund Burke
“You say that it is your custom to burn widows. Very well. We also have a custom: when men burn a woman alive, we tie a rope around their necks and we hang them. Build your funeral pyre; beside it, my carpenters will build a gallows. You may follow your custom. And then we will follow ours.”--General Sir Charles Napier
"Μολὼν λαβέ" -- Leonidas
"Blogito Ergo Sum" -- Neptunus Lex
Or two Senior Chiefs….
Merry Christmas
My son, the Senior Chief, who will be here tomorrow, streniously objects. The receipt is hardly enough for an E-7, much less an E-8. Merry Christmas Fluge and to all who enter into the realm of Lex. Boss.
Flugelman beat me to it…
Or one soldier
Breakfast.
Or a nice warm up for a Marine, who’ll clear out the liquor locker soon thereafter.
Either way, may ye all celebrate merrily.
Well, I found the worst toy of the season. Not surprisingly, it involves Dachshunds: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOdEE-Z919A
I like this one better: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZqf2IV41qE&NR=1&feature=fvwp
Crazy critters.
Silly dogs!
That is funny. At least the puppy is having fun.
Sweet! Innovation and a happy pooch!
A friend in Ohio sent me the second one two years ago, iirc. Niether of the two Doxies I had cared for chasing balls. But my Blue Heeler loved killing them when there were no handy Ground Hogs. That dog was a ground hog killing machine. I watched her one day when we still lived on teh farm in Tennessee. The Whistle pig didn’t stand a chance. never was wounded by one. The Black Lab, OToH, got cut up several times.
I loved both my Wiener Dawgs. And, yes, they are clowns and that’s why we love ‘em so much. Unless they discover/rediscover pole cats, then not so much.
Ya hadda go and show that ball machine. Schatzi was reading over my shoulder and now SHE wants me to build her one…
Here’s a commercial one: http://www.godoggoinc.com/products/remotefetch.html
Here’s a home made one’s plans: http://www.ece.uvic.ca/~ece499/2003b/group09/ElecProgress.pdf
Badgers throwing things at, um for, yeah that’s what I mean, for dachshunds: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfEB8TSu1Pw
Another homemade one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4STcHXp-CzA&feature=related
With explaination as to how it works.
Gluhwein recipe? Fond memories of the Nurnburt Kristkindle Markt ’79. Cheers!
No one knows how to do Christmas like the Germans. I was lucky enough to spend December 2005 and 2006 TDY to Weisbaden and Heidelberg. (I was REALLY lucky to spend October of 2005 and 2006 TDY to Munich, you haven’t lived until you’ve spent Oktoberfest in Munich.)
Why are all of those other things in with good brandy?
Keep it below the boiling pt of alcohol. 150F is plenty warm.
Ny Apfelgrog is a hit with the German/Czech side of the family. Picked up recipe online somewhere…
Sauce pan or qt crockpot with homebrew Apfelwein, a couple sticks of cinnamon, several cloves and a sprinkling of nutmeg. Add spiced Capt Morgan to your taste (or sensibility). Get’s smooth sitting at 150F the better part of the day.
Oh, for the good old days of getting hammered while at work during the Holidays:
Three martini lunches (I alsways stopped at two, usually)
Conferences with the Director where we had a 45 minute open bar, and we arrived at the proceedings totally schmasssched.
Egg nog with anything imaginable in it
Irish coffee
And peppermint schnapps to wash everything down.
Now, those were the Christmas spirit(s)!
Capt. Do you ever drink the Cab neat??
A good drink, a good book, a good fire, Carols on the stereo and a good doxie lying on top of the back of a good chair across your shoulders, with your one and only similarly equipped and next to you….
Merry Christmas to all.
What GB said.
A nice fire, three fingers of expensive, a good book, Herself across from you writing checks to grandkids. Merry Christmas to all and especially to the folks at the front.
I’ll stick with my hot buttered rum.
If it’s a good book you want, might I suggest “A Year In Provence” by Peter Mayle? It seriously makes me want to move to southern France after I retire.
The Missus gets home tomorrow – been gone for nearly two weeks in Nebraska (brrrr!) helping to babysit her brother’s kids while he’s TAD and his wife is finishing her residency at the local hospital. I must say that I’m *much* more appreciative of all she does in taking care of our two kids on a daily basis!
Merry Christmas to you all, and may the Lord bless you in the upcoming year.
-Padre Harvey
Southern France and Tuscany, Padre. I could be put out to pasture and become a happy old fart in that part of the planet. The people, the food, the climate, the scenery. Did I mention the food…and the beverages of the vine? A man could find himself with zero complaints living there.
I’d rather just drink the wine and eat the oranges, and have the honey and cinnamon on toast for breakfast. But then I’m a simple man….
GREEN LIGHT PARTY AT LEX’S SATURDAY!