Rupert is coming home!
He’s not exactly thrilled as to the reason, though. This is one of those cases where good news comes with the cost of bad news. Here’s the deal:
Ever since I’ve known Rupert-Not-His-Real-Name, he’s had pretty bad neck/shoulder pain. Just a few weeks before he got his return-to-duty orders, it’d […]

I didn’t get to talk to “Rupert” all last week except that he was able to call me on my birthday because he’d just gotten to the new base and hadn’t been sent out to the field to join the unit yet. He joined them on Tuesday, where they were already in the middle […]

Ace of Spades is talking about a debate going on at The Corner about whether or not military PX’s should sell Playboy and Penthouse. It’s all about this article:
Concerned that the military is selling pornography in exchange stores in spite of a ban, one lawmaker has introduced a bill to clean up the matter.
“Our […]

I’m hoping “Rupert” doesn’t EVER SEE THIS POST. Because that is his hat. Granted, I’ve only ever seen him wear it the time we went tubing down a river last summer, but still. He has explicitly forbidden me to involve him in the dog dress-up in any way whatsoever. Actually I don’t […]

Sunny, an expert in interpretative dance, crafts this evocative pose to convey the way I felt earlier today while doing taxes and telling people to do bad things to themselves:

After a few glasses of wine and watching 30 Rock on the DVR, I now feel more like this:

It’s cool. I’m no longer pissed off; […]

ABC News has an article about who combat troops are going to vote for. They have a reporter in Iraq and she talked to several troops, and quotes them in the article, and conveniently, all five or six of them that she talked to say they’re voting for either Barack or Hillary. It […]

Apparently, life on an Army base can be pretty boring. Who knew?
I haven’t updated on Rupert since the weekend because unfortunately for him, there’s really nothing to tell. His first week of in-processing has gone smoothly but as many of you know, the Army isn’t exactly the most efficient organization when […]

It can only be because this happened before I posted my edict declaring yesterday Punch A Hippie In The Nuts Day.
Six people were arrested at Holy Name parish’s auditorium Sunday after disrupting an Easter mass to protest the Iraq war.
The group—whose female and male members identified themselves as Catholic Schoolgirls Against the War—stood up at […]

“Rupert” is on a plane to an Army base right now. He told me to be strong, not to be sad, and I’m trying but this is pretty rough.
I woke up this morning and promptly began bawling. Listened to him take a shower and shave, and cried some more. Watched him get […]

After hours of holding on the phone with American Airlines, Rupert finally got us on planes back home. Just not the same planes. I got on a flight from St. Louis to freakin’ Minneapolis of all places (just a little bit out of the way), then to DFW, and Rupert went from St. […]

Seeing as how military and Iraq war issues are now extremely personal to me (he leaves in 11 days), I can’t not post about all the goings-on involving protesting of recruiters. Malkin has the best rundown.
Punk. Ass. Babies. All of them.
And not very bright, either. To the surprise of […]

First let’s talk about how awesome I am because that’s what’s really important. I did NOT expect all the complimentary comments on the last post, and people, you have no idea how much I appreciate it. I tell my friends and family all the time that I’m clueless as to why people read […]

Rupert and I really appreciate all the nice comments and support. Thank you all so much; the encouragement is priceless and means a lot.
With blatant disregard for how Rupert might say thanks if he had the evil powers of the blog like I do, I’ll show my appreciation the only way I […]

My totally awesome boyfriend, “Rupert”, who lives with me and is the only reason I eat square meals on a regular basis and don’t dress up my dogs every day, was at work last week when he got a call from his mom telling him a package had arrived in her mail from the National […]

That kid from South Park who, when he gets overwhelmed, rubs his fists together and paces up and down halls - that’s me right now. Oh my GOD, I am freaking out. There’s so much shit to do before the trip to Italy, I just don’t even know. Rupert made us […]