Jul 222011

I got a few more things accomplished this weekend. Not as much as I should have, but it was a start. I got most of the knickknacks on the shelves and organized a few things. I cooked my lunch for the next few weeks, and it turned out really good. I did Thai again, nice and spicy, but still not the same as a restaurant. I think it is because I am mixing it with the rice at the end and that is why it isn’t as liquidly as when they serve it to you. I did use a lot more of the curry paste as I normally do, and it is more flavorful, so I haven’t been using as much as I should have been using.

I am starting to see a lot more hits on http://projectpostcard.org. No one has commented or anything like that yet, which I am ok with, but the increase in traffic is good. One of my friends in Florida sent me seven postcards, so that helps the site as well. She sent in some cool postcards with stuff written in the back. Hopefully there is a trend in more submissions. I want some from strangers. That would be really cool.

I don’t know if very many people know this or not, but when I was 20 I did some time in the Navy. I was going to be a cook, work on aircraft carriers, use that experience and work on cruise ships. I made it through boot camp but I couldn’t do the required physical fitness requirements. So after going through boot camp graduation I spent an additional three weeks there doing physical fitness stuff to try to pass the requirements. I was able to do the sit ups and pushups required however running I was not able to run fast enough for them. I blame my knees and ankles for not being able to run fast enough. My ligaments were shot even though their doctors couldn’t find anything wrong. Now I do need to add that is when they diagnosed my reflux so I was going to be out on a medical anyway (Wish I had that medical discharge). Anyway, I digress. So the story was, I went to boot camp and I got a general discharge, which wasn’t a dishonorable but it also wasn’t a good discharge either. The separation was like ok you were here, but you weren’t here, if you want to come back you need special permission and also good luck working for the government and any contractors of the government. Anyway I thought to myself “who would want to work for the government anyway. Really?” So flash forward 18 years and here I am, a contractor for the government. I don’t know if it is Murphy being a nasty bitch or what, however it seems like this kind of stuff happens to me a lot. Another example of this is when I lived in Florida and first moved there I saw the shitty Bay Pointe apartments and thought to myself who the fuck would want to live in those shitty apartments??? A couple of months later I was there and I stayed there for almost 9 years. Fuck!!! Anyway. That seems to be my life. I end up being in a place or situation that I think people in their right mind wouldn’t be in.

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