Saturday, February 10, 2007


That guy to the right over there...Jamie Morgan. The gorgeous girl is his daughter. She's holding a combat patch from the 82nd Airborne - it was her it's mine. It's one of my most prized posessions. When Jamie was a boy and I was a paratrooper, I taught him to do PLFs off the coffee table. He went to jump school and confessed in the early jumps he often mumbled, "Darn you CB!" (Initials used to protect the I'm proud of this young man and his service to our country. In an way only an airborne soldier can understand, I'm proud that he cursed me during many of his jumps!!! And now I'm proud to display the desert camo patch of one of our most esteemed paratrooper Divisions on my wall. I'm only sad that I can no longer refer to the Proud AA as the "Almost Airborne." From this day forward I will put aside that joking rivalry between Divisions and give the 82nd its proper respect. Go All American!

A bit of history. PLF stands for parachute landing fall. There are typically two types of PLFs. The first involves landing on your five points of contact: 1.Balls of your feet 2.Calf 3.Thigh 4.Buttox 5.Push-up muscle. Hence, when you screw up - the Black Hat would often refer to you as "falling on your 4th point of contact!"
The less official PLF is much simpler (and much more painful). It's called the "Feet Knees Face" landing. You get the drift. And the stupidest question the military medical officers ask paratroopers..."Have you ever been unconscious..."

Sunday, February 4, 2007

This picture gets an explanation...

I like George W. I pray for George W. often. He's got a tough job, and the liberal press absolutely abuses him. I usually keep my mouth shut, it's a survival mechanism working in Higher Education. But like President Bush, I got a bad rap from the press this week. I was having breakfast with 3 of the 4 most beautiful women in the world (my bride stayed home). All capable of becoming Miss America; none willing to stoop that low. They're beauty runs so much deeper than their faces... But that's not why I'm writing. At breakfast a roving reporter asked, "Do you think Hillary Clinton will be the next President?" I thought, I still have First Amendment Rights, I'll answer...carefully. 'If a woman is capable, Certainly Hillary Clinton is that woman,' I began. 'However, I'm not sure the country is ready for a woman President.' My words were meant to express my perception of the nation. But the paper replaced my 'the country' with a simple "WE." Now I'm implicated. What's worse is my face was framed under a "no way in the world will I vote for her" guy. Now it seems, anyone at work I talk to is ready to challenge my so called thoughts on the issue. It gets funny - 2 days later the Editors printed a great piece on how the Nation appears to not be ready for a woman; complete with facts and statistics. Unfortunately, they got front of the section framed by no one...I got one sentence and defined in the 'He man woman haters club.' So...even though I know this is a cheap photoshop job I stole off the net, I echo this Presidential comment for all those who don't like his opinions...or mine!

Friday, February 2, 2007

Hot Babe

Kids say the dandest things don't they. Mine are no exception. I call my wife Bugg...she likes it - don't harrass me. So we got into a discussion of nicknames with our "church" friends (actually 99% of our friends are "church friends"). So there we are in this conservativish group and someone asks my daughters, "so, does your daddy have any special names for your mommy?" She was expecting bugg. But no...not out of the mouths of my babes... HOT BABE they all explain in fits of laughter. No one knows quite what to do or say. They're not even really sure they now want to look at my wife. My face is red, and I'm about to bride is about to climb behind a pew ralphing (not an acronym). When the mood lightened and all the red faces mellowed back to a lighter shade of pale, we all had a really good laugh. The men all high fived me, and the women all empathized with my wife. The end.

OK, but really, she is a hot babe. My wife still turns heads. She definitely turns mine. And she's precious and dear and wonderful. As beautiful as she is, her love for our Lord is what truly shines in Stacy. I'm blessed. All my friends know it...or else they wouldn't keep asking her, "How'd you get stuck with him?!"