Why do you blog?

I ask myself this question every now and then. The answer varies.

I’ve blogged because I thought it would be cool to try. I’ve blogged to encourage myself to hone my writing skills. I’ve blogged solely to amuse my readers. I’ve blogged to get “discovered.” I’ve blogged because I’ve had nothing better to do.

Then . . . → Read More: Purpose

Last night the Captain watched Platoon.

This morning I woke up with a wicked headache.

As a person acutely aware of how much time my beloved is kept away from me, I’ve noticed that in recent months battle assemblies have grown longer, sometimes starting on Fridays, and generally require “being in the field” for the duration. Teleconferences have . . . → Read More: Hooah

I will be twenty-eight years old next month.

I have been living with the Captain for a year.

We have been dating for nearly four years.

Three women who sit in my corner of the building at work have gotten married in the last year and a half.

Two of the three other women that sit in my cubicle area . . . → Read More: Nag

“Stacey, they keep you busier than a one-armed paper hanger around here.”

Yes. . . . → Read More: Occupied