Be Carful What You Say

Get a load of this. Elvis Drinkmo had this Talent Test over at his place. I gave it a shot and low and behold, I'm ...

Your Hidden Talent

You're super sensitive and easily able to understand situations. You tend to solve complex problems in a flash, without needing a lot of facts. Decision making is easy for you. You have killer intuition. The right path is always clear, and you're a bit of a visionary.

What's Your Hidden Talent?

Now, he had some others and I didn't want to know how evil I was. I kind of digged the Evil Chic though.

I have some complex problems to solve...

To Blog or not to Blog
Milblogging can be dangerous to everyones health. It should only be done in moderation. Everyone wants to know if I'll continue writing in Iraq. I intend to. My Father(who reads this) has offered to set me up with a Lap Top Computer to take with me. I'm going to have to load him down with some Deer Meat too. Of course the availabilty of the Internet will be another factor. That and time may hamper me some. The next factor is my Chain Of Command. Once in theator I have to inform them of my Blogging. At that time, they can restrict my posting or even shut me down. I know of the Man I'll be working for, but, I've never personaly knew him. However I'm optimistic that I'll be allowed to continue.
You may remember a while back I posted a request from another Milblogger that Money be raised to purchase a Wheel Chair for a crippled Iraqi Interpreter, "Kevin". Well, the boy got shut down for a while. Soldiers are not allowed to raise money, a new Wheel Chair would make "Kevin" a target as well. That's unfortunate but it's true. If such a thought had occured to me I would not have done it. There is much discretion to be used in Milblogging. Yet, we serve as unnofficial Public Realtions and a Public Service. I think the Founding Fathers would be greatful for the Common Citizen to relate with the Soldier. I don't work for the Government, I work for the American People.

I should have kept my mouth shut
I fired the Cat. She couldn't catch the rat, so I fired her. I bought a trap...a week and a half, nothing. I apologised to the Cat. This morning, it was dead. I have a good mind to go kick the thing around the yard. I was talking to My Ex's Dadd about it. He said once he put out some traps and a big Warf Rat(Wich is what I had) got caught in one of the traps, so he goes to it and it's stumbling around. He finished it with a Coke Bottle(back when they were glass). Being a Warf Rat, no wonder Pixie didn't get hold of it. I sure owe her an apology. I still have the mind to go and kick the darn thing around the yard.

Excuse me, I have a vision...
Applachian Intellectual