Category: Stupid Marines

Today I will blog about another person who had a dramatic effect on my life.  This person is Sgt. Kenny Perkins, or better yet… Sgt. Kenny Perkins’ mustache.  I remember that mustache being two distinct thing… Big, and red, and horrible.  So three things.  From the moment we saw that horrible creature perched atop Kenny’s lip, we felt FORCED to ridicule him.  We had to purge that thing from our plane of existence lest it attempt a bid at world domination.  For about a week, another Sgt, and I took the time to apply peer pressure to Kenny in an attempt to shave that THING.  I would go so far as to say we were so effective that he contacted his mother for confirmation to what he already knew.  ” You will never have a mustache like your father Kenny” she said.  To which we said “Who’s your dad, Yosemite Sam?!”  You may wonder what the creature I described looks like so you may banish it as well if you ever happen upon it.  I have enclosed a picture……

pay no attention to the man the 'stache is controlling, and try not to look directly into it's eyes.... it may seize your soul......

The ‘stache by itself…..

It normally consumes human souls, but every once and a while it goes for rabbit.

I have also included a picture of Kenny’s dad….. I think.

artist's depiction

Notice any resemblance?

In all honesty Sgt. Kenny Perkins is not a bad guy at all.  Once you look past that he’s from “New England” and is a “Patriots” fan, he’s not a bad guy.  He has had his fair share of bad luck as all of would have.  His reactions however were all his.  I will not get into any of that because I don’t know enough about them to sound remotely intelligent.  I will say this, Kenny, just like the mighty cockroach is indestructible and will outlive us all.

Now onto other things.

I recently had my ankle surgery as of last Friday.  I am currently in a cast and I have been told NOT to put weight on it.  I have already been to one follow up with my doctor and I was not prepared for what I saw when I saw my foot for the first time after surgery.

not a zombie foot... not yet

That cut is WAY bigger than I expected, but that was nothing compared to what was on the bottom of my foot….

dude.... it's a button.... on my foot.... what?

Yes, that little circular thing is a button sewn onto my foot.  BUTTON SWEN ONTO MY FOOT!  I still can’t get over that.  I have metal cables in my shoulder holding things together, but since I can’t see them it’s not big deal.  The button, however temporary is right there.  It’s simply too much for me to completely wrap my mind around at this point.  Other than that, my foot is pretty painless.  I can feel the suture itch every once and a while but no real pain.  I can’t complain about that at all.  Good job doctor!

My employment arrangement post Marine Corps are working out just fine.  Looks like I will not only have a job, but be well paid just as I was planning on.  Well, here’s to 10 years of planning and just having it fall in your lap.


Rude people of the Wal-Mart parking lot, I have an announcement to make:  Even on these crutches, pending separation from the Marine Corps, fat and black, I am and always will be better than you.  As you drive SPEED by in your late 90’s POS vehicle making eye contact while not letting me cross the road remember this.  Your acting like an asshole won’t fill the hole in your soul where your parents/spouse/drug addiction/what-fucking-ever lies.  You are wasting my beloved oxygen, and I demand you stop immediately.  That is all, carry on.

If that box could drive, it would frequent Wal-Mart.

Yes, that is a 4 pack of douches she is holding.  I fucking hate going to Wal-Mart…..

they have a parody website for a reason......

Well that’s all for today.  There is always more I could talk about but today I keep it short.  I hope you enjoyed it.  Oh and here’s your reward for finishing this blog…..

yeah... my thoughts exatcly....

If you have ANY idea is to what in the hell is going on in this pic feel free to leave a comment.  I you have NO idea, and just want to leave a comment, go right ahead.  Holy crap!


Today, as I write this blog I should be free.  12 December 2010 marked the end of my obligated service to the United States Marine Corps.  It was a day I looked forward to for years.  A day I would no longer worry about what time formation was.  A day where PT had whatever meaning I wanted it to have.  Where if some 20 year old gets a DUI, I wouldn’t have to deal with it.  A day where the only thing that mattered was my ability to do my job, and take care of my family.  That day was today.  But it IS NOT today.  My EAS was pushed back to mid April so I may get my foot and ankle worked on, and to give my shoulder time to heal.  A sacrifice that recently I had been questioning as a wise one.  It doesn’t matter if you really look at it though, I was not ready to separate now.  I still had things to do, it is what it is.  I will miss certain aspects of Marine life.  You can’t do something with your entire adult life and not become attached to the routine.

See you guys on the other side. It was fun..... sometimes.

There are some things I won’t miss though……

Look! It's common sense!!! KILL IT!!!!!

another OPS meeting. We NEVER EVER learned....

And my favorite, mass punishment

Fuck it, frag em all. That'll teach em!

Now that my Marine career is technically in its twilight…

..not these douche bags though....

.. I am finding time to get back into some of the things that made me happy.  Things like making beer, doing music, and most of all, relaxing.  I really enjoy relaxing.  Relaxing by myself, relaxing with the wife, relaxing with the whole family, just relaxing in general.  Unfortunately my life has a fair amount of drama, and without some sort of decompression time, I will flip out and bad things will happen.  Part of being a father and husband is understanding that your actions affect your whole family, and not just you.  Growing up and maturing teaches you that.  I think this week as horrible as it was good for me, I did a lot of growing.  Good prep for the real world.

What the hell is the deal with all the cracked windshields, and stripper angel/devil vinyls in Jacksonville?  Every third car has a cracked windshield, every fourth has those dumbass angel/devil stripper vinyls.


Why!?!? Fucking WHY!?!?

I could see the first person getting the vinyls and it being kinda cool.  Especially if this person was either a stripper, owned a strip club, or had relations with strippers.  The next 2000 jackasses to get it however, simply made it uber-lame.  I even went so far as to ask the vendors why people buy these stupid vinyls.  They honestly could not explain it themselves.  What does that say about the population of Jacksonville?  Nothing good, nothing good at all.  Calvin pissing on this was bad enough, but that combined with this and numerous other redneck oriented, southern gangsta vinyls.

This shit makes no damn sense.....

New York is no exception, you people have surprisingly been following the stupid vinyl trend as well, especially my Latin brethren.

Nobody fucking cares!!!!

I can understand that you are proud of yourself, where you are from, your car club blah blah blah, but have some fucking taste and originality.  There is no reason to cut the value of your car in half by making it into a billboard for a product you don’t even have stock in.  Just sayin….  Oh and one more thing.. J-Lo is a no talent hack.

the only place a fat ass makes you talented is the strip club... get there.....

I now leave you with a couple of passages from the Book of Dirty.  Feel free to read them, think about them, discuss them, or ignore them.  Whatever makes you happy.

Book of Dirty 1:22 – 1:20
And in His darkest hour Dirt Diggler was alone. He was fearful for His family, and His own well being. He looked towards the Heavens for some reasoning. And he cried out to His God “WHY HAVE YOU LEFT ME HERE SURROUNDED BY THESE SERPENTS!?”. His God answered by shining a beam of light upon Dirt Diggler and revealing to him a great truth.  His God revealed onto Dirt Diggler that the serpent existed in His life only to provide an evil to contrast the good in His life. Dirt Diggler did not understand. He asked “Why must the serpent be so evil when it does not benifit the serpent?” His God responded “It is the nature of the serpent to be evil, that is how I created it.”

Book of Dirty 3:7 – 3:12
Dirt Diggler looked upon his children, and he was happy.  His daughters were healthy, and happy, but ultimately unfinished.  If they were to replace Dirt Diggler and his wife, they would have to grow as Dirt Digger did.  They would have to know pain, failure, and betrayal.  So Dirt Diggler did not shield the world from them.  He let them learn pain, failure, and betrayal, but he stood with them and let them borrow His strength to persevere and truly grow from their experiences.

Thank you for reading this far.  I feel the need to reward you for your dedication.

Love is a beautiful thing. Really it is. Enjoy life!

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Most religions have some type of holy book, or scripture, or the written ramblings of a prophet or something they base their religion on.  These texts provide the framework for all aspects of the worshipers life from the morning routine to finances.  The Holy Bible, Torah, and Qua ran are all different texts followed by different people, but all share some very basic principles.  “Don’t steal shit”, “Don’t kill people (unless it’s for your God)”, “treat other with love compassion and respect”, “don’t lie”, “get married before sex (I know…..)”, “take care of your family”, “be a good wife/husband”, don’t have relations with other peoples’ wives/husbands” and so on.  I will be publishing my own writings that I think are pretty good.  Now by no means do I think I’m this jack-ass:

I'm not Jesus, and neither is he.....

But I think most of the writings cover basic common sense.  Today I published my first verse from the Book of Dirty.  Dirty 1:13 is as follows;

The greatest sin one person can commit towards another is betrayal. Murder ends ones suffering, but betrayal leaves lasting pain, and further corrodes future relationships.

These will be published every blog post, and in no logical order.  Please do not attempt to assemble the book in order, it will not make sense.  Just roll with the lessons, not the order in which they are presented.

Today I reinforced another valuable life lesson: People are shady ass hell, and they suck.

I was helpless as my hands were full with my own life....

So without going into detail, I got thrown under the bus.  Once again.  When will I learn to not give a fuck?

I just healed from the last bus tossing! DAMNITT!!!

In other news, I was able to somewhat accelerate my departure from this hellhole.  I spoke with my shoulder surgeon and got the thumbs up to get my foot and ankle worked on next month.  This saves me about 4 months of healing time, and less healing time means less time I have to be HERE.  As I approach my original EAS certain things take on a whole new painful flavor.  Duty sucks that much more.  RSO duty is that much more a waste of time.  Suicide watch makes that much less sense.  Freedom was so close, and I pushed it away to get my health in order.  I know it was the right thing to do, but right this second, I regret it.  I regret the hell out of it.

Such a familiar look for me these days.....

I was told today by the Chaplin today (yes things are THAT bad) to persevere.  That sounds good except I don’t feel that all the drama is necessary.  My desire to persevere something unnecessary is pretty low, as I need it for things that ARE necessary.  Just because I can take a bullet to the thigh does not mean I want to shot in my damned thigh.  I may lack the required wisdom to tell if I can control this situation, but I will sure as hell try my best to make it better.  I have to shake off the haters, and keep it pushin.

Maybe they'll run out of shit to stab me with, or just get tired of it... I hope.

With that said, I leave you with more passages from the Book of Dirty;

Dirty 1:7 – Dirty 1:12

And then Dirt Diggler shook off all the haters.  With all his rage He looked up into the sky and let forth a primal scream that shook windows and frightened both man and beast.  He then looked the haters in the eye and said onto them. “fuck you haters.  I’m out”  And then He left, deuces held high.

If you have any comments, feel free to leave em here.  I answer all my comments, unless you don’t want me to.

A friend of mine, lets call this person “subject M” went on a date recently.  Subject M is going through some personal turmoil and was looking for someone to hang out with, someone who could possibly be more than a friend.  Subject M met with someone with whom they had dealt with on a professional level, but never on a personal one.  M figured this might be someone I could build with, just maybe.  A date was arranged, and that was the only part that went remotely well.  We will call the date “Subject DB”.  Subject DB picks up Subject M with the intent of watching the movie Paranormal Activity 2.  Things are going great until DB’s phone begins to ring.  DB disregards the calls, but they become frequent and unrelenting.  M tells DB to answer the phone and take care of whatever business needs to be addressed in an attempt to move the night forward.  DB answers the phone, it is DB’s ex.  Things do no go well with the phone call.  Talking escalates to yelling, yelling to swearing, swearing to very loud swearing.  M is left flabbergasted by what has just happened and questioned DB over what was such the heated topic.  “Vinyls” was the response, $60.00 worth to be exact.  M starts to feel that this date might have been a bad idea, but continues forward, things cannot go much worse without felonies being committed.  So off to the movies the go, however they do so in silence.  M is still rather shocked by what happened and does not initiate any conversation, DB does not either because DB is a douchebag.

Like this....

....... but probably more like this

Silence is maintained until they reach the theater where the only sounds heard were the conversations of others, and the beeping of DB’s cellphone while DB played an Uno App.  As you can all see this date is going very well.

subtract one part penis, add one part fail

I personally received several texts from M requesting support of some kind, but sadly I was unable to do more than advise.  I did give M some advise on how to improve the situation, most if it consisted of getting the hell out of there and never calling again.  Being the trooper M is, the date continued.  As it was the movie was good, but just as they say it is always darkest just before sunrise, it was brightest before total darkness.  After the movie DB decided to take M on a Haunted Trail in an attempt to spark romance, I can only speculate at DB’s motivation so bear with me people.  En route to the Haunted Trail, DB decides that now it the time to disclose to M all the nasty sordid details of DB’s sex life.  These included but were not limited to : Bondage, Sadism, Anal and Vaginal penetration with firearms, swinger parties, random sex, and whatever else YOUR mind can imagine.  I remind you all that is is a FIRST date.  Needless to say that M is fairly turned off of the idea of spending another second with DB, and puts Escape Plan Alpha into effect.  That’s right, M yawns and says “I had a hard day at work, I’m tired and need to go home”.  After M is safely inside, I would imagine M bathed with this…..

for that fresh scent!

and this…

for that ground in, all over filthy icky feeling

It could have gone worse, M could have partied with people like this

Is this the cast of Jersey Shore?

As for the other updates, I am please to share that both my daughters kick ass in school.  Ayana started the year already meeting the end of the quarters academic goals and has only gotten better.  It was great to hear her teacher tell me how good she has been doing, to confirm what I was seeing myself.  We are so proud of her.  Rianna is also doing well, and we hope to collect more honor roll stickers from her hard work.

I normally don’t mention work too often in my blog as you never know who is watching, and the internet is littered with the lives and careers of those who did not tread wisely.  I have been made platoon sergeant for the first time since 2005.  You can imagine that I am throughly pleased with this regression of responsibilities as I have been a section chief, and SNCOIC of this very platoon in the absence of senior Marines.  It’s like going from being the manager of a McDonalds, to working the shake machine, and only the shake machine.

Fuck you and your fucking milkshake fuckwad!

On a lighter note, yesterday I learned that the base commander for Cherry Point received a DUI this week.  He blew a .14, and had an open beverage container in the vehicle with him.  This happened out in town, and did make local news.  Normally, I do not revel in the failures of other (utter bullshit, you all know I love that shit!)  I can only imagine how many Marines he busted down, how many lives he changed, how many careers he ended for offenses much less than his own.  I hope this dude feels the wrath and is made an example of for all to see.


If you have seen higher ups slide by on epic fails while the little guy burns at the stake.  If you HAVE seen people in power held accountable.  If you’ve even been on a horrible date.  If you have kick ass kids, or whatever.  Comments are always welcome here.

Sorry it took so long to get this blog posted.  It’s been a whirlwind of activity for my family and I.  This blog will not be as extravagant as past blogs because I feel I have to compress a lot of time into a little space, and only one funny thing happened that would rate a picture.  With that out of the way, lets get down to da bidness.

Rianna had a game a week ago.  It was the make-up game that was cancelled due to the storm.  From the time I laid eyes upon the other team, I knew we had a chance to win.  The kids were not overly huge like the last team was, and we had tightened up some of out tackling and discipline within the team.  The kids felt more confident going in as well after surviving the butt kicking they took last time.  Playing kids their size as a welcome change.  Rianna was the kicker, tight end, and running back.  She did well at every position.  She ran hard and picked up some tough yards from the start to finish.  About 7-12 yards per carry is what I’d say she was putting down.  She also did well at tight end, making several key blocks and allowing other runners to cut up-field earlier and make better plays.  Of course I would have loved to see her as the primary back taking all the carries, but I am biased as she is MY daughter, and no matter what I’ll always think she is awesome (even though she is awesome).  I didn’t have to scrape her off the turf at all in this game, and once we though she was going to hit the corner at full speed and cut up field, but this one kid was always there to make the tackle, he was just fast enough to get there from the safety position but in the open field I think he would have been toast.  Overall I was proud of her and I look forward to watching her play again.  I tried to record this game, but they had the damn sticks in front of my camera constantly.  Damned annoying is what that is, but I’ll set up on the other side next time for a better shot.

We went to my mother’s house this weekend to celebrate Rianna’s birthday with family.  My uncle Ralph came down with his family, as well as my mother’s boyfriend Mack.  The house was packed, but we all had a really good time.  The directions Google Maps, and my Droid gave us took us on a rather scenic route.  We passed by some beautiful land, and that made the 5 1/2 hour trip go by a little faster.  While we were there celebrating Rianna’s birthday, something else happened that’s worth mentioning.  My mother’s boyfriend formally proposed to my mother in front of everyone.  It was great to finally see that happen, and with a crowd of loved ones no less.  She deserves to be happy with someone after all the work she has done for the family, and I hope they keep it going forever.

When I returned to work on Tuesday, things were pretty much as usual.  Well mostly everything.  I was leaving the parking lot at work when this devil dumbass is driving down a clearly marked path against traffic.  Needless to say, he was jacking traffic up all kinds of ways.  I think he drove over 2 opposite facing arrows on the way to the ass-chewing I had in store for him.


Big arrows like this one....



... and this one



Needless to say, I just had to have a word with LCpl Jackass in his brand new Dodge Avenger.  I told him in so many words that he was wrong, to back up, turn around, and go the right way.  He gave the proper response and began to back up.  This is where things get interesting.  He decides to back into a small space instead of a larger one.  And he does this right next to a parked GMC Sierra SUV from the early 80s/70s, yeah, an all steel gas guzzling tank of a truck.  So we have: 1. LCpl with no driving skills 2. backing new car into tight space 3. next to giant SUV that is nearly indestructible 4. without a ground guide.  What happened is exactly what you think happened.  He backed into the giant indestructible SUV from the days of yore and destroyed his rear light and quarter panel.  Now my eyes were elsewhere as this is happening, but the sound of his NEW car buckling under his poor driving skill brought my eyes to where the action was.  He pulled forward and noticed the huge damage discrepancy that he just caused, and at this point I pulled forward.  I ask him if the SUV was damaged, he said no, so I told him to go find who drives it and show him what happened.  At that point I pulled forward and left the lot, fighting laughter the whole way.


HAHAHAHAHA... dipshit....

If I hadn’t JUST written a blog about how shitty drivers are out here it probably would not have been as funny, but to me just proved a point: Licenses are WAY to easy to get in this state, and we should probably institute and IQ test to limit the size of vehicle we allow these jackasses to drive to minimize the damage when they invariably hit someone or something.  Well that’s all I got for this entry.  As I always say, feel free to leave a comment.  Leaving comments lets me know you care, and that my effort was at lest mildly enjoyable.  Thanx and tell a friend.


Not the time to drive like a jackass

Turns out that as badly as people in Jacksonville drive when the weather is sunny, and the roads are clear, they are far worse when the weather gets bad.  We just got finished with a 4 day storm that dumped damn near 20 inches of water on Jacksonville alone.  Roads were flooded, homes were flooded, and those roads that weren’t flooded went to crap due to erosion.  All the while this is happening, people are wrecking their vehicles all over the road.  People are driving super aggressively in heavy rain, with low light, and zero visibility.  The same people end up hitting a puddle they didn’t see, hydroplaning, crashing, and hopefully dying.  Earlier this year it snowed.

Oh the joy!

I watched with delight as car after car hit ditch after ditch.  It was epic.  For those who have never driven in this area, I will tell you, people drive like douche bags here.  They do thing for reasons unknown and without the help of a blinker, or even skill.  They do these things while texting, or with their damned faces smashed up against a cell phone.  They deserve to wreck and get hurt.  They will spend 25-40 thousand dollars on a car, but wont spend 20 bucks on a Bluetooth headset.

Rarely an accident. Mostly neglect.

I have no sympathy for any of these people.  Jacksonville is a small city, barley a city at all.  Nothing is really far in Jacksonville and justifies the wanton recklessness people drive with here, but they still do it.  I wonder why.  Is it just youth playing it self out?  Is it something exclusive to this generation?  You know the helmet and hand sanitizer generation.  It is a Marine thing?  If so, how do the non-military spouses fit in?  Is it a North Carolina thing?  DO all people here dive like jackasses?  Is that what NASCAR does to people?

Might just be the reason.....

My morning commute

Is it the fact that people come here from all over, and this is the “melting pot” of poor driving skills?  I truly wonder why it’s so bad out here.  If you think you know why, please feel free to let me know in the comments section.  Thanx.


Well, the girls have played their first games this weekend, and I’m a bit surprised by the results.  I really had no frame of reference going in, but even then, I just knew things would be different than they were.  I got bamboozled into coaching this game and could not take pictures, but Ayana’s Pee Wee Panthers played against the Pee Wee Titans first and won.  The starting offense and defense did very well.  They did whatever they wanted to when they wanted to.  It was like magic in the forest.  The other kids, you know… the little littles ones were a different story for both sides.  They were off the chain with what they would do.  Some lined up on the wrong side of the ball, some just stood there, and one kid on the Titans played keep away with the ball with every adult out there, during the game.  Funny stuff!  I had a kid tell me he was gonna kill me and my team and the we were going down.  A 5 year old felt the need to talk shit to me.  I was dying laughing inside, just laughing as much as I could, all the while trying to herd these little people and give this chaos some sense of order.  Ayana actually crushed some little boy, who landed flat on his back and started crying.  I had no idea if that was OK out here with the little ones, so I approached Ayana and had a stern look on my face, which got her to start crying.  I never scolded her, and I told her good job once I noticed the ref did not throw a flag.  A few seconds later she was OK, and right back out there.  Ayana has one hell of a mean streak under all the curls, dimples, and pony tails.  I left that game sweaty (it was really hot on Saturday), and proud of my 2nd daughter.

Rianna’s Termite Panthers played the Termite Stallions.  I also coached this game which is why there are no pictures.  First thing I noticed was the size difference.  The Stallions were on average 2-3 time bigger than our kids.  This was NOT a good thing, as the kids noticed this discrepancy as well.  They played the game with absolutely no sense of urgency, no hustle, and a heightened feeling of fear.  They were visibly scared of these big ass kids, and in turn those big ass kids wore their asses out.  The Stallions ran where they wanted, and scored at will.  Turns out that none of the kids on Rianna’s team tackle her in practice, because they can’t tackle very well anyway.  Arm tackles were run though, shaken off, and promptly scored on.  Rianna got a few carries for negative yards because they were hitting her at the exchange.  Our QB was getting hit 2 steps into his drop.  It was an embarrassing, and frustrating game to be part of.  All in all, we got our asses whipped.  I had to carry Rianna off the field on two separate occasions because she was laying on the ground crying because someone tackled her with some force and it hurt.  Relax, she just fine, but we told her that we were not going to baby her just because she was a girl.  She asked US to play football, and crying was not going to cut it.  She did have a pretty exciting kick return where she took the ball to the 50 from the 30, but other than that they kept her whole team bottled up.  We did score once on a kick return.  We had so many chances that we were bound to make one work by blind luck.  I can foresee practice getting a little more intense in the coming weeks.  The coaches will have to tell the parents that little Johnny is about to get his ass kicked for his own good, because football is a brutal sport on any level.  The training has to be brutal as well, and that some kids will not like it.  But either they get their asses handed to them in practice, and have fun during the games, or they have fun during practice, and get their asses whipped during the games, Mothers of America will have to decide.

Moving on from football to other updates.  Our garbage disposal went tits up this week.  We were absolutely delighted to hear the sound of it breaking, and henceforth be unable to use half of our sink.  I’ve got my eye on a new one, but it will have to wait for at least a week before I pull the trigger on it.  The broken one is a InSinkerator brand Badger.

One of those parts no worky

I wish I could replace it with this:

This is a real badger. They eat garbage right?

I just have to figure out how to keep this little guy under my sink.

The wife and I also switched out our bath puffs (bite me!).  I was in charge of this task, and I THOUGHT I knocked it out of the park.  But alas, I did not.  When I bought home what I though was a gentle exfoliating bath puff, was actually a new age scouring pad in disguise.  You know the old school one that your only use on cast iron pans.  The ones that will STRIP ALL THE TEFLON OFF YOUR PANS IN ONE SHOT.  Yeah, that’s what I brought home.  I took a shower, and was physically assaulted by this thing.  It was horrible.  I had to warn the wife, with her still dealing with allergy related hives, I could not let her walk into an ambush I inadvertently set.  I just got some new ones, lets hope I didn’t screw this one up as well.

What I thought I was buying......

what I actually bought home.....

I return to work this coming week.  Needless to say, I am really excited (no, not really at all.)  I get to catch up on things missed (crap other people should have done but didn’t), and see people I haven’t seen in a while (really not in a rush to see them ever again).  Returning to work should be joyous, and I look forward to it.(need I comment on the implied sarcasm?)

But I don't want to!

Well, that about wraps it up.  Feel free to leave a comment.  In fact, I IMPLORE you to leave a comment!

As it goes, children grow over time, and become adults.  They become mothers and fathers just as you did, and your parents did.  We are just along for the ride to make sure they get where they are supposed to go.  Children need support, encouragement, love, and instruction to progress and hit their ‘milestones’.  Little Shaun seems to be on her way to adulthood just fine.  So far she can run with the best of them, climb better than she should and she is speaking both English and Japanese.

A young specimen of Shaunicus Runimus Fasticus

Shaun is using the following words: Pan Pan (japanese for bread), mama (japanese for baby food), thank you (pretty self explanatory), no, itai (japanese for ouch), bye bye, hi, kuku (japanese for sandals/shoes), and she bows when thanking.  Some would say that she is learning so fast because she has older kids in the house, and that’s a plausible explanation.  Others would say that since we are more experienced parents we are doing a better job teaching her, still a plausible explanation.  I would say that this is who she is.  Shaun has been in a rush to grow up since she kicked her way out of her mother.  I mean she has been able to support her weight with her little legs as a newborn.  Shaun is not a big baby, she is quite small, I just say she is awesome concentrated.

3 Containers of Awesome, With New Ultra Concentrated Awesome on the Left For When You Need a Lot of Awesome in a Little Package!

Ayana and Rianna have their first football game this weekend.  I am so excited!  I hope Rianna does not let herself get overwhelmed by going live against another team.  I’m not too worried about Ayana getting nervous.  Ayana is so aloof that I just hope she realizes she is playing football at the time.  All the moms at practice are pretty excited about the start of the season as well.  They get to see the epitome of girl power out there showing their sons that girls are strong just like boys.  They will try to live vicariously through Rianna.  I’m not worried or offended by this.  Even in this new age of equality, perceived gender norms dictate what parents will and won’t allow their children do.  I have had to defend our allowing Rianna going full contact to almost every parent that has never spent time with her.  Those that have been around her know that she can handle herself when it comes to sports.  The decision to play football was Rianna’s.  I simply told her that I wasn’t going to let anyone take it easy on her.  SHe would be treated just like any other member of the team and is she couldn’t handle it, she wouldn’t play.  These are the same words I would have had for my son is I had one.  But people seem so caught up on the fact that she is a girl.  Why?  Until they start becoming men and women things are just about the same, with a slight edge towards the girls, and a slight aggression edge towards the boys.  It really can go either way.  I don’t see Ayana playing tackle football, not because I won’t let her, I just don’t think she has an interest in full contact sports like football, but only time will tell with her.

Hydration is key daddy! Ayana at practice

Spartan prepared for glory


I start my physical therapy today.  I’m not too excited about that.  It’s going to hurt like hell and I know it.  I don’t have full range of motion in my shoulder yet, but they will help me get it back, I just have to pay a certain toll in pain.  Tomorrow I have another follow up with Dr. Castillo to see how my healing has progressed.  I hope for good news.  I hope to be able to enjoy a cigar soon.  I’ve got a ton and they are just sitting there, waiting, aging, getting better.  Next Monday I return to work.  I cannot say that missed a single thing about that place.  I didn’t miss the junior Marines acting like idiots.  I didn’t miss the senior Marines acting like idiots.  I didn’t miss the pointless meetings, and horrible hours.  I felt great to be this involved and available for my daughters, and we go back to the normal grind starting next week.  No no mi gusta trabajo tonto! 

Pretty much sums up work

and off time....

We had an allergy scare last night.  My lovely wife of 10 years, Eriko was making dinner while I was at practice with Rianna, and before we got back, my wife and Ayana ate their dinner.  Not a problem, except for the fact the Eriko broke out in itchy hives all over her body.  When I got home, I began treating her hives with hydrocortisone, and Benadryl.  It worked pretty good.  We have had that particular meal before, and the only thing that was different was the bread crumbs that were used.  I looked at the back of t he box, but the ingredient list might as well had been in russian.  The good thing is that Eriko never had trouble breathing, her face never broke out.  We are also happy that the kids never had a reaction either because the baby definitely had some along with the rest of us.  Whew…. close call.

That’s all that’s going as of now.  I’ll post new info as it comes.  Look for a new post Saturday evening if nothing new happens before then.  Thanks for your support.  Feel free to leave a comment.

yeah... you, that's who....

UPDATE: Shaun can also say “I love you”