I am a soldier in the US army working on getting my degree from GS and commissioning as an officer active duty. Born in California, but ended up in Georgia due to my dads work. My wife is from Cali, and is a cal grad. No kids yet, thank god. Plan on following my eagles til death, even if I am on the other side of the world in a couple years.

(10-30-2014 01:31 PM)GSUCadet Wrote:  I am a soldier in the US army working on getting my degree from GS and commissioning as an officer active duty. Born in California, but ended up in Georgia due to my dads work. My wife is from Cali, and is a cal grad. No kids yet, thank god. Plan on following my eagles til death, even if I am on the other side of the world in a couple years.

Nice when do you go to Ldacastan hope it all works out for you keep that GPA up and volunteer so you get the extra point and high pt scores good luck.

(10-30-2014 01:01 PM)CatMom Wrote:  

(10-30-2014 12:48 PM)sarkelcpa Wrote:  

(10-30-2014 12:19 PM)CAJUNCOUNTRY Wrote:  27 year military veterans retirement date is Friday Oct 31 2014 spent the last 7 years building the UL ROTC program with some great soldiers, My elementary school was on UL Campus I hold season tickets to every major sport on campus, Married wife and I are both former Marines and my new career is in Law enforcement as well as my wife's. Wife is a 2014 UL grad and I'm one credit short. Die hard Cajun fan that would die for my University and I speak clear and understandable English.

Wow, CC! It certainly is a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for serving our country and the same for your wife. So few of our generation took the time and sacrifice to be a contributing member to service of our country. I went in just prior to the fall of Saigon so I am considered a Vietnam Era Vet. Also, thank you for protecting and serving the community in a law enforcement capacity. I'm going to have a hard time arguing with you now that I somewhat know you.

Husband is a Vietnam era Vet. He was with NATO Eurpoe, though, and doesn't feel like he did anything worth acknowledging. Drives me nuts because he (and my kids) both say he did what he was asked to do and went where they sent him. Have a lineage full of veterans and I always acknowledge anyone that has (or is) serving so..thank you for your service.

Have you noticed that strangers are now coming up to your husband and thanking him for his service once they know he served? That has been the strangest thing in the last 10 years that I have had to get used to. Back then (I'm sure your husband will remember), if you were in uniform or knew you were military, you'd get a disgusted look from that person (unless friend or family). Maybe your husband did do something noteworthy and is humble enough not to make a big deal about it, I did not. All I did was pack parachutes. I did make friends with several of the Rangers and had some great times with them. Thank your husband for me for serving.

With regards to your resume, isn't it funny the reactions you get from guys when a woman can talk about sports on an equal footing? I would get that reaction every time some guy walked into the garage and see me working on my car.

The details of my life are quite inconsequential...

very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.

My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

(10-30-2014 01:31 PM)GSUCadet Wrote:  I am a soldier in the US army working on getting my degree from GS and commissioning as an officer active duty. Born in California, but ended up in Georgia due to my dads work. My wife is from Cali, and is a cal grad. No kids yet, thank god. Plan on following my eagles til death, even if I am on the other side of the world in a couple years.

It is great to meet you, GSUCadet. First off, thank you for serving our country. I take it you plan to make the army your career. Are you stationed at Ft. Stewart?

(10-30-2014 01:37 PM)CAJUNCOUNTRY Wrote:  

(10-30-2014 01:31 PM)GSUCadet Wrote:  I am a soldier in the US army working on getting my degree from GS and commissioning as an officer active duty. Born in California, but ended up in Georgia due to my dads work. My wife is from Cali, and is a cal grad. No kids yet, thank god. Plan on following my eagles til death, even if I am on the other side of the world in a couple years.

Nice when do you go to Ldacastan hope it all works out for you keep that GPA up and volunteer so you get the extra point and high pt scores good luck.

I go this summer. They call it CLC now (cadet leadership course). GPA is pretty decent, and hoping to branch signal. I have a 290+ pt score, and I'm doing everything that I can to get the edge on the OML. They are downsizing like crazy!

(10-30-2014 01:40 PM)sarkelcpa Wrote:  

(10-30-2014 01:31 PM)GSUCadet Wrote:  I am a soldier in the US army working on getting my degree from GS and commissioning as an officer active duty. Born in California, but ended up in Georgia due to my dads work. My wife is from Cali, and is a cal grad. No kids yet, thank god. Plan on following my eagles til death, even if I am on the other side of the world in a couple years.

It is great to meet you, GSUCadet. First off, thank you for serving our country. I take it you plan to make the army your career. Are you stationed at Ft. Stewart?

Thank you, and it is awesome to meet you too! Nope, I am currently stationed to GS as a cadet.

(10-30-2014 01:39 PM)TheRevSWT Wrote:  The details of my life are quite inconsequential...

very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.

My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

Rev, are you ever serious? BTW, that description was quite creative.

(10-30-2014 01:13 PM)CAJUNCOUNTRY Wrote:  

(10-30-2014 12:48 PM)sarkelcpa Wrote:  

(10-30-2014 12:19 PM)CAJUNCOUNTRY Wrote:  27 year military veterans retirement date is Friday Oct 31 2014 spent the last 7 years building the UL ROTC program with some great soldiers, My elementary school was on UL Campus I hold season tickets to every major sport on campus, Married wife and I are both former Marines and my new career is in Law enforcement as well as my wife's. Wife is a 2014 UL grad and I'm one credit short. Die hard Cajun fan that would die for my University and I speak clear and understandable English.

Wow, CC! It certainly is a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for serving our country and the same for your wife. So few of our generation took the time and sacrifice to be a contributing member to service of our country. I went in just prior to the fall of Saigon so I am considered a Vietnam Era Vet. Also, thank you for protecting and serving the community in a law enforcement capacity. I'm going to have a hard time arguing with you now that I somewhat know you.

Thank you for your service and paving the way for soldiers like me. Please don't stop arguing with me its all in fun I live for the fight. Down here we usually make up with a beer. So in two years we got to have a beer, wine or beverage of your choice.

Kewl, you're on! Hopefully I'll still be in the Savannah area. Would love to meet you and your wife.

(10-30-2014 01:39 PM)TheRevSWT Wrote:  The details of my life are quite inconsequential...

very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.

My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

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(10-30-2014 12:39 PM)sarkelcpa Wrote:  You and me both! I miss track day at RA but will go back some day. I used to race solo with the Atlanta Region SCCA and even competed in the 2007 SCCA Solo National Championship in Topeka, KS in C-Stock Ladies.

http://www.cardomain.com/ridepost/513011...-solstice/

I want to get back into competitive driving soon.

Hopefully I'll see you out there soon! I have a triple black '05 GTO. I'm going to rebuild the gearbox this winter as my 1-2 sychro has left the building.

(10-30-2014 01:39 PM)TheRevSWT Wrote:  The details of my life are quite inconsequential...

very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.

My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

And all this time you had me believing you were a long-legged blonde with blue eyes, though honestly, the new you is even more exciting. Will you marry me?

(10-30-2014 01:42 PM)GSUCadet Wrote:  

(10-30-2014 01:37 PM)CAJUNCOUNTRY Wrote:  

(10-30-2014 01:31 PM)GSUCadet Wrote:  I am a soldier in the US army working on getting my degree from GS and commissioning as an officer active duty. Born in California, but ended up in Georgia due to my dads work. My wife is from Cali, and is a cal grad. No kids yet, thank god. Plan on following my eagles til death, even if I am on the other side of the world in a couple years.

Nice when do you go to Ldacastan hope it all works out for you keep that GPA up and volunteer so you get the extra point and high pt scores good luck.

I go this summer. They call it CLC now (cadet leadership course). GPA is pretty decent, and hoping to branch signal. I have a 290+ pt score, and I'm doing everything that I can to get the edge on the OML. They are downsizing like crazy!

Well good job my last semester was spring 2014 we were having trouble contracting all of our cadets because we are now limited.

(10-30-2014 02:11 PM)CajunFanatico Wrote:  

(10-30-2014 01:39 PM)TheRevSWT Wrote:  The details of my life are quite inconsequential...

very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.

My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

And all this time you had me believing you were a long-legged blonde with blue eyes, though honestly, the new you is even more exciting. Will you marry me?

(10-30-2014 01:39 PM)TheRevSWT Wrote:  The details of my life are quite inconsequential...

very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.

My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

Good post for the OP. I could hear him saying it in my head as I read your post.

(10-30-2014 02:08 PM)bullitt_60 Wrote:  

(10-30-2014 12:39 PM)sarkelcpa Wrote:  You and me both! I miss track day at RA but will go back some day. I used to race solo with the Atlanta Region SCCA and even competed in the 2007 SCCA Solo National Championship in Topeka, KS in C-Stock Ladies.

http://www.cardomain.com/ridepost/513011...-solstice/

I want to get back into competitive driving soon.

Hopefully I'll see you out there soon! I have a triple black '05 GTO. I'm going to rebuild the gearbox this winter as my 1-2 sychro has left the building.

I am so p*ssed off at GM for dropping the Pontiac line. I'm a Pontiac girl with a 1971 LeMans Sport and a 2007 Solstice. I have my eye on a 1970 Firebird with a straight six that I'd love to convert to a stroked 400. I have a spare 400 that needs rebuilding but nothing to put it into. I hope to see you out on the track someday.

(10-30-2014 01:43 PM)sarkelcpa Wrote:  

(10-30-2014 01:39 PM)TheRevSWT Wrote:  The details of my life are quite inconsequential...

very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.

My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

Rev, are you ever serious? BTW, that description was quite creative.

It's a line from one of the Austin Powers Movies.

(10-30-2014 01:39 PM)TheRevSWT Wrote:  The details of my life are quite inconsequential...

very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.

My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

(10-30-2014 02:43 PM)TheRevSWT Wrote:  

(10-30-2014 01:39 PM)TheRevSWT Wrote:  The details of my life are quite inconsequential...

very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.

My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

I'm surprised no one caught on that your description was from Austin powers. Pretty classic, though.

(10-30-2014 02:52 PM)Tc1209 Wrote:  

(10-30-2014 02:43 PM)TheRevSWT Wrote:  

(10-30-2014 01:39 PM)TheRevSWT Wrote:  The details of my life are quite inconsequential...

very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.

My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

I'm surprised no one caught on that your description was from Austin powers. Pretty classic, though.

Most of us TXST fans have learned to give Rev a wide birth and make allowances.