WWI this weekend
Aufwachen!
Okay, so today's the start of the GWA's WWI Spring event. I am sitting here, trying to get motivated to go sew on the buttons to my pants. Then pack, then leave.
It's only 30 miles and I got there late last fall. I am just tired and cranky since a certain red someone decided to wake me up early. Dogs are like that and she's discovered if she saunters over and licks Daddy right on the mouth, he will sit bolt upright spitting and cursing. Then, she can act all cute and give me the "Me, pee, now" code. Of course, if Daddy says "Leave me alone, go night-night" and rolls back over, well, that means we need to be more aggressive and walk all over him, stepping on his head, licking his mouth again, licking behind the ears, barking in his face. Eventually... well you can't really fight women of any species, can you?
Get Goin' Fatso
Anyway, I need to go take my meds, eat something, shower, etc. and get out of here. I also need to stop and try and find a case of Keystone light for my friend. Only in LmF, Pa (as Kent calls it "Light my Fart") can you not just buy beer -- nooooooo, you have to go to either a beer store or a bar. Wacky huh?! Some stupid Jesuphistical law, probably dating from 2 centuries back...
Im Graben
Sooooo, here is me last Fall, fatter, probably waaaay more stressed out. Cranky. I am a "member" of IR23 (I put it in quotes because it's basically me and one other guy who have been showing up, of the 20 or so on our list -- one of those things that blows about reenacting -- trying to recruit and get people out there). Anyway... Here I am sitting in a trench... woohoo. Actually, I had fun BS-ing w/ people I hadn't seen in years. I used to live for WWI -- it truly was the "reenactor's reenactment," but hobby politics destroyed the unit I was in (IR63) and after that, well most of my friends are now elsewhere. Of that implosion, I will not say I was innocent, not at all... but unlike one A-hole -- let's call him "the Sith Lord," I wasn't out to take over or destroy the group. A sad time. Oh well... time to move on. It's like my boss here -- I don't need to think of him. We were friends and now we're not. Ya can't dwell on it. Otherwise you'd be climbing the Texas Tower or walkin' into work w/ an AK-47 or something (or just calling the DOT and the labor board perhaps).
Okay, so today's the start of the GWA's WWI Spring event. I am sitting here, trying to get motivated to go sew on the buttons to my pants. Then pack, then leave.
It's only 30 miles and I got there late last fall. I am just tired and cranky since a certain red someone decided to wake me up early. Dogs are like that and she's discovered if she saunters over and licks Daddy right on the mouth, he will sit bolt upright spitting and cursing. Then, she can act all cute and give me the "Me, pee, now" code. Of course, if Daddy says "Leave me alone, go night-night" and rolls back over, well, that means we need to be more aggressive and walk all over him, stepping on his head, licking his mouth again, licking behind the ears, barking in his face. Eventually... well you can't really fight women of any species, can you?Get Goin' Fatso
Anyway, I need to go take my meds, eat something, shower, etc. and get out of here. I also need to stop and try and find a case of Keystone light for my friend. Only in LmF, Pa (as Kent calls it "Light my Fart") can you not just buy beer -- nooooooo, you have to go to either a beer store or a bar. Wacky huh?! Some stupid Jesuphistical law, probably dating from 2 centuries back...
Im Graben
Sooooo, here is me last Fall, fatter, probably waaaay more stressed out. Cranky. I am a "member" of IR23 (I put it in quotes because it's basically me and one other guy who have been showing up, of the 20 or so on our list -- one of those things that blows about reenacting -- trying to recruit and get people out there). Anyway... Here I am sitting in a trench... woohoo. Actually, I had fun BS-ing w/ people I hadn't seen in years. I used to live for WWI -- it truly was the "reenactor's reenactment," but hobby politics destroyed the unit I was in (IR63) and after that, well most of my friends are now elsewhere. Of that implosion, I will not say I was innocent, not at all... but unlike one A-hole -- let's call him "the Sith Lord," I wasn't out to take over or destroy the group. A sad time. Oh well... time to move on. It's like my boss here -- I don't need to think of him. We were friends and now we're not. Ya can't dwell on it. Otherwise you'd be climbing the Texas Tower or walkin' into work w/ an AK-47 or something (or just calling the DOT and the labor board perhaps).
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