My Last Day as an Active Reservist....

I'm done. After seven months of having my expertise ignored by enlisted and officer alike, I'm throwing the deuce and buggin' out.

I'm off to work for a large industrial supply company in Eastern NC. Good for two reasons; I get to continue living at the beach and I'm still living near all my friends and my college.

I've discovered something about the Marine Corps, I'm pleased to share with you. The leadership is suffering. The people who join the Marine Corps are doing so for the wrong reasons and for that I'm saddened. I think when an office is full of people and the office happens to be their first duty station that's a problem. It's a problem because after they've been there for a year or two they start thinking in small terms and thinking the small box they subsist in is everything that is. They lose sight of the rigors of Marine Corps life due in large part to the fact they've never experienced it. These people are irritating because they haven't deployed for whatever reason. Most often it's fear of the unknown or wives who don't understand the Corps. The rant ends here...More to come...

...Time for a Drink...

I've been branching out lately. I'm trying new things. Two of which; Ketel One and Water w/ Lime and shots of Patron, ultra premium tequila.

I have to thank my friend, Douglas for exposing me to these fine beverages. While a bit pricey they truly are the two smoothest drinks I've ever tasted.

I whole-heartedly recommend either of these two drinks while you're out and about on the town.

-WP

Muses...

I have muses. Quentin Tarantino has Uma Thurman and I have Kelli, Heather and Jamie. Readers of this site have them to thank for the recent updates. I like to mosey back to their office when I get bored of mine and shoot the proverbial with them. They are newspaper people a fantastic bunch of newspaper people. I go back there to bounce ideas off of them, talk to them about their families, dogs, hunting expeditions.
Despite them recoiling in horror to my analogy, I'm gonna do it.
Jamie is the 'Simon' of the trio. A crotchety dude who in a breath will get excited about one of his many hunting expeditions and in the same breath call me a sell out for enjoying his tale and telling him I'm going to a Kid Rock concert.
Heather gets to be 'Paula Abdul' because she says crazy things. She was just recently brought out of a confectioner's fog by being introduced to No-Bake Cookies.
Kelli while being the complete opposite of Randy, will receive the 'Randy' moniker. She is 5' nothing, slender and white. But, despite her not looking anything like him she stands as the voice of reason for our little forums.

So when readers see some posts in rapid secession think about my muses and thank them if you enjoy the post.

Thanks for reading,

-WP

Great Weekend...Great Friends...Muses....Yonker

Weekend started off without a focus or plan, until Thursday around noon. I got word the local USO was distributing free Kid Rock tickets and all I needed to do was call. So, call I did and secured two for Mandy and me. Triah, Drewsuf, TJ, Melissa and Casey all jumped on the phone right after me and threw down on the free tix. The show was scheduled to start at 8pm friday and was supposed to be three hours long. 5:30 pm Friday we started the trek to the RBC Center Raleigh, NC to take part in KidFest. Shameless plug for Best Western on Capital Blvd in Raleigh, more specifically; John the Front Desk guy who was gracious enough to move us to a bigger room with two queen-sized beds whilst still maintaining our fantastic $59.99, government/internet rate.
The show was amazing. We had the aforementioned free tickets and the stigma surrounding 'free' is synonymous with 'crappy'. These tickets were perfect. I could've if compelled, literally whip a baseball at Kid Rock. Not to mention we had our own concession area with exclusive access to bathrooms and the pretzel stand. $10 beers...but they were good beers. Sapporo was my beer of choice for this musical adventure and boy was it delicious. Light and flavorful. The show was everything you'd want to be, every Kid Rock Song I wanted to hear was played, including his entire new album:Rock and Roll jesus.
After the three hours of Rocking the Kid we ended up at Perkins for post-concert pancakes. Before I finish this story I'm going to hit on another topic. The restaurant was on a street called Yonkers Road. Yonkers sounds similar to something pertaining to ejaculate. So everything from then on was yonkered on or of or partaining to yonker. So, we ended up at Perkins eating things that reminded us of yonker. The butter was yonker, the runny eggs were yonker, everything was yonker or yonkered.
Thanks for reading.

-WP

I Found a Tremendous Comic

That I take no credit for this, other than finding it and presenting it to you.

Feeling Smarter, Feeling Ready to be Done With School...

Also, starting a new job.

School is killing me and I'm losing the battle against academics. Not to be bragadocious but I made the Dean's List last semester and this semester I'm probably going to make the "Why are you even in college"-list. Biology is killing me, Math 070 makes me feel retarded and my online classes are more of an inconvenience than anything. So if I can just make C's across the board and get out of this semester and take the summer off.

Starting a new job working for Grainger selling tools and the like to contractors and people who need tools and the like. It's about as cool as you can get without losing your mind and getting all stressed out. It's a full time job with full bennies and plenty of room for advancement. So I'm jazzed.

Everything with Manders is good. Getting ready for some wedding time in September. That's about it.