TC the Terrible

As sappy as it sounds, I miss the Pinewood Derby.  One of the highlights of my year is helping THE BOY build his Pinewood Derby car for Cub Scouts.  This is the second year in a row that I’m missing that event. 

Yeah, I helped him cut the car out and pour the melted weights into it.  But we didn’t get a chance to paint it, or put on the wheels.  And any fool can tell you that getting the wheels right is the biggest issue when building a quality Pinewood Derby racer.

But it might work out after all.  This time last year we got the car built before I pushed out to Saudi, but the wheels were all jacked up.  One of the other dads helped out and got his wheels right the night before the race.  And he went all the way to District with that car – finishing one spot out of qualifying for state.  His best car ever.

Let’s hope he can repeat that performance again.

Saber Squelch Out.

It’s the third day after my H1N1 Pig Flu shot and my Small Pox shot.  Which is to say that today’s the day when I start to feel like Hell warmed over. 

My left arm is itching all to be damned and I’ve got the world’s worst low grade fever.  Throw in a sore throat and achy back and you’ve got an idea of what I’m dealing with.  So of course the network has to crash this morning.

Not that I had a team on it until well past midnight last night just to make sure it’d be up today.  Nah, I’m not that well prepared or anything.  It took six hours longer than I had expected to get it back on line, but at least the Old Man can talk now.  Plus he got to go out and play cowboy today, so he’s in a good enough mood for now.

And one last thing, if this war were being fought with PowerPoint we’d won years ago.  Our Army is the best in the world and cranking out slides.

Later.

MAJ TC

Another day of  rain.  But this time I’m tied to a lap top so there’s no chance to need gun powder in my nose. 

So far the best part of the day is watching the wrong guy take an ass chewing for the right reason.  As fucked up as that sounds it was a good thing.