I'm sitting here in the 'mall' at Kuwait City International Airport. My flight for home doesn't leave for five hours, so I have some time to kill. I guess I'll do some people watching. See you all soon! Until tomorrow ... literally.
-Grease out
Friday, November 9, 2007
Monday, November 5, 2007
The definition of irony ...
A man has a vehicle for a year. He makes fun of it endlessly and the truck never lets him down. He doesn't care very much whether it works or not, because he's not in a huge rush to get anywhere.
On the final day, the man has a truck. He sings it's praises and needs it VERY MUCH to get him to the airport so he can fly home. He IS in a rush and has somewhere to be. The truck responds by having a dead battery.....
More to follow ....
-Grease out
On the final day, the man has a truck. He sings it's praises and needs it VERY MUCH to get him to the airport so he can fly home. He IS in a rush and has somewhere to be. The truck responds by having a dead battery.....
More to follow ....
-Grease out
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Congrats Navy!!
After 43 years, you guys got one! Due to the lack of coverage on AFN, I can't speak with any knowledge on the ND program this year. That being said, one would have to wonder if this team has quit on the coach. Either way, I really hate losing. It's not that I expect us to win every game, far from it; it's just that so many folks HATE ND, the comments are a bit much (especially from the mainstream media).
All that aside, HUGE props to the Midshipmen of Navy. They played their hearts out today and deserved the win. I feel compelled to send congrats to my brother-in-law Pat, a Naval Academy grad. I owe you a bottle of scotch! Ugh, you knew it would happen someday (like death and taxes), but you hope it wouldn't. Oh well, next year 12-0 (hey, a boy can dream, right?). Until tomorrow.
-Grease out
All that aside, HUGE props to the Midshipmen of Navy. They played their hearts out today and deserved the win. I feel compelled to send congrats to my brother-in-law Pat, a Naval Academy grad. I owe you a bottle of scotch! Ugh, you knew it would happen someday (like death and taxes), but you hope it wouldn't. Oh well, next year 12-0 (hey, a boy can dream, right?). Until tomorrow.
-Grease out
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