(muffled sounds of pickaxe striking rock, shouted conversations)
*tink* *tink* *THUD*
So how long we been in here now? OVER TWO MONTHS?? The hell with this.
*pat* *pat* *pat* *threading wire*
OK, stand back. FIRE IN THE HOLE!!! *kaBLAMMMMM!!!!*
(rocks falling from great distances and pummeling the ground)


Whew! That's better. For a while I thought I'd never get out. Hi, there! For those of you who noticed (both of you), I've been kinda buried lately. Thank God for C-4, proving the old adage that there is no personal problem that can't be solved with the use of high explosives. Between work and sickness (father-in-law, children, The Better Half, yours truly), it's been crazy the last couple of months. The FIL is doing much better, the children are recovering, and The Better Half and I are winding up our second round of antibiotics for sinus and bronchial infections. Not a stellar start to the new year.

Which reminds me: I hope everyone had a very Merry Christmas (hey, I'm not very PC; sue me) and a happy New Year! Better late than never. Stop giggling.

A lot has happened since I last visited here. Saddam was captured while hiding in a latrine. How appropriate. Enough said about that. (Geez, I'm starting to sound like the Instapundit here.) Heh.

Christmas and New Years came and went with no WMDs being unleashed on the American public. There's something to celebrate, as if we needed another reason at the cave to celebrate. Being well is reason enough, believe me.

Emperor Misha I is now Emperor Darth Misha I. Somehow he got promoted to a Sith Lord without my noticing (like that takes a lot). If he's now a Sith Lord, what does that make us Loyal Citizens of the Rottweiler Empire? Or do we count even less than before? I'll have to get back to you on that. Oh, and the recipes he's been receiving for Ewok sound very tasty. Once the weather breaks here in beautiful NC (right now it's downright chilly), I'll have to fire up the grill and try some of them out.

Son R the Marine has finished his first posting at Pensacola and is now stationed at Cherry Point Air Station in Havelock, NC, which puts him only about 3-1/2 hours from home instead of 15 hours. Not bad, but too much to do two trips in one day. Once he gets his finances in order (and believe me, I'm not holding my breath here), he'll be able to take his car down to the base, thus saving The Better Half and myself much driving. And there shall be much rejoicing (gratuitous Monty Python reference).

Friend V's son J the 82nd Airborne returned from beautiful downtown Baghdad last weekend, and there was VERY much rejoicing, both at the cave and V's house. The bourbon ran like water (at least V says it did; I was laid up with a stomach virus (on top of everything else) on MLK Day). Bubba, when it rains, it pours.

You might be asking yourself, how does this crazy caveman blog from a cave? If you have to ask, you don't really want to know. Hey, if Heywood Banks can plug a toaster into the cave wall and make toast, I can plug a computer into the wall and blog. 'Nuff said.

I only had a few minutes tonight, now I have to go change KC and get his nighttime feeding ready, so I'm going to have to sign off now. Hopefully I will be adding to this on a more regular basis than I have been lately. Wish me luck! OK, fine, DON'T wish me luck. Pbbbt on you! Damn, now I'm starting to sound like Dean (shudder).  ¶ 9:35 PM 0 comments