To My Delicious Friend, Cous-Cous

I love to eat you friend,

So delicious in my mouth,

Bliss in every bite.

 

Taxed

I'm feeling taxed today.  It is Tax Day.  Somewhat appropriate.  I won't have to pay for six months after I redeploy.  Just tired.  Unmotivated.  Dragging.  Blah, blah, blah.  Pulling my lower back last Thursday completely threw me out of physical fitness training routine.  Now I'm forced to save myself for the APFT at the end of the month.  Should have done some yoga and some stretching in the interim.  I know better.  I always know better.  Just had to get that off my puny chest.

Ode to Responsibility and Adulthood

The caption above should perhaps read, "the last sweet taste of maturity." As I am laid over in Vienna en route to Kosovo, this is my last opportunity to sip an adult fizzy pop. It was between this or coffee. I can get coffee at Film City. I do enjoy one or two but anything more than three and you miss the intent of relaxation and start navigating in the waters of compromised judgement, sophmorish stupidity, and the lack of self control. Just ask my CSM. He behaves as if he is reliving his collegiate experience. Now his Butmir smells like puke and he's at best PMC. Not what I need in a senior enlisted leader. Despite he has three kids, his maturity level is low. In combination with my XO it's like storing matches with lighter fluid. Deep breath. Sip my adult beverage. Relax.

X marks the spot

Surprisingly I did not leave a pair of shorts in Sarajevo. Go figure. I haven't a clue then where my third pair civilian PT shorts are hiding. As a result of this most unfortunate circumstance I was forced to purchase a pair of Underarmor medium shorts for 23 €. As a matter of fact the French Pinot Noir I bought at the same time was only 6.30 €. Now I know why I drink.

 

Odiferous Austria

There's nothing more refreshing than a breath mint after relieving oneself. To compliment the Tic Tac vending machine was a Wringle Juicy Fruit machine on the other wall. Just in case the onions at lunch were stronger than expected. Utilizing the photo editing app, Pix, I applied a "worn" filter to give it a grainy yester years look. And yes, my timing had to impeccable so as to avoid being arrested by the Austrian equivalent of the TSA.

 

TDY to SJJ Haiku

Leaving Kosovo.

Going to Sarajevo.

Seeing my Soldiers.

 

Testing Blogsy

This is test of Blogsy on my iPad. I had been looking for an app to accommodate blogging from my iPad. Surprisingly there isn't a robust selection. Reciews on CNET had recommended this one. So I dropped 5 bones. So far so good. My only criticism is that can't view the blog through this front end.