Flo Grown Girl's blog: "Army"

If you buy me a bling pack this is what I will give you in return:

 

25 credit bling pack I will get you either 1 auto or 1 bomb or 2 boomerangs

($14.99)

 

65 credit bling pack I will get you 6 boomerangs or 1 auto+1bomb+1boomerang or 2 autos+1boomerang or 2 boombs+1 boomerang

($37.49)

 

135 credit bling pack I'll get you 12 boomerangs or 5 autos or bombs..

($74.99) ...

 

if I didnt mention a deal you would like to make talk to me I'm sure we could work something out .... because there could be so many combo deals to list lol .. its a win win ..

 

Deals last until the sale is OVER hit me up and let's deal you will get more for the buck THE SALE IS OVER TUESDAY JUNE 1ST AT MIDNIGHT FUBAR TIME PST as Baby J did say in his status.

The other day, my nine year old son wanted to know why we were at war . My husband looked at our son and then looked at me. My husband and I were in the Army during the Gulf War and we would be honored to serve and defend our Country again today. I knew that my husband would give him a good explanation. My husband thought for a few minutes and then told my son to go stand in our front living room window. He said "Son, stand there and tell me what you see?" "I see trees and cars and our neighbor's houses." he replied. "OK, now I want you to pretend that our house and our yard is the United States of America and you are President Bush." Our son giggled and said "OK." "Now son, I want you to look ou t the window and pretend that every house and yard on this block is a different country" my husband said. "OK Dad, I'm pretending." "Now I want you to stand there and look out the window and pretend you see Saddam come out of his house with his wife, he has her by the hair and is hitting her. You see her bleeding and crying. He hits her in the face, he throws her on the ground, then he starts to kick her to death. Their children run out and are afraid to stop him, they are screaming and crying, they are watching this but do nothing because they are kids and they are afraid of their father. You see all of this, son....what do you do?" "Dad?" " What do you do son?" "I'd call the police, Dad." "OK. Pretend that the police are the United Nations. They take your call. They listen to what you know and saw but they refuse to help. What do you do then son?" "Dad.......... but the police are supposed to help!" My son starts to whine. "They don't want to son, because they say that it is not their place or your place to get involved and that you should stay out of it," my husband says. "But Dad...he killed her!!" my son exclaims. "I know he did...but the police tell you to stay out of it. Now I want you to look out that window and pretend you see our neighbor who you're pretending is Saddam turn around and do the same thing to his children." "Daddy...he kills them?" "Yes son, he does. What do you do?" "Well, if the police don't want to help, I will go and ask my next door neighbor to help me stop him." our son says. "Son, our next door neighbor sees what is happening and refuses to get involved as well. He refuses to open the door and help you stop him," my husband says. "But Dad, I NEED help!!! I can't stop him by myself!!" "WHAT DO YOU DO SON?" Our son starts to cry. "OK, no one wants to help you, the man across the street saw you ask for help and saw that no one would help you stop him. He stands taller and puffs out his chest. Guess what he does next son?" "What Daddy?" "He walks across the street to the old ladies house and breaks down her door and drags her out, steals all her stuff and sets her house on fire and then...he kills her. He turns around and sees you standing in the window and laughs at you. WHAT DO YOU DO?" "Daddy..." "WHAT DO YOU DO?" Our son is crying and he looks down and he whispers, "I'd close the blinds, Daddy." My husband looks at our son with tears in his eyes and asks him. "Why?" "Because Daddy.....the police are supposed to help people who needs them...and they won't help.... You always say that neighbors are supposed to HELP neighbors, but they won't help either...they won't help me stop him...I'm afraid....I can't do it by myself Daddy..... I can't look out my window and just watch him do all these terrible things and...and.....do nothing...so....I'm just going to close the blinds.... so I can't see what he's doing........and I'm going to pretend that it is not happening." I start to cry. My husband looks at our nine year old son standing in the window, looking pitiful and ashamed at his answers to my husband's questions and he says... "Son" "Yes, Daddy." "Open the blinds because that man.... he's at your front door... "WHAT DO YOU DO?" My son looks at his father, anger and defiance in his eyes. He balls up his tiny fists and looks his father square in the eyes, without hesitation he says: " I DEFEND MY FAMILY DAD!! I'M NOT GONNA LET HIM HURT MOMMY OR MY SISTER, DAD!!! I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM, DAD, I'M GONNA FIGHT HIM!!!!!" I see a tear roll down my husband's cheek and he grabs our son to his chest and hugs him tight, and says. .. " It's too late to fight him, he's too strong and he's already at YOUR front door son.....you should have stopped him BEFORE he killed his wife, and his children and the old lady across the wa y. You have to do what's right, even if you have to do it alone, before its too late." my husband whispers. THAT scenario I just gave you is WHY we are at war with Iraq. When good men stand by and let evil happen son, THAT is the greatest atrocity in the world. "YOU MUST NEVER BE AFRAID TO DO WHAT IS RIGHT EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO DO IT ALONE!" BE PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN! BE PROUD OF OUR TROOPS!! SUPPORT THEM!!! SUPPORT AMERICA SO THAT IN THE FUTURE OUR CHILDREN WILL NEVER HAVE TO CLOSE THEIR BLINDS..." GOD BLESS!!!!!!!!!! Steven R Chandler, CMSgt 332 ELRS/Vehicle Management Flight Balad Air Base, Iraq

Some of these are hard habits to break! 1. Admit: "I was in the Army; I have a problem." This is the first step to recovery... 2. Speech: Time should never begin with a zero or end in a hundred, it is not 0430 or 1400; it is 4:30am and 2:00pm Words like latrine, overhead, fourth point of contact, bunk, and "PT" will get you weird looks; bathroom, ceiling, ass, bed, and workout... get used to it. "Fuck" cannot be used to -replace whatever word you can't think of right now, try "um". Grunting is not talking. It's a phone, not a radio; do not use words like roger, say again, send it and conversations on a phone do not end in "out" People will not know what you are talking about if you tell them you usually spend your Monday's doing a PMCS and that you need a 5988 before you can do a proper QA/QC or that you spent a deployment in USAREUR. It's all gibberish to them. Likewise people will not understand you when you use expressions like "watch your six" or "pop smoke." Also, the people you hang out with now are your friends and the people you work with are your co-workers. There is no such thing as a "battle buddy" anymore. 3. Style: Do not put creases in your jeans. Do not put creases on the front of your dress shirts. A horseshoe cut looks dumb, not motivating. A high and tight looks really dumb as well. A hat indoors does not make you a bad person; it makes you like the rest of the world; what's more it's a hat and not a cover. You do not have to wear a belt ALL the time. 4. Relationship: Being divorced twice by the time you are 23 is not normal, neither are 6 month marriages, even if it is your first. Marrying a girl so that you can move out of the barracks does not make "financial sense", it makes you a retard. 5. Personal accomplishments: In the real world, being able to do pushups and run a 13 minute 2 mile will not make you good at your job. Most people will be slightly disturbed by you if you tell them about people you have killed or seen die. How much pain you can take is not a personal accomplishment. The time you got really drunk and passed the sobriety test anyway is also not a personal accomplishment. 6. Drinking: In the real world, being drunk before 5pm will get you an intervention, not a "good for you" That time you drank a 5th of Jaeger and pissed in your closet is not a conversation starter. That time you went to the combat life saver school and practiced giving vodka IV's will also not be a good conversation starter. 7. Bodily functions: Farting on your co-workers and then giggling while you run away may be viewed as "unprofessional". The size of the dump you took yesterday will not be funny no matter how big it was, how much it burned, or how much it smelled. You can't make fun of someone for being sick, no matter how funny it is. VD will also not be funny 8. The human body: Most people will not want to hear about your balls. Odd as that may seem, it's true. 9. Spending habits: One day, you will have to pay bills Buying a $30,000 car on a $16,000 a year salary is a really bad idea. Spending money on video games instead of on diapers makes you a fool. One day you will need health insurance . 10. Interacting with civilians (AKA YOU): Making fun of your neighbor to his face for being fat will not be normal. Calling him a "fat-body" is not polite. 11. Real jobs: They really can fire you. On the flip side you really can quit. Screaming at the people that work for you will not be normal, remember they really can quit too. Taking naps at work will not be acceptable. Remember 9-5 not 0530 to 1700 12. The Law: UCMJ does not exist and will not save you from prison. Your workplace unlike your command can't save you and probably won't, in fact most likely you will get fired about 5 minutes after they find out you've been arrested Even McDonalds does background checks, and "conviction" isn't going to help you get the job Fighting is not a normal thing and will really get you arrested, not yelled at Monday morning before they ask you if you won. 13. General knowledge: You can in fact really say what you think about the President in public. Pain is not weakness leaving the body, it's just pain. They won't wear anything shiny that tells you they are more important than you are, be polite. Read the contracts before you sign them; remember what happened last time.