March 31st, 2005 by C.A. Dubois

!#$%^&*!$^&#*&^$% I hate messing with codes….. grrrrrrr

I think I found a new look for my blog. But working on getting the code right, the way I want it set up is like trying to get me to go to a Tupperware party. It ain’t gonna happen unless I am damn near insane!

Maybe I’ll give up code work for a time and go write……

Sounds like a plan.

Why Not – Right?

March 31st, 2005 by C.A. Dubois

Well since I am still laid up with a bum knee, today will be a 100% computer day. I haven’t had one of those in a long time; a day that I spend doing nothing else but surfing the net, writing and other pc type stuff.

I’ve decided after seeing all the wonderfully artistic blogs out there, that I should do something to dress this place up a bit……so I’m off to find the ‘new look’ this place begs for.

Will I find it…probably not…but hey – it’s a great way to surf around while sitting here with my leg propped up.

I’ll let you know what I find, and I’m also going to possibly post more of our story.

Why Not – Right?

March 30th, 2005 by C.A. Dubois

Ugh – Today has just been “One of Those” days! Well, truth be told, it sort of started yesterday and continued on through….it’s still on going as I type. Isn’t that grand. (Snicker)

I’m not sure what I’ve done. But my left knee is swollen to the size of a grapefruit. Yesterday as I walked through the house, I felt a weird achy pain in my knee. Now I am used to living with pain. I have Lupus and it often chooses to attack my muscular and skeletal systems. (Isn’t that sweet of the Lupus?) But this knee ache was different; it is weird and a lot more painful then what I am used to. Being the intelligent creature that I am, I chose to ignore it.

Phhhhfffft…. That was a waste of time. I suppose I should head to a doc, but will I? NOOOOOO what I will do is sit here with it propped up and with ice on it. It will heal….yeah…that’s it….it will heal!

After the crappy knee thing, I thought it couldn’t be worse……so I sat here hopping around to some of my favorite blogs. In my cyber wanderings, I went to one of my absolute favorite blogs. Resplendently Pedestrian. The WebWench happens to have one of the cleverest senses of humor. I always love reading her rants and I especially love reading her blog novel, Saving Veritas. To my delight I saw that The WebWench had opened her blog to guestwriters!

Wooooohoooooooo…. I thought as I happily logged in as per her instructions. Then my day got worse as I sat there trying to figure out what to guest write about. Sadly for The WebWench, I ended up rambling on about nothing…..and I made a complete ass of myself.

Sorry WebWench!

So now I have resigned myself to once again sit working on my blogroll and hopefully get that up and running! *Sigh* I hate days where I always seem to do stupid stuff.

Oh well, look at the bright side….with my knee propped up and out of commission and my guest writing talents now entered into “The lamest guest writer ever so black list her” list, I can’t get into too much trouble can I?

Of course, there is the erotic guest writing I want to attempt for someone else…….

Why Not – Right?

March 24th, 2005 by C.A. Dubois

Having spent the last week or more (my days are all screwed up now) in bed with the flu, I just wanted to say hiya and let you know I’m getting back to sharing our story now. I hope all of you are well, and life is treating you with kid gloves………. we all need that at times.

Why Not – Right?

March 18th, 2005 by C.A. Dubois

David vs. Goliath (Aka Daddy)

We made it back up that cliff. David was exhausted by the time he shoved my butt up over the edge. John was dragging me up by the arms and neither man was delicate about their handling of me. Once up there, Radar gasped for air as he radioed my father giving a Sit Rep. I was laying on my stomach panting and gasping for air, the climb had been a hellacious one even with David’s help. David handed the radio to John and he flopped onto his back on the ground next to me. Neither of us moved nor spoke until the helicopter came.

When the helicopter was close to touching down, David stood up, flipped me over like a rag doll and scooped my up into his arms, carrying me straight to the helicopter. John threw our stuff on board and then David crawled in and sat down, keeping me in his arms for the brief flight back to where my father was.

“I can sit Radar.” I felt stupid for being carried around like a girl.

“Stay” He demanded in a gruff voice. Gone was the kind and laughing eyes, replaced with the steely cold stare often found on a military man’s face. I said nothing and did nothing. Once the skids of the helicopter hit the make shift landing zone, David hopped out of the bird and ran over to where my father stood waiting with the platoon corpsman. David came to a halt directly in front of my father, still holding me in his arms. “Sir….” David tried to speak.

Daddy’s explosion cut David’s words off. Hell began reigning down on me as my father screamed, threatened, yelled, ranted and raged at me for almost 15 minutes. Over the years, I had seen my father pulling the mad, Marine Corps Officer routine many times. None of those ass chewing’s ever compared to the enraged screams daddy yelled as I was cradled in David’s arms. David never blinked an eye or moved a muscle the entire time.

When I saw my father take a deep breath and slowly exhale, I knew the initial rage was over. “Outstanding work Marine!” My father sincerely offered David. Once my father complimented David he leaned in close to my face.

“If you EVER pull a stunt like that again young lady…..” My father’s infuriated whisper faded off. His eyes reflected images of the horrible death I’d face if I failed to heed his warning. Daddy NEVER called me Young Lady unless it was serious. All I could do was shake my head no while tears poured down my cheeks. I was emotionally and physically drained, humiliated that the entire platoon was witnessing my father’s angry outburst and crushed that I had let him down so badly.

“Get her inside and have doc check her out radar, then have doc look you over just in case, after that, your dismissed for the night, get some sleep.” My father ordered as he turned his back to me.

David didn’t say ‘Sir yes Sir’ like I expected. In fact he shocked me and probably every Marine present.

“Yes Sir, but with all due respect Sir, none of this would have happened if you had just told her no when she asked to go – SIR.” David announced in a clear and clam voice.

I stared up at him as if he had lost his mind. Nobody second guessed my daddy, let alone voiced it so publicly. I think we all collectively held our breaths as we waited for my father’s reply.

“Dismissed Marine” was all daddy said as he kept his back turned to us. David nodded and offered a “Yes Sir” before carrying me into the building. David walked with his eyes straight ahead. I stared up at him in shock and awe.

“Are you Insane?”

David glanced down at me and winked. “I didn’t drop you when I should have, did I?” was his only reply…..