"I want a box for under the tree." She says

How Should I explain this weekend? How about a Song.

LA LA LA LAAAA

(Sounds of me clearing my throat)

Sung to The Twelve Days of Christmas

On the Twelfth hour of working,

to build The Misses box

Twelve feet of trim,

Eleven different angels,

Ten drops of blood

(yes I did hurt myself... again)

Nine different designs,

Eight damn mistakes,

Seven "son-of-a-bitches,"

Six bucks? try sixty,

FIVE ICE COLD BEERS,

Four inches to wide,

Three trips to Home Depot,

Two punctured fingers,

ALL FOR A BOX UNDER THE DAMN CHRISTMAS TREE!

So It doesn't follow the actual song.

I doubt yours would be any better after a few beers!

More than just a fence!

Some of you may recall one of my first blogs about my weird neighbors here in the ghetto. Because of them it was our wish when we got married that everyone gave gift cards to Home Depot. Thanks to everyone that contributed we finally have a 6 foot tall cedar fence. Okay so it isn't 12 feet, but it definitely helps.

Truth be told that a year and a half ago when we bought the home I started thinking about installing the fence. There have been many hours laying in bed thinking of the best way to erect a little piece of privacy. I had talked to several companies to find out what it would cost for them to do it. I was so worried about setting the post wrong and having it look like crap. Maybe it best's to leave this one up to the Pros. Problem with the Pros their price was a little high for my tastes (plus they wouldn't let me pay with Home Depot gift cards). So after a few more hours of tossing and turning, finally the day came to give it a try.

For those of you thinking of attempting this, the one piece of advice I would give is measure twice and dig once. We rented a post hole digger that was a real back saver. The Usual cast of faithful characters where there. The first weekend was spent with my Pops, and Little Dickie. The plan at first called for setting the post along the back of the fence then removing the chain link that had separated us from the beer cans. Once the post were set I said "f*&K it. have they even offered to help or pay a Pennie? NO!" I then decided to leave the fence there and build ours so the good side shows only to us. That will teach them to leave that damn truck sitting with all that crap in it!

It was actually much easier than I thought. After an afternoon of playing in the dirt the post were set. The next weekend The Family-in-Law stopped by to help out. It didn't take long and all of the post were set and it was time to get some privacy. The next few days I had all the pickets up. The Boss let me use his staple gun so there would be no risk of me hitting my finger.

As you can see it turned out nice. No more looking at my dirty neighbors! Well, unless you are in our kitchen where you can still see that damn truck. I sure do wish they made wood fences that stand 12 feet tall. Thanks to everyone who donated to the cause and especially those that came by and helped. Now if I can just figure out a way to fence in the area to my carport. That way Jeter can run, play, and most important take a shit. Without me or The Misses standing by to make sure he doesn't go out front. I guess that is what will keep me up for the next few months.

What are they doing!

6 Months ago I had a physical that determined I was unfit for duty!

You would think after all this time they would be getting close to knowing what my fate is going to be with the Army. But No. A few days ago, a letter came that says essentially we just reviewed your physical (freaking just reviewed) and you need to go and get a few more test. Oh and by the way all cost associated with these test will come out of your pocket. Oh yah and these need to be back to us by December 25th (idiots, don't even realize what day they make things due). Pricks all of them.

Do they have any idea how hard it is to get in to see a Psychiatrist???? And no it can't be a psychologist I asked. 4 or 5 months if at all. I mean seriously. Anyone who knows me could tell them I am not going to open up to someone after one session (which is all my insurance will pay for). What a waste of time. I spent 5 or 6 sessions during my darker days of my illness with a therapist and she had no clue I was having conversations with myself and some really dark thoughts. I should just lie and say everything is fine or maybe I should mess with them. I think tonight I need to come up with a few other friends to talk to in my mirrors.

Next a neurological evaluation. I am very curious to see how this doctor is going to be able to determine what my memory was like prior to my bout with Bacterial Meningitis. Another very expensive waste of time. I guess they don't believe me when I say I don't remember shit. My memory wasn't perfect before, but it really sucks now.

Soldiers keep asking The Misses why I am not back training with them. The answer is simple. Screw them! Never did anyone call to see how I was doing. I have done everything they have asked and my packet is still 6 to 8 month away from being reviewed by a medical board. I have always stuck up for the military and would never talk bad about anyone that wears the uniform. But policies need to be changed. If it is this hard for someone to say I can or can't be a Soldier, how long will it take for them to figure out some of the harder decisions (you know Iraq, Iran, North Korea). I truly think my next public calling is going to be in the senate. Oh who am I kidding they don't do shit either.

I guess I am stuck playing their game.