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I'm sick of weather and recruiters!

Looks as if we have us another hurricane. She’s a whopper, too. Wilma, the most intense Atlantic basin hurricane EVER. Weather history was made in the wee hours last night and I was glued. I don’t know where she’s going to end up...a storm system that large and powerful has a tendency to make some of its own weather rules. But if I was in Florida, I’d be making plans to get out soon. For those of us in the northeast, the models for later in the weekend aren’t too thrilling, either. Long Island Express is starting to crop up in a lot of Wilma discussions. We surely don’t need that.

Much busy-ness going on around here today. I’ve been kind of waving at the computer as I manage to occasionally sail on past it. Some days/weeks are like that.

Of interest to me...my phone has suddenly been ringing off the hook with calls from military RECRUITERS, seeking an audience with the lad. That’s what answering machines were made for. I don’t like it, though. The high school has, obviously, handed out the names and phone numbers of the senior class. As expected. The Navy recruiter said she would be at the high school during lunch yesterday, since she was unable to connect with him on the phone. The lad avoided the lunch room yesterday. He’s been itching to set the recruiters straight, on the phone, but I suggested that the less they know about him as a real person, the better off he is. Don’t mess with ‘em.

Today the mail box was choked full of recruiting information from all branches of the military. Lots of free offers of goodies if he asks for more information. A free duffel bag seems a cheap gift for a better opportunity to kill him.

His response so far? After school today he went to City Hall and registered to vote as a Democrat. That was a proud mama moment, I must confess. His first election will be for the city mayor. He’s pumped!

Posted on 10/19/05 at 03:38 PM
 




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