Just blathering on...

Hopped on the scale this morning... 209 lbs. Rats! I think I know why I haven't been dropping the weight. I'm spending too much time sitting on my butt at the computer, tinkering with this blog. I'll have to get back to my old self. Another contributing factor is that I have been drinking a pot of coffee a day. I've been drinking it in the mornings, afternoons and evenings. So, I've been going to bed at 12:00am-1:00am. So, I haven't been able to force myself out of bed to get to the gym at 5:00 am. That's got to change. Of course when I deploy, I'll be doing who knows what, at and for unknown hours... I'll see how it goes. My mother is visiting. She's really against "W" and the war. I gave her the Cindy Sheehan briefing this morning. I told her that if I die, I don't want her to blame the president and crap like that... at least not to reporters. No one twisted my arm to re-up after being out of the army for 11 years. I wanted to do it. I find it amazing that friends and family can be proud of you for serving, earning a commission, etc... and then they think it's horrible that you are being "forced" to go to war. They just don't get it. But, I guess when people love you they just don't want you to ever be in danger. I'll probably have a better understanding once the little sapper shows up in January. Maybe I'll be able to take leave when Anne goes into labor. Ok, that's it... I have got to go do things besides sit on my butt and type stuff.