Topic: Welcome Message to New Members

Righto mate! iwarp ahead! SOCJFCOM http://www.jfcom.mil/about/com_socjfcom.htm !

C4 program to deliver joint training set to begin

U.S. Joint Forces Command will hold a Command Control, Communications and Computers Planners course to provide knowledge and experience of joint systems in theater.

http://www.jfcom.mil/newslink/storyarchive/2006/pa120106.html

http://snipurl.com/243n0

OK Cassandra! Welcome, you can post now so please post away. YOu can add a picture, too, of yourself so...why not? Tell the Colonel he can join as is casue I took off the bit about a being had to request administrator approval to become a member. Let's do this thing! Maybe call upon those texians who have net access to drop by and spend a note or two here? Hey, welcome aboard the flagship. really, it's for you so have fun with your new cybertoy. "She's like the wind through my trees, She rides the night next to me." - ;)

Questions for a beautiful day: IS Stormulf still alive--or dead in a cave in Afghanistan or in a coma in Arizona, his spirit on Barsoom? Who IS that sun-glassed man who teleports from background to background, never changing pose? When does the C-4 training seminar start? Ulysses brought a block of it home from the wars, once... looked a lot like Lava soap, felt more like Silly Putty. Men! You send them out to loot, pillage, and plunder, and what do they bring you? (Not that a girl can't appreciate a thoughtful gift like that, of course. Even if we never get a demonstration of what it was for...) We had in mind gold, diamonds, oil, apes, ivory, ancient relics, and peacocks, and we get elderly weapons in two pieces, held together by the sling, and a smug, bland, "I got it from a man who had no further use for it." I've always thought that was one of life's better one-liners, right up there with Warf saying, in obvious frustration, "The trouble with earth females is that they're so FRAGILE." This pseudo-earthling had the midnight watch and is having trouble with the subalterns who expected her to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning. Look, fellows, I'm out of my sleeping silks and furs and roughly vertical, and the bleary-eyed, frowzy, no make-up, bed-head, "I'll get out of my bathrobe eventually" look is a disguse. Think of it is being under cover at least until I get my mind firing on all cylinders and my nicotine level up to functional levels. Duh Babe came and rousted me, baying joyously, "Mama, Mama, come look! My mans had puppies! New mans frens here! Oh, Mama, Mama come see, do! Pack bigger. Nice mans! My like nice mans." She had redecorated in early garbage after I went prone; I'm determined to consider it urban camouflage. Here at the Ranch "form follows function." The Palace with crystal chandeliers, marble halls, and serenity and elegance is elsewhere. My son described Taj Ellora once as "A museum much in need of a good curator!" He still lives anyway. Neat kid. (Well, okay, so he's a forensic accountant but prophets are without honor in their own countries, and when he is CFO of a major corporation his doting mama will still think of him as a neat kid.) Once more into the freya, dear friends and new friends to be. Mama's analysis of a month ago was confirmed today from "official" sources: comestibles are, indeed, up 60% in the last month. Investment advice for the rest of the year remains "Buy commodities. Gold is always good, but you can't eat it."

Ah, the good ideas you have. When do we ride through the night together, the wind in my hair, laughing delightedly as the fourwheeler hits a rabbit hole and we jounce into the air? The crew is being regaled with hot brownies and vanilla ice cream, the good kind with little flecks of beans in it. I cut one of my interrupters off quickly when he wanted to meander on about how I should build a landing strip. Already planned: 1500' long, 30' wide, no more than 1 1/2% grade! I always know things like that, even if I can't find simple objects like the "dotting" tool useful for painting flowers on a little girl's toenails some "helpful" soul stashed somewhere. Too much "help." Found my makeup bag in the pantry, of all places, and could have gone for weeks before figuring out the (to me) odd place the new housekeeper hid all the shampoo. Gee, if you find it under the sink, chances are that's where I like to keep it, huh?! My general factotum removed all the telephone books from the desk in the kitchen and stashed them in the LR, where I do not have a 'hone hooked up. Which reminds me, I haven't seen mine in a day or two, and it is almost certainly turned off. One of the truly great luxuries in life is having someone to answer the telephone and say, "Madam is not at home to callers." Failing that, turn them off and don't listen to the messages! That's what e-mail is for. Biiiiiiig hug, Babe. Elle