Just a few ramblings from a confused guy. Former military, former cop. Husband. Father. Student. Role playing gamer, on intermittent weeks. Avid reader. Internet addict. Small "l" libertarian. Too many others to mention. The views and opinions expressed herein are my own, and do not reflect those of any official agency or government or species. Names have been changed to protect the guilty; God protects the innocent as a matter of course.
“May have been the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one.”
"This report is maybe 12-years-old. Parliament buried it, and it stayed buried till River dug it up. This is what they feared she knew. And they were right to fear because there's a whole universe of folk who are gonna know it, too. They're gonna see it. Somebody has to speak for these people. You all got on this boat for different reasons, but you all come to the same place. So now I'm asking more of you than I have before. Maybe all. Sure as I know anything I know this, they will try again. Maybe on another world, maybe on this very ground swept clean. A year from now, 10, they'll swing back to the belief that they can make people . . . better. And I do not hold to that. So no more running. I aim to misbehave." ~ Captain Malcom Reynolds
Saturday, March 3, 2012
I'm not ready for this...
Based on her (hopefully) unscripted hip-dance display last night, the biscuit is growing up way too fast. Time for daddy to prepare...
I feel your pain, brother. I'm not sure what I did to deserve having such a lovely young daughter in a world populated with young men who are very close to the way I used to be.
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Thats the difference between raising sons and daughters.With sons you only have to worry about one. With daughters you have to worry about many...
know the feeling ...........
What they just said.
Shoot the first one, and the word will spread.
Gotta agree with Shepherd K on this one! ;)
I feel your pain, brother. I'm not sure what I did to deserve having such a lovely young daughter in a world populated with young men who are very close to the way I used to be.
Dear Boyfriend: I am a veteran who can shoot you from a quarter mile away. Any questions?
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