Author: muskrat

Military

shaking hands with the general

There’s nothing quite like the hysteria a military unit will feel (during peacetime, anyway) shortly before a general officer is slated to visit.  There’s mopping of floors, straightening of furniture, and polishing of boots going on throughout the building instead of any of the work that’s supposed to be observed […]

Rants

fuck you, cancer

I gave a speech for a public speaking class in undergrad about how it was cool to wear red ribbons and talk about supporting money for an incurable but preventable disease, while another disease killed more people and was much less preventable.  I spoke of a Homecoming Queen from my […]

Blogging

2009: a muskrat odyssey

Last year at this time, I picked a favorite post from each month and gave myself props.  This year, I’ll just summarize some highlights, since my blogging was sporadic anyway, and some months had multiple incidences of greatness, while other months had none (like that piggy with the roast beef). […]

Baby

desperately seeking schlong

On Friday, I saw my little 1-year-old take his first steps.  I.  Not We.  Which was nice, because I was 8 timezones away when my little girl took hers.  He’s gone back to scooting now, though.  It fits his personality more to scoot along the ground on one hand and […]

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