The Beard: Terrorist?

The Beard.
A noble human characteristic which is, most of the time, unique to one gender.

The Beard.
A part of a man's face which is directly related to how well a man can perform in their given job title.

The Beard.
Terrorist? Recent data would claim so.

Today Devin was going to go into promotion board which, to most people, sounds very stupid and non-informative. Let me explain; you get spiffy, you walk in with your knowledge and your superior officers ask you many questions about your knowledge and you tell them and then they let you know if you are worthy of being promoted.

Anyways. Devin walks in and they tell him to get out because his face is not shaved close enough.

The Beard.
Terrorist indeed.

Apparently if you would like to be in a leadership position, Beard is not your friend.
I don't know how many times I've seen evil and insidious characters walking down the road with a beard and thought "I bet he couldn't lead ANYONE"

I just can't think about anyone I know that could be a good leader and also have facial hair... it's weird isn't it? Think about it, all great men in history were clean shaven.

Because facial hair is evil.
I believe that Beard is a pret-ty bad thing, friends. Because my husband is not a good leader if his shave isn't close enough.

I dunno, call me crazy... but beards and facial hair just aren't allowed in the Army because you can't be a good leader with a big distracting beard on your face.

Beards. Terrorists?

Five Whole Months

It has been five whole months and I feel I must get back to blogging! But first I feel obligated to post a boring blog where I reintroduce myself, let's ease back into this relationship, after all I did abandon you for a couple months.

First of all to my two whole fans: I am sorry. I was distracted with moving across the country and getting married!

I will spare lovey details because, after all, it was awesome but I know what you're reading for and that's not to sit here and go "awe feelings!" its to laugh... or it's because you're REALLY bored.
At any rate, I may be able to succeed in the laugh department. I dunno, I'll try, it's been awhile and I feel like I'm relearning to use my little writing extension thing.

In the past five months I've moved to Georgia. Besides purchasing my first ever pair of RAIN boots and being confused by large bodies of water... there are some other things I've noticed about Georgia.

Georgia:

Where people are different, and those accents I do so well (ARE ACTUALLY REAL ACCENTS!)

And stores are named different things.

Where it seems that neutering and spaying your pets, although illegal not to do so, is optional.

Where I've already witnessed odd, codependent Army relationships and the idea of "codependency" isn't just something I've read about in a text book.. it's REAL.

Where I got us another dog, Ranger, who is probably the sweetest dog I've ever met.

Where it's still hard to find a job... le sigh!



On a positive note I am having fun! Being with my husband after several years of waiting. Finding a couple good friends who are independent!! Come on, I wouldn't be Leslie Freakin Reynolds if I didn't make the best of every situation I was put in, after all, it's not the place you live but you yourself who determines whether you're going to have a good time or not. :)

Welcome back, friends, I'll try to write more funny things soon.