- Went to Dad's, cooked brunch
- Ran errands in the rain
- Had a great dinner with my dad and brother
- Missed my daughter Maddi and my Mom
- Launched this blog; got 16 followers (thanks!).
Posted by Juli Friday, August 14, 2009
I learned in Iraq that NTR also means there probably were plenty of things to report (evacuations, bunker time, employee altercations) but it would take way too long to do so. Usually, the person sending the report types with one finger, maybe two. For whatever reason, if said person did, in fact, report everything of note then they wouldn't get to the DFAC (Dining FACility) before it closed...which would mean ramen noodles back in their hootch. Again. Whatever might have happened will wait until the next day, when said person will undoubtedly claim extenuating circumstances...or just plain play dumb.
My usage of NTR in this blog will fall somewhere in between these two definitions. I thought
today would be as good a day as any to break it in. Here goes, in true SitRep style -
I guess there were some things to report, after all. Maybe not stop-the-presses, front page news, but some good things nonetheless. No bad news, at least.
Just all the little things we sometimes think are insignifigant, but which end up...well...making our day.