BBQ Sauce and Troop Support

It's that time of year again. The Second Battalion 503DRCT 173rd Airborne Brigade (Sep) has returned to Italy, with medals and commendations worthy of the history of the 173rd. ("8th of November" Big and Rich)

The 3rd Infantry Brigade Combat Team of the 1st Infantry Division and the 6th Squadron 4th Cavalry have taken over in Afghanistan in Kunar and Nuristan Provinces and points north. (Enemy Central) "The Most Dangerous Place on Earth"

We have adopted the 3rd Infantry BCT of the 1st Infantry Division (The Big Red 1) and the 6th Squadron 4th Cavalry.

I am once again offering quarts of my world famous BBQ sauce for 20 bucks each to help with funding and I have worked out an arrangement with BassProShops and USCavalry.com to link to their sites from mine in case you want to send some winter gear to these men. Item numbers are listed, and all transactions are Verisign.

If you're wondering about the BBQ sauce, Chris Cook over at Modern Conservative says:
Your BBQ sauce is a healing elixir of joy and goodness.

Uncle Jimbo and Kev from Blackfive have some kind words for my sauce in this free-fly.
The jar "magically" appears around 3:18

I have people willing to give me their first born for one pint.

I have a shipping address posted on my website. DCProtestWarrior. This address can be used for care packages if you choose to ship your own packages. The Chaplain was kind enough to allow us to publicize his APO for this purpose.

Basic items for care packages always apply, and there are children that need school supplies.
We can show these children that America really does care. The next generation will be the ones who remember.

Thank You

God Bless the United States Military

Funny stuff....

via Boobs, Injuries, and Dr. Pepper( read the rest of her blog! Put down any drinks first! NOT responsible for keyboard destruction.) :

Party Time

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

If you've been following along, you know that while my daughter, Virginia, is extremely bright, she has the attention span of a twinkie and the energy of a meth addict.

Today, she came bursting through the door, full of joy.

"Whooo hooo! Par-tayyy! Whoo!"

I was having a deep and disturbing conversation with her brother about why it is so not okay to use his cell phone to fish his watch out of the toilet and honestly didn't give her much of my attention.

She tried again.

"Whooo! Party! At school!"

I turned from my debate.

"I'm sorry, Virginia. I heard you, baby."

"Yeah! And we get to bring all sorts of cool stuff like-" she pulled the note from her book bag - "beef jerky!"

"No one loves beef jerky more than you," I absentmindedly told her while I dismantled the cell phone. It emitted one feeble beep and then died. Shit.

"And...and! Batteries!" she continued.

"Mmmm," I nodded.

"Hand Sanitizer! And Q-Tips!" Her eyes bugged from her head in her feverish excitement. "Coffee!" She fell over and began writhing on the floor in ecstasy when what she had been saying really sunk in with me.

"Umm, Mom?" Devon asked. I numbly looked at him. "What the hell kind of party are 2nd graders having these days? And how can I get an invite?"

"Virginia, give me that paper," I commanded.

She dutifully handed it over.

Dear Parents,

On October 24th, we will be sending the first of our care packages to the troops. Items we still need are...

Party on, Virginia.