How to Give CPR

If I ever need CPR, I hope these chicks are the ones to give it to me.

Happy Mother's Day

Here's something special for you on Mother's Day.


Flowers are so old school. ;-)

Army Days HNT

Forty years ago this week I was drafted into the US Army.














Thirty Eight years ago this week I was discharge with the rank of Specialist E-5. Which ain't bad after just two years. Here's a picture of me right after I got out the hospital after being wounded.


Now after all these years here I am in one of my finer BTExpress moments. I'm happier than I've ever been and living life at it's fullest.

Happy HNT Y'all!

NEWS FLASH!

My son Brian started back to work on Monday. He's the manager now of the produce department in a new store. He liked it and was glad to finally get back to work and do something other than sit on his ass. He said he can't believe he gets paid so much for doing so little. LOL Everyday it's very slow except for Friday, Saturday & Sunday. The orders are 5 times less and so are the amount of cases of stuff they have to put out each day, than he's old store. He thinks the lack of work will drive him crazy in 6 months tops.

Yesterday I cleaned my kitchen all by myself. Yes, all by myself. Why may you ask am I doing actual manual labor? That's a very good question. Because my cleaning lady does a half ass job and what used to take her 3 to 3 1/2 hours to do, on last visit it she milked it for five hours. At $20 per hour, I'd just rather save the money and do it myself. It's not like I'm doing anything anyway. Mostly sitting on my ass in front of the computer working on my book or looking for new and better porn sites.

I also oiled the kitchen cabinets. The wood is very dry, so it soaked right in most places. I'll put a second coat on oil on today and see how that goes. Then I'll wash the floor. It really needs a good scrubbing. When I got down on my knees to wipe down the lower cabinets, I saw how shitty a job she's been doing on the floor too. This might be a scrub brush on hands and knees type of scrubbing.

The reason I didn't wash the floor yet, was because I made a mess taking apart the dish washer to try and fix the leak. It's still apart, because before I can put it back together, I need to let some silicon sealant dry. I guess I'd better get off my ass and get to work. See ya later alligators!

Un-Happy Anniversary

Yesterday was the 40th Re-Birthday of the day I was discharged from the US Army and today is the 40th Un-Happy Anniversary of the day I was drafted into the army. I guess I shouldn't complain too much. I was wounded and almost died in Vietnam, but through a series of events after that, I've lead a great life all because of being wounded and serving those two years for Uncle Sam. Yep, I've been a very lucky guy in so many ways.

Happy Re-Birthday to Me!!!!!

Forty years ago today I was discharged from the US Army and reborn as a civilian. At least it felt like I was reborn. I spent two years in the army, sent to Vietnam and wounded by a claymore mine after being there for just one-month and two days. I spent almost three months in various hospitals recovering from my many wounds. I turned down a medical discharge, so I was sent to Fort Meade, Maryland for the remaining 16 months of my tour. Those time were some of the best times of my life!

If you haven't done so already, you can read more about those couple of years of my life on my Vietnam story blog.

BTExpress' Vietnam Stories Blog

Baby Stoney HNT

Lately I've been reminiscing and here's some more.

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My big brother was born about four years before me and given the name Rodney Wayne. I was born next and named after my father, Anthony Joesph, Jr. Four years later my baby sister was born and given the name Diane. Nope, no middle name.

My father's nickname was Stoney, because they said he had a head as hard as stone. I was my father's favorite of the three kids, so was given the the nickname of Little Stoney. Here's a picture of Little Stoney on May 4, 1949 at just six months old. Ain't I adorable?


It's a long story, but you guys with kids, PLEASE NEVER EVER, EVER, EVER pick a favorite child. I know it may be difficult, but take it from me, it causes nothing but resentment that can last a life time. My father let it be known I was his favorite. My mom knew it and so did my sister and brother. That caused a lot of grief for us all. My brother picked on me A LOT and has tried to make up for it as an adult. I don't really know how much it affected my sister. My mom knew and favored my brother and sister to try to make up for the extra attention he paid to me.

Here's the happy family when it was a happy family in Silver Springs Florida in 1955.

Happy the Good Old Days HNT!