Sunday, March 09, 2008
Spring Forward Came Back and Hit Me in the Bootie
I hate springing forward. It always kicks my bootie for the first few days and/or weeks.
This was especially hard because I had a 4am wake up call this morning to serve breakfast to the soldiers at Camp Gruber.
I kicked myself out of bed and made it to the restaurant by 455am just in time to jump in the truck and go. My dad, Art was there patting his foot and looking at his watch laughing. They all thought I forgot to set my clock forward.
We arrived and had everything ready at 530am and I had a feeling this group of soldiers was NOT going to make it to such an early chow time on "going home day". I was right. My first clue was all the beer bottles laying around the chow hall. There were some groups that came on in and ate, but for the most part we had dribbles of soldiers all morning. We are only obligated to stay one hour so we packed some to-go boxes for any sleepy heads and got back home.
I fell asleep on the couch and when CassiJo got up she helped herself to the left over biscuit and sausage I brought home for her and CarlyJo. THat kept her quiet while I snoozed a bit until time to go to church.
Now I am very sleepy and ready go to bed early. I want to talk UJ into heading there with me but I doubt I will be able to compete with Hell's Kitchen Marathon on Fox Reality TV channel. He is newly addicted to Gordon Ramsay's shows.