I can't quite believe you let me whine about an ol piece of dirt! That you didn't tell me to "suck it up Bucko, pull on your boots, and get on with it..." that "I" didn't tell myself that!
I have a roof over my head, food put by, people that sorta like me, and some great kids and grandkids. A dog that eats out of my hand, a matchmaking Dad, and this time, this time that I could be putting to good use.
Since the Corpsman and my 30 sons by other mothers are back on American soil I've been floating. Not nearly pulling my weight in a lot of ways.
I need to suck it up, pull on my boots, and be burn'n daylight. My dreams aren't going to be just dreams!
In order to buckaroo up, I have been perusing motivational posters.
For Sam maybe...
In order to buckaroo up, I have been perusing motivational posters.
That might help...
but I need one that is more, well, on target
