Happy Veteran's Day
All you veterans, good job :)

Donnah Lee,
I heard your nick name back then was Dot-Dash...
because the tracks you left when you walked looked like this
_ . _ . _ . _ . _ .

BTW, where did they get snow shoes in size 5?

I love pics of your Dad..

Happy Vets Day !!

Who is that cutie with the sandals ??
The one on the left looks a little like Nancy the diaper hangin' cheesecake girl..

Here's a conversation you'll be familiar with, Nancy:
http://www.florida-cracker.org/archives/004331.html

Mr. Cracker- "So now you're putting up your own cheesecake photo."
Me-- "I'm wearing casts!"
MC- "It's still cheesecake."

ROTFL. Owen, you and me were posting about cheesecake at the same time.

The one with the "sandals" *should* look a little more like Nancy the diaper-hangin' cheesecake girl than the one on the left does, but through the vagaries of genetics, she doesn't.

Thanks Donnah, and all the rest too.

My dad was (always will be) a Marine.

Are you the one hopper ot two?

Both are really good photos.
Donnah and I only resemble in a few ways..
little, brown eyes, and sound alike on the phone.

I would like to see a pic from the desert.

Dad told me you caused a commotion when you visited the village. They all wanted to get photos of the little blonde soldier with frosty pink lipstick drinking a diet coke.
:) cute

Do you have a piccy of your dad in uniform, G? I'll post it.

I'm the two hopper. The lady in back with the wristwatch had frostbite on her toes.

No, Nancy, you have Dad's brown eyes. Mine are hazel from the mix of mom's green. We're both short; that's about our only similarity, I think. That and excess chestage.
I don't know if we sound alike on the phone.

I remember there were pics took in DS, but I don't have any of them. I'm happy not to have the one where I'm standing in a big cloud of shit smoke, stirring a huge cauldron of burning JP8-soaked crap and pee with a piece of rebar. I was wearing frosty pink lipstick then too. *click*

Somewhere, I need to scan it though.
They were once young too.....

Donnah *Lee* ?? Oh My..Jazzy's middle name was Lee, and a fine middle name it was/is ! Much better than
Hollis...

Did the troublemaker on the left pan out ??
How did yall (I belong to an association who has deemed yall is a Southron word and therefore is exempt from the ') get the nice booties ?

Just answer the question..don't think about it.

My first wife burned all my military stuff..all I have is a water stained DD214, and my *official*
pretty boy 8X10 hanging on my Mama's wall. :(

I'm not waiting for an answer..really I'm not.

How did the AFEES treat your 'hazel' eyes..Donnah ??

I wasn't allowed to have mine. I had to pick- Blue
or Green.

Mr. Cracker is right.

Men are simple. Woman + Photo = Cheesecake

Add military uniforms, and well...we're just simple, thats all.

And no one asks about the casts?

Spill........

I did..!!!

Donnah,
you're so cute I had to look at ya again.
I never thought to ask, but how are those shins after all these years?
Do they like...throb or anything, before it rains?

1988. What a BABY.

SHEESH.

(And Dad's a handsome, dashing devil!)

I should've kept my mouth shut..

MC is right..it's cheesecake.

I still say that's Donnah on the left.

The girl on the left's named Karen. She spent her high school years riding along with EMT and was our unofficial medic. She became a Czech linguist. The lady with the wristwatch became a German linguist, and me and girl behind me became Russian linguists.

The feet were casted because I'd ruptured the tendon in the bottom of my right foot. A total blow-out. Then I got overuse syndrome in the other. It was an extremely painful and long-lasting injury, but I'll be the first to acknowledge it's an uninteresting one to anyone but me and my family.

Nancy, re whether they still hurt sometimes: do you remember when we were in downtown DC and we had to stop walking because of my feet and our brother massaged them? Then we took the subway?

I know that tendon.. at least I know the one I messed up from my big toe on my right foot.
I stepped on..actually stomped on a big rock running barefoot when I was in High School. It messed me up for years. It burns more than it hurts.

still cheescake though..lol j/k j/k..

Mine is under the arch. My dad always called it the "leader."
It burns now in the morning (because I don't wear a night splint); back then I couldn't even wiggle a toe, much less flex the foot itself.
It's an injury that will never be featured on "ER."

"Mine is under the arch"

That's the one.. burns like the dickens.
Your Dad must have gone to the same school of butchering that my Dad did..he called em leaders too.

Mine finally stopped bothering me, but I never technically 'injured' it persay, other than the rock deal. But I know the leader you're talking about, it'll make you sit down..that's for sure.

Tell Mr. Cracker that he done good..lol.

course..he probably already knows that.

Donnah..

Do you have the 'lame and lazy' jpeg in a higher resolution ?? It gets blurry when I make it into my desktop.

;)

I wonder where they got that word from? Does it refer to an animal equivalent, you think? I hurt that same spot when I was a kid by stepping on a broken coke bottle barefoot. It was deep and he was worried that I'd cut my "leader."
Don't know about higher res, but here's a bigger pic:
http://doggerel.com/pics/scans/army.jpg

Well my Dad referred to it when we talked medical
stuff..and when we talked meat, as in dressing deer..hogs, etc. So, I think it probably comes from
the homestyle meat preparation vocabulary primer..
or something along those lines.

They were both crackers..so it may in fact be a
Southron word. Daddy was born in Ocoee (Winter Garden) and raised in Tampa. You probably remember his Dad was a Pahokee, Belleglade, Ft. Myers person, but I never got a straight answer on where he was actually born. I think it was in Colquitt county, Ga.