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  • April 23, 2009
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Milblog Conference 2009

No mission is ever successful without support. Castra Praetoria has enjoyed some success since I started posting last month. The response has been positive and the analytics page on Site Meter seems to have exploded. I am told this is a good thing.

Mostly, I attribute this to all the help I get from my website administrator and raging pain in my colon, Hope. A couple of years ago she and her family picked up my company for milsupport and now refuse to leave me alone. Litigation and restraining orders have summarily failed.

For two years Hope insisted I start a blog. Finally, I caved and decided to give it a try despite my misgivings that it was kind of silly and no one would really want to hear from a clown like me.

The arcane and esoteric arts of html code and other computer voodoo are a mystery to a Cro-Magnon like America’s 1stSgt. Hope does all the brainy stuff and other keypunching work. My part of the job is easy. I just sit around and say things like, “Remove that. Add this. No, that is too girly and will not appear on my site.” I never really thought it would take off or that anyone would think it was any good.

Yes, Hope is soooooooooo basking in her rightness at the moment.

Anyway, my glorious web administrator, mil supporter, and part time editor will be attending the Milblog Conference in DC this weekend. There is no stopping her.

If you are attending the conference and run into a woman cussing Marines and 1stSgts in particular, it is probably Hope mad as all get out that I haven’t posted something new in the last 24 hours. Stick your hand out and say hi to her. Don’t be scared.

Edit: See what I put up with? Between my own jarhead husband and this little brother I always/never wanted, I feel compelled to step out of obscurity and relay to you, who read, that today my posting recollection faded out sometime around the opening this file attachment Mike sent this morning. I assume I must have fully blacked out during the actual posting process or it would never have gone to print.

**one eyebrow up and surveying the latest post**

Looks like we’ll have to send Mike a nice girlie pink package laminated in rainbows, butterflies and Clay Aiken alongside a suitably cherubic 8X10 glossy of my Littlest Guy tucked fast asleep up under the 1st Sgt.’s squared off, jarhead chin.

Oh and yes as a matter of fact,
I am basking.
*grin*

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25 comments

  1. I’m a girl with a growing fondness for Marines. Since my body is pushing 50, the girl part is all mental. This fondness has nothing to do with hormones! It has everything to do with Toys for Tots . . and a certain adopted Gunny who I cannot seem to spoil. Perhaps I have met my stubborn match?
    I am so very glad you post this blog. It feels like real, straight from the hip commentary with a hefty side of ‘tude. Love it all and I do hope you continue to favor us with your prose. I suspect I’d enjoy your take on crockpot cuisine or transmissions but then I love ‘tude!

  2. Because you deserve it – Thank you for your service! You gave me a wonderful gift the day you earned your eagle, globe and anchor . . . and you keep on giving to me and everyone here when you put your uniform on again and again and again. Thank you.

  3. coffeypot- I’d demand you take that back, but I can’t. It’s already out there seeped into the shag carpet of the Universe.

    Greeeeaaat.

    What were you thinking?
    I am certain theoretical matrimonial bonds would have resulted in at least one felony conviction. Maybe two. *grin*

    But he does make a pretty good brother when he’s not being an overachiever in all manner of teasing, ridicule and general chop busting sibling-like behavior.

    For an only kid he’s got the sibling skillzzzz doooooown.

  4. Love the blog. Since my own Marine son (currently deployed to same sandbox) won’t write, I like hearing some stories from there. You arrived about the same time as my son and it was great to read your post about The longest day! Keep up the good work!

  5. America’s 1st Sgt.:

    Anndi, it’s my job to weather such storms.

    Akelamalu, it’s kind of like holding your breath for a really, really,long time. 😉

    Ally, glad you are enjoying my tales of high adventure. As far as
    cuisine goes I prefer hot food cooked by other people. When you say transmission I assume you mean something about cars which is another stygian science that I do not dabble in.

    Hope and Coffeepot, quit talking about me like I’m not here! Hello!

    Mendon Foodie, what unit is your son with? I know some people that know some people and there could be a letter in your mail box by next week. Drop me the info on my e-mail.

    Katherine, Castra Praetoria is not ‘cute’. That word does not compute. You are not allowed to use foreign languages on this site.

  6. Lest there be any confusion:

    Anndi, it’s my job to weather such storms.

    Akelamalu, it’s kind of like holding your breath for a really, really,long time. 😉

    Ally, glad you are enjoying my tales of high adventure. As far as
    cuisine goes I prefer hot food cooked by other people. When you say transmission I assume you mean something about cars which is another stygian science that I do not dabble in.

    Hope and Coffeepot, quit talking about me like I’m not here! Hello!

    Mendon Foodie, what unit is your son with? I know some people that know some people and there could be a letter in your mail box by next week. Drop me the info on my e-mail.

    Katherine, Castra Praetoria is not ‘cute’. That word does not compute. You are not allowed to use foreign languages on this site.

  7. Well, I am glad that she finally harassed you long enough that you decided to go through with starting this blog.

    Perhaps we will have to start up a donation site so folks can contribute to your impending therapy from the anguish she causes you.

  8. Hope, Noelle pointed out to me your comment on her blog, that you’ll be in the area this weekend for that conference, probably here now. I’ll email you, and maybe there’s an outside chance we could me up this weekend. Perhaps the first meeting of the Mike “Barry & Levon pudding” Burke Support Group? Ask him to explain, if he remembers.

    Mike, and Hope…good job on the blog. Never woulda thunk it way back when that quirky Burkey would be big bad blog man. Huh. Enough web 2.0 nonsense Mike, get back to kicking ass on the battlefield now please.

  9. Top,
    Ain’t this blog stuff cool? When I was orginally in the Old Army, heck we didn’t even have computers…we could only call home once every few years (collect). Then when I was in I-crap, the internet connections were usually so darn slow, we could only read one or two e-mails so the 50 other Joes in line could check theirs.
    Ahhh…when you get out and retire, you can look back on all this and laugh.
    And thank your new sister Hope for helping you figure this out…I’m still finding stuff everyday…like I can now send text messages with my cell phone.

  10. I see Katherine is quickly lining up behind Ann and Hope in the “outer darkness” que.

    Southern, you’d think that I could escape during a deployment to the other side of the planet but nooooooo! Stupid 21st century technology.

    Stark, awwwwwwwwwwwww yeeeeeeeeaaahh!! I was actually looking up video of that last week. Sssshhhhhhhhhhh! That ain’t none o’ your concern baby.
    Kicking butt on the battlefield would be fine. This deployment we have the convoy security mission and detainee facility. Thus Task Force MP.

    Linda, it’s my pleasure. You’re welcome any time. Thanks.

    CI Roller, I can still remember signing for hard checks from my plt sgt. We also used to have WANG computers with these aweful green screens. My phone does more things than I know what to do with. I guess I’m not so much a gaget guy.

  11. SOUTHERN!!! ‘Scuse me??? Anguish I CAUSE him? Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. I think you’ve got that bassakward.
    Do NOT make me come over there, cause I will, you know. It’s on the on way to Iraq. (I better still be able to get my pictures after this. heehee)

  12. hey Stark! I had hoped maybe there was chance to touch base, when I was there. I’ll be back I think. If I made enough trouble for myself while I was there–anyway.

    A girl can hope. heehee.

    You definitely need to tell me the story. We can’t just have Mike’s version.

  13. Ake–He’s right. He holds his breath all the time.
    When he wants icecream
    or his way
    or hasn’t had a nap.
    You know.
    That sorta thing.
    *grin*

  14. {{{Roller}}} This is why I love you so much. *grin*

    Mike doesn’t know how often I went fussing to you when he was especially stunted last deployment. IT was good to have a 1st Sgt translator….nay imperative where Mike was concerned. 😉

  15. Dear Readers,

    Let me go ahead now and just say in the interest of time and maturity. MINE, mostly. I will most often let Mike have the last word here since it means more to him than me and well, I’m just a giver that way.

    Back to CP work!:)

    Hope

  16. I met Hope at the milblog conference. And she is the sweetest person you’d ever want to meet. Course, I was gushing about this here little blog, and how much I love it.

    Say what you like, Mike, about her, but let someone else make a derogatory remark, and I’d bet dimes to donuts that you’d be kicking that someone’s ass…

    Anyways, another conquest added to the list. Keep him posting, Hope!!

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