- April 23, 2009
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.