Let's Give this a Shot

Well, I have a friend who has one of these blog spots, so I figured, "What the hell," I'll be a copy cat and get one too. It's not as if I have than many original ideas anymore being stuck on a military base for months at a time. Besides the norm of torturing my staff, or drawing on Brian's face when he is in a state of such deep sleep that I am able to get increasingly artistic with the handlebar mustache that I draw on his face with my markers.
I took my fart machine earlier to the One Stop Shop (for those of you that don't hear from me often, that's our little convenience store we set up next to the main building), and I hid it under the counter. I proceeded to walk around the store and look (as if I don't know where everything is in there already), and I waited till the store had about 5 soldiers inside. Wait, I am getting ahead of myself, I forgot to mention that the Store manager is an adorable little Philippino lady named Beverly, who tends to be embarrassed easily. So, anyway, as about 5 soldiers hover around the counter counting their money and balancing their account book in silence, I slide out the small remote and start pressing the buttons. Yes, the fart machine did it's magic!! From all the way across the room, I detonated the most disgusting, wet sounding farts ever. Poor, sweet, (now red in the face) Beverly stood behind the counter in utter disbelief! The redder she got in the face, and the more she laughed, the more it looked like she was making those repulsing tunes of toot Flute!! At first she couldn't figure out where the noises were coming from, but when she spotted the machine, she was scared to pick it up. After a good laugh, and explanation to the soldiers, that it really wasn't her making those noises, I retreated to my little cave-like office to think of the next deviant thing that I could do.
I no longer have my one girl friend here, whose name was Misha. She worked at KBR and would occasionally come up and visit, and make me laugh till my stomach hurt, and then would retreat back to her world on the other side of the base. She finally had a belly full of this sandbox called Iraq, and took a one way flight home. Can't say I blame her though, I just miss her a bunch!!
That's one of the hardest things for me here...you meet people, and think, "ok, with this person around, Camp Taji will be lots more fun.", but within the year or sometime thereafter, either their tour of Iraq is done (if they are soldiers) or they get fed up with the politics of their company, etc, and off they go...leaving me all alone again....LOL, poor me.
No, really, I am very very BLESSED to have Brian living and working here with me, and I couldn't be more happy about that.
He has grown use to my overactive imagination, and pranks, so he makes a good laughing partner, or a great victim for my pranks. Thank GOD that he never gets mad at any of them that I pull...well, of course there WAS that laxative prank that he didn't like very much...BUT (in his defense), he did have to fly to another base that day...WHOOPS!!
Ok, so I had to promise not to pull that one again!!
Well, I am going to see how this blog thing goes, it will be good for me to document my time here I suppose.
More later!!