One of my friends put a cool new spin on her "30 Days of Thankfulness" this year, so I'm going to follow suit. 
For each day of November, I'll try to share something for which I am thankful, using each letter of the alphabet.  Not sure what I'll do for the last four days of the month, but you get the idea.  Some days, it might get a little mushy, but other days, eh.  No promises.  'Tis the season!
So, here goes:
A is for Army. I'm really grateful for the life experiences and the exposure that I might not have had if I had never joined the U.S. Army. (That's yesterday's letter.)

B is for battles (as in, battle buddies). These folks have been as close as or closer than family to me for more than half my life.  I'm thankful for all of my battles, past, present and future.  Here's  your mush.  I love you all.

I received a blog tag from a writer friend today called, "Tell Me About Yourself."  I'm supposed to post seven random things.  Here goes:

1.  Kindness and generosity are at the top of my 25 character strengths; yet, forgiveness and mercy are near the bottom.  Some grudges will have to be pried from my cold, dead fingers.
2.  I hate driving.  I'd rather buy ALL of the gas for a road trip than spend one minute behind the wheel.
3.  When I'm really amused, I laugh like Betty Rubble.  My shoulders shake and everything.
4.  I sing in the shower.
5.  Given the choice between sleeping and eating, I always choose sleeping.  I'll eat when I wake up.
6.  I still have my wisdom teeth.
7.  I can retire from the Army in about two years.  After that, I want to be a barber, and pursue writing and publishing part time.

Well, that's it.  While we're sharing, feel free to share something or things about yourself. :

There's that time thing, again.  I meant to write a post in April.  Several times, I meant to write, but time got away from me. 
I wish I could remember what it was that I wanted to share, but since I can't, I'll share this:  Life is a freakin' time suck. 
I know that's not news, but it's where I find myself at this moment.  Wishing I could go somewhere and just not be bothered by anyone or anything that isn't directly related to my writing, publishing, or creative processes. 
I find myself peeved at people and situations that have distracted me from my intentions.  The recurring theme in my head is, "Leave me the fuck alone."  But you can't say that when you have a full-time job, or people who depend on you to do it.  *Sigh*  I've GOT to work on my time management skills.