NaBloPoMo
NaBloPoMo - National Blog Posting Month
November is NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month). Since I feel that I have found my blogging groove I am trying to drive additional traffic to my blog. One of the suggestions that I have gotten from Zoot is to participate in NaBloPoMo. The whole idea is that you basically post every day in the month of November, that’s the only requirement. Other bloggers that participate in NaBloPoMo are more likely to visit other participants sites as the main NaBloPoMo site has a list of all sites participating. Also, there is a blog directory that will aggregate content daily if you can get enough votes. I need your votes. Please click here and vote for my site so that my daily post in the month of November will be read by others and help me drive more traffic to Digirati Dad.
Weekend Review
So here are the highlights of our weekend:
Saturday
- We Carved Pumpkins
- Scout and I played in the yard and on her gym
- Scout played with Miss Maudie
- Scout, Ronda, and I went to the YMCA and went swimming
Sunday
- I cooked breakfast (Scout was a fan of the sausage)
- Scout went to her grandparents house for the remainder of the day
- Ronda and I packed most of the kitchen and more of Scout’s room
- Ronda and I joined Scout at grandparents house for super
- I went to Macbeth rehearsal while Scout and Ronda settled down for the night
Pumpkin Carving
Ronda, Scout, and myself decide to get in the Halloween spirit and carve some pumpkins today.
While Ronda and I were carving, Scout was mostly playing with Miss Maudie and playing on her gym. She did however get in the spirit by learning to say the word, “pumpkin”.
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Scout loves yogurt
Random Flashback
For some reason or another when I woke up this morning I had this random flashback about Army basic training. One thing that I think about often is the six random pills they gave me when I got off the bus at basic training. I remember it like it was yesterday. I left my hometown of Killen, Alabama on a greyhound bus headed to Atlanta, Georgia. I was 17 and had never traveled alone. From Atlanta I flew to Oklahoma. Once I was in Oklahoma I followed the random signs pointing new recruits to the “staging” area, a term I heard very often from that point. Once in the staging area a random guys comes along asking if we were headed to basic training at Fort Sill, we all replied yes. So we load up on the bus and it takes about hour and half to get to Fort Sill. We pull up and sit for a few minutes. Then the door to the bus opens and a very large guy comes on the bus and just looks at us for a minute, then all the sudden he start yelling, get off this fucking bus right now. I see people tripping over each other trying to get of the bus because this guy starts grabbing our belongings and throwing them off the bus along with any small guys he could pick up. As soon as you get off the bus there was another guy with cups of pills yelling at you once again, “take the damn pills shit brick”. I took the pills as I feared for my life. To this day I wonder what those six pills were and what affect have they had on me.
