A few weeks ago I committed to starting a blog. It started off as a way that I can keep all the people in my life informed for my upcoming deployment. I then decided that before committing to writing everyday to keep you all informed while I'm away, I should give this a shot while I'm in the states. 

I quickly realized after creating this blog that I really don't have that much to talk about. I decided to put off my first post until I had an Epic Moment. One defining moment that would be worth writing about, and that people would want to read. Or until I got my IPad... which hasn't happened yet, but I foresee it in my near future. 

Alright, lets get back to this Epic Moment... don't get too excited it's truly not that Epic.  So we have this cat... is name is Dexter... I want to kill him!!! This is no exaggeration, and I know its bad to say but if Dexter is any indication of what it will be like to have a child I am going to seriously consider adopting all of our kids at the age of 18. Dexter has been my nuisance since we got him just over a year ago. I first attributed his scratching and love of knocking things off tables and counters to the fact that he was a kitten. 

I soon realized that Dexter was a demon cat and his habits were not going to go away. I begged and pleaded with Melissa to get rid of the cat and she would not give. Finally one day just about a month ago Melissa said we could git rid of him, now looking back I should have picked him up and dropped him off on the 190 right then... did I do that... unfortunately not. 

It's kinda of a good thing that I didn't because just a few days later I got the news that I was going to be going away for a few months and I would feel really bad if Melissa didn't have Dexter here to keep her company. Also, he was sort of getting better... sort of. 

And then at approximately 12:02 am this morning what did Dexter do? He broke yet another glass from our relatively new set of glasses. He knows better than to be on the kitchen counter first off and the kitchen was just cleaned and there was just two glasses sitting on the back of the counter. He had to jump up and move the glass all the way forward to knock it off. I was and still am livid and maybe this first blog is more of a way to vent than anything, but if you care to read I'm sure you can share in my frustration in some way. 

Enough of my venting session, I hope you all enjoyed the light read! Until next time, later kids.