It's all in a name

-WARNING MUSH ALERT-

Time sure flies when you are having fun. As I sorted through one of my older blog entries I was reminded of an event four years ago this week that would forever change my life for the better. At the time I thought nothing of it. I guess that is how divine intervention/faith comes in. Here is a transcript summary .



S= Seamus aka "LT Barry"

C= CAPT Kisner

C= Welcome to TF 134.

S= Thanks Ma'am.

C= You will be working on these files over here once you get started. I will label them with stickies.

S= OK sounds good thanks Ma'am.

(Several days pass with CAPT Kisner using words to the effect of "Hey Barry where are the files we discussed.: She also peppered my files with sticky notes that read "Barry please work on this file first or here are more files for you." Hey Barry is it lunch already?"

C= Hey Barry, where are the files I told you to work on?

S= (With an ever annoying look of WTF and building irritation) CAPT Kisner, my name is Seamus or LT Barry... Pick one!

After the above "conversation" CAPT Kisner informed me that she was quite miffed and the words turd and other potty words rolled around in her mind after above outlined encounter.

It was this exchange of military customs and courtesies that would set into motion one of the most interesting and awesome love stories ever. In a span of just 48 months CAPT Kisner would become MAJ Barry. CPT Barry( by some minor miracle they promoted me after Iraq) and MAJ Barry would discover the finer things in life such as Rhudy's Jewelry and Pawn (The Pawn Shop is separate), Murcheson Road and the wonders of the Amtrak. We would also both dine in a steakhouse shaped like a sombrero (Pedro's South of the Border is awesome by the way) swim in a giant sink hole in Mexico and see Mayan ruins. Most importantly as a result of our meeting in Iraq, I was able to marry my best friend and someone who is tiny and compact and not full of "s!@#t." LOL. I heart ewe Christy. See you very soon.