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Some people call me a space cowboy... Not really. Just popped into my head. I've been listening to Daft Punk, who makes electronic-type music with a lot of space and technology themes. For now, I've decided not to give in to the Rolling Stone convention of using a plural noun with any band name, even if it isn't a plural noun. For example: you can safely say "The Beatles play here often." But it's more sketchy to say "Daft Punk play here often." Sure, there are two people in the band. But would you say something like "The president's cabinet answer his questions" or "My family live here"? I do believe I learned about collective nouns in, oh, it must've been like THE FOURTH GRADE. It's ok, RS magazine, I still like you. Rolling Stone still have a lot of good articles.

I'm scheduled to take the LSAT on Groundhog Day next year, so I've started to study for it. Thanks to dad, I have a pretty good idea of which schools to apply to...even though the data may be old when I get back from deployment. But I can always update. Math is a powerful thing. The prep is fun. It's basically sample tests that test your logical reasoning. Like, there are four people, and they all have four different names, and are eating four different things, and mr smith is to the right of the guy eating pancakes, and the guy in the blue chair is not eating french toast, and the guy in the red chair is sitting across from the guy in the green chair, so who is eating an omelette? Stuff like that. I think it's fun. Um...work was a little better yesterday. I wanted to talk to a manager about the situation...but I didn't. I guess I'll try again today. I...have...little...motivation...to do...things. But the ladies in dept 34 are nice. They are very positive. Ther...

I ran across this photo as I was reading the news. "An elderly Iraqi woman shows two bullets which she says hit her house following an early coalition forces raid in the predominantly Shiite Baghdad suburb of Sadr City." I'm not quite sure how the bullets--still in their casings, unshot--could have hit her house, unless somebody threw them...maybe it's symbolic. The picture seems very staged to me. "Here, hold these and look victimized." It really doesn't lend credibility to anybody.

On Saturday I found out I was being deployed again. On Sunday, Austin proposed to me. On Monday, I got accused of stealing at work. So I'll treat each topic at a time. Saturday was actually an ok day. I went to drill, but not too early, and we basically just took some online courses and I had a pleasant lunch with two other female soldiers whom I like and who are cool. And I found out I'm being deployed again in February. Which I kinda knew was coming. But it still affected me. Sunday was a little crazier. I had to be at drill at 5 am, so that we could go to this ceremony. So that was weird. Then, after we were released early, I get home around 1:30 and Austin & I have an interesting time. Lots of drama. Very atypical for me. Austin asks me to marry him. I say yes. He goes to work. Went to bed late. Was up for a long time altogether on Sunday...like, 4 am til 11 or 12...like 19 or 20 hours... So Monday comes along. I am already experiencing drama at work, mostly with schedu...

Q: What is considered to be the average size woman in America? Debbie, Grand Prairie, Texas A: According to the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services, the average U.S. woman is 5' 3.7 (162 centimeters) tall and weighs 152 pounds (69 kilograms). This corresponds to a Body Mass Index of 26.3 kilograms/meters², which is slightly less than the average man's. The average American woman is tall enough for an astronaut (minimum height, 4' 10.5) but falls short of the average Miss America winner (5' 6.5) and is about the same height as the shortest president (James Madison, 5' 4).

"Thanks peach for taking time to let us know what's going on...we missed you on Friday! I really liked Pastor Jojo's sermon too, it really spoke to what I'm going through and challenged me, a lot. "Well, somebody already knows what I've been going through this week, but just to clue you all in: "It's boyfriend stuff (What else!). Basically, I was faced with deciding what was God's will for my life, whether He wanted me to get married or not. It came from the stuff Austin & I are starting, mostly saving money to get married and because I had not yet answered this question for myself, I was having a hard time being on the same page as he. Austin has no doubts. But I did. Long story short, God used my parents, the Bible, several helpful web pages, prayer and His special revelation to show me that the things that I want to do in my life, I can't do without help, and that He was giving me Austin to be my helper, my partner. "That was big. ...