Both the soldier and my son, 9 year old, Vidroid are Taurus with ruler Venus in Gemini (two loves). They both have Scorpio as well… this is worrisome.

As of yesterday, Vidroid was committed to Emmy who picked him up a couple days ago. He still sits (in his assigned seat) next to Belle though, with Emmy spying him from across the room according to Vid.

Last night, I asked the soldier, “Do you think Belle will catch on?”  There is only one more day of school.

“I’m betting she won’t and if she doesn’t this will be the best possible scenario for his operation.”

“Why is that?”

“Because then he will get to see both of them all summer. He can talk to both girls,” he said.

“I see.”

“Yeah, and if something happens and it goes south, oh well.  He’s going to a different school next year anyway…”

Some days ago, regarding the fact that Vid has added a year to his age at school for the last year, the soldier said, “He’s doing what he has to do for his operation.”

I laughed. “Don’t have to tell me, I was a 15-year-old bartender. The people in my family, we do what we have to do. We survive, regardless.”

“It’s the only way, P. There is no other way.”

Are you a survivor?

“A beautiful celery walked into a bar,” the soldier said. “She sat down at the bar and ordered a drink and the bartender said, say. You look like a nice girl. Why don’t you go over there and talk to that carrot over there. He’s a nice man.”

I opened my eyes wide.

“No, the beautiful celery said. I feel too sad for that. I just broke up and I’m just not ready for that.”

“Ah…” I said sympathetically.  “She’s got a broken heart.”

“Yeah but the bartender said, then how about that cauliflower over there, the one shooting pool. He is also a pretty good guy.”

“No, no, I just can’t do it, celery said.  I just broke up with mushroom and he’s the only fung guy around here.”

I roared.

“You like my joke, P.”

“I do.”

“Well I have to make these things up.  I have to work to do this for you, P. This is work.”

I posted the last blog and then walked into the living room where the soldier was lying on his back playing Neopets of all things. He likes all the G-rated stuff.

“I was thinking about how you said men had to scout a woman before they went after her?”

“Yeah when you find out what hard labor it is.”

Continue reading Voice Of Mars With Lyin’ Venus In Gemini

“Did anyone ever call you a fly boy?” I asked. “I never heard it.”

“No, no one ever called me fly boy,” he said before he stopped to consider. ‘But I didn’t tell anyone I was in the Air Force when I was a Marine.”

“Yeah, I guess not.”

“No, hell no. No one knew I that and when I got in the Army no one knew I had been in the Air Force or that I had been a Marine.”

“You kept that all split up?”

“Yep, yep, had to of course. Whatever branch of service you’re in, that’s the best and all the other branches suck so what are you going to do? Keep your mouth shut of course. No way would I admit I was in those other services…”

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Yes this means 3 times through boot camp. Can’t imagine why I call him, the soldier.

Loonsounds writes on We Fight Because I Am Stupid:

“For one thing, I didn’t realize or remember The Soldier was from a foreign country with a foreign language as a first language, and yet something in your writing drew out that example about India and language glitches. This poor guy, there I am intimating that he is smokin’ you a little bit, maybe not the case at all! It might really be a language thing. that’s wild.”
Continue reading The Ability To Communicate All Over The World… Superficially

Yeah, my son is deep and serious minded but he does have Venus in Gemini.

“Yeah!” he said, telling me a story in animated fashion. “And he was my fri!”

“Your what?”

“He was a fri of mine.”

“A what?” (no Gemini here)

“My fri! That’s like a half a friend,” he explained.

I snorted.

Do you have any fries?

Cassi suggested that calling the soldier a liar was harsh, however it’s the term he uses all the time. Venus in Gemini rules the Sun in Taurus…

“Yeah we were in trouble. We were doing all kinds of things you aren’t supposed to do. (He was off duty but on a base). We were having all kinds of fun right up until we got caught and this guy, he was a (insert rank, I don’t track that thing) asked me in this stern voice, all serious… “Sergeant Soldier, what’s going on here?” Continue reading He Really Does Lie Like A Rug - Lying Is Damned Near His Vocation

Remember those air conditioners we strapped to that trailer last week? And those pins? Well it’s post the holiday now, this is the soldier on the phone:

“Well the last air conditioner is off the trailer and those chains stayed tight the whole time. These guys couldn’t get them off either so I went to take them off and I could barely do it myself. Who put those on so tight? That’s what they asked me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I told ‘em oh, it was some bastard showing off for his girl.”

I laughed.

“Yeah, she was there so he did this. Dumb ass. And then they complained about the pins being all twisted up. These guys were Jamaicans and they starting bitching about the pins and I told them, oh. The girlfriend did that. That was her with the pins.”

“Oh brother.”

“Yeah, she was showing off for him, he was showing off for her. They were both show offs and now we have to suffer because of them,” he said.

I groaned.

“And they asked me, how did you know they were boyfriend and girlfriend? Oh, well they were making eyes at each other, I said. Yep, that’s how I knew. And she was young and he was old, see. Ahhhhh, they all said like that explained everything. Yep, that’s why these chains are on so tight. They are on tight, aren’t they?”

“You know how to pass the day.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Oh man. I was in there playing Word Dojo and about to go crazy. I had to rip myself away. That thing is addictive.”

“Yeah.”

“And there was some girl on there. Gina The Fox. Or FoxxyGina and she was the best. She had the high scores and I was trying to beat her. She was number one, two and three of the high scores, that Gina, and I wanted to beat her and about spent my life savings trying.”

I snorted. “No dice?”

“Uh uh. I couldn’t any higher than number four and it pissed me off. Damn that FoxxyGina. I bet she can’t do that shit in Spanish,” he said.

I roared. “Oh! So you can’t beat her own her own turf so you’ve got to change the rules?” I asked.

“No, no. FoxxyGina is smarter than I am, that’s all. I’m just not happy about it, see. Not happy at all. I just can’t work under pressure I guess. So I just had to accept it and leave there while I still had the shirt on my back. FoxxyGina cannot be beat, at least not by this stupid, slow, hog of a man.”

Realizing he was on full pout I didn’t bother to refute him.

More hi-jinks of the soldier’s Venus in Gemini (clever but bored) vs his 9th house Jupiter in Sagittarius (higher education) with his Special Forces training and tactics plainly obvious.

“I was in this class once the professor didn’t like me so much which was okay because I didn’t like him at all.”

I laughed.

“Yeah, he thought something was wrong with me. This was pretty soon after I got out of the military and I guess I hadn’t quite assimilated back into regular culture. I still haven’t but I was even worse then and I messed up on the word association.”

“What were you studying?” Continue reading The Soldier and The Professor - They Didn’t See Eye To Eye