May Day, May Day......

News from the front.

On Tuesday the Combatants waged an attack on the Confinement/Prison camp they were assigned to. There were many small skirmishes, and a few all out battles. For a while it looked as if the camp might be overrun, and the Officer in charge of said camp, would become the combatants, and the combatants would become the Officers. Fortunately, the Officer in charge of the camp, finally out witted the combatants, and got the camp back under control. This was not without its' casualties however. Below is the list of casualties. Please offer up good thoughts for the loved ones of the casualties.

Robyn's Sanity-------30 years old. Leaves behind a loving family of sane thoughts. Will be missed by those who knew her. Sanity was always a fighter, never gave up. The battle however was very long and treacherous, and in the end, she just could not hang on.

Robyn's Patience------25 years old. Single, but will most assuredly be missed by her friends and family. Patience as she was known to friends, was very easy going, and a pleasure to work with, never rushed to conclusions.

Robyn's Mind-----30 years old. Ms. Mind was a very bright, and always had an idea on how to fix things, or make things better. While Ms. Mind did not perish, she is critically injured, and may not recover.

Robyn's Energy--30 years old. Ene, as she was known to her loved ones, was always rearing to go. She was never one to just sit around, and become one with the couch. She was always doing something, most of the time, for someone else. Ene leaves behind a body of work, that will surely suffer from her demise.

This reporter has seen many battles before, but never one so volatile. It was literally two steps forward, and three steps back for the Officer in charge. Luckily, the combatants gave in, once they realized they were beat, and also that if they continued in this fashion, there would no longer be access to the mess hall. It is a little known fact, that combatants have the ability to eat their weight in food every day, and that if they do not consume that much, there are grave consequences. In light of that, they decided it was for the best to surrender peacefully. Soon after the surrender, the mess hall was back up and running, and the combatants had tucked into several different meals, fruit, cheese, and assorted snacks and drinks. The true heroes in this war are the kitchen staff. They are constantly under attack from famished combatants, and are constantly on their toes, preparing and serving, and cleaning up food for the combatants.

Kitchen workers, and camp Officer, we salute you!


(For those that cannot tell, this is all a sarcastic reenactment of events that take place in my daily life. No combatants, officers, kitchen workers, or bodily functions were harmed in the making of this blog entry. But grammar was most definitely harmed.)