Ah-oo-hoo, play somethin' country

So every time anyone posts anything on this junk bucket, I get an email. Stop being so good with posts and comments! It's driving me mad! Crap. Posting this now will mean I get another email. Oh well ...

I am so glad someone besides Kealing, Neeley, Michelle and I are blogging. Finally!

Things are interesting here. Andy finally started. I've been covering this huge military court martial at Fort Riley. I'm a little pissed John Milburn from the AP showed up, because it could be my stuff going out if it weren't for him. Anyway, step aside bitter me! It's time for the happy AKS! Let me explain.

I started covering this trial on Monday. I was in a courtroom/newsroom/highway between JC and Fort Riley from 8:15 a.m. until 7 p.m. I was in a courtroom/newsroom/highway from 7:45 a.m. to 7:30 p.m. and from 10:15 p.m. to 12:15 a.m. I have that icky "in the sun then in the AC" feeling.

I have seen an array of autopsy and crime scene photos. I've learned what meth addiction and suspicion of adultery can do to people. It's really just a f'ed up situation. I would like to elaborate more on the case and my observations with my beat, but I really don't feel comfortable discussing it on a blog. I do have some funny stories though.

The court martial is supposed to be over by Friday (military trials move fast), but I'm not sure. I'll be covering this for a while. I'm not going to post any stories of mine on here (hint, hint), but if you feel like it you can click on The Daily Union link to the right. A woman from a Manhattan radio station said, "I've been in the business for 20 years and I've never covered a court martial." I said, "I've been on the job for five days and this is my first one too!"

So ANYWAY, back to why I feel fabulous despite the journalism thing. I don't want to brag, but my BOYFRIEND (and no it's not a joke boyfriend like Sean Land or someone like that) left me a wonderful IM that was waiting for me when I got back from the newsroom tonight: "i gotta go to bed i miss talking to u and i love u with all of my heart sleep well baby." Despite the grammar and punctuation things (which I pretend to ignore), this is great! You're still shocked by the B word, aren't you? Oh well, even the darkest sunglasses must come off sooner or later ...

I love everything and everyone (maybe even Bill) ... actually, speaking of that jerk, he was surprised I had the capacity to love. I hate that guy. Aw, what the hell: I love you, Bill.

Well, back to my never-ending battle with the courtroom's metal detector,
AKS