Bring on the FRG Crazy.

Last week, we had our first FRG meeting in a few months. Yes, I know, I'm a lazy, crappy FRG leader for letting so much time pass in between meetings but there just weren't enough nights in the week between the holidays, leave and all that mandatory fun. But in a serious karma kind of way, it ended up biting me in the ass.

Our unit is the subject of many rumors right now. That we'll go to Iraq as part of Bush's new-but-pretty-much-like-the-current war strategy. That our unit will be absorbed into another one as part of ARFORGEN. That there will be another training exercise this year that will require the guys to be away from home during a major holiday. That commissary produce prices are going to go up by a significant amount. That a certain wife is selling herself to the single guys -- and a few married ones who still wish they were single -- for a low, low price. You get the picture.

And so, at our meeting, CPT Dick and I got to field each and every tired one (well, except the wife prostitution one -- that one was brought up privately during the potluck after, you know, just so I'd *know*). And we got to tell them the same thing we always do. "We have no orders to such effect." You'd think such a non-answer would have a calming effect. But no, it just causes more consternation, more rumors and more phone calls.

Oh, the next few weeks are going to be fun! Guess there's no way I can get out of a February meeting. *sigh*