For the past few paychecks, what little extra money we have has gone to pay for the dog. Evelynn has been to the emergency room twice with a combined total of $100. The dog has been to the vet twice with a combined total of over $400 dollars. I never thought it would be cheaper to have a child than a dog.

Evelynn apparently has this great ability to twist her arm the wrong way and get it stuck. Nothing to worry about (according to the doctor) but nothing I can fix without paying the emergency room fee of $50. Or should I say nothing I am willing to try to fix. She always was the proud carrier of a stomach virus and we had to take her to the emergency room because she was dehydrating. She's doing fine now. She still thinks she is in charge and she almost always gets her way.

Other than that, everything is the same as always. I work too much. I go to school. I get some sleep and my family misses me. Things are getting better. I hope.

Hello everyone,

Evelynn and Beth arrived last night around 7:40. They had a slight delay in Munich because someone got sick on the plane, but that was the only flying trouble they had. Then they had a little bit of a snag getting through customs because didn't know the address. Not that I didn't give it to her; she just didn?t bring it with her. Then she gave them my work number to get a hold of me. Of course, I was in the airport waiting for her and not at work. Lucky for us, another employee who was working late answered the phone on the way out the door and gave Lufthansa my cell phone number. I received a call from a man with a very heavy accent, telling me my wife cannot enter the country because he doesn?t have a adarees. I had no idea what he said. My first response was, "She is an American citizen!"
"Yes Sir. But she still needs a adarees."
"SHE - IS - AN - AMERICAN CITIZEN."
"We know that sir, but she needs an adarees."
"A WHAT?"
"An adrees"
"WHAT?"
"aa - da - rees"
At which point, I start repeating adarees to myself until I figure out what it means. I tell him the address and he says he is going to send her right out. Kristine then turns to me and says, "You should ask the information booth if there is some way you can go back and help her out. At least explain the situation to them." With a very pessimistic attitude, I walk over to the information both and explain to the gentleman that my wife is coming with a baby and 4 suit cases. Then I asked if there was any way I could go back and help.
"No." His response was quite simple to understand.
"Is there anyone back there that would help her?"
"I'm sure someone will help her, and if not, she can use the cart."
I walked away feeling reassured that he did not have any children and hoping that he was planning on breeding. I understand that security prohibits me from entering the area, but to tell me that a woman will be able to take all the suitcases off the belt and load them onto a cart while trying to keep a two year old from trying to take the belt for a ride. Those of you who know Evelynn know she would too. Thanks for the help.

Well, Beth finally arrived from behind the mysterious wall that separates customs and immigrations from the rest of the airport with a baby and a stroller towing behind her a man with this huge cart loaded down with suitcases. The final number was 5 suitcases. Knowing that she was only supposed to be allowed 4, I asked her how she had accomplished that. The answer was, "Oh, I didn't know. I'm moving to the states with my baby and my husband is waiting for me and I promise I will never do it again." That would never have worked for me. It's not fair. Upon further inspection, I realized that not a single one of these cases weighed 50lbs or less, which is the new limit on suitcases for international flights.

All this brings me to one conclusion, my wife can get away with anything.

My babies arrive on Friday. I am so excited! It has been far too rough without them.

We have started picking up furniture for the apartment, and thanks to the internet, Beth was even able to pick some of it out. Imagine paying $80 for used furniture you have never seen before, because your wife, who is in another country, picked it out and told you to go get it. It' a bit unnerving but she did a great job. We know have a very cute dinette set. Seeing as our new apartment doesn't really have a dinning room it will be perfect. We have one of those "living room/dinning rooms". One day when I am rich and famous we will have something better.

Hmmm... what else.

Looks like we might be going to Tennessee to visit Grandma and Aunt Beth for Christmas. We still have to work out the details, but it looks promising. Speaking of Christmas, it's getting awfully close and I still don't know who we are expected to by presents from. Grandmas?

Evelynn turned 2 on Friday, our anniversary was Saturday, and Beth's birthday is tomorrow. It's nice that I have managed to miss all of those and spent Thanksgiving with someone else's family. Hopefully, if I'm lucky, this will be last big move for a number of years and Beth I will not be spending any more holiday's apart. I can't really say that it has been bad, but that's only because it has be horrible.

Well, it is 1:06 AM so I am going to go to bed. It's been a long day, and tomorrow I have to do it again. There is just too much week between the weekends, and I feel like a child waiting for Christmas. The closer it gets to Friday, the more everything seems to slow down.

After too much worry and way more stress, we finally received an answer. On the 15th of December our apartment will be ready and we will moving in. When I say "we" it is because we have bought Beth and Evelynn's plane tickets and they will be here on the 1st of December. I can't wait to see my girls again! It has been way to long!

There is a God, he has a plan, and I wish he would tell me what it is.

MY GIRLS WILL BE HERE IN 3 WEEKS!!!

Well, I had just about given up on finding a place (I still don't have one, but things are looking much better) and then my boss told me he was going to co-sign for me. First of all, the fact that someone is co-signing for me is just flat out amazing. Second of all, my boss who barely knows me. Then, somebody in the city. I might not be getting paid as much as everyone I've met thinks I should be, but the benefits (I think) of working for this man are out weighing the money. I'll take a great job, for a great person over money any day. As long as I can afford to support my family.

Well, What I thought was a good paying job turned out to be pennies in the DC area. I can't find an apartment because I need to meet a minimum income that I do not meet. Anyone want to be my co-signer. There are a couple of options still open, but I am sort of waiting to see what happens before I get my hopes up. I'll let everyone know (if anyone actually reads this anyway) what happens. Ciao!

Well, I am back. I arrived at around 1:13 this afternoon and so far so good. As to say that I have gotten a phone number and a whole bunch of information on apartments. I'm doing alright. It was a safe trip, but I am tired so I am going to bed. Goodnight Everyone!

I finally found a job. I am going to be working for a company called Ntiva. I'll be in Vienna Virginia on the 19th of October. I can't wait. I'm having problems finding a place to live, but hopefully that will be easier when I get there. I have been trying to call apartments to get a place before arriving, but that doesn't seem to be happening. And hotels in the area are outrageous.

I'm gettting there folks. A few tiny steps here and there, but I think I have finally figured out how I want this site to look and feel. Do you like my dog? I know there isn't much here yet, but there will be more to come. I promise.

Beth actually had the opportunity to participate in some beauty contests. One of them she participated in 3 times was Miss Muretto. She never made a very high score, but the producers were always begging her to try again. I?m guessing that the judges didn't care for the large dragon on the side of her leg. Think about it. How many beauty queens do you know of with large tattoos? Not only that, but if you had seen the girls that won? Let?s just say that some of them weren?t attractive enough to play Shrek.

Nick's mother and step-father came and visited him from Italy and stayed with us for a couple of days. While they were here we spent some time with them visiting the towns of Siena and San Gimignano. They are defiantly two of the most beautiful places I have ever been. Small medieval towns with attractive centers and architecture. Plus, we had great company.

Jesolo is the closest beach to Vicenza. This was Evelynn's first beach adventure and as you can see, she loved the sand. She didn't care too much for the waves though. But she loved the sand.

There was a festival in a near by town to boost the blood donations. Nothing to interesting. It seemed mostly like a place for friends to just hang out and talk. I figured we could have done that in Vicenza, but I guess I was wrong. Anyway, here are some pictures. The really good ones Nick did with his digital camera. I just stole them.

These are the Maldives pictures. Actually there are many many more, but I didn't want to adjust all of them for this web page. If you want to see the rest, come over and Beth will be glad to show them to you. ;-)

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One day, Beth comes home and tells me she has some good news. She tells me that her friend, Shanna, knows someone who works for a hotel in Treviso. This hotel is either 4 or 5 stars, and they want to setup their computers onto a network. The problem is the hotel manager does not want to pay a whole lot of money for professional. The last I heard, computer repair was around $75 an hour in the states. Everything is more expensive here. The manager had asked her employees if they knew anyone who could work for a cheaper price and, by the luck of friends, Shanna gave them my name. If you know me at all, you know how much I love to work on computers. Now, this hotel wants to pay me to do it. Where do I sign up? We only had a couple of problems. The first was, on the night I was supposed to be fixing computers, Beth needed the car. I cannot walk to Treviso. Beth asked her aunt if she could take me. She said it would not be a problem. The second problem was a dress code. This is a very fancy hotel, and Beth was convinced that I needed to dress like the rich and famous. I would have to make a good impression after all. She was determined to buy me more clothes just for this one job. To make it worse, her aunt was helping on this mission to drive me crazy.
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The next day, I call Shanna's friend, Carmene. My Italian is not very good and the gentleman on the phone seemed to speak no English. When the phone call ended, I thought that we had understood each other. About 10 minutes later, I receive a call from Beth asking my why I was not going to fix the computers. Obviously, there was a misunderstanding somewhere. I asked her to call him back and explain to him that I had wanted to the job. When Beth called me back, she told me that the hotel was just going to happen to have a representative in Vicenza around the time that I would need to depart for Treviso. This representative would just pick me up, and I would return to the hotel with him. That way Beth's aunt would not have to worry about it, and there would be no way to get lost. Apparently, it is difficult to find.
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The representative's name was Bernardo. He spoke excellent English, and we talked about everything on the way to the hotel in Treviso. We talked about traveling, politics, family, and work. He seemed to be very surprised that I was only 25, married, and had a child. This is not normal for Italy. Italians, traditionally, do not have children or marry until their thirties or forties. We also talked a little bit about traveling and Italy. He asked if I had ever been to Rome, and at the time I had not. He told me that I really ought to go.

When we arrived at the hotel, I was amazed by the beauty of building alone. It was gorgeous. The architecture was a work of art. Bernardo pulled the car up to the front steps and told me he had to go park the car. I climbed out of the car and started to get my backpack. Bernardo insisted that he would bring it in with him. I found that very strange, but I really did not know how to respond. So, I let him drive off. I stood in front of this beautiful building with red carpeting covering the stairs to the front door and thought that this had to be one of the nicest hotels in the entire world.

At the bottom of the steps, there was a man in a suit who immediately extended his hand to greet me. I could not decide if he was a bellhop or an executive. If the bellhops dressed this nicely, then I understood why Beth was so concerned with what I was wearing. He told me his name was Ascanio and that he would need to put a microfono on me. My Italian is barely more advanced than Lassie's English. I had no idea what a microfono could possibly be. Another man arrived from out of nowhere. He was not dressed as nice as Ascanio, and he did not bother to say hello before he started putting his hands under my shirt. I thought this was some kind of security precaution and wondered if they did this to everyone or just the Americans. I also thought that Bernardo might be giving the same treatment to my backpack right now, and that was the reason he insisted on brining it in for me. When the underdressed gentleman finished molesting me, I realized that microfono meant microphone. I realized this because I was now wearing one. I could not grasp what possible reason there would be for me to wear a microphone in a hotel. Then Ascanio started escorting me up the stairs. As ascended the red carpeted stairs, Ascanio began speaking to me. Everything was said in Italian, and I understood very little. I was able to pick out that there was a great woman who wanted to give a beautiful surprise. Everything else meant about as much to me as calculus to a two year old.

Now, I had heard that the owner of the hotel was a woman. I assumed that this was the great woman who wanted to give me a surprise. I could not figure out why she wanted to give me a surprise. I continued to walk with Ascanio, and continued to try and figure out what was going on. When we reached the top of the stairs, he positioned me about 10 feet in front of the double doors that lead into the building. To my left, was an entire camera crew, and Ascanio moved off to my right and left me there in front of the cameras alone and utterly confused. I looked at the double doors knowing my answer was going to arrive from there.

When the doors finally opened, out stepped the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life. She was absolutely stunning. She walked straight to me and took both my hands in hers and began speaking. To this day, I still have not translated everything she said. The entire time she spoke in Italian. If and when I responded, it was always late, because I was having a terrible time trying to translate while I was staring at her. Luckily, I always understand her Italian better than anyone else's. It was Beth, my wife. Her hair had been cut, make-up had been added, and a dress that transformed her from stunning to a little more stunning. It is times like these that I wonder why the beautiful women always choose a lesser male.

Inside the double doors, there was a large dinning room with many round tables. All the tables had white table clothes and in the center were candles. Most of our friends and Beth's family was there. It was a wedding dinner. It was an expensive wedding dinner.

Apparently, she had written a letter to a television program called <u>Traino dei Desideri</u> (<u>Train of Wishes</u>) which broadcasts on Rai Uno, one of the larger television broadcasting companies here in Italy. In this letter, she told the producer that she wanted to do something extra special for me. Through conversations and interviews, which I knew nothing about, and after hearing about our first wedding dinner in a pizzeria, the producer decided to recreate our wedding dinner.

During dinner, Beth told me that Rai Uno was also going to buy us plane tickets to go to Rome. Bernardo had said that I really should visit Rome someday. They were also going to pay for us to stay in a hotel there. That Saturday we went to Rome and we were there for the broadcast. Rai Uno is in Rome. On the show, Beth said a total of about 4 words. We basically came on television, watched our second wedding dinner, and left. However, right before we left, the hostess asks Beth if it was cold the night of wedding dinner. It was actually very cold that night. Then, she asked Beth if should prefer something warmer. Beth of course agreed. Finally, the hostess told us that she was giving us a trip to the Maldives.

From the 24th of March to the 1st of April, Beth and I will not be available to take your calls. We will be sitting on a tropical beach, drinking from cocoanuts with little umbrellas sticking out of the top.

ISN'T SHE CUTE!!!

For this Christmas, I got the gift of diabetes. I would like to thank who ever decided I needed that. I arrived in the hospital the Wednesday before Christmas and I don't leave until tomorrow. When I arrived, I had a glucose level of over a thousand. For those of you who don't know, the normal level for glucose is between 80 and 120. A level over 500 is asking for a diabetic coma. I was walking around and felt fine. The only problems to speak of were peeing every 20 minutes, drinking water by the gallons, loose of whole bunch of weight, and blurry vision. I figured I needed new glasses and a healthier diet. Diabetes figured I needed more insulin and a healthier diet. I was never really planning on getting the healthier diet. Still wish that was my decision. Other than Christmas being absolutely ruined for my family, everything is great. Beth is stressing out because she is just as worried about diabetes as I am. The difference is she doesn't handle stress as well. Me, I pretend it's funny. It's not and I really feel like crying instead of laughing, but that isn't going to help things either. Anyway, I guess that's it for now. Ciao!

When Evelynn was 6 months old, we took a trip to Milano (Milan) to get her American report of birth, social security card, and passport made. Before we did this she was only a citizen ofWe also took some time to walk around Milano. I don't Italy. Afterwards, she became a dual citizen. It was a 2 hour train ride there and back. Four hours in a train with a 6 month old baby. Our appointment at the consulate was so early in the morning that we had to go the night before and stay in a hotel. Evelynn loved the playpen at the hotel. I don't know why. She hates them everywhere else. think we really got very far. I remember we spent way too much time in the Disney store. Then again, we always spend to much time in the Disney store.

Piazzola sul Brenta has an antique market once a month. We went there with our good friend Nick, and we visited the villa while we there. Most of the pictures are of the back yard of the villa. They don't make backyards like they used to.

We took a trip with Beth's sister Jennifer and our very good friend Nick. Bassano del Grappa is famous for being the location where Italy stopped Austria from conquering them. There is also some romantic story about the bridge, but the most I can get out of anyone is, "The bridge is where lovers go." Great story. There is many beautiful buildings in the area and supposedly you can see some of the bullet holes left by the Austrians in the architecture.

Many thanks to Joel and family for a digital camera this Christmas (really kills the Home Depot gift card I got him) it will be a lot easier to get more pictures onto the website faster. The only thing now is waiting for the batteries to charge. Beth managed to drain the batteries that came with the camera in less than a day. "Shaun look what else I got it to do while you were at work." At least it's something we both like. That happens all too rarely. But we thank you Joel and family. That's just what I wanted. I never expected it as a Christmas present. I always thought that eventually I would be able to buy a good one, but now I don't have to, thanks to Joel and family. Beth also packed up a bunch of Hannah's old bottles and some diapers that were way to small and shipped them over. And I would really like to thank Beth for giving Beth massage oil. Of course as we all know this gift is not for Beth to use on me. No, it's for me to use on Beth. Thanks Beth. For those of you who are confused (assuming someone who is not in my family actually views this website) my wife and my sister are both Beth Frisbee. Well, not actually. My sister is really Elizabeth, but we don't tell anyone; family secret. Sorry Beth but I haven't read the books. I'm trying to learn Italian, because all my co-workers are Italian. And they are all from Naples. You think we have southern accents in the states. In Italy they have a completely different language. The northerners and southerners don't even understand each other. It's amazing how totally different the two Italians are, and neither are the official language of Italy. Nobody speaks Italian in Italy, unless, they are on TV. Anyway, hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Oh yeah. Almost forgot. I have a brand new cousin to go with my almost brand new daughter. Only I haven't officially met the cousin. But I got a pretty Christmas card with him in a stocking. Congratulations Joel and family. Che bello!

Evelynn was born last month and this month we enjoy spending Christams with Beth's grandparents. Nonna cooked a wonderful meal. Of course, she always does. Many laughs, many smiles, and many pictures.

Also, a few days before Christmas, Beth's aunt Renata treated us to dinner at a fancy resturant. The food was great and everyone got to hold the new baby.

If you look at the photos of Evelynn, she might appear to be just a little yellow. Well, she was born with Jaundice. She's getting a lot better. She is actually white now. Beth, apparently, broke her tail bone during the exciting delivery of Evelynn. Do you know how you fix a broken tail bone? You wait four weeks and try not to make it worse. She is also getting better. Right now both girls are healing well, and I am very thankful that they both made it through okay. The next 18 years ought to be interesting. Evelynn doesn't like sleeping in her bassinet. She will sleep anywhere else in the house. She will sleep on the couch but not in the bassinet.If we lay her down in the bassinet she is wide awake and very angry. If we lay her down on the couch, she goes to sleep. No big deal. She's driving Beth crazy because she keeps falling asleep while eating so she wakes up hungry every hour or so. No big deal. Just make sure she stays awake. Right? No. This girl can sleep through everything, except being put in the bassinet. Logistically speaking that is really inconvenient to have to put her in the bassinet every time she falls asleep while eating. Beth having some back problems (see broken tail bone earlier) and breasting feeding in the most uncomfortable looking positions. Getting up doesn't seem to be the easiest thing to do while breast feeding. I still can't find work so now we are looking at the possibility of moving back to the states. I'll probably move back some time in February and Beth would come after she finishes school in June. Hopefully by that time I will have everything ready for her and Evelynn. Not really sure. Neither of us likes the idea of spending another 6 months apart, but without work it is kind of hard to make a move like this. Unless someone out there wins the lottery and then you should remember which Frisbee always liked you the most.

Evelynn LoveJoy Frisbee was born around 11:50PM on November 24th, 2004. She weighed 3.610 Kilos. I don't know the conversion to pounds so you'll just have to figure it out for yourself. She is beautiful. Beth is in a great deal of pain right now. Things didn't go exactly as planned. When Beth first became pregnant, the doctor that saw her said that she would probably not be able to have a natural birth because her bone structure was so narrow that a baby probably wouldn't be able to make it out without putting great risk on both Beth and the baby. Well, her new OBGYN said that it wouldn't be a problem. As it turns out, it was a problem. Beth had 21 hours of labor. Once she had finally dilated enough to deliver they moved her to the delivery room were she pushed with all her might and to no avail. She had the doctor pushing down on her stomach with all her might and a nurse try to pull her open and the baby was not moving. Evelynn was stuck without oxygen for a long time before she finally came flying out of Beth. When I say flying, I mean FLYING. She launched Evelynn straight at the nurse who immediately cut the umbilical cord and ran off with the baby. All I saw of my daughter was a bright purple head and bright white body. There was hardly any blood on the baby. Beth had pushed so hard the she was spraying blood into her IV and out through the whole in her arm where the IV was put. She was spraying blood from her vaginal area and from her anus. The baby was stuck. After what seemed like an eternity we started hearing crying from the other room and both relaxed a little. The doctors kicked me out of the room and I sat in the waiting room while they dealt with Evelynn's respiratory problems and Beth's bleeding problems. When they finally finished I was allowed to see Beth again. She was allowed to see Evelynn for only a second and I was not allowed at all. They placed Evelynn in an incubator for observation only. She seemed to be fine but they weren't taking any chances. Right now, Beth and Evelynn are doing fine. Beth is in a great deal of pain and she can't really sit down. She also is having a lot of swelling in her back. The doctors are also giving her medicine to give her more contractions because her body didn't go back to normal after delivery. Evelynn is beautiful. I have only gotten to hold her once so we don't have a lot of pictures yet, but they will be here as soon as possible. As I said, Beth is still in a lot of pain, but I am very happy that they are both safe and sound and that the worst is behind us now.

For those of you who actually read this, I'm back. For those of you who never have, welcome! A lot has changed in the last year. I'm no longer in the Army. I am living in Inverness, Florida with my lovely and pregnant wife, Beth. The baby is due around the 3rd of December. At least that's what the nurse type person guessed. We really don't know. If you're marking your calendar, Beth and I were married on the 25th of November 2003. Currently we are working at ArtistiCrete. We like it. It's fun. Beth is sleeping right now and I should be too, so I guess I'll add more later. Don't worry. The website isn't even up yet. You won't be able to read this for at least another couple of days. Ciao!

Mark another one down for the text books. My life is drasticly changing once again. Because of my last little adventure, the Army is now sending me home. The doctors say my shoulders can't be fixed, and I have no career in the Army in my condition. GREAT! So now what? I'm hoping to go back to school, but I still don't really know what I want to do with my life. I want to be a superhero. That's what I want to do. Anybody know of any job openings in the superhero business. Not only that, but where am I going to work while I'm in school? Sounds like fun. Anyone with a clue want to trade places. So right now, I'm in the Army, in Italy, I can't leave post (the terrorists might get us), and I really have no clue what's going to happen next. I know I'm going home, as in U.S.A., but I'm not sure where yet. Where ever I can find a good job and a good school. We'll see. I hope.

Welcome back; this time from Landstuhl, Germany. No I shouldn't be here and thanks for noticing. On March 25th my unit, the 173rd Airborne Brigade, jumped into Northern Iraq. My unit is still there. Much to my disappointment, I'm not. I jumped out of the plane and landed long before I thought I would. It was a little dark, pitch black, and apparently Northern Iraq isn't the desert I thought it would be. Oh no! Northern Iraq, at least where we jumped in at, is nothing but mud; lots of it. Anyway, back to my story. I hit the ground long before I thought I would. My ruck and weapon were still attached, my feet weren't together and my knees weren't bent. I should have shattered both of my knees. To my surprise, after the sheer terror, I was fine. I landed in mud up to my knees which made for a very soft landing; gross, but soft. I put my M240B machine gun together, loaded it and my 9mm, put my NODs (night observation device) on, put my ruck sack on, and started walking to the assembly area. I couldn't see any one and could see any of the land marks we were told about to help us find our way. So I pulled out my compass and started walking in the direction I was briefed to. Well, remember how deep the mud was. Two steps; that's all I took before I was stuck. My legs stopped moving and my body didn't. I fell forward putting my hands out to brace my fall and both shoulders came out the back. This made for a very interesting situation. I didn't know where I was, I was alone, I had all my gear on, I was knee deep in mud, and I had two dislocated shoulders. What in the world do I do now? Well, I got up and walked. I walked to the assembly area which I think was about 2 miles away. I don't really know. I don't remember most of the walk. That's just what someone else guessed when I told them where I landed compared to where I was when I found someone. So, I am the only person I know of who went to Iraq one day and came back the next because I fell down. Hopefully I'll be back in Italy tomorrow. We'll see. Join us again next time. Same bat time, same bat channel.

Hello again, this time from Vicenza Italy. In case you are wondering, I'm here, I'm bored, and I'm broke. Pay day is coming soon! Anyway, so far Italy is nothing exciting. I haven't gone anywhere yet, so that could be the reason; still working on it. I'm in my new unit and I don't know anybody. I've been in processing for the last week. We're not supposed to finish that until the 14th of January. I'm living in the hotel. That's a lot of fun. Life is slow moving right now. Anyway, I'm here and I have very limited access to the computer. GRRR! So e-mail me and I'll get back to you eventually. You're more likely to get a snail mail than an e-mail at the moment. Love you all!

Hello everyone! Does anyone actually read this thing, or am I typing without a purpose? Anyway, Jennifer and I broke up. We have conflicting personalities. Basically she cares about everything and I don't care about anything. Probably not the better of my qualities, but that's just the way it is. I'm working on clearing the unit. I go on leave from 20 November to 20 December, so if you know and love me, give me a call. My phone number is ... yeah right! If you know me, try e-mailing and I'll give you my phone number. Ummm... my phone is not getting shut off this month as I had originally said. Right now anyone reading this is going, What is he talking about? Those of you who aren't confused, my phone won't be shut off until closer to 20 December. Other than that I'm just sitting around wasting away. I love you all.

Well, iamshaun.com is back up and running, thank you Seth. Apparently, the card that pays you back won't pay for domain name renewal. I guess that's just the way it is. JRTC was exciting. Well, maybe for someone else it was exciting. I played guard duty the entire time I was there. Kind of boring, but I guess it had to be done. Right now it looks like I'm going to Italy in December. Not really sure what to think of that. Kind of exciting, but kind of sad at the same time. Nothing else is really going on right now, or nothing I can think of anyway. But then again, those of you who know me, how often do I think.

For those of you who do not know me, my name is Shaun Frisbee. No my family did not invent the toy, and whatever cunning way you can think of to make fun of me. I've already heard it. I am 22 years old, brown hair, blue eyes, 6ft. 5in., 186 lbs., and could care less what you think about it. I write poetry. I can't say how good it is, because that all depends on who's reading it. I have a friend, Tommy Hoffman, who would read it and it sounded great. There are others out there who read it and it sounds like an evil Dr. Seuss. We're not going to go there. I was born on Grand Forks Air Force Base in North Dakota. I don't remember it. That's just what my parents tell me. I have one sister, who's probably the closest the friend I have. Don't worry Amy, you're a close second. Not that Amy will ever read this, because she's never online any more. I go to St. Andrew's United Methodist Church in Fayetteville, North Carolina; although, my home church will always be First United Methodist in Oak Ridge, Tennessee. I love you guys. I hope everybody's healthy. I haven't heard from you in awhile. Right now I'm in the Army. I'm in A Co., 3-504th Parachute Infantry Regiment. I'm the commanders RTO and the operations clerk. It's not bad. Well, not too bad anyway. We're heading off to JRTC (Joint Readiness Training Center) later this week, for our second rotation this year. I don't know how we got so lucky. Actually, I do. Thanks to the Taliban another unit that was supposed to go to JRTC went to Afghanistan and now we get to do their rotation. There are some things that I will just never understand. Anyway, that's just about all for now. I'll try and remember to update this every once in a while.