OMGoodness.  My son finally decided to make a serious decision, an adult decision, a responsible decision about his future.  IT WAS THE WRONG ONE!  I am in a panic.  He, a friend, and his sister went into Billings to goof around, go to a junk yard for truck parts, and then go out to eat.  I was happily getting work done around the house.  My daughter calls all excited.  I couldn't understand a word she said.  She hands the phone to her brother.  He informs me that he decided to stop in the recruiting office for the marines and passed their test.  He wanted to schedule an interview with a recruiter.  My daughter said everyone in the car could hear me scream "What, YOUR ONLY 17 THEY CAN'T SIGN YOU UP, YOUR ONLY 17, YOU HAVE TO FINISH HIGH SCHOOL, WHOSE GOING TO TELL YOUR DAD!"   Why!  Why is this his first big decision.  I tried to remind him there is a war going on.  I tried to tell him he will be poor.  I tried to remind him who his Commander-in-Chief would be.  I know; call grandma. She was from the 60's, she could help.  Never mind, her husband served in the army.  That's no help.  Tell him to try working first.  Think about it, oh yea, the economy is still in the dumps.  Crying won't work.  I could ground him but he will be 18 soon.  His dad isn't anti military, but the marines, right now?  He will go nuts.  Well I have had two days to mull this over.  I hope this is another one of his 10 minute ideas.  I don't know though.  He asked me to shave all his hair off Tuesday.  He started running again.  Give him another week to come to his senses.    I need another aspirin.   So what does the boy do.  He posts it on Facebook. Now I have to tell his Dad.  IIIIIIIIIIII  have to tell his dad.  How can my precious baby boy face enemies of war when he cannot face his own father.  That's the winning argument.  He will have to face enemies that are his father 10 times worse.  Thank God for Steve's horrible temper!