I'm slightly bored, so I was going through and reading some of my old posts, from when I first started this blog over a year ago, and I came across this one. I read it and it kinda made me sad, because I really was excited to leave last ship and come here, and start anew and hopefully have a great experience and leave the terrors of Cedric behind.
Now, 10 months or so later, I'm back to the negative. I don't enjoy myself, I dont like my job. (Well, I like the ORDO part, but I dont like the SWO part.) The only positive is the people I work with- we're all in this together, and we all share that attitude, so we help each other get through. As alone as I physically am (no roommate, no female peers), I'm never alone in things sucking around here. Kinda sad how comforting it can be. But even more sad to go back and read what I wrote the day I transferred and realize that its not what I hoped it would be. So now I find myself counting down to when I can get out of the Navy. Not down to days yet, but months anyways, and figuring out when, since I'll take shore orders, Ill actually be released from obligation. And I even have been thinking about what to do next- I refuse to be that guy with no plan when I get out, and even if Mom and Dad would let me live with them again, I wouldn't want to. Ive gotten to used to being on my own.
OK, thats enough of this ramble. I need to get my work done so I can get out of here at a decent hour today...
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Monday, December 26, 2005
So this is Christmas...
Christmas was great. I was so glad to be able to go home and spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with the family. The whole family was there, except for my brother David who is at bootcamp right now, and my sister and brother in law came out from Utah. It was the first time I had seen them since they got married, but they got me a fondue pot, which is AWESOME, so Im excited to try that out. The day started with getting pounced on by Emily and Sophie at 630, which would have been OK had I slept well, but I didnt. But thats OK- its once a year, I can live with it. I drove back after dinner last night because Im on duty today, which is not fun, but its OK because tomorrow leave starts....
And Im headed to Texas. Im really excited to go- I get to go visit Amber, and hopefully see Kathy and Jen and Susan. I get to see family I havent seen in a while, and friends I havent seen in as long as 6 1/2 years, since the last time I went down to Corpus. And I get to eat Whataburger and Moody's, and any good Mexican food I can think of. And its warm. Not that its been cold up here, but its supposed to be 70 the whole time Im down there. And, most importantly, I dont have to be on this ship for 9 whole days. That, I think, is the kicker. I need the vacation...
I hope everyone had a great Christmas, see you in 2006!
And Im headed to Texas. Im really excited to go- I get to go visit Amber, and hopefully see Kathy and Jen and Susan. I get to see family I havent seen in a while, and friends I havent seen in as long as 6 1/2 years, since the last time I went down to Corpus. And I get to eat Whataburger and Moody's, and any good Mexican food I can think of. And its warm. Not that its been cold up here, but its supposed to be 70 the whole time Im down there. And, most importantly, I dont have to be on this ship for 9 whole days. That, I think, is the kicker. I need the vacation...
I hope everyone had a great Christmas, see you in 2006!
Friday, December 23, 2005
Now THIS is funny.
So this nut job in New Mexico has managed to convince a judge to sign a restraining order to keep David Letterman away from her. Are you serious? Here's the article...
Now, maybe its just me, and of course I dont know Dave so I cant be certain, but Im guessing that neither he, nor Regis Philbin, nor Kelsey Grammar, have taken the time or made the effort to work some code words into their shows to communicate to this woman in New Mexico. I laughed my read end off. But hey, judge for yourself...
Now, maybe its just me, and of course I dont know Dave so I cant be certain, but Im guessing that neither he, nor Regis Philbin, nor Kelsey Grammar, have taken the time or made the effort to work some code words into their shows to communicate to this woman in New Mexico. I laughed my read end off. But hey, judge for yourself...
Thursday, December 22, 2005
I hate Christmas shopping.
I said this at quarters this morning, and the first thing I heard was my GM1 responding with "Oh, so its your fault." "Huh?" was my reply, and he continued on, saying "its your fault that theres so much traffic at the malls right now. You're that guy that waits until the very last minute to do their shopping." I can't deny it, he's right. The thing is, I'm usually not this bad. But between moving into the house, all the trips up north Ive been taking, weekend duty rotation, and not getting home until after dark most of the last 3 weeks, I just haven't had the time to do it. And if I have, Ive been so tired I've just wanted to go home and crash. So now, its the 22nd, the last day I have to shop before Christmas before I go home, and I have no idea what Im getting for my Secret Santa. I got one of our female GM3's, and Ive already gotten her this lip gloss set, but I know thats not enough, so I want to get her something else. But what? She lives on the ship, so that really limits what I can do. I don't really know that much about her, other than she's really smart, 25 years old, and has a degree in psychology. But she's a Gunner's Mate... so maybe something with guns? Oh I hate this...
Monday, December 19, 2005
Apparently that means Im next...
This was me on Saturday.
Obviously, this was a wedding. My friend Cynthia, who was one of my favorite plebes in the glee club when I was a firstie, got married. It made me feel really old, but I was thrilled for her. She was the most un-nervous bride I have ever seen, and she is really and truly happy with Drew. They make an adorable couple, and the wedding was a blast. But when it came to that whole throwing the bouquet part, I wanted to kill her. I stood front and center, because thats never where the flowers go, but this time, sure enough... she didnt throw them that hard. So I got it. Im slightly mortified at this point, but hey, its all good. So then it comes time for Drew to do the garter. He throws it once, it hits the ceiling and some 10 year old catches it. The emcee says no way, makes him throw it again, and again it bounces off the ceiling into an even younger kids hands. Now I dont mind dancing with kids, but again, the emcee said do it over. Finally one of the Ensigns caught it, and I found out why. He didnt do the traditional dance for the guy who catches the garter and the girl who catches the bouquet. Nope. He does the get the garter on her and thats the end. Hence the picture....
The wedding was fun, though. While I am NOWHERE near ready to be next, it was a nice thought for a second. I just hope that when I get to that point, Im as happy as Cynthia is. Corny sounding, I know, but hey, what I can say, its the truth.
Obviously, this was a wedding. My friend Cynthia, who was one of my favorite plebes in the glee club when I was a firstie, got married. It made me feel really old, but I was thrilled for her. She was the most un-nervous bride I have ever seen, and she is really and truly happy with Drew. They make an adorable couple, and the wedding was a blast. But when it came to that whole throwing the bouquet part, I wanted to kill her. I stood front and center, because thats never where the flowers go, but this time, sure enough... she didnt throw them that hard. So I got it. Im slightly mortified at this point, but hey, its all good. So then it comes time for Drew to do the garter. He throws it once, it hits the ceiling and some 10 year old catches it. The emcee says no way, makes him throw it again, and again it bounces off the ceiling into an even younger kids hands. Now I dont mind dancing with kids, but again, the emcee said do it over. Finally one of the Ensigns caught it, and I found out why. He didnt do the traditional dance for the guy who catches the garter and the girl who catches the bouquet. Nope. He does the get the garter on her and thats the end. Hence the picture....
The wedding was fun, though. While I am NOWHERE near ready to be next, it was a nice thought for a second. I just hope that when I get to that point, Im as happy as Cynthia is. Corny sounding, I know, but hey, what I can say, its the truth.
Friday, December 16, 2005
Out with the old and in with the new...
As 2005 comes to a close, there are many things that I am sad to leave behind from this year, but also many things that I will be forcefully pushing out the door. This year I have made new friends, reconnected with old ones, bought a house, lived in New England for (hopefully) the last time, and transferred ships. Sometimes I have been myself, and other times I have been like another person entirely. As the new year rings in, I have decided that my goal (I dont really want to call it a New Years Resolution, but I guess thats kinda what it is), is to remember that who I am is far more important than who anyone else wants me to be. As long as I can remember that...
On a lighter note, I heard this on the radio the other day, and then it appeared in my inbox this morning. And now, without further ado: The New Rules of 2006.
New Rule: Stop giving me that freaking pop-up ad for Classmates.com. There's a reason you don't talk to people for 25 years. Because you don't particularly like them. Besides, I already know what the captain of the football team is doing these days: mowing my lawn.
New Rule: Don't eat anything that's served to you out of a window unless you're a seagull. People are acting all shocked that a human finger was found in a bowl of Wendy's chili. Hey, it cost less than a dollar. What did you expect it to contain? Trout? Luckily, it was only a finger! If it were a whole hand, Congress would have voted to keep it alive.
New Rule: Stop saying that teenage boys who have sex with their hot, blonde teachers are permanently damaged. I have a better description for these kids: lucky turds.
New Rule: Ladies, leave your eyebrows alone. Here's how much men care about your eyebrows: do you have two of them? Okay, we're done.
New Rule: There's no such thing as flavored water. There's a whole aisle of this crap at the supermarket, water, but without that watery taste. Sorry, but flavored water is called a soft drink. You want flavored water? Pour some scotch over ice and let it melt. That's your flavored water.
New Rule: The more complicated the Starbucks order, the bigger the asshole. If you walk into a Starbucks and order a "decaf grande half-soy, half-low fat, iced vanilla, double-shot, gingerbreadcappuccino, extra dry, light ice, with one Sweet-n'-Low and one NutraSweet," ooh, you're a huge asshole.
New Rule: Just because your tattoo has Chinese characters in it doesn't make you spiritual. It's right above the crack of your butt. And it translates to "beef with broccoli." The last time you did anything spiritual, you were praying to God you weren't pregnant. You're not spiritual. You're just high.
New Rule: Competitive eating isn't a sport. It's one of the seven deadly sins. ESPN recently televised the US Open of Competitive Eating, because watching those athletes play billiards was just too exciting. What's next, competitive farting? Oh wait. They're already doing that.It's called "The Howard Stern Show."
New Rule: If you're going to insist on making movies based on crappy, old television shows, then you have to give everyone in the Cineplex a remote so we can see what's playing on the other screens. Let's remember that the reason something was a television show in the first place is because the idea wasn't good enough to be a movie.
New Rule: and this one is long overdue: No more bathroom attendants. After I zip up, some guy is offering me a towel and a mint like I just had sex with George Michael. I can't even tell if he's supposed to be there, or just some freak with a fetish. I don't want to be on your webcam, dude. I just want to wash my hands.
New Rule: When I ask how old your toddler is, I don't need to know in months. "27 Months." "He's two," will do just fine. He's not a cheese. And I didn't really care in the first place.
On a lighter note, I heard this on the radio the other day, and then it appeared in my inbox this morning. And now, without further ado: The New Rules of 2006.
New Rule: Stop giving me that freaking pop-up ad for Classmates.com. There's a reason you don't talk to people for 25 years. Because you don't particularly like them. Besides, I already know what the captain of the football team is doing these days: mowing my lawn.
New Rule: Don't eat anything that's served to you out of a window unless you're a seagull. People are acting all shocked that a human finger was found in a bowl of Wendy's chili. Hey, it cost less than a dollar. What did you expect it to contain? Trout? Luckily, it was only a finger! If it were a whole hand, Congress would have voted to keep it alive.
New Rule: Stop saying that teenage boys who have sex with their hot, blonde teachers are permanently damaged. I have a better description for these kids: lucky turds.
New Rule: Ladies, leave your eyebrows alone. Here's how much men care about your eyebrows: do you have two of them? Okay, we're done.
New Rule: There's no such thing as flavored water. There's a whole aisle of this crap at the supermarket, water, but without that watery taste. Sorry, but flavored water is called a soft drink. You want flavored water? Pour some scotch over ice and let it melt. That's your flavored water.
New Rule: The more complicated the Starbucks order, the bigger the asshole. If you walk into a Starbucks and order a "decaf grande half-soy, half-low fat, iced vanilla, double-shot, gingerbreadcappuccino, extra dry, light ice, with one Sweet-n'-Low and one NutraSweet," ooh, you're a huge asshole.
New Rule: Just because your tattoo has Chinese characters in it doesn't make you spiritual. It's right above the crack of your butt. And it translates to "beef with broccoli." The last time you did anything spiritual, you were praying to God you weren't pregnant. You're not spiritual. You're just high.
New Rule: Competitive eating isn't a sport. It's one of the seven deadly sins. ESPN recently televised the US Open of Competitive Eating, because watching those athletes play billiards was just too exciting. What's next, competitive farting? Oh wait. They're already doing that.It's called "The Howard Stern Show."
New Rule: If you're going to insist on making movies based on crappy, old television shows, then you have to give everyone in the Cineplex a remote so we can see what's playing on the other screens. Let's remember that the reason something was a television show in the first place is because the idea wasn't good enough to be a movie.
New Rule: and this one is long overdue: No more bathroom attendants. After I zip up, some guy is offering me a towel and a mint like I just had sex with George Michael. I can't even tell if he's supposed to be there, or just some freak with a fetish. I don't want to be on your webcam, dude. I just want to wash my hands.
New Rule: When I ask how old your toddler is, I don't need to know in months. "27 Months." "He's two," will do just fine. He's not a cheese. And I didn't really care in the first place.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Another one down
The bane of many a sailor's existence: the PRT. Ever since I have been in the Navy I have dreaded it. Not just because they put me on a scale and broadcast to the world my weight and inaccurately measured body fat percentage, although that right there is enough to give any normal girl a complex. Not because its a career ender if you fail it. Mostly, its just a large pain in the butt. The only good thing about it was making the discovery earlier this year that if I swim it I can score higher, and as an added bonus, my knee doesnt swell up to the size of a softball. So thats what Ive been doing. Of course, its still a pain, but a lot less of one for me.
The problem, as far as I can see, is how we do it. First of all, the standards are set expecting 10% to fail. It says it right in the instruction. So already we are setting people up for failure. Then when we do fail, we have this Fitness Enhancement Program we are supposed to put people on, yet we rarely actually allow them to do it. Cant let them out of work, or were underway... physical readiness is just not important, at least not in the surface community. In other communities they schedule it into the work day. Not us (in general). Find your own time. Awesome.
OK, Im done with my semi-annual rant now. Im done, I did just fine, til next time...
The problem, as far as I can see, is how we do it. First of all, the standards are set expecting 10% to fail. It says it right in the instruction. So already we are setting people up for failure. Then when we do fail, we have this Fitness Enhancement Program we are supposed to put people on, yet we rarely actually allow them to do it. Cant let them out of work, or were underway... physical readiness is just not important, at least not in the surface community. In other communities they schedule it into the work day. Not us (in general). Find your own time. Awesome.
OK, Im done with my semi-annual rant now. Im done, I did just fine, til next time...
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
I missed my bed.
Last night, for the first time in almost 8 months, I got to sleep in my very own bed. It was WONDERFUL! Granted, when I woke up for work this morning I almost tripped over about 17 boxes, and I cant find half of the clothes that I had before my stuff came, and somehow managed to get packing tape stuck to my sock 4 differnet times, but still... I have my stuff back, and I have my bed. Thats the important thing. Now its to the unpacking. I hate unpacking. I will throw away a ton of stuff, but it will be a pain in the process.
My Army-Navy party Saturday went fairly well, other than the technical difficulties with the cable. I learned some lessons, though:
1. Boys do not listen. If I tell you what I did to try to fix my cable, you calling your cable guy buddy and him telling you to do exactly what I already did and having the lady on the phone basically ask me why Im calling again... not so great. I already told you that didnt work.
2. Brandon is not a cable guy. See above.
3. All I want for Christmas is a guy who wont play games. To elaborate a little... If you say "Ill call you later," call me later. If you dont intend on calling me later, say talk to you later, or see ya later, or nothing at all. Cuz if you say youre going to call me, Im not gonna just keep trying to call you.
So yeah. Things are going alright in my world. I need to get my house unpacked. I need to get a Christmas tree, and I need a dining room table. But in all, I think Im pretty well set.
My Army-Navy party Saturday went fairly well, other than the technical difficulties with the cable. I learned some lessons, though:
1. Boys do not listen. If I tell you what I did to try to fix my cable, you calling your cable guy buddy and him telling you to do exactly what I already did and having the lady on the phone basically ask me why Im calling again... not so great. I already told you that didnt work.
2. Brandon is not a cable guy. See above.
3. All I want for Christmas is a guy who wont play games. To elaborate a little... If you say "Ill call you later," call me later. If you dont intend on calling me later, say talk to you later, or see ya later, or nothing at all. Cuz if you say youre going to call me, Im not gonna just keep trying to call you.
So yeah. Things are going alright in my world. I need to get my house unpacked. I need to get a Christmas tree, and I need a dining room table. But in all, I think Im pretty well set.
Monday, November 28, 2005
And the moral of the story is...
I decided not to go to Philly. It would have just been stupid. Plus none of the girls I knew were going to be able to go, so it wouldnt have been as fun anyways.
Thanksgiving at my parents house was quite nice. I got to relax, eat a lot, watch some football, and spend some time with my family. My aunt's sushi and potstickers were amazing, that was reason enough to go home right there.
Rent was WONDERFUL. It was a little different than the show, but it was still almost dead on when it came to the music and the plot. They always have to change a little bit, but for the most part it was perfect. I wanted to sing along, but I refrained. But once I get that DVD... watch out!
Closing on my house is today. I can hardly wait. Tonight I may not have a bed, but Im sleeping in MY HOUSE! Such a nice feeling.
Its amazing the things you learn while on watch. I stood my first inport deck watch in over a year the other night, and I had the ship's Career counselor standing under me. She has quite a personality, and she was talking a lot, but one thing she said really hit home for me. She was talking about the religious plays that the black churches put on, and how they always have a moral. She talked about one in particular that really hit home, especially after what went on this week. She talked about letting go. It was more in the relationship setting, but the idea was that you can go around holding a grudge and feeling bad and thinking about it, but the person that hurt you sure isnt feeling bad about it, theyre living their life doing whatever theyre going to do, so why bother? Its better just to let it go. And you know what? Shes totally right. So talk away girls. Cuz I dont care anymore.
Thanksgiving at my parents house was quite nice. I got to relax, eat a lot, watch some football, and spend some time with my family. My aunt's sushi and potstickers were amazing, that was reason enough to go home right there.
Rent was WONDERFUL. It was a little different than the show, but it was still almost dead on when it came to the music and the plot. They always have to change a little bit, but for the most part it was perfect. I wanted to sing along, but I refrained. But once I get that DVD... watch out!
Closing on my house is today. I can hardly wait. Tonight I may not have a bed, but Im sleeping in MY HOUSE! Such a nice feeling.
Its amazing the things you learn while on watch. I stood my first inport deck watch in over a year the other night, and I had the ship's Career counselor standing under me. She has quite a personality, and she was talking a lot, but one thing she said really hit home for me. She was talking about the religious plays that the black churches put on, and how they always have a moral. She talked about one in particular that really hit home, especially after what went on this week. She talked about letting go. It was more in the relationship setting, but the idea was that you can go around holding a grudge and feeling bad and thinking about it, but the person that hurt you sure isnt feeling bad about it, theyre living their life doing whatever theyre going to do, so why bother? Its better just to let it go. And you know what? Shes totally right. So talk away girls. Cuz I dont care anymore.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Happy Thanksgiving, also a slight debate.
1. Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I hope that all of you have safe travels and great Turkey Day. I will spend the day tomorrow with my family, and being thankful for everything that I have. Because as much as I may hate my life sometimes, the truth is that I know I am extremely lucky to have a family that loves me as much as mine does and friends that would go to the ends of the world for me the way I know a lot of you will. So I dont really like my job. There are FAR worse things.
2. Still debating the Philly thing. My friend Jaime is supposed to be going, and I havent seen her in ages, and this is my last chance to see the boys before they open for Bon Jovi and get HUGE. Oh the decisions I have to make... its probably going to come down to how I feel on Friday. We shall see.
3. On another note. What the hell is it with girls? Not all girls (in fact, this is truly about one in general, although Ill never say who in this public forum), just the ones who cant seem to get past high school. Honey, get over yourself. Youre not special, and thinking youre pulling the wool over my eyes is just stupid. Ive been around a little longer than you have, and Ive seen it all. Grow up. That is all. Just needed to vent a little. Im done, I promise.
4. RENT comes out today. Yay :) I think Im going to see it tonight, and I cant wait.
Yeah, thats all. Have a great long weekend!!
2. Still debating the Philly thing. My friend Jaime is supposed to be going, and I havent seen her in ages, and this is my last chance to see the boys before they open for Bon Jovi and get HUGE. Oh the decisions I have to make... its probably going to come down to how I feel on Friday. We shall see.
3. On another note. What the hell is it with girls? Not all girls (in fact, this is truly about one in general, although Ill never say who in this public forum), just the ones who cant seem to get past high school. Honey, get over yourself. Youre not special, and thinking youre pulling the wool over my eyes is just stupid. Ive been around a little longer than you have, and Ive seen it all. Grow up. That is all. Just needed to vent a little. Im done, I promise.
4. RENT comes out today. Yay :) I think Im going to see it tonight, and I cant wait.
Yeah, thats all. Have a great long weekend!!
Monday, November 21, 2005
Why are short weeks always longer than regular weeks?
I like Annapolis much better now that I am not stuck there all the time. Football games are 10 times more fun when a) the team actually WINS, and b) I can tailgate before/after the game to my little hearts content, and c) If I feel like leaving at halftime there is NOBODY who can stop me.
But let me back up a little. I went this weekend with Molly and her church/Coast Guard friends (who, I guess, are becoming my friends as well- its nice to go up that way and actually have some people to hang out with up there!!) to the Navy-Temple game. We had a great tailgater thanks to James's parking pass, complete with food, beer, beer pong, and a rowdy Mid tailgater right next to us. There was quite a crowd of us, and we had a great time. After the game, some of the girls came back to Nana and Nonni's house and we napped and cleaned up before heading to Armadillo's, which somehow has become the new Mid hangout the last couple of years. Some of James's friends had a band while they were Mids, and they had a little reunion show upstairs. It was a good time, and would have been even better if I had not had duty yesterday and could have stayed all night. But, since I always have duty tomorrow, I had to head out a little earlier than I would have liked and head home. But I had a blast.
Yesterday was catching up on the sleep I didnt get when I was driving home. Im supposed to be going to Philly on Friday and driving back overnight again, but Im really not sure I want to do it. I was supposed to have my duty covered in the morning, but my CDO isnt so cool with that so I think I still have to be here at 630. A 10pm show in Philly with a 630 liberty expiration... Im not so sure that would work... So sorry Snoozebox, I love you guys, but I love me too, and I dont want to be UA or die.
Thanksgiving should be a good time. Its my brother David's last week before he heads off to boot camp, and apparently he's a little nervous about it. But if he can do NAPS and part of plebe summer, he can survive Great Lakes. Hes as smart as they come, so that part will be easy, but he also already knows how to play the mind games, and thats all it is.
Off to go pretend like Im working... Hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving!
Oh, and PS- what IS it about short weeks that always makes them feel longer???
But let me back up a little. I went this weekend with Molly and her church/Coast Guard friends (who, I guess, are becoming my friends as well- its nice to go up that way and actually have some people to hang out with up there!!) to the Navy-Temple game. We had a great tailgater thanks to James's parking pass, complete with food, beer, beer pong, and a rowdy Mid tailgater right next to us. There was quite a crowd of us, and we had a great time. After the game, some of the girls came back to Nana and Nonni's house and we napped and cleaned up before heading to Armadillo's, which somehow has become the new Mid hangout the last couple of years. Some of James's friends had a band while they were Mids, and they had a little reunion show upstairs. It was a good time, and would have been even better if I had not had duty yesterday and could have stayed all night. But, since I always have duty tomorrow, I had to head out a little earlier than I would have liked and head home. But I had a blast.
Yesterday was catching up on the sleep I didnt get when I was driving home. Im supposed to be going to Philly on Friday and driving back overnight again, but Im really not sure I want to do it. I was supposed to have my duty covered in the morning, but my CDO isnt so cool with that so I think I still have to be here at 630. A 10pm show in Philly with a 630 liberty expiration... Im not so sure that would work... So sorry Snoozebox, I love you guys, but I love me too, and I dont want to be UA or die.
Thanksgiving should be a good time. Its my brother David's last week before he heads off to boot camp, and apparently he's a little nervous about it. But if he can do NAPS and part of plebe summer, he can survive Great Lakes. Hes as smart as they come, so that part will be easy, but he also already knows how to play the mind games, and thats all it is.
Off to go pretend like Im working... Hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving!
Oh, and PS- what IS it about short weeks that always makes them feel longer???
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
On the way back home
I have decided that for the most part, I like South Florida. The weather is great, the people are quite receptive to the military, there's plenty of money. (Although Im not sure if that part is good or bad... unless of course I come into money...) Really though, I had a great week down there. I spent minimal money, got a tan, got to see an old friend, and didn't pass out at the commissioning ceremony. I think I'd call that a success.
Yes, the ceremony went quite well. After spending a couple of hours Friday evening babysitting the CO's 6 year old son (it wasnt bad- we watched the first half of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Now I need to watch the rest.) I was able to get a good nights sleep before what I knew was going to be a long day on Saturday. And long it was. Starting with duty section turnover, into usher muster at 815 for an 1100 ceremony. I spent most of the ceremony doing crowd control of sorts- there were not enough chairs for all the people that showed up, so we were trying to keep them to the sides, not blocking the whole "fire escape" area. Immediately following the ceremony, I went over the reception, where the food ran out in about 30 minutes but there was plenty of beer. My old navigator, who is from Fort Lauderdale and moved back after he got out of the Navy, came to the ceremony with his girlfriend, Alsi, and took pictures for me, so once I get them up, all the pictures from the ceremony actual can be credited to them. Then I went back to the ship and got roped into giving a tour for some Lockheed Martin VLS builders, then my GMCS reenlisted. Finally I was able to get off the ship, sometime close to 4, and just about everyone was gone. Luckily, we had a JO car that noone wanted, so I got it to myself. I went out and had a drink with GMCS at his post-reenlistment thing, then headed out to Brian and Alsi's apartment for dinner and an eventual trek to Miami to a club. I had a lot of fun- those of you who know me know Im not generally a club person, but I actually enjoyed this place- the music wasnt all the normal booty-shaking club music. There was actually a room that was playing a lot of 80s, which was fine with me :)
Sunday another gentleman from the Alumni Association took a few of us out on his boat. We were supposed to go offshore fishing, but a small craft advisory nixed that and we just went up the intracoastal waterway a while, stopped and got some food, and went back. It was awesome- really relaxing, got a chance to get some sun, no stress... just what I needed to end out the week. Now we are on our way back to Norfolk, not getting near enough sleep, and packing a much as possible into these few days. Almost there....
Yes, the ceremony went quite well. After spending a couple of hours Friday evening babysitting the CO's 6 year old son (it wasnt bad- we watched the first half of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Now I need to watch the rest.) I was able to get a good nights sleep before what I knew was going to be a long day on Saturday. And long it was. Starting with duty section turnover, into usher muster at 815 for an 1100 ceremony. I spent most of the ceremony doing crowd control of sorts- there were not enough chairs for all the people that showed up, so we were trying to keep them to the sides, not blocking the whole "fire escape" area. Immediately following the ceremony, I went over the reception, where the food ran out in about 30 minutes but there was plenty of beer. My old navigator, who is from Fort Lauderdale and moved back after he got out of the Navy, came to the ceremony with his girlfriend, Alsi, and took pictures for me, so once I get them up, all the pictures from the ceremony actual can be credited to them. Then I went back to the ship and got roped into giving a tour for some Lockheed Martin VLS builders, then my GMCS reenlisted. Finally I was able to get off the ship, sometime close to 4, and just about everyone was gone. Luckily, we had a JO car that noone wanted, so I got it to myself. I went out and had a drink with GMCS at his post-reenlistment thing, then headed out to Brian and Alsi's apartment for dinner and an eventual trek to Miami to a club. I had a lot of fun- those of you who know me know Im not generally a club person, but I actually enjoyed this place- the music wasnt all the normal booty-shaking club music. There was actually a room that was playing a lot of 80s, which was fine with me :)
Sunday another gentleman from the Alumni Association took a few of us out on his boat. We were supposed to go offshore fishing, but a small craft advisory nixed that and we just went up the intracoastal waterway a while, stopped and got some food, and went back. It was awesome- really relaxing, got a chance to get some sun, no stress... just what I needed to end out the week. Now we are on our way back to Norfolk, not getting near enough sleep, and packing a much as possible into these few days. Almost there....
Friday, November 11, 2005
The fun continues
This week has been so much fun. On Wednesday, a bunch of us from the ship went to a Florida Panthers/New York Rangers game in Miami. Hockey games are good times, but they sure don't fight like they used to. Then yesterday some of the ladies involved in the commissioning committee held a luncheon for the female family members of the crew as well as a bunch of female crew members. This house was amazing, and the catered lunch was excellent as well. My only regret is that I didnt take a picture of the chocolate cake they served- it was AMAZING. Last night we had a reception on board the ship for all the committee members as well as some others that have contributed either money or set up events throughout the week. Following that, all of the officers that werent on duty, minus about 3, went out to a bar. Im talking XO, several department heads, and a bunch of JOs. About 2/3 of them were in whites, and it was tons of fun. I have pictures to prove it... and people wonder why I take my camera out :)
Today Im on duty, and I got tapped for babystting duty for the CO's 6 year old son. Thrilling. The big commissioning reception is tonight, and I would have loved to have gone but oh well. Not so thrilled about being stuck with the CO's son- apparently last night he was beating the hell out of his mother, just let him try to do something like that to me. Tomorrow is the ceremony, and I think Im going out with my old boss afterwards. Then on Sunday is a little boating/fishing trip with a guy from the Alumni Association. This week has been a blast, and Im looking forward to the rest of it!
More pictures are up, take a look on the link posted earlier.
Today Im on duty, and I got tapped for babystting duty for the CO's 6 year old son. Thrilling. The big commissioning reception is tonight, and I would have loved to have gone but oh well. Not so thrilled about being stuck with the CO's son- apparently last night he was beating the hell out of his mother, just let him try to do something like that to me. Tomorrow is the ceremony, and I think Im going out with my old boss afterwards. Then on Sunday is a little boating/fishing trip with a guy from the Alumni Association. This week has been a blast, and Im looking forward to the rest of it!
More pictures are up, take a look on the link posted earlier.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Chaine des Rotisseurs
I knew there were still high society organizations in America, you know, like the Hibernians in Charleston and things like that, but I have never had any contact with any of them until tonight. On board the ship tonight, we had an organization called the Chaine des Rotisseurs, who trace themselves back to 1248 in France. It was originally started by some artesian chefs who devoted themselves to presentation of the King's table or something. They existed until the French revolution, and kind of disappeared until 1950 when it started up again. Now they pride themselves on good food and good wine and good fellowship. They have 4 rules: 1. No smoking at the table until after dessert. 2. Speeches are not permitted. 3. Hot courses are eaten immediately upon being served. 4. (My favorite) Water will always be served upon request. Basically its a bunch of rich doctors and lawyers and the like. Tonight they were inducting new members, and worked something out to have their induction dinner on the ship, with 10 crew members invited as guests.
I just ate the best meal of my entire life, I think. Here is the menu, verbatim, no joke. Theres a picture of it on my Photobucket.
Passed Hors D'Oeuvres: Jerk seared tuna, callaloo stew, coconut Yucca cake. Leg Duck confit cakes, mango salsa, berry demi glace. Basil seared scallops, truffle mushroom crostini, carmelized shallot relish. Mumm Cordon Rouge Brut Champagne.
Dinner. Course 1. Chilled and grilled "Courtesy of Wilma" Mango wood prawns, spicy yellow tomato cocktail sauce. Nicolas Joly Savannieres "Les Clos Sacres" white wine. Course 2. Rare seared beef carpaccio with shaved regiano, caper and herb confetti, Extra Virgin Olive Oil and Crostini. Chateau La Dominique St. Emilion Red Wine. Course 3. Wattle Seed dusted quail, pumpkin-porcini mash, spicy candied hazelnuts. Archery Summit Pinot Noir Renegade Ridge Estate Red wine. Course 4. Grill Braised Lamb Osso Bucco in Red Wine Sauce with soft polenta and roasted baby carrots.
Cheese. A selection of artesian cheeses. Vall Llach Priorat Red wine
Dessert. Spiced Pear Creme Brule "pot pie" layered with chocolate ganache, macadamian-hazelnut crust, spiced fresh whipped cream. Recioto di Soave Campo Monte Croce dessert wine.
And finally Ron Zacapa Centenario 23 year old sipping Rum.
Yeah. Best meal ever. Stretched out over about 3 hours. Now I need to go to sleep.
Monday, November 07, 2005
Hello from Sunny Florida!
The skies are a little overcast, and there's still a bit of hurricane damage, but its about 80 degrees, and Im loving it! We just pulled into Port Everglades, Florida, and I cant wait to get out and about and explore South Florida. Ive never been here before, besides that Glee Club tour Plebe year, so this is kind of exciting. I took a bunch of pictures on the way in, and Ill be taking many more throughout the week. Take a peek if you like- for all you Coasties, theres one in there I took thinking of all yall :) Now its off to the port brief and hopefully to get out of here!
Saturday, November 05, 2005
And a hearty welcome back to my venting outlet...
One of the few things I miss from my last ship (besides having some authority as the Officer of the Deck, but thats another story) is my roommates. I lived with two women that, had I met them in other conditions, I probably would not have hung out with. We were about as different as three women could be, ethnically, religiously, marital status, upbringing... yet we got along beautifully, and no matter what kind of day we were having or what was going on, we could always sit together before bed and just talk. About anything. We would laugh, sometimes to the point where the XO would come over and ask what the hell could be making us so happy (he was kind of a grumpy guy). We would cry, whether it be over men, or frustrations with work, or life in general, or just because we were exhausted. We would all three lay in our racks and talk between them. It was great- I knew that no matter what, I always had them there for me.
On this ship, I dont have that. Its just me. The only other female officer is the Engineer, and she lives across the hall and doesnt want me to move in with her because she doesnt want the women to have to move around any time a rider comes aboard. I have some great friends on the ship, but none of them are like having a girl to vent to, and none of them are my roommates. Therefore, I have come to rely on the internet, namely this blog and email, as my outlets. They say you dont really know what youve got til its gone, and lemme tell you, these past 4 days Ive known what I was missing. We have had no internet, no email, not even any secret email. No phones. But we did have our DirecTV. Funny how that works. We couldnt get any business done, and noone could communicate with the outside world. I just came off of watch (10-2) to find it all back up, and Ive missed it so much Im sacrificing sleep right now to catch up. And those of you who know me well know how rare it is for me to sacrifice sleep.... So welcome back internet. Ive missed you!!
On this ship, I dont have that. Its just me. The only other female officer is the Engineer, and she lives across the hall and doesnt want me to move in with her because she doesnt want the women to have to move around any time a rider comes aboard. I have some great friends on the ship, but none of them are like having a girl to vent to, and none of them are my roommates. Therefore, I have come to rely on the internet, namely this blog and email, as my outlets. They say you dont really know what youve got til its gone, and lemme tell you, these past 4 days Ive known what I was missing. We have had no internet, no email, not even any secret email. No phones. But we did have our DirecTV. Funny how that works. We couldnt get any business done, and noone could communicate with the outside world. I just came off of watch (10-2) to find it all back up, and Ive missed it so much Im sacrificing sleep right now to catch up. And those of you who know me well know how rare it is for me to sacrifice sleep.... So welcome back internet. Ive missed you!!
Monday, October 31, 2005
Costume Photo
Here you are, a photo of the costume. Im a gypsy, and Molly is a Slutty Marine. What you cant see are my long skirt and her short shorts and fishnets...
And I just felt like adding this one... as I was driving down the road headed back here yesterday morning I thought this was pretty:
And I just felt like adding this one... as I was driving down the road headed back here yesterday morning I thought this was pretty:
Sunday, October 30, 2005
I am officially all growed up.
Yup, thats right. I found out as I was walking down the brow on Friday afternoon that the owners had accepted my offer on the house. I spent my entire drive up to Molly's calling and texting everyone I could think of, and hearing that Im a dork for not having taken pictures yet (thanks Mom), and just being generally over excited. I close on 28 November, and probably will get all my stuff sometime the week after because of some scheduling conflicts. Or maybe I can convince them to let me stay behind from IA... yeah right. But either way, I am stoked. I am officially an adult now, I guess :)
As I mentioned before, I drove up to Molly's this weekend to hang out, do the Halloween party thing, and catch up a little. We did dinner Friday night with some of her church friends (who are all awesome, by the way), and then Saturday went to see Elizabethtown before the party. I had a pretty good weekend- it was nice to see the people I had met before again, and aweosme to meet all the girls that I hadnt met yet. Plus, I miss hanging out with Molly.
Now Im on duty again. Gotta love the military quality of life- every third day. Supposedly we are supposed to move to every 6th here when we get back from Florida, but who knows. Right now Im going crazy though. I never have an entire weekend free, I always have duty either Friday, Saturday or Sunday, and it seems like the fun things I want to be doing are always on the days I have duty, and I cant have a decent social life when every third day Im stuck on the ship. (I know, I sound whiny, but this is my blog so I can say what I like, so there.) Is it time to go to shore duty yet?
As I mentioned before, I drove up to Molly's this weekend to hang out, do the Halloween party thing, and catch up a little. We did dinner Friday night with some of her church friends (who are all awesome, by the way), and then Saturday went to see Elizabethtown before the party. I had a pretty good weekend- it was nice to see the people I had met before again, and aweosme to meet all the girls that I hadnt met yet. Plus, I miss hanging out with Molly.
Now Im on duty again. Gotta love the military quality of life- every third day. Supposedly we are supposed to move to every 6th here when we get back from Florida, but who knows. Right now Im going crazy though. I never have an entire weekend free, I always have duty either Friday, Saturday or Sunday, and it seems like the fun things I want to be doing are always on the days I have duty, and I cant have a decent social life when every third day Im stuck on the ship. (I know, I sound whiny, but this is my blog so I can say what I like, so there.) Is it time to go to shore duty yet?
Friday, October 28, 2005
I am going NUTS.
House hunting is stressful. Its not like looking for an apartment, where whoever signs the lease first wins, and there's always another apartment. Nope, when youre looking to buy a house, you do the whole search thing, find a place, put in an offer, but then is the wait. I wrote yesterday that I had put in an offer on a townhouse, and Im still waiting to hear from the sellers- I guess they wanted to wait and see if they got any other offers to make their decision. My agent is supposed to hear from their agent at 2 to say what their decision is, and then he will let me know. I really want to hear that they accepted my offer, mostly because its awesome, but also because I dont want to have to go through all this again...
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Ive had a revelation.
I am too nice. This is the conclusion I have come to. I give people second and third and twentieth chances, and nine times out of ten, they come back and walk all over me again. And I let them. I mean, look how long it took me to finally cut ties with Joe. But I am making my New Year's resolution a little early this year. (Maybe it can be a New Fiscal Year's resolution? OK, I know, Im a dork.) Anyways, I have decided that from here on out, I am no longer going to let people step all over me. I might give you the benefit of the doubt once, but after that... no more.
Where is all this coming from, you might ask? Well, part of it is from the events that took place yesterday with a friend who ditched. That was just part of my not so great day yesterday (other than potentially finding a house, but Ill come back to that), and last night as I was kinda filling my friend AC in on my bad day (he asked... I warned him...) we started talking about the idea that we have to be confident and not be afraid to lose "friends." He said people make their own decisions, and if their decision is to screw me over, then I dont need them anyway. And I realized, he is absolutely right. I dont know how good Im going to be at it, especially at first, but this wierd aversity I have always had to making people mad/people being mad at me needs to go away.
So I ask you, my friends that read this, to please kick me in the head if you see me start reverting back to the old ways. I would greatly appreciate it.
Now, returning to the house thing... I put in an offer on a great place last night. I dont want to share too many details until I know whether or not its been accepted, but please cross your fingers, cuz Im gonna be hard pressed to find a better place in my price range...
Where is all this coming from, you might ask? Well, part of it is from the events that took place yesterday with a friend who ditched. That was just part of my not so great day yesterday (other than potentially finding a house, but Ill come back to that), and last night as I was kinda filling my friend AC in on my bad day (he asked... I warned him...) we started talking about the idea that we have to be confident and not be afraid to lose "friends." He said people make their own decisions, and if their decision is to screw me over, then I dont need them anyway. And I realized, he is absolutely right. I dont know how good Im going to be at it, especially at first, but this wierd aversity I have always had to making people mad/people being mad at me needs to go away.
So I ask you, my friends that read this, to please kick me in the head if you see me start reverting back to the old ways. I would greatly appreciate it.
Now, returning to the house thing... I put in an offer on a great place last night. I dont want to share too many details until I know whether or not its been accepted, but please cross your fingers, cuz Im gonna be hard pressed to find a better place in my price range...
Monday, October 24, 2005
Moving on has had a momentary setback
Well, I called it. I said when I'd hear from him again when he went back to Iraq, and sure enough, when I got into my hotmail account (which, incidentally, I have not been able to get into from the ship) I had a mass email update from him, and apparently some time in the last month or so he has returned to the desert.
Let me backtrack a little for those of you that haven't been reading this for that long. If you go back and read this post, the one thats linked in it, and this post, and you'll have the general idea of what the deal was. If you want more details/background from there, just ask. Or ask Molly. She probably won't tell it so nicely. Just ask the care package.
Anyways, so, as evidenced by those posts and as anyone who has known me throughout this saga can tell you, I have been doing very well with this whole situation. After the last time he stood me up I have not emailed him, called him, nothing, and I have not heard from him either. Its not surprising, because thats the way he is- he's a flake. But I told Molly a long time ago, and she agreed, that more than likely the next time I heard from him would be the next time that he went to Iraq. And I was right. I got the old mass-email, I havent taken anyone off of my list just added to it since the first time, Im fine, Iraq is fine, etc.
Last time he was over there I hadnt heard from him in 5 months, and I was on deployment, until I started getting these emails. I ignored the first one, but when I got the second one I hit reply, and basically told him that it was nice to know he had not fallen off of the face of the earth, but since he hadn't cared about the last 5 months of my deployment what the hell made him think I wanted to hear about his? I got the standard reply: I'm an asshole, I obviously still want to communicate with you because I sent you the emails, blah blah blah. Being the (far too) nice person that I am, I said OK, thats all BS, Ive heard it before, but here's the deal. Its all fine and good while youre over there, but the real test will be when you get back. Im not putting the effort in. If you still wanna be my friend you had better earn it. And at that point I was OK with just being friends. I had gotten myself there. Of course, he said oh yeah, everything will be great, and told me he'd call me when he got back stateside because he was gonna be in Little Creek for a school. I didnt hear from him until he was lost trying to get to the base. He spent the first of that week making excuses for why he couldn't hang out, and finally, after much prodding, we met up for dinner- me, Molly, him, and half of his class. We had dinner, and Molly and I went over to Mo's with a promise that they were close behind. They never showed. My phone rang at one point, but only long enough for me to see who it was calling, and then apparently his phone died. Two days later he called me back. I didn't answer, and I didn't return, and that was the end of that.
It was not easy for me to let him go. I have never had a man have that much effect over me, and the sad thing is that I kept letting him. I was past it all, and to get that email yesterday really did a number on me. My mom put it right- I had convinced myself I didn't care anymore, but as much as I want to admit it, there is still some there. So, in order to keep myself from having to deal with this again, because I refuse to put myself through it and I have a tendency to drunk email, I'm taking Molly and Jason's advice- next time I can get into my hotmail I am deleting the email and blocking his addresses. I think thats going to be the only way. He doesnt have the work address, and that way I wont have to hear about it.
So thats the setback. But I think its only minor. I can do this.
Let me backtrack a little for those of you that haven't been reading this for that long. If you go back and read this post, the one thats linked in it, and this post, and you'll have the general idea of what the deal was. If you want more details/background from there, just ask. Or ask Molly. She probably won't tell it so nicely. Just ask the care package.
Anyways, so, as evidenced by those posts and as anyone who has known me throughout this saga can tell you, I have been doing very well with this whole situation. After the last time he stood me up I have not emailed him, called him, nothing, and I have not heard from him either. Its not surprising, because thats the way he is- he's a flake. But I told Molly a long time ago, and she agreed, that more than likely the next time I heard from him would be the next time that he went to Iraq. And I was right. I got the old mass-email, I havent taken anyone off of my list just added to it since the first time, Im fine, Iraq is fine, etc.
Last time he was over there I hadnt heard from him in 5 months, and I was on deployment, until I started getting these emails. I ignored the first one, but when I got the second one I hit reply, and basically told him that it was nice to know he had not fallen off of the face of the earth, but since he hadn't cared about the last 5 months of my deployment what the hell made him think I wanted to hear about his? I got the standard reply: I'm an asshole, I obviously still want to communicate with you because I sent you the emails, blah blah blah. Being the (far too) nice person that I am, I said OK, thats all BS, Ive heard it before, but here's the deal. Its all fine and good while youre over there, but the real test will be when you get back. Im not putting the effort in. If you still wanna be my friend you had better earn it. And at that point I was OK with just being friends. I had gotten myself there. Of course, he said oh yeah, everything will be great, and told me he'd call me when he got back stateside because he was gonna be in Little Creek for a school. I didnt hear from him until he was lost trying to get to the base. He spent the first of that week making excuses for why he couldn't hang out, and finally, after much prodding, we met up for dinner- me, Molly, him, and half of his class. We had dinner, and Molly and I went over to Mo's with a promise that they were close behind. They never showed. My phone rang at one point, but only long enough for me to see who it was calling, and then apparently his phone died. Two days later he called me back. I didn't answer, and I didn't return, and that was the end of that.
It was not easy for me to let him go. I have never had a man have that much effect over me, and the sad thing is that I kept letting him. I was past it all, and to get that email yesterday really did a number on me. My mom put it right- I had convinced myself I didn't care anymore, but as much as I want to admit it, there is still some there. So, in order to keep myself from having to deal with this again, because I refuse to put myself through it and I have a tendency to drunk email, I'm taking Molly and Jason's advice- next time I can get into my hotmail I am deleting the email and blocking his addresses. I think thats going to be the only way. He doesnt have the work address, and that way I wont have to hear about it.
So thats the setback. But I think its only minor. I can do this.
Friday, October 21, 2005
I'm Baaaaack :)
I am SO glad to be back.
I got to drive Horace, which was great- windows down, music up... doesn't get a whole lot better than that. I got to go to Keagan's, and see Jason, which made my night. I missed that guy. I got to sleep in a bed that was more than 18 inches wide and that I could sit up in. That was HUGE. I have duty today, which kinda sucks, especially when I got here 2 hours early... oops. Happens when noone puts a schedule out.
Tomorrow Im meeting with my real estate agent, and starting on the hopefully not too long and arduous process of buying a house. Wish me luck!!
I got to drive Horace, which was great- windows down, music up... doesn't get a whole lot better than that. I got to go to Keagan's, and see Jason, which made my night. I missed that guy. I got to sleep in a bed that was more than 18 inches wide and that I could sit up in. That was HUGE. I have duty today, which kinda sucks, especially when I got here 2 hours early... oops. Happens when noone puts a schedule out.
Tomorrow Im meeting with my real estate agent, and starting on the hopefully not too long and arduous process of buying a house. Wish me luck!!
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Horace, Im Coming Home!
As we get closer to pulling into homeport for the first time, there's a lot of chatter going on about missing wives and husbands and kids and girlfriends and boyfriends... you know, the norm. Well, I have none of the above, so I miss my truck. That's Horace, for those of you who didnt know. Yes, my truck has a name, and no I did not name him, but I cant well change it once its given, even if I dont like the guy who named him anymore... but thats another story.
So yes, I miss my truck. And my couches. And having a life. In that order, I think. I miss driving around with the radio turned up. I dont so much miss gas prices, although I dont really know what they are right now. But I do miss not having to wait for a ride, or depend on someone else to get me somewhere. Even though its only been a little over a month without him, it feels longer.
I miss my couches. Theres nothing I want more right now than to stretch out on my couch in front of the TV and just veg. Mostly because that would mean I would have my feet up.
The having a life thing has been previously discussed. I dont think I need to get into that again. Im looking forward to catching up with my family and friends in Virginia- its been far too long.
48 more hours... but for now, I have a chance to get some sleep, so Im taking it!
So yes, I miss my truck. And my couches. And having a life. In that order, I think. I miss driving around with the radio turned up. I dont so much miss gas prices, although I dont really know what they are right now. But I do miss not having to wait for a ride, or depend on someone else to get me somewhere. Even though its only been a little over a month without him, it feels longer.
I miss my couches. Theres nothing I want more right now than to stretch out on my couch in front of the TV and just veg. Mostly because that would mean I would have my feet up.
The having a life thing has been previously discussed. I dont think I need to get into that again. Im looking forward to catching up with my family and friends in Virginia- its been far too long.
48 more hours... but for now, I have a chance to get some sleep, so Im taking it!
Friday, October 14, 2005
I love when things just come along...
...that totally relate. My friend Elise posted this article on her MySpace page, and I'm stealing it because its awesome. Its a long read, but worth it I think. Enjoy.
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WHAT DOES GOD'S WORD SAY ABOUT...CHOOSING A MATE?
We know that it is the Lord's will for people to have a mate if they desire one. In the beginning when God created Adam, God Himself made this statement:
"... It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a help meet for him" (Genesis 2:18 KJV).
"Now the Lord God said, It is not good (sufficient, satisfactory) that the man should be alone; I will make him a helper meet (suitable, adapted, completing) for him" (Genesis 2:18 Amplified).
The Lord wants to bring a mate to those who will ask Him and have the patience to wait for His choice.There are some single people who are constantly out looking for a mate, and they are miserable because God has not sent them one yet. They have prayed and prayed, yet they still have no mate. Some settle for Satan's provision instead of asking God for the patience to wait for the one whom He would send. If they would look to Jesus and seek to please Him, rather than being concerned about a mate, soon they would find the right one crossing their path. Looking for a man or woman to just keep them from being lonely or just to fill their needs or to be a father or mother to their children should not be the only reasons for desiring a mate. They also need to be concerned about what kind of husband or wife they would be for a mate. These single people are still much in the flesh if they just want their own needs met. They should ask the Lord to fill them with His love and peace.
Being single is an important time to prepare us for marriage. It can also be a time to experience a closer communion with God. As we seek God to cleanse us of the world and help us become the kind of wife or husband that would bless someone, we will soon find that we are not lonely. First, the Lord would begin using us to bless others; then we will find we are content in Him.
Eventually, in God's plan and timing, He will bless us with a wonderful mate so that both lives can be a witness for Him. We believe if a marriage cannot glorify the Lord, then it would be better to remain alone. There are worse things than being alone. One of these is to be out of God's will by compromising and marrying someone who does not feel the same way we do about the Lord.
Marriage is the second major choice we make in our lives, and we should never enter into it without much prayer. To rush into a marriage can be disastrous. The most important decision of our lives, of course, is our decision to follow the Lord. This decision is not a one-time declaration, but a daily determination to follow Jesus above all. If we allow the emotional or soulish realm to dominate our lives we become more susceptible to the enemy leading us astray through someone. This area of the flesh should be brought under the Lord's subjection so that Satan does not get the advantage and consequently destroy our lives and ministries. So many have failed the Lord because they chose a man or woman over the Lord.
We find this true throughout the Bible, too. Solomon's heathen wives led him into idolatry. Samson lost his eyes because of a woman, Delilah. David committed murder because of passion for Bathsheba.
Our emotions need to be cleansed as they are not the sign of love. The true definition of love is "God is love." If God is not in a relationship it is not true love. What this world calls love is really lust since it is built on what the other person does for me, not what I can do for him or her. If the other person fails to keep up his end of the bargain, a divorce occurs because the offended mate is no longer pleased. This is the attitude of the world's so-called "love." God's love loves without receiving back; God's love is forgiving and patient. God's love is gentle and kind. God's love waits. God's love sacrifices.
1 Corinthians 13 in the Bible gives us a beautiful definition of real love: (In this King James translation the word "charity" means "love.")
1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.
3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.
4 Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,
5 Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;
6 Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth;
7 Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
8 Charity never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away.
9 For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.
10 But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.
11 When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
12 For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
13 And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.
Man's emotions are not a reliable gauge upon which to establish a marriage relationship. We must know in the Spirit that it is God's will. It is much better to marry for character than for emotion. Emotions fluctuate; character doesn't. Emotions are in the soulish realm, and unless the carnal mind has been renewed, Satan can give us emotions or feelings of love for someone of his choosing. (If he did not have this in his power, he could not split up marriages.) One of his favorite techniques is to suddenly take away the feelings one once had for his mate and give feelings for someone else. When he has successfully convinced a person that he no longer loves his or her mate, then he leads them to divorce, whispering, "You are living a lie." After he has destroyed that marriage, he then leads one to marry again by stirring their emotions for another. Often after their next marriage something happens that they do not expect. Before too long, friction begins to develop with the new mate, then arguing. Finally, they find the same thing has happened again; they feel no emotion for their new mate and the next divorce is in the making. "Falling" in love is Satan's way. The very expression of these words should tell us something. A Christian should not blindly "fall" into any trap. Love is bigger than simply falling for someone. Certainly, the Lord gives us a wonderful emotional feeling for the one we are to marry. However, this "feeling" without God's direction can be disastrous as Satan can tamper with our emotions and feelings too.
Marriage, in a Christian's life, should be based on a decision directed by the Holy Spirit. A Christian's love for another is a commitment. Of course, the Lord will supply the emotions for the mate He sends, but that should not be the criterion for making the decision to marry. The Lord should be sought, and whatever He speaks to us we should do. He knows the future and what is best for us. If we trust Him He will not fail us in this or any other important area. Women or men who allow emotions to rule them will never be victorious Christians. Emotions should always follow, never lead.
During Old and New Testament times, fathers and mothers chose the mates for their children. God's people were very careful to choose those who were "believers." We find this practice still prevalent in India and other Eastern cultures. The parents, being older and more prudent, made wiser decisions than the children in this area. The divorce rate in India is only about 7%, whereas in the USA, at the present, it is nearing 50%. Marriages that are loveless can be saved and restored simply by asking God to restore the love that was once there. Sexual relationships can also be healed by praying for a desire for one's mate. Prayer is a mighty weapon. God's love can mend and heal, providing people are willing to lay down their lives for their mates. His love will not fade, as does the love of the world.
Those who are single and have never been married are cautioned in God's Word to seek a mate who is a like believer. "Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers: for what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? and what communion hath light with darkness? (2 Corinthians 6:14)." Many precious people suffer because they are living with unsaved mates. Some did not have Christ when they made their marriage decision, but they have since found the Lord. Those will have God's grace and love to win their mates for Jesus. The Lord always strives to bring the lost mate to Himself through the partner who knows Him. Mighty miracles of deliverance and salvation have occurred when people have endured suffering in order to bring their mates to the Lord. Those people who have the light, but choose to marry into darkness by yoking themselves to unsaved mates find that their flesh has led them away from God.
The Lord wants to bless marriage unions and see His plans fulfilled in both mates' lives. What a glorious plan He had from the beginning for both male and female. We can trust Him in this important decision. If we will totally commit to do His will we will never be disappointed in the one He sends into our lives.
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WHAT DOES GOD'S WORD SAY ABOUT...CHOOSING A MATE?
We know that it is the Lord's will for people to have a mate if they desire one. In the beginning when God created Adam, God Himself made this statement:
"... It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a help meet for him" (Genesis 2:18 KJV).
"Now the Lord God said, It is not good (sufficient, satisfactory) that the man should be alone; I will make him a helper meet (suitable, adapted, completing) for him" (Genesis 2:18 Amplified).
The Lord wants to bring a mate to those who will ask Him and have the patience to wait for His choice.There are some single people who are constantly out looking for a mate, and they are miserable because God has not sent them one yet. They have prayed and prayed, yet they still have no mate. Some settle for Satan's provision instead of asking God for the patience to wait for the one whom He would send. If they would look to Jesus and seek to please Him, rather than being concerned about a mate, soon they would find the right one crossing their path. Looking for a man or woman to just keep them from being lonely or just to fill their needs or to be a father or mother to their children should not be the only reasons for desiring a mate. They also need to be concerned about what kind of husband or wife they would be for a mate. These single people are still much in the flesh if they just want their own needs met. They should ask the Lord to fill them with His love and peace.
Being single is an important time to prepare us for marriage. It can also be a time to experience a closer communion with God. As we seek God to cleanse us of the world and help us become the kind of wife or husband that would bless someone, we will soon find that we are not lonely. First, the Lord would begin using us to bless others; then we will find we are content in Him.
Eventually, in God's plan and timing, He will bless us with a wonderful mate so that both lives can be a witness for Him. We believe if a marriage cannot glorify the Lord, then it would be better to remain alone. There are worse things than being alone. One of these is to be out of God's will by compromising and marrying someone who does not feel the same way we do about the Lord.
Marriage is the second major choice we make in our lives, and we should never enter into it without much prayer. To rush into a marriage can be disastrous. The most important decision of our lives, of course, is our decision to follow the Lord. This decision is not a one-time declaration, but a daily determination to follow Jesus above all. If we allow the emotional or soulish realm to dominate our lives we become more susceptible to the enemy leading us astray through someone. This area of the flesh should be brought under the Lord's subjection so that Satan does not get the advantage and consequently destroy our lives and ministries. So many have failed the Lord because they chose a man or woman over the Lord.
We find this true throughout the Bible, too. Solomon's heathen wives led him into idolatry. Samson lost his eyes because of a woman, Delilah. David committed murder because of passion for Bathsheba.
Our emotions need to be cleansed as they are not the sign of love. The true definition of love is "God is love." If God is not in a relationship it is not true love. What this world calls love is really lust since it is built on what the other person does for me, not what I can do for him or her. If the other person fails to keep up his end of the bargain, a divorce occurs because the offended mate is no longer pleased. This is the attitude of the world's so-called "love." God's love loves without receiving back; God's love is forgiving and patient. God's love is gentle and kind. God's love waits. God's love sacrifices.
1 Corinthians 13 in the Bible gives us a beautiful definition of real love: (In this King James translation the word "charity" means "love.")
1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.
3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.
4 Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,
5 Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;
6 Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth;
7 Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
8 Charity never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away.
9 For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.
10 But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.
11 When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
12 For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
13 And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.
Man's emotions are not a reliable gauge upon which to establish a marriage relationship. We must know in the Spirit that it is God's will. It is much better to marry for character than for emotion. Emotions fluctuate; character doesn't. Emotions are in the soulish realm, and unless the carnal mind has been renewed, Satan can give us emotions or feelings of love for someone of his choosing. (If he did not have this in his power, he could not split up marriages.) One of his favorite techniques is to suddenly take away the feelings one once had for his mate and give feelings for someone else. When he has successfully convinced a person that he no longer loves his or her mate, then he leads them to divorce, whispering, "You are living a lie." After he has destroyed that marriage, he then leads one to marry again by stirring their emotions for another. Often after their next marriage something happens that they do not expect. Before too long, friction begins to develop with the new mate, then arguing. Finally, they find the same thing has happened again; they feel no emotion for their new mate and the next divorce is in the making. "Falling" in love is Satan's way. The very expression of these words should tell us something. A Christian should not blindly "fall" into any trap. Love is bigger than simply falling for someone. Certainly, the Lord gives us a wonderful emotional feeling for the one we are to marry. However, this "feeling" without God's direction can be disastrous as Satan can tamper with our emotions and feelings too.
Marriage, in a Christian's life, should be based on a decision directed by the Holy Spirit. A Christian's love for another is a commitment. Of course, the Lord will supply the emotions for the mate He sends, but that should not be the criterion for making the decision to marry. The Lord should be sought, and whatever He speaks to us we should do. He knows the future and what is best for us. If we trust Him He will not fail us in this or any other important area. Women or men who allow emotions to rule them will never be victorious Christians. Emotions should always follow, never lead.
During Old and New Testament times, fathers and mothers chose the mates for their children. God's people were very careful to choose those who were "believers." We find this practice still prevalent in India and other Eastern cultures. The parents, being older and more prudent, made wiser decisions than the children in this area. The divorce rate in India is only about 7%, whereas in the USA, at the present, it is nearing 50%. Marriages that are loveless can be saved and restored simply by asking God to restore the love that was once there. Sexual relationships can also be healed by praying for a desire for one's mate. Prayer is a mighty weapon. God's love can mend and heal, providing people are willing to lay down their lives for their mates. His love will not fade, as does the love of the world.
Those who are single and have never been married are cautioned in God's Word to seek a mate who is a like believer. "Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers: for what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? and what communion hath light with darkness? (2 Corinthians 6:14)." Many precious people suffer because they are living with unsaved mates. Some did not have Christ when they made their marriage decision, but they have since found the Lord. Those will have God's grace and love to win their mates for Jesus. The Lord always strives to bring the lost mate to Himself through the partner who knows Him. Mighty miracles of deliverance and salvation have occurred when people have endured suffering in order to bring their mates to the Lord. Those people who have the light, but choose to marry into darkness by yoking themselves to unsaved mates find that their flesh has led them away from God.
The Lord wants to bless marriage unions and see His plans fulfilled in both mates' lives. What a glorious plan He had from the beginning for both male and female. We can trust Him in this important decision. If we will totally commit to do His will we will never be disappointed in the one He sends into our lives.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Another day in Newport
Newport. Love it. We pulled in on Tuesday, and of course the only day I have duty while were here is WEDNESDAY... grrr.... For those of you who dont know, Wednesday is karaoke night at O'Brien's Pub, and when I lived here three years ago I rarely if ever missed one. But I made it on Tuesday for trivia night. It was a good time, and I still feel at home at that place.
So, back on topic, tonight was supposed to be the last night. We were supposed to pull out tomorrow morning, but seas are forecasted to be 20 feet, which, more than likely, would have put the entire crew down, not to mention been slightly dangerous. (The captain is on the 1MC right now, his words "I dont feel like throwing up tomorrow either.") So I get one more night in one of my favorite towns. I really do love this place. And Molly, Ill tell everyone you said hello. Off to get my hair cut, then dinner with Jen and drinks with Holly.
So, back on topic, tonight was supposed to be the last night. We were supposed to pull out tomorrow morning, but seas are forecasted to be 20 feet, which, more than likely, would have put the entire crew down, not to mention been slightly dangerous. (The captain is on the 1MC right now, his words "I dont feel like throwing up tomorrow either.") So I get one more night in one of my favorite towns. I really do love this place. And Molly, Ill tell everyone you said hello. Off to get my hair cut, then dinner with Jen and drinks with Holly.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
An Ode to the Drugmakers
First, Id like to thank the makers of the drug Meclizine for allowing me to get underway and not get violently ill. The stellar performance of their drug allowed me to stand all my watches, eat all my meals (although that may not really have been a good thing), and even spend some time up in my gun mount, which is way up forward in an area usually totally avoided by me underway. It also allowed me to join in the incessant making fun of my department head who, along with half of the ship, was down hard for about half of the transit. We were in 6-9 foot seas Saturday and Sunday morning, then 4-8 for the rest of the trip til this morning when they went down a little bit on my watch.
The trip went pretty well, although we did end up staying in Maine an extra day due to weather. The fog up there is unbelievable, and even Saturday when we did finally leave we had very limited visibility. Im tired- being in 3 section watch is no fun, but I plan on getting a good nap this afternoon. I had a decent enough birthday underway- Hispanic heritage month lunch, ice cream social after dinner, what more could a girl want? I heard from people I did not even realize knew when my birthday was, and I got a nice (form) note from the CO for my birthday. Even though everyone gets the same one, its still nice to know that he takes the time to do something for peoples birthdays. Now Im here in Newport, and ready to go out and celebrate in decent fashion. I wanted it to be tomorrow night, with the old Wednesday norm karaoke at O'Briens, but unfortunately I have duty and theyre not entertaining duty swaps at all. So I guess itll have to be tonight. Ill still stop into OBriens to see everyone though.
Sounds like it was a good weekend in the real world too- Texas finally beat OU (Hook em Horns!!) and Navy beat Air Force, the Astros advanced to the next round of the playoffs for a rematch aganist the Cardinals, which hopefully they will pull out this time, and were only a little more than a week out of Norfolk. I really cant wait for that- its time to get back to normal. We get a few days off here, and then underway for a few more days. Heres to hoping the next leg of the trip will go as well as this one did...
The trip went pretty well, although we did end up staying in Maine an extra day due to weather. The fog up there is unbelievable, and even Saturday when we did finally leave we had very limited visibility. Im tired- being in 3 section watch is no fun, but I plan on getting a good nap this afternoon. I had a decent enough birthday underway- Hispanic heritage month lunch, ice cream social after dinner, what more could a girl want? I heard from people I did not even realize knew when my birthday was, and I got a nice (form) note from the CO for my birthday. Even though everyone gets the same one, its still nice to know that he takes the time to do something for peoples birthdays. Now Im here in Newport, and ready to go out and celebrate in decent fashion. I wanted it to be tomorrow night, with the old Wednesday norm karaoke at O'Briens, but unfortunately I have duty and theyre not entertaining duty swaps at all. So I guess itll have to be tonight. Ill still stop into OBriens to see everyone though.
Sounds like it was a good weekend in the real world too- Texas finally beat OU (Hook em Horns!!) and Navy beat Air Force, the Astros advanced to the next round of the playoffs for a rematch aganist the Cardinals, which hopefully they will pull out this time, and were only a little more than a week out of Norfolk. I really cant wait for that- its time to get back to normal. We get a few days off here, and then underway for a few more days. Heres to hoping the next leg of the trip will go as well as this one did...
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Update...
Ok, so it appears as though I may have spoken too soon. Suppo just told me it looks like I get to move in with Cheng. Oh well. It was nice while it lasted. Guess I get to enjoy the next few days, then its back to a roommate again...
Roommateless Once Again
Well, she was cool while she lasted....
But it turns out that my roommate of exactly three weeks to the day was pregnant. 12 weeks to be exact. She couldnt figure out why she kept puking, or why she always felt like she was gonna pass out, or why she was so emotional all the time, so she finally, after almost passing out at quarters decided it was time to see Doc. Yes, yes it was. Shes almost three months and had no idea. So last night she left. With about an hours notice. And of course, since we cant have a fogless day around here, when she got to the airport all the flights were cancelled, so she did what I would have done- see ya duty driver, theres no way in hell Im going back there, Im getting a hotel. I wouldnt have wanted to come back here either.
So now its back to just me in the room. The Navigator from one of the other ships is going to be riding us down to Newport, so Ill have her for a couple of days, and then after that its just me. Unless we get another male officer, which might happen because I guess we have a billet on the NROTC fall selection list. In that case, since there are no more open male racks, I will have to move in with the Chief Engineer and the guys will get this room. Only good thing about that is a bigger rack- 2 man vs 3 man room. But for now, its back to just me and my chocolate wrappers. The latest: Hey, why not?
In other news, I had a long chat with my sister the other night. Molly, if you read this before I tell you about it, remind me to tell you about it. It got interesting, but I think, for once in her life, she finally stopped and actually listened to what I had to say instead of getting all defensive and pissed off. Maybe this getting married and moving to Utah thing thats supposed to make her grow up actually has, because apparently she took at least one part of my advice and tried to call Mom right after we got off the phone. We'll see how that all progresses.
Now that I have just spent the entire morning showing friends of the CO's around the ship, its time to get a little work done.
But it turns out that my roommate of exactly three weeks to the day was pregnant. 12 weeks to be exact. She couldnt figure out why she kept puking, or why she always felt like she was gonna pass out, or why she was so emotional all the time, so she finally, after almost passing out at quarters decided it was time to see Doc. Yes, yes it was. Shes almost three months and had no idea. So last night she left. With about an hours notice. And of course, since we cant have a fogless day around here, when she got to the airport all the flights were cancelled, so she did what I would have done- see ya duty driver, theres no way in hell Im going back there, Im getting a hotel. I wouldnt have wanted to come back here either.
So now its back to just me in the room. The Navigator from one of the other ships is going to be riding us down to Newport, so Ill have her for a couple of days, and then after that its just me. Unless we get another male officer, which might happen because I guess we have a billet on the NROTC fall selection list. In that case, since there are no more open male racks, I will have to move in with the Chief Engineer and the guys will get this room. Only good thing about that is a bigger rack- 2 man vs 3 man room. But for now, its back to just me and my chocolate wrappers. The latest: Hey, why not?
In other news, I had a long chat with my sister the other night. Molly, if you read this before I tell you about it, remind me to tell you about it. It got interesting, but I think, for once in her life, she finally stopped and actually listened to what I had to say instead of getting all defensive and pissed off. Maybe this getting married and moving to Utah thing thats supposed to make her grow up actually has, because apparently she took at least one part of my advice and tried to call Mom right after we got off the phone. We'll see how that all progresses.
Now that I have just spent the entire morning showing friends of the CO's around the ship, its time to get a little work done.
Monday, October 03, 2005
Its Almost Over
This Friday, I embark on the next leg of my little Naval journey- we get underway for the first time and sail this baby out of Maine. Ive been up here for almost 6 months, and its been an interesting 6 months, thats for sure. I have explored a side of myself that Im not sure I like, finding outlets for my boredom that made people who know me stop and question, knowing that it was not me. I put 15,000 miles on my car trying to find things to do, oftentimes driving 400 miles in a day to do them. Ive made some new friends, strengthened bonds over distance with others, and lost touch with a couple of people. All in all, I think Ive learned a good deal about myself in the last 6 months; some of it agreed with me, and some of it didnt.
But, as evidenced from some earlier posts, Im ready to go. But Im not so excited about the leaving part. Several of you who may be reading this are sailors or former sailors, be it Navy or Coast Guard, and you talk all the time about loving being underway. Not me. I actually detest it. I am dreading it. Not just because of one reason in general, but because of a lot of things. I get seasick. I know I wont get a good night's sleep the entire time Im out. I wont be able to eat decently. I wont get a lick of privacy. Its the little things, like I cant take a shower without wearing flip flops, and I cant play my music when I want to, and I cant sit with my feet up to watch TV or read a book.
Going back and reading this, it sounds kinda bad, probably even more so to those of you who may not know me that well. But its just me being honest. Ive given this SWO thing a fair run, Ive done pretty well at it, but I think this is going to be it for me. All I can think about right now is how much I hate being at sea, and I think thats a sign that maybe I shouldnt be going to sea anymore. Which gets me thinking once again about how messed up things are- why is it that those of us who dont want to be going to sea are stuck with it, while people who all they want to do in life is drive ships are forced out? (Wow, that was a mindset shift, huh?) I wish with all my heart that I could trade with Molly, for the same reason I knew that if things had been different and Melanie had not gotten pilot and I had I would have tried my hardest to give her my billet. But, as Molly reminded me the other day, I need to remember that there is a master plan, and I am not in control of it.
For now, though, its time to secure for sea.
But, as evidenced from some earlier posts, Im ready to go. But Im not so excited about the leaving part. Several of you who may be reading this are sailors or former sailors, be it Navy or Coast Guard, and you talk all the time about loving being underway. Not me. I actually detest it. I am dreading it. Not just because of one reason in general, but because of a lot of things. I get seasick. I know I wont get a good night's sleep the entire time Im out. I wont be able to eat decently. I wont get a lick of privacy. Its the little things, like I cant take a shower without wearing flip flops, and I cant play my music when I want to, and I cant sit with my feet up to watch TV or read a book.
Going back and reading this, it sounds kinda bad, probably even more so to those of you who may not know me that well. But its just me being honest. Ive given this SWO thing a fair run, Ive done pretty well at it, but I think this is going to be it for me. All I can think about right now is how much I hate being at sea, and I think thats a sign that maybe I shouldnt be going to sea anymore. Which gets me thinking once again about how messed up things are- why is it that those of us who dont want to be going to sea are stuck with it, while people who all they want to do in life is drive ships are forced out? (Wow, that was a mindset shift, huh?) I wish with all my heart that I could trade with Molly, for the same reason I knew that if things had been different and Melanie had not gotten pilot and I had I would have tried my hardest to give her my billet. But, as Molly reminded me the other day, I need to remember that there is a master plan, and I am not in control of it.
For now, though, its time to secure for sea.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
My Random Bad Day Remedy
My diagonal-across-the-hall neighbor Marty is also known as the candy man. He always has a little bucket full of those mini Dove chocolates, and at least 2 or 3 times a week he just tosses me one or two. Sometimes I eat them then, sometimes I save them for later. But the best part about them isnt the chocolate. Its the neat little messages they put on the insides of the wrappers. Some of them, like the one I got today, arent anything too special- it said "Write a real letter, not just an email." But other ones are worthy of taping to my drawer, like the ones that say "Live your dreams" or "Follow your instincts." Every once in a while, when Im just really not having a great day, Ill come across one that just makes me smile. "Life. Joy. Chocolate." comes to mind... And that makes me smile, which thus makes my day a little better. What more could you want?
Random, I know. But thought Id share :)
Random, I know. But thought Id share :)
Gee, thanks... (also A Bit of Venting)
So I was hoping that, by giving Weps a full list of what I had not had time to finish up, and with him knowing what I was gone for, and being so supportive, and knowing that half of it had to do with the ammo onload we have on Saturday, maybe he would have done some of it. Boy, was I wrong. (Warning- this may sound slightly whiny in nature. Sorry, sort of. But I dont want to whine at work so yall are it...)
My onload notice for the onload had not even been shown the XO, who of course always has changes. I even sent it to him electronically so when he made those changes it could be fixed and ready to go to the Captain. So there it was, not a thing done to it, when I get back on the ship at 230 this afternoon (Thanks a lot duty driver- apparently "pick me up at 1200" means "pick me up at 1310") So now the CO will not see this until tomorrow, the day before the evolution, which Im sure will thrill him, and I am going to be the one that has to take it to him.
On top of that, Monday morning the CTTC decides to tell me that "he didnt know" the onload was on a weekend, and hes not going to be here. So that throws off my watch bill- this was the reason why this document did not get routed earlier to begin with. So when I left they were still working that issue out, which apparently was worked out that afternoon and PQS done. Of course that did not get routed either, because I have to sign it first. Youre the department head, you can supercede me!! That, and the Training Officer's assistant lost the paperwork I was rushing to print for him before I left, and of course he needed that NOW, so I was running around redoing that, and all in all, its been a frustrating afternoon, with no end in sight that I can see.
On another note though, the ceremony that the Vella Gulf put together for Charlie was really nice. I am really glad that I was able to get down there for it, and in the process meet a bunch of new people at wing night, spend some good time catching up with Molly, and have dinner with my parents and sisters.
And only one more week til Im out of here. Thats probably the best news of all.
My onload notice for the onload had not even been shown the XO, who of course always has changes. I even sent it to him electronically so when he made those changes it could be fixed and ready to go to the Captain. So there it was, not a thing done to it, when I get back on the ship at 230 this afternoon (Thanks a lot duty driver- apparently "pick me up at 1200" means "pick me up at 1310") So now the CO will not see this until tomorrow, the day before the evolution, which Im sure will thrill him, and I am going to be the one that has to take it to him.
On top of that, Monday morning the CTTC decides to tell me that "he didnt know" the onload was on a weekend, and hes not going to be here. So that throws off my watch bill- this was the reason why this document did not get routed earlier to begin with. So when I left they were still working that issue out, which apparently was worked out that afternoon and PQS done. Of course that did not get routed either, because I have to sign it first. Youre the department head, you can supercede me!! That, and the Training Officer's assistant lost the paperwork I was rushing to print for him before I left, and of course he needed that NOW, so I was running around redoing that, and all in all, its been a frustrating afternoon, with no end in sight that I can see.
On another note though, the ceremony that the Vella Gulf put together for Charlie was really nice. I am really glad that I was able to get down there for it, and in the process meet a bunch of new people at wing night, spend some good time catching up with Molly, and have dinner with my parents and sisters.
And only one more week til Im out of here. Thats probably the best news of all.
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Rita, the update
As you all well know by now, Rita wasn't as bad as it originally looked like she was going to be. My family had reservations to head out to the Valley, but they cancelled them. The worst of the storm was the traffic getting out of Houston, which my friend Kathy experienced firsthand- stuck for 10 hours and she didnt even get out of the city. So thanks for all your prayers and love, and thank God everyone is OK!
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Hurricane Rita
Yet another hurricane coming through... Please say a prayer for everyone along the Gulf Coast of Texas tonight as this hurricane comes in. Off to call the grandparents to check on them...
For Mollina :)
Molly, here you go.... :) I had to keep some of yours though... we are too much alike.
7 Things I Plan To Do Before I Die
1. Live in Europe. Anywhere.
2. Find true love.
3. Get a record contract.
4. Get a dog.
5. Find a job I really, truly love to do.
6. Backpack through Europe.
7. See the rest of the states that I haven't seen.
7 Things I Can Do
1. Sing almost anything.
2. Fire a pistol. Well.
3. Take an amazing picture of the sunset.
4. Drive a Navy ship.
5. Drink Whiskey straight.
6. Understand just about any accent.
7. French braid my own hair (when its long enough)
7 Things I Cannot Do
1. A pull up.
2. Get off the damn internet.
3. Eat lima beans.
4. Stop eating carbs.
5. Not take things personally.
6. Turn back time.
7. Get enough sleep at night.
7 Things that Attract Me To The Opposite Sex/Another Person
1. A strong Faith in something. Preferably God.
2. A sense of humor. Ideally a dry one like mine.
3. Common Sense.
4. The ability to carry on a conversation with me about something other than yourself.
5. Unselfishness.
6. Honesty no matter what.
7. The ability/willingness to put up with my line of work and not be intimidated by it.
7 Things That I Say Most Often
1. Yo.
2. Whatever.
3. It is what it is.
4. Eh.
5. Outstanding.
6. Talk about music...
7. And I can't think of anything else. Molly?
7 Celebrity Crushes
1. Luke Wilson
2. Johnny Depp
3. Tom Drummond (bassist from Better Than Ezra) (see a trend?)
4. Chris Isaak
5. Vin Diesel
6. Dane Cook
7. And my one almost celeb crush... those who need to know do...
7 People I Want To Do This
1. Noone on this blog....
2. Molly's the only one who would and I got it from her...
3. So onto the other place Ill post this...
4. Amber
5. Kathy
6. Gina
7. Andreas
7 Things I Plan To Do Before I Die
1. Live in Europe. Anywhere.
2. Find true love.
3. Get a record contract.
4. Get a dog.
5. Find a job I really, truly love to do.
6. Backpack through Europe.
7. See the rest of the states that I haven't seen.
7 Things I Can Do
1. Sing almost anything.
2. Fire a pistol. Well.
3. Take an amazing picture of the sunset.
4. Drive a Navy ship.
5. Drink Whiskey straight.
6. Understand just about any accent.
7. French braid my own hair (when its long enough)
7 Things I Cannot Do
1. A pull up.
2. Get off the damn internet.
3. Eat lima beans.
4. Stop eating carbs.
5. Not take things personally.
6. Turn back time.
7. Get enough sleep at night.
7 Things that Attract Me To The Opposite Sex/Another Person
1. A strong Faith in something. Preferably God.
2. A sense of humor. Ideally a dry one like mine.
3. Common Sense.
4. The ability to carry on a conversation with me about something other than yourself.
5. Unselfishness.
6. Honesty no matter what.
7. The ability/willingness to put up with my line of work and not be intimidated by it.
7 Things That I Say Most Often
1. Yo.
2. Whatever.
3. It is what it is.
4. Eh.
5. Outstanding.
6. Talk about music...
7. And I can't think of anything else. Molly?
7 Celebrity Crushes
1. Luke Wilson
2. Johnny Depp
3. Tom Drummond (bassist from Better Than Ezra) (see a trend?)
4. Chris Isaak
5. Vin Diesel
6. Dane Cook
7. And my one almost celeb crush... those who need to know do...
7 People I Want To Do This
1. Noone on this blog....
2. Molly's the only one who would and I got it from her...
3. So onto the other place Ill post this...
4. Amber
5. Kathy
6. Gina
7. Andreas
Monday, September 19, 2005
Cowards
Cowards really make me angry. Especially the kind of coward that would hit and kill two pedestrians and not even stop. The kind of coward that would not, the next morning, get himself to a police station, even if he didnt know what had happened, and try to figure it out. The kind of coward who would wait until someone called the crime line because they saw his jacked up car and let himself be arrested for taking two innocent people out of this world.
For those of you in the Va Beach area that may have seen this story on the news, one of those people was my friend Charlie. I only met him a few times, but I considered him a friend, alot because of the kind and caring person that I knew that he was. I met him through Molly; he and his fiancee took good care of her while I was on deployment, taking the guest room in their house and making it her room whenever she wanted it. I ask you all to please keep Kate, as well as all of Charlie's family and friends, in your prayers.
As for the coward, I'm glad they caught him. He has quite an impressive rap sheet, no stranger to moving violations. He's caused accidents, he's done drugs, he's due in court next week on assault charges. A real winner. Its sad that after all that, he has now taken two lives. I hope that this time will be enough to ensure that it never happens again.
For those of you in the Va Beach area that may have seen this story on the news, one of those people was my friend Charlie. I only met him a few times, but I considered him a friend, alot because of the kind and caring person that I knew that he was. I met him through Molly; he and his fiancee took good care of her while I was on deployment, taking the guest room in their house and making it her room whenever she wanted it. I ask you all to please keep Kate, as well as all of Charlie's family and friends, in your prayers.
As for the coward, I'm glad they caught him. He has quite an impressive rap sheet, no stranger to moving violations. He's caused accidents, he's done drugs, he's due in court next week on assault charges. A real winner. Its sad that after all that, he has now taken two lives. I hope that this time will be enough to ensure that it never happens again.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Night Classes For Men
OK, this just made me laugh really hard, so I had to post it...
ALL ARE WELCOME OPEN TO MEN ONLY
Note: due to the complexity and level of difficulty, each course willaccept a maximum of eight participants.This course covers two days. Topics covered include:
DAY ONE
HOW TO FILL ICE CUBE TRAYS
Step by step guide with slide presentation
TOILET ROLLS-DO THEY GROW ON THE HOLDERS?
Roundtable discussion
DIFFERENCES BETWEEN LAUNDRY BASKET & FLOOR
Practicing with hamper (Pictures and graphics)
DISHES & SILVERWARE; DO THEY LEVITATE/FLY TO KITCHEN SINK OR DISHWASHER BY THEMSELVES?
Debate among a panel of experts
LOSS OF VIRILITY
Losing the remote control to your significant other - Help line andsupport groups
LEARNING HOW TO FIND THINGS
Starting with looking in the right place instead of turning the house upside down while screaming - Open forum
************************************************
DAY TWO
EMPTY MILK CARTONS; DO THEY BELONG IN THE FRIDGE OR THE BIN?
Group discussion and role play
HEALTH WATCH; BRINGING HER FLOWERS IS NOT HARMFUL TO YOUR HEALTH
PowerPoint presentation
REAL MEN ASK FOR DIRECTIONS WHEN LOST
Real life testimonial from the one man who did
IS IT GENETICALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO SIT QUIETLY AS SHE PARALLEL PARKS?
Driving simulation
LIVING WITH ADULTS;BASIC DIFFERENCES BETWEEN YOUR MOTHER AND YOUR PARTNER
Online class and role playing
HOW TO BE THE IDEAL SHOPPING COMPANION
Relaxation exercises, meditation and breathing techniques
REMEMBERING IMPORTANT DATES & CALLING WHEN YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE
Bring your calendar or PDA to class
GETTING OVER IT; LEARNING HOW TO LIVE WITH BEING WRONG ALL THE TIME
Individual counselors
ALL ARE WELCOME OPEN TO MEN ONLY
Note: due to the complexity and level of difficulty, each course willaccept a maximum of eight participants.This course covers two days. Topics covered include:
DAY ONE
HOW TO FILL ICE CUBE TRAYS
Step by step guide with slide presentation
TOILET ROLLS-DO THEY GROW ON THE HOLDERS?
Roundtable discussion
DIFFERENCES BETWEEN LAUNDRY BASKET & FLOOR
Practicing with hamper (Pictures and graphics)
DISHES & SILVERWARE; DO THEY LEVITATE/FLY TO KITCHEN SINK OR DISHWASHER BY THEMSELVES?
Debate among a panel of experts
LOSS OF VIRILITY
Losing the remote control to your significant other - Help line andsupport groups
LEARNING HOW TO FIND THINGS
Starting with looking in the right place instead of turning the house upside down while screaming - Open forum
************************************************
DAY TWO
EMPTY MILK CARTONS; DO THEY BELONG IN THE FRIDGE OR THE BIN?
Group discussion and role play
HEALTH WATCH; BRINGING HER FLOWERS IS NOT HARMFUL TO YOUR HEALTH
PowerPoint presentation
REAL MEN ASK FOR DIRECTIONS WHEN LOST
Real life testimonial from the one man who did
IS IT GENETICALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO SIT QUIETLY AS SHE PARALLEL PARKS?
Driving simulation
LIVING WITH ADULTS;BASIC DIFFERENCES BETWEEN YOUR MOTHER AND YOUR PARTNER
Online class and role playing
HOW TO BE THE IDEAL SHOPPING COMPANION
Relaxation exercises, meditation and breathing techniques
REMEMBERING IMPORTANT DATES & CALLING WHEN YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE
Bring your calendar or PDA to class
GETTING OVER IT; LEARNING HOW TO LIVE WITH BEING WRONG ALL THE TIME
Individual counselors
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Ponder this...
Can someone please explain to me how the hell the PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE could be UNCONSTITUTIONAL????
A federal court in Sacramento has claimed that the Pledge of Allegiance, because it says "Under God," is like a prayer, and therefore unconstitutional. Come on now... The Pledge of Allegiance is one of the first ways that children are introduced to patriotism, and if we get rid of that in schools, how are we ever going to teach our children patriotism??
This really upsets me. What is this world coming to? I can guarantee you that when the founding fathers came up with the idea that there should be a separation of church and state, they did NOT mean that we would not recognize our flag and the principles on which our country came to be. Because, even though our country is religiously free and our government does not have an established religion, and as much as some people may not like it, this country was founded as one nation, under God. If you don't want to say God, say Allah or Jehovah or whatever else you may call Him, or say nothing at all. But don't tell me that MY kids, when I have them someday, can't say the Pledge of Allegiance at school.
End rant.
A federal court in Sacramento has claimed that the Pledge of Allegiance, because it says "Under God," is like a prayer, and therefore unconstitutional. Come on now... The Pledge of Allegiance is one of the first ways that children are introduced to patriotism, and if we get rid of that in schools, how are we ever going to teach our children patriotism??
This really upsets me. What is this world coming to? I can guarantee you that when the founding fathers came up with the idea that there should be a separation of church and state, they did NOT mean that we would not recognize our flag and the principles on which our country came to be. Because, even though our country is religiously free and our government does not have an established religion, and as much as some people may not like it, this country was founded as one nation, under God. If you don't want to say God, say Allah or Jehovah or whatever else you may call Him, or say nothing at all. But don't tell me that MY kids, when I have them someday, can't say the Pledge of Allegiance at school.
End rant.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Oh what a weekend....
Horace and I had a nice drive down to Va Beach. I stopped off at Mary Beth's house in New Jersey on the way to visit her and her mother. They are doing remarkably well, considering the events of the last 6 months, and it was great to see them. Saturday I rolled into Va Beach at around 4, got changed, and headed to Keagan's. I was quite pleasantly surprised to walk in and see James West, a good friend who now plays there 5 times a week. I got to see most of his set, have some dinner with Slim, and see some of my good friends who work there, which was nice. Then at about 830 I headed out to Mo and O'Malley's to see Kevin and Randy play. I walked in and got hugs from everyone, even Gudi! Sceleta wasn't there, apparently she only works days now, but everyone else was, and Molly, everyone says hello. Big Mike got fired, but Nathan, the blond kid with all the tattoos who was in on St Patrick's Day and started being there all the time before we left, is now the fry cook. Not sure who does it when he has duty or is underway, but he was back there Saturday night. He made me a beautiful cheese stick. Yes, thats singular. Check out the picture:
It was a great time, and it was especially nice to see that Kevin had taken our advice from way back when and learned that Lifehouse song, You and Me. And he did sound quite good on it. Sunday morning Mandy took me to the airport; she had had to work Saturday night so I hadnt gotten to see her. She also says hello Molly. Then I flew back. Its less than 48 hours later and I already miss Horace.... This not having a car business SUCKS!
It was a great time, and it was especially nice to see that Kevin had taken our advice from way back when and learned that Lifehouse song, You and Me. And he did sound quite good on it. Sunday morning Mandy took me to the airport; she had had to work Saturday night so I hadnt gotten to see her. She also says hello Molly. Then I flew back. Its less than 48 hours later and I already miss Horace.... This not having a car business SUCKS!
Friday, September 09, 2005
Snoozebox
If you're like me and like checking out new music, I have a suggestion: Check out my friends Snoozebox. Their website is linked over there<---. Plus, ladies, they're 4 quite good looking guys :)
Oh, and for those of you that live in the greater DC area, they're playing a show at Zig's on Duke St in Fox Chase Center (up towards Landmark Mall) on October 13th... you should all go.
Oh, and for those of you that live in the greater DC area, they're playing a show at Zig's on Duke St in Fox Chase Center (up towards Landmark Mall) on October 13th... you should all go.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Talkin' 'bout friends....
Its always nice to get in touch with old friends. Whether its just someone you havent had a good chat with in a while, or someone that you haven't talked to in 10 years, there's something comforting about knowing people are still around.
I talked to Molly last night for a good hour. This was the first time we had really gotten to chat probably 6 or 8 weeks- WAY too long. We got to catch up on a lot of things, and it felt really good to talk to her. We've both been going through some things lately, and its nice (for me at least) to unload them with someone who truly knows me and understands how I feel, even if I can't always express it very well.
I also have gotten back in touch recently with a girl I havent talked to since like 9th grade. Elise and I had classes together in 8th grade, and I guess you could say we were friends that year and the next. Then she moved, then I moved, and well, you know how it is. But she is living in the Tidewater area now, and we have gotten back in touch, and are making plans to get together when I get back down there.
There are several other people that I have gotten back into contact with on some level in the lat few months, and I really am glad that I have. I have had some great friends over the years, and you guys have gotten me through EVERYTHING. I'm not really sure that this blog makes a lot of sense, but I know what I'm trying to say... and I think my friends do too. At least I hope they'll nod and smile and act like they do, cuz thats what friends do right? ;)
I talked to Molly last night for a good hour. This was the first time we had really gotten to chat probably 6 or 8 weeks- WAY too long. We got to catch up on a lot of things, and it felt really good to talk to her. We've both been going through some things lately, and its nice (for me at least) to unload them with someone who truly knows me and understands how I feel, even if I can't always express it very well.
I also have gotten back in touch recently with a girl I havent talked to since like 9th grade. Elise and I had classes together in 8th grade, and I guess you could say we were friends that year and the next. Then she moved, then I moved, and well, you know how it is. But she is living in the Tidewater area now, and we have gotten back in touch, and are making plans to get together when I get back down there.
There are several other people that I have gotten back into contact with on some level in the lat few months, and I really am glad that I have. I have had some great friends over the years, and you guys have gotten me through EVERYTHING. I'm not really sure that this blog makes a lot of sense, but I know what I'm trying to say... and I think my friends do too. At least I hope they'll nod and smile and act like they do, cuz thats what friends do right? ;)
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
No More Sick :)
Well, almost. But Im 10 times better than I was!!
I got home from my roadtrip just about dead. I would have just sucked it up like I always do, but as luck would have it I had an audiogram scheduled for the morning after my return. I got to the clinic, gave them all my info, sat in the booth, and blew my nose. I guess audiologists listen for stuff like that because immediately I got the questions: Do you have a cold? Well, I have something... How are your ears? A little wierd... He looks in them... Hmm, theyre a little bit red... He takes the little sonar machine and does each ear and before the results are even done printing he says oh no, youre not doing an audiogram today. You need to go to a doctor ASAP.
So I went. And my sinuses were infected. And it had caused lots of fluid buildup in and behind my ears. Thrilling. They gave me drugs, and Ive been taking them for about a week now. It took 4 or 5 days to feel better, but man did I feel better.
Then last night we took ASWO out. He had a pretty bad labor day weekend, and needed to be taken out. I was already in my bed, and it was a good 3 hours since I had eaten anything, when I realized I had forgotten my medication. Oops. Of course Im on the "Take with food" kind, and Im not about to risk taking them without- I know what that can do to your tummy. So I just skipped that dose. Would you believe STO just came up to me and said I sound stuffy again? Missed one dose and it set me back. I only have like 4 more days of the medicine left. What happens when its gone? I hope I dont get sick again...
(OK so I just went back and read this and realized I sound like a rambling nut case. Wow. I think Ill make this the end...)
I got home from my roadtrip just about dead. I would have just sucked it up like I always do, but as luck would have it I had an audiogram scheduled for the morning after my return. I got to the clinic, gave them all my info, sat in the booth, and blew my nose. I guess audiologists listen for stuff like that because immediately I got the questions: Do you have a cold? Well, I have something... How are your ears? A little wierd... He looks in them... Hmm, theyre a little bit red... He takes the little sonar machine and does each ear and before the results are even done printing he says oh no, youre not doing an audiogram today. You need to go to a doctor ASAP.
So I went. And my sinuses were infected. And it had caused lots of fluid buildup in and behind my ears. Thrilling. They gave me drugs, and Ive been taking them for about a week now. It took 4 or 5 days to feel better, but man did I feel better.
Then last night we took ASWO out. He had a pretty bad labor day weekend, and needed to be taken out. I was already in my bed, and it was a good 3 hours since I had eaten anything, when I realized I had forgotten my medication. Oops. Of course Im on the "Take with food" kind, and Im not about to risk taking them without- I know what that can do to your tummy. So I just skipped that dose. Would you believe STO just came up to me and said I sound stuffy again? Missed one dose and it set me back. I only have like 4 more days of the medicine left. What happens when its gone? I hope I dont get sick again...
(OK so I just went back and read this and realized I sound like a rambling nut case. Wow. I think Ill make this the end...)
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Katrina
I have always looked at natural disasters and mass tragedy around the world and thanked God that it wasn't near me and didn't involve anyone I know. This week that all changed.
I was still on my road trip when the storm hit. I knew there was a hurricane coming, and that was about it. I didn't know the severity, I didn't know exactly where it was supposed to hit. It wasn't until Monday night/early Tuesday morning when I was driving back to Maine that I even realized anything major had happened, and even then I was so incoherent it didn't really register until Tuesday when I saw the news on in the wardroom. My first thought was oh my god. I know people there. My USNA roommate, Melanie, was born and raised in New Orleans, and about 80% of her family still lives there. Or at least did before last weekend. I immediately went to try to call her, text her, anything to get through to her, and finally, on Thursday afternoon, I heard back.
Everyone was out safely, thank God. One family had ridden out the storm, but had left before the levee broke on Monday. Unfortunately, the levee broke fairly close to where Mel's stepdad ony, his girlfriend, and his mother all live. None of her family think they have anything left, as anything that may have been spared by the floods was probably not spared by the looters.
But they are the lucky ones. They had the means and the common sense to get out. They have insurance, so that someday, months from now, when they are finally able to go back in and assess the damage, they can rebuild, they can start over. They have family outside of New Orleans that loves them and will take care of them until that time starts. My thoughts and prayers are with them, but even more so for those who are much less fortunate. Those who truly believe they did not know the levee could break. Those who had no way to get out of New Orleans before the storm, and nowhere to go if they did. Those, who by losing all of their physical possessions, have lost all hope because they can never rebuild. And, most of all, those who have lost loved ones. Those who were not able to get out at all.
New Orleans was one of my favorite places in the world, and it saddens me to see it in the state that it is in now. All I can do to help now is make a donation. Others can volunteer to go help, others can knit quilts and clothes. I ask everyone to do what they can. This is us, this is our nation, our home, our people. If we can take care of the rest of the world as we have in the past, this should be easy.
I was still on my road trip when the storm hit. I knew there was a hurricane coming, and that was about it. I didn't know the severity, I didn't know exactly where it was supposed to hit. It wasn't until Monday night/early Tuesday morning when I was driving back to Maine that I even realized anything major had happened, and even then I was so incoherent it didn't really register until Tuesday when I saw the news on in the wardroom. My first thought was oh my god. I know people there. My USNA roommate, Melanie, was born and raised in New Orleans, and about 80% of her family still lives there. Or at least did before last weekend. I immediately went to try to call her, text her, anything to get through to her, and finally, on Thursday afternoon, I heard back.
Everyone was out safely, thank God. One family had ridden out the storm, but had left before the levee broke on Monday. Unfortunately, the levee broke fairly close to where Mel's stepdad ony, his girlfriend, and his mother all live. None of her family think they have anything left, as anything that may have been spared by the floods was probably not spared by the looters.
But they are the lucky ones. They had the means and the common sense to get out. They have insurance, so that someday, months from now, when they are finally able to go back in and assess the damage, they can rebuild, they can start over. They have family outside of New Orleans that loves them and will take care of them until that time starts. My thoughts and prayers are with them, but even more so for those who are much less fortunate. Those who truly believe they did not know the levee could break. Those who had no way to get out of New Orleans before the storm, and nowhere to go if they did. Those, who by losing all of their physical possessions, have lost all hope because they can never rebuild. And, most of all, those who have lost loved ones. Those who were not able to get out at all.
New Orleans was one of my favorite places in the world, and it saddens me to see it in the state that it is in now. All I can do to help now is make a donation. Others can volunteer to go help, others can knit quilts and clothes. I ask everyone to do what they can. This is us, this is our nation, our home, our people. If we can take care of the rest of the world as we have in the past, this should be easy.
Friday, September 02, 2005
Deep Thought (not of the Jack Handy variety thank you very much)
Something Molly said to me really hit a chord. Im ready to go back to my life now. Im gonna jump start it with a trip down to Va Beach this weekend to take Horace (my truck, for those of you who didnt know) back, and then only a few more weeks til Im out of here and can get back to my real world.
Monday, August 15, 2005
SPAM??? In my BLOG????
Did anyone else get that? Molly, I know you did... this makes me really mad!! So if youre a spammer and thinking about leaving me some spam comments, DONT!!!
Saturday, August 13, 2005
My sister got married today.
And I cant get over the fact that I now have a brother in law. I talked to him on the phone tonight. I mean, I always knew she'd get married first, but it all happened so quickly. Ive only met the guy twice. But he seems nice enough, and she seems happy. So wish them luck in Utah, cuz thats where theyre heading next week...
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Moved again...
I am now a proud resident of the PCU Bainbridge. We moved aboard the other day, and while I still have a little bit to do, Im well on my way to being nice and settled. I have my computer, Im up on email and all, but no real cell service unless I go outside, so leave a message! 2 1/2 more months until I can be in my own place again... Cant wait!
Monday, July 25, 2005
Thursday, July 21, 2005
What are we coming to?
Mornings at work lately have been spent catching up on current events (read: bored) and this morning, as I was reading the Washington Post, I came across an article that at first shocked me, then kind of intrigued me a little. The article is about this new feature called AIMFight, basically a popularity contest on AIM. You type in your screen name and someone else's, and based on how many people have you on their buddy list and how many they have on theirs, and the same information on the person, the "winner" is supposedly more "popular."
That sounds confusing, doesnt it? Here, read the article first.
OK, now does it make a little sense? Are we really that desperate for popularity? I like the quote about halfway down the first page by Yogi Berra: "anyone who is popular is bound to be disliked." I think that pretty well sums it up. Think about all those girls in high school: for as many "friends" that they had, they had an equal if not larger number of people that truly hated them, often including those they counted as friends. I hate to think that we're trying to put this high school mentality into every day life.
But I am intrigued, and just as I believe human nature is, Ill probably go home tonight and try to figure out how to work it... The problem I see is when people, as they inevitably will, start taking it too seriously. The one kid at the end of the article said it well- "I don't feel the need to judge my social standing," Jackson goes on, "by how many people I talk to, or talk to me, online."
That sounds confusing, doesnt it? Here, read the article first.
OK, now does it make a little sense? Are we really that desperate for popularity? I like the quote about halfway down the first page by Yogi Berra: "anyone who is popular is bound to be disliked." I think that pretty well sums it up. Think about all those girls in high school: for as many "friends" that they had, they had an equal if not larger number of people that truly hated them, often including those they counted as friends. I hate to think that we're trying to put this high school mentality into every day life.
But I am intrigued, and just as I believe human nature is, Ill probably go home tonight and try to figure out how to work it... The problem I see is when people, as they inevitably will, start taking it too seriously. The one kid at the end of the article said it well- "I don't feel the need to judge my social standing," Jackson goes on, "by how many people I talk to, or talk to me, online."
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Long weekends rock... except when they're over
I had a GREAT 4th of July weekend. Just thought Id share. The Ingram Hill concert in Pittsburgh was AWESOME, spending some time with my family was great, I don't get to see enough of them, and the rest of the weekend with Molly and Patricia was awesome. I missed those girls!! We went to a barbecue on Sunday night with their coffee shop friends, then out to Murphy's and the Flying Fish (where drama ensued), and then Sunday we did nothing but watch the West Wing until it was time for the fireworks. I have loved the DC fireworks since I was young, and watching them from the roof of Molly's building was a lot of fun. The drive back went well, I made it in 10 hours, which was about an hour and a half less than I thought it would take. But today it was back to work.... days are gonna be long for a while. 3 more months til back in Norfolk...
Check out my pictures from this weekend!!
Check out my pictures from this weekend!!
Sunday, June 26, 2005
5 more days!
I had another post in this spot. I deleted it because I had made my point, and there was no use to leave it there. So moving on...
I cannot wait until this weekend! Ingram Hill in Pittsburgh on Friday, DC for the weekend, seeing the family and Molly and Patricia... the only part Im unsure about is the drive. I HATE the drive. It wouldnt be so bad except for that long New Jersey part. The drive down wont be too bad because Im splitting it up, but the drive back... ugh. So.... all of you whose phone numbers I have, expect phone calls on Tuesday the 5th! And for those of you that are going to Pittsburgh, 5 more days!!!
I cannot wait until this weekend! Ingram Hill in Pittsburgh on Friday, DC for the weekend, seeing the family and Molly and Patricia... the only part Im unsure about is the drive. I HATE the drive. It wouldnt be so bad except for that long New Jersey part. The drive down wont be too bad because Im splitting it up, but the drive back... ugh. So.... all of you whose phone numbers I have, expect phone calls on Tuesday the 5th! And for those of you that are going to Pittsburgh, 5 more days!!!
Monday, June 20, 2005
Newport!!
So Im in Newport this week, and LOVING it! I went to karaoke night at O'Briens last night and everyone remembered me :) It was such a good time, I really enjoyed it. Just like old times!
PS, Molly, Jimmy says hi!!
PS, Molly, Jimmy says hi!!
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
And it was well worth it.
While I did not particularly care for the high pitched squealing, which Phil told me was 2 decibels higher on average than your normal aircraft taking off, or the fact that none of the little girls believed us when we swore to them that Ingram Hill's bus was, in fact, not Jesse McCartney's bus, I had a GREAT time last night at the concert. Seeing Ingram Hill is always awesome, and this time was no different. I went with my friend Sarah, who has been to about 20 Ingram Hill shows, and we were just about the only hard core IH fans there. We were sitting in the front row, and the guys kept looking at us trying not to laugh, to a point where this 15 year old girl behind me was CONVINCED Justin was checking me out... as much as I would like to say why yes, yes he is, I just told her no, he knows us, its the whole familiar face thing. Of course the "you KNOW them?" look was priceless... We got more "are yall the bands groupies?" and "are you their friends?" and "how do you know them?" questions than I can count, but in the end it was awesome to see them selling so many CDs, and see so many girls actually miss part of Jesse's show to get their autographs, and see them making new fans. The only thing that would have ruined the night would have been not getting to talk to them and give them the shirts I brought them, but I did. That and after security made everyone leave I went and got my car and went back over and talked to them for a little while longer... The drive home was pretty much miserable, but it was worth it. Looking forward to at least 3, maybe 5 more shows this summer...
Saturday, June 11, 2005
I am a huge dork.
I know this, and I am OK with this.
I am more excited to be driving four hours to see Ingram Hill open for (gag) Jesse McCartney than I have been for anything in a LONG time. Maybe its because I am stuck up here in Maine, with no friends besides the guys on the ship and nothing to do without driving for a half hour, or maybe its because they rock. Either way, Im STOKED. I just hope I dont murder any 12 year old Jesse fans...
I am more excited to be driving four hours to see Ingram Hill open for (gag) Jesse McCartney than I have been for anything in a LONG time. Maybe its because I am stuck up here in Maine, with no friends besides the guys on the ship and nothing to do without driving for a half hour, or maybe its because they rock. Either way, Im STOKED. I just hope I dont murder any 12 year old Jesse fans...
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Disclaimer: I cannot take credit for what happens in Freeport
Whats so special about Freeport, you ask? Think about the best outlet shopping you have ever done in your life. It is not as good as Freeport. Freeport is an outlet TOWN. Abercrombie is in the old Library. There are your standard outlet malls on the edge of the village, but in the town itself, the street is lined with stores. Gap, Banana, the aforementioned Abercrombie, North Face, J Crew, you name it. But best of all, Coach. Which is bad. I like Coach. I buy too much of it when I go in there. I'm going back this weekend :)
Monday, May 23, 2005
The surprise went off without a hitch!
My trip to Virginia this weekend was wonderful.
It started out with a nice dinner followed my obnoxiousness to rival even the best night of Don and Charlie at Mo's. Molly, Patricia, and I went to the Murphy's in Old Town and knew parts to the sing alongs that even the guy playing had never heard before. We had guys buying us beers for no other reason than we were entertaining them. We met some fun people, had some beers, and I was constantly reminded why I missed those guys.
Saturday morning was the walk. Molly, her brother Colin, Patricia and I all went out for it, and we were right up to my Mom before she realized it was me. She obviously had no idea that I would be there, I didnt tell any of the family, so she was quite surprised, as was the rest of the family. It was really awesome to be able to do that, especially for Emily. There was an awesome turnout for the walk, it went really well.
We went out in DC Saturday night, then I took off Sunday morning. It was so great to see them, and I really did not want to come back.
On a slightly separate yet somehow related note, I was sitting in the airport in Boston waiting for my connection yesterday, and there was this super hot guy sitting about 7 chairs down from me. I had noticed him when I came into the gate area, but of course didnt talk to him. Well, about 10 minutes after I got there he got up to go to the Dunkin Donuts next to the gate and hes walking away from it this little kid runs up to him and starts talking to him. Im thinking OK, he must be some sort of pro athlete or something (he looked the part) but I still had no idea who he might be. He went and sat across the gate area way in the back, putting his finger to his mouth like he was telling the kid to stay quiet, not to blow his cover or whatever. Then when he was boarding his plane these 2 ladies came up to him asking for autographs, which made me even more curious. The little kid was on my flight, so as we were in line to board I asked him who that guy was. Turns out his name is Matt Hardy, and he was part of the Hardy Boys, some sort of team WWE act. Quite well known to those who are into wrestling. The moral of that story is: If you see a hot guy in the airport, TALK TO HIM!! He may well be that rich, famous pro athlete you've been waiting for!
It started out with a nice dinner followed my obnoxiousness to rival even the best night of Don and Charlie at Mo's. Molly, Patricia, and I went to the Murphy's in Old Town and knew parts to the sing alongs that even the guy playing had never heard before. We had guys buying us beers for no other reason than we were entertaining them. We met some fun people, had some beers, and I was constantly reminded why I missed those guys.
Saturday morning was the walk. Molly, her brother Colin, Patricia and I all went out for it, and we were right up to my Mom before she realized it was me. She obviously had no idea that I would be there, I didnt tell any of the family, so she was quite surprised, as was the rest of the family. It was really awesome to be able to do that, especially for Emily. There was an awesome turnout for the walk, it went really well.
We went out in DC Saturday night, then I took off Sunday morning. It was so great to see them, and I really did not want to come back.
On a slightly separate yet somehow related note, I was sitting in the airport in Boston waiting for my connection yesterday, and there was this super hot guy sitting about 7 chairs down from me. I had noticed him when I came into the gate area, but of course didnt talk to him. Well, about 10 minutes after I got there he got up to go to the Dunkin Donuts next to the gate and hes walking away from it this little kid runs up to him and starts talking to him. Im thinking OK, he must be some sort of pro athlete or something (he looked the part) but I still had no idea who he might be. He went and sat across the gate area way in the back, putting his finger to his mouth like he was telling the kid to stay quiet, not to blow his cover or whatever. Then when he was boarding his plane these 2 ladies came up to him asking for autographs, which made me even more curious. The little kid was on my flight, so as we were in line to board I asked him who that guy was. Turns out his name is Matt Hardy, and he was part of the Hardy Boys, some sort of team WWE act. Quite well known to those who are into wrestling. The moral of that story is: If you see a hot guy in the airport, TALK TO HIM!! He may well be that rich, famous pro athlete you've been waiting for!
Monday, May 16, 2005
Blast From the Not So Distant Past
I was cleaning out my Hotmail inbox earlier, and somehow all the emails that I got from Joe the first time he was in Iraq in 2003 ended up in there. Talk about things I really didnt need to see right now... It was kinda wierd. Made me reminisce a little, and there was a little twinge of the heart action (cheezy I know, but not really sure how else to describe it) but I didnt miss him. I deleted them all. I read three- the first one I got, when I found out he was gone, the first one I got from his ship email a couple days later, and the one he started to write and then realized I was on my way to meet him on the flight line as he was coming home so stopped but still hit send. It was refreshing to realize that while I still have some fond memories of him, I didn't cry reading those emails. In fact, I didn't come close. Im coming closer now writing about it, but only to the point where there's a mini lump in my throat. I think thats quite an accomplishment- 2 months ago Im pretty sure I would have lost it and wanted to call him or email him or something. Not happening :)
Thursday, May 12, 2005
That darn elusive little E
Is finally MINE!! I have spent the past 2 years at my last command trying to get a ribbon shoot, and, now that I moved to a new command I finally got a chance to shoot again. And I shot expert. Twice. Im very proud of myself. Now its off to buy the little E and the medal :)
Monday, May 09, 2005
Meet Paco.
He's my new guitar.
I have been saying for months (years?) that I was going to buy a guitar and teach myself to play. Finally, this weekend, I did. Its an Ibanez acoustic (hence the name Paco, it kinda fit), fairly simple, supposedly a good starter guitar, and I bought a beginner book and the learning has commenced. I figure it will keep me from spending too much money and going out drinking too much, and will give me something to do when its rainy and gross out here as it has been pretty much daily since I got here... Im excited about it though. What I really want is to be able to play at an open mic night by the end of the summer. Just one song, thats it, so I have lots to work on.
Speaking of music, got to go see my friend Jim's band, Plaid Daddy, in Portland this weekend. I hadnt seen Jim in over 2 years, and last time I saw him he had a totally different band than he has now, but they sounded awesome, and he still did basically the same set with some newer stuff thrown in. It was a blast, met some cool people, and the bar it was in was awesome- sort of an older version of Keagan's. The whole place is made out of remnants of three bars from Ireland, they shipped the peices over and reconstructed it. Its been there for a while, and has the whole range of beers on tap (Guinness, Murphy's, Smithwick's, NEWCASTLE!!!, Boddington's, Stella, you name it...). Too bad its 40 minutes away... The second best part of my evening was definitely the Newcastle- I hadnt had one since Keagans- but it was beat out by the fact that Jim told me that the last song he wrote for his new CD thats supposed to be out by the end of the summer is called Rebecca and the Thief, and that he doesnt know any other Rebeccas besides me so I must have inspired the name of the song. Not so sure about the whole thief thing, but its still pretty awesome :) I havent heard the song yet though, looking forward to it!
Now if it would just stop raining....
I have been saying for months (years?) that I was going to buy a guitar and teach myself to play. Finally, this weekend, I did. Its an Ibanez acoustic (hence the name Paco, it kinda fit), fairly simple, supposedly a good starter guitar, and I bought a beginner book and the learning has commenced. I figure it will keep me from spending too much money and going out drinking too much, and will give me something to do when its rainy and gross out here as it has been pretty much daily since I got here... Im excited about it though. What I really want is to be able to play at an open mic night by the end of the summer. Just one song, thats it, so I have lots to work on.
Speaking of music, got to go see my friend Jim's band, Plaid Daddy, in Portland this weekend. I hadnt seen Jim in over 2 years, and last time I saw him he had a totally different band than he has now, but they sounded awesome, and he still did basically the same set with some newer stuff thrown in. It was a blast, met some cool people, and the bar it was in was awesome- sort of an older version of Keagan's. The whole place is made out of remnants of three bars from Ireland, they shipped the peices over and reconstructed it. Its been there for a while, and has the whole range of beers on tap (Guinness, Murphy's, Smithwick's, NEWCASTLE!!!, Boddington's, Stella, you name it...). Too bad its 40 minutes away... The second best part of my evening was definitely the Newcastle- I hadnt had one since Keagans- but it was beat out by the fact that Jim told me that the last song he wrote for his new CD thats supposed to be out by the end of the summer is called Rebecca and the Thief, and that he doesnt know any other Rebeccas besides me so I must have inspired the name of the song. Not so sure about the whole thief thing, but its still pretty awesome :) I havent heard the song yet though, looking forward to it!
Now if it would just stop raining....
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