Click on Delete

I just had to delete two of my music/dance video track pages.  All because people in the Navy like to Google and stalk when they are bored on deployment.

When I'm free from the arms of arms, I hope to have not lost my talent by then.  I'm just sayin'.

Easter Brings in Silliness

Got some new Easter care packages in... totally demasculinated the Ready Room

Decided to do a PeepShow -- aka Chubby Bunny with Peeps... a March's Edition of "Feat of Strength".

I failed to make it past three... VK did fairly well.  Impressive, actually... because Peeps are so awfully gross tasting with its lack of taste and sugar-dye mix on the outside...

Enjoy the video! (This video was taken courtesy of Capt, Time 3:30am ish)

The Worst Can Happen... a Sunrise Can Turn It Around

The day is beautiful... and beautiful will end my day.

I walked out of headquarters at 6am to only find myself facing the sun peek along the undefined horizon.  That shade of periwinkle in the sky was gorgeous, and I have missed it for quite a long time since I have been on the night page, taking off and landing in only darkness.  I normally have been asleep by 4am where it is still dark outside.

I went to the outdoor bathroom to brush my teeth and came out to where the sky brought in a brighter blue and orange and pink and an even higher sun.  Such a joyous view.

Just prior to all of this, I had my second ever major emergency in the Prowler, this time sitting in the front seat and coincidentally, with the same pilot.  Of course these problems just don't happen due to the pilot or navigator, some days jets will experience problems on their own and there is nothing that we can really do about it but to act appropriately and expeditiously to get us all safely on deck.  We experienced power surges and electrical arcing at the time we were just about to rendezvous with the tanker.  We were 15 miles away from contact with the drogue where we experienced a left generator failure.  Just like we briefed, we executed the boldface, cleaned it up by reading through the rest of the checklist items.  As calm as I could sound on the radio, we left the tanker orbit and I coordinated us to get home as soon as we could, safely.  My heartbeat was anything but calm hearing that the generator has tried to reset four times with no luck.  Thankfully, the jet can operate with one generator picking up the load of two.  As for the electrical arcing, if that had occurred as we were aerial refueling, it may have not been a pretty thing to mix sparks and fuel near big engines.  Our prioritized mission was complete and the timing could not have been more perfect.

On deck at zero knots, found that a wire that had caused the dimming lights had been loose on the left.  Confident that we did the right thing by taking it back to home field, my crew and I engaged in a debrief that took place on the HQ roof.  With cigars in hand, the buzz helped to calm my heart beat back to normal cadence and we talked about the learning points.  Following thereafter, we created queso from blocks of Velveeta cheese and tomatillo cans sent from a care package and watched Shawshank Redemption, a great film.

Which brings me back to this morning.  My flight suit smells like smoke and my tummy full of cheese dip, but I am most thankful for the sunrise I was able to witness--even for a brief second transiting to and from the bathroom--and its power... even without a beach below it.

Urges

Just like Dexter... I have urges.

With the light at the end of the tunnel still faint, I am tempted to seek for it all the way to the end.

I have decided to go on a shopping spree.  It involves lots and lots or Victoria's Secret ordering and wanting to feel like a girl again.  My hair is long enough to look sexy, which is divine.  A deep tissue massage and Gene Juarez pampering would be the cherry on top.

I also have the urge to learn as much as I can as the next guy.  I have the least years and least experience, yet am expected to know all that they know.  That means... a lot of reading and practical application.

Under the oath of Lent, I am not to eat dessert, soda, cookies, or candy.  I have broken the rules for the last two in the past few days.  God is ALWAYS watching, and I tried to play the game.  Carbs are bad for me, my body and I know that, and I must face the music.

In other news... softball team won 32-17 in a comeback where we had 3 at bats and I got home every single one.  Also, I almost got killed by a really fast softball coming my way while waiting at third base.  I showed off my matrix skills (thanks to yoga and stretching) and ducked it thankfully to save my face.  I even had time to pick up my hat after it fell off due to my 'standing bridge' move.

a + b = c

I am too young to know everything

I am too old to know nothing

A nice word said while we were airborne...

Atrophy = FOCUS


p.s. my friends are pregnant! does that mean we can't drink at their house anymore...?

I Woke Up Today and...

I was in a sweat, there was no electricity, but...
My boobs got bigger.


I swear.

Deployment Day 103

Now I wasn't really going to keep track of the days, however we are past the halfway mark and finally over 100 days! So this calls for a celebration!

For my new health kick, I have written up an exercise schedule for myself following a yoga/running/P90x regimen.  With the thanks of Lent and my sacrifice for most sugary foods (responsible for my visceral fat), I am going to follow the Jennifer Aniston way.  Yogalosophy.  Run 3x a week, yoga 2x (if I can get it), P90X Kenpo and other freebies I can fit in.  It is going to be great! I am going to look awesome, yeah? Its about feeling good in the end, feeling good in the body and skin you're in... and if I feel good, that is one less thing I have to feel insecure about.

The latest news regarding the weather here: March is starting to jump up and down in temperature, hot and cold, rainy and windy.  Its so temperamental you can hardly predict how the next day is going to pan out in regards to your flight schedule.  Dust has found itself into my air conditioning filters and lightly housed on the vents and any other flat surface, corner, and crevice in my CHU.  I was reading something on my bed when I heard my plastic bag holding plastic bags making noise! I looked over at my pillow, and there is something small and golden brown... the only thing I could have called it was a "sand flea", although that's not what I think it is really called.  Now I"m going crazy, thinking that I have creepy-crawlies in my room.  Eeek..! Shakin out my boots in the morn...

Interior Design

I have been shortening my time on Facebook to get on an even more addicting kick... previewing and researching for the perfect setup for my living room!

I have been searching for furniture model rooms, different sofas, HGTV... heck I even printed out pictures of the home---that I so miss right now---in order to imagine the possibilities.  How I wish I had David Bromstad with me so I can finally fix my unfinished project...

Can somebody enter me to win Design on a Dime? Please???