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The Recipe For The Wyldth1ng

3 parts Laughter2 parts Difance1 part Passion Splash of Moxie Shaken, not stirred

What's" the Recipe for Your Personality?

I Want a New Drug

I could have sworn there was a Huey Lewis tune titled that. I am currently sick, the doctors were right Ambien gives me hallucinations and the Percocet leaves me loopy. The pain is still there, I just don't care about it. I feel that I need to eat something, but wen I do eat I feel nauseous. I feel that my brain still works as fast as it did before but my body is slower. I think I am starting to be an Eeyore.

RevGals Friday Five: Resolutions

1. Do you make New Year resolutions?
No, and constantly improving myself.

2. Is this something you take seriously, or is it a bit of fun?
My new year starts February 7th which I take seriously.

3. Share one goal for 2008.
To be able to sleep comfortably next a reciprocating female without any pressures of society.

4. Money is no barrier, share one wild/ impossible dream for 2008.
See number three.

5. Someone wants to publish a story of your year in 2008, what will the title of that book be?
Shouldn't this be for 2007? I think that this book title might end up a being a parted book or series, since there is never a dull moment. Maybe, "The Best of Times". Or " The Worst of Times."
We shall see.

(Side note by author: Not my usual thought process, refer to previous posts.)

Fun with Navy Medicine, Part VI

I had written something elsebut I seemed to have misplaced it somehow. Wacky. I had to look up the Finkelstien's test. I didnt' remember the test just the doc probing and and saying things like "does that hurt?"

I slept for a rock solid two hours today. I am pretty happy about that.

Fun with Navy Medicine, Part V

I personally feel I did pretty good, healthy wise, for this deployment. I didn't go see any doctors for anything until November, eleven months into the deployment. That is good right? I haven't been getting much sleep lately. My non broken wrist that I have a splint for throbs with a searing pain for most of my day. Yesterday, my "cocktail " has changed a bit to get me back to the states without crying. I am not a big fan of crying. When I eat I take two (seven and half mg) tablets of meloxicam (mobic). Every six to eight hours I am taking percocet( I can't read the dosage, it is worn off since I keep this my pocket at all times.) To help get me sleeping I take zolpedem (ambien). The crappy part is I still fucking hurt. It pisses me off, you can't even tell visually that I fucked something up, what kind of stupid injury is this? In my mind's eye, I think that if I can just get "home" everything will be better. But will it?

Military Airfare Reduction

Since I will be returning to North America here shortly and vacation plans are in the mix, air travel is an option. I pay the same as J.Q. American, did you know that? We in the military do not receive any benefits while traveling commercial air.
None.
Zip.
Zero.
Nada.

Well, there is a petition to change that and if adding a link here is going to help others like myself in the future then I am all for it.

Yes, I signed it.

The Last of the Grape Kool-Aid

I mixed up the last batch of Grape Kool-Aid today. (Not that I was planning on doing a plug for Kraft, but they are the owners of Kool-Aid.) The grape Kool-Aid will surely be missed. It is okay, do not fret, soon I will be able to buy my own mixes from the store. ( I also couldn't find a Kool-Aid Man in purple.)

It is the little things.

Planes, Trains, and Rowboats

After seeing it on Mathman's blog and Distributor Cap's blog, I felt I had to follow suit. So how does one get here?

Here are the popular keywords that were used to get to this site:

symbol of athank you

symbol greater than hundred - This is in reference to adding links to a website.
rena j in jacksonville,nc - This a bar near where I am stationed.
wyld man work ? - This is via Australian Google.
something quick

and

Wyld women

Cloak & Dagger

Mystery and deceit. Paper and scissors. A play on words in which the loser rarely realizes the loss. And there is no winner. Many of the parts this dumbfounded repository eludes even the masters of words themselves. Teddy bears and chains bind this thought, which appear strapless to all that bare witness.

(Note from the author, this is the explanation to the below post. Again, if you do not understand anything in the above paragraph, may your deity have pity on your soul.)

3 Sides to Every Coin

Somehow along the line, I have been splitting into the different parts that make me, me. I am going to have to change my blog roll again because the blogs of interest keeps growing. I am currently torn between adding a bunch or splitting up a few in different categories. The problems are not everyone fits into a nifty category.

I am mean look at this blog, what category do I fit in?

I could go into specific examples on why this blog is this way or that way, I am declaring LIFE is the category. Now that I am done with myself it should be downhill from here, right?

I figure there is a heads, a tails, and that other side that is all ribbed or smooth. The side that seems to change from one type to another or evolves over time.

Either you just understood what I said or you didn't. Regardless, in the next few days I will be rearranging some stuff and changing the blog roll somehow.

Suggestions are welcome.

I Looked into the Mirror

Boy, am I ugly.

I made it.
It is 2008.

Yea. Can you feel the excitement pouring out my skin. The surreal, the bliss of it all. No?
Well, I watched the Air Force Academy get their asses handed to them by Cal Tech during the change over. There were a few cheers on another TV and those watching it, to which was a little humorous since we have a lag of five minutes out here on most programing that boasts a live show.
There some sort of revival at one of the DFACs which I didn't go, food topped my priority, so I ate instead. A few of the other SNCOs (Staff Non Commisioned Officers) got a burn permit(we do that out here too) and had a little fire. I stopped by, it just wasn't the same. It was hot and bright as fire is supposed to be, but there was something that just didn't feel right to me.

I am "happy"...we are ending our deployment soon. Until my foot touches American soil, my year is not over.

The End of 2007

Here we are at the end of 2007. What a year it has been. I don't want to reflect on the year, not because it was "oh so bad" or because I have been deployed for approximately ninety-seven point three, six, two percent of it. No, I want to reflect on the December 31st's that have transpired for me over my adult life. This post is my comparison.

I have had years where I was a designated driver for a people who didn't need a DD because they did drink anyway or for some who really needed a babysitter not a driver. I have had few while married, some were good, some were bad and one was bliss. I have had many alone. I have spent my evening in bars, bedrooms and bathrooms. There have been years when I was too drunk to make it and didn't see the ball drop. I have been on duty. I was in a bar fight once during the change over, it is one I would like to forget. I have had a new year celebration while on a ship while we were transversing the Adriatic Sea.

As the year changes over into the new year here, I will most likely be eating my lunch and if lucky a football game will be on in the DFAC. The day will transition into the next without skipping a beat and no change in the "feeling" of the day, month, year will actually take place.

While for me, tomorrow will be just another day; for you, may freedom ring.

Art, A One Part Series Set in Al Asad

In the left hand corner, it looks like it maybe the artist's name. In the right hand corner, I placed two bills for size comparison. You can see a happy pilot in the cockpit.

Liar's Dice

I have been tagged by DCup for seven untrue facts about yours truly. Of course this concoction has been derived from Splotchy. Was there a question in your mind? In addition, because I can't say no, literary genius aside, call it charity to the minds.

1) Yesterday morning I awoke with trumpets being sounded and was escorted to work on top of giant elephants covered in jewels and a processional of forty two jaguars that had a slight touch of gray in their coats.

2) The occasion was trumped when the President of the Federation of Planets arrived via her flying Yugo. She announced that she is stepping down to let me pave the way as the new PFP. I know you are all ecstatic about his new development.

3) My first act as the PFP was to decommission Mars. The Martians upon hearing the great news decided to send Earth a fission bomb as and act of kindness. Knowing full well that Earth is not big enough to handle a fission bomb, I plucked it out of the atmosphere while flying in my Yugo and ate it. The indigestion from the fission bomb was horrendous; luckily, for me China has developed a new antacid from lead that does the trick every time you eat a fission bomb from Mars.
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4) During lunch, news traveled fast of my appointment as the PFP, an assassination attempt was made on my life from the Plutonians. I saw them coming far ahead before they got to me, since Earth isn't filled with cartoon dogs. I gathered them up with the help of my right-footed trolls and put them in my trunk of my flying Yugo.

5) Mid-afternoon I received a medal of distinguished service as the PFP from the planet Saturn. It was presented for my long and illustrious service as a PFP.

6) Tired from the long day, I declared three in the afternoon official nap time and napped we did. I laid to rest atop my bed of elongated buffalo nickels enchanted with fairy dust. The fairy dust came from the fairy I have mounted on my wall of trophies. It is famous in thirty-four galaxies and a honorable mention in two universes.

7) After my nap, I borrowed Mathman's TARDIS, unfortunately it needed some maintenance and has left me stranded inside core of Mars, which I have decommissioned and unable to leave via the TARDIS. The Martians know this and have replaced my body on Earth with a Martian clone to take over the Federation of Planets and eventually decommission Earth.

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So since this is a tagging game, I tag:

Identity Mixed

Yearning For God*

Presbyfruit

Hot Cup Lutheran*

LadyBurg*

The Village Carpenter

Presbyterian Gal*

I figure since I had to come up with seven fibs which almost doubled my current tally, I would give this gift to seven others.

Who Are You?

I am know who I am.
Most of you know who I am.
Some of you think you know who I am.

Since we all know who I am please do not use my name, meaning my "real" name when commenting. I know you are talking to me because you are here, on my site, to read this discombobulated text written by me.

I know there is no point in being anonymous in this world, but let's pretend. Let us all pretend together. So then we can be merry.

You want to be merry don't you?
Great.

I am glad we are in agreement.

Now stop using my real name.



I mean it.

I may send my imaginary army of left footed trolls after you, if you do not heed my warnings.

Okay, then.

I Have Been Blessed

I truly do not think I qualifiy to be blessed and I shouldn't be the one blessing other people. You can read about me being a heathen here. But in the spirit of the gesture, the following is the roots:

The idea… it’s a game of tag with a difference, rather than looking inwardly, we look outside ourselves and bless, praise and pray for one blog friend. By participating in this endeavour we not only make the recipient of the blessing feel valued and appreciated, but we are having some fun too. We’re going to see how far the bloggin’ blessings can travel around the world and how many people can be blessed! Recipients of a bloggin’ blessing may upload the above image to their sidebar if they choose to. If you recieve a bloggin’ blessin’ please leave a comment on this thread here so that we can rejoice in just how many blessings have been sent around the world!

Steve, a blogsphere friend, has blessed me. To which, I can not thank enough.

I bless:
Rogue Gunner
Random Thoughts of an Aspiring Expat (Jan's daughter)
Inner Dorothy*

The above people/blogs all need a blessing. Whether they know it or not. Each have there own struggles with life and if grace can be wrought through them, then all can be well in the world.
I am supposed to say a prayer with my explanation, but I feel my explanation is my prayer.

So You Are About to be Deployed

So you're about to be deployed for seven, nine, twelve or fourteen months to some barren waste land on the other side of the globe with no Wally's World or Mic Dicks within MRAP distance. What can you bring to make your time more enjoyable?

I am so glad you asked, I have some suggestions. (The following are just that suggestions that worked for me or for the ones I work with. No guarantees on your experience.)

Condoms - No not for sex, because "no one here is allowed to have sex," condoms are great for stopping unwanted particles entering your rifle through the barrel or the magazine chamber when not outside the wire. Also, ladies, condoms help keep your vibrators stay nice and clean.

ID holder - I used the one in the link, but you may want to use an armband version, either way you will want to use something that is handy to carry your ID, a little cash, a key and can be secured to your person somehow.

M9 Holster - You can find some leather holster out here but you may want to find something that is more comfortable to you and your equipment. There are some who are content with what they were issued, most use an after market holster. The style in the link is the most common.

MP3 player - Whether it is an iPod or Zune or something else, tunes always make the day go by a little faster.

Video Game Consoles - If you are one that is not going to be outside the wire constantly, this is a good time waster. I brought a laptop, but almost everyone has something.

Alarm Clock - Just because some days you don't want to get up.

Ziploc bags - The "color seal" is nice to have and a kind of guarantee that it is closed. Ziplocs are handy all the time. It won't take long before you realize what a gem they are.

The three things I always deploy with are: a feather pillow, sleep mask, a cotton blanket. Call me crazy, but to me it is the essentials.

Good luck with your adventure.

The Center of the World

Sometimes I would like to think that I am the center of the world but I know better. Through some of my travels I made it to the Center of the World. I talk about it more here.

PresbyFruit & The Village Carpenter

The Village Carpenter & PresbyFruit sent me a nice care package with all sorts of goodies in it. Thank you both for the box. The card is awesome!
This is another example of how small the world is.

Top Ten Posts Read of the Year

The following is a list of what YOU, the reader, felt is the most interesting ramblings of a wretch like me. The numbers in parenthesis are number of hits for the last 365 days.)

10) I.Q. - December 6th, 2007 (75)

9) Five of My Favorite Gifts of All Time - November 27th, 2007 (84)

8) Letters - The Answer Expanded, Part II - November 30th, 2007 (86)

7) Green Bay Packers Tops My List - Semptember 1st, 2007 (101)

6) 1st Week Sergeant's Course - January 6th, 2006 (150)

5) Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious - September 07, 2005 (189)
(The title at the post redirects you elsewhere.)

4) How I Was Infected - December 11, 2007 (190)

3) The Marines' Hymn - November 9th, 2007 (210)

2) Quit Smoking: Day 3 - January 30, 2007 (265)

And the number one post:

1) Let me tell you about TPS Reports - June 07, 2006 (558)