A Day in the Water

Today was a blast. After work (I get off in the early hours of the morning), I went water skiing, boating, etc. About 7 people from my shop hit the water in two boats, two fast boats. First we went water skiing in the sound while the water wasn't too chopped up (same place I went kayaking w/ the parentals). I had no problem on two skis despite only having done it once before a LONG time ago. My first fall though didn't give much prospect to future children but I recovered. I felt it good, was able to get outta the wake, go side to side, all that jazz.

The second time I got out, after I fell, I was told I couldn't do two skis anymore and had to graduate to one. I was apprehensive at first but I gave it a try. The first time I got up, but wankered out due to the instability of the ski. I felt it though and the second time I was up til I let go. I gotta say it was a world of difference between 2 skis and one, I'll never use two again.

I might not be able to ski on snow here but on the water, especially on a single ski is very similar to ripping down a powder bowl....the water will suffice for now.

After skiing, our two boats raced to a place called crab island. Blasting through the oceans open water is a thrill, I never knew how much boats could fly. It was a rush. Crab Island is a place where people w/ boats go, anchor and just hang out. The water is about 2-4 ft deep and a couple hundred boats will all be achored there. While there we found plenty of sand dollars, tube worms, hermit crabs...and lil mini crabs who had a fetish for pinching me. They were to small to hurt, but they seemed to only go for me. I don't know why.

Anywhos, it was fun today...I cant wait to get back on the water skis...hopefully we can arrange something over the reunion...??? --here are a few pics

300...THIS IS SPARTA!!!!!

Ok, so I watched a particular movie today, we'll leave it unnamed for ...copyright, legal...etc issues. But it happened to be about ...lets say, 300 spartans battling to the death against the Iranian regime (PERSIANS) Unfortunatley, I never saw this movie in the theatre, buts its not on DVD yet, so I guess I got the 2nd best thing. Anywhos, I was amazed. For many reasons, not just the movie. First lets start on how I was able to see the movie when its not in theatres and not released on DVD yet.
Lets just say that a certain branch of the military felt a need to rid a few bad guys of their lives in a certain part of the world and some unamed aircraft were sent to take care of business and some anonymous people were sent along to assist in maintaining these anonymous aircraft and while in this unmentioned country certain unnamed movies were available for a relatively inexpensive cost and these unnamed people felt justified in purchasing this mysterious merchandise...and long story short, through the deaths of "bad men" I was enabled the oppurtunity..for...well, this blog I guess.
The movie was about 300 Spartans basically devastating every Iranian (Persian) soldier who came there way. For once Hollywood...you rock! One of the scenes that stuck out in my mind was the first battle scene. After the head Spartan speaks to the hunchback of...Sparta, on how they succeed on fighting as one, they defend their honor against those schizo Iranians (persians) by working as..an amoeba...(Coach Jack would be proud of them) They work as one in these movements, shields up, then 1 word and the men open up and kill tons of Iranians (persians) then close again in defense.
I thought this was awesome...it made me realize, that during basic training, when learning to march and move with 40 other people all at the same time, I was really LEARNING TO KILL IRANIANS (persians) It gives it all meaning and you wont ever hear me gripe about it again.
All and all the movie, which will remain unmentioned due to legalities revolving around it s true release date...WAS AWESOME! I just wish I could've seen it on the big screen. And yes, I enjoyed it despite the airbrushed six packs and veins...and everything else added to make the Spartans look more "manly". The Iranians (persians) got their butts kicked and I smiled the whole time.
If you ever happen to find a movie similar to my descriptions...check it out. It will be well worth your time.

Time to come clean

I like a Justin Timberlake song...SOMEONE SHOOT ME!!

Free Ball

I'm sure you can relate to this Eric. I stumbled across CV playing Brentwood in a volleyball game tonight on You Tube. CV got it handed to them but whatever...what really brought back memories was, not only they were at CV's gym, but at one point you hear a coach/spectator saying "FREE BALL, FREE BALL" To those who don't know the game well, this means it's your teams chance to bring the pain. Anyways, the outside hitter gets the set, and brings the pain.
It's hard not to remember playing, and as soon as that free ball came, the confidence was instilled inside of you so much that if you just get the set, its going down. Especially when I was hitting the 4 spot, that free ball would come, I would yell as loud as I could at the setter..."4,4,4!!!!" It didn't matter if the other team knew exactly where it's going, because you were going to get the perfect set...and the perfect kill.
I really need to play again, I forgot how much fun I had when I did play. REAL volleyball is amazing.
Anyways, just thought I would share that.

It's Summer!

Ok, the weather here throws me off everyday. Last week we were in the 80's everys day, yet rain came every afternoon. This week however was different. As I'd walk out my room before 6 in the morning, I'd be overwhelmed w/ the heat and humidity so early in the day. Today, the forecast was to be 92 w/ high humidity. Throughout the day...I suffered w/ the weather...but after work, a lightning warning was issued. I looked in the skies and saw no signs of any strange weather. I thought, well, the weatherman is seriously wrong today. But in fact, I was to quick to judge. About 2:00, the skies opened and the rain fell, but not only fell, it rained like no rain I've ever seen...only for a short while though.
After work my buddy wanted to hit the slackline, after dinner we headed out. There was a lil rain but it seemed the storm passed us and was just dying out. We proceeded to the lake...and on the way, the skies opened once again. It was to the point where I literally couldn't see 30 yards ahead of me.
We decided the storm was moving fast and we'd be in no danger as the lightning would pass along with the storm. We got to the lake, set the slackline and walked it. Then...BOOM, CRASH!! The lightning was overhead us and the skies opened up as if the God's flushed the toilet and forgot to close the drain onto earth. Nevertheless, we continued to walk between two trees, standing out as lightning rods as lightning and thunder lit the skies around us for at least an hour. To say the least...it was a rush, eevery time we got on the line, we were waiting for the storm to take us out.
It eventually passed by and we were alive...although we never expected that outcome. All and all, a storm like we saw today was something I never even believed was possible. It was amazing, and to be outside in it, tempting it to challenge us...was equally amazing.
It's June...how can the weather be so violent...I've got to say though, I love tropical storms. Bring the next one...I'll be on the line again, tempting that lightning to strike me down... but, I know its afraid of the wrath I will unveil the first time it tries to strike me.

Hooray for AAA

Alright, so Saturday night was almost the most embarassing first date moment I've had...I'll keep this brief, after Kayla and I had dinner in Destin and wandered the local sites, we headed out to the beach for a moon lit walk by the water. I parked on the side of Highway 98, pretty much in the middle of the two nearest cities. We had a good time and decided to head back to the car. I was parked in a sandy spot and I'm sure you got it already, I got stuck. Ya, I know I have 4 wheel drive but it didn't have a chance to engage because I only went a foot before being stopped by quicksand (thats what I'm going to say it was). Now I know basically how to get out of a quick stick like that but there was NO chance of saving the wheels from being buried to the axles here. After digging around the tires, trying again and repeating (feeling like a complete moron at this point), I finally admited... going against all male pride signals...that I was stuck. I expected her to be upset, or "like oh my gosh, I cant believe you like got us stuck like way out here..." But apparently while I was digging and trying to get us out, she was holding in laughter, not at me, but the situation. She got a kick out of it.

Fortunatley, I have AAA, (Thank you Mom a thousand times!!) I called for help, and they said it would be an hour. Normally on a first date that would not be what you want to hear...the immense possibilities for awkward moments is magnified beyond anyones desire to experience, especially at the end of a date, stuck in a car on the side of a highway. All and all, it turned out to be great, no awkward moments, no need for conversation the whole time, but enough to be fun, and not a single awkard feeling. So I guess it turned out a quite swell way to end the night.

Oh yeah, she especially had fun riding in the truck as it was winched out of the holes it was stuck in. I told her I actually planned this all out because I knew it would be fun for her to experience an off road recovery.

Thats my story and I'm sticking to it. I still feel stupid though, but sometimes stupidity can help.

Wheel chair man

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Cell Phones

The worst invention ever. Yeah its nice always having a phone, not looking for a pay phone then scrounging for change, then realizing your call costs 10 more cents than you have. But, you can be contacted EVERYWHERE! NO more excuse that you just weren't home and never heard the call. In the military, cell phones take away your weekend at the worst time.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was an idiot and picked up my phone in my pocket and now I got to be at work in 7 hrs on a Sat morning...we were having a great time but I got to ditch you."
Does that sound like a pathetic excuse to escape a date or what? I always swore when I was younger that I would never get a cell phone, but I fell to the relentlesss draw of modern Americanism, became a conformist, a victim, a sucker to the relentless draw of the corporations telling me how important it was to have a cell phone, to give up my freedom, my ability to completley escape anyone I have no desire to speak to. Now I pay the consequences, I suffer just like all who have fallen to this fake perception of the necessity of a cellular ball and chain. How nice it must have been in the old times to drive and not worry about a phone ringing, to be out having fun and not have to be on the short leash every time a vibration in your pocket was felt. For others to understand that they weren't being ignored if the ring suddenly turns to a voice mail recording.
Now, I'm required to always have that devil device with me so whenever the Air Force feels the need to bend me over and...take away the weekend, the only thing that allows my sanity to recuperate(?) from the BS they throw at me during the week, they're able to do it.

BOHICA !! (Bend Over Here It Comes Again)