Last post of my vacation........

  I have spent a lot of time writing posts in my blog and the private one jo set up for us.  I have found that writing in the blogs has helped me through some of the harder times.  It has allowed me to express myself and show a side of me that few of you have seen. (hell not sure if ive seen it before)   I am not sure If I will start another blog and continue to assault you all with my never ending posts.  Just about everyday I have spoken with about five of you on the messenger and I thank you for taking the time to talk to me it really did make the time go by faster. I am ready to get back to my family and friends.  So no tears or heartfelt sentiments here, it was an experience and lets just leave it at that.  Hope to see you all soon.(especially you Beautiful)

                                                                 Michael

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  well surprise once again I am sitting her late at night with lots on my mind. Im not sure what to write about I just know I have to talk to someone or im going to go crazy.  The online box of the messenger is empty and the firestation is like a ghost town.  I need sombody who understands me.  The one person that I know for sure will understand me and make this feeling go away is most likely sound asleep a world away.  I hate this feeling

Hey I have something to say here....umm ok maybe not

I am sitting here once again.  I have this feeling I can't get rid of, I feel like I have something important to say.  You have all read my attempts at writing, been subjected to my not so normal humor, and managed to navigate my grammar.  Since I have started this blog I have expressed things I didn’t know I had the ability too and learned things about people I may otherwise still be blind too. 

  I wake up each morning curious to what the day will bring me, what lessons I will be taught.  I tend look at things in a different light these days. The real meaning of a song, talking with my wife, (I mean really talking not just "how You doin") or trying to understand how I can make a difference.  When I joined the Air Force in December of 1995 I did not know that twelve years later I would be spilling blood and leaving tears in the sand of a foreign country.  I saw hope, change, and a chance to grow up.  I will be honest with you I did not join the military to defend my country but, I now have that feeling deep in my bones.  I believe in this country, freedom of speech, and the pursuit of happiness whatever form that may take for us. 

  Is what im doing here making a difference?  Only time, the quality of my children's lives, and the lives of those who we are living amongst and fighting with will tell.  I wish I had some profound new I idea or solution to benefit our society but I don’t. I am not a scholar or a General in command. In the grand scheme of things I guess I don’t have anything to say.  There are a few constants or sure things in my life.  The admiration and love I have for my wife who has taught me so much and gives me the strength to go on.  The hope my children will never have to experience what I have. I will gladly give my life for the protection of my wife,  my children, and yours. I guess when it comes down to it we all justify things in different ways.

 

People watching it's a sport

   People are funny animals.  The human animal has been known to jump to conclusions and make assumptions based on looks. The way a person dresses, skin color, and body language to name a few.  I have always been a people watcher and this drives my wife nuts.  It is part of my nature and has been embedded deeper in my personality and way of life the past few years.  I'm not going to lie I love to sit and watch people.  Give me a cup of coffee, some dark shades, and a good vantage point,  I can be content for awhile.  When I first started doing this (unconsciously I might add.  I never noticed my behavior until my wife pointed it out) I did not try to pick out certain races, religions, or lifestyles.  I was  just intrigued by the many different people that the cross section of America has to offer.  Now this may be seen as rude to some people but that was not my intention.  Different cultures have different styles, looks, and mannerisms.  If I have learned anything over the years from this sport if you will, it is tolerance and acceptance.

  From day one in the military it's like sesame street "one of these kids is doing his own thing, one of these kids is not the same".  We are trained to look for the things that don’t fit in or are out of place.  Nervous people, over/under dressed, bags left unattended etc.  It's a proven fact when 80% of bombings or shootings happen there was something out of place. If that one little thing that most people miss or overlook was detected lives could have been saved. I was prompted to write this post because of just such an incident the other day.  If it had not been for people watching and lure of a mocha that drew me too the coffee shop that morning things may be very different now.  The darting eyes, uneasy stance and some new shoes tipped me and a buddy off to someone ready to do some not so very nice things.

   So the next time you see the eyes of someone at your table wandering don’t automatically think they are profiling, singling out someone, or looking down upon someone.  When I enter a restaurant, club, or mall some very basic things are usually on my mind.  Try to find two exits, keep my wife and kids close, and stay  away from common danger areas.  I am not paranoid, or think there is some great conspiracy I'm just observant. Oh and I am  a freaking horn dog who loves to look at the buffet of titts and ass :)

The post it note.

It's midnight here in Iraq and as usual im sitting here at my computer finishing up the endless reports and paperwork it takes to keep a fire station running.  I have spent a lot of money over the years on PDA's, organizers, and fancy note books in the attempt to win the battle of clutter and disorganization. The fire house I manage consists of 22 firefighters, 10 fire trucks, 2 buildings and 2 tents worth millions of dollars.  Out of all the planners and gadgets I have bought over the years I currently use none, hell I cant even tell you where they are.  How do I keep everything running smoothly?  The Post It note. I currently have three stuck together on my computer monitor.

1. Sand bag removal
2. vehicle maint. Cards
3. training records
4. pick up bottled water for station
5. finish writing letters of evaluation
6. build stairs for dayroom
7. training reports
8. body armor inspection
9. speak at airman's council 17th
10. fix broken roof in bunk #5
11. get hair cut
12. brief fire chief on inspection program

Now out of all of these things on the three small post-it notes I have completed all but three today (fuck its my day off). I will throw out these three yellow sticky things and start fresh with those three on a new one tomorrow. Not really sure what the hell I was thinking when I started writing this. Oh yeah making a list of things has become a habit that Jonette got me started on with the silver book.  I will save the silver book for another post.

1. lay off the coffee
2. free energy drinks at the chow hall is bad.
3. Starbucks is evil.
5. figure out why my hands are shaking.
6. make more coffee

Give me coffee or give me death.....

  I am laying in bed next to the one I love and want to spend the rest of my life with.  My arms are wrapped tightly around her with my hands in hers pulled tightly up to her chest.  I think to myself how beautiful she is, how it makes me shiver when I touch her face. While I lay there gently stroking her face the alarm clock goes off. I run the tips of my fingers across her lips one last time and reach for the blaring alarm clock to turn it off.  When I hit the tiny button on the clock I realize im still a world away from her in Iraq.

  I climb out of bed and feel the coarse sand under my feet as they hit the floor. I make my way to the coffee pot and pour the last of the precious Starbucks coffee into the filter that has been used three times already.  It is 4am and roll call is not for another three and a half hours.  I anxiously turn on my computer hoping to see an email or her signed on to MSN messenger.  Nope no luck yet I think to myself as I start to sort through the twenty other emails I did not have time to get to last night. Catching myself saying out out loud "That's your fucking job" and "I sent that to you yesterday asshole" I close my email and pour a cup of coffee grab my ciggarettes and head out to the courtyard for the reason I wake up so early now.  Ahhh yes the quiet of the morning a cup of that strong black caffine goodness, a ciggarette and some time to myself.

  Looking around the courtyard I can feel the time ticking away. In another three hours the chaos will start again.  I have always worked good under pressure.  I am the worlds biggest procrastinator.  I will put off some things because I know that I produce my best work with pressure.  I even enjoy it most of the time but I am beginning to hate it.  The amount of pain, suffering, and blood have taken their toll on my mind and body.  I sit here hoping for a building fully engulfed in flames. I still love the feeling of the heat hitting me as I crash through a door.  In the back of my head though I know I will have to see and do things I would not wish on my worst enemy.  Oh well I think that is the reason ive been searching for, the reason im here. Who am I to question that? Is it fate? Hmmmm questions I will have to ponder on future mornings if the coffe does not run out.

 

 

If there is a hell.....

Tired no energy or emotion left to give.  Bloody hands.. Screams of pain.  Calling for mothers, wives, and girlfriends.  The sounds of explosions, gun fire, and sirens rattle my brain and nerves.  Thoughts of home, thoughts of Jo, and thoughts of seeing my children drift into my mind only to be driven out by the screams and explosions.  I'm not a religious person but if hell does exist it is here.

Hmmmmm......

Im sitting here at my computer not sure what to write about. It has been a few day's since I have written any posts.  Should I write about a experience I have had?  Maybe I could talk about my friends.  Im not really sure.  I know that there are four people on my mind all the time and I love them very much….

I have been here before....

  It was 3am and the portable radio next to my bed came to life for the seventh time this shift.  "Reported structural fire at the hazardous materials storage yard, west side units respond"  Waking up half way to the engine co.  I acknowledged the dispatch center " two-one copies, give me 2nd run structural, Tanker one-seven and a tanker from the east side.  Bunkered out and climbing into the cab of the engine co. I was confident, ahh fuck that I was cocky.  I had personally hand picked each member of my crew in who's hands I would be placing my life.

  My crew is the best I have seen in awhile. First there is my engineer SrA Ricky Yasutake aka "Bukaki" aka "Pretty Ricky" he can handle a rig like nobody's business.  Ricky can do the multiple Hydraulic calculations necessary to get me the water I need in 20 seconds. He looks like a octopus operating the pump hitting each switch with precision and opening each discharge effortlessly all while keeping track of the water coming into the rig and going out. Then we have my #1 hand lineman SrA Nick Crucet aka "lunchbox" aka " the Cuban refugee" he is built like a gorilla on steroids and can handle a fire hose with the skill of a $2 dollar whore sucking cock.  Last but not least is my #2 hand lineman SrA John Reinoehl aka "Rhino".  Rhino thinks on his feet and adapts to any situation quickly without second guessing himself.  When I look at John I see my cocky know it all self 10 years ago.

  Emergency lights blazing and air horn cutting through the morning silence I think to myself is this what I think this is?  Weeks prior we did pre-incident surveys and the Haz-mat storage yard was a mess. The chemicals and substances stored there were not cataloged and tracked like in the states.  We knew if we had a fire here it would be a battle.  We rounded the corner and a mile away I could see the flames penetrating the dark sky broken up by explosions.  Wind direction, temperature, humidity and a few hundred other factors were racing through my mind.  "Ricky get me up wind and prepare for two 1 3/4" lines with a deck gun".   "Nick your lead line, Rhino your back up and exposure protection"  Looking back at them slight nods from each told me they knew exactly what I wanted.  The sound of the air brake being engaged let me know Ricky was in the right spot.

  I jumped out of the cab with the weight of  75lbs of gear bearing down on me.  I hit the switch on my air mask, breathed deeply and headed towards the front of the truck where Nick had pulled our 150ft attack line off.  I looked nick in the eyes gave him a quick nod and he nodded back now it was time for fun.  I felt the 175psi of water start to fill the hose line and smiled.  The heat from the 1k plus degree fire hit me hard trying to find a way into my perfectly donned bunker gear.  We attacked the 50ft flames like NFL linebackers.  A explosion knocked Nick and I back about 5 or 6 feet. A split second after the explosion I felt the protective cover of the engine companies deck gun putting out 800 gallons per minute enclosing us in a cocoon "Thank you Ricky !"   Nick dug in and headed into the fire more determined than before. Rhino pushed his way up to us with the second attack line and we were a invincible team now.  We fought through the smoke and flames from the lead acid batteries, miscellaneous chemicals, and the wooden structure that was now on the ground for over thirty minutes.  That thirty minutes felt like a lifetime.  The heat had stolen every last ounce of energy from us.  The fire was now out and back up crews had arrived from the other side of the base.  We turned our hoses over to the fresh crews and headed back to the engine.  When I pulled my mask off the smell of lead acid and charred wood hung in the air. We sat on the tail board of the engine drinking water like it was our last drink.  The medics were taking our vital signs while other firefighters pealed off our gear.  We did not say a word, we just looked at each other and nodded.  We had won today's battle.

 

Jessica

I met Jessica yesterday.  She is a cute 22 year old girl from a small town in Texas.  I  only talked to her for a hour but feel like I've known her for much longer.  Jessica told me stories of the small town in Texas that is not even on the map.  I learned how she dropped out of college to join the ARMY.  I listened to the passion for her job as a vehicle supply troop.  I heard the hint of anger in her voice when she told me she has been in Iraq for 12 months. We teased each other.  She said so how do you like it in the Chair Force ? (Army's little nickname for us.) I called her a ground pounding bullet sponge. I will never forget that laugh.

  I held her hand troughout this conversation.  Jessica was hit by a Humvee and drug for 300 feet.  Her body was bloodied and broken.  I did the best I could to stop the bleeding and support her broken limbs with the Army medic on that long ambulance ride to the combat hospital.  When we backed up to the hospital emergency room Jessica was unconcious.   I do not know if she is alive or dead.  She did nothing to anybody.  Why am I here?

She told me a secret...

As we sat on that bench in Hawaii so many years ago she told me a secret.  I am not sure what it was about me that made her confide in me but she did.  She sometimes teases me about forgetting a birthday or event.  I remember more than she knows.  I remember the feel of her hand in mine, the feel of her soft skin with the tear running down her face, The warmth and security of her arms around me.  I can even remember the smell in the air that night when I close my eyes. 

  I was asked the question tonight if I remember when I fell in love with my wife?  My answer was which time.  I have fallen in love with her many times.  The first time I saw her,  When we sat on that bench,  When she gave birth to my daughters.  I am amazed that I am still learning her inside and out.  Each time I learn something new I fall in love with her even more than the last time.  She has taught me many things.  To love, patience, understanding to name a few.  She has even taught me lessons that I did not want to learn but looking back am thankful she did.  I really don’t know if this is makes any sense to you but it does to me.           

  I have so many thoughts running through my mind right now I don’t think 100 blogs could hold them all. She is such a intricate person that sometimes I feel so simple in comparison.  As I sit here feeling the pain in my leg from the iron beam that fell on me today it is minuscule compared to the feelings of love and friendship that are running though my body and soul.  Sometimes I don’t know how to express myself in the right way.  I think writing down exactly what is on my mind at that exact moment has been working well for me lately.  I wish I could hold her hand, touch her face with that tear running down it and feel the emotions of that night again.  I felt special like we were the only two in the world.  I love you Jonette.

Music to my ears...

   Ah yes power tools.  I didn’t know the difference between a table saw and a screw driver when Jo and I got married.  When we moved to Wyoming I slowly started to accumulate power tools and woodworking stuff.  I will admit at first most of the stuff I made ended up looking like it belonged in the Little Rascals club house. When Jo started playing WOW I began spending more and more time in the garage coming up with things to build and reasons to buy more tools.  It was relaxing for me.  I looked at my talented wife who can sing like nobody's business, play the guitar like a pro, and do a hundred other creative things.  Me all I knew was firefighting. I lived, breathed,  and was firefighting.  Once I started woodworking I found something I could do that I felt was mine.

   So over the years I have come to enjoy doing things with my hands (to the surprise of my wife I did not lose a hand or any fingers in a power tool accident)  To this day I love the feel of walking into the Home Depot and browsing the thousands of tools I probably don’t need.  The things that run through my mind are like a movie. I see the stacks of lumber and think man I could make some new shelves, a table, fix the wood trim in the living room. I know Jonette really does dread the calls from me while im at the hardware store begging her to let me  buy this saw or that sander.  She usually does give in to my requests ( or as she calls it whining).  So for all the "no baby it looks good", "Ok go get the stuff you want at the hardware store",  I thank you Jo.  You have let me pursue a hobby that has cost thousands of dollars.  While allowing me to do so you have let me enter that little world of mine where the saw dust fly's and the sound of the finish nailer is music to my ears.

  There is a reason I am making this post.  Here in Iraq we do not have the luxury of running down to the wal-mart to pick up lawn furniture or the put together computer desks.  When I arrived I was happy to see a tool room full of the stuff dreams are made of. Dewalt, craftsman and an variety of other very nice tools.  Along with these tools is the endless need for chairs, tables,and many other projects.  I have made a lot of really cool stuff in the few weeks I have been here. And yes to my amazement they have turned out very nice.  I even got a commanders coin from our squadron commander for making him a set of patio chairs.  So Jonette  for allowing me to be myself I say thank you. 

Friends...

     I have called many people friends over the years but what does that really mean?.  I have worked with several hundred people in my career as a firefighter.  At one point or another I considered at least half of those my friends.  Have I heard from them lately?  Have I tried to contact them?  No.  Out of that several hundred I still talk to maybe 20 or so. Now I am not some cold hearted grinch. I have many friends outside the fire service. I am just using firefighters as a example.  Now your asking your self so what's the point of all of this?   I think the term friend is over used and taken for granted. 

  I know a guy here in Iraq that is from my base back in Vegas.  I have known him for a year or so.  He works in the plumbing shop.  Yesterday he stopped by my fire station with some of his co-workers to borrow some fire hose for a project.  I gladly walked out to the storage rack and pulled a few sections of hose off the rack for him.  He told his co-worker on the way out to the truck that we go way back and that I had always come through for him.  I told him to just shoot me an email when he was done with the hose and I would come by to  pick it up. He then asked me what my email address was.  This confused me.  In the military your email address is your first name/last name / command/.af.mil and we all know this fact of life in the military,  kind of like you know you will get the police when you dial 911. He apologized that he did not know my first name.  I had talked to paul at least three times a week for the past year. I have met his wife and done him a dozen favors.  I was not mad, upset or offended.  It just surprised me that is all. 

  Right now as I sit at the computer here in Iraq I am talking to two people over the instant messenger.  I have known them for about a year also.  Every morning Ryan greets me with a "HI buddy how are you doing?" " How are you today Mike?"   My wife and daughter's also talk to him frequently.  He is the kindest down to earth person I know.  The other person im talking with is Geoff.  I talk to him at least two or three times a week.  He just told me that he is sending a care package to me in Iraq.  I have had some in depth conversations about some very personal things with him.  I enjoy talking with these two very much.  They are two very close friends, almost family. Oh and did I mention I have never met either one of them in person.  I met them both playing a online video game.  Just something to think about…... 

 

Not a care in the world.....

  Do you remember the games you used to play with your friends when you were a kid?  Games like hide and seek,  Army men,  or my personal favorite Ninjas!  My brothers and I would dress up in Ninja costumes and run around the neighborhood.  We would jump over bushes, Scale the old creepy neighbors wall and walk across it while his dog barked at us.  We did not have a care in the world.  We did not know about bills, relationships, or war. We were free from responsibility to immerse ourselves in our own little world.

  Today for an hour ten people brought together by war had not a care in the world.  My Engine Co. had the pleasure of training with some of the best medics the Army has to offer.  We sat together in a small class room in Iraq.  We learned the skill of administering I.V's.  For those of you that don’t know this involves sticking large needles into injured and sick peoples veins so that fluids and medication can be place directly into the bloodstream.  The portion of the class today lasted 5 hours.  After the class was complete for the day one of the medics invited us for a BBQ.  They had flown T-bone steaks in from Germany on the med-evac flight.  So of course being firemen we gladly accepted the chance to eat a good meal and bull shit with the medics.

  We sat and ate our steaks quietly.  After we ate we talked back and forth laughing, one upping each others stories of Firefighting and Medical response's.  Then something happened that changed the whole mood of the occasion.  A young female medic came running our of the ER with two bottles of water.  I could tell by the look on her face she fully intended to empty them over the medic next to me. Yup I was right and very wet.

  That one event started a chain reaction.  For the next hour we chased each other around dumping water on each other.  The super soakers showed up and we were out gunned so of course we pulled the fire truck around and thoroughly soaked them all.  I had just met the guy who tackled me to the ground. The girl who jumped on my back and poured water down my shirt I had not known hours earlier. For one hour We had not a care in the world...

A lot of time to think....

 
Well folks here is the post I was talking about earlier.

I had not slept in 24 hrs as I heard the 0600 wake up call come across the radio.  I typed the last line of the award package I was working on and hit send.  I thought to myself it is way too quiet for being right next to the busiest airfield in the world.  I stepped outside and was welcomed by the rising sun.  I could hear a few birds chirping then it went dead silent again that kind of eerie silence like in the movies just before somebody gets stabbed from behind.  The silence did not last long.  I heard the thump thump thump a squadron of CH-47 helicopters coming in low to the ground, as they passed less than 100ft over my head I thought to myself I hope the injured troops they were carrying would hold on long enough to make it to the combat hospital.

  After thinking about the helicopters for a minute longer I decided it was time to make coffee and head to the shower.  With the coffee brewing I walked the 30 or so steps to the shower.  I was in the shower for what felt like 10 minutes but the clock back in my room told me a half hour.  I quickly put on a freshly pressed uniform.  Im not sure what it is about and clean uniform that makes me feel good but it does.  After staring and the picture of my beautiful wife for a minute I grabbed my cup of coffee and walked out in to the courtyard for the second time this morning.  Sitting on the bench I lit a cigarette and thought to myself I should quit.  My mind then wandered back to the picture of my wife on the computer. The silence was back.  Looking across the courtyard I saw the large pile of gear bags from the new firefighters I was huddled in the bunker with hours earlier and wondered if they knew what they were in for.  As I was sitting there 4 or 5 people walked by nodded their heads at me and said "morning Tech sergeant" "how's it going sarge"  "long night huh sarge looks like you need that coffee"  I could not tell you their names my mind was still on my wife and kids. 

  I lit another cigarette but this time I was sitting on the front of the pumper watching the people and cars go by in front of the station.  Then it kind of hit me.  I'm not sure where it came from or why but I realized the firefighters I was about to call to attention for roll call were looking up to me.  They depended on me to make decisions that if made wrong could impact their lives, their families lives. Feeling tiny and cocky at the same time I jumped of the front of the pumper leaving my coffee cup behind.  "STATION TEN HUT!.. At ease for roll call" another day begins how it will end I don’t know.

  Ok so I have gotten a few blog posts under my belt now.  I am really starting to enjoy writing.  When I was back in high school I took a creative writing class and really enjoyed it.  Since I have been in the military I have not really had the opportunity to write other than in structured Air Force ease.  My wife started a private blog for us before I left for Iraq.  The other day I was pushing 30 hours without sleep and was writing an email to her.  I started writing and after a paragraph I realized it was in more of a journal type format almost like I was talking to myself.  So I kept writing and before I knew it I had written a page.  I posted it to our private blog and went back to work.  A few hours later she sent me a Instant message and told me it would be her favorite post for along time. I'm not sure why but im still kind of shy about other people reading what I have to say.  Will they like it? Think its funny? Or totally misunderstand what im trying to say. I have not decided if im going to post that entry here or not. But anyway on with "That guy"

  Ok I know you have all seen the beer commercials. The guy who steals the last beer, takes the last piece of pizza, or shows up with generic beer is "That guy".  I have been in the fire department for 11 years now and "that guy" is everywhere.  He is the guy that does something wrong, offensive, or inconsiderate over and over and over and over. He is the guy who hides when there is work to be done. He is the guy who is always the last one on the fire truck.  He is the guy who never takes a shower.  Ok im going to side track for a minute.  In the fire department we are pretty brutal when it comes to making fun of people, teasing, and hazing.  So you can imagine the last thing you want to do if you cant take a joke is to tell everyone what your weakness is. We will open the wound as big as we can and pour salt inside then trample all over it. The point is if you have a weakness and cant take the teasing what ever it is you will become that guy.

  Now all of this may sound a little harsh to the normal person.  We are anything but normal people.  We work long hours in most cases 24hrs on and 24 off. We spend more time with the people we work with than our families.  We put our bodies through physical punishment that would make most people cry.  We see the horrors and the true evil of society every day. Making fun of each other and teasing is not only part of our culture its how we relieve stress sometimes. Ok now I bet you are asking what the hell does this have to do with that guy.  If you have bothered reading this far I will tell you about the last.

  "That guy usually only comes out on deployments like the one im on now in the middle east. On rare occasion you will see him around your fire house in the states too. That guy is always pissed off and short with others.  That guy is usually on the morale phone or writing a email. That guy is not only stressed out from being in a combat zone but is worried about what his wife/girlfriend is doing.  That guy's wife just told him she wants a divorce.  That guy just found out she is cheating on him.  That guy's mind is somewhere else and not on the job at hand. That guy could get me killed. I feel sorry for that guy and pissed off cause he missed a symptom on a medical call and almost killed somebody, He didn’t put his bunkers on right went down leaving me alone in a building full of smoke and fire.  Ok once again if you have bothered to read this far you are most likely asking yourself what the hell does this have to do with the beer commercial.  Well I will tell you. I am not that guy….

  I have been married to my wife Jonette for 9 years now. Im not saying we are perfect we have our fights and issues like everybody but we do one thing that a lot don’t do enough of and that’s talk to each other.  My wife is my best friend, my lover, and the mother of my 3 beautiful daughters. If something is on my mind I tell her.  If she if bugged by something she asks me about it.  Now sometimes I have to pry it out of her but we have always gotten to the bottom of the issue made up and went to the bedroom and screwed each others brains out for a hour or two.  Once again we are not perfect by any means but I am not sitting here in Iraq worried about what she is doing, where she is going, who she is talking too. Im not saying commuication is the only part of our relationship or it is the cure all but it is a big part of ours. She is a individual and my best friend….. So I hope you enjoyed reading my rambling.  Im going to go smoke and grab a energy drink while spell checker is running for the next 15 min…Talk to you later

 

Spell check....

I was reading an article online yesterday that said one of the least used features of a computer is the spell check. I know jo is laughing her ass off right now but seriously I really think I confused the spell checker with my last few posts..... oops almost forgot to spell check :)

cya

Michael

First things first....

Let me clear up a few things before we get started. 1. My vacations is courtesy of uncle sam and the travel agent sent me to the middle east. 2. I'm really new to blogging my wife started one so we could keep in touch while I'm gone and now I think I'm hooked. 3. If you are looking to read some really insightful stories formatted in perfect grammar you better find another blog. ( I recommend my wife's)

OK now that we have that out of the way I will try to come up with some blogtastic stuff to keep you entertained. Like I mentioned above Im new to this so be patient. Well thats all I have for now. Talk to ya later

Michael