Monday, November 27, 2006

Thanksgiving Recap


What a weekend.

To start with, I had picked up whatever disease Princess had gotten from school and spread it throughout the house. Cowboy used to get sick all the time, probably since he was born so small. Conversely, since Odie was the first fully-cooked monkey, he hasn't been sick at all in the last 8 months. Well, that changed this weekend. We thought he might have croupe for a little while, but he was just sick. Like sleep no more than 20 minutes at a shot sick. Made for an interesting weekend.

Cleaned the house. Almost completely. We were way over our weight limit with the last move, to the tune of $1200 that we had to pay back to the military. Our mission in life is to slim down so much that it's no longer a factor.

Bought Daughtry's new CD. I am by no means an American Idol fan, but the one show I watched last season had this guy on it and he absolutely rocks. Not sure why he was booted--his music (and the CD) are just awesome. Go buy it. Now.

Managed to survive the weekend with only a pound or two gained. That's huge. We actually ran--twice. I feel horrible for SW, because no matter how hard she tries she isn't losing a pound.

Went to see "Happy Feet." It wasn't what I expected, but it was still a very good movie. Pretty political for an animated flick. Great music, though.

That's about it. All in all a good weekend.

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Friday, November 17, 2006

Bathtime Monkey Business


Who says toys don't have minds of their own?




Photo Update



This is the "kid crowd" from the visit we had at Odie's baptism (minus the infants). We had a total of 10 people in the house at once--first time we've managed to get everyone to come by the Lucky Ranch at the same time. With the Arizona heat, these pumpkins were mush in about 24 hours.










Here's the whole crowd at Ben's baptism. How do you like me and Cowboy's first suits?









The monkies in their halloween outfits. Princess was a pirate and Cowboy was his latest rage, a Power Ranger. They both won "Best Costume" in their classes. Of course, Princess lost a lot of her acessories that day at school, so we had to improvise for the actual trick-or-treating.









This is just a foray into my photography skills. Until I get a better camera this is about as good as it'll get.














He has to be the most photgenic kid I've ever seen. And to think we were scared off from the modelling agency by a bunch of skinny teens practicing their "walk down the catwalk" in the lobby outside the reception area.






Cowboy the first time he put his sparring gear on. I've written a lot about his endless pursuit of joining "Black Belt CLub," in which he gets to spar, on my other blog. To say that he was excited about getting in is an understatement. The gear is too big for his little body--he's the smallest in the class--but he has held his own so far.





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So Long, Spanky


We lost a member of our family last night.

Spanky was a chinese pug that my wife had with her in her early days in the Air Force, and then passed on to her mother when she was assigned to Germany, where we met. He was an ornery old bastard, but was loved very much by my wife and mother-in-law. He lived a long life--making it all the way to 16 years. In the past year or so his health has been on a steady decline, and it took a big turn for the worse in the past month. We've been expecting him to go any day, and he died in his sleep last night.

He's probably marking his territory in dog heaven right now.

We'll probably replace him, as he was Koda's best friend. Hopefully with a dog that was a little less ornery and one that gets along with me and the monkies.

Rest in peace, puppy. You'll be missed.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Emphasis


You ever notice how what you emphasize in a sentence can completely change its meaning?

"I didn't screw your sister."

"I didn't screw your sister."

"I didn't screw your sister."

"I didn't screw your sister."


Christmas List


I'm ready to get once of these.

The camera I got when I got back from the desert just sucks, and it doesn't make me feel any better that I spent $290 to get iut. I read Photographica all the time, and have always been jealous of the pictures that people can take with SLR cameras--it's just that $1000 price tag kinda gets in the way. It doesn't help much that I'm in a tug-of-war with our decade-old credit card debt that I'm hoping to have paid off by the time we leave Tucson. I think this is one lusting that will have to wait.

For Christmas I think I'm going to get my Ring again. This is considered the most prized posession of any Citadel grad, and mine was lost in the mail by UPS (U People Suck) a few years ago. That was the Ring that I was given in Summerall Chapel in October of 1993, surrounded by my brothers with tears in my eyes. It became a matter of principal for me to not replace it, since I considered it irreplaceable. But I miss it--real bad. So I think it's time. I'm going to send the paperwork off this week.

The sad thing is that I see these on eBay all the time, either by scumbags that find Rings (in say, a UPS warehouse) or by disgruntled grads who need money.

I wonder if it will settle the dreams that I have once a week of being back there. I am a little excited because Montgomery (if it's still there after the tornados yesterday) is only seven hours away from Charleston. Maybe I can go there for Parent's weekend or something and show the monkies the inside of the barracks. The last time I set foot on the campus there was the day I graduated.


Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Jackster's Blog


My nephew has a blog.

Granted, he's only 8 months old--but the kid can write for someone so young.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Issues


I truly do miss blogging. Trouble's disappearance from the blogosphere (relocation, actually) was a slight wakeup call for me. I used to have so much to talk about, and now the only stuff that goes on around my life these days is family stuff that I don't really care to share with the world.

Politics? It makes me sick to my stomach and I feel as if I'm just rehashing old arguments. Daily I am flabberghast that these overpaid, overrich buffoons are running our country.

Military? Ok, that's going relatively well recently. The job I have is still kind of rediculous, but the future is certainly bright right now. It's looking like the family will be going with me, mother-in-law included.

Tae Kwon Do? Still going well--but I started a whole blog on that subject by itself.

Writing. I have had a novel, or at least a god story, buried away for so long. I read Paperback Writer and am jealous beyond reason that she can do that. Honestly, I can feel characters in my head trying to get out. I just don't have a story to let them.

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Wednesday, November 1, 2006

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Air Command and Staff College


Yesterday I got an email that changed my life and its direction forever.

In order to progress in the Air Force, the system requires that you check certain boxes along your career. One of those boxes is to become an Instructor Pilot in a major weapon system--in my case, the C-130. My first C-130 assignment was to Yokota Air Base, in Tokyo, Japan. To those of you that have been reading for a while, you know that my tour in Japan was miserable, and I cashed in every chip I had to get out of there and come back to the US. I had an instructor school slot for the summer of 2001, in my last year at Yokota. At the same time they were looking for volunteers to go teach at Pilot Training. I turned my slot in, left the box unchecked, and left Japan.

The last thing my assignment officer told me was that he hoped I udnerstood that I would never be promoted above the rank of Major.

The following three years were the best of my career. I not only excelled as an instructor, but I loved it with all of my heart. I quickly advanced through the ranks of command in the squadron, and left there after three years as a Major to go do my staff tour at my current assignment. By taking the staff job, I ensured that I would never fly the C-130 again, and that box would never get checked.

Another box to check is called "Developmental Education." During your years as a Captain, you are required to attend Squadron Officer's School, a five-week course at Maxwell Air Force Base in Montgomery, Alabama. Another option is to do it in correspondence, but those who do that are rolling the dice on making Major. For the most part, pilots are guaranteed a slot to attend the course in residence. Those who go generally are promoted, those who don't have a shot, but it is considerably less than those who go in person. When you become a Major, your next Developmental Education course is Air Command and Staff College. I completed mine in correspondence almost immediately, because the chances of me going in residence were so small (due to my lack of an Instructor qualification in the C-130) that I was hoping getting it out of the way would increase my eligibility for Lieutenant Colonel. I applied for acceptance to the full ten-month college, but those slots are usually reserved for "fast burners" who are on their way to Colonel ranks. Without the IP box checked, and without the in-residence box checked, my chances of promotion were about 10%.

My current job is a career graveyard. Over the past two years I had come to accept that I was at the pinnacle of my career, and that my next assignment would likely be my last. I came into work yesterday after taking a week off to celebrate Odie's Baptism and checked my email.

I worked backwards, for some reason, from the most recent to the oldest. As I plowed through the 100 or so emails, I kept coming across congratulatory messages from friends I hadn't heard from for a while. I sped up, and eventually found what they were talking about. It was an email from the Air Command and Staff College.

I got in.

The promotion rate to Lieutenant Colonel for pilots who have graduated from ACSC is 98%.

In one email my career went from being pretty much over to pretty successful.

There are catches, of course. It is a 10-month class. You get a Master's Degree at the end of it. You have to learn how to speak a foreign language. And you have to live in Montgomery, Alabama. I have a wife and three kids.

I really don't have a burning desire to shove my kids into a school for one year, nor do I feel like forcing SW to give up her job here and move into an apartment for a year. So it's starting to look like they'll stay here while I go to school. We're still not quite sure how that will work out.

I don't know how, in a million years, I got accepted. I put my chances at about one in a hundred when I applied. There are questions as to what will happen afterwards--as to whether or not I will be flying again or be a staff weenie for the rest of my career.

But for now--I'm pretty friggin' happy.