Freedom of Religion

Here's a recent law suit against the Army\Air Force for forcing people to adopt a Christian viewpoint. This one I'm a little torn on. For the most part I don't believe that the military "forces" any one to adopt any religion. Christianity is definitely the flavor of the day and is ingrained a little more than you'd see in any civilian workplace. It's not uncommon for chaplains to be at events and say a prayer. It's never a Jewish or Wiccan, you know? What little time I spent w\ the Army, they tend to bring up God a little more in their speeches\pep talks. It's not a big deal and no one is "forcing" anything. Most religions are covered as far as actual worship is concerned and I don't believe that anyone would be punished for trying to organize a non-Christian study group unless it was at a stupid time\place that conflicted with the needs of the Army\Air Force...which counts for everything you do. I wonder about the appropriateness of predominately Christian speakers though. Why NOT have a Muslim...what ever?

Foiled

Police make mistakes too. They raid a dudes house. Dude freaks out and starts shooting at them. Long story short they were at a wrong house and the guy was trying to protect his family. Big misunderstanding and when they got done everyone had a big hug and laughed about it over a nice cup of hot chocolate.

The part that I think is awesome is the dude fired three shots and landed a center of mass and a head shot. Now the police weren't hurt (thanks to their gear), but still. It's dark and you're scared and BLAM BLAM BLAM...three reasonably dead people. Good job.

*fart*

Been a few days...no excuses :)

Not really a lot of stuff going on. Last week was a bit of a trip. We had *the last one I'll organize* PT challenge. It was large\elaborate\challenging\time(all) consuming. Non-appreciative mother fuckers. I spent 50 bucks on parts, a full day worth of putting shit together, trial runs, blah blah blah.....complaints and whining. I hate ALL of you people. Of course when they finished a few people had some positives...about 50/50 really. That'd normally satisfy me if it wasn't for the investment on my part to make the fucker work.

Then I finished my JCU application. THAT was an ass pain. We don't have a US computer\printer in my office so I have to walk across base to work on it. We can't use USB sticks so I have to e-mail the (18pg) form between accounts...which you can't go from .int to .mil for some reason so it went through the yahoo account. Then the formatting gets wonky going from office 2000 to 2003 so I had to fix it every transfer time. Print it out...of course they don't trust you with paper so you have to ask for X amount of sheets. Then you find a problem...print it again....start it up the chain...they find a problem...work on it at your desk...mail...mail...walk...format....ask for paper....print....format...ask for paper...print...turn it in....work on it from the desk...walk...format...ask for paper......oh Jesus I want to kill myself

Then you get questions. Normally questions aren't a big deal. In a situation like this it is because neither side really knows what the fuck they're talking about so it's annoying. "What will you do?" "Dunno" "What do you mean?" "They're combat com, small radio support. I'll have a radio\sat on my back and run around." "What else" "I don't know" "You need to find out" You need to sign my god damned form that I worked on for the past 3 days ass hole. I've never done that job before and I really don't know what it means. I suspect what ever the fuck it is that I'll need to know, they'll educate me on. Yes I know that it's dangerous. Yes I "do" want to do it. No, I don't really care if I make it. No, I don't give a shit about the Air Force or what I do in it. I've been good to it, it's been good to me, we're even. Now sign my fucking form.

I had to set up a meeting for a guy that's going to be kicked out of the service for being too fat. Not really a big deal BUT the one side doesn't bother hooking up their PC or phone...or know what they're doing. So I walk to their office...get their story...tell my commander...get his story...go back to the HAWC....they changed their mind...go back to the commander...go back to the HAWC. I get it set up...then my boss schedules and appt for the same time with our repair guy...and leaves. I'm 30min late for the fucking appt. You fucking bitch.

School is a trip. This is the first time that there's a 50/50 on the pass\fail. I'm taking American History to 1877, and African American History to 1877. White people history is OK. It's time consuming but not a big deal really. Black people history is a BITCH. 300+pgs of reading and really detailed writing assignments...and frequent. 6 weeks into the 8 week class the prof starts handing out feedback which consists mainly of "you suck". Ouch. I don't think the prof actually read what she wants us to read and work with because the books don't seem to support the questions and the questions are bizzare. I have no idea about modern black family structures...and the class isn't on modern black families...and you need to go fucking die...after you give me my 75+ so I don't have to take this class again.

My mother in law is here starting her 6wk stay. She's a nice woman but I don't have the $$ or the desire to entertain her for a month and a fucking half.

To top that all off, I think I'm on my period. None of this shit is a big deal but it's getting to me. A lot of things are getting to me that shouldn't be. And I don't have any beer....Daddy wants his baa baa.

Eww x2

2 posts down you see that my wife has a big ass "extra hole" in her stomach. Well that's pretty much better. Now it's just a "little ass extra hole". The weird thing was that the doctor called last night (at 9'a'fucking clock) "Hi, this is doctor X. I uhhh, wanted to check on Melissa. Yeah, uhhh, we got the results back from the test. Yeah, it's a very rare bacterial infection that's resistant to medication....people died...blah blah blah"

Yeah, well, she's fucking fine now! Fortunately she's not dead. That would suck.

Hatton VS. Mayweather

I probably spelled both of their names wrong. Don't figure they'll mind too much.

I got the chance to watch that fight on replay Sunday. Pretty amazing. I've never seen Mayweather fight before or Hatton for that matter, fuck, I'm not a real "boxing" kind of guy when you get down to it...anyway Mayweather was impressive. He didn't do too much for the first 7 rounds, he won several of them but you couldn't really say he was "active". 8+ he started throwing the jab and a combo here and there. Round 10, it was over. Crisp and clean. Really precise. Truly impressive.

*sigh*

One of the hardest parts of dealing with people in a public setting is "dealing with
people in a public setting". No one likes criticism. It's a legitimate struggle to separate yourself from the situation and realize that people aren't attacking you (unless they are) and possibly not even even saying something bad about your actions. They're simply stating an opinion, it may be legitimate or may be born of ignorance but at the end of the day it's just what they think. People will judge the criticism and your reaction to it so there's value in not loosing your cool and loosing the group\audience simply because you loose sight of what's truly important at that moment. I'm fortunate in that I'm "legitimately attempting" to reign in my tendencies towards freaking out and that I'm surrounded by people that don't mind taking the brunt of it when I fail in those attempts. Behavior change is a difficult thing, but I'm working on it...baby steps...every day is baby steps.

Eww

My wife has this nasty ass sore on her stomach. Freaky shit. All open and pussy, black and red and "wow". Apparently she had a compress on it and when she took off the compress all the infected "what ever the fuck it is" came out at the same time and left this massive freaking crater in her stomach. It's a big ass hole. I mean you could stick your finger in there to the knuckle.

She went to the doctor who didn't seem phased. She doesn't seem concerned. I'm creeped out. Freaky shit man. A person is only supposed to have so many holes. It's the natural order of things. I wonder how it'll effect her resale value?

Why?

Why do you make me lie to you? Is the question I asked myself while I'm waiting to do my annual physical. Do you eat your vegi's\fruit, eat too much meat, drink too much....blah blah blah. "I would never take vitamins or supliments" I say....lots of yoga and stress free....oh yeah I LOVE the swiss ball. Now sign my damn form so I can leave. I don't like lying but I hate the explanations that they give when you tell the truth even more. They get all judgmental on you and the little fart aid pretends that they know what they're talking about and hand you the stack of pamphlets.

It lets you know how little interest in health that they actually have. I'm not the smartest cat in the pack but I have a pretty decent idea of how not to die early because of nutrition\exercise failings. These guys...not so much. I've little doubt in my mind that they know far more about genital warts and fevers than I do so it's not a complete lack of respect for their knowledge.

Poor Guy

I'm feeling bad for the boss. Not my female NATO boss, or my direct US boss, my one step up on either direction boss. He's been put in a bad spot with the guy before him promising to roll out windows XP to the base (yes, THAT Windows XP), that guy leaving even though he didn't do anything to actually make it happen. Now it's supposed to go out. New boss put me on the team because I like to work.

The unfortunate caveat to the "I like to work" is that I like to work quickly and pretty well need an umbrella to protect me from the scores of people that I'm likely to piss off while I charge forward destroying all that oppose me. Well...his team has no coordination or desire to actually "work". Boss pulled me off the the coordination since I'm not a help desk guy and it shouldn't be my job. Help desk doesn't want any advise or to actually work even though I've rolled out NT, 2K, and XP at previous assignments. Fighting tooth and nail for baby steps before being told to shut up and play along. After being told that I'm not really supposed to be working, working fast, it doesn't really matter, the people don't want to do it or work....my motivation tanked. I was doing OK until being told that I'm just an excuse to say that he's pulling extra resources and any ideas that I have are crap because if they were good then his techs would have already thought of them

So basically I spent the past couple days trying to think of a way to help the cause but not directly be a part of it. I came up with the plan to prep all of the bench stock (currently w\ 2k) so we're not replacing newly imaged machines with machines w\ the old image while also opening up the possibility that we can just physically change out computers should the wonderful help desk decide to be a part of things. All of this is in the scope of my current position while supporting his current plan. It pretty well came out like his techs suck and he sucks for allowing them to suck and I got kicked off the team. It's for the best really but it was kind of ugly really.

The big kicker is that he asked the "what am I supposed to do as the manager?" question. The obvious answer was "your job, your people aren't working and you know that"....which was really the only answer that I could come up with. I've been trying to figure out a better answer though. A plan of execution. Unfortunately there really isn't a stick. The people are horrible workers...but there's nothing that he can really do to MAKE them better. It's a quandary.

Fired Up

Living over here in the middle of no where Germany has given me a brand new appreciation on "shit that don't matter". The locals are nice enough people but there "isn't" service. You're their to buy their product and you can figure out a way to do it or go fuck yourself. You want to shop on Sunday\a holiday that you have off work...fuck you. You want to drive down the street but can't because there's a small colony of people that are having a discussion and can't be bothered to stand on the sidewalk\want ice in your drink\want something done in a timely manner...shove it up your ass whitey.

It didn't take long to not get upset any more. It does no good at all. Every once in a while I'll piss off a local and they'll scream at me...I don't know what they're saying but it's probably not very nice...and what do you do? Smile, wave, and give them the universal "this is what I think of you" hand gesture and go on with life. Jumping up and down and making a fuss does no good what so ever. They already think you're an idiot and vise versa. No ones opinion is going to change. Carry on with life like the dumb\rude fuck doesn't exist. There's a lesson there.

Christmas

Yesterday was the happy little tree raising ceremony in the Sayers house. Good times had by most. I put up the tree and the older one helped with the branches. We did the lights and the kids thought that was pretty cool. I waited for the bulbs and stuff till the lil'woman got home. Turns out she didn't want to fucking do anything so my 3 year old is FREAKING OUT. So me and the kiddo are decorating the tree and had a great family moment. This is the first year that she really "gets" what's going on. Good times.

Now the wife decided to drive down to "where the fuck ever" to go buy some furniture. What exactly will happen after she buys it, I just don't know. I'm getting the impression that daddy is going to have to figure out a way to get furniture home. Fuck stick. I think we should reverse these roles here. For those of you playing the home game...no one has trucks here. You can rent a truck...for 100 euro ($130 or so) and pay the $5 a gallon to fill it up, but that sort of defeats the purpose of buying a $75 futon ya know?

Holy Shit Balls

My wife decided that I needed to take the kids over to her friends for thanksgiving while she worked. Now THAT is a bitch for another day, but I went, they went, we all fucking went. I had no clue how good my children are and what little freaking bastards other peoples children are. We had a 5 year old shit himself. One kid screamed the whole time...the whoooooole time...an older one. One kept throwing full sippy cups and later cranberry sauce. One was stomping all over the furniture in their shoes. All the parents were going "aww, aren't they cute".

No...no they're not cute. Not even a little cute. I know some people aren't down with the spanking and that's cool. There has to be SOME kind of discipline though. Put the little ass in time out or something. I get little kids acting like little kids. Parents have to act like parents. If you didn't want to "raise" a responsible\decent human being then you should have worn a damned condom.

*gulp*

So I've been training the "new, new girl" for a little bit now. I've got to say that I've done a hella good job. She's all spandex'd out and now is starting to look pretty good in it. Got to admit that when we stretch (pike calf\downward dog for you yoga folks) things get a little uncomfortable\distracting.

I think I'm going to hell.

Shit.

School

I don't remember if I commented on it or not but I discovered that after this semester I'll be exactly where I was last year in terms of credit hours before I swapped majors. 12 classes later, I'm right where I was. Fuck stick. That'll put me @ 10 classes to go, all of them mildly interesting but it's like "damn". I'm freaking tired ya know? Ah well. Maybe I'll actually finish it this time.

This semester is American history to 1877 and African American history to 1877. So far I've learned that colonial life sucked nuts...especially if you were a slave. I figured I'd be smarter than this by now.

Alison

I have to agree with Bob on Alison Krause. She has one of the prettiest voices in the whole dang world. It's freaking scary.

Cheesecake

So I made a mint cheesecake yesterday with some dark chocolate nuggets in there. While not "exactly" compliant with the diet, it's in the realm right?! Yummers.

huh?

So me and the kiddo's are off doing our weekly grocery adventure. Kids are being good. I'm being good. Everything is good.

We're driving. I've got "Genisis Ultimate Collection Disk 1" rocking away...drinking my gingersnap tea (oh snap!)...minding my business. I notice a warm sensation on my inner thigh. Ahhhh, warm coffee mugs feel good against the boys I say. Then it's like "Oh shit; that's hot!". What the fuck happened? More and more the feeling spreads? What the fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Did I just piss myself? I don't think I pissed myself. Then again I suppose when people piss themselves they wouldn't know it or they wouldn't do it. Lid is on the travel mug. Hmmm. Around this point my taint is getting toasty. If I pissed myself it'd be wet......shit...it's wet.

Smells like gingersnap....crisis averted. Of course it LOOKS like I pissed myself.

Groove On

Apparently the lil'lady forgot what a joy carnal relations are because she outdid herself yesterday. Good times.

Sex Talk

So it's been a while right. She's been dropping the hints but not pulling through with the goods. I believe she was irritated at coming home to find a video with a girls ass all up in the air waiting on her on the laptop. Sloppy work on my part I admit, not any reason to without sex for a week or two though. My kicker with the porn is regardless of my little perversions, my wife is the only woman my dick has been in, seen, fondled for the past 7 years (aka marriage). I get the not feeling feeling attractive and all, but she's got to get the "I'm a guy...we're all evil" thing.

I told you that story to tell you this one. It's been a while. She's cracking but won't just come out and get on with buisness. Touchy, touchy, talky, talky, blah, blah, blah for two hours when I'm trying to go the fuck asleep. You've got TEN MINUTES to initiate sex actions. Bed time means go to fucking sleep woman. I got to get up early...shit to do. Damn it.

Lumpia

What'd you do today? I made me some lumpia. What is a lumpia? It's like a big meaty spring roll. Don't know how to make them? Neither did I but it only takes about 3 seconds to learn. We had over 600 pre-orders with about 24hrs advertising. We CRANKED out some god damned lumpia I tell you what. It was awesome. Made about $400 towards the christmas party. It was a good day.

My co-worker was telling me about how he got second in one of our PT events. I called him a loser. He said "No, I got second". "Yeah, you're a fucking loser. There's a winner and everyone else is a loser. You're a loser." Didn't go over too well. Oh well. He's just a loser anyway. :D

Matt Hughes

I've been watching "The Ultimate Fighter" because I'm a dork and dorks watch that sort of thing. Season 2 coach Matt Hughes has returned and his team is pretty well taking a lick'n. A lot of people don't like Matt because he's a dick. I admire the dickness. In his mind there's only one thing "winning". If you're not a winner then fuck you, you're a loser. Some people say that, that's a bad attitude, the wrong attitude...these people are also known as losers.

Now I'm not saying that you have to win for mommy to love you. I'm just saying that if you've got no losing in you. If you don't want to win, you HAVE to win, life isn't even worth going on if you're not winning...

The odds of winning are pretty good. The odds of being the best have improved dramatically from that guy that's OK with losing.

Back!

What's that? He's back you say? In all new, non fitness related content? Holy shit! It gives me chills just thinking about it.