Searching for Tommorrow

Favorite Dr. Seuss Quotes

Patrick — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 05:29:00 GMT

Favorite Dr. Seuss Quotes #1

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself, any direction you choose.

Favorite Dr. Seuss Quotes #2

Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is youer than you.

Favorite Dr. Seuss Quotes #3

From there to here, and here to there, funny things are everywhere.

Favorite Dr. Seuss Quotes #4

Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.

Favorite Dr. Seuss Quotes #5

Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So... get on your way.

Favorite Dr. Seuss Quotes #6

If you never did, you should. These things are fun, and fun is good.

Favorite Dr. Seuss Quotes #7

I meant what I said, and I said what I meant. An elephant's faithful, one hundred percent.

Favorite Dr. Seuss Quotes #8

So the writer who breeds more words than he needs, is making a chore for the reader who reads.

Favorite Dr. Seuss Quotes #9

And will you succeed? Yes indeed, yes indeed! Ninety-eight and three-quarters percent guaranteed.

Favorite Dr. Seuss Quotes #10

Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.

9-11 Tribute.

Patrick — Fri, 11 Sep 2009 15:59:00 GMT

When I Retire...

Patrick — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 05:44:00 GMT

Decided to start writing down the things I want to do and places I want to visit when I retire. Todays entry is Acadia National Park.

AC-130....

Johnny — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 16:25:00 GMT

Show Me the Way

Patrick — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 05:53:00 GMT

One my way home from work today, my iPod started playing Show Me the Way by Styx. My mind closely links this song to Desert Storm, something I was extremely fascinated with as the eight year old kid I was in 1990. Not exactly sure why either and if you don't believe me, just ask me about my Desert Storm trading card collection. I own them all. Anyways, back on topic. I remember lots of little things from that time in relation to Desert Storm...

I can remember begging my mom for trading cards. I remember meeting a friend of my mothers who had a son serving on the USS Saratoga which at the time was in the Gulf. I remember a TV special geared towards kids, maybe it was on CNN or something, but it had a number you could call to ask questions, my parents gave me permission and I call only to find out it was a wrong number posted on the show and I couldn't ask my question. I remember news stories about kids in Israel have to carry gas masks to school. I remember the local radio station in Saratoga (Fly 92 I think) playing a modified version of Show Me the Way splicing in random war related audio between lyrics. At one point in the song, they had a little girl saying all she wanted was her daddy to come home.

I tried finding bootleg copies of that song. I've found a couple, none with the little girl, but ones I've saved none the less. Even found some redone for Iraqi Freedom.

I can trace several extreme fascinations I have to Desert Storm. The USS Saratoga, Battleships and obviously Desert Storm itself.

I had a train of thought with this post, but I've now lost it. Guess i'll just post this. I'll add more later if I remember where I was going.

Future Bus?

Patrick — Sat, 25 Jul 2009 05:09:00 GMT

Not sure about the music, but the bus isn't that bad...

...this was fun! For you, for me, and for the voices in our heads.

Who needs 2 engines anyways?

Patrick — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 06:46:00 GMT

...this was fun! For you, for me, and for the voices in our heads.

I guess we shouldn't talk to robots.

Patrick — Tue, 21 Jul 2009 16:28:00 GMT

...this was fun! For you, for me, and for the voices in our heads.

Wallbanger 602

Patrick — Tue, 21 Jul 2009 05:03:00 GMT

To bad that I'll have to "love" a new squadron soon. I was a Wallbanger, I don't count the Greyhawks, and I'm soon to be a Bluetail.

...this was fun! For you, for me, and for the voices in our heads.

Finn's Fury - Good Music

Patrick — Sun, 19 Jul 2009 05:07:00 GMT

Letters from War

Johnny — Sun, 19 Jul 2009 02:31:00 GMT

Sandy Update.

Patrick — Fri, 17 Jul 2009 05:52:00 GMT

Just a few pictures of the latest work I've done on Sandy. She's looking more beautiful everyday.

I've been working on my bus mostly on weekends since I brought her home. Yesterday I finished my first major area. It was a big rusty rear area on the drivers side is now nice and white. I've sanded and primed the front and rear of the bus too. I'm going to replace the engine hatch so I haven't touched that yet. I just repositioning Sandy so I can work on the passenger side and finish the other half of the roof under the luggage rack. I've started narrowing down my paint scheme too. Stay tuned for that.

I picked up a 1600cc engine originally out of a 70 bus and am awaiting a scheduling conflict to resolve itself so i can pick up my transmission. The transmission is good and the engine is on my garage floor in pieces, needs a new generator and a few other major pieces like the carb, but i'll have it running by the end of the summer. Goodnight Volks.

Photo of the Day - My Truck

Patrick — Wed, 08 Jul 2009 16:12:00 GMT

My truck in Point Mugu when I first got him. One in front of an E-2C and one in front of the pimp ass F-4.

Fun Facts About Terrorists

Johnny — Sat, 27 Jun 2009 06:47:00 GMT

-Terrorists practice a radical form of Islam: twice the murdering, half the bathing.

-They enjoy blowing themselves up, and we enjoy blowing them up. You'd think we would get along better.

-Their favorite military hero is Napoleon Blownapart.

-They will riot and kill each other over a few stupid cartoons. We should make more of those.

-Terrorists want to sneak explosive liquids onto airplanes. If you see any children on your flight, tackle them and confiscate their juice boxes.

-Our latest intelligence indicates that the Koran is really just a bomb-making manual.

-The word "martyr" is just a fancy name for "crappy fighter."

-If a guy is being overly sensitive to racial profiling, he may be a terrorist. Strangle him with your shoelaces just in case.

-Terrorists act all hurt if you draw Mohammed, flush a Koran, or bomb mecca. What babies.

-They hate us for our freedom. And our large american penises.

Photo of the Day - Batu Caves

Patrick — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 03:24:00 GMT

The Batu Caves are situated seven miles north of the capital city Kuala Lumpur. They are the sacred place for the Hindu's in Malaysia. They consist of three main caves and a number of smaller ones. The caves are made of limestone and 400 meters long and 100 meter high. They were discovered in 1892. It was a vrey interesting place to visit. Just watch out for the monkeys and stay away from the bananas and peanuts.

Photo of the Day - Wallbangers

Patrick — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 14:38:00 GMT

Wallbanger 602 about to land on the Nimitz in 2003. I love these airplanes sometimes.

Photo of the Day - Sao Paulo

Patrick — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 08:06:00 GMT

Here is a photo of the Sao Paulo, Brazil's only aircraft carrier, when we sailed along side her in 2004.

100 Reasons its great to be a guy.

Patrick — Thu, 11 Jun 2009 15:40:00 GMT

Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
Movie nudity is virtually always female.
You know stuff about tanks.
A five day vacation requires only one suitcase.
Monday Nite Football.
You don't have to monitor your friends' sex lives.
Your bathroom lines are 80% shorter.
You can open all your own jars.
Old friends don't give you crap if you've lost or gained weight.
Dry cleaners and haircutter's don't rob you blind.
When channel-surfing, you don't have to stall on every shot of someone crying.
Your ass is never a factor in a job interview.
All your orgasms are real.
A beer gut does not make you invisible to the opposite sex.
Guys in hockey masks don't attack you.
You don't have to lug a bag of useful stuff around everywhere go.
You understand why "Stripes" is funny.
You can go to the bathroom without a support group.
Your last name stays put.
You can leave a hotel bed unmade.
When your work is criticized, you don't have to panic that everyone secretly hates you.
You can kill your own food.
The garage is all yours.
You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
You see the humor in "Terms of Endearment."
You can pick up a ball before it stops rolling.
You never have to clean the toilet.
You can be showered and ready in 10 minutes.
Sex means never worrying about your reputation.
Wedding plans take care of themselves.
If someone forgets to invite you to something, he or she can still be your friend.
Your underwear is $10 for a three-pack.
The National College Cheerleading Championship
None of your co-workers have the power to make you cry.
You don't have to shave below your neck.
You don't have to curl up next to a hairy ass every night.
If you're 34 and single, nobody notices.
You can write your name in the snow.
Everything on your face stays its original color.
Chocolate is just another snack.
You can be president.
You can quietly enjoy a car ride from the passenger seat.
Flowers fix everything.
You can get into a nontrivial pissing contest.
You never have to worry about other peoples' feelings.
You get to think about sex 90% of your waking hours.
You can wear a white shirt to a water park.
Three pair of shoes are more than enough.
You can eat a banana in a hardware store.
You can say anything and not worry about what people think.
Foreplay is optional.
Michael Bolton doesn't live in your universe.
Nobody stops telling a good dirty joke when you walk in the room.
You can whip your shirt off on a hot day.
You don't have to clean your apartment if the meter reader is coming.
You never feel compelled to stop a pal from getting laid.
Car mechanics tell you the truth.
You don't give a rat's ass if someone notices your new haircut.
You can watch a game in silence with your buddy for hours without ever thinking "He must be mad at me"
The world is your urinal.
You never misconstrue innocuous statements to mean your lover is about to leave you.
You get to jump up and slap stuff.
Hot wax never comes near your pubic area.
One mood, all the time.
You can admire Clint Eastwood without starving yourself to look like him.
You never have to drive to another gas station because this one's just too skeevy.
You know at least 20 ways to open a beer bottle.
You can sit with your knees apart no matter what you're wearing.
Same work....more pay.
Gray hair and wrinkles add character.
You don't have to leave the room to make an emergency crotch adjustment.
Wedding Dress $2000; Tux rental $100.
You don't care if someone is talking about you behind your back.
With 400 million sperm per shot, you could double the earth's population in 15 tries. At least in theory.
You don't mooch off others' desserts.
If you retain water, it's in a canteen.
The remote is yours and yours alone.
People never glance at your chest when you're talking to them.
ESPN Sports Center.
You can drop by to see a friend without bringing a little gift.
Bachelor parties whomp ass over bridal showers.
You have a normal and healthy relationship with your mother.
You can buy condoms without the shopkeeper imagining you naked.
You needn't pretend you're "freshening up" to go to the bathroom.
If you don't call your buddy when you say you will, he won't tell your friends you've changed.
Someday you'll be a dirty old man.
You can rationalize any behavior with the handy phrase "F*#k it!"
If another guy shows up at the party in the same outfit, you might become lifelong buddies.
Princess Di's death was just another obituary.
The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected.
You never have to miss a sexual opportunity because you're not in the mood.
You think the idea of punting a small dog is funny.
If something mechanical doesn't work, you can bash it with a hammer and throw it across the room.
New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.
Porn movies are designed with your mind in mind.
You don't have to remember everyone's birthdays and anniversaries.
Not liking a person does not preclude having great sex with them.
Your pals can be trusted never to trap you with: "So... notice anything different?"
Baywatch
There's always a game on somewhere.

Sandy the VW Bus

Patrick — Wed, 03 Jun 2009 04:09:00 GMT

Well folks... She's mine. Picked her up last weekend. Here are some photos.

Lots more here... http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e177/mrjohnnyirish/Sandy%20the%20VW%20Bus/

A boy, A bus, A love Story.

Patrick — Wed, 13 May 2009 05:22:00 GMT

This might be my new Bus!!

Patrick — Sat, 02 May 2009 04:17:00 GMT

This beautiful 74 Westy might just be mine soon. Can't wait!

Delta 1 and 2

Patrick — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 01:38:00 GMT

Delta1 And 2 Presentation

Man, she is so beautiful.

and here is a Turtle humping a shoe...

Johnny — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 17:03:00 GMT

...Yes. I said humping a shoe.

Stupid French

Johnny — Sun, 19 Apr 2009 05:45:00 GMT

Todays, or Tommorrows, Photo of the Day

Patrick — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 03:29:00 GMT

The La Cumbre vocano...

Patrick — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 03:14:00 GMT

Found this over at Voodoo Warrior. Still haven't stopped laughing.

The La Cumbre vocano, located in the Galapagos Islands, was seen spewing gas, ash, and lava on Saturday, after 4 years of inactivity. No human life is in danger, but several species of unique life forms are at risk.

Obama Administration officials announced they would take swift, decisive action to address the situation:

Secretary of State Clinton's office announced she would seek a UN resolution condeming the eruption as a defiance of international law and agreements. China and Russia may block strong language, and it is expected to be several weeks before a joint statement can be released.

Secretary of the Treasury Geithner announced that due to the volcano CEO's mismanagement, Geithner would fire the CEO and appoint a US Government blue ribbon panel to run the volcano, along with plans to force the volcano to take $100,000,000,000 in bailout dollars to help it recover.

Secretary of the Interior Ken Salazar anounced plans to sue the volcano for wasting critical geothermal energy without his department's permission.

EPA Administrator Lisa Jackson said her agency would pursue legal action against the volcano's unregulated pollution of the atmosphere, and to make sure the volcano paid all applicable carbon taxes and fees.

Leader of the Senate Harry Reid (D-NV) said on the floor of a special emergency session of the Senate "The war against this eruption is lost".

Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi (D-CA) pledged a bi-partisan effort to legalize eruption in all 50 states.

Vice President Joe Biden, addressing the situation on CNN this morning, said "I told that damn volcano it better not erupt ...".

President Obama was unavailable for comment. His press secretary, Robert Gibbs, told reporters that he wanted to study the situation for several days, to make sure he knew all sides of the issue and how all the other world powers would respond before committing himself to any kind of statement.

Easter Bunny is a little late...

Patrick — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 03:07:00 GMT

Wheel Chair Seven

Patrick — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 00:07:00 GMT

WHEEL CHAIR SEVEN
TF-1Z
BUNO 136791

Written by Patrick J Hughes

On the morning of July 9th, 1956 ( at 0948 to be exact ) Joseph Gaeta of Grumman Iron Works, lifted off Grumman Aircraft's newest addition to the Navy Fleet, from the runway at Bethpage, Long Island. One hour and two minutes later he set her back down again from the first of many flights spanning the last 41 years. It is lost to history just exactly what happened during that flight, but it was noted that it was rather uneventful. The rest of her life has not always been that way.

The Navy's first official C.O.D.'s ( Carrier Onboard Delivery ) were the TBM's of the 40's and 50's that had their interiors configured to accommodated cargo and passengers. These planes were normally a part of the ship's company, or attached to some near by Naval Air Station. However, during, and after, the Korean War most were attached to a number of squadrons, including VR-21, to which 136791 would be attached in the future. In the early 50's, many of the TBM's were replaced by AD-3's, and -4's, which also had their interiors reconfigured.

Then came the TF-1.......

The Grumman TF-1 Trader ( later redesiginated the C-1A ) was the first aircraft built from the ground up to perform the C.O.D. duties that still are carried on by a Grumman aircraft, the C-2 Greyhound, supplemented by the Lockheed US-3A ' Hoover ' which is a conversion of the S-3A Anti-Submarine Warfare aircraft. The C.O.D. is normally the most welcome aircraft to be retrieved aboard ship as they bring the mail, the fresh fruit and vegetables, your replacement, and your ride home. LCDR. Tex Houston tells of a take off from a carrier on Yankee Station on Christmas Day where he heard some pounding on his side window. Looking out to see who and why some one was trying to get his attention, he saw a " Green Shirt " holding up the palm of his hand, where there was written in ball point,

"GOT THREE GREAT LETTERS!!
THANKS C.O.D.
MERRY XMAS! "

Wheel Chair Seven served in this duty until one day in Nov. of 1960 when she launched off the U.S.S. ORISKANY carrying U.S. Sen. Hugh Scott of PA. Sen. Scott was a Naval Reserve Capt. and was returning from a two week Reserve Cruise. Also aboard was then Cdr. Charles Laribenno, who was to become the Skipper of the U.S.S. Oriskany. ( His brother, Capt. John Laribenno, was also to become a Skipper of the Oriskany making them the only brothers to ever command the same U.S. Navy Man-of War in history. ) On this day, as the aircraft proceeded from the Oriskany to M.C.A.S. Iwkuni for fuel, and then to proceed on to N. A. S. Atsugi so that Sen. Scott could catch a flight back to the states, a total electrical failure was experienced while on a G. C. A. approach. Knowing they were below the mountain tops, the Aircraft Commander, Lt. C. L. Priddy went into a climbing left turn to get some altitude, then headed east were he felt there was weather more favorable to their situation. After 20 minutes of flight, they reached a low fuel state, and seeing a hole in the clouds that reached to the ground below, he then circled down into this hole, coming out at the bottom over the dry Yoshino River bed on the Japanese Shikoku Island. Feeling that the landing gear would not hold up to a landing on this rocky river bed, Lt.. Priddy and his co-pilot, Cdr. Jack Ramsey, elected to make a wheels up landing. When the dust settled, the aircraft was damaged, but all souls aboard were uninjured. Least of all Sen. Scott, who when approached by people of the local village of Mima, in the manner of a consummate politician, said " I know you can not understand English, nor a word I'm saying, but I'm running for re-election and I need your vote!!!! "

In a situation such as this, the Navy would have normally removed all useable components, and written off the aircraft, but the local people of Mima, the nearby city of Tokushima, and the Japanese Maritime Self Defense Force stationed nearby, decided that they had to adopt this aircraft, and get it flying again. The Navy then flew in some Sea Bee's to help, some Marines for security, and when ready, two pilots to fly her out. Also, as the local people did not speak English, nor the American's involved speak Japanese, a U.S. Navy Lt. Cliff Warataki, whose parents came from this same village prior to WWII, was sent as an interpreter. After roughly 30 days of temporary repairs to the belly of the aircraft, two engines changes, and the building of 1600 feet of runway, partly covered by Martson mating, Wheel Chair Seven took to the air again flown by Cdr. Joe Massy and then Lt. Tex Houston. The take-off was witnessed by some 10,000 Japanese locals who, until Wheel Chair Seven had arrived, had never seen an aircraft up close, let alone one taking off, nor Americans since the end of WWII, if then. She was flown to Atsugi where a permanent repair was done, and then returned to duty to retire in May of 1983, Retire..... As with many Retired Navy types, she then went to work! After an 8 year hiatus sitting in the desert, then being pulled out and reconditioned, in 1993 she became an Alaskan.

She is now currently owned by Pete Haggland of Fairbanks, and works for her hydrocarbons hauling supplies, fuel and equipment to Pete's mine, and under the guise of ' C-1 Aerofuels ', fuel for other miners in the Interior of Alaska. And she is not alone at Fairbanks. More retired Navy aircraft work and live there, including 3 Navy C-118's who also haul fuel and freight, a Navy T-28B, a Navy GB-1 Beech Staggerwing, and now, a T-6D in the colors of VMT-2. There are also rumors that WC7 has been spending some of her long winter nights sharing a hanger with another Navy T-28B, but this has yet to be confirmed. Navy Wings of Gold are well represented in the Interior of Alaska!

Finally......

Patrick — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 00:03:00 GMT

I go on leave tomorrow. Its about damn time. I need this two weeks away from work. I need it so very much.

In the Memory...

Johnny — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 18:47:00 GMT

Let me live in the memory of my friends when I am dead.
This is better than a graven granite tombstone at my head.

Aye, let me be true and loyal to the principles of right.
And I'll ask no flowered phrases when my spirit takes flight.

Let the living tongues speak for me when my own is still in death.
Not the steel cut words in granite, things devoid of life and breath.

Let me live within the memory of my brother, neighbor, friend.
Let them whisper it to others: He was faithful to the end.

Apple

Patrick — Wed, 25 Mar 2009 13:34:00 GMT

So, how have I been anti-apple all this time? My iPhone and iPod were great. My new Macbook is pimptastic.

This took balls...

Johnny — Wed, 25 Mar 2009 01:45:00 GMT

Ever seen a 707 roll? This took balls!

I love this...

Johnny — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 01:38:00 GMT

I was there with Dewey,

And stood my watch that night.

I was standing there next to John Paul Jones,

When he had not yet begun to fight!

Freedom for all, is what I proclaim,

Through any means, from the sea’s lanes.

Any who threaten it is in my aim;

They shall be the bearers of our pains.

Earned my stripes, did I,

When they sounded our battle cry.

We’re the reason for the Fourth of July;

So, now I ask you, who am I?

From the Straits of Gibraltar,

To the Indian Ocean’s blue,

Our spirit will never falter,

You can count on me to find a way through.

From the grounds of Korea, and Vietnam,

And new places with a greeting of a’ salem:

I am the one willing to take the bet,

And respond to any threat.

Who am I? you ask aloud,

The man in blue, standing out in the crowd

With shiny medals, attached upon my breast,

Along with a white cover sitting on my crest.

A US Navy Sailor, is what I am,

Always and forever.

Forever in the battle for freedoms sake,

You would be wise to remember, don’t tread on this snake!

Not sure who its written by, but I still like it anyways.

To the stupid ass who hit my truck...

Patrick — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 02:11:04 GMT

Your an ass. Plain and simple. I could care less that you hit my truck. That's what insurance is for. What pissed me off is that fact that you felt obliged to clean up all the pieces and fold in my mirror hoping I wouldn't notice.

Fucking asshole.

I hope you drive off a bridge.

...this was fun! For you, for me, and for the voices in our heads.

A funny story!

Patrick — Fri, 13 Mar 2009 20:09:08 GMT

So...we were screwing around in the bearthing earlier and someone said something that reminded me of something from my 2003 cruise.

We were well past drunk coming back from the sandbox one night and we decided to stop by the shop (03-138-10-Q if anyone cares) to check our email. We opened the door to find our good buddy RW watching porn on the big tv. That how ever wasn't the strange part, an 8 month cruise and porn go together. What damn near dropped us to the floor in laughter was the video camera set up to record the porn on the tv. He wanted to take it back to his rack.

My source for porn on cruise in 2003. Well aside from the large amount on my laptop, a certian airframer friend of mine had a very nice wife back home who kept him in constant supply...

...this was fun! For you, for me, and for the voices in our heads.

Vacation...

Patrick — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 17:04:52 GMT

So today I've offically decided that I'm going to take a 3 week vacation to Ireland within the next 10 years. At the latest it'll be
my retirement gift to myself. You can take that all the way to the bank...

...this was fun! For you, for me, and for the voices in our heads.

Out to sea...

Patrick — Tue, 10 Mar 2009 19:46:43 GMT

It'll be a few days after I write this that you folks hiding in the world if the Internet read this. Mainly cause my iPhone doesn't get a
signal 100 miles out into the Atlantic ocean. Yes I know. Something the iPhone can't do. Tell AT&T to build cell towers out here.

Anyways, back on topic lunch box. Back on topic. We've been back out to sea for about 12 hours or so and we're about to head up on deck to recover our 4 lovely birds that should be overhead shortly. And ya know what? Aside from the noisey lawn darts I couldn't be happier.

One think and really the annoying thing is the E-8 who's supposed to be leading this fancy evolution. He has 20 something years in the
Navy and he doesn't have a fuckin clue how to run a detachment. It's actually amusing. I'm waiting for one of the birds to break for something avionics wise so I can tell him to stick it up his dumb airframer ass. (Nothing againist airframers. Just him.)

A certian person of the female type has been on my mind since I woke up this morning and she needs to get out. The perfect ones are always taken. Sadly, the perfect ones are always taken. One can dream though. Maybe she'll leave home or maybe he'll get abducted by space aliens. There us always a chance isn't there?

As an ending note cause I'm gonna get a phone call any minute asking me why I'm not on deck... How many days is it going to take to qualify 13 hawkeye pilots and 4 COD pilots with a hornet skipper playing CAG?

I love life at sea... Just don't tell anyone I said so.

...this was fun! For you, for me, and for the voices in our heads.

Ha, really funny....

Patrick — Mon, 09 Mar 2009 19:24:00 GMT

So someone sent me this little quiz, and just look at what the results were. YOU ALL SUCK!!

I'm a Lifer!

To you, a job is what pays the bills. You put in your hours, follow the rules, and then go home. Occasionally, you consider quitting, but then you think of how bad the job market is and you reconsider. Whatever happiness you get, you get from your life outside the workplace. Relationships, family, hobbies, and outside creative pursuits are what really matter to you. You're probably taking this test at work because you don't have anything better to do.

Talent: 49%
Lifer: 54%
Mandarin: 31%

Take the Talent, Lifer, or Mandarin quiz.

...this was fun! For you, for me, and for the voices in our heads.

New Arrival here at Searching

Patrick — Mon, 09 Mar 2009 19:16:00 GMT

Let me introduce Johnny, a friend of mine who will be making random posts here from time to time. I suppose he'll get on here in a day or two to post himself, assuming I get unlazy and setup his logon.

Welcome, and try not to lower the property value anymore then it already is...

...this was fun! For you, for me, and for the voices in our heads.

Guts or balls...

Patrick — Mon, 09 Mar 2009 19:13:00 GMT

We've all heard about guys having guts or having balls, but do you really know the difference between them? In an effort to keep you informed, the definitions are listed below:

GUTS - Is arriving home late after a night out with the boys, being met by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to ask: ''Are you still cleaning or are you flying somewhere?''

BALLS - Is coming home late after a night out with the boys, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the ass and having the balls to say: ''You're next, fatty.''

I hope this clears up any confusion on the definitions. Medically speaking, there is no difference in the outcome, since both ultimately could result in death.

Choose your words carefully.

...this was fun! For you, for me, and for the voices in our heads.

I''m on a Boat

Patrick — Mon, 09 Mar 2009 07:29:00 GMT

So. Funny Story

Patrick — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 02:18:28 GMT

So I went for a run today when I woke up. There are some senic places
here on NAS Jax. Well about a 1/4 mile into my run, I was stopped in
it tracks by an 8 or so foot gator. He told me to go back to my
room. I listened.
To bad I didn't have my iPhone with me. I woulda taken a few shots as
I was backing away. Maybe I'll go back tomorrow and see if he is
still there.

The cost of Freedom

Patrick — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 05:36:42 GMT

So as I sit here in Jax on det with absolutly nothing to do, I find my
mind wandering to other places. The theme music playing on my iPhone
isn't helping either.

The other day I got a phone call from a buddy who's preparing to
deploy to afghanistan. I was half awake when I answered so his
question caught me that much more off guard.

When a member of the armed services dies overseas another service
member escorts thier body home. It's not a job you find yourself
wanting to do, but a job anyone would be honored to do.

I was honored to be asked to preform this duty, just not happy about
the reason I'd have to do this. The man is my brother, and I'd do
anything for him or his family. I guess the real reason it startled
me was because while I've deployed to combat zones before, it's
always been on the safety of an aircraft carrier. It's not quite the
same as being in country.

I recently volunteered to go IA to Aghanistan myself, something
nobody outside of work knows until now and I guess it's just the
thought of the ultimate sacrfice one can make for this country that
scares me.

Blame Halo

Patrick — Sun, 22 Feb 2009 20:43:00 GMT

Tommorrow

Patrick — Sun, 22 Feb 2009 15:27:00 GMT

Tommy

Patrick — Sun, 22 Feb 2009 15:25:00 GMT

Armed Forces World Tour

Patrick — Sat, 14 Feb 2009 17:47:00 GMT

This would suck.

Patrick — Sat, 14 Feb 2009 17:41:00 GMT

This would just suck.

Boom Operator

Patrick — Sat, 14 Feb 2009 17:35:00 GMT

My Reenlistment

Patrick — Thu, 12 Feb 2009 01:02:00 GMT

Better pictures and more of them later.

YOU KNOW YOU'RE FROM STRATFORD...

Patrick — Wed, 28 Jan 2009 21:42:00 GMT

YOU KNOW YOU'RE FROM STRATFORD...

...when the town is managed by a council of 12 volunteers who after they complete their own day jobs, sit down and determine how they want to spend your tax dollars.

... when you know nearly every teenager in a diner at any given time.

...when you will see the cop that either ticketed you for driving 35 (in a 30) on Huntington rd, or arrested you for something at that same diner.

... when every time some car ends up on someone's lawn, they decrease the speed limit of that road, and set up radar traps.

...when 4 out of 5 people will be involved in at least one accident in the BHS parking lot before they graduate.

...when you know hiltop is not the top of a hill

...when upon totaling one's car, their parents will replace it with a more expensive / newer car.

...when someone says Stratford, they somehow manage to add shit, rat, gay, or some other adjective to the name.

...when the biggest beautification project is large, expensive wooden direction bearing signs to all of the "many" town "attractions".

...when the most interesting thing to talk about on a Monday morning at school is who got their ass kicked and who got arrested over the weekend.

...when a kid will continue to pick fights, even after he has gotten his ass kicked 4 times.

...when Dunkin Donuts, Walgreen's, the Diner and 7 Eleven are the only things open 24/7.

...when you know where ever beach is in town, (because its the only place the cops haven't' been able to stop all fun).

...when you go to the beach to play volleyball barefoot and come home with cut up feet!

...when the asshole that does the weather on Channel 8 says its going to snow, then it is good enough for the town to cancel school before anything has fallen from the sky!

...when chances are some educator you have had during your stay with the Stratford school system, will be convicted of some sexual offense, or will write a book or two about their personal life.

...when our high school principal drinks on the job, and maybe even more frequently than most college kids.

...when The Board of Education motto: "Children First, Whatever it Takes, Just Do It..."

...when you think chillin at the green is a night on the town.

...when you or someone you know has worked at Donut Inn, Dunkin Donuts, or Stop n' Shop.

...when at least 5 of your friends go to school high everyday.

...when you think Stratford and Bunnell are the biggest rivals in the state.

...when you and your friends go to Duchess or Blue Sky Diner at least once a week.

...when you or someone you know has been caught smoking in the lavatories..

...when you thought Stratford was Ghetto.

...when an unpaid $0.05 school library fine will probably prevent you from graduating (which is soooo true)

...when finding gray hairs from the lunch ladies in your lunch is not uncommon

...when you are not allowed to walk in a hallway during class, unless you have a "pass".

...when the coolest place in BHS is known as "4 corners".

...when Stratford has 5 Dunkin' Donuts!!!! (There are only about 4 advertised on the 200 mile stretch of I-81 from WV/VA Border to Virginia Tech!)

...when no one who teaches in Stratford actually lives there.

...when the risk of injuries to runners is insignificant, compared to paying every 5 years to have a rubberized track resurfaced.

...when you can't bring any outsiders to your cotillion.

...when your school's swim team is combined with the cross-town rivals swim team to put it into the largest class in the state, and it still has one of the smallest turnouts in the entire state.

...when what you pray for the night before thanksgiving is that your team, whether Stratford or Bunnell, won't lose so badly that you're entirely embarrassed to be on that teams side of the stands.

...if you've gone to the seawall to "seriously talk" to a significant other

...when the red snow-plow trucks are dumping sand on the road when it is only flurrying outside.

...when the "security guard" for your high school is the oldest member of your schools entire faculty.

...when you've been disco bowling @ the AMF lanes in Milford.

...when your first driving lesson was with your parents in the Bunnell parking lot.

...when the biggest decision your family has to make on a Friday night is whether to get pizza from Salernos or Paradise.

...when there's absolutely nothing to do in your town on a Friday night, so you sit there and think of at least 6 things that are stupid about your boring ass town.

...when one of the high schools has their sports field a mile away from the school.

...when the city next to you owns an airport inside your town.

...when your town is known nation-wide for the infamous steel-grid "Sikorsky Bridge" on the Merit Parkway.

...when You actually read THE SCRIBE.

...when 75 percent of your entire graduating class goes to Housatonic or Southern.

...when Stupid 18 wheeler drives think they can fit under the train bridge by stop and shop and the road is closed for 3 hours.

...when you've been going to plays put on by S.T.A.G.E. for 20 years, but you still don't know what the hell S.T.A.G.E. stands for.

...when it takes 8 years to make a new bridge to try to fix the embarrassment of being associated with a piece of shit bridge that's known nation wide (more of the state but its near Stratford) for being bad.

...when you try to tell your former D.A.R.E. officer how like 75%-80% of your high school does some kind of drug, and he won't believe you and says half of them make it up. Ya ok, Proudfoot.. stop living in denial, live with the fact that you're not getting the job done.

...when your D.A.R.E officer obviously hasn't done crap for your town and there's kids in 7th grade and probably lower doing drugs... (7th and 8th grade is confirmed) bad.

...when your priest is kicked out of the church for molesting little boys back in the 60's.

...when the people who live behind Bunnell complain about the soccer teams' warmup tapes being too loud, but they don't complain about the band (which is about 10 times louder).

...when you argue over which church is better: St. James' or St. Mark's(ST MARK DEFINETLY WINS).

...when the high school football team continues to wear their jersey's 4 months after the season is over.

...when you over exaggerate how bad the town really is... it can actually be worse.

...almost all of your family has either lived their whole life in Stratford or moved away right after high school.

...if your town has poured millions of dollars into a theater, and hasn’t managed to get *ONE* thing done with it.

...when the only people who seriously manage your largest park are Boy Scouts looking for an easy Eagle Scout project

...when you have to order in Español to the drive-thru people at McDonalds.

...when your English teacher has a lead role in your school play.

...when you have been to the roller skating rink in lordship for a birthday party at least once in your life.

...when all the moms either drive vans or station wagons.

...when celebrating Memorial Day, a dinky 45 minute parade consisting of the town emergency service, the girl and boy scouts, and the Indian princesses and guides is put on. And, despite how sorry the parade is, everybody in the town still shows up to watch...

... when you call someone to hang out at 9 pm and they're sleeping.

...when you have to tell everyone it's right next to Bridgeport for them to know where the hell you live.

...when wiffle ball in your backyard turns into a brawl.

...when even though Shitford is on both long island sound and the Housatonic river, they decide to launch off the fireworks from the middle of the lush golf course.

...when you play a game that consists of making prank phone calls and seeing who can keep the person on the phone the longest.

...when you have spent at least one day of your life searching for melon heads in Roosevelt Forest

...when you actually know someone in Outlet.

...when the biggest story, is about how some losers vandalized Bunnell's Field house...

... when over half of all the freshmen just barely break 4 feet tall...

... when you can be in the south end, and still hear the football game going on at Bunnell....

... when your school is too cheap to remodel for incoming freshmen and you have to go to class in a trailer.

President Obama

Patrick — Tue, 27 Jan 2009 23:25:00 GMT

This speaks for itself....

Good friends and fun times...

Patrick — Sat, 24 Jan 2009 23:54:00 GMT

One of the things I miss most about my time at 117 was the guys I worked with. Where else can a hand full of guys show up late to a party by climbing down a hill just to climb back up another one just to attack "the party goers" with water baloons and water pistols?

Santiagos finest...

Patrick — Tue, 13 Jan 2009 02:09:00 GMT

Santiago's finest were nice enough to take time out of there busy "patrol duties" to take a photo wit me when I visited there in 2004. In the background is Plaza de Armas in Santiago, Chile.

Soldiers are men...most apt for all manner of services and best able to support and endure the infinite toils and continual hazards of war. -Henry Knyvett

Also going to leave this with you...

And so here we are once again

War torn and tired

Even though a rung breaks

We climb higher and higher

It's the armor that we wear

And the weapons that we wield

My soul is my scabbard

My mind is my shield

Let us do all me can to make sure we win

Though blood and through bruises

We fight until the end

This is the time and into the age

We break from our shell

And rip from our cage

Where the veterans left off

We shall resume

New Age Heroes

We shall run you through

With majesty and might

We fight for what is right

Vanquishing the darkness

While surrounded by the light

Forget what you've known about the evil in the past

We burned away the memories

The remains are less than ash

The ones before us guide us

Enlighten and remind us

To defend against our enemies

And overthrow those who fight us

And with the fire and the fury

We will will win the War

Heroes of the New Age

Ready to settle the score!!

E-3D AWACS

Patrick — Fri, 09 Jan 2009 03:50:00 GMT

Here I am at the controls of an E-3D AWACS belonging to the British Royal Air Force. I never thought I'd fly a 707, even if it was only for 10 minutes. Yes, it was airborne. Yes, the co-pilot was next to me. That kinda why I'm looking at the center console. He was showing me how to adjust something, but can't remember what it was.

Be convinced that to be happy means to be free and that to be free means to be brave. Therefore do not take lightly the perils of war. -Thucydides

Todays photo dosen't exist.

Patrick — Wed, 07 Jan 2009 05:02:00 GMT

Its amazing what pictures are smuggled off the boat, for instance there is this picture. According to the MA's on duty that night in Bahrain, it doesn't exist....We deleted it. (and yes, we are all very, very drunk)

Anyways, not much going on in the life of this guy, but I am reenlisting for 4 more years despite my prior statements. Blame the economy, but the job market is horrible. At least I'll have a guaranteed pay check for the next 4 years, can you say that? On another note, I ran across another blog today that seems pretty interesting. Check it out. Euphoric Reality

"I am that which others do not want to be. I went where others feared to go, and I did what others failed to do. I asked nothing from those who gave nothing, and reluctantly accepted the thought of eternal loneliness...should I fail. I have seen the face of terror; felt the stinging cold of fear; and enjoyed the sweet taste of a moment's love. I have cried, pained and hoped...but most of all I have lived times others would say were best forgotten. At least someday I will be able to say that I was proud of what I was....A Sailor" -Unknown

I also wanted to share this poem written by E. A. Hughes, FTCM (SS), USN (Retired) called Once I was a Navy Man. I've spoken with him many times and he is a very profound man.

I like the Navy. I like standing on deck during a long voyage with sea spray in my face and ocean winds whipping in from everywhere - the feel of the giant steel ship beneath me, its engines driving against the sea is almost beyond understanding. Its immense power makes the Navyman feel so insignificant but yet proud to be a small part of this ship, a small part of her mission.

I like the Navy. I like the sound of Taps over the ships announcing system, the ringing of the ships bell, the foghorns and strong laughter of Navy men at work. I like the ships of the Navy - nervous darting destroyers, sleek proud cruisers, majestic battle ships, steady solid carriers and silent hidden submarines. I like the workhorse tugboats with their proud Indian names: Iroquois, Apache, Kiawah and Sioux - each stealthy powerful tug safely guiding the warships to safe deep waters from all harbors.

I like the historic names of other proud Navy Ships: Midway, Hornet, Princeton, Sea Wolf and Wasp. The Ozark, Hunley, Constitution, Missouri, Iowa and Manchester, as well as The Sullivan's, Enterprise, Tecumseh, Cole and Nautilus - all majestic ships of the line. Each ship commanding the respect of all Navymen that have known Her, or were privileged to be a part of Her crew.

I like the bounce of Navy music and the tempo of a Navy Band, "Liberty Whites" and the spice scent of a foreign port. I like shipmates I've sailed with, worked with, served with or have known: The Gunners Mate from the Iowa cornfields; a Sonarman from the Colorado mountain country; a pal from Cairo, Alabama; an Italian from near Boston; some boogie boarders of California; and of course a drawling friendly Oklahoma lad that hailed from Muskogee; and a very congenial Engineman from the Tennessee hills. From all parts of the land they came - farms of the Midwest, small towns of New England - the red clay area and small towns of the South - the mountain and high prairie towns of the West - the beachfront towns of the Atlantic, the Pacific and the Gulf. All are American; all are comrades in arms. All are men of the sea, and all are men of honor.

I like the adventure in my heart when the ship puts out to sea, and I like the electric thrill of sailing home again, with the waving hands of welcome from family and friends waiting on shore. The extended time at sea drags; the going is rough on occasion. But there's the companionship of robust Navy laughter, the devil-may-care philosophy of the sea. This helps the Navyman. The remembrances of past shipmates fill the mind and restore the memory with images of other ships, other ports, and other voyages long past. Some memories are good, some are not so good, but all are etched in the mind of the Navyman, and most will be there forever.

After a day of work, there is the serenity of the sea at dusk. As white caps dance on the ocean waves, the sunset creates flaming clouds that float in folds over the horizon - as if painted there by a master. The darkness follows soon and is mysterious. The ship's wake in darkness has a hypnotic effect, with foamy white froth and luminescence that forms never ending patterns in the turbulent waters. I like the lights of the ship in darkness - the masthead lights, the red and green sidelights and stern lights. They cut through the night and appear as a mirror of stars in darkness. There are rough stormy nights, and calm, quiet, still nights where the quiet of the mid-watch allows the ghosts of all the Sailors of the world to stand with you. They are abundant and unreachable, but ever apparent. And there is always the aroma of fresh coffee from the galley.

I like the legends of the Navy and the Navymen that created those legends. I like the proud names of Navy Heroes: Halsey, Nimitz, Perry, Farragut, McCain, Rickover and John Paul Jones. A man can find much in the Navy - comrades in arms, pride in his country. A man can find himself, and can revel in this experience.

In years to come, when the Sailor is home from the sea, he will still recall with fondness the ocean spray on his face when the sea is angry. There will come a faint aroma of fresh paint in his nostrils, the echo of hearty laughter of the seafaring men who once were close companions. Now landlocked, he will grow wistful of his Navy days, when the seas were the largest part of him and a new port of call was always just over the horizon.

Recalling those days and times, he will stand taller and say: "Once I was a Navyman!"

The War Was In Color

Patrick — Fri, 02 Jan 2009 03:23:00 GMT

This was originally posted by my friends over at The Conservative Pundit. Its by a band called Carbon Leaf. By reading the song title, I originally thought it was a rip off of Jamey Johnsons' In Color, but its a different and great song in itself.

Happy New Year

Patrick — Thu, 01 Jan 2009 05:44:00 GMT

To my friends, new and old, Happy New Year.

To those of my friends not able to be stateside, stay safe.

-Patrick

The Petronas Twin Towers

Patrick — Mon, 22 Dec 2008 02:37:00 GMT

In my opinion, the most beautiful sight in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia is the Petronas Twin Towers. Its just an awe inspiring sight to stand at the bottom of either tower and try to look straight up. The view from the bridge is even more impressive. If you even find yourself in Kuala Lumpur, walk towards the tall towers and enjoy the view.

"Never give in--never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy." -Winston Churchill

Today's Photo

Patrick — Sat, 20 Dec 2008 01:19:00 GMT

One of the greatest reason I like about visiting Pearl Harbor besides its history is the USS Missouri (BB-63.) If your ever in Honolulu, take the time to visit this majestic ship. Every single time I've been in Hawaii I've visited her and she gets better each time.

A Christmas Present

Patrick — Tue, 16 Dec 2008 01:19:00 GMT

Anyone want to buy me a christmas present? I want one of these.

Photo of the Day - S-2T Turbo Tracker

Patrick — Mon, 15 Dec 2008 01:59:00 GMT

This is an Argentinian Navy Grumman S-2T Turbo Tracker doing touch and goes on the USS Ronald Reagan (CVN-76) in 2004. I was working night check on the at the time but I'm a fan of the Tracker and its twin the Tracer so I skipped sleep (not that I slept much then anyways) to watch this beauty do touch and go's on America's newest aircraft carrier. We also had a few Super Étendards hitting the deck. Its not often you have foreign aircraft on American decks.

Here's a video for you too. Enjoy!

Photo of the day - The Mighty Hummer

Patrick — Sun, 14 Dec 2008 05:25:00 GMT

No back story on this one. Just the mighty E-2C Hawkeye and the USS Nimitz (CVN-68)

Thoughts of the Sea.....

Patrick — Wed, 10 Dec 2008 02:18:00 GMT

I've been searching through my photo archives to find something to post today and I came across that reminded me of the strange things you do while stuck on a big gray floating airport in the middle of the ocean. Have you ever held a burial at sea for sea monkeys? Have you ever shaved a smiley face into someone head and then hid the clippers? have you ever gotten a day off while at sea just because you gave a thing of powdered koolaid to your boss? I could go on and on about this subject but a search on you tube could show you the same thing. Just search for "Navy Numa Numa."

But anyways, I did run across a good photo to share today. This one comes with a really simple back story. When your skipper say to paint a half naked lady on the side of your aircraft. You do it.

Then you paint more stuff until you get yourselves yelled at.

Photo of the Day - Victoria Canada

Patrick — Tue, 09 Dec 2008 04:13:00 GMT

Here is a beautiful shot of Wallbanger's 603 and 604 sitting on runway 02 at Victoria International (CYYJ) in Victoria, BC. We did a detachment there to support Excercise Trident Fury in 2006. They shut down runway 02 and we shared it with a couple UASF F-15 aircraft. This is the same det that my friend Sean and I had the privilidge of flying in a Royal Air Force E-3D AWACS. It was an extremely fun detachment and I have some good stories if anyone ever wants to hear them.

"I can imagine no more rewarding career. And any man who my be asked in this century what he did to make his life worthwhile. I think can respond with a good deal of pride and satisfaction: 'I served in the United States Navy'" - JFK

We will never forget...

Patrick — Sun, 07 Dec 2008 17:43:00 GMT

Yesterday, Dec. 7, 1941 - a date which will live in infamy - the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.

The United States was at peace with that nation and, at the solicitation of Japan, was still in conversation with the government and its emperor looking toward the maintenance of peace in the Pacific.

Indeed, one hour after Japanese air squadrons had commenced bombing in Oahu, the Japanese ambassador to the United States and his colleagues delivered to the Secretary of State a formal reply to a recent American message. While this reply stated that it seemed useless to continue the existing diplomatic negotiations, it contained no threat or hint of war or armed attack.

It will be recorded that the distance of Hawaii from Japan makes it obvious that the attack was deliberately planned many days or even weeks ago. During the intervening time, the Japanese government has deliberately sought to deceive the United States by false statements and expressions of hope for continued peace.

The attack yesterday on the Hawaiian islands has caused severe damage to American naval and military forces. Very many American lives have been lost. In addition, American ships have been reported torpedoed on the high seas between San Francisco and Honolulu.

Yesterday, the Japanese government also launched an attack against Malaya. Last night, Japanese forces attacked Hong Kong.

Last night, Japanese forces attacked Guam.

Last night, Japanese forces attacked the Philippine Islands.

Last night, the Japanese attacked Wake Island.

This morning, the Japanese attacked Midway Island.

Japan has, therefore, undertaken a surprise offensive extending throughout the Pacific area. The facts of yesterday speak for themselves. The people of the United States have already formed their opinions and well understand the implications to the very life and safety of our nation.

As commander in chief of the Army and Navy, I have directed that all measures be taken for our defense.

Always will we remember the character of the onslaught against us.

No matter how long it may take us to overcome this premeditated invasion, the American people in their righteous might will win through to absolute victory.

I believe I interpret the will of the Congress and of the people when I assert that we will not only defend ourselves to the uttermost, but will make very certain that this form of treachery shall never endanger us again.

Hostilities exist. There is no blinking at the fact that that our people, our territory and our interests are in grave danger.

With confidence in our armed forces - with the unbounding determination of our people - we will gain the inevitable triumph - so help us God.

I ask that the Congress declare that since the unprovoked and dastardly attack by Japan on Sunday, Dec. 7, a state of war has existed between the United States and the Japanese empire.

-President Franklin D. Roosevelt, His speech to Congress on December 8, 1941.

A Cat Shot

Patrick — Sat, 06 Dec 2008 03:37:49 GMT

So it video time today. One of my own videos. More its a video of me final checking one of my airplanes when I was at VAW-117. I'm the lone guy on the starboard side of the aircraft, just in front of the crowd.. You'll see me throw my thumb (okay you'll see my arm) up in the air just prior to the cat shot. Anyways, Enjoy.

Todays pho....hey, look a squirrel!!

Patrick — Thu, 04 Dec 2008 21:23:00 GMT

Shows that the Army is a little desperate and has found new ways of filling its man power shortages.... The 10th Squirrel Division is set to deploy in early 2009.

Beautiful Fallon Nevada...

Patrick — Wed, 03 Dec 2008 01:15:00 GMT

I've spent too much time in Fallon. Enough time to know my way around. Enough time to know to avoid Pigs in Space. Enough time to laugh at the line of cars that forms at Jack in the Box when night check lets out. Enough to know that driving the go carts while drunk and streaking in the snow are bad ideas...

Anyways. The flight line on NAS Fallon does offer some very spectacular views. In the photo above is Wallbanger 600 taxing for take off on Van Voorhis Field aboard NAS Fallon, Nevada. NAS Fallon is home to the famous "Top Gun" school and the lesser know " Top Dome" which is also know as Carrier Airborne Early Warning Weapons School.

Photo of the Day

Patrick — Mon, 01 Dec 2008 01:56:00 GMT

Can anybody pick me out? One of the funner things I've done out at sea is just off an aircraft carrier into the persian gulf.

When good O's go dumb...

Patrick — Mon, 01 Dec 2008 01:18:00 GMT

So when a pilot breaks our airplane, they write up the problem so we know to fix it. Let me just say we have some stupid pilots. The cord and connector in question are very simple to operate. Righty tighty, lefty loosey. It only goes on and off one way. What makes this MAF (maintenance action form) even funnier was the debrief I got from the mission commander. He handed me the broken cord with a cowering LTjg behind him. I wish you folks could have been there to see the look on his face. It was just priceless. But as you can read below, they way he wrote it was just as funny. I wish we had taken pictures of our sign offs, both the original one and the one that didn't get us yelled at.

Working title...

Patrick — Sun, 30 Nov 2008 03:04:00 GMT

Every so often I'll here a song or lyrics which remind me of a certain person, event or time in my life. I could be thinking or doing something completely different and those tunes take me back to a different time or place. Its the same way with smells. Certain smells tend to light off very vivid day dreams. Anyways, earlier today it was Devil Went down to Georgia. Normally it reminds me of Bridget and the Diner, strangely enough it reminded me of a dream I had a few months ago. I was sitting on my couch in my old apartment, well my old apartment on the inside, an unknown apartment on the outside. Must of gotten that part from a movie or something, but anyways. I hear a doorbell ring and when I open the door, Bridget is standing there with a bunch of boxes and if I remember my dream correctly, she said something to the effect of "everything went wrong, can I move in with you?"

It was just weird that I remembered that dream again. I had to call her and tell her about it the day after that dream. It was out of the ordinary for me and I guess I figured she should know she was invading my dreams. She is one friend who is more then welcome in my dreams anyway she wishes.

As I sit here and type this, my iTunes is on shuffle and it brought up another song that always brings back fun memories of my 2003 cruise on the Nimitz. We had kind of an unofficial song, so much so that we had "Navy" themed lyrics to go with it. I wonder if somebody still remembers those. I don't. The song itself was funny, more so because "Because I got High" is just counter to the Navys "Zero Tolerance" policy which just made it funnier to me.

On a completely different note, I've slowly been making some changes to my main site www.mysnafu.com. I've started to clear out the junk and streamline it. I haven't decided what I'm actually going to keep. I haven't gotten the traffic back since I relocated URL's. I guess my name actually attracted a lot of people. I do plan on putting the photo albums up soon. I just haven't decided how I'm going to do it yet. Lots of options on that front. My roommate has also gotten me interested in podcasts and I'm toying with the idea of created my own. Biggest thing with a podcast is having something to talk about. Most everything I type is random. Mostly to keep the thoughts from dancing around in my head.

Anyways, here is todays semi-regular Photo of the Day...

Well this on is of my sisters and I when we were little. Shannon is on the left, Jennifer is on the right, I'm in the middle.

And speaking of Bridget, here she is getting a feel for the Pacfic when she came to visit my in Point Mugu.

Jim Jones was a community organizer too...

Patrick — Sat, 29 Nov 2008 22:23:00 GMT

I ran into a bit of funny info in relation to President Elect Obama. Do you know that both he and Jim Jones were community organizer too? Is this something to look forward to? I might stop drinking kool aid if it is...

When I was a boy I was told that anybody could become President -- I'm beginning to believe it. - Clarence Darrow

Captain Glen Quadmire

Patrick — Sat, 29 Nov 2008 01:30:00 GMT

There are so many different reasons why this cracsk me up....

Happy Thanksgiving

Patrick — Thu, 27 Nov 2008 16:36:00 GMT

A beautiful sunset out at sea... Anyways, Happy Thanksgiving and remember to keep our brothers and sisters serving overseas in your thoughts.

Thank God every day when you get up that you have something to do that day which must be done whether you like it or not. Being forced to work and forced to do your best will breed in you temperance and self-control, diligence and strength of will, cheerfulness and content, and a hundred virtues which the idle will never know. - Basil Carpenter

A life full of bad dreams...

Patrick — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 05:41:00 GMT

Honestly, one of the things that have always drawn me to life at sea is the simplicity of life there. Think about it. When I was on cruise in 2005, I had very little to worry about. My parents had access to my money, so they paid my bills. I had 3 meals a day, the quality wasn't always great, but none the less, I had several options to choose from. I had a bed to sleep in, a free gym within walking distance. I had a very short commute to work; very, very little traffic. All life required of me was to eat, sleep and work. There were even bonuses. Every 4 weeks or so, I got to visit a new place. In 2005 alone I visited Guam, Hong Kong, Malaysia, Australia plus several other places I saw in 2003.

Some people don't seem to enjoy life surrounded by haze gray walls. My friend Kim, who's currently in the gulf aboard the TR, isn't very fond of the boat. She enjoyed her first visit to the sandbox, probably more so the beer there, but I think the fact that after a few days she'd have to go back out to sea took some of the fun away. I've been at sea with quite a few people who didn't like it. Some were very visible in PBS' "Carrier" which was filmed during my 2005 cruise. While I understand certain reasons that I've been given, I don't fully get them. This next part almost makes me want to reenlist...

I don't know how I would have ever come close to visiting the places or meeting the people. I was technically in 2 movies, although I was barely visible in either. The opportunities the navy has given me. Join the Navy; see the world...No shit.

There is however other aspects of the last 9 years I willing give up. Moments I wouldn't chose to live through again. It’s going on 1am right now. I have to be at work shortly before 5am. My alarm is set to go off at about 425. I'm sitting here yet again because the same scene continues to haunt my dreams. The same dream continues to scare the crap outta me. It comes and goes. I'll sleep fine for a few days (out of exhaustion mostly) then it slowly creeps its way back into my head. I remember when it first started, the first incarnation of this dream. I can remember the first night down to the hour. I had thought the next day that I had just dreamt it because I was reading a book about it. I know now it wasn't just a coincidence. While the dream I just had is very different from the first one, it’s very much the same. It’s warped its way into reality over time. Its connected fantasy with real life. It’s become to real to handle.

I've only told one person in detail about my dreams. I've mentioned them vaguely to a second. I no longer talk to one of them, and the second I'm afraid to tell in detail. If it stays locked up in my mind, it can't hurt anyone else.

My friend RW, who is now an Army Blackhawk Pilot, often speaks of how he misses the camaraderie he enjoyed in the navy. I know exactly what he is talking about because I miss it too. There were large blocks of time while I was with 117 that I was able to hold me dreams at bay. It was either my friends or the alcohol or both. Probably both. The folks I worked with then knew I drank a lot. The COC at 117 even tried to send me to a month long alcohol program. I was convincing enough to the DAPA councilor that it didn't happen. I don't think anyone really paid attention to my drinking habits. I drank a lot. It’s now a reason while I hardly drink. When I do it's only with very close friends. Other then that I've been good at holding myself to a 1 or 2 beer limit. I haven't had any hard liquor in a long time although my roommate’s bottle of Vodka in the freezer is calling my name.

Anyways, back on topic. Where was I? Camaraderie? Oh yeah. Thanks. At 117 the AT shop was a very close group of guys. We hung out almost daily and we where always there for each other. I haven't enjoyed the trust that we enjoyed then, it faded away before I even left 117. There was only one set of ears who new anything about my personal life at 120 and the keyword there folks was "was." Kim transferred. The only friend I could trust my first time at 120 hardly talks to me anymore. We exchange emails once in a while. I've figured out that there are only 3 people outside my family that I trust, but I consider them family so that statement doesn’t really work does it?

How does one go from talking about being Haze Gray, to speaking about who he feels he can trust? I wrote it and I don't even know. I'm just typing what floats into my head really. Just trying to distract myself.

Anyway, since I know I'm going to be asked for the true reasons that I'm getting out of the navy, I might as well let the world in. With out the details, they are as follows...

#1 - Family

#2 - Refer to the paragraph above about my dreams

#3 - I just feel in my heart that its time to move on.

I’m going to try and distract myself enough to get an hour or two of sleep.

Life isn’t so incredible today, so fuck the way I feel right now. I never want to feel this anymore. Shut the feelings all right down. I don't need them anymore...

"The energy behind a bad dream is the energy of hidden fears, which could be formed by anyone, since there are fears in anyone."

Another YouTube video...

Patrick — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 01:34:00 GMT

Another great youtube find and a great glimspe into the past of Naval Aviation.

One of the great reasons to be out at sea...

Patrick — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 01:24:00 GMT

One of the greatest reasons I love being at sea is the sights you sometimes see. Frequently marine life comes along side. I've seen dolphins jumping alongside the bow to the friendly whale above who came up for air and to hang out for a while. You never know what your gonna see. Things you can talk about...and things you can't.

Photo of the Day - Sao Paulo

Patrick — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 02:39:00 GMT

In the summer of 2004, my air wing had the privilege of riding the USS Ronald Reagan from Norfolk to its new home port in San Diego. On the way we had some unique opportunities. One of which was some cross deck fun with the Sao Paulo. The photo above has Banger 603 waiting to launch with the Sao Paulo along side in the background.

Project Valour-IT - Photo of the Day

Patrick — Thu, 20 Nov 2008 23:57:00 GMT

A little over 2 years ago, we went on detachment to Victoria, BC in support of Excersise Trident Fury. During that det, my buddy Sean and I had the privlige of catching a ride in the beautiful E-3D AWACS in the photo above. The British Royal Air Force was having smoe issues with some of its avionics and lacked the talent to fix it so they asked our Skipper for help. He volunteered us. About 10 minutes into flight we finished our job and had several hours of nothing to do. And after some litteral "High Tea" both Sean and I sat in the jump seat and in the Pilots seat.

I don't remember what Sean got to see, but I got about 15 minutes of "stick time" and a jump seat view of a touch and go at CFB Comox. Its a much different view of a 707 landing when your sitting in the cockpit. The Royal Air Force guys where pretty friendly and pret

ty much gave us full access to the entire plane. While I still prefer the Mighty Hummer over the AWACS, its a pretty damn cool airplane.

Life is Some Kind of Incredible...

War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself. -John Stewart Mill

Photo of the Day - Wallbanger 602

Patrick — Thu, 20 Nov 2008 03:01:00 GMT

Wallbanger 602, an E-2C Hawkeye 2000, traps onboard the USS Nimitz during my 2003 West Pac crusie. This plane never liked me and had quite a few gremlins. Ironicly, its now Greyhawk 654, the best backend we have at VAW-120.

Life is Some Kind of Incredible...

"Forgive many things in others; Forgive nothing in yourself. - Ausonius

Photo of the Day - Hong Kong

Patrick — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 02:49:00 GMT

This is a group a guys I worked with while I was stationed with VAW-117 in California. This specfic photo was taken at a place called the Red Rock Bar in Hong Kong. From the top right, its Me, Jay, and Gorski. On the bottom its Sean and Carlos. It was a very fun night and yes...Lots of beer was invloved.

-Some Kind of Incredible...

"The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits." - Einstein

Project Valour-IT

Patrick — Tue, 18 Nov 2008 01:47:00 GMT

I'd like to introduce some of you to Project Valour-IT. The following is courtesy of Soldiers' Angels.

Project Valour-IT

(formerly Voice-Activated Laptops for OUR Injured Troops)

In memory of SFC William V. Ziegenfuss

Every cent raised for Project Valour-IT goes directly to the purchase and shipment of laptops and other technology for severely wounded service members. As of November 2008, Valour-IT has distributed over 2700 laptops to severely wounded Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Marines across the country, and is now expanding its mission to include other technology that supports physical and psychological recovery.

Valour-IT accepts donations in any amount to support our mission, but also offers a sponsorship option for laptops. An individual or organization may sponsor a wounded soldier by completely funding the cost of a laptop and continuing to provide that soldier with personal support and encouragement throughout recovery. This has proved to be an excellent project for churches, groups of coworkers or friends, and members of community organizations such Boy Scouts.

Originally Valour-IT provided the voice-controlled software that accompanies the laptops, but now works closely with the Department of Defense Computer/electronic Accommodations Program (CAP): CAP supplies the adaptive software and Valour-IT provides the laptop. In addition, DoD caseworkers serve as Valour-IT’s “eyes and ears” at several medical centers, identifying patients in need of laptops and other technological support for their recovery. Wounded military personnel can also directly request a laptop through the sign-up form or through the Valour-IT/Soldiers' Angels representatives at the following medical centers:

* Balboa Naval Hospital

* Brooke Army Medical Center

* Madigan Regional Medical Center

* National Naval Medical Center (Bethesda Naval Hospital)

* Naval Hospital, Camp Pendleton

* Robert E. Bush Naval Hospital (29 Palms)

* Walter Reed Army Medical Center

Thanks to the efforts of the Military Order of the Purple Heart, Valour-IT is also able to reach patients in VA hospitals who would benefit from a Valour-IT laptop or other technology to support their recovery and independence.

27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000">

Its something I found out about not to long ago. Please make a donation and support these folks (and Team Navy). For more information check out Soldiers' Angels and please help support this very worthy project.

Life is Some Kind of Incredible

Believe in it...

Patrick — Mon, 17 Nov 2008 03:28:00 GMT

I find myself still adoring Erin.

I know she cares about me.

I love Erin.

you are friendly, kind and caring

sensitive, loyal and understanding

humorous, fun , secure and true

always there.. yes that's you.

I feel funny whenever I find myself thinking about her.

special, accepting, exciting and wise

truthful and helpful, with honest eyes

confiding, forgiving, cheerful and bright

yes that's you.. not one bit of spite

I know I'd be worse off without her in my life.

you're one of a kind, different from others

generous, charming, but not one that smothers

optimistic, thoughtful, happy and game

but not just another.. in the long chain.

I want to make and keep her happy and always feeling loved.

appreciative, warm and precious like gold

our friendship won't tarnish or ever grow old

you'll always be there, i know that is true

i'll always be here.. always for you.

I just wish she was here right now, not so far away. Not so busy.

Life is some kind of incredible...

Celebrate Veterans day

Patrick — Wed, 12 Nov 2008 01:40:00 GMT

It's Veterans Day. The day we all thank those in and who've served in the Armed Forces. It should happen everyday. Everytime you see a Vet, you should say thank you. Say thank you and shake there hand. Anyways...

To those who've gone before me, Thank You. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

My roomate posted this video on his blog, The Conservative Pundit and its quite a good find. Check it out.

So in honor of Veterans day, here is a little military history for you...

WHEEL CHAIR SEVEN
TF-1Z
BUNO 136791

The Navy's first official C.O.D.'s ( Carrier Onboard Delivery ) were the TBM's of the 40's and 50's that had their interiors configured to accommodated cargo and passengers. These planes were normally a part of the ship's company, or attached to some near by Naval Air Station. However, during, and after, the Korean War most were attached to a number of squadrons, including VR-21, to which 136791 would be attached in the future. In the early 50's, many of the TBM's were replaced by AD-3's, and -4's, which also had their interiors reconfigured.

Then came the TF-1.......

The Grumman TF-1 Trader ( later redesiginated the C-1A ) was the first aircraft built from the ground up to perform the C.O.D. duties that still are carried on by a Grumman aircraft, the C-2 Greyhound, supplemented by the Lockheed US-3A ' Hoover ' which is a conversion of the S-3A Anti-Submarine Warfare aircraft. The C.O.D. is normally the most welcome aircraft to be retrieved aboard ship as they bring the mail, the fresh fruit and vegetables, your replacement, and your ride home. LCDR. Tex Houston tells of a take off from a carrier on Yankee Station on Christmas Day where he heard some pounding on his side window. Looking out to see who and why some one was trying to get his attention, he saw a " Green Shirt " holding up the palm of his hand, where there was written in ball point,

"GOT THREE GREAT LETTERS!!
THANKS C.O.D.
MERRY XMAS! "

BUNO 136791's first duties involved life as a test bed for future TF's to be built and modified. She served in this duty only for roughly a year, and then joined the fleet. After serving with VR-5 at NAS Moffett Field, in Sunnyvale, CA., she was attached to VR-21 at Atsugi, Japan where she was assigned the duties of being the personal " ride " for the Admiral commanding the Seventh Fleet, or COMSEVENFLT, and the designation of TF-1Z, with the radio call sign of " WHEEL CHAIR SEVEN ".

Wheel Chair Seven served in this duty until one day in Nov. of 1960 when she launched off the U.S.S. ORISKANY carrying U.S. Sen. Hugh Scott of PA. Sen. Scott was a Naval Reserve Capt. and was returning from a two week Reserve Cruise. Also aboard was then Cdr. Charles Laribenno, who was to become the Skipper of the U.S.S. Oriskany. ( His brother, Capt. John Laribenno, was also to become a Skipper of the Oriskany making them the only brothers to ever command the same U.S. Navy Man-of War in history. ) On this day, as the aircraft proceeded from the Oriskany to M.C.A.S. Iwkuni for fuel, and then to proceed on to N. A. S. Atsugi so that Sen. Scott could catch a flight back to the states, a total electrical failure was experienced while on a G. C. A. approach. Knowing they were below the mountain tops, the Aircraft Commander, Lt. C. L. Priddy went into a climbing left turn to get some altitude, then headed east were he felt there was weather more favorable to their situation. After 20 minutes of flight, they reached a low fuel state, and seeing a hole in the clouds that reached to the ground below, he then circled down into this hole, coming out at the bottom over the dry Yoshino River bed on the Japanese Shikoku Island. Feeling that the landing gear would not hold up to a landing on this rocky river bed, Lt.. Priddy and his co-pilot, Cdr. Jack Ramsey, elected to make a wheels up landing. When the dust settled, the aircraft was damaged, but all souls aboard were uninjured. Least of all Sen. Scott, who when approached by people of the local village of Mima, in the manner of a consummate politician, said " I know you can not understand English, nor a word I'm saying, but I'm running for re-election and I need your vote!!!! "

In a situation such as this, the Navy would have normally removed all useable components, and written off the aircraft, but the local people of Mima, the nearby city of Tokushima, and the Japanese Maritime Self Defense Force stationed nearby, decided that they had to adopt this aircraft, and get it flying again. The Navy then flew in some Sea Bee's to help, some Marines for security, and when ready, two pilots to fly her out. Also, as the local people did not speak English, nor the American's involved speak Japanese, a U.S. Navy Lt. Cliff Warataki, whose parents came from this same village prior to WWII, was sent as an interpreter. After roughly 30 days of temporary repairs to the belly of the aircraft, two engines changes, and the building of 1600 feet of runway, partly covered by Martson mating, Wheel Chair Seven took to the air again flown by Cdr. Joe Massy and then Lt. Tex Houston. The take-off was witnessed by some 10,000 Japanese locals who, until Wheel Chair Seven had arrived, had never seen an aircraft up close, let alone one taking off, nor Americans since the end of WWII, if then. She was flown to Atsugi where a permanent repair was done, and then returned to duty to retire in May of 1983, Retire..... As with many Retired Navy types, she then went to work! After an 8 year hiatus sitting in the desert, then being pulled out and reconditioned, in 1993 she became an Alaskan.

She is now currently owned by Pete Haggland of Fairbanks, and works for her hydrocarbons hauling supplies, fuel and equipment to Pete's mine, and under the guise of ' C-1 Aerofuels ', fuel for other miners in the Interior of Alaska. And she is not alone at Fairbanks. More retired Navy aircraft work and live there, including 3 Navy C-118's who also haul fuel and freight, a Navy T-28B, a Navy GB-1 Beech Staggerwing, and now, a T-6D in the colors of VMT-2. There are also rumors that WC7 has been spending some of her long winter nights sharing a hanger with another Navy T-28B, but this has yet to be confirmed. Navy Wings of Gold are well represented in the Interior of Alaska!

Life is some kind of incredible...

John Glenn Research Center

Patrick — Tue, 11 Nov 2008 14:36:00 GMT

Not to long ago, a group of us and some of our airplanes were sent to Cleveland to escape a "big bad hurricane." I use the term hurricane very loosely. Anyways, we hung out at NASA's John Glenn Research Center. Home to a small fleet of shiny white planes including the cleanest S-3 I've ever seen. While I was bored the whole time and it was a waste of resources, it was different. Here are a couple shots from my old cellphone.

T-34C Turbo Mentor

Lear 23

DCH-6

Lear 25

S-3B Viking

T-34C Turbo Mentor

Life is some kind of incredible...

More Youtube...

Patrick — Sun, 09 Nov 2008 01:07:00 GMT

I was surfing other blogs today and I can across this...

The Good Old Times....We miss them...

Patrick — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 00:50:00 GMT

I felt a little nostalgic tonight and found myself watching old videos I made when I was a World Famous Wallbanger... Figured that I'd share them with those who have seen them.

Only the Eightball Knew - Westpac 2003

Born in the USA

A COD tries to swim....

Patrick — Thu, 06 Nov 2008 21:15:00 GMT

Wait until about a minute in when it changes from the island view to the deck view.

Hide and seek...

Patrick — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 02:15:00 GMT

Life is out there, rushing by my eyes. It's playing hide and seek with me. Its running in cycles. Great at the beginning, painful towards the end. An endless array of sleepless nights...Many more where sleep brings bad memories. Things that your mind feels you shouldn't forget. Things you'd rather not remember, let alone think about. But they appear when you least expect it and drive right back into the insanity you thought had you left. I'm waiting for the one point in my life where the pain is replaced with happiness. I want something to replace the memories of lost friends, its hard to think of those good times. I'm tired of the same old dreams. All I seem to do is think. I think about everything. The things tha annoy the crap out of me are the only things that seem to escape my lips and that only seems to happen in short bursts. Lately those bursts have come at bad times. Sooner before later, it'll get me into some trouble... ...Where am I, what the hell is going on? Someone rescuse me from the black abyss... So many things I should say. So many people I'd just like to say fuck you too...I just can't seem to do that...I sit here alone and wonder why. Wonder why I have to put up with stupidity. I need sanity. Luckily someone is filling my head with good thoughts... ...What is She Thinking About Now.....That question brings a smile to my face just thinking about it....When she opens her eyes in the morning, squinting from the sunlight, she sees me....A smile comes across her face…Why... Maybe it was because I was the first thing that she wanted to see...Maybe it’s because I was in the dream she just woke up from...Maybe it's the sight of me that made her happy...I love her...I want her...I think about her...I dream about her...I'm curious about her...Just a passing thought about her...The touch of her, the feel of her, the sensation, the emotion, the connection, the love, the lust, the embrace, the ache, the total indifference, the total need, the countless daydreams, the occasional longings...

Something to cheer me up.

Crazy Train

Patrick — Tue, 04 Nov 2008 02:00:00 GMT

Surfin' Youtube

Patrick — Sat, 01 Nov 2008 16:03:00 GMT

Just some random YouTube videos I cam across.

Windows......

Patrick — Wed, 29 Oct 2008 20:37:00 GMT

Really? Really? Your kidding right? Wow.....Sadly I have used this before.

Forever.....

Patrick — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 23:53:00 GMT

Nobody truly wants to live forever. I honestly don't care what you my think or imagine. You don't want to live forever. There is enought stuff that happens in your life that you will continue to relive until the day your body is buried in the earth.....

This is more likely to end up being a post of random thoughts. I was hoping to engage in a conversation to organize them, however the voices in my head stopped talking to me yesterday and the voice outside my head....Well she hasn't texted me yet. So 3 million or more thoughts are twirling around inside my mind. Confusing the living shit outta me. We started a conversation around a week ago that we still haven't finished. I'm not even sure which one of use is avoiding the topic, but I have a feeling that its me. If that the case, its totally unfair. I can say with certianty that she has dominated the majority of my thought for a while now. The only thing that really is over powering her is work, and that just because I'm sick in the head. I'm sitting here patiently awaiting her text, okay well not so patiently....

Anyways....Before I bore you with things you don't care about, let me change the subject. Over the past 9 years, I've had the privelidge of becomeing friends with some truely amazing people and it is always hard to say goodbye to them. Hard enough that I'd rather avoid it. Unfortuently I don't. Now if I could just take the fact that I told certian people that I will do just about anything to keep a girl from crying, even more to ge tthem to stop. I"m not sure but I just don't like it when girls cry around me. In the last few months, several of my really good friends have left me. One to switzerland for the next several years (frikin sate department), one to Flordia and now on cruise in the Gulf and the growing number I'll leave behind in march. Fuck missing the Navy. I'm going to miss my friends.

So I was playing halo earlier today with Cliff and he reminded me of a song I hadn't thought about in a while.....DING FRIES ARE DONE....

Not sure why, but its just funny... Maybe because I never worked at Burger King.

Anyways. Think I'll end this here before I confuse you anymore....

--Catch you on the Flipside--

Politics and other things....

Patrick — Wed, 08 Oct 2008 01:23:00 GMT

So the Presidential debate is on in the background, mainly because I'm not sure where the remote went too, but I'm annoyed be it none the less. In my opinion, politicians and the stupid games they play are just that. Stupid. What purpose does the "finger pointing" serve? None, its a waste of oxygen. Just shut the hell up and fix the damn problems...

Enough on that. Nickelback has a new song out called "gotta be sombody" and it couldn't be better in my eyes. Now they just need to drop thier CD early.

Translated Freestyle Battle

Patrick — Sun, 05 Oct 2008 02:27:00 GMT

Haha, this is just too funny.....

A not so long week....

Patrick — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 04:17:14 GMT

After a week working days, I whole heartedly remember why I've been
hiding on a nights or mid shift for the last eight and a half years.
Way to many people I don't need to deal with. I'm up for something
with a lot less stress. I'm laughing at the fact that I asked for
this. He now has two more than capable people to do his job, yet
somehow he still doesn't get a damn thing done. Only time will tell,
but I see someones path of failure before I go on terminal leave. I'm
willing to put money on that. But I'm supposed to keep my
"negativity" to myself, so I guess I'll do that.

On a more fun note I am so f'n in love with my iPhone. I can't put it
down. Even though I am still anti-apple. My iPhone and my iPod have
earned a small spot in my world. Even though my roommate would love
it if I bought an actual mac, I just cannot picture myself owning
one. I consider them too user friendly for my tastes. I would have
nothing to tinker with. That would bum me out. On the Apple note
though, this blog post is being typed on my iPhone.

I've started to come to terms that I have no idea why I'm getting out
of the navy, yet I'm intent on it. (The previous sentence does in no
way mean I'm thinking of reenlisting). Anyways. The world outside of
the Navy is a strange place. It makes me wish I'd have paid attention
to it over the last 8 and 1/2 years. The only job I ever really had
before the Navy was domino's. Yet it doesn't count. I had no bills,
no responsibilites or anything. Not much of a lesson for the future.
Thank god for my parents who thankfully taught me lessons long ago
that I'm juat realizing that they taught me. I've looked back and
picked out lessons from some of the strangest moments in my life. But
I guess that's what parents are for.

I guess that's it for now, it's midnight and time for me to go to sleep.
Goodnight Internet!

Legos, and some cool ass airplanes

Patrick — Tue, 30 Sep 2008 09:35:00 GMT

So i was surfing the internet cause i can't sleep and I ran across one of the coolest thing 've seen in a long time...

http://gizmodo.com/356469/giant-lego-b+1b-bomber-escorted-by-fighters-hawkeye-aircraft

Anyways, this is too early in the morning to be awake.

Where did I go?

Patrick — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 07:30:00 GMT

Cool little app on my I-phone, tracks where I've been. Heres where I went yesterday.

GPS tracking powered by InstaMapper.com

The Chair Force

Patrick — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 01:16:00 GMT

Not that I like the Air Force, but I ran across this video on youtube and its pretty funny.

Searching for Tommorrow

Favorite Dr. Seuss Quotes

9-11 Tribute.

When I Retire...

AC-130....

Show Me the Way

Future Bus?

Who needs 2 engines anyways?

I guess we shouldn't talk to robots.

Wallbanger 602

Finn's Fury - Good Music

Letters from War

Sandy Update.

Photo of the Day - My Truck

Fun Facts About Terrorists

Photo of the Day - Batu Caves

Photo of the Day - Wallbangers

Photo of the Day - Sao Paulo

100 Reasons its great to be a guy.

Sandy the VW Bus

A boy, A bus, A love Story.

This might be my new Bus!!

Delta 1 and 2

and here is a Turtle humping a shoe...

Stupid French

Todays, or Tommorrows, Photo of the Day

The La Cumbre vocano...

Easter Bunny is a little late...

Wheel Chair Seven

Finally......

In the Memory...

Apple

This took balls...

I love this...

To the stupid ass who hit my truck...

A funny story!

Vacation...

Out to sea...

Ha, really funny....

So someone sent me this little quiz, and just look at what the results were. YOU ALL SUCK!!

I'm a Lifer!

Talent: 49%Lifer: 54%Mandarin: 31%

New Arrival here at Searching

Guts or balls...

I''m on a Boat

So. Funny Story

The cost of Freedom

Blame Halo

Tommorrow

Tommy

Armed Forces World Tour

This would suck.

Boom Operator

My Reenlistment

YOU KNOW YOU'RE FROM STRATFORD...

President Obama

Good friends and fun times...

Santiagos finest...

E-3D AWACS

Todays photo dosen't exist.

The War Was In Color

Happy New Year

The Petronas Twin Towers

Today's Photo

A Christmas Present

Photo of the Day - S-2T Turbo Tracker

Photo of the day - The Mighty Hummer

Thoughts of the Sea.....

Photo of the Day - Victoria Canada

We will never forget...

A Cat Shot

Todays pho....hey, look a squirrel!!

Beautiful Fallon Nevada...

Photo of the Day

When good O's go dumb...

Working title...

Jim Jones was a community organizer too...

Captain Glen Quadmire

Happy Thanksgiving

A life full of bad dreams...

Talent: 49%
Lifer: 54%
Mandarin: 31%