My Window On The World

We bought webcams before he left, hoping we could use them to chat... alas, since the communication level is SHIT we haven't been able to use them. But I can play with it and use its special features.



What a GREAT investment.

It would be better if he was in Baghdad since they have a more established base with easier communication. But he is in the heart of the Sunni Triangle, and he might as well be in the fucking Bermuda Triangle...



I could turn into a YouTube spaz and start posting video responses to people's posts a la Jerry Springer... That would be one TAME option for webcam usage. I do not think Shane would appreciate me starting a webcam pornsite while he was gone. Well, maybe if it was only viewable by him...

I am having a HORRIBLE time narrowing down my wardrobe for Seattle. I can't BEAR to leave my clothes behind... I have such a close, personal love affair with every pair of shoes, pants and heck every goddamned stitch of goodness that I own. If I'm not careful, I'll end up bringing 47 outfit changes for a 2-week vacation... I am a very very crappy packer. But I'm pretty sure my father-in-law would not appreciate picking us up at Sea-Tac with 6 huge suitcases...

Last time I flew back from Seattle, my bags were WAYWAY over-limit on weight and I had to go through them and shove a bunch of crap into my carry on so I looked like a freakin bag lady on the plane. It was very humiliating and that will not happen again.

PLUS since the boys are each allowed 2 checked pieces of luggage, I can at least legally pack a shitload.

I am working on self-control right now.

Last Pictures of Paves, I Swear. No More.

The most retarded thing about me not blogging for a month is that for some reason, I don't allow myself to read other people's blogs that I normally read if I myself am not blogging. It's like I'm putting myself on restriction or something. Plus I have been so very busy being depressed. Takes up a lot of time. SO NOW I have a lot of catch-up reading to do on other people's blogs. But it is GREAT READING!!



Theses are the last of the Pave party pics I'll post. WHEW that was a lot of "P"s!!

I liked Betsy's dress a lot. She is on the right in the pic below:



The furry leopard print was an EXCELLENT choice!! She is very cute. So is Hillary, who is in the middle.

Extra sad is the fact that since the Pave Low Squadron shut down, all of my frieds I had here are leaving. Or they have already left. Hey, anyone wanna be FRIENDS?? Oh, I am a huge nerdface.

This is an article about the squadron shut-down.

I AM still very very excited about the Transformer movie...

Here is a picture of the Pave robot - his name is Blackout and he is a Decepticon (that means he's a BAD GUY!!):



And the TOYS!! Oh, the toys... they will be on every guys wishlist this Christmas:



It feels good to write again... feels kind of like giving attention to a neglected pet.

Hiding Under A Rock

I think that I took this picture after Kathryn took a picture like this. But she does it better. The cool thing is that you can see my crooked pinkie... I broke it in grade school and my mom didn't believe me so it was never set so it healed all jacked up.

Shane came and went after being home for about 4 crazy days, in which he had appointments on base, packing packing packing, and general craziness. I stuck to his side like glue and then poof he left and the SADness hit me like a shitbrick.

I am STRESSED like a motherfucker and every time I hear about a soldier killed in Iraq I have to STOP and listen to the news and try to figure out who/what/where and then I google it and then I stress a little more. 2 guys were killed on a helicopter on Memorial Day and um, can we say SUCKY?? Me, scared?? But then I got an email from him this morning so apparently he is still alive. Wasn't him. Phew.

He is flying the MI-17s and now also Hueys and he is loving it. It is exciting and crazy and he lives for this shit. Here is an example of what he writes to me:

"A mortar was launched into base when we were flying and I saw where it
impacted and it wasn't very impressive (no holes in the ground or
anything) they try to hit the Apaches across the runway from us-- we had to land
while the Army fired cannons at the location from where the mortar was fired
from- it was pretty cool."

Humph. Those mortars don't scare my man at all! So brave. So. fucking. brave.

I get a phone call from him about once every 8-9 days... NOT GOOD. Ah, well...

I'm flying up to Seattle with the boys next week and I CAN'T WAIT. Gonna do some serious shopping and eating and it will be generally excellent... Focus on the positive...

Where's Valdo?