But I’ve been busy.

So there.

More later.

So my host had a bit of a hickup this week… all seems to be back to normal.

What a pain…

I’ve always had a rough time taking guys like Pat Robertson, Tammy Faye, and Jerry Falwell seriously. Even in my more impressionable years, I’ve never been able to grasp the level of lunacy necessary to spew the nonsense they preach. RRC forum member Green, posted a series of quotes by the late Jerry Falwell on OG’s Jerry Falwell blog comments. IMO, they do a great job of summarizing the bullshit that this guy was spreading…

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This is a really funny place to live.

I seldom have afternoons at home to myself. On the rare occasion that I do, I always observe something tragically out of place in my neighborhood.

The other day I saw the neighbor boy walking down the street holding a dead cat by the tail. My fledgling parental instincts kicked in, and I yelled at the kid to put it down. Within the hour, animal control was there to dispose of the dead kitty. Apparenty, this kid is consistantly up to something nuts, because his parents didn’t seem the least bit surprised.

Today’s comes in the form of a child-molester ice cream van…

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Two and a half years ago I volunteered to become my unit’s CPR instructor. I went through a few weeks worth of training, a rough certification course through the American Heart Association, a probationary period of supervised instruction, and eventually I was accepted into the fold as a full-fledged instructor. At the time, I thought all of the hooplah was a bit “much”. Now, and only now, do I really GET why they were as anal as they were.

I work in my unit’s control center. I had been at work for maybe an hour before one of the guys from my unit busts into the room to tell us that one of the unit’s contractors has a serious medical problem, and needs ambulance. Having heard that much, I sprang up.. ran into the room.. to see a 40-50 year old black man in a computer chair. His head was tilted back… he was gargling, and really pale.
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So I’ve been mulling over a few stray thoughts I’ve had about the not-too-distant future. Not the deployment, or even getting out of the Air Force… When I’m done, I’ll have four semesters of school left… three if I load heavy.

I’m not nervous to graduate and eventually move on to the “real world” or anything… I just finally realized what my greatest fear is knocking some girl up. A similar situation recently hit really close to home, so this kind of stuff has been bouncing around my mind a lot lately.
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