Here we go....

Mungo, Good to hear that things are going well in the "Small I." I am glad that you are having a good time and having a lot of fun. Be careful when you kick black balls in the middle of the night though... it can be construed as racist... he he he.

So here are my past 2 days... Get ready, but I don't know how much I will actually type. I will try not to leave anything noteworthy out.

Kevin and I rented a car to drive to Seoul on Wednesday (back to Osan) and Incheon Int Airport today.

Yesterday, we took off around 1030 and got to Seoul around 1130. Made it to Seoul with no real hitch other than a little confusion with Toll Booth Willy. There was slight confusion on how there tolls operate, but we made it through them fine. However, when we got into Seoul was another issue. The 3, yes 3, maps that we had were decent. Not good by any means. Most of the streets were not labeled on the maps, so land marks (which were labeled on the map) were our main guidance. It was purely by chance we found the building that we were looking for because I looked up and saw a street that may (but probably did not) correlate with the subway system we had ridden a few days ago. It somehow worked out. So we get there, and it is lunchtime. This means we have to wait an hour before we can see them. So we go and park the car. I was slightly worried about where we parked the car because it was in a parking lot of a tax center that had a gate that would possibly close if they shut down for the day. I don't know if they actually use it or if it just another decoration in "the land of the not quite right." We go have Popeye's chicken for lunch since we are waiting anyway. The calamari on the side of the road was not too appetizing and neither was the something or other-on-a-stick. So Popeye's it was. After lunch, it was back to the office. We filled out forms, turned them in and got yelled at because we tried to use the AK drivers license as a form of ID. Didn't work. Busted out the AF ID and she became beyond polite and was very nice to us. Who fucking knows why that was, but it worked, so no complaints. It is about 1315 at this time. We finally saw them after about a 2 hour wait in a hot, stinky room. We got to see them for roughly 8 minutes. Yup, 8 minutes. This, however, is better than the other people were getting since they were all only getting about 3 minutes. Once again, I think because of the AF shit, but can not confirm. We said our goodbyes and started back on the roadtrip again. This actually became a bit of an adventure, though we had a clue (I think I actually mean WAG) of how to get out. The WAG, I mean clue, was close to right on except for about 2 turns. By this time, it is now about 1600. The start of rush hour. Fuck me, these people are worse than the fuckers in LA, Vegas and Houston combined. Very aggressive driving mode was kicked in. So we made it to the highway and went a few km before the gridlock began to get bad. So, picture this (which part of this was done just because we are from the US and proud of it)... 2 American dudes (very easy to spot) driving (or creeping) down the highway with "Sweet Home Alabama" absolutely fucking cranked up with the windows down just chillin in a Hyundai Sonata. We were feeling like we needed to be in a '68 Camero or a late 50's Stingray. We didn't have one of those though, so the Sonata it was. Traffic cleared up after about 20 km of a slow crawl (but not an absolute dead stop, which was a bonus) and we finally made it home around 1800. Yup 8 hours for 8 minutes. If you have not caught on by now, and I know ST has, (he has slightly more bogey dope) it was worth the drive and waiting.

Then there was today... Today SUCKED HUGE DONKEY BALLS, up until just before I started writing this Blog. Here is why. Got up this morning at around 0500. Left the place at around 0610 after I had to wait for Kevin because he overslept and I woke his ass up at about 0540. We also picked up one of the girls mother to bring her along so she could say bye to her kid and their luggage that we had packed last week. She speaks about as much English as I do Russian. Anywho, we are on the road to Incheon AP. Once again Toll Booth Willy was a slight factor. Not as much as prior, but the amounts were all different on the roads. I think I spent about $25 in tolls over the past 2 days. There highways are EXTREMELY well kept though. Smooth as hell and VERY clean, and really nice bridges and tunnels. Couldn't really get good pics though, too much traffic and sidewalls. We get there at around 0800. They said they would be there around 0900 so we wanted to make sure that we didn't get lost on the way to the AP, thus the leaving early. Well, after many phone calls/text messages of mass confusion, they finally get to the AP at around 1100. We are told to wait (more) and they will be able to see us shortly. Then they say 1345. That is changed to "Ohh, sowwy suh, they no see you." I am now pissed off. Here I am, waiting, waiting and more waiting, to be fucking told that I can't see my chick before she leaves the fucking country. Not even fucking SEE her! Not just, no touchy. No, no seeyee either. So, we check in their shit and leave. I wanted to punch something really bad. Elena did, however, call me a few times and send a few text messages before the plane took off. This was while I was driving 130 km/h so needless to say, not much got accomplished on those calls. Oh, I am the only one of us with a license to drive in "The Big K" so there was no option for anyone else to take over. Although a Chinese Fire Drill would have been funny on the highway, but not at that speed. n/m, I am losing track of the story. We get back to Osan with no hitch, just a long disappointing drive and several Toll Booth Willies.

Kev and I went out to eat then went out to have a drink. Yup, I had 2 drinks tonight. Funny thing is, they tasted like shit and I didn't even want the second one but the manager of the bar bought it for me, so I could not be rude and say no. Honestly, I did not want the second one. It did not taste good, nor did it help me in any way. I had a coke after that and that was truly tasting better. I think I have lost the urge to want to drink after those 2.

I get home from the bar and call Elena. She is home safe and sounded really happy. This is a good thing. She is now able to see her kid everyday and I am happy for her. She said she missed me and we talked for about 15 minutes. There really is not a huge difference in price between calling the US and calling Russia, so no worries there. She also had me talk to her mom... That was interesting, I think I caught about 2 words out of that conversation. The term conversation is used loosely on this. I also talked to her daughter. This went slightly better. She is taking English, but was shy so Elena was pimping her on what to say. Then Elena got back on the phone and told me to try in Russian to Juliana (Elena's kid) This went slightly better than the first time, but not great. I know VERY limited Ruskie and I am sure the slight southern accent does not help shit. But, I did manage to say a few things (correctly, others were bastardized) and understood EVERYTHING she said. She was saying very simple phrases to me though. I talked to Elena a few more minutes, then we hung up. I will talk to her again probably tomorrow, but the everyday thing is not going to happen. That would get WAY too expensive. I don't like talking on the phone to begin with, as y'all should already know, much less paying to talk on the phone other than a local phone bill. But even then, I hate phone bills too. OK, so I just hate bills.

After I was done talking to her, I started to blog. I hope y'all found it at least somewhat interesting. Honestly, I hope you found the humor that I tried to put in it too. It is much easier for me to make slight jokes to ease my own tension. Dudes, I miss the chick. I know what you are all thinking too... Yes, I am hung up on her. But, this could be a good thing, it keeps me from fucking anything that walks while I am here. I also realize this could be a bad thing, but right now, I have this true fear of commitment which keeps me in check for the most part.

I am a fucking nutcase. I just wish at least one of y'all could have actually met her. Yeah, well, such is life.

No worries about Eddie though. I am not really down in the dumps because she is happier, which makes me better. I am not going to do anything rash. I just have the life of shitty relationships.

OK, I am done with my soap box and feel much better that I got that off my chest. Later bro's

Paka (bye)

Eddie

Post. This is my blog. Yo. Yo. Kick it DJ, spin dat beat.
I left Florida Friday night and got to Dubuque, Iowa Saturday night. I met Sara Jean at The Village Inn on Dodge St. and we drank coffee and had french toast. It was good. Then we went to her house, showered up and went to a Salsa House Party. Salsa as in dancing, not a mexican dip party. The party was wild and out of control and huge. So many sexy women with beers in the cleevage. It was bizarre but I behaved myself like a perfect gentleman because Sara Jean was there. Later, Sara and I bought bubble guns and shot bubbles all over Dubuque. We even made a little video with a digital camera. I had a great time with Sara Jean. I got to Osage on Monday afternoon and hung out with the family. Monday night I went for a drive in the country with my brother, Ryan. I drove out to the house that Jill used to live in...and I spent some time on the one lane bridge. I told Ryan a little bit about her, but mostly I didn't say anything. That was good, but I'm going back there tonight, by myself, and I'm going to stay there longer. Yesterday (Tuesday) Ryan, my pops, and I went to visit my sister, Meghan, in Ames, Iowa. She's going to school at Iowa State. She's a cyclone. We all ate coffee and I bought a black soccor ball and we all went out to a soccor field and played soccor until it had been dark for an hour. Playing soccor by moon light with a black ball is really hard, especially if your the goalie. I made my brother be the goalie. HA HA HA. Today or tomorrow, I plan on goign to the Spam museum in Ausitn, MN. My friend Chris Klatt should be coming down tomorrow or so. I'll be here until Saturday and then I'll be heading back to Florida. Crappy crappy Florida. But for now, I'm having a very good time.

Peace and Love,
Erik

Song of the Day: Unwritten Law - "Up All Night"

Seoul Searching (Pun possibly intended)

Hey, is the blog title from a long time ago... I think I remember that from something, and not just math class.

So, it is off to Seoul AGAIN today. This time I will be able to see her. ST, I already gave you the bogey dope on the situation. Yes, I really do like this chick. But realistically, there is a slim chance this would advance anywhere even if I did go to Russia to see her in a few months. I do care about her a lot though. Maybe it is because it is something completely different than prior relationships... there tends to be a bit more spice there. I dunno...

Wow... my car has a whole 175 miles on her. Go Calypso... I miss having my car. I am thinking about giving her a new sound system when I get back to make her happy. Something with at least an MP3 player and some new speakers. I dont think I will go to the counter-sinking woofers though. That just gets to be too much.

Well, off to the races...

Searching Seoul

Dude, I am sorry to hear about the crappy trip to the big city! I hope the next one goes better for you and you get to spend some time with the chicky.

I think that you care about her much more that you let on or you wouldn't be nearly as upset as you are. It's not bad that you care so much, just sad that is has to work out this way. Sorry about everything dude.

On a bright note. You car now has about 175 miles on it since you left. I might even have to put gas in it within a month! I think I should probably go and get it washed too since it is a little dusty, not bad though.

Okay, I am off to hook up another computer. I bought a switch that will let me use one monitor, keyboard and mouse to control two computers. Pretty neat stuff.

ST out

Monday

Today is better. I am home and the house is pretty much fixed up.

Two weeks until Disneyworld!

ST

Carpet time

I have been dealing with carpet all weekend. Dude, my whole house we torn up. It was just as bad as moving! I have been moving and arranging stuff today (sun) for over 13 hours today. I am tired.

Talk to you later.

ST

HELLOOOOO???

Did everyone forget how to blog shit or what??? WHERE BE MY DAWGS????

Peace

Wasted trip

Well, Went to Seoul yesterday. Got there after 2.5 hours of mass transit around "The Big K." What happens then? Yup, they are closed to visitors. Needless to say I wanted to punch a fucking wall. Ahh well, I am going to go on Wednesday again. This time I know the hours.

I am at one week with being sober. I am actually able to wake up in the morning and remember everything from the night before and I feel better.

ST, have fun with the Fuzzy.

Eddie

Floor Fuzzy

Today is floor fuzzy day. We were up until about midnight tearing up carpet. The more we tear up the more $$ we save. Man, tearing up carpet is hard, fun and disturbing. You pay a lot of money for a house then go and tear it up? Just a little odd.

Okay, got to go rip shit up! Really.

ST

Ihre Aufmerksamkeit, bitte... weil Mungo spricht

I'm going to Iowa now. In less than 24 hours I'll be giving Sara Jean a big hug in Dubuque. On Monday night I'll be in Osage, Iowa. On Tuesday I'll be in Ames. On Wednesday morning I'll be back in Osage. Chris Klatt will come down from Minneapolis to visit. We might drive back up for Al's. It sounds busy, but all those roads in Iowa are as therapeutic for me as a shrink's couch.

Speaking of couch...

Lied des Tages: Couch - "Alles Auf Pause"

Short story...

So, I took the run part of the PT test and ran an 11:17. Total PT score... 88. I almost got an excellent.

Mungo, Good to hear you are going to Dinney World with ST and Family. Should be fun. I wish I could go.

It is not necessarily more serious than what I explained... I don't think. The last few days that we were able to spend together were just a whole lot of fun. And, we did spend a good amount of time around each other. No, it is not just the sex that was fun... but that was too. We just hung around and talked, walked around downtown, and shot a few games of pool. This was also after I decided to stop drinking, so there was no alcohol in me at these times. Elena was definitely shocked that I stopped and surprised that I could go into a bar and not drink. I will get back to the drinking thing here in a sec... I will tell you this though, I REALLY enjoy spending time with her. Am I thinking marriage... um... NO. I don't think that I can dedicate myself to someone that much anymore. The only person I can dedicate myself to is L, and that is for obvious reasons. Damn, I miss my little girl. But Elena is a kick ass chick who is fun to be with.

The drinking thing... I came to a realization that I can not control my drinking over here when I start. So what better way to control it than just not drink. This week has been hell on that account. It was hard to not down the bottle of 151 after packing up Elena's apartment.

So did I answer your question or just create more? Honestly, I just wish y'all would have the opportunity to meet her. I need the ST stamp of approval. Mungo and OO are easy to get an approval from. ST is not. He is more of the asshole like I am when it comes to the bro's chicks. Who knows, maybe someday she will try to fly to the US? Then again, probably not.

Take me to the magic of the moment, On a glory night

I sang that song with her on Kareoke.

Lates my bros

Mungo's double post fixed

All better now.

Eddie

Dude, I am sorry to hear about your current situation. Hang in there and things will get better. Were things more serious between you two than you are letting on?

If you need anything like a slap in the face or a kick in the nuts just let me know and I will try and help you out.

Speaking of kicking you in the nuts. Your B-day is coming up here soon. Yahoo! sent me my first reminder so the second one should be coming along soon. Damn, dude, you are getting to be an old fart...I know all about it so take it from me!

Talk to you soon.

ST

Yeah for Mungo

Mungo is going to meet us at Dinneyworld! Woo Hoo! That is all there is to say about that.

ST

Boogie Down

The month or so is going to be busy for us.

This weekend, 24Apr: get the whole house carpeted.
Next weekend, 1May: Mom get's here and we have Ashlee's B-day party.
The next weekend, 8May: Spend the weekend getting ready to go to Dinneyworld
12May: Leave for Dinney.

ST

Gmail

Looks like an interesting concept. I can do all that with my wachel.net account and outlook. I don't think that I will be signing up for it. Let me know how it goes though!

Bummed Out

It is Friday morning and I am about to go for my run test. I am sick and feel a little crappy but I am going to attempt it anyway.

I am going to see Elena in Seoul tommorow though I will only be able to see her for a few minutes. Her flight leaves on Thursday. I have the day off, so I am going to go and see her off if "they" let me. I will find that out tommorow. She told me she wants to come back and is going to try. We will see how that goes.

This just sucks ass.

Later Bros.

P.S. Mungo... What is with the double post?

GMAIL

"E-Mail for the G's."
pimps up, ho's down.

As you guys have probably already figured out, I have become a new member of Gmail. Very interesting concept. As people start checking out all my majesty () we shall see how good this product is. Why don't you give it a try?

Edster

I caught up with Eddie on Yahoo for 15 min tonight.
(I got him first, I got him fiiirrrsst! Na na na na boo boo!)

yo yo...

I need to catch one of y'all online very soon. Need to talk about some stuff. No self inflicted bodily harm, just shit I need to talk about that I dont want on a public access system.

This day has been shit. I am glad there are only 7 minutes left in it.

UGH 2

I have bronchitis. fun fun... I am DNIC for at least 3 days.

FUZZY is carpet.

Fuzzy Wuzzie wasn't really Fuzzy Was He?

What did I miss? What is a fuzzy? And why the excitement over the new fuzzy? And where can I get a fuzzy?

UGH

I feel like shit. I had a slight temp last night. It was 38 deg Celcius which equates to a little over 100 F. My normal temp is 97.8. Yes, less than the normal 98.6, but my body is odd like that. I said C instead of F because Elena took my temp and her thermometer is in C not F.

Tell you what though... there is nothing better than a chick taking care of you when you are sick.

Unfortunately, I still have to go to work. I just got back from the gym doing part of my PT test. The run will be on Friday and I hope I am still vertical at that point. Though I did manage to crank out 56 push-ups and 40 sit-ups even though I feel like complete ass.

Mungo, you know I would be there with you too if I could. Hope they shrink your head good.

Bubbles... where the fuck you at?

ST, remember the tags on my car... you probably would not get pulled over. That was probably why you took my car in the first place. Little extra help with the po-po's. Have fun playing with your fuzzy this weekend. I am just glad that I am not there, otherwise Beck would be telling me to start laying tile or something too.

Well, I am going to take my feeling shitty ass to the shower and then go to work. Later.

New Fuzzy

We are getting new fuzzy in the house. The old fuzzy was looking pretty beat up and nasty. This coming weekend will be the weekend of floor fuzzy. I am excited about it except that having to move all the furniture and tear up the old fuzzness is not going to be fun.

We are going to watch angels sing tonight. Mormon Tabernacle Choir. Get to see some angle voices get down and boogie on. I am sure that I will have fun and my brain will be able to absorb some pretty stuff instead of all the crap on the telemobelly these days and nights. Crapola I say! CRAPOLA!

When I walked in to the garage today the Hogs awoke from their slumber and asked, "Super T! Would you like to go for a ride this glorious day?" I responded, "No, Hogs, I can't ride today. Many things on this Super T's plate. Many things in the brains." The Hogs understood and told me to take it easy and not freak the brain out too much. I petted the Hogs and went inside. I do think that I will soon need to ride so they do not feel neglected. Neglected Hogs are not joyous Hogs. And ALL Hogs should be joyous!

My wally is back in my pocket! Yea to the wally.

My voice is telling me that I want a Pepsi. I must now go down to the king of the super coolers and pluck a Pepsi from it's cage. Icy chill Pepsi will spill the bill with a pill so no kill for the frill...

You don't say gay ray by the bay sleeping in hay all day...and so on and so on.

My jello brain is rattling and it feels good to let it spill on the compy viewer. Thoughts flow and visions scamper and keys go tappity tap tap.

Oh yeah....Pepsi!

ST

Home on the range Volume III

I am home from my overnight. Yeah for me. I left my wally in Utah so Beck's sister overnighted it to me. Boy, I felt odd not having a wally in my back pocket! I drove Eddie's car to work so if I got pulled over I could run from the cops and they would think that I was Eddie. Oh well, I didn't get pulled over and I didn't get to run from the cops and die in a shoot out. Maybe next time.

Mungo, I am sorry that you are still having head problems. I feel sorry for your neck getting caught in the middle and all. I hope that things get better for you soon. If you need anything let me know. I could try and overnight myself to FL to hang with you. I don't think that I can fit in an envelope though.

Onward ho's.

ST

Leave

I'm going to take next week off. I'm going to South Carolina to visit Ryan Westergard, Jill's older brother. I need the time off. Time away. I'm looking for closure, but I have to be honost. The idea of visiting a grave tears me apart.

Crazy Go Nuts

Tomorrow I'm going to make an appointment with Life Skills. If I don't get my head straight soon, something is going to happen. Keep me in your happy thoughts.

(sorry for the vague message. It's all clusters in my head. Like a tripod spinning straight. Like a bashed mayor's brain. Like Florida on fire. Positive energy in my head, negative energy in my chest tears up the center of my neck. Douse the mentally crippled in burning oil and spew them seaward.)

Peace and Love,
Ned.
Er, Mungo

Song of the Day: Elf Power - "Embrace the Crimson Tide (live)"

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The Plan Keeps Coming Back Again, But It's Not Implemented

I am still going to road trip it to Vegas. I don't know how much money I've got, I might have to borrow from my folks or rob someone, but I'll make it. This week I'm going to get my car fixed. I have finally saved up enough for that. I talked to Bubbles and he's still planning on making it to Vegas as well. But he doesn't have his ticket yet. He said he'll wait for the three month mark. What's that...June? Yow. June.

I have a lot of snot in my right nostril. I want to blow it. I'm still going to move to Anchorage too, even though Hillary and I aren't together and she was the only reason I was moving up there so early.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: Built to Spill - "The Plan"

The plan...

What is the plan for Sept? I know Eddie can't make it and I totally understand. You gotta do the right thing by your kid and wallet.

Mungo, you are showing up still? Is the money situation going to work out?

Bubbles, when are you going to get your ticket? It is getting to the point that I am going to need to make some plans.

I have to start planning my leave and getting my head together. I know money is going to be tight for everyone so even if we just hang out and crap like that I will be cool with it.

Waz up?

ST

Home on the range. Volume II

Home from Utah. Trip was good. We took the new Focus so the gas was free...can't beat that with a stick. In case anyone doesn't know Beck has a Ford Focus as a company car. FREE. Ashlee was good for a kid hitting the terrible twos and having an attitude.

We looked at houses all day on Sat. With the money that we will get out of this place we could buy a log cabin (4,500 square feet) which is double the size of our house and it was on 5.35 acres of land! We won't buy something that big but we could because of the way real estate is going here in Vegas. It will be lots of fun to actually go shopping for a house when the time comes.

Amy is buying our Maxima so that is going to be done! Woo hoo. We sold it for less than we owe so now we have to come up with some cash to make up the difference but at least it is sold. We sold it for $14,000 and it blue books for over $19,500! I guess the blue book is only good if you can actually sell it for that much. We have been trying to sell it for months and not one call from the add in the paper. I think the 6 speed turns people off. Oh well. That will free up over $500 a month in payments, insurance and gas.

That is all.

ST

Idiots

Don't know if y'all heard the word, but a 1C5 was killed a week ago from a mortar attack. This was being briefed by a MSgt in our flight to the airmen. One of them, born in Oakland California in 1985, said, "Whoa whoa whoa. No. Na-uah! I was under the impression that we didn't GO to war in the Air Force."

So, because of her and other like-minded idiots, we're taking them to Hurlbert Field tomorrow to the test AOC they have there. The tour will be given by a guy I deployed with last year, SSgt Mabe. Also along with the tour will be some helocopter gunners and some TACPs that have been told to make it real for our uneducated airmen. This should be interesting.

Double O, there may be a second dude making the AlAskA trip this May. Jeremy, the dude we just picked up from the airport, wants to come along too. He's a good guy. Well... he's an ass. But he's a good guy. So, he's a lot like Eddie.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Are you insane!?

2.5 days, Eddie? Try FIVE days.

Damn

I fail to check the blogger in 2.5 days and everything changes...

Mungo, What happened yo?? Sorry to hear about the break-up, but good to hear that you are doing better with your recent loss.

ST is probably driving back from UT right now, trying to pay attention to his GPS and not the road, while the kid and wife scream "OH SHIT!!!"

I got back together with Elena. Rather interesting how it all worked out. I don't feel like typing that much right now, so I will add to that story later. But for now, I will just let you know that everything has been smoothed out.

Not too much else going on in my life right now. Just fixin to get ready to go to the gym for Monday morning PT.

Peace out Yo-yo's

Tallahassee, FL

In two hours I'm going to Tallahassee to pick up my friend, Jeremy, who has just returned from Iraq. It will be good to see him again. Good to have him safe. Party on, y'all.

Peaches and Cream

Life is all roses for me, isn't it? Hillary and I just broke up.

New Stuff

BOOKAGE
"Infinite Jest" by David Foster Wallace
"A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius" by Dave Eggars
"Franny and Zooey" by J.D. Salinger
"Blooming" by Susan Allen Toth
"V." by Thomas Pynchon
"On the Road" by Jack Kerouac
"Visions of Cody" by Jack Kerouac
"The Origin of Species" by Charles Darwin
"The Journey Home" by Edward Abbey (Suggested reading for Beck!)
"A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man" by James Joyce
"The Thorn Birds" by Colleen McCullough
"The Journals of Lewis and Clark" by Lews and Clark
"Roughing It" by Mark Twain
"Invariances" by Robert Nozick
"Willard and His Bowling Trophies: A Perverse Mystery" by Richard Brautigan
"Henderson the Rain King" by Saul Bellow (the book that inspired Counting Crows' "The Rain King")

CLOTHING
"I AM VIBRATING AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT" - R.E.M. t-shirt

DVD
"Perfect Square" by R.E.M.

MUSIC
"Good News for People Who Like Bad News" by Modest Mouse
"This is a Long Drive for Someone with Nothing to Think About" by Modest Mouse
"Blue Screen Life" by Pinback
"Shoots Too Narrow" by The Shins
"Transatlanticism" by Death Cab for Cutie
"Wowee Zowee!" by Pavement
"Have You Fed the Fish?" by Badly Drawn Boy
"For Never and Ever" by Kill Hannah

FILM
41 rolls of film (for $63...K-Mart's Going Out of Business Sale)

As you can see, boys, I'm stocking up for the future. I have everything I need now to finish my book. ... . On a related note, I'm starting to come to terms with the loss of my friend Jill, slowly. By no means am I JUST FINE, but I'm not constantly crazy anymore. This is the first big loss in my life. This girl changed things in my life that will continue to affect me for the rest of my days. She was really something.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the Day: Modest Mouse - "Bukowski"

Home on the range

I am home from my two overnights in a row. The dinning out was pretty cool although only 4 people went to the grog! Oh well. The guest speaker was the 4 start Gen Martin. He is the commander of Material Command. There was also a 2 star there as well. I had fun for the most part. It was too tame though.

Just got home and getting ready to leave. I work tomorrow (Fri) then right after work we are jumping in the car and driving to Utah to visit family. We will be driving our happy asses back on Sun evening so I can work on Mon. Geez.

Okay peepers. I will blog at you later (probably when I get home on Sun night).

GPS kicks ass.

Yo Yo

I just got back from the gym. I am eating shells and cheese with tuna. I have to go to work in about an hour. This will be the 3rd 12 hour shift for me this week. Fuck this place.

Mungo... I would have said yes. Though I am a tad currupt right now. Good on you though for saying no. So is the chick cute? If so, hook a brother up.

Later my peeps

Eddie

Trouble, now

Okay okay okay. So things with Hillary and I haven't been so smooth lately. I went out tonight with Kelly. She is... SO much fun, that it's very hard being home alone right now, but I am. I'm not one to cheat on anyone, you guys probably know that, but lemme tell ya about the will power it took. Y'all know the differnce between "yes" and "no?" I know you do. And you also know how much harder it is to say "no" when you really want to say "yes." I almost feel like I've been cheating because of how hard it was tonight to resist. Dammit.

Kelly made me laugh. If you guys had been around me the last few days, you would be very impressed. Until she did it, I wouldn't have thought I was even capable of laughing.

I need to stop now.
Mungo

bubbles!

There R no trees N Barrow, Alaska

I love each and everyone of you guys equally; but not in that gay kinda way. (Sorry ST)

As I am sitting here in Barrow waiting for my flight at 6:40pm tonight, I began to notice a trend around this little town.... NO TREES!!!

Its amazing how such a little thing as having trees can make a difference in a place. The snow drifts have nothing to cling on to, the very few birds have no place to rest, and not a single tire swing to swing the days away.

What im trying to get to is that BARROW SUCKS!! But all in all, i have had a good stay here and am looking forward to comming back if need be. I hope next time i will have the privilage of seeing a polar bear or two.

Tell Ned i said "Word"

Double O

Blog History Part II

Remember this?
"I told her I bought 5 stripety notebooks for my new book, "Highway 9." Sounds reasonable, right? Now, you'll will all have to forgive her for the question she asked, she doesn't know me as well as ya'll do. You would never ask me this question. She asked, "Erik, what happens if you run out of matching stripety notebooks?" AH! I freaked. I covered my head in a blanket and excused myself from the phone for a minute. I had to hide. Today I went back to the store in hopes they had more notebooks of the same kind. They did! Relief. I bought 5 more. Do any of you think I'll need more than 10 notebooks? Two hundred pages each. Times 10 = 2,000 pages. I should be okay now."

Ya ya, long quote, but seriously. I have twenty stripety notebooks now. I keep freaking out that I'll use all of them up. Not very likely, no. It's not, I know. No, know. In the no. Know, you may not.
Peace and Love for a running dog,
Mungo

mishap!

I SAID IT WAS A MISHAP! That means all the itallics shit was done in accident mode, not on purpose. What happened was this: I had the long title for one of my last blogs, the one about Infinity, and I wanted to put the parenthathiesed part in itallics. The problem is that the markings used for making something I TAL LICK ( ) was incomplete because of space restraints in the Title field. The second half was cut cleanly off and consequently itasised EVERTHING below it, even in the other blogs. MISHAP.

Do Do
Do Do Do Do
Do Do

You have entered . . . . . . The Mungo Zone!
My life in Florida is done and done again in obscure refrences and mysterious callings from parts unknown. The day to day drone exists, but only in unison with the unpredictable charactor of the fray.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Wow....

Well... That was nonetheless interesting... I found myself laughing quite a bit. But I don't know why. I especially liked #5. For some reason, this struck me as really fucking funny. You need to get out of your room more, or quit drinking... one or the other. he he he...

Mungo... Just to let you know... Having the fucked up grill will impact the performance of your vehicle. This screws with the aerodynamics which will cost gas. This may not make a huge impact, but it does make an impact. Besides that, it looks like something that should be parked in front of a trailer. And I don't mean ST's camping trailer.

ST, just make sure he does not steal my bumper in September.

For God's Sake man... Please stop the Italic shit.

OUTTIE

Eddie

ITALLICS MISHAP!

Here are some infinate ideas Ned gave to Ricerick. (Ricerick left them in my car when I dropped him off at a book signing. He said, "Keep them.")

1. Get a good pen and draw a straight line which does not end. You may also need to find some very long paper and a very long surface on which to put it. Concentrate on your feelings of superiority to the miserable creatures who must live in a single dimension, two whole dimensions less than you. Ha, ha. They can't even tie their shoes, because they don't have room to bend over.

2. Peel an infinitely large onion. (You can usually find these in the produce aisle of your local chain grocer; if that fails, try online at one of those infinite-produce Web sites you've heard so much about.) To reduce eye irritation, try holding an infinitely long matchstick in your mouth. Be careful not to cover any major metropolitan areas with the discarded skins. Do not eat it! You are finite and will probably die or at least get very bad indigestion from eating anything infinite, let alone an onion.

3. Approach an asymptote. Do not be nervous — it's probably just as scared as you are. Ask it if it wants to get some coffee or maybe catch an old Bogart flick. Be prepared to wait while the ticket taker asks to see its ID. If anything goes wrong, don't panic; remember that you are not infinite, and you can leave if you want to.

4. Go about your business as usual. If anyone asks what you are doing, open your mouth and inhale all the matter in the universe.

5. Cancel a date with your significant other; when asked why, explain that you are trying to approach infinity, and that it is very insensitive of him / her to not understand that. Say, "You're just so finite." Then laugh to yourself because when you get right down to it, you're pretty finite too, more or less. Make up and have a never-ending vanilla malt.

6. Gather your belongings on a cloudy day. Set sail for an island off the coast of wherever you live. Give thanks to the sea for bearing you away from your heartaches and troubles. Repeat c. 35 trillion times.

7. Send a letter to yourself and when you get it, write "Return to Sender" on it. Be sure to hold on to a lamppost or bench so you are not sucked into the resulting vortex. (Just kidding; there's no way to escape.)

8. Make a very, very tall stack of turtles. If someone asks you if you are trying to recreate the ancient myth of the world being supported on the back of a turtle, which is on the back of another turtle, and so forth, say, "No, I am just stacking turtles. What myth was that again?"

9. Realize that even if you multiply infinity raised to the infinity power times infinity plus infinite infinities, there's always room for a little bit more. Try not to be infuriated by this and brood; accept it as a part of the nature of things. Punch your pillow if you need to.

10. Contemplate plenum. Contemplate void. Contemplate Daisy Duke and that painter guy on "Murphy Brown" playing Hearts recursively with Stephen Hawking and your Freshman roommate, on a steel raft floating in a sea of lava. Hold all these things in your heart and ponder them forever.

11. Weigh your dissent over time, first in metric units (grams per second) and then in English units (grains per fortnight). Take the integral of the function used to compute the difference, write it down, and arrange to have it tattooed on your back. Chicken out at the last minute.

12. Throw a can of tomato soup at the speed of light. Then travel back in time to catch it and invent tomato soup in 1983 and make a fortune.

The Bush administration pushed for logging 10 million board feet of timber from the Sequoia National Monument, and for drilling on the border of the Arches National Park in Utah. A federal judge stopped the drilling project.

(Source: Natural Resources Defense Council, "Rewriting the Rules: Year-End Report 2002," January 2003.)

It pays to be obvious, especially if you have a reputation for subtlety.

i rememeber writing your name on a bathroom stall. i used felt marker. your name and my name. and then i left. i went back there yesterday. my name was still there. but yours was crossed out. minnows in the drainage ditch. how do they survive amid the filth? broken glass assualts bare feet.

to lose her now is incredible. how can this be when she is so young? Born in 1979 in a state and in a town on a night where other 24 years were also born. I want to bring her body back to life and hide her away during her burial. I would miss that one too, only this time, so would she. We'd be miles and miles away!

mungo

"The Mancala Song" by Mungo

This Guitar has never been tuned
but this song has always been for you

Take four stones, pass them down
One by one you win

A new set of clothes, a room stopped in time
A little game of stones, and a coffee mug of wine

You're the one that sings the songs
You're the one that
brings down the dawn

Listen to the sounds we make
And the little stones we break
We'll pass our stones for to fill
Empty phones with a long distance bill

It's food and it's fodder,
we don't need it all
With swans on the water,
and water on your wall

It was just one moment,
mutual atonement
A new thing bent
into a candid habit

If a blind man can touch his chest and steal
a movement of love from afar
Then it's easy to sing, and it's easy to feel
when all the words rhyme with what you are

It only takes a parking lot bet
It only takes a swimming pool
It only takes a few basic frets
It takes me an you

Saved nothing, spent all my money and pledged the rest

...pledged it to the Pepsi Can (the Diskohaus). On Thursday, my little blue car gets new legs and feet, also a blood transfusion. He's really sick. He'll still have a messed up grill, but that's purely cosmetic and I told him if he wants that fixed, he'd have to pay for that himself. I only cover him from ailments that limit his job performance.

Song of the day: Modest Mouse - "Float On"

Three more days

In three days, it will be the 6-Year anniversary of the day I found out Jill W. would be moving away from Iowa and out of my life forever. It's strange. 6 years ago, today, Jill and I were sitting on the fire escape of the First Baptist Church in Osage discussing nothing, just skipping out on what we probably should have been doing. I miss her as much now that she's gone as I did the day I left her at her door for the last time.

The Minnesota Twins are 3-3. In my expert opinion, they're so-so.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

First Draft Excerpt #1

"...and to us it was. Osage, Iowa in November of 1997 was home to exactly 3,503 little Iowans. Osage was then, and is to this day, the seat of Mitchell County. (It was stolen from Mitchell Township in 1907 through a series of shady deals made my Chuck Unsurewhoheis. True story.) Osage was home to the county fair and all kinds of legal papers in the court house on Chase Street. With its TWO active water towers, its eleventy churches, all nine police officers, three factories (making socks, binding paper, and drying blood), and FOUR stop lights...Osage was something special, alright. Osage was pretty big."
--Ricerick Writes

You dumb fuck...

ST... You can crash at my place anytime... I will even go to Seoul to get you. As far as the thing with 2 chicks... you should have figured out that I resolved that problem... Definately no further going relationship with Steph and more than likely nothing going period with Elena.

On the down low... or something... I hope y'all had a happy Easter. Mine was a golf game that was shitty while having difficulties on the course and a movie. Real friggin exciting.

Ned I see has reared his head out again... Ned is actually quite funny to listen to. (or read as it may be)

Peace DAWGs

Eddie

The Problem with Mungo are the Voices in Ned's Head

Nearly every week, I hear the horror in my parents' voices from eleven hundred miles away as they plumb the depths of my cynicism and despair. They do not recognize in this young man the writing enthusiast they raised, the boy who wanted nothing more than to write good books (perhaps the Great One) from the time he was old enough to want anything ... or at least old enough to realize how much math was involved in a career as an astronomer.

HIGHWAY 9 is going nowhere, and, with the exception of David Foster Wallace, Dave Eggars, and that Volleman fellow, every newish novel I've read has been terrible. How am I supposed to advance the art of Novelty Novelty (he he) if I hate what is being done now?

"Then again and all the time,
Every minute, never ending,
Unrelenting all around
This world falling indesidiously.
Ovulating movement,
Motion: this way, that way.
Always take a free fall,
Love love, kiss kiss,
Make do.
FREE TO BE is what I need."

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: Elf Power - "Nothing's Going to Happen"

"Rising Up, and Rising Down"

http://www.lacitybeat.com/article.php?id=415&IssueNum=24

Bastus, Bastus: The Easter Monkey. Bastus, Bastus: The Rehab Flunkie

Deadened in this sleep this morning, I dreamt of incredible heat. I'm approximately awake now, in that ball park. Good. I'm going to head outside to the beach with a novel of Richard Brautigan, my Highway 9 notebooks, a waterbottle, and make an attempt to soak up sun filtered through generous helpings of SPF... Whoa. Okay. Hold. Giddy down. Forget all that. Cold and cloudy--it is. By COLD, I say it's 66 F. By cloudy, I say, crossing the sky like marshy astroids. Hokay. Change of the plans. Titrade in my head. I'll go to the Used Book Bin II and I'll engage myself in active book speech to the owner there, his name is Bastus. This windy one is a real treat if there is a day you can find him. He is widly informed into which in the modern world of printing, goes. I think about the disorder I suffer, and thank the good Lord that I am not suffering from HIS disorder. Quiet and locked up, hysteria in his brain, trapped inside. Quiet hysteria, perhaps trapped inside, building up under his old gray skin, causing his forehead to buldge in that strange way that it does. When I find out what new used books he's got, and which of the other 200,000 I've already discarded as "Books Erik Will Never Frigging Read." Books like, "Trapped," now a Major Motion Picture. And "Ten Habits of Highly Effective People." No thank you. After the Bin I'll headed up to Books-A-Million and buy coffee and leave immediately. Temptation is too large if I remain there for length. I must find a place quiet which I can trail-off with my eyes closed. It would be nice. A quiet place. I need that kind of quiet.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: Death Cab for Cutie - "Title and Registration"

Blast From The Past

I was looking through some old posts and found this quote from Eddie.

"...we had Jones Energy Drink. It tasted slightly different than the other energy drinks only because every energy drink tastes the same with a slight difference in each."

WTF?

Hoppity hop hop

Happy Easter to the mo fo's out there. Yes, Eddie had Easter already but that is just too bad.

I read about the easter bunny beatings...that is just nuts.

I need to start figuring out how the whole blogger book is going to work. I will have to put everything in a document backwards so you won't have to read from front to back. Or maybe I will make it like a hebrew book where you DO read it front to back AND left to right! WOW, that would be fun trying to read with out loosing you mind. I shall start playing with it. I will need to work on the formatting and crap like that. I want to get something out around Oct or Nov since that will be a year of writing.

Eddie having trouble between two women. Sucks to be you...NOT. I am glad that I am married and happy! No more games and crap like that....hold on...okay fine, the games have just changed in to married type head games! Great....SAVE ME FROM THIS HELL!

Beck is going to kick my butt now! Hee hee. Just kidding honey!

ST

PS. Anyone have a couch that I can crash on when I get kicked out of my house?

What the Hell is this world coming too??

Check this shit out... Easterbunnybeatings

by the way... the blogger is working properly now

Good Lord MAN!!

OK Dude,

You really have lost your friggin mind...

Spank The Monkey

I like monkeys.

The pet store was selling them for 5¢ each. I thought that was odd since they were normally a couple thousand dollars each. I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

I bought 200.

I like monkeys.

I took my 200 monkeys home.

I have a big car.

I let one of them drive. His name was Sigmund.

He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals.

I laughed.

Then they punched my genitals.

I stopped laughing.

I herded them into my apartment.

They didn't adapt very well to their new environment.

They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall.

Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.

Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive: they all died.

No apparent reason.

They all just sort of dropped dead.

Kind odd like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later.

Damn cheap monkeys.

I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my apartment. On the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase.

It looked like I had 200 throw rugs.

I tried to flush one down the toilet.

It didn't work. It got stuck.

Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys.

I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals.

That worked for a while.

That is until they began to decompose.

Then it started to smell real bad.

I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want to call the plumber.

I was embarrassed.

I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them.

Unfortunately, there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time, so I had to change them every 30 seconds.

I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't all go bad.

I tried burning them.

Little did I know my bed was flammable.

I had to extinguish the fire.

Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed.

The odor wasn't improving.

I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys or use the bathroom.

I severely beat one of my monkeys.

I felt better.

I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't allowed to dispose of charred primates.

I told him that I had a wet one.

He couldn't take that one either.

I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones.

I finally arrived at a solution.

I gave them out as Christmas gifts.

My friends didn't know quite what to say.

They pretended that they like them but I could tell they were lying.

Ingrates.

So I punched them in the genitals.

I like monkeys.

Testing...1...2...3

Blogger not publishing right! Uh oh! Blogger people need to fix this!

ST test out.

Happy EASTER!!!

So here I am... Easter Sunday and I am going golfing. I hope y'all have some good dinners.

Status update... I think it is over between Elena and I. I also told Steph that I wanted to just hang out. This did not go over well lastnight, but then we talked about it today. It is all cool now with Steph and she is actually glad I said it. After thinking that it was just another notch on the belt, it was hard to explain to her why I didn't want to have that kind of a relationship. We did, however, decide that we should not drink around eachother. Just ends up not being right. We have that little thing of letting shit slip when we are around eachother and tipsy.

The deal with Elena, on the otherhand... Here is how it went down. I went out to the bar Friday.. This is after I had been drinking for 6 or 7 hours prior, I bought her a juice. No biggy, just wanted to sit and hang. She said something that apparently pissed me off and I got up, grabbed the juice and took it back to the bar and said "give the money back!" The bad thing is I don't remember what the hell was said. Either way... it was not good.

So, there you have it... I have cut off both and still kept one friend atleast. But, as a spindoctor I know that works for PA says "Everything is repairable." I don't know if I want to repair that one though.

This is going to make for an interesting book when these are printed out. Maybe it will be a "Coffee Table" book... he he he...

Well, y'all... life here is still interesting.

I miss my kid.

Eddie

Test

Dichotomy

Double O is freezing his ass off. Meanwhile, in Panama City, FL, it is 88.2 F at 6:30 p.m. Wonderful, isn't it? And I'm giving it all up... excellent.

Flight of the DC-6

I took a ride yesterday to the village of Lickesac, or something like that, to see where the hell we were flying fuel to. Man is it small. I couldn't believe that people would live out in the middle of no where. What these people are doing out there is beyond my knowledge. I got some pictures inflight and i will be sure to send them to you guys as soon as i get them developed.

Some village names I have come up with since i have been here:

Lickesac, Sucatit, Pasingas, Wannakisit, and the list goes on and on.

So far things are going good. We've only had minor mechanical problems except for a carborator change on one #4 engine. Ive been puting about 12-15 hours a day, so I hope to make bank when its all said and done.

freez'n my azz off,

Double O

St. Andrew's Bay

I went to the beach today, if you guessed it was at St. Andrew's Bay, you'd be dead on. That's exactly where I went, looked at honeys, got tanned and took pictures of pellicans shitting on rocks. It was good to get out. Especially when the cook-out was during duty hours!

Peace and Love,
The Song of the Day

MUNGO: Something Corperate - "Space"

Hail King Eider

Mungo i am so sorry to hear that you lost a great friend. I remember you talking about her often and i hope my condolances find your heart.

I am presently writting you all from the King Eider hotel in Barrow, Alaska. YES I AM IN BARROW!!! You cant get any further north Alaska than that.

NAC was given a contract to fly fuel to a small village south of Barrow, and they needed my expertice to complete the mission. (well, not really, but i wanted to go)

Its about 0 here right now and lots of nothing. As i was flying here from Fairbanks, i was amazed by how desolate it is bast the Brooks Mountain Range. After the mountains, there is absolutely nothing for miles and miles. And then there is Barrow. Havent seen any polar bears yet, but I did see some caribou right outside the runway today.

Hope everyone is doing well and I will be intouch.

Double O

(by "here" I mean "Florida")

Thank You

I have only small support here. Thank you. I'll write more later, when...this doesn't.

you know.
Mungo

I can't say it any better.

Eddie said it. I can't put it any better. Sadness is now visiting my house too. What a crappy house guest, huh? We are here for you Mungo.

Bro's

Definate sadness...

Bro, I am sorry to hear about your loss. Feel this though... Your loss is our loss because of the pain. You know that we are all brothers. The way I feel is that we are beyond what blood ties. They say that family is the thing that will never leave you, this may be true, but you 3 are the ones that will never leave my side, and nor will I leave yours.

My prayers are with you. And I would guess that even ST's would be even though the boy has no faith other than what his wife gives him. he he he...

On the real side though, we are always there for you.

On this one I will sign this differently...

The Bro's

The Reverse Undertow

My friends, the news I've been fearing for the last 15 months hit me last night at 6 p.m. Jill Westergard, the girl I'm writing my new book about, died on March 28th from a siezure. She was in a car accident in New York on Thanksgiving 2002 and has been in bad shape ever since. Maybe I should praise God for ending her pain.

I can't say anything else. Don't remember ever being this sad.

Mungo

Glues

I also agree with what ST said.
Also, good luck.

Did anyone check out the Lomo thing? I'm hooked. I'm actually going to get my lomo style photos together into the same albums... now that I know there is a category for them. AWESOME.

Oh yaw, Eddie. Remember: If the worst problem you have in your life is choosing between women...Well, let's just say there are men we all know that would kill to be in that position! Relax and do what you KNOW is the right thing. I'd wager you already know. Square your shit away, grab your balls, and do the right thing for yourself.

Your Friend,
Mungo

Song of the day: Ween - "Tried and True"

Mungo Wants Ome. Ome is Good. Mungo Want Some.

Crescents Rulio. So do Cheez-Its.

More Words For Eddie

THESE WORDS ARE JUST MY OPINION!

I am not there and don't know either woman BUT...I know that you will NEVER move to Russia to live. Also, I would wonder about Elena's motives. Does she want to just find someone so she can get to the US? I am not saying you aren't a good catch...hell if I were a woman...nevermind. Anyway, woman jumping on GI's for a "ride" to the states happens ALL the time. Just be careful with her. Steph seems like she is more stable...meaning that she will be there your whole tour, she is moving back to the US sooner or later and you KNOW she isn't after your money.

Yes, break it off with one of them. Do it soon. Be kind and do it face to face. Expect it to get cold with the one you break it off with (duh!).

It is obvious which one I would rather see you with but I am NOT there and don't know the whole story so it is up to you. Also, remember that you aren't looking for the one right now, right? Or is Eddie having a change of heart and may be open to the idea of a relationship?

Another thought...Is Steph staying in or is she getting out? Just wondering.

Good luck and let us know what goes down.

ST

Now I want some stupid cresents! Dang it!

AlAskA

Some places I'm looking at going this spring with my friend, Timmy:
http://www.alaska.net/~egropp/hiking/bomber.html
http://www.aklong.com/hike/hikepics.htm
http://www.dnr.state.ak.us/parks/aktrails/ats/ken/swanson.htm
http://www.adn.com/adn/yip/18A.html
http://users.ev1.net/~jmetzger1/Alaska/alaskamoon.htm (the Crow Pass Section)
http://www.morningglory.com/alaska/glacier.html

Mungo's Words for Eddie

Blowing people off and ignoring them is a terrible idea, whether you hate someone or not. And you don't hate either of these girls. Those three little words are dangerous. If you can't say them back without lying, don't. And if you don't see that relationship going anywhere, the sooner you tell her that: the better. I think men have a certain obligation to women to guard women's hearts. With the exception of me and a few others out there, men are typically slower to "fall." Women, on the other hand, are far more emotional and fall faster and deeper than men ever ever ever do. If you choose to end the dealyo with Elena, be kind and do it face to face. If you choose to end the dealyo with Steph, explain things to her as well. But I think it definitely is for the best to end it with one of them, and soon. Don't string Steph along while you're renting hotel rooms out with Elena...I don't think it would be fair to either of them...Especially if Steph is someone you're looking at perusing a relationship with.

That's all I have. (and you know this line is coming....) I support you either way you choose.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Bad situation

First off... Mungo, I hope your crescents were good...

Next up... I finally talked to Elena and what I was assuming was her being pissed off apparently was not. She came right up to me when I saw her and planted a wet one on me (kiss that is... fucking pervs) This is not exactly what I was expecting. I was actually hoping for the cold shoulder. That would have made it easier to stay away and break it off that way. Instead we actually had to talk things out. I basically told her that I felt like I was getting to close and that I was not going to be around as often. Yeah, this worked real well, right up until the point where we got the hotel room. So I still said the stuff about us needing to back down a bit, but damn... The chick is a hottie, even when she has no make-up on, so it is not brutal to wake up to in the morning. So, needless to say, it didn't pan out the way I was expecting it to.

Now here comes the other issue. Steph is a good person. There is some stuff that I will tell y'all about if you catch me on messenger, but I am not going to post it here and I would prefer that you did not add your guesses to what it is on here either. Anyway, so Steph is 30, brown hair, blue eyes, SSgt type. What is it with me and 30 yr olds right now... It is almost funny... We went to the OHOP (Osan House Of Pancakes) and had dinner tonight... Well, more like breakfast, but anyway, we went out to eat. Sat there for a while and talked then she stopped by my room and we just kinda hung out and I gave her a back massage. (honestly, nothing else involved in tonight's endeavor and all of our clothes remained on.) Don't really know what else to really say about Steph, other than it is another cool chick to hang with.

So the dilemma part of this... Man, I feel like an idiot. It would have been better if Elena just blew me off and didn't want to talk to me. By the way... She also said those 3 little words to me and I started to get nervous. And no, the 3 words were not "Lick my clit"... Unfortunately... That would have been easier to deal with too. However, I like Steph too, but I don't really see that going anywhere either. Elena is supposed to leave in the near future though (that is what she says anyway) Steph will be here until I PCS and I don't have to translate shit when I talk to her, unless we get into the shop talk type shit. Man, I really never expected to be in this situation. I never found myself to be that attractive (though I don't think I am Quasimodo either) and my personality is generally cocky as shit. Not exactly the best qualities in a person. Fuck dudes... Do I blow one off or just pretend like nothing is going on. I have a feeling that the latter would backfire at some point though. I could just see walking around and, hey, there are both of them talking to eachother or some shit like that. You know, the worst case scenario. This is actually making me chuckle a bit while I am typing. My sense of humor really is fucked up.

Fuckin A buddies... Fuckin A.

the LOMO in Mungo

check it out, y'all...a whole brand of photography right up MY alley

www.voxus.org

two minute drill

I have two minutes before I have to check on the oven. food in there baking. It's been super long since I've used my oven and the smell of this hot bread is driving my empty stomach up the wall. Insane style. Yeps

one minute remaining before my crescents are done. Mmm....

so, skids huh? Looks like Eddie's got some relationship skids too. So. Is there anymore to this Stephanie chick?

Mungo

Ding fries are done

Hit the skids...

Shomer-Tec Catalog 2003

Well shit...

So there I was... Lets just say, things got rocky between Elena and I. She was saying shit about not trusting me and some other happy horseshit that just pissed me off. Needless to say, I have not talked to her since then. Granted that is all of 2 days, but hey, ya gotta start somewhere.

To add to that, I decided to go and hang with some other friends. We went to a couple different places and ended back at the club she works at (Club Name: Your Club)... No big deal right... wrong... Here is the situation: I get ticked off at Elena, I go to another bar to hang with the other friends... I get there and there is Stephanie... yup... uh oh #1. I have occasionally chatted with this chick on a few instances. Nothing big really, except me, 2 other friends and Steph had gone out earlier in the day to have lunch. Dudes... It almost felt like a setup. So anyway... back to the bar scene. We are hanging at this one, then get bored and go to another then ended up at Your Club. Yes, this is the club that I DJ at as well. So what impression do you think was taken by Elena? Yup, you probably guessed it, she thought that I went off to find another chick. At least that is how I took it when she glared at me when I walked in with Steph. Well, this probably would have gone over somewhat more decently until I got glared at while we were dancing. First just regular dancing, then a slow song came on and she asked me to dance with her. Well, we all know Eddie enough to dance with a chick when she asks. (Unless this bitch is ugly and then Eddie avoids it like the plague.) Well, Steph ain't ugly, so there ya go. More glares. Then, after I was pretty well toasted after too many drinks, Steph said it was time to go. We went... right passed Elena and out the door. I am assuming this probably did not go well either, since I was leaving with a chick and didn't say goodbye. So, there is another blown relationship in the world of Eddie. No huge suprise to me and I doubt it is to y'all either.

I am not really upset about this though. A lot of ups and downs and too much fucking drama. I guess I am getting a bit tainted being over here, because I think the old Eddie would have been a a bit more distrought about the whole situation.

Well... FIDO.

Eddie

Sooo.....

First, thanks for the b-day wishes. Second....you don't read a damn thing on this blog because if you did you would know that we would like to have your email address! What's up with getting back online but never seeing you on Yahoo or getting your damn email?

Things must be back to normal. Good luck on your TDY.
Slut.

ST

Happy Birthday DAD

Happy birthday mike. How does it feel to be old?

I finally get my chance to go TDY for Northern Air Cargo. Im going to Barrow for about 2 weeks. And o boy am i excited.
NAC is hauling fuel for one of the oil companies to and from Barrow so they need a few of us to make sure the DC-6 stays in one piece.

as well worse as it is so beautiful, or perhaps I will not test as much

Found a muscle

Oh no say doe che, for Maria, oh no say doe che, you found a muscle. A tribute oh, to the muscle, oh no say doe che, for a reason! Sad faster, canned yourself. I am definately breathing, it's a terrible reason. Wrecking itself.

Well gentlemen, now that the SRB for the first term 1C5 slicks has dropped to a 2, there seems to be a new factor to consider in my decision quest. I am of the mind that I can find a job that pisses me off anywhere, and with almost no icing on the cake now, I'm thinking "Elsewhere" is where I'll be seeking my future employment. And if I have to pay for the medical and dental insurance out of pocket, so be it.

Speaking of Sobe, have you guys tried the Lava flavor yet? It's strawberry daquri flavored. I gustoed one yesterday, finished it off in less than 5 minutes. I had a pretty bad tummy ache afterwards, but it was wonderful.

...taking you with me...

I'll be getting my WT Tanker pre-eval tomorrow. Monday should be my eval. I'll be happy to be out of training (again).

As for the irresponsibility of the A1C, I'll be writing an enormous MFR today at work. I'll post parts of it here so you guys can share my pain.... since you asked for it.

ST - Happy Day to you.

Eddie - What hours are your mid-shifts. I'd like to see if I can call you before you go into work. When would be a good time?

Double O - Like Eddie said, where the Fuji are you?

Gents - Looking forward to seeing you all again, whenever those times come...

Peace and Love,
Mungo de doe che

Song of the day: Pinback - "Tres"