Well Shit!

I went to sleep a little past O-dark-hundred and I am still up before 0700. That just sucks ass.

Out to lunch

Sounds like a cool hiking trip. I am friggin excited like hell to go camping/riding this weekend. Gonna go get the gear tommorow before I go golf and then work from 1800-0000. Fun shit. CQ for our dormatories for our airmen.

I am guessing that you must have thrown in a few redeeming qualities about me. I don't know if I would want to meet myself if I gave a description of me.

"He has some good things about him too."
"Like what?"
"Ummmm..... well, he just does."

What a boring fucking night. I have nothing to do and have to stay up so I don't fall asleep at CQ tommorow night. What an ass pain. I guess the X-Box will be my friend tonight.

See ya

Computer, Hiking, Children, and Eddie's Mouth

In 15 minutes Double O's computer will be disconnected, lying dead on this carpet of clothes in his bedroom. I'm hooking my computer up for a day or two so I can retrieve some things.

ZZ is out having lunch with her cousin, Xanna, and when she comes back we're driving out to Alyeska to go hiking on Winner Trail. It's cool, about 2 miles in there is a hand-tram that you use to pull yourself from one cliff face to another over a river. Es coo.

I will say HI to ZZ for you, Eddie. And believe me, she knows what you can be like. She's gotten to be friends with Double O, so between the two of us she has a pretty clear view of what you and ST are like, and amazingly enough, she's still looking forward to meeting you both!

ST, we went to your web site. ZZ and I both agree that Ashlee is in the top 5 most beautiful children alive in the world today. We actually do have a list.... I mean, she does... not me... no, I don't pay much attention to... ya.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Funny Shit

Mungo, The list is awesome. Sad, but awesome. I myself only think of Bubbles and his kid (and the other kid soon to be) She can sit in a world of loathing and I don't give a fuck. let her be depressed. But Bubbles needs to just get out of the situation, even if that means he takes custody of the kids. I would love to have custody of Lorelei. I would do it in a heartbeat. It would be a major change, but I could do it.

As far as with comparing people with Miranda... well, just a few comments...
1. I am not married to her anymore (Divorce is good Bubbles)
2. I actually do get along with her now that we are not married (better for the kid)
3. She really is smart (can think of better ways to fuck with your head)
4. Still makes some shit up, but not nearly as much as before
5. She is a good mom doing the best that she can (for the most part) in the situation she is in (single parent is not easy)
6. Lorelei is her top priority (not the bottom of the list)
7. I am not married to her anymore

I can't find the fucking charger for my camera. I still have my Elph2 and that may have to suffice from my side. Fucking moving losing shit everywhere. Fuck it.

Yup, re-enlisting is getting up there on the list because I am about half-way to retirement. Seeing Mungo and Bubbles struggle a little bit more than they were while they were in is making me realize that the real world is just a bitch. And then Mungo is trying to get back in the guard. Besides, $60K is not a bunch of chump change either.

So I went to court yesterday for some bogus fucking traffic ticket while I was not even driving (cop was an idiot and didn't listen) and entered my plea of "Not Guilty" and they set a pre-trial date for 21 June. What the fuck ever happen to speedy trials. Fuck me, it is not like I am Michael Jackson or OJ simpson.

I have CQ tommorow night. This fucking blows because I had plans with Vicki. Those got thrown out the door. We were going to go over to ST's in-laws for the usual Thursday family night. It is her dad's b-day today so I don't know if she is going to come over tonight or not. She might go to lunch with him and she mentioned her mom was taking him out for dinner (why am I typing this?) so anyway, she might come over.

I am losing my fucking mind. Too early in the AM and not enough coffee in me yet apparently.

I have a 4v4 red air today. Should be fun. I will be controlling against one of the "Clover" guys (299th RANS Squadron) Good guys but I will kick their ass as red air and they have the blue. Of course, I will kick most peoples asses when it comes to controlling tactical A/C. No, quitting AWDS did not make my ego go down. Just made me learn to say "Fuck you" better.

Did I tell you about a LT's comment while we were out in the field last time? I don't think I did... so I will now. after the first mission, the LT looked at me and said "Fuck dude, how did you do that? I have never seen anyone control that well before and you did it using a fucked up system." For this mission I was stuck on the scope that did not have a mouse and only had a trackball. This is now V5 for our system, not V3 with FOG. FOG is much better than this shit. The trackball adds even more difficulty. I was fingerfucking the damn system the whole time and many cursewords came out of my mouth. I think my transmitter got stuck open too and I transmitted "Shit!" over the radio, but I never heard anything about it, so I don't know if it went out or not. people said they heard it, but they were also monitoring my scope. I yelled at a few of the ST's (TT from AK) one of them cried the other threw off her headset. Funny. It was the first time they had both ever done a live mission.

Anyway, this blog is getting long....

Mungo, tell ZZ I said hi and I look forward to meeting her. Before we do meet, however, you should probably warn her of shit that may or may not fly out of my mouth.

LATER DAWGS!!!!

Blog Troubles

(I've been having trouble with the Blog lately. This is my 4th try today, and what follows is something I wrote several days ago. I've tried blogging it every day.)

Went to Leroy's last night with ZZ. I was editing the next edition of Solid Mud Forum (3-3) and ZZ wrote more about our trip to Iowa in my journal. She also wrote a poem. Not long after we sat in our booth, B20, a table of four sat down in the corner near us. There was a very attractive 40 year old white woman with bulbous fat white man who was as hideous as they come. The other two at their table were two native sisters, fat and ugly wearing mini skirts. The native girls thought I was cute and wanted me to go home with them. ZZ thought this was hilarious and when she went out to smoke the girls told me they were serious, they wanted me to leave the pretty girl I was with and go home with them. They said I could have them both at the same time, even. They were drunk. By the time they left we knew their names, how old they were, what they all did for a living, and that yes, both native girls were wearing thongs... bending over in front of my booth with that kind of luggage made me want to lose my tea and milk shake. Then ZZ and I went home. I woke her up this morning and took her to work at VI. I met up with some friends at the Peanut Farm on Old Seward and Int'l Airport Rd. Jenn and Roxann were there with three cabbies we know. Jenn and Roxann are my friends, the others (Brian, Grant, and Jamie) I can do without. Brain reminds me a lot of Eddie, but he's from New York and he's 40. He's actually okay, I like hanging out with him. The only problem with Brain is that Grant is his best friend and where Brian is, Grant is. Grant is a disgusting ass hole with rotten teeth, bad humor, STDs (maybe, I'm guessing), and a knack for irreconcilably offending everyone in the room. Jamie is a dumb woman, about 35. She's the type that thinks she has it all figured out. She's an older, blonde Miranda. The only other difference between Jamie and Miranda is that she "does readings" with Tarot Cards. I don't want to bad mouth people's beliefs or interests, that just doesn't happen to be anything I can take seriously. Especially when she does a reading at the Peanut Farm in the midst of breakfast burritos, burgers, pretzels, coffee, cigarettes, and lude humor. I didn't have much fun there. Grant and Jamie are very dominating characters and the rest of us just sort of sat around.

Roxann and I walked out to her car (she had a pizza for me) and she said, "You know what I like about you, Erik? You like everybody, you just get along so well with everyone."

I told her, "You're half right. I JUST get along with everyone, I don't like everybody." Home now, I think I'll finish up with the SMF. I'd like to get that thing out, finally.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

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TODAY
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I was thinking about making a "Julie's Priority List" somewhere she'd find it. I think it would be funny. It would be something like this:

Julie's Priorities
1. Making myself feel bad
2. Plotting guilt trips for everyone that knows me
3. Reminding people of my bad feelings
4. Learning news ways to victimize myself
5. Try to get Tony to move to Louisiana
6. Teach Lissy how to be a bitch
7. Cry/scream a lot
8. Leave my private and hurtful thoughts written in stragic places where I know they will be found and read by others
9. Watch TV
10. Watch TV
11. Watch TV
12. Watch TV
13. Yell at Tony for watching TV when he gets home from work
14. Yell at Tony for being tired when he gets home from work
15. Yell at Tony for not wanted to have sex with me every minute of every day
16. Cry about everything above to everyone execpt my husband
17. Think up weekly lies I can tell people who may or may not be in situations to figure out that I'm lying
18. The fatter I get, the sooner I can reach the next level of my depression
19. AOL
20. Lissy's well being

You know, something like that. I think that would do the trick. The only difference between Her list about Tony and the list I have just made about Her is that my list about Julie more accurately refects the truth. As much shit as I give Julie, I really do hope that she gets better. I hope that the emptiness inside her will disappear forever and she can be happy. I hope it for her sake and for the sake of Double O and Lissy. If it doesn't happen, the Jacobson Clan will be insane.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

PS>>> I can't wait to hear details/see pictures of your camping trip. I'm going hiking tomorrow and I'm excited about it. I need to figure out how to use Double O's scanner.

Lots to do

Camping on Friday. Tons to do.

At least I am off on Thu and don't have to do another overnight on Wed. Bonus.

I should be on the road at 1100 hrs, Fri.

ST

Heat just sucks ass

It was around 80 here today. Sucks to be ST. So I was going through the old blogs and finding some humorous shit.

One of which was my first one from Korea. It mentions ammo being sent over to Korea in my TMO shipment. Well, guess what... that ammo is now in my closet (.380) and in the chamber (.45)

We are some funny fuckers.

that is all for now.

Here we go again...

Today will be about 105 degrees in Las Vegas...it's only going to get worse. Remind me why I stay here?

It will be wonderful to go camping next weekend in Marysvale, UT. ATV HEAVEN. The weather should be great with highs only around 75 and lows about 45. Eddie and I are going old school and grabbing some tents and hitting the trails.

Mungo, thanks for posting all that info...clears up a lot. Let us know what happens with the ANG. I am jelous if you get that job...

007, I hope to hear from you soon about your whole trip, upcoming kid and just crap in general.

ST out.

Forgot to mention...

As far as giving a ticket or not because of a cute chick in the car...

This can be thought of several ways... If the chick is ugly, it does not help your chances. If the chick is cute, it may help your chances, it may not.

The biggest thing is being respectful. No cop likes to put up with attitude. This falls in especially when you just had to deal with a car accident where you had to look at someone barely holding on to life, (I never was on a call where the person was dead on the scene) or you just had to put up with some fucking drunk that was beligerant and wanted to fight.

Being polite and obeying what the cop is asking you to do is the best way to get out of a ticket. Slow movement is also very good. When people move quick to grab something in their car you will generally see the cops hand move to his firearm quickly. Here is a for instance... A drunk guy was fiddling under the passenger seat of the truck, I asked him to step away from the vihicle. He said "why? is it against the law to look for something?" Drunk and not listening to the cop and digging under a seat... very bad combination. he turns around and starts to dig again. at this point I yelled at him to back away from the vehicle and then unsnapped the strap over my gun. he heard the snap and turned around to see my hand on my firearm about to pull the gun out (so to speak.) For some reason, he decided to put his hands in plain view and move away from the truck.

Sorry about reliving the glory days... But the point is, being polite and respectful is the best way. If the chick tried to get out of the ticket using the "because I am a hottie" thing, I gave the ticket to her. But then again, I am an ass. So, no, having a chick in the car does not neccessarily help your chances. But having an ugly chick probably hurts your chances. Nobody likes to look at some snaggle toothed chick that looks like she got attacked by a nail gun or kicked by a mule. Being an idiot also hurts your chances.

Here are some hints though, in case anyone wants them...
1. Be respectful.
2. Keep your hands in plain view (one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand on outside mirror is what I usually do) and tell the cop if you are going to reach in your glovebox or under a seat. This way he is ready for you to move and will not be as jumpy.
3. If you are going to speed, try to do it when there is a lot of traffic or you are passing a lot of semi's. This confuses the radar and they cannot get a good lock on you. (unless they are using laser in which case your fucked. But many departments can not afford laser)
4. When the officer asks you if you know why he pulled you over, do not say the reason. We pulled people over and asked and they said "Because I was speeding." the question then is do you know how fast you were going? they give a number i.e. 87 in a 65. Ask for the license and registration and then go back to the car. The actual reason you were pulled over was because you had a tail light out and we wanted to make sure you were aware of it. You just self incrimminated yourself and got 2 tickets. One for speeding and one for a tail light. Most states do not require the officer to lock the radar when you get targetted meaning that once you see the speed you can turn the radar off instead of having to keep it on and the speed at which they caught you on the radar. Your best bet is do what I do... My answer is usually "I have a good idea of why" and just hand him the license and registration.
5. Playing dumb does not work. it just makes the cop think you are stupid and stupid people deserve tickets.
6. Don't lie. If you did something wrong and he questions you specifically about it, admit to it.
7. Be respectful.

Any other tips, I will gladly tell you if you want to know or have a question about.

Later Peeps

8 minutes... that's all it took

It took Lorelei all of 8 minutes to spill on my floor when she got here yesterday. What were her words, you ask? "Oops, sorry." Ahh well, shit happens.

We are just hanging out a little longer before I take her back to Idaho tonight. I will be getting home around 11 or 12 tonight. We went to the aquarium in SLC today. Small, but neat. You can watch sharks swimming and pet a starfish or a stingray (the fish, not the corvette.)

Anyway, Vicki didn't come over today. I think she is coming over tommorow, but who knows.

I get to go on another field deployment here soon. (not by choice) Same place that I went 2 months ago. Fuckin' shithole.

Mungo, thanks for the backdated post. would have been nice about a MONTH AGO!!! he he he...

Bubbles, is the Mechanics Cert being used yet or are you in LA making Mungo and ZZ clean your construction site, or your house that is.

ST, I am ready to go camping.

Dueces,

Eddie

Mungo's Missing Post

When Eddie told me that the only indication I made of a possible trip to Iowa was me mussing about the cost of such a trip that got me puzzled. I neglected to mention it in my last post or in my e-mail to Eddie, but there is something I'd like to announce.

I am a jackass.

You see, there Eddie and ST are, all peturbed and out of whack about my uncandidness with the detail surrounding my departure of AlAskA. I, in return, was upset by this peturbedness because though I had not made everything abundantly clear, I was of the mind that I had at least written one more post after the April Fool's Day post which stated my question of a transcontinental trek. Indeed, such a post was written, but has since been lost. I'm sure the error occured on this end, perhaps I did not click "Publish Post" or perhaps Double O's computer said, "No, you're not telling anyone anything through me today. I won't allow nuts on my video tape."

Infact, today, just now, as I sat down to do work on the next Solid Mud Forum at 4:24 a.m. after a bizzare trip to Leroy's, I just noticed that my post was not there at all. This realization brought forth a revelation of such grand perportions that now my solar system of friends had been realigned and I realize now why such confusion existed between ST and Eddie. The following is a recreation of what I remember ATTEMPTING to post over a month ago:

"ZZ and I have made up our minds. We're not sure where exactly we're heading or how long we'll be gone, but we're outta here. It's becoming increasingly important for the two of us to get out of the state for a while. We'll probably end up in Iowa and Minnesota, but if other adventures gather themselves into a globe of possibility on the ALCAN, we'll jump into it's glow, becoming one with it's mysterious direction. Wish us luck, we may never return to earth."

Or something like that. I remember very distinctly writing a brief paragraph to that effect. Although, I don't think I wrote anything about a globe. Maybe it was more like this:"...We'll probably end up in Iowa and Minnesota, but if a boarish creature in a sun dress comes dancing along with a billion hot lava falling from it's nostrils and invites us to the moon to bleach the craters, keeping the moon fresh and clean and white, we'll jump into her basket, becoming one with her mysterious direction. Wish us luck, we may never return to the earth."

Anyway. Perhaps that will explain things a bit more. It does for me. I have chicken fried steak burps.

Oh. If anyone reads this before I wake up later this afternoon, perhaps you can solve a dilema ZZ and I are having. It's involving money. We have $50-$100 to spend on ZZ and we're agruing over three choices of expendeture. They are as follows:1. Small tatoo
2. Dress slacks and black shoes for work
3. Hiking boots

Also, ZZ found a picture that made us laugh and laugh and laugh. You know those Santa Man pictures you can have taken with your child at the mall. You know, sit the kid on a fat pervert's lap and take a picture so you can remember the moment of your child's curruption forever? There is one of Lissy here with Julie and Santa. Normal right? The funny thing is that Lissy is sitting on Julie's lap, Julie is in Santa's chair, and the Santaman is mostly off frame beside the chair trying to poke his head in. Julie is smiling HUGE with her arms firmly around her daughter and Lissy is pouting. Everytime I see this picture now I can't help but laugh. Ho Ho Ho, Julie kicked Santa out of the picture...

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Road Rally 2005 (part 2)

Eddie, I got your e-mail and I am feeling better, thanks for writing back.

We all need to keep two things in mind:
1. All four of us have busy lives and sometimes it's hard to keep everyone informed, even when we want to.

2. (Most important) We are the best friends we've ever had at any time of our lives and keeping in touch, for us, means more than a "how-ya-doin?" every few months. It means that we need to include each other as much as possible with the details of our lives.

When I lose track of you guys I feel a little bit lost. And when this blog is rockin' and rollin' I feel like you guys are here and that leaves me feeling COMPLETELY lost!

Okay. Lemme fill ya in with the rest of the trip. I left off in North Dakota. I said things were getting a little hot in the car...

...so I pulled off the interstate and headed down a small back road heading into the distant nothing. Another road, smaller still, pealed off the the right. A small yellow sign announced, "Bridge Out" so I was pretty sure ZZ and I would have a great deal of privacy at the end of the road. I took the turn at 20 miles and hour and accellerated down the dark... black... muddy...

STUCK. 70 feet off the pavement, all four wheel wells were FILLED with cakey dark black adobe mud. It was raining and 40 degrees and pitch black as I went to task, freeing the my tires so we could back up. Once all four tires were free of the mud, I tried to push and ZZ sat at the wheel. 10 very SHORT feet later, all four tires were stuck again. They had picked up just as much mud and the wheel wells were just as packed. We were in that mud, backing up and pulling mud out, for 2 hours. We would have been there longer, but a stranger in a 4x4 pick 'em up truck drove down the road to see if he could be of assistance. Unfortunately his tow rope was lent, so he couldn't help. What he didn't know was that he really DID help us by taking several hundred pounds of mud with him off on his tires. Talk about a dirty way to get a 5 inch lift! I'm not kidding you guys, the stuff was as thick as clay. A handfull of it weighed 5 lbs and that shit was hard to dig out with fingers. My fingers hurt for weeks after that. At the two hour point we were just under half way back to the road when we landed the car in the truck's tracks. I went to cleaning again and the last try we backed up 40 feet onto the gravel! A miracle. Had that stranger not come by to help we would have been there a lot longer. It had taken us 2 hours to back up 30 feet (that's 15 feet an hour!) I really do think some snails move faster than that, don't they?

Anyway, the next day we reached my grandmother's farm in Milaca, MN. That's about 1.5 hours north of the Twin Cities. ZZ and spent three days with my grandmother and Uncle Bruce. ZZ, who's from Miami and San Francisco (area) had NEVER been on a farm. She had also never spoken to people as reserved as that side of my family. She had never seen anyone so nice and SANE be so quiet. She loved it.

From there we went to Iowa to see my family. She met Caitlin first when we stopped at McDonalds in Mason City. Caitlin was on her way to Kansas City to go sky diving with her boyfriend for her 19th day. We met and had shakes and moved on to Osage. ZZ and my family took to one another very quickly, which was a huge relief to me. She had my whole family laughing and she laughed and had fun and oh my oh my... things went well. I was deeply satisfied and I could see ZZ being part of the family forever. THEN:

MOM KERSHNER: "So, how old are you, I guess we never asked."
ZZ: "Um." (looks at me) "Guess."
MOM: "I'd say, 22, 23?"
DAD: "Ya, 23, 24."
MEGHAN: "23, my age."
RYAN: "29! No, just kidding, 25, like Erik."
ZZ: "I DON'T WANT TO SAY!"
ERIK: (says absolutely nothing.)
MOM: "Oh... sheesh. It doesn't matter!"
ZZ: "I'M 18, I'M 9 MONTHS YOUNGER THAN CAITLIN!!"
MOM: "Oh, wow, I never would have guessed."
DAD: "Ga! Really? Why, you sure don't carry yourself like an 18 year old."
ZZ: "I'm so embarrassed!"
MOM: "Oh, no. Please don't be, it doesn't matter to us."

So, that's a relief.

After a week in Osage and a trip to Austin Minnesota to the SPAM Museum, ZZ and I drove to Dubuque to visit Sara Jean E. Weber and Jim Ott. The visit with Sara was charactoristically short as she had a business trip to Minneapolis the day after we arrived. But the short time we had together was wonderful and it was long enough for ZZ and SJ to form an allience against me, an allience whose sole purpose was to convince me to stay in Dubuque and not return to AlAskA. There were many wonderful opportunities there for us. I agreed to look for jobs one day and after that one day if we felt good about things we'd look a 2nd day. Well, day one, ZZ got hired as a waitress... on the spot. I was was to be hired the next day as a (CHECK THIS OUT) Deck hand on a Riverboat Casino. Kick ass job, ya? Mark Twain style, Mississippi Gamblin' Man. Hellsya. But all in all, we still felt poorly about things at the end of the day and we couldn't understand why. We had a place to live, enough money to flurish in Dubuque, IA. It seemed perfect, we both love the town. After a nap in the car we went to visit Jim Ott, who always has a good clean word of perspective for anyone who will listen. And listen we did. I don't want to go into too many details here, but two hours in Jim Ott's living room changed our lives forever. One day, when we're talking, by phone or face to face, I'll explain it more fully. I'm also going to write about it in "Paradise Plain," my book about how I see America.

So, we headed back towards AlAskA and were very happy about our decision. On the way, however, we ran into some trouble. FIVE troubles, actually, in two days.

DAY ONE
1. Hit a grousein North Dakota (hate that state!) Cut it in half, sprayed it's guts, brains, feathers and bones all over the car. They were everywhere, and a wing was stuck in my head light. The housing for the headlight was also broken loose, but the plastic stayed in tact.

DAY TWO
2. Took the wrong road through Alberta. 4 hour detour, one whole tank of gas (we didn't have much money)
3. Pulled over for speeding. 105 in a 70 (km) That's Reckless driving. Not mention it's in a Provintional Park. The mounty also discovered that my insurance is out of date, my Florida driver's license is suspended, and there's a class E restriction for daylight driving only on my license. ZZ had nothing but a state ID (california), I have Iowa tags, a Florida license, we were in Alberta, and heading towards AlAskA where we both claimed to live. I thought my life was over at that moment, but it wasn't. The guy let us go without so much as a written warning. His VERBAL warning wasn't even about the paperwork. He just warned me that there were animals on the road at night.
4. After seeing literally hundreds (thousands) of Elk, Moose, Deer, Badgers, Fox, Coyotes, Wolves in one single day... I finally hit one at midnight. There were three elk in the ditch to the left, not uncommon, like I said, maybe thousands had already passed by. I kept my eye on them just the same to make sure they stayed put. When I looked back to highway 40, a male Elk, huge as any moose I'd ever seen, was standing infront of me with 2 of his girlfriends. I slammed on the breaks and his girlfriends bolted into the ditch. Mr. Elk ran out of my lane so I let off the break some. Then, just as we were passing, he turned around and hit the car: Headfirst into the windshield, smashing it on the driver's side. His shoulder put a HOLE in the front quarter panel and driver's side door. The mirror is cracked as well. We stopped and I looked back, he was running off into the woods with a slight limp. I got out to inspect the damage. I had just noticed the hole in the body of the car when I heard hooves. I looked back to the woods and saw THREE MORE male elk charging the car at a distance of 100 feet. 100 feet is VERY close when you're talking about open gound and charging elk. They're fast. I barely got into the car and down the road. They had caught up to the car, but we soon left them behind. That was scarey.

DAY THREE
5. We slept for the night in a bee keeper's field. Once back on the road, now in BC, we came across a random vehical inspection road block. We were pulled over and selected because the keen officer used his sharp eye and honed skills to see that my car was a mess. A hanging bumper, a smashed windshield, a dented hood, holes in the panels, cracks in the door, and no hub caps. Ya. He asked for my license and registration and proof of insurance and I felt confident that he was going to execute me. Well, he didn't execute me. Infact, he didn't even leave his cruiser... for over an hour. He made phone calls (I could see him in my mirror), he waved over other officers, made a lot of hand jestures, sent over other cops to ask us questions, and left us to set with the worst feelings ever about the situation. He finally came back with a ten foot ticket and called me lots of names. Really mean names, like "Silly." Those Canadians, I swear, they know how to lay it down! But he let me go too, and I credit that to ZZ. Having a girl in the car helps, I think.

Eddie, you're kind of a cop, is that true? Does having a cute chick help? Or is it the fact that I was polite and didn't try to tell any sort of stupid lies?

That night we stayed at the Liard Hot Springs for an hour. That was nice and relaxing. Instead of looking at all these things as BAD THINGS we saw the good in them. The two run in's with the fuzz could have left me in jail and my vehical impounded. The run in with the elk could have left us dead or the car totalled. The grouse could have put out the headlight, but it didn't. The wrong turn could have led us back to the US boarder, but luckily, I woke up from my nap and discovered the error well before that happened. It could have been worse. And just then, after having sex in the hot springs at 11:30 p.m., and feeling pretty damn good about our trip, I found $440. Pretty nice, huh?

So we continued on our way and saw lots of wonderful scenery and I got to see the first bear I'd ever seen in the wild. It was a young black bear playing with a butterfly at the edge of the road. Later that day, in Kluane Prov. Park, I saw a full grown grizzly bear galloping through an open field and splashing into Kluane Lake. It was the closest thing I've seen in my life that defines the word "Masterful."

The trip into Anchorage was pleasant, but long. We drove from Watson Lake to Anchorage non-stop, save for gas and pee peeing. We met up with our friends at Leroy's and saw that everyone's favorite cook, Ray, was back in action, drunk on the job and handing out candy from a soiled apron. We left and went to Denny's where we pigged out and told our stories to everyone.

I saw Double O the next day and it took me a full two hours to tell him about our adventure. One hour of that was to explain the TWO life changing hours ZZ and I spent in Jim Ott's living room.

Since we've returned, ZZ has found work at Village Inn on Spenard and I'm still unemployed. I have an offer to wash windows for $15/hr, 8 hrs/wk, 5 ds/wk, but I dunno if I want to work for Paul. Long story. Mostly I'm trying to get into the ANG. I was scheduled once already for MEPS, but there was a hitch, there always is, yall understand that! But that's my future, boys. I'm gonna do 6 years with the 176th ACS (formally the 611th, ever heard of it?) and ZZ and I are looking for an apartment. We are on our way to saving $3,000 for the move in, which will take some time, but we're happy to wait. Our relationship is dead on amazing and you guys WILL love her. Hopefully you can meet her very soon.

The next time we get a bug in our ass to drive to the lower 48, I have already promised her we'd visit Berkley, where her friends and family are, and she has agreed to a Vegas/SLC trip, assuming ST and Eddie are still hammering out hot steel there.

Anydangway, I have a girlfriend and we're happy. Did Bubbles send you guys a picture? If not, I"ll scan some and send them. I'm planning on doing that anyway, but I need to figure out how to use Double O's scanner.

We're going to Leroy's, so I'm outtie!

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: "Temporary Arm" - Elf Power

The Man

007 is the man! Congrats dude! I was going to call you but I don't have your phone number for some stupid ass reason. Email it to me.

I hope everything keeps panning out for you.

Again, CONGRATULATIONS!

Crap

I found out today that I will probably have to work this Saturday. I really don't want to get up at 0130! Talk about o'dark thirty.

The even worse news is that I was also told that we aren't getting a down day next Friday. That means I will only get a 3 day weekend instead of the 4 I was planning on. Eddie and I are planning to ride the Paiute trail in UT and just camp out where ever we end up. Now, this throws a kink into everything. I have two choices...

1) Leave Friday night and get up there late. We will then ride for two days and I will come home on Monday.

2) Take 4 days of leave. With all of our plans this year I am not sure that is going to work.


Crapola Dudes

ST out

Hmmm...

I am sitting here thinking a bit that what I said is a bit hypocritacal in that I did not keep in touch with y'all as much while I was in Korea.

Mungo, you got my words.

Bubbles congrats yo. I hope having this will open more opportunities so you will be happier.

I was able to eat pancakes tonight. Well, small bites that I ended up just swallowing if you consider that eating.

I think that is all I am going to say for now.

Rough Words

Sometimes we use rough words when we don't understand everything that's going on. Sometimes things go too far.

Eddie, I sent you an e-mail explaining some things.

I'm moving into Double O's place tonight, so I'll have more consistant access to the internet. By the way, Doubles earned his Mechanics License yesterday. You guys should call and congratulate him. It's a really big deal. He's been working every single day for the last few weeks to gear up for his vacation to Louisiana. He's tired, he's been sick.

How's bout an ataboy for the man?
Mungo

Damn the Pain Meds

Well, If I hurt feelings...ummm... get over it.

So ST and I are talking about our camping trip over Memorial day weekend. WOO WOO!!! Man, do we have a lot of little shit to bring. Hopefully, all will fit in a duffle bag that will be strapped to our quads. If not, then I guess we will need more straps. Amazing the little shit you think of that falls under the "Just in Case Shit."

Well, to update you other 2 (not that you read this fucking thing anyway) I am dating a girl named Vicki. It is interesting right now to say the least. I don't know how to describe it other than I don't know if shit will work out or not. We had a discussion today about commitment. both of us pretty much came to the same conclusion that we are not really ready for 100% commitment (as far as dating and sure as hell as far as any future plans) to eachother. This is actually a good thing. Right now I am having commitment issues. Not saying she can't be the one, but not saying she can.

This conversation pretty much came about because I told her I might re-enlist. I basically said that if she does not want to go any further dating me because of this that I understand. A common theme in my life for the past several years.

However, I did tell her that I DO want to continue to see her and she said that she wants to still see me too. It just made for a very odd conversation seeming how we have not known eachother for that long.

No worries Bro's, no forseeable wedding bells in my near future. Not that anyone but ST would come to my wedding anyway. Not saying y'all wouldn't be invited because you would. I just know y'all would not show up. But the truth hurts sometimes.

Pain Meds

Eddie has been on pain meds so his "brain to mouth" filter must not be working so well.

I get his drift though. Dude, what's going on? You just disappear then some cryptic message.

Fill us in.

ST

Well then...

Well that gave us absolutely jack shit for where you have been. I got more info from your sister than what you put on there.

Thanks for letting your friends know that you were going to be back in the lower 48. thanks for letting us know you were going back up to AK.

I think I can take that as a big "FUCK YOU"

glad to know we meant enough for you to tell us this kind of shit.

Road Rally 2005

heyguesswhatit'sthatguythat'srightit's a MUNGO!

Hiya fellas. Bros. Hommies. Naggles. Cutie fruities.... wait, I've spent too much time alone in a car with a girl. Cutie Fruitie? Gross. You mofo's are neither cutie nor fruitie. Well, maybe a little fruitie. Come on! Erasure? Ya.

Anyway. What? Where the hell have I been? Is that what you asked? Yikes! I've been on a rampage! The details, although abbr. to Double O, took 2 hours to tell and to type with my broken fingers, would take to long. So I'll give you the short and dirty.

Camped at the edge of a corn field in Saskatchewan in my one man tent. ZZ didn't have much fun, but the tight quarters was just fine with me. It was 25 degrees. In the morning, ZZ was seen peeing by a farmer in a great big ole truck.

We got super seached at the border by seriously rude North Dakota customs agents. No stripping involved, just a very pleasent pat-down. An hour later we were cleared to go and had to repack everthing ourselves.

Between Fargo ND and Great Falls ND, things got a little hot in the car so we pulled over to...

(well, the computer I'm on in 10 feet away from where Julie just laid down on her bed to pout and go to sleep. I'm out of here. I'll be living in this house during the Jacobson Family Vacation: LaPlace, LA. At that time I will be writing lots more. ZZ and I are going to try to clean this place up. Wish us good heath and resilency to despondency.)

Peace and Love,
Mungo