Sure is

It's 6 am new years day here

It's New Years Somwhere

It's New Years somewhere.

2006

Why even Re-invite??

So I am sitting here, kickin' myself in the jimmy in the middle of Iraq, thinking to myself... What the hell was the point of the re-invite?

If somebody was re-invited, then FUCKING BLOG!

I realize there are some issues going on, but the only 2 that have details are not talking to eachother. SHIT!!

Very little info is known in my world. If someone has some more bogey dope (or other side of a situation) then give me something so I can reformulate my opinion. Not saying that any player will be on a winning end of my formulated opinions, but it tends to at least be funny. At least in my mind it is.

In other news... I want to see some boobies!

Funny Shit

Did I mention I met this army chick and we are getting married when I get back to UT?

WHAT!? Are you serious, Eddie? What's her name? Are you joking? I'm a bit confused too

blah blah blah...did i mention that i met this army chick and that we are getting married....
What the fuck, over?!?!?! You are just joking around and shit right? The correct answer is Yes, Mike, I am just joking around.
Now I am all fucked up in the head.

That was some funny ass E-Mail traffic... what was even funnier was this was at the very end of the e-mail...

IF YOU ACTUALLY READ THROUGH THE WHOLE e-MAIL AGAIN YOU WILL SEE THIS MESSAGE… I AM JUST KIDDING ON GETTING MARRIED. THERE IS NO ARMY CHICK THAT I AM GETTING MARRIED TO. NOT GONNA HAPPEN. ALTHOUGH THERE HAVE BEEN A FEW THAT I REALLY FEEL LIKE KNOCKIN THE BOTTOM OUT OF. THAT GOES FOR SOME AIR FORCE CHICKS AS WELL

I think ST said it best when he said "That's some funny shit. I don't care who you are." Of course that was stolen from Larry, but it applies to a lot of the shit we do.

16 hours til the new year. yup, another day, another $3.50. Good times.

Eddie

Time Management

OK... granted I do not have a whole lot of things to do when I am off work. But SHIT! The only time I am on a computer is when I am at work.

If I can find the time to post, so can everyone else. I get about 30 min to an hour a day on a computer. Find priorities. Work pushed aside, let friends know how I am doing. I think that is my priority. That is also part of my sanity.

If you don't have my e-mail address, ask someone. (Bubble's this is in refference to you. Both ST and Mungo have my address)

Shit, remember the FRIEND thing.

Response To 007's Previous Post

Quote: "i will be unable to post any additional information on the blog due to the fear that mungo will share the details with persons outside of the 4 of us, which inturn could cause more problems than i already have."

What in the hell would posess you to post something like that. If you don't want to share something in the blog then just say that you don't want to share in a public forum!

I will translate what I see your post saying (this is how I see it): "I don't want to post anything else on the blog because I don't trust Mungo to keep it to himself. This could cause me more problems than I have already created for myself."

So you want to share your side of it. No phone calls from you yet (you are working two jobs so thats cool). No email yet (you had time to blog so...).

ST sitting here shaking my head.

Early Arrival

We made it up to our Richfield house and life was good. Our plan was to head up to Lehi (2 hrs away) to see Suzy and all them. Beck made a call to check the health of everyone before we left.

No less than 6 people with the California flu and it was spreading fast. That strain of flu has been all over the news and has killed at least 4 kids in California so far. Yeah...we didn't go and decided to come home early. I got both of your guys' email in my yahoo account.

Eddie, I didn't have a chance to take your wheeler in. During your time off when you get back we will have to meet up and I can show you the house and we can tow it to the shop.

Later guys.

ST chillin

THE DOUBLE MUSKY

Mile .3, Crow Creek Road, Girdwood

Mungo's Menu:
jalapeno cheese bread w/ honey butter
diner salad, vinagerette
1 glass white wine (Rindoux)
coconut salmon
1 fried Cornish game hen
Musky Fudge Cake

ZZ's Menu:
jalapeno cheese bread w/ honey butter
diner salad, vinagerette
1 glass soda pop (7Up)
Cajun crab cakes
crab stuffed halibut
creme brule

*this was the best meal either of us has eaten all year! I'm too full to tell you more.

Lucky Lotto!

My parents won the lottery! They won the Powerball! 324 million dollars! I'll never have to work again a day in my life!

Peace and Love,
Mungo

PS, TISK TISK

Don't you wish it were as easy as that? Ya, me too. I get caught up in thoughts like that sometimes. I even do the math to see how much I could spend per year... The reality is that I'm still waiting for the AK Guard to announce who they're hiring for the three open Staff slots. Also, that root canal is coming up on January 4th. Can't wait! Seriously, because at the minimum, I'll be able to catch a six month tour with the 176th and an extra 18 grand would be nice. Until then, still unemployed. Pretty much have given up all hopes of finding a job out there. Haven't even bothered checking this last week. Who's going to hire anyone the week of Christmas? Molar #13 is going to have it's day soon enough, anyway. We're hanging all our hopes (and then some!) on me getting this job.

Peace and Love, Mungo

Dull Days

Double O, I'll give you a call sometime.

Things are slow here. Our Christmas was dull. We went to a friend's place for dinner and then to Leroy's for gift exchanges, and then to the hospital to visit our friend Geno. Geno had a heart attack. Double O knows him and knows that Geno is a great guy. He's okay now, he's at his daughter's home recovering. We spent Christmas morning with Robbie, ZZ's step brother, her mom and step dad. That was a boring time, but it was good to see Robbie out of the mental institution. We left really early, ZZ had worked the midnight shift.

ZZ and I are going to the Double Musky tomorrow for dinner. Apparently it's a pretty swank place so we'll have to wear our least slobby clothes.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

PS: FUNNY LISTS: ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR (LENORD C. IS A MOODY MUSICIAN FROM THE 80's - MID 90's), FIVE,

PPS, JOKE: How many people with magic abilities to change light bulbs from where ever they are at anytime did it take to change the light bulb?
ANSWER: One.

PPPS, --2005 Top Stories From Around the World--

Mungo's Predictions For 2006
January: Saddam Husain Escapes, Captured and Killed by David Markin
Feburary: Seattle Seahawks beat Denver Broncos in Super Bowl XL
March: Michael Jackson Goes to Court Again, This Time For Armed Robery
April: Nothing will be reported by anybody at all
May: Spring flowers in full bloom all over northern hemisphere
June: Earth's largest earthquake hits bed of Atlantic ocean, England Sinks
July: Mungo strangely skips "27" and turns "28 years old" Magic Seeing Eye does not see more than 7 months in the future.

Christmas past

Christmas is over so I don't have to be nice anymore...

Bubbles welcome back. But here is the brutal honesty... GET A FRICKIN DIVORCE!!!

I am glad to have you back as part of the group and you all know that I just wan't all y' all to have the best. That being said, we also create most of the problems that we have by ourselves and it is no others fault. I fuck up all the time and I realize that 95% of the time it is my fault and I could have prevented it.

ST, bummer about the neighbors not having all the fun stuff. No biggy though, probably still really good people.

I am sooooo ready to get back home! only a month and some change and I will be back to civilization and be able to actually live in my condo that I bought and lived in for 2 weeks.

I am also ready to see my kid. I have missed her a shitload on this TDY. She was apparently spoiled rotten for her birthday and it continued on for Christmas. Spoiled little shit. Ah well, thats what kids are for.

So are we going to try to plan a reunion or what? I need to know timeframe and where so I can begin to plan shit. I am going to Houston in Aug or Sept for my 10 year HS reunion. When I figure out when that is I can plan other stuff. I have about 12 days of leave as of right now because I burnt a shitload before I came over here.

Anyway, off to go screw around in the IZ (IZ is the abbreviation for Iraq... well, according to the DOD)

Later

Eddie

Thanks for the reinvite

Im glad that you guys are allowing me to let you know my side of the story, but i will be unable to post any additional information on the blog due to the fear that mungo will share the details with persons outside of the 4 of us, which inturn could cause more problems than i already have. I know i made a mistake in what had happened and i hope yall are willing to hear me out. I would also like to have a conversation with mungo sometime in the near future. It would be great for us to be on good terms again, but i would like for just us to have a cup of coffee and talk.

I am currently working 2 jobs again for the time being, so i dont have very much time between jobs. pretty much 6am till midnight is working and the rest of the time is sleeping, so i will have to figure something out.

I believe that the confusion that im feeling will be resolved soon and things will be right as rain. I dont expect any of you to forgive me and just sweep this under the rug, but i am willing to help the current situation become better.

with deepest reguards,

Anthony Jacobson

Neighbor Update

I found out that the toy box and the four wheelers aren't my new neighbor's. Oh well. I guess he is still alright.

Merry Christmas

ST saying HO HO HO and all that.

Merry Christmas

Merry X-Mas to all!!! It is still the 24th back where y'all are (so still Lorelei's B-day!) but the day has arrived here.

I am typing on one of the biggest piece-o-shit keyboards that we have so I appologize if it gets fucked up.

ST, sounds like you have a good neighbor so far... and also your kid is probably just possessed or something beating on walls while asleep.

Mungo, I thought of a fix for your mp3 problem. Get a Mac as soon as you can! up until then, keep the software up to date.

Fine by me if Bubbles joins back in, but he will probably still barely ever enter a blog.

For X-mas, I will be talking to planes and telling them to go blow some shit up (hopefully) I think holiday greetings have been said on the radio about 25,000 times and still have one more holiday to go after today. Between Turkey Day, Christmas, and New Years most radio transmissions are not exactly 3-1 material.

Anyway, Hope all y'all have a wonderful Christmas!!!

Eddie

New Neighbors

Last night we heard a noise and thought that Ashlee was awake and hitting the wall. Beck went and checked and she was still sleeping. One look outside showed that we had some new neighbors moving in.

I went out to be nosey and see what was going on. Sure enough I ran into Brian. I think we have lucked out as far as neighbors go. They moved into the corner house right next to us (Eddie should know).

It turns out that he is/was an E7 in the Army and is in the process of getting a medical discharge. He did a 5 month tour in Iraq and two months into his second 5 month tour he was injured ( I didn't ask how). His arm is pretty messed up and he says that he still has at least one more surgery to go. He has been in about 8 years and was planning on getting out anyway. He seems pretty young (28-30). Man, that makes me feel old.

At any rate...he also has a nice, big ass toy hauler (camping trailer) and I noticed a four wheeler in the back of his truck! Like I said before, I think that we got lucky as far as new neighbors go.

That is the haps this Christmas Eve.

Merry Christmas to you guys!


ST just chilling.

Merry Christmas to Eddie

It's Christmas where Eddie is!!! Santa is bustin his ass to get it done!


MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!

Invited

An invitation has been sent to 007's Yahoo! email address. All he has to do is accept it and blog away.

ST out

The Issue With Double O

I think Double O should be allowed back on the Blog. Two reasons. Even though he has everyone's phone numbers, this is the accepted and established main forum for the four of us to keep in touch. If he should decide to explain himself to everyone, he should be allowed to do that. What we all think of THAT is entirely up to us. The other reason is that if he's got access to the Blog and he doesn't post ANYTHING ever again, then perhaps his silence will make it easier for us (and by "us" I'm really speaking for myself) to accept his backing out of the group.

I got to thinking about this when looking at the column of 27 Archived months' worth of posts on the Tin Can Spi.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

ZZ's 19th Birthday Party

For ZZ's B-Day I asked all of our friends to come over to our apartment for a few drinks, delicious Lava Cake, and some laughs. The only people that didn't come were the ones working (Geno, who works on the docks; Brain and Grant, cabbies; Mary, Leroy's waitress; ZZ's step-dad Robert, Fred Meyer's; Gordon, who was flying in Nome; and Kevin Swaidek, ACS) or the one's whose cars were broken down (KidKenny, 17 year old jazz rocker; Ray, who's back from Seattle after being robbed) so we had a pretty good turn out. Roxann, Jenn, Chuck, Kandi, Gabe, Kathy (ZZ's mother). You might think that six guests for a birthday party is small, but it was nice for us. Liz got some nice gifts and the mood was just right! We had a wonderful time. I sang ZZ her birthday song and she got a little teary. Her cousin, Roxann, was openly crying. I was so nervous playing in front of people, and so emotional watching ZZ's face tear up that I almost collapsed. After that, I started drinking a lot and I got drunk for only the 3rd time all year. I don't remember how I got to bed, I fell asleep, I think, on the couch watching Red Dwarf. I wish you guys could have been there. It wasn't a big drink fest, we're not about that, it all just sort of snuck up on me. Snuck up on ZZ too, I guess. She's still sleeping it off and it's 4:16 p.m.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

DRINK LIST:
Berringer White Merlot
Tuaka
Absolute Raspberri Vodka w/ Cranberry juice.

PS... WANT TO SEE SOME THING COOL? GO HERE!

MP3 Player vs. Mungo's Computer

ZZ gave me a Samsung MP3 player for Christmas (she can't keep secrets and made me open two presents last night) (the other was season 1 & 2 of "Red Dwarf") and today I have been working on getting it going. I have run into some problems and maybe someone (ST!) can help me find a way around them.

STEP #1 I had an old version of Windows Media Player and I couldn't find the Sync button so I sought to download version 10. When it was 38% into the process, my internet connection failed.

STEP #2 This has been a frustratingly reaccuring problem (note an earlier post about having trouble blogging) and I finally just called GCI today. After only 15 minutes on the phone we figured out that the splitter I'm using was a piece of shit (Double O gave me his old Wal Mart special one) so now, until I go to the GCI main office an pick up a new one, I'm running straight out of the wall so that the TV cable box is disconnected.

STEP #3 Downloaded Windows Media Player 10.

STEP #4 Although my system notified me that new hardware was detected and the requirements of the MP3 player is that I have Windows XP the software disk will not run because I need something called XP SP1a... or something.

STEP #5 Downloaded XP SP1a... or something.

STEP #6 The patch (I'm assuming it's a kind of patch for Windows XP) will not install. A window bubbled up to me and said, "If you suspect the software you purchased has been pirated, notify yadda yadda."

STEP #7 Ask Eddie and ST for their help.

Man...I can't wait for spring!

Now I've Seen It All

Tahoe was a bit low on dog food so I made a trip to the local PetSmart. As soon as I walked through the door I was amazed at how crowded it was. Damn it.

As I made my way though the store I found that all these people were in line to......

wait for it.....



wait for it.....



.....get their dog's picture taken with Santa. No shit.


ST out

Blogfest

Cool lyrics, Mungo. Rock out with your cock out, dude! (some guy at work said that the other day and I just about fell over)


Eddie, I am going to try and get your four wheeler in the shop right after Christmas since we will be up there for a week. I hope I can get it started to drive it to the shop. If not then I will have to tow it over with the little four wheeler or the truck.

Talk to you guys later...breakfast is calling.

ST

Untitled Song

I have finished writing the first draft of ZZ's birthday song. Maybe you'll like it. Remember, this is a first draft and you likely don't know the melodies, the inside jokes, or anything, but bare with it!

The Leroy's daily special is Lasagna, that's a must
We must rip out all the guest reciepts from the tickets they write for us,
And in the face of every regular strapped firmly to their chair
we must stare, we must stare, we must stare

we must quit on our employers and leave this northern state
set out on the highway to the lower forty-eight
and on the way we'll camp beside a field of shining gold
we'll be cold, we'll be cold, we'll be cold

My friend Sara has a place
Where Liz and I could stay
Jim says, "It might be a big mistake
To live in Iowa,
If we turn our backs on AlAskA."

So we head home on the ALCAN driving harder than before,
We must clean off all the bird guts from the headlights to the door,
And on that Yukon road of destiny where nocturnal elk will hide,
We will brake, we will gasp, and collide.

We will hang our hats at Leroy's where the dregs and cabbies meet,
We will stare out of the windshield and always love the street,
And in the diners of tomorrow with our puzzles and our pens,
We'll have friends, we'll have friends, we'll have friends

Now my ZZ's feelin' fine,
My out look brightens up,
Things get better all the time,
I'm happy just because
The pressure has reduced our fears to dust.

Bums, Heros, and Drunks

BUMS: It's a shame that the good guys out there without homes or families are so very much out numbered by the bad guys out there without homes or families. For instance: My friend Gordon once saw a bum sitting in the corner booth of Leroy's with a cup of coffee and plastic sacks filled with dirty clothes. He was counting out change to pay his coffee and it didn't look like he had enough. So, Gordon decided to buy the man a meal and ordered him a pancake breakfast with all the breakfast trimmings. He didn't tell the man he was going to do this, he just did it. When the waitress brought the food to him and explained that a customer paid for his meal the man said, "I'm not really partial to pancakes, could I swap it for a steak?"

HEROS: As all things you are doing pass behind you, the good things you do in your life stay with you and with others always, whether you realize it or not. Eddie, the poem you posted was very nice. Because I live a long ways away from you, even when you're state-side, it's hard for me to register the difference from where you were to where you are. This should not be something I struggle with but it is. You're a hero in my book and I should be a little ashamed of rattling on about silly financial problems when you have much larger things YOU could be complaining about, but do not.

DRUNKS: ZZ and I were invited out for a few beers tonight and we accepted. Tess is a middle aged woman that ZZ works with at VI and she was having a little party with her neighbor Paul and some others. Paul has just come back from the deep sea, fresh off a three month fishing adventure and wanted to buy everyone in the world some drinks. By the time we got there around 4 a.m. everyone was pretty well trashed. I can't remember very many of the funny things that were said (it's kinda like remembering dreams after they've faded when you try to remember what a drunk person has laughed about), but we had a very good time and my jaw still hurts from laughter. One thing I do remember, Paul has a parakeet and he told us a little story about the adventure the little green bird had before we showed up. "I haddn't seen him in three months so when Will brought him over I took him out of his cage. He flew right off my finger straight into the wall, fell on my boot, walked around a little, dazed, got up and flew straight into the toilet! I think he was trying to commit suicide!" One very strange moment came when Dave, Tess' neanderthal boyfriend, and I were talking about ZZ's birthday next Tuesday. I was talking about plans but I couldn't really think of anything super fun to do on our extremely limited budget. Dave said, all serious-like, "There are no ideas here." An interesting side note to to the evening, the house were in, a four-plex, were once WWII baracks for nurses. Also, Tess took an old lamp out of the basement and gave it to ZZ and I for her birthday. It's a 5 foot tall lamp and the base is all cork-board. I've never seen anything like it before and Tess, the drunkest of all of them, said, "You can have anything you want out of there! It's all free. Some woman died. If, if if if if I can find a KEY! I'll take you down to the attic and you can see it."

Peace and Love,
Mungo

A Christmas Story...

You'll shoot your eye out!! ok... flashbacks over.

ST, You friggin ROCK. Dude that had to be priceless to see those synical fuckers in the SB who think they are all high and mighty. What is awesome about it is that some probably realized that they could have done the same thing but didn't have the courage to just do it. Friggin Haiku writing mother fuckers.

Mungo, I have felt your pain before my Brother. Except it was the ex that put me in a bind because she didn't know how to balance a friggin checkbook and thought if she had checks it meant there was money in the account. I look back at those days and laugh my ass off wondering how the hell I got through that shit and managed to keep some sanity.

X-mas is shortly arriving and when it does it means that I only have a little over a month left here.

Suzie sent me something that I thought was kinda cool, so I am going to post it in the blog...

The Sands of Christmas
by Michael Marks
© December 2003
I had no Christmas spirit when I breathed a weary sigh,
and looked across the table where the bills were piled too high.
The laundry wasn't finished and the car I had to fix,
My stocks were down another point, the Dolphins lost by six.
And so with only minutes till my son got home from school
I gave up on the drudgery and grabbed a wooden stool.
The burdens that I carried were about all I could take,
and so I flipped the TV on to catch a little break.
I came upon a desert scene in shades of tan and rust,
No snowflakes hung upon the wind, just clouds of swirling dust.
And where the reindeer should have stood before a laden sleigh,
eight hummers ran a column right behind an M1A.
A group of boys walked past the tank, not one was past his teens,
Their eyes were hard as polished flint, their faces drawn and lean.
They walked the street in armor with their rifles shouldered tight,
their dearest wish for Christmas, just to have a silent night.
Other soldiers gathered, hunkered down against the wind,
To share a scrap of mail and dreams of going home again.
There wasn't much at all to put their lonely hearts at ease,
They had no Christmas turkey, just a pack of MREs.
They didn't have a garland or a stocking I could see,
They didn't need an ornament-- they lacked a Christmas Tree.
They didn't have a present even though it was tradition,
the only boxes I could see were labled "ammunition".
I felt a little tug and found my son now by my side,
He asked me what it was I feared, and why it was I cried.
I swept him up into my arms and held him oh so near
and kissed him on the forehead as I whispered in his ear.
There's nothing wrong my little son, for safe we sleep tonight,
our heroes stand on foreign land to give us all the right,
to worry on the things in life that mean nothing at all,
instead of wondering if we will be the next to fall.
He looked at me as children do and said its always right,
to thank the ones who help us and perhaps that we should write.
And so we pushed aside the bills and sat to draft a note,
to thank the many far from home, and this is what we wrote,
God bless you all and keep you safe, and speed your way back home.
Remember that we love you so, and that you're not alone.
The gift you give you share with all, a present every day,
You give the gift of liberty and that we can't repay.

Later DAWGS!!!

Eddie

True Meaning of Christmas

Beck, Ash and I were at the local Taco Bell getting some grub last night. Beck pointed out this homeless guy just sitting with a soda in the corner. He was sitting there stinking up the joint and just minding his own business. Beck mentioned that she had seen him wandering around the drug store around the corner last week. Man, I felt bad walking out of there feeling like I was about to explode.

Beck and I decided to ask him if he was hungry. His eyes lit up like a little kid on Christmas morning. I think he is hard of hearing but he managed to let me know that he wanted 5 bean burritos and an enchurito. I ordered a burrito supreme and 4 beans burritos with his enchurito. I think I made this guys week for only $8. He tried to give me a dollar that he had...I wouldn't have any of that! He made my Christmas season. I left there worrying about where this guy was going to sleep since it has been very cold, 27 degrees at night here. Hey, this is Vegas and he only had a light coat on. I kinda wished that I would have given him the coat off my back but I didn't.

Well, this morning Beck and I went to the local Starschmucks for a bite. Beck pointed out the same guy sitting in a corner sipping a cup of coffee. You could see people looking at him on the sly. After Beck and I finsihed our over priced muffins we decided to walk over to Mickey D's next door and get a gift card for him. I got a card and headed back over to "bucks". As I walked up to this less fortunate person he looked at me with that "do I know you look". "Hello. Do you remember me from last night?" His eyes lit up again and he nodded vigorously. "I didn't get your name last night. What's your name?" He stated his name was David. "Well, David, I just wanted to give you this for Christmas." I pulled out the gift card and handed it to him.

David just looked and me and said thank you the best he could. He was trying hard not to cry. I wished him and Merry Christmas and turned around and faced a packed Starbucks just staring at me like I was nuts. I walked out with my head held high and feeling like I had really made a difference in someone's life. At least David could have a hot meal a day for the a week or so. The look on everyone's face in the place was a great bonus.

I am not sharing this story to make myself look good or to try and be someone that I am not. Seeing that poor guy during the Christmas season made me realize what I what I have and how lucky I have been in my life. I guess the point is that even if we don't feel like things are going well for us at the moment we still need to remember that we are lucky to have what we do.

David doesn't have loved ones to share this season with or eat dinner with. The three of us...no...the FOUR of us all have people to share Christmas with.

007...I may not like what you have done but you are still in my heart. If you want in the blog again then let me know.

Take it easy guys and MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Mike

Round House Cafe

Hello friends,

ZZ and I went on a trip north to Wasilla for a Sobe Run (remember them?) and when we arrived we found that we had grown hungry. Not having an appetite for slimey fillin' station hot dogs, we asked around for any all night diners. One existed in Palmer and our directions were this exactly: "Go out the road until you come to the flashing light. Turn left, it's next after the saloon."

We found the place inside the Valley Hotel, it was called The Round House Cafe. I ate Eggs Bennidict and ZZ ate Corn Fritters. Wonderful food at 4:30 a.m.

Bad news arrived by mail yesterday and today. Turns out GMAC cashed two checks I had sent for my car loan and we had not noticed that last month's check had not yet been cashed. So we went on throwing money away like it was dog shit and we've wound up $500 in the hole and the month's already half gone, bills due in two weeks. I'm sure we'll find a way, we always have, but life is gonna suck for a while. Luckily, in less than a month I should be working full time and we'll have plenty of money then and can start paying people back the money that has been lent to us over the last few months. I feel ashamed, brothers, that I've allowed ZZ and I to fall into this hole. Did I tell you that I've applied for fifty jobs (no exaggeration) and was only hired for one? I turned it down though, it was that door to door peddling job. Anyway, Christmas spirit is running low again.

As for that military bashing guy (James) I saw him again today. I was helping a friend clean out a 55 gallon fish tank so he could take it away. (The fish went to another home, funny stories about those fish, too.) Everything went just fine today and we were able to ignore our differences while we watched snowboarders jump off buildings in the alley we were standing in.

So the reason I have not been posting is not that I took the low road and landed myself in jail for fighting, but because my computer has been crapping out on me before I can finish. This is my second time typing all of this tonight and I'm feeling frightened that I won't be able to finish. So, without further ado,

Peace and Love,
Mungo

PS... What is Ips Nac Nit?

PPS... oh... Tin Can Spi reversed. Duh.

PPPS... I am learning this song to play for ZZ on her birthday: "At the Bottom of Everything" by Bright Eyes. She loves this song and at the beginning the singer has a long into about a plane crash and a woman on board asks her neighbor as they're crashing, "Where are we going?" and he says to her, "We're going to a party. It's a birthday party. It's your birthday party. Happy birthday darling, we love you very very very very very very very much." I'm going to rewrite all the other words to the song so that they are a story about the last ten months ZZ and I have spent together. Fun, huh? Check out the song somewhere if you can! Oh, I'm also learning "Road to Joy" by Bright Eyes to play directly after the other song and that will continue the tale, however, it is MUCH harder to play. (At Amazon, click on listen, they are the first and last tracks on "I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning."

FAVORITE LYRIC: "I read the body count out of the paper, and now it's written all over my face, no one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter, sometimes that just the most comfortable place!"

Tell it

Mungo, you tell it brother. I am not sure how I would have handled the situation. On one hand I would like to take Eddie's approach and just bash the bastard's head in. On the other hand, though, it would be playing in to his stereotype to do that.

Delima. Kick his ass or take the high road. I honestly can't say that either road is a bad one. Okay, the high road is more noble but the low road is hella more fun.

Do you think you took the high road because you were at a "party"? Do you think that you would have just hauled off and hit the fucker if the place was different? I'm just curious.

Well, I am glad that you set him straight and I am sure that he won't say shit around you anymore. If he does then maybe the low road is the next option.

Keep us posted.

ST

PS. I hope the reason you aren't posting isn't because you took the low road and are now sitting in jail or some shit like that!!!! <-- that's funny right there!

Is the Bad Dream done yet...

ST I am glad that everyone got home without being too much of any incident. That sucks that Ashlee was sick the whole time.

Mungo, Brotha, I think I would have just beat the crap outta that dude right there. Godd to hear you shut him up. I need to meet this guy if we end up going up to AK. Let him say those things to my face. I am a little less reserved than you are. OK, so a lot less reserved.

It is my day off right now and I am just kinda hanging out in our "internet cafe" yet there is no Cafe in here and we can't bring drinks when we are on the computers. Whatever. I am fixin to go to the big rec tent and do whatever. Probably shoot pool or something.

Nothing real exciting going on here that I can put on a blog, but hey, what else is new...

So does anyone know how Bubbles is doing. I realize that he is an idiot. Maybe he tried to call you to find out why he could not get on the blog. Then again, maybe he didn't. That shit still pisses me off. Fuggit.

Later all!

Eddie

close call....

Funny that we decided to come home last night instead of this morning like we had planned. Beck now has the flu. Man, it is like her body was just waiting to get home to be sick. Well, I guess it's better to get it here and not on vacation.

I am hoping that I don't get it. I am the only one that has had the flu shot so maybe I will dodge this bullet. Then again, I may the a sick bastard in the next few days. Time will tell.

ST out.

7 wonderful days....sort of

Sat: Got on the road at 0515 hrs and headed for San Diego. Got to the San Diego Zoo 5 hours later and proceeded to enjoy the day. The zoo wasn't as wonderful as we had hoped but we had fun anyway.

Sun: Headed out to Sea World (free for military and family). Sea World was a freaking blast and we spent the day watching all the shows and looking at all the animals. Ashlee and I were able to pet a dolphin and feed dead fish to some sea lions. All in all it was well worth the admission price of FREE. We also got to see the Clydesdale horses used in all the Bud commercials which was really cool (not really sea related). Do you remember the commercial where the donkey wanted to be a clydesdale horse and pull with the team? Well, he was there just chilling and eating some grass. Funny to see the little ass just hanging out....hee hee.

Sun night: Beck and I awake to Ashlee puking all over her bed. She proceeded to wake up every 20 minutes for the rest of the night to puke. This went on all night. Beck was about to throw us all in the car and come home to Vegas. She was sure that she was next on the list to get it.

Mon: Wake up from the little sleep that we managed to get. Decided to push on to Disneyland (90 miles north). Ashlee slept the whole way and I am sure that helped her tons. By the time we got there she was feeling fine (for just having been up all night yaking). Spent half the day at Disney enjoying ourselves.

Tue - Fri: Spent all these days at Disneyland/California Adventure. All was well and no one got sick. Well, actually, Ashlee had a cold and proceeded to get a stomach bug that didn't make her feel bad at all...just crap a lot.


Over all it was a good trip. We felt really bad for Ashlee with all the sickness she endured. She was a little trooper and had fun the whole time. Yeah for Ash!!!

I will update the web site with pictures in the coming days and weeks. Hey, don't get all pissy and call me lazy! I have to go through about 4oo pictures!!! JOY!

Talk to you guys later!

Two Weeks Out

ST and Eddie (STEDDIE, STEADY),

GCI sucks the big ones! My internet has been down since the day after Thanksgiving and tonight is my first time on the Blog.

ST: What a crazy set of Thanksgiving adventures! I'm happy/thankful/relieved/surprised that nobody was hurt. I'm also jealous that you get to travel around so much.

EDDIE: How do you go from "I think I'll do the Christmas Spirit thing this year" to "Fuck it, being a scrooge is mo-betta!" ?? Send me a Christmas card, I love them! Send me your address on my e-mail and I'll send you one too. Maybe even some Moose-Poop Christmas Tree orniments. But as I recall, there are not very many Douglas Furs in your neck of the woods.

That guy, Roxann's roommate that hates the military, James, went another step further into the asshole cave. The Leroy's group was at Reily's (the bar on Fireweed that used to be called Chechako's) for Jamie's going away/birthday party. She's a cabbie friend who's 38 and moving to Hawaii. James was there with Roxann and I was the last to show up (had to drop ZZ at Leroy's) and I sat at a table with everyone. I was half way through my 2nd rum-n-coke and told everyone that the rum was already in my head, surprised and pleased at what a light-weight I have become. Roxann joked and said, "You were in the military for HOW LONG and you still can't hold your booze?" I replied laughing, "Six years!" Then James, who had no idea I was/am in the military asked, "You were in the military?" I said, "Six years!" He asked, "Which branch?" I said, "The Air Force." He said, "Oh, so, you took the pussy way out."

Now, I'm sure that's got everyone just about as pissed off as I was. But I was at a birthday party for someone I'd likely never see again and I didn't want to start anything, so with great difficulty, I let it go. James, however, didn't. He seemed a little disappointed that so harsh a statement seemed to float so easily past me so he pushed a little harder. "Ya, unless you're a pilot you don't ever see shit in the Air Force. Or special forces, even then, Air Force special forces are basically like the whimpiest Army guys anyway, so not really even then." This time I said nothing because flashbacks were too quickly and hotly flooding my brain for me to respond. He went on, "I'm not saying you're a pussy, but people only join the Air Force if they're pussies and too affraid to see any action." At this point my friend Gordon, who had been eyeing me nervously, tried to calm the waters by saying, "Actually, James, I think the Air Force does go out... a lot too." James took a sip of his drink and laughed at him saying, "What would you know about it?"

I got my wits about me, considered my words carefully and then exploded, "What does HE know about it? James, what would YOU know about it? Have you ever been in the military? Have you ever known anyone personally who has deployed? NO! Because if you had there is no way in hell you'd talk like this! YOU are the PUSSY for talking SHIT about people you have no guts to stand beside. As for me, I've been there. I spent a good several months doing things I'd rather not share with everyone. I've had friends deploy. Right now, one of my best friends, who happens to be one of the fiercest patriots I have ever known, is in the desert, and it's not his first time there. I wonder what he'd say if you told HIM that the only reason he joined the Air Force is because he was some great big pussy who didn't want to go to war. You don't know James. You don't know shit about the military, the War in Iraq, the people fighting in it, or the people around you. Keep your mouth shut because I don't want to have to shut it for you!"

(Okay, I didn't actually say the last sentance, but I would have if I had thought about it.) Anyway, that pretty much silenced James for the rest of the night, and surprisingly, I hadn't spoiled the mood of the party, probably because everyone was feeling pretty toasty in the corner of a small bar with their favorite drinks in front of them.

In other news, I went to the gym today. First time working out in months... we'll see if I can keep it up.

ZZ and I went to see "The Chronicals of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe" on opening night. (Sheesh, what a long title! Eleven words and three punctuation marks!) It was very good, we thought. It got me reading the books and I'm already on the 4th one. It's 5:24 Saturday morning and the movie opened on Friday, we saw it Thursday night; midnight.

What else? Um... Double O called the house today. We weren't home and he didn't leave a message, just the hang up noise and a blurb on the caller ID. Dunno.

Oh, holy moly! Last week it was fricken' 5 degrees and the week before that it snowed every-single-day. Yesterday it was 52 degrees. Tonight's low is 37 degrees. We're in the middle of break-up, but it's only December! Everything has got real shitty.

BOOK WRITING UPDATE: I have now written over 400 pages in "Highway 9" and I'm still chargin' strong! It's coming along quite nicely.

ROOT CANAL UPDATE: I will have work done on molar #13 on 04JAN06. My insurance though United Concordia goes into effect 01JAN06.

I interviewed for a job last week and was hired but I turned it down. Firstly, it was the longest fucking interview anyone in the world has even endured. 11 hours, over two days! I didn't want to pedal coloring books and other random merchandise door to door through all the buisnesses in Anchorage anyway. Also, I was passed over for the Pooper Scooper job I applied for. Oh well. No word yet on who has been hired for the three Active Guard jobs at the ACS yet. I'm on pins and needles. I never applied for college enrollment, but this must be what it feels like when you're waiting for a letter from the Dean of Admisistrations of Harvard or something.

Toasty Warm in Balmy AlAskA,
Mungo

S.P.-Eddie,my edjamacation were frist rate Iowan and my spelink is jist fien .

Fine then

I see how you is. Go to Dinny Land and see how I feel sitting over here. Punk!

I got the box. I ruined the X-Mas suprise and opened it. It had lots of cool stuff in it. I put the cars together and raced them. Chevy Wins!!

Not a whole lot else going on other than the usual. Just glad that I am past the (supposedly) half way point!

I have the intentions of sending out X-Mas cards but that will probably not happen. I bought them already. I realized after I had bought them I did not have any addresses except for ST's.

Screw it, No one gets a card.

Later my Brethren

Screw you guys.....

I'm going to Disneyland!...and Sea World....and San Diego Zoo. So there.

We are taking off Sat and won't be back until next Sat. I will check the blog on and off since we will have internet in our rooms. Maybe someone will blog in the next 5 years.

Later guys...

ST