Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Dramatic
Ok, i just got done writing like a 600 word post, but managed to delete, i tend to get a little carried away. But lets simplify it. Why do some people have to be so damn dramatic??? Is it necassary to post the same thing everyday, that you arent feeling well (i am sounding like a donkey) that you havent felt well in forever because you have been working doubles earning all that extra money. That you are just the worlds hardest worker and the most broken. That you just dont have normal conversation without informing the other person that you might have this wrong with you, that it is because you have been stressed from working so hard. If you dont need the extra money, stop complaining, it is your choice, why waste what little time you actually spend with friends complaing about your horrible life. Live in today, plan for tomorrow, enjoy your life now, life is a whinding road that you could easily stray from and get lost. ok now that i have that off my chest.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
The Navy Wife
THE NAVY WIFE
The Lord was creating a model for military wives and was into His sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared. The angel said, "Lord, you seem to be having a lot of trouble with this one, what's wrong with the standard model? The Lord replied, "Have you seen the specs on this order? This isn't a regular military wife I have been tasked to make. This order is for a Navy wife. She is going to have to be some kind of phenomenal creation."
"She has to be completely independent... possess the qualities of both father and mother... be a perfect hostess to four or forty four at a moments notice. Run on black coffee... handle every emergency imaginable without a manual. Be able to carry on cheerfully whether pregnant or down with the flu... and be willing to move to a new location ten times in a twenty year career... and, she must have six pair of hands."
The angel shook her head and exclaimed, "Six pair of hands? Impossible."
The Lord continued, by saying, "Don't worry! I will give her an unusually large heart... that can swell with pride brought through her husband's achievements, capable of saying "I understand" when it really doesn't, and "I love you" in the bleakest of circumstances. It has to be an unusually strong heart also, to sustain the pain of separations and to beat soundly when it is overworked and tired."
"Lord," said the angel, touching His arm gently, "Go to bed and get some rest, you can finish this project another day."
"I can't stop now," said the Lord. "I am so close to the finished product. Already this model heals herself when she is sick, can play gracious hostess to as many as six unexpected weekend guests, and wave good-bye to her husband from the pier, airport or depot, without totally understanding why it is that he must go."
The angel circled the model of the Navy Wife, looked at her closely and sighed, "It looks fine, but it's too soft."
"She might look soft," replied the Lord, "but she has the strength of a lion. You would not believe what she can endure." Finally the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the Lord's creation and announced, "There's a leak. Something is wrong with this model. It is not surprising that it has cracked. You are trying to put too much into this."
The Lord appeared offended at the angel's lack of confidence. "What you see is not a leak... it's called a tear."
"A tear? What is it there for?" asked the angel.
The Lord replied, "It's for joy, sadness, pain, disappointment, loneliness, pride and dedication to all the values that she and her husband hold dear."
"You are a genius!" exclaimed the angel.
The Lord looked puzzled and replied, "I didn't put that tear there."
The Lord was creating a model for military wives and was into His sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared. The angel said, "Lord, you seem to be having a lot of trouble with this one, what's wrong with the standard model? The Lord replied, "Have you seen the specs on this order? This isn't a regular military wife I have been tasked to make. This order is for a Navy wife. She is going to have to be some kind of phenomenal creation."
"She has to be completely independent... possess the qualities of both father and mother... be a perfect hostess to four or forty four at a moments notice. Run on black coffee... handle every emergency imaginable without a manual. Be able to carry on cheerfully whether pregnant or down with the flu... and be willing to move to a new location ten times in a twenty year career... and, she must have six pair of hands."
The angel shook her head and exclaimed, "Six pair of hands? Impossible."
The Lord continued, by saying, "Don't worry! I will give her an unusually large heart... that can swell with pride brought through her husband's achievements, capable of saying "I understand" when it really doesn't, and "I love you" in the bleakest of circumstances. It has to be an unusually strong heart also, to sustain the pain of separations and to beat soundly when it is overworked and tired."
"Lord," said the angel, touching His arm gently, "Go to bed and get some rest, you can finish this project another day."
"I can't stop now," said the Lord. "I am so close to the finished product. Already this model heals herself when she is sick, can play gracious hostess to as many as six unexpected weekend guests, and wave good-bye to her husband from the pier, airport or depot, without totally understanding why it is that he must go."
The angel circled the model of the Navy Wife, looked at her closely and sighed, "It looks fine, but it's too soft."
"She might look soft," replied the Lord, "but she has the strength of a lion. You would not believe what she can endure." Finally the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the Lord's creation and announced, "There's a leak. Something is wrong with this model. It is not surprising that it has cracked. You are trying to put too much into this."
The Lord appeared offended at the angel's lack of confidence. "What you see is not a leak... it's called a tear."
"A tear? What is it there for?" asked the angel.
The Lord replied, "It's for joy, sadness, pain, disappointment, loneliness, pride and dedication to all the values that she and her husband hold dear."
"You are a genius!" exclaimed the angel.
The Lord looked puzzled and replied, "I didn't put that tear there."
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Liberty Port Dubai
Well we just got back from a 2 week underway, we had a liberty port in Dubai for a few days, pretty cool, alot of interesting things, hung out at there mall, took a tour that took us way out there. We had a good time. This underway was going good up til the last few days, where we were riddled with casualties, ended up pulling back into bahrain with only one shaft/prop working. But once again, Crew Leader pulled through and we managed to finsh our tasking, our ops went successfull.
I know, i couldnt sit any gayer could i?^^^^^^^
Its a long way down!!^^^^^^^^^^^^
Uhh, eeek, i dont think so, i think i will stick with shorts, dresses just arent for me.^^^^^
I know, i couldnt sit any gayer could i?^^^^^^^
Its a long way down!!^^^^^^^^^^^^
Uhh, eeek, i dont think so, i think i will stick with shorts, dresses just arent for me.^^^^^
During the tour i we stopped at a little store where they practically threw there traditional clothes on us. I looked rediculous. But the tour was pretty cool. Got to go swimming in a little oasis. Jump off the cliff into the water. I enjoyed myself, Looking forward to going back to dubai again. I have several hundred pics that i took from this underway. I unfortunately cant show them all of course. We are still working hard, we managed to get alot of painting done, our ship is looking awesome.
During my last night on watch managaed to see an oil rig that was spitting out fire, it was so big and bright that we could see the flame on the horizon. Lookout has its perks sometimes. All in all, this underway was ggod, other than the fact i have missed littlemans 3rd birthday, the 2nd one in a row i have missed.
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