A moment's only temporary. Let too many go, and you will be history too. - The Juliana Theory, Something Isn't Right Here

I'm always for seizing the moment. I do it almost too much. I learned a rough lesson when I was going through the breakup with my high school boyfriend. Numerous times I would throw myself at him. Profess my love for him. (ok, don't laugh at this next one....well, okay, laugh) Write pathetic 17 year old angst poetry for him. Only in every circumstance to end up curled up in the fetal position on my living room floor at 3am with my mom next to me crying out "whyyyyyyyyy?".

You'd think that after all my experience with life and other relationships, that I would learn my lesson. Ha. It was weighing on my mind and I couldn't stop thinking about it so I shared my feelings. I wasn't expecting a response and honestly, no response is better than a horrible one, I think. But, still. I'm mad at myself for stooping to that level. I want someone who wants me just as bad as I want them. I want the guy who can't sleep until he comes to find me and is next to me. If he left me, there was a reason. Why can't I just get it through my thick skull. He's obviously moved on. I want to as well.

I gave up on the search for a guy because DC just really ain't the place for relationships. The people here are just not what I'm looking for like that. I started praying a lot that God would use this time to shape me and grow me the way He would like and that I would be ready for whenever he decides to send me my Prince Charming.

That consoled me for about a week and a half. It's hard. I know to trust God that everything will work out, but my fear is that I've lost trust in man. So, say, God sets both me and my future husband up perfectly and we fall in love, yada yada....who's to say that in 10 years, my husband just won't get sick of me and want to move on. God can only do so much, but we all have free will. I trust my own feelings. I don't say "I love you" unless I really mean it. I mean, I would take a bullet for you, want to spend forever with you no matter how horrible your little quirks are, and work through the hard time "I love you". But, my experience is that the guys that have said that did not really mean it. I really thought the last one did, but nope. So, how do you know for sure that they mean it? Do I actually have to stage a robbery and see if the guy will jump and catch the bullet for me? Hm...that's an idea.

Anyway, my roommate and I have been talking about mistakes we've made with guys where we just look like the ridiculous girl while the guy can sit back with the power (we gave him) and laugh. We both have talked about how we should have learned from the past and yet we make the same mistakes.

I guess I should look at it as another growing lesson. This time, thankfully, I did not end up on the fetal position crying "why" in the middle of the night. Instead, I sat on the couch with my roommate and drank some wine and talking about what I wouldn't do next time. Right. I'm sure I'll do it again and again. In the end, that makes me, me. I'm blunt honest. I put my feelings out there. I'm not afraid to be stupid in love. One day I will find the guy that matches that.



On a side note...it's 9 degrees (wind chill) outside and I'm filling out deployment paperwork for Kuwait. I'm the primary person on the list for my floor for that deployment this summer. It's supposed to leave in July, I believe, so I'd get 2 weeks leave in June to go home and get everything in order. I'm already thinking about a weekend camping trip to go float the river. Dreaming of the Texas summer, flip flops, cut offs, beer, and an inner tube. :) Of course, when I'm doing that, I'll probably be dreaming of snow and moutains, beer, and a snowboard. haha.

Grass is always greener.

Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past, you must fight just to keep them alive. - Survivor, Eye Of The Tiger

As I rest my head against the wall of the plane and gaze out on the horizon, I find myself reflecting back on the past few days of leave. I do this every flight back to DC and my life in the navy. Usually, I have a point in my last day in Texas that I have to fight back the tears and this time even let a few get past me while sitting in Red Robin with my parents. I'm not really crying for having to leave or that I don't like my life or job back here in DC. Quite the contrary. I have this strange feeling that I believe only people in the military can understand. I live two lives.

Life back home. I dream of this life. Buying a house. Getting married. Having family and friends close by. This is a life where I can settle. But, I don't want to settle. I feel comfortable here.

The Navy life. Surprising. I don't know where I'll be or who I will meet. I have met various people. I can see differences and similarities. People in the military seem to get along with other people better. We may not agree with some people, but so far I haven't had the drama, and we all understand we have our differences. I feel free here.

It's especially nice to fly into the city and see all the monuments and symbols of independence when we are taxiing in. Even if I decide to get out after my 4 years, this has been the best decision for me. There is no other experience like having to move off, away from home and learn to live on your own. There are def worse places the Navy could have sent me. Well, actually, I don't know about that. The navy bases all happen to be at really fun places. That's one of the reasons why I chose this branch.

Anywho, it's like I live 2 lives. I visit the first one every few months or so. It's nice for a couple days. I catch up with old friends. Find out about a LOT of stuff that I missed while I was gone. Get my mom's cooking. Drive around Arlington late at night and sit in familiar parking lots. Visit Rusty's pool hall (where Jeff is now a regular at) and play on the same tables I played on when I was 18. Laid around my game room and had some good late night talks. And relive my life back at the high school age.

Then, I come back and have to face reality. A job. The military. The uniform. The apartment. The bills.

And yet....along with more responsibility, comes more fun! With no school, my free time is mine. No homework. No answering to parents. No drama. No age limits. No being broke. I have time to chill with the roommate and drink wine. I'm going snowboarding again tomorrow. 5th time this season. :) Got to go to a movie with Tanya. Got to ride the metro and enjoy my ipod.

Damn, it feels good. Just like this blog has seemed very back and forth, that's how I feel when I go on leave. It's this cycle. It's interesting, and I'm just starting to get used to the drill.

Okay, I have to mention the wedding real fast. Courtney and Adam had a wonderful ceremony! I had a great time with Courtney, Shelley, and Erin setting it all up and putting it together. I loved some of the special touches that they did to the wedding. There was dancing! That's the important part, right? haha.

Good times were had by all...

I'm the definition of half man, half drugs. - Puff Daddy, Bad Boy For Life

"Ledger 'died as the result of acute intoxication by the combined effects of oxycodone, hydrocodone, diazepam, temazepam, alprazolam, and doxylamine.' "
~Sad lessons from Heath Ledger's Death By Miriam Falco
Managing Editor, Medical News

This whole article was talking about how Heath Ledger did not have any of these medications in excess. That's scary! It was just the mere combination of these drugs that did it....and then I think about it. I can think of at least 3 people on my floor at the hospital that take unGODLY amounts of pain killers, sleeping aids, anti-anxiety medications for random chronic pain. It's scary. So many of these people end up being psych evaluated because doctors can't figure out what exactly is causing the pain, but they keep crying and carrying on no matter how many MAJOR painkillers we give them. We're talking about fentanyl patches, dilaudid pca's, with oxycodone and muscle relaxers, valium, etc....and people will still be saying their pain is horrible. It's unbelievable what people will take now for "chronic back pain". You know, my grandfather worked on a farm his whole life and I'm sure had "chronic back pain" and probably just took some motrin for it or a hot shower. I can't believe some of these people would want to live their life totally drugged out and bedridden because they keep taking pain meds. They don't even want to hear the pain management doctors talk about non-narcotic options for pain, like muscle relaxers or anti-depressant meds (which sometimes can be used for pain).

Most of the time, these are also the same patients that are too large to even move on their own and will call you in their room about every hour to 1. move a phone. 2. pull their light cord. 3. help move their leg because it's too big to move on their own. (these three things were all asked of me by one pt who kept ringing his bell....and everyone else was running around, so me, as the charge nurse, had to get up from what I was doing and go do this for him. And he's only in his 50's!) Sometimes the most depressing things coming from hospitals is not the sad stories of unexpected tragedies and accidents, but just humans in general not caring about the bodies God created for them. Our hospitals are just full of patients that do not take care of themselves and cannot do anything on their own. Now, I understand for all our little old ladies who are weak and will fall a lot. In fact, those are the ones who SHOULD be calling for help, but guess what?? They keep wanting to run around and keep moving. Ha.

I seriously could go on and on about this topic....but I must make myself stop.

In other news. I went snowboarding with a few nursing friends yesterday. Whitetail resort had free lift tickets for military, so the whole day on the mountain was free for us that own our board. :) It was so awesome. I also met a new friend who works in the NICU. She's been riding since she was 15, so we all got mini lessons from her. I went and tried to carve down one of the intermediate trails. TRIED. I did o...k...the first time. I had never had such a rush in my life. I was going fast and bouncing off little mounds of snow. I can't wait to get better and better. That's what's awesome about snowboarding. It's so hard, but each time you see yourself improve. It's a great feeling. Well, later in the day, I went again and did horrible. I kept falling and when I got to the end, I wanted to do it again because I was so mad. I did even worse. Bah. She said it looked like I was just tired, because I wasn't quite as good with my footwork. I was tired, but still. I got some air all right. Several times, I just went airborn and face planted into some icy snow and slid for about 15 feet. Snow flew up everywhere and I just laid there with a headache thinking about the helmet I should probably invest in. Ah. I'm quite sore, but excited to get back to the slopes again soon. Only one more trip on my advantage card and I get a free lift ticket. Shoot yeah! And, now we have another friend to ride with! We had joked about starting a club at the hospital. I'm so glad I got into riding. I can't wait someday to try out surfing too. Hopefully, it will seem like a piece of cake compared to this.

I've talked enough. I'm going to go back to watching the rockville pike drama unfold 16 stories below me. Something is going on at the white flint mall a block from me. I can see emergency vehicles, helicopters overhead, etc....maybe I should grab my binoculars.

God, it's so painful when something that's so close is still so far out of reach. - Tom Petty, American Girl

To understand why I'm so down about the Patriots losing last night, you have to look deep inside to my Red Raider blood.

I sat there on the edge of the couch watching the Patriots' QB get sacked and sacked....and I knew, if Tom could just get it to my fellow Texas Tech Alumn, Wes Welker, that all justice would be restored. I was right. After a slump in the game, Tom was able to get the ball to my man, Wes, and get some momentum back in the game and end up with a touchdown. If only it had been enough. It always comes down to that field goal you didn't go for. Just like at Texas Tech when I'd watch them play and Leach would tell them to go for it. They were always crazy like that. Then, if we lost by a few points, it was easy to say "if only we had gone for the field goal". The same happened last night. Maybe it's a Tech curse. haha. Well. To remember better days, I wanted to play a TTU video of Welker. I was at this game.

Welker was one who couldn't be caught

Boston Globe

GLENDALE, Ariz. - There was a red welt on his forehead and knuckles on his left hand were bleeding. But for the real pain, you had to peer deep inside Wes Welker, and last night, in the heartbreaking moments following Super Bowl XLII, that was an impossible task.

"I don't know if it's set in yet," said the Patriots wide receiver, a blank stare on his face in the aftermath of New York's stunning 17-14 win. He paused, searched for words, but could only produce something his coach would have said.

"It is what it is. There's nothing you can do."

For 18 games, the Patriots had been able to do plenty, their vaunted offensive explosiveness at the heart of what was expected to be the most historic season in NFL history. But inside the dome in the desert, the Patriots could do very little on offense and Welker was asked why.

"You have to give it up to New York," he said. "They out-executed us."

No one had out-caught Welker. That was one of the few bright spots in a dismal night for New England, because Welker's 11 catches tied him with Dan Ross, Jerry Rice, and former Patriot Deion Branch for the most in a Super Bowl. But the mere mention of that record-tying effort was of little solace to the fourth-year player.

"No, I didn't," is all Welker said when asked if knew he had seized a piece of a Super Bowl record. He didn't care. He wasn't in the mood to search for answers, either.

"We should have moved the ball a lot more effectively than we did. We didn't do that all game and we should have."

On a night when quarterback Tom Brady was under siege, he needed to throw a security blanket over his team, and in Welker he found an outlet. Having been held to just two catches in the first half, Welker came alive in the second half and Brady was happy to go to him time and time again.

Welker had a 15-yard reception on the first play of the second half, snared a 7-yarder minutes later, and while that drive stalled, it seemingly established that he was - as he has been all season - the go-to guy for Brady. By now, it was apparent that New England wasn't going to be able to slow the Giants' pass rush, which meant a heralded aspect of the team's offense was gone.

"They've got some good pass rushers, some guys that break on the ball well, and they do some good things out there," said Welker. "It makes it tough to get those throws downfield. They did a great job with their pass rush."


I'm a new england fan, but mostly because of this little guy. I never was really into pro football, but now my love for college football and my alma mater has moved over to the big boy league. It takes me back to those cool west Texas nights and bright lights. I remember the scoreboard reading "wes welker can't be stopped" following one of our big wins. I remember waiting outside the gates for HOURS on big game days hoping to run in and get good seats. I remember jingling keys when we were trying to tell the other team to start packing up and heading out because their game was ovaaaa. I felt the heartbreak when we lost a game we shouldn't have, and I felt the pride and complete excitement when we made the winning play. I feel like my college years of watching great players like Wes will now keep going as I'm watching pro. I get the same giddy feelings like I'm right back in the red t-shirt holding my guns up. (I actually caught myself do a guns up when welker caught the ball and made a big play last night).

Sure, new england lost last night. But, I was watching for my fellow Red Raider, and he had an amazing game. It's too bad he couldn't really celebrate it, but it was all I really asked for. I was proud and I hope once the heartbreak wears off, he can be too.

Stop rolling down hill like a snow ball headed for hell. - Merle Haggard, Are The Good Times Really Over For Good

Two things I love watching....snowboarders and subarus! I can't wait to try and get to Japan and see them both a lot! I found out that some places in Japan, they have snow until June!! I never imagined I could ever go snowboarding on my birthday in may. It was always a swim party. haha. Plus, I could go to Nagano. Apparently, they have some amazing places to go around there.

I'm starting to get a lot of friends at the hospital now. A bunch of new nurses came in a few months ago, and they rock! It just kinda sucks, because I know i'll probably be leaving late this year. Right now, I'm penciled in as the primary for the Kuwait deployment in August, but then, who knows. It changes every day. If I don't go somewhere, then I'll be looking for hotfills in Japan for fall or winter of this year. I don't want to leave DC. I finally have a great place. I have a lot of great friends. I know the city somewhat. I really like it. But, I also know...the sooner I get overseas, then the sooner I can get to grad school either San Diego or Seattle. Then, I'd probably try and come back and get stationed in Corpus Christi.

It's funny, because on one hand I want to hurry up and experience everything really fast. I want to go here, then here, then do this type of nursing, then that! But, on the other hand...I feel like things are so amazing and I've been so blessed that I love to stop and soak up every second because I know my life is going to fly by faster than I can even blink! I hear it a lot from my older patients....they just can't believe how fast live goes. But, most of them have amazing stories, and I hope some day I can be that little old lady who can show a baby ensign nurse to stop and enjoy every blessing you are given.

There's one part of me that I don't think has quite healed yet...but I've gotten used to having that slight aching in the background all the time. I try to just push it away again and look around at what all I have. Some day, maybe the aching won't even come back at all.

Now that that don't kill me, can only make me stronger ~Stronger by Kanye West

oh man. Anyone remember the video I posted from my very first day snowboarding last January??? It was on my old blog and old computer, so I can't find it, but I'll find it soon. Anywho...I couldn't stay standing at ALL in the short clip. here's one this year. i'm not doing anything crazy at this point, but at least I'm not falling and I'm learning how to turn and switch sides easily. yay! Being able to go during the week is a blessing. It's less crowded and you get a lot more practice time in. I'm having a blast getting to know a few of my coworkers better too! My cheeks hurt bad....from laughing all day.

Things have been going so well lately. Lots of time off. New apartment. Snowboarding. This was #3 for this season so far. New nurses more my age and single hanging around the hospital...including a bunch of new male nurses. Also, I think I found a church I'm going to be able to get really involved in. Been volunteering at the cystic fibrosis foundation.

Life is good. God is good. I'm so blessed. I thank Him every day. This is just the best time of my life. Everyone says college is. In some ways yes...but, I really hated being broke! And, I hated homework and papers. BLEH. I say THIS is the best time of my life. I'm really getting a lot of out of it.

Hey dude, don't lean on me man. cause I'm losing my direction. ~Hey Dude

Okay, after my previous post, I saw another commercial I had to post....and then....I found out there was a football one toooo. I LOVE THEM!

In the snow of far-off northern lands And in sunny tropic scenes,You will find us always on the job - Marine Corps Hymn

This commercial gave me chills. I love it.

Other news: Currently watching the Patriots!!! Cheering on #83 our own Texas Tech Alumn, Wes Welker! In 2004, Wes became the first player in NFL history to return a punt, return a kick, kick a field goal, kick an extra point and kick off in the same game. He accomplished the feat against the Patriots. (Before he played for them)

More news: Went snowboarding yesterday with tanya and Phil. I'm sooo excited! I'm finally passionate about it. I'm getting to the point where I'm making it down trails without falling. I'm getting so psyched! I'm going again Thursday with some girls from work.

More news: I went to church today. First time really since before college. Besides when I'm home with my parents. It seems like a nice place, but I'll have to go to their earlier, more contemporary service. There was a couple I started talking to behind me and they got my phone number and want to invite me to dinner sometime.

Okay, gotta get back to watching the game!

Uno, dos, tres... catorce ~Vertigo by U2

Lights go down it’s dark
The jungle is your head - can’t rule your heart
A feeling is so much stronger than
A thought
Your eyes are wide
And though your soul it can’t be bought
Your mind can wonder

Hello, hello... (Hola)
I'm at a place called Vertigo (dónde estás?)
It’s everything I wish I didn’t know
Except you give me something...
I can feel, feel

The night is full of holes
As bullets rip the sky of ink with gold
They twinkle as the boys play rock and roll
They know that they can’t dance - at least they know

I can’t stand the beats
I’m asking for the cheque
The girl with crimson nails
Has Jesus 'round her neck
Swinging to the music Whoooaaa
Swinging to the music Whoooaaa
Whoooaaa
Whoooaaa
Whoooaaa

Hello, hello... (Hola)
I'm at a place called Vertigo (dónde estás?)
It’s everything I wish I didn’t know
But you give me something...
I can feel, feel

Check mated...
Hours of fun...
Jumping in... yeah

All of this... all of this can be yours
All of this... all of this can be yours
All of this... all of this can be yours
Just give me what I want and no one gets hurt

Hello, hello... (Hola)
I'm at a place called Vertigo (dónde estás?)
Lights go down and all I know
That you give me something...
I can feel your love teaching me how
Your love is teaching me how to kneel, kneel
~Vertigo by U2

I swear. I think U2 must have written that song after experiencing a night like tonight. It has been wicked weird. It all starts with a congested nose. I've had one for about 3 weeks. It's been a pain because I can't breathe when I'm sleeping. Anywho, no sinus pain. No headache. No pressure. No sore throat. My nose isn't really even runny. Whatever....so, tonight at work I noticed I wasn't walking straight down the hall. I kept falling toward the right. I would get dizzy a bit and just felt off balance. Well, I would have had the night float doc look at my ear and tell me what he thought, but we don't have otoscopes on our floor. Silly, I know...but you have to go to the ER. SOOO, off I went to make sure I didn't have an ear infection. This was around 9:30 pm. They check me out and draw some labs and start a bolus of an iv. When they took my ekg and orthostatics, I got really dizzy when I laid down. Well, I had positive orthostatics and they found a ton of protein in my urine. That I will have to get checked out later. They decided to do another bolus and then send more urine tests. Done and done and then they concluded that I had an inner ear infection, but it was viral, so they can't do anything to fix it. They did give me valium for the vertigo I was experiencing. hehe. With the valium I couldn't go back to work, but I couldn't drive either.

I got ahold of Brit and she came to pick me up. Thank God for other friends on night shift. She came to get me from work...and at this point the valium was working juusssstt fineeeee. I was in heaven. Brit also brought along jessica's friend who's visiting in town and wasn't tired. We started to go to mcdonald's because I was getting the munchies.

On the way, we saw all these firetrucks. I thought the lights were fun to watch. Brit. Not so much. So, we get to mcdonalds and Jessica calls. "Uh, hey, our building's on fire". Those firetrucks were going to Brit and Jessica's apartment! We go back and pick Jess up and see that indeed there are firetrucks everywhere. We didn't see smoke, but it kinda did smell like something was on fire. So, the four of us giggly girls head to this diner down the road that is 24 hrs. We had a blast drinking milkshakes, giggling, stating some memorable quotes, and kicking back like it was college again. Us, in our sweats and such just hanging out at 2 in the morning at the local diner. I miss that kinda stuff. I'm so thankful for these days. It keeps me feeling young and breaks up the day to day work/sleep cycle.

They also sent me home with a few valium and gave me tomorrow night off too, so I don't have work until Monday! weeee.

I really hope I'm not all dizzy though all weekend. I'll be freaking pissed! I need to go snowboarding Saturday and this will NOT get in my way. I'll be dizzy all the way down the mountain if I have to!

Anywho, sorry it was so long. It was an odd night and I had to talk about it.

Flesh is weak, but love is strong. - Alan Jackson, Devil And Me

So, of course, after the post about how in love I am with Eric Bana, I decided to write about how I truly feel about love these days.

I got to a point where I was frustrated. I had, what I thought, was the man of my life. The one who would never leave and we would have this wonderful life together. That dream was destroyed, and my heart along with it. I knew through the whole thing though that when I made it through the really hard time, I would come out a much stronger person. I did. The year 2007 pushed me to doing many things I never thought I could do. Well, then I went through a period of frustration because I wondered why it was so hard to meet someone special. It's SO very different when you're not in college and just working all the time and have a limited social life. The men I met just weren't my type, weren't looking for the same things out of life, didn't want to do the whole Navy life, or just weren't attracted back to me. A couple weeks ago, I sat on my bed and talked with God.

"Why is this so hard? I'm smart, funny, cute, I have a good job, etc....How come I can't meet my love of my life? Why is it so hard for me to meet someone I'm attracted to and who is attracted to me??"

And then He answered.

"There are too many 'me's' in those questions. It's not your job...it's mine. I have it all under control and you don't need Dr. Phil and match.com to find your perfect match because I already know him. I created him for you. I am shaping his heart and your heart so that when you meet, you will be ready for him. But, you do need to realize that I want to create your romantic love story."

It was right. Every time I went in search of my love, it ended with a crushed spirit and shattered heart. I instantly started looking online for research material to help me in my new quest to let go of my love life and give it over to God. I found a book called "When God Writes Your Love Story". It's been a perfect read. We are created in His image. If we want the sappy love chick flicks....so does God....and better yet....he wants it for us! Since that lonely night of me praying and handing over the key to my heart, I have found so much peace. It's all taken care of. In the mean time, I will work on my own life and heart and enjoy my single life. I'm now getting to go snowboarding and go do things outdoors more. I'm volunteering once a week at the cystic fibrosis foundation. I'm doing more soul searching. It's been great.

It has also helped me finally try and let go of things that happened last year. The relationship ended without a lot of things said, and things said that should not have been said. Questions ran through my head every second of every day until I told God that I was leaving it all at His feet. The pain still will start to come back and all the confusion along with why it all happened will pop into my head, but I instantly try and breathe and let it pass. The future love life that God is preparing me will not leave me feeling this way. I am excited and anxious about that day.

Okay, I know that seemed like a very "churchy" post. I don't normally talk very openly and freely about my spiritual relations...but this was something for some reason I felt like I should share. I'm really not changing anything about myself, but more less, letting go of the stress and burden of searching for my love.

God knows that you're a sexy thang. - Dru Hill, These Are The Times

Eric Bana. Oh man. I started having a thing for him when he was in Black Hawk Down. I saw this trailer when I saw Atonement last night. Late night movies by myself are actually really fun. I treat myself to some popcorn, only have to deal with a few people in the theater, get any seat I want, get to spread out across 3 of them...and then talk under my breath about how H-O-T Eric Bana is....mmmmmm. H'okay, I just kinda had to throw this video up so I could share with everyone his beauty. Plus, it looks like a good movie. And, for the guys, it has two beautiful women in it too. So, there, guys.

Atonement was a really well made movie also. There were some scenes of a few characters going through nursing school back in Europe in the early 1940's. Makes me see that my nursing school wasn't that bad. haha. It was so strict long ago. You had to have a perfectly clean uniform and yet be scrubbing the floors, bedpans, bed frames, cleaning wounds, etc. Sometimes I wish we had uniforms like the old ones. Mostly because of the little hat and cape. :)

In other news, I bought my plane ticket home for Courtney's wedding. There have been so many and I can't go to them all, but she found a way to get me there-put me in it! hehe. The bridesmaid dresses are pretty. Navy blue. I love navy blue dresses. I just have to figure out what to do with my hair.

Back here, I've been keeping very busy. I've been going into dc for dinner with friends, seeing movies, volunteering at the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation, working out, etc. After I came back from leave, I realized I was just working and sitting at home. I don't want to do that. All spare time I have I'm trying to do something to get out. Even if it's just going to starbucks to read and drink coffee. "Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while...you could miss it."

The pain will fade. I'll get back on my feet. ~Joss Stone, Bruised but not Broken

Oh man. So far this weekend has rocked. There is one central theme though...."not too fast". Friday night Brit and I headed into Chinatown to catch dinner at Matchbox. After an hour wait and about an hour and a half in the restaurant, we were stuffed with mini burgers (THE BEST) and were on our way to the movie. We saw Charlie Wilson's War. Such an amazing movie...but at the end you're like....sooooo all that money that they helped raise and all the weapons and training they gave to the Afghans and now they're turning it on us?? WTF? It's slightly angering. Well, very, but I won't get onto that. This is a happy blog. No negativity allowed right now. So, it was a good night in DC and I had amazing matchbox leftovers.

Today, I went snowboarding for the first time this season with Jessica and Lauren. I thought that since I had bought all this gear and snowboard and stuff that it would be magical and I would never fall. HA. Well, I did improve SO much today. I actually did make it down one slope without falling. I just fell forward and my hands fell, but I kept going and never really stopped. I also realized that I snowboard with my tongue in the side of my cheek our out of my mouth like I'm concentrating really hard. Well, I am, but one of these days I fear I will bite it off when I fall. It almost seemed like it was never going to happen though. We didn't really leave until around noonish and then stopped at a few places for breakfast, but they were busy. Ended up at Crackle Barrel. Good breakfast. Then, we got stuck behind a fireman funeral processional that was going very slow. It was so much fun today. Even more than last year. I didn't fall as much. Not quite as hard and became closer to some friends. Sometimes the best part is riding up on the lifts with friends and chatting. Or messing with the 12 year old boys in the seat in front of you. Or watching Jessica not get off the lift right and almost go back around. Sorry, Jess. It was hilarious. I just heard her scream and turned around and they had stopped the lift and she had to kinda hop off a bit of a ways. Here are a couple pictures from the trip. It was also nice to not have to worry about rental stuff. We just show up, do our thing, and leave. Easy.

Airplanes make losers of us all, give us distance much too easily. - Blue Oyster Cult, In Thee

These are just some highlights from my leave back in Texas. Playing with my parents dogs, going to some fun bars, playing pool, watching ttu's hockey team stomp the aggies, celebrating my mom's bday on Christmas.

It was a great time. This leave seemed more relaxed as far as seeing everyone and it didn't go by as fast as the one in May did. I really, really miss everyone back home. Every time I come home I start thinking that I'll get out when my time's up and go back to Texas. It's such a hard decision. I know though, that if I got out, that I would see everyone a lot at first, but then, it wouldn't be as often as I think. All my friends when we'd meet up would say they hadn't seen each other in weeks or months. Well, if I got out, I wouldn't want it to be like that. It just happens in life though. I have thought more about going to grad school in Texas through the DUINS program or being stationed in corpus christi. But, then I feel I'm missing out on the opportunity to live all over. We'll see. I still have time and a lot will happen during that time.

Thank you everyone who came to see me and made my trip a blast! I think I met up with more people this time than any other time. You can look at more pics on my facebook. I still have some to upload at some point. It was hard to leave and every time I'm on the way to DFW airport, I can't help but cry. But, once I'm back in DC, I feel at home.

I'll be seeing you guys soon and I want you to know that I'm thinking about you all the time!

There's a girl across the bar, I get the message she's sending. Mmm, she ain't looking too married, and me, well, I'm pretendin

Oh dear lord...this is the most hilarious video I have EVER seen. You have to watch it about 10 times...but by that point I was crying on the ground gasping for air.

My sediments exactly......

I sing songs about Texas, I sing them often as if she were some old lover. ~Pat Green

One more day of work!!! I just had to get on and brag...

I go home to Arlington on Monday. yeah!

That's all.........

Tanya Singing with Jimmy Buffet

Too bad I was working that night... Tanya got to go see Jimmy Buffet at Walter Reed and got up to sing with him!!! She's the one in the white sweater on the right. Sweet.

So many religions, who is right or wrong? - Brutality, Race Defects

It's so interesting that one of the biggest news stories right now is Romney's speech about his faith. I'm currently reading "American Gospel" by Jon Meacham. Well, I've been reading it for several months now. (I don't get a lot of time to sit and read)

Anyway, the chapter I was reading this morning covered Theodore Roosevelt speaking about Taft's position while running for the Presidency. Taft was a Unitarian and did not believe Jesus Christ was the son of God. TR actually spoke out for him.

"If there is one thing for which we stand in this country, it is for complete religious freedom and for the right of every man to worship his Creator as his conscience dictates....it is an emphatic negation of this right to cross-examine a man on his religious views before being willing to support him for office. Is he a good man, and is he fit for the office? These are the only questions which there is a right to ask, and to both of these in Mr. Taft's case, the answer must be in the affirmative....Discrimination against the holder of one faith means retaliatory discrimination against men of other faiths. The inevitable result of entering upon such a practice would be an abandonment of our real freedom of conscience and a reversion to the dreadful conditions of religious dissension which in so many lands have proved fatal to true liberty, to true religion, and to all advance in civilization." ~Theodore Roosevelt

There is a lot more that he spoke out on with that topic, but I'm trying to keep it short. The book is amazing and I suggest it for anyone, Christian, or otherwise to read it. It's all about the struggle between church and state in our country. It has been a fight since the formation of our government. Lincoln did not choose an official religion and that was frowned upon. Roosevelt wanted to remove "In God we trust" from coins. He stated, "It is a motto which it is indeed well to have inscribed on our great national monuments, in our temples of justice, in our legislative halls, and in buildings such as those at West Point and Annapolis-in short, wherever it will tend to arouse and inspire a lofty emotion in those who look theron...but it seems to me eminently unwise to cheapen such a motto by use on coins, just as it would be to cheapen it by use on postage stamps, or in advertisements."

I've just learned a lot about past Presidents and our founding fathers and their faiths. Jefferson was also an Unitarian and would even cut parts of his Bible out that he felt he did not agree with.
I'm not even sure where I fall with the argument of church and state. On one hand, I fall with the lefties and say that our country was founded on having religious freedom. That is the whole purpose in coming here. We wanted to be free to worship in any way for whatever religion we choose. Then, at the same time, I think that our country was formed with similar Christian beliefs and fear that if we let go of some of our faith based practices, that our country could change in a negative way.

Basically, just like the founding fathers, I'm stuck right in the middle.


One side note: Only 11 days until I jump on a plane for 10 days in Texas!

Bo Diddley bought a nanny goat to make his baby a Sunday coat. - Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley

The legend of Bill the Goat:

In the 1880s, ships sailed with livestock in order to provide sailors with fresh food.

There is a legend that a Navy ship sailed with a pet goat. The goat died during the cruise. The officers preserved the skin, to have it mounted when they returned to port.

Two young ensigns were entrusted with the skin. On the way to the taxidermist, they stopped by the United States Naval Academy to watch a football game. At half time, one ensign decided to dress up in the goat skin. The crowd appreciated the effort. Navy won the game.

In 1893, however, a live goat named El Cid made his debut as a mascot at the fourth Army-Navy game. El Cid was a gift to the Brigade of Midshipmen from officers of the USS New York. The goat helped Navy win 6-3 over Army that year, so he was adopted as part of the team.

There were other mascots in those years, including two cats, a bulldog, and a carrier pigeon. However, the goat has served without interruption since 1904.

In the early 1900s, the beloved mascot was finally given a name. On the return trip to the Naval Academy after Annapolis' triumph over West Point, the goat was led on a victory lap through the train and did not leave the midshipmen until they reached Baltimore.

It was then that the goat was given the name "Bill", which was the same name of a pet goat kept by Commander Colby M. Chester, Commandant of Midshipmen, from 1891-1894.


GO NAVY
BEAT ARMY!!!

Home in her apartment she'd dwell 'til the man from her dreams comes to break the spell. - Paul McCartney, Another Day

I'm finally getting settled in my new place! I wanted to show some pictures. My room is very small, but better than I thought with all my stuff in it. It's actually quite cozy! I also just got my new laptop, so I'm blogging from my comfy bed with patton curled up next to me and looking at all the city lights outside of my window. I'm on the 16th floor of this resort like apartment. My roommate is gone and out of town a lot, so I have only seen her one night since I moved. She's pretty cool and we get along great. I can't wait to go shopping for our living room tables. I think she's going to order the dining room set so we'll have a little more furniture in a bit. My room is fixed. I have a lot of little things lying around that I want to get rid of....it's just that since I had my own place before, it's hard to consolidate all my crap to one room. Well, I've started putting some things up in the living room. It's all coming together slowly. I also have a washer/dryer in my bathroom, so no more walking to another freaking building!!! I've been down to the hot tub a few times to rest my sore muscles after that craptacular move. I went for a long workout today and that felt good. It's so nice that all of this stuff is right downstairs. The guys at the front desk and the valet personnel are so nice and accommodating.

Shawn was in town this week. I didn't get to do too much with him because of work, but we did get to go see DC some and I got to take him to Matchbox. I take everyone there. It's soo freaking good. This time we got the mini burger appetizers that everyone talks about. I think I could eat those straight for years and years. I have never had such amazing burgers. Why have I not ordered those before??? Well, I will now. Anywho. Let's see.

Thanksgiving was okay. I was at work, but then when I got off I went to ENS Smith's and then ENS Conrads. One after the other and ate way too much food. We played a short game of taboo at Smith's. That was a riot. What else??

Going to Norfolk this weekend to see Lyndsy. I'm trying to take these two days off to just sit and do nothing. I haven't stopped moving physically in a few weeks. This is really nice.

Only a few more weeks and I'll be home on leave.

Slow down, you move too fast, got to make the morning last. - Simon and Garfunkel, 59th Street Bridge Song

I'm still in the process of moving. This is the worst move I've ever had. I'm doing a lot of it myself, which is why it's taking so long. I'm trying to donate some furniture, but can't seem to get it somewhere. Bah. I'm sooo sore and tired. Lyndsy, Tanya and I moved all the big furniture. Who needs guys?? ha. At least yesterday I got to relax my sore muscles in my new apt hot tub! woo hooo! It was excellent. Tonight, I'm gonna try out the gym. Anywho, it's going to be a while before I get internet again. I'm waiting on my new laptop. It's a custom made one from hp. It kicks butt. Can't wait to play on it! Until then....pray this whole moving thing stops soon!