Um, what?

Well, I'm not sure where to even start...It's been an interesting...month, I guess. Obama takes office and is already creating an interesting little mess, if you ask me. I'm not one to get wrapped up in politics a whole lot, but come on...the guy is an ass. I don't care how charismatic or black he is. How do you give the first live interview from the White House to a Muslim tv station OVERSEAS?!?! And why is there suddenly talk of releasing or moving all the murderers in GITMO? Last time I checked, they were there for a reason. I know that I personally moved a few of them to holding cells, and I can tell you that they weren't just there for the ride on a helicopter. I think moving them to the states is only going to give them the gall to ask for American rights and for some liberal left-wing activists to protest that they get those rights. I said it before, and I'll say it again...Too many people voted for Obama for all the wrong reasons. Too many people want to be a part of living history and it's ridiculous the lengths they'll go to to achieve it. How do you expect a man who has no more than 6 months of experience in the Illinois Senate to run the entire country? But then again, maybe he'll prove me and a million other nay-sayers wrong. Time will tell, and we'll see.

On to other things that won't cause a rise in blood pressure. This week has been pretty uneventful. Carrie and I are supposed to be going to Gatlinburg tonight to stay in a mountain cabin with some friends coming down from Ohio. I don't know how it's going to happen now since the people that were supposed to watch to dogs backed out in the last minute. So much for counting on your neighbors. I guess we'll see what happens with that, but I doubt it.

For those of you wondering, Carrie is not really showing in pregnancy at all. She is however past a lot of her morning sickness and overall nausea. Every now and then it gets the best of her, but she's doing much better. We're trying to get an ultrasound before I go to Virginia in February so we can show off our sea monkey, but I don't know if it's going to happen. Other than that, we're both doing just fine.

As for me, I've just been working a lot of long hours lately. Between flight time and general maintenance, the days and weeks have been dragging along. Going to school will be a nice change of pace, so I guess I'm looking forward to it. Well, that does it for the old Nutcracker today. I leave you with this little gem: "People who live in glass houses sink ships."

THERE WAS A FIREFIGHT!...of piss

I find it hard to blog when you really don't do anything exciting over the weekends. Carrie and I bought a new vacuum cleaner on Saturday. Now that I've physically typed that last sentence, I think it's pretty sad that I think buying a new vacuum is exciting. It is, however, a Dyson...so I guess the name alone might incite riots of excitement in those that love vacuuming, talk about vacuuming, or enjoy watching others vacuum.

I guess the real excitement was last night when we went to the house of the mother of a woman that Carrie works with (did that make sense?). The house was immense. There are 2 people living in a house that pushes 6,000 square feet. Apparently they built the house with the premise that their grandchildren would be coming to stay with them...always. I don't even know where to begin to describe this place other than the master bathroom and the movie theater. That's right, I said movie theater. Complete with reclining stadium seating for 16 people and a surround sound system that would put IMAX to shame. On to the master bath. I think the actual square footage of the bathroom with walk-in closet attached was over 1,000 square feet. They bathed this place in tile and gave it a venetian bath house look. The shower dimensions are 10x15 and there is a raised whirlpool tub that would fit 3 people...even though there are only 2 people living in this house. Weird? It was a nice visit complete with a pretty kickass spaghetti dinner, so I won't complain when there's free food involved. After dinner we watched an Al Pacino movie called "88 minutes". If you've never seen it, I highly recommend you watch it. I'll leave it at that.

This weekend I learned how the Vietnamese were able to build their intricate tunnel systems throughout Vietnam and Cambodia during the Vietnam War...weiner dogs. If they didn't use them, then they should've. Charlie, our adopted weiner, has taken the name "tunnel rat" to literal terms. For quite some time, our dogs have been coming to the back door with toys that I know I have not purchased. I counted 6 tennis balls, some kind of rope thing, and a few of what I think are actually children's toys in my backyard yesterday. For a while I've just blown it off as the kids next door throwing their things over the fence in some strange way of trying to play with my dogs. Well, I was wrong to think that my sweet little defenseless animals would ever think about burrowing under the nice protective privacy fence that encloses my backyard...dead wrong. There is not only 1, but 4 holes dug under 3 sides of my fence each large enough for a small black dog to fit under. Coincidentally, I own 2 small black dogs. I guess this summer will be spent not laying in a hammock and sipping sweet tea, but back-filling the excavations of my wonderful pets. With that being said, I'll stop rambling and leave you with the famous words of Bob Barker: "Control the pet population and have your pets spayed of neutered...because if you don't they will have marking wars in your house and dig holes under your fences". OK, I added that last line, but it works anyway.

What a pain in the ass...

So I decided last night, after reading Patti and Lauren's blogs, that I'd try my hand at this thing called blogging. I think calling it "blogging" is probably just a way of offsetting the fact that it is , in fact, a diary but I'm not required to start each entry with "Dear Diary, today at school..." so therefore it is less gay. I will say, however, that setting up this electronic diary was a big pain in the ass and I'd much rather contract a curable STD than to have to ever do it again.

All bitching aside, hopefully this will help some of you that are not in the communications loop as much gather much needed information as to my whereabouts and happenings. I will say that my language tends to be somewhat, I'll say "colorful"...? Dad, if you want to go ahead and field this one for me... So if you're like some of the people I work with and offensive language and/or phrases offends you, this blog is not for you. But then again maybe you'll learn some new words and phrases along the way like my mom sometimes does in some of our conversations. With that, I will leave by saying, "I just farted." Discuss.