A Wedding, a Good-Bye, San Francisco and Home Again

May 16, 2010

There were two things that happened in the last month that I had convinced myself would never happen.  Both I’m ultimately happy they did, as I’ll explain later, but both of these dates seemed sure never to arrive.  I was like one of the foolish passengers on the Titanic, I saw the lifeboats being lowered, I felt the water lapping at my feet, yet I just couldn’t imagine the ship actually sinking.  So to what events am I melodramatically referring? 

The first is my best friend since 5th grade, the person who’s stuck with me through some of my less flattering moments (I’m mostly referring to middle school, oh, and high school, oh wait, the year I took off between college and law school, oh, and that nasty break up in college, oh, and…nevermind, I’m totally negating the point of these parentheses) getting married.  Elizabeth found the love of her life and she went and married him.  Here’s the happy couple now:

This was also my first go (and probably only) at being maid-of-honor.  The only thing I really had to do was throw a bachlorette party, throw a shower, not lose the ring, and not fall asleep during the ceremony.  Done and done.  Which is more than can be said for the flower girl.  She was out like a light from the first hymn.  But the wedding was beautiful, my speech was a blubbering mess, and most importantly, my best friend is now happily married to a wonderful guy.  Mission accomplished.  Here are some pictures to show that she did it in style too (and some are just for fun):

The other thing that I thought would never happen bumped a little too closely into the tail end of Elizabeth’s big day.  Kurt deployed.  We’ve known it was coming for a while but somehow, in my mind, I never fully believed it would happen.  But it did.  And let me explain why it’s ultimately a good thing, and I think Kurt will agree with me.  The sooner he leaves, the sooner he comes back.  We knew our lives would go into slow motion as soon as the deployment started but even knowing that, we wanted that dragging time to start because until it did, we would never be moving towards the end.  But now we are and I’ve replaced my bathroom light bulbs with higher wattage light bulbs so that I feel a little more like I’m under the same bright sun he’s in in the desert.  Okay, that’s not true at all.  The light bulbs burned out and all I had was 100 watts to replace what had been 60 watts.  But still, it’s really bright and I kind of feel closer to him. 

So after a heart wrenching good-bye in the Quad Cities International Airport (explain to me again how that’s an international airport), my dad and I road tripped up to Minneapolis together so that I could fly to San Francisco and he could fly home…through Atlanta.  Turns out we weren’t very good at road tripping since we went to Wisconsin accidentally first and then were so late my dad missed his flight and I barely made mine.  I’d explain all that but it won’t save face for either my father or me, so I’m just going to leave you all (and by all I mean my mom, my dad and Kurt who are the only ones who read my blog regularly) hanging. 

I did eventually make it to San Francisco where I partook in the Company Grade Officers (i.e. lieutenants and captains) Annual Professional Development Conference.  My head, and certainly not my heart, weren’t really in it but it was nice to see the city, eat the foot (lots of it) and finally see Alcatraz.  The only other time I was in San Francisco the Alcatraz tour was somehow vetoed but this time the tour was an optional add on to the conference so I jumped all over it.  I insisted on doing every tour available once on the island (much to the dismay of Hotel Hell Hound, Capt Turner, who did not particularly enjoy the tour of the Alcatraz gardens).  It was everything I had hoped it would be.  Of course, since I had been wanting to see Alcatraz so badly, I definitely made sure to bring my camera…oh wait, no no, I forgot it.  In the end all I had was my phone which I think actually did a pretty good job.  See for yourself:

Although Alcatraz was definitely the highlight for me, despite the moccasin tan line and part sunburn that my North Dakota skin is now dealing with, there was another highlight that shouldn’t go unmentioned.  I was fortunate enough, though not at all deserving of any of the credit, to accept on behalf of the Grand Forks AFB Company Grade Officer Council (of which I am the secretary but again, not at all deserving of any credit) the award for Western Region (every AF base west of the Mississippi) CGOC of the year.  And then, I, along with many other Grand Forks attendees, accepted the award for (wait for it, this is going to blow your mind) the Air Force CGOC of the year.  That’s an international award and little itty bitty Grand Forks AFB won it.  Alright, well if you’re not impressed by that then you’ll never be impressed by anything. 

So to sum up, San Francisco nice, more than a little overshadowed by a missing piece of my life that’s currently in Iraq, and here are some of the San Fran sights, just because I think I should:

And now I’m home again and not looking at leaving anytime soon.  With that in mind, this weekend was mostly dedicated to getting my flowers planted.  Now of course this will probably mean that it will snow this week, but oh well, replanting them would just give me something to do next weekend.  I did a little more landscaping in my front lawn this year.  This brings me joy, so bear with me.  Here are the pictures from before I started yesterday:

And after a little elbow grease and an incident with the neighbor kid and an umbrella (that Mary Poppins thing is harder than she makes it look):

I’m hoping that as the summer progresses I can post new pictures where it looks even better.  I’ll add pictures of the back too, as that begins to grow.  I tried planting from seed in the back but I’m skeptical that I’ll have much luck since the squirrels and/or rabbits seem to think that by planting the seeds, I’m just making it more interesting for them to try and find them.  Fun game.  Maybe I can hire the little neighbor boy to stand guard.  He already offered to share a fudgesicle with me next time the ice cream man comes, I bet I could talk him into it.

Thanks for your attention everyone.  Grand Forks and my apartment are more than ready for the summer tourist season, so anyone looking to book an action packed vacation this summer, keep me in mind.  There’s stuff to do here, I’m pretty sure…


Graduation and then Good-Bye…for now

April 22, 2009

I had an interesting conversation with a friend the other day because she mentioned that it seems like I had gotten myself into a line of work where I would be saying a lot of good-byes.  Good-byes to family and friends in Chicago because since there are no AF bases there, as long as I’m in the AF, I’ll never live there.  Good-byes to the friends I went through a debatably rough 5 weeks within COT.  Good-byes to my fellow green JAGS as we all graduate from JASOC and move on to our new bases.  And in 2 years (or so) I’ll be saying good-bye to all those I meet at Grand Forks.  At this point the pattern is obvious.  A life in the military means a constant stream of new friends, co-workers, acquaintances, and mentors coming in and out of your life.  So why on earth would a person put themselves through that?  Well, after much thought, I guess my answer is that if the price of having these people in my life is that I have to say good-bye to them from time to time, that’s a price I’m willing to pay.  There’s a chance I may never see some of the friends I made in JASOC again.  There’s also a good chance their our paths will cross again.  As we’re often told, it’s a small Air Force.  But either way, I feel lucky to have had them as a part of my life for even the limited time that I did. 

So with that mushy stuff out of the way, let me get down to the nuts and bolts of graduation.  On Thursday night we had our JASOC dining out.  Now I’ve put lots of pictures up about dining outs and I think I’ve done a good job of explaining what they are like.  But something I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned (TJAG can attest to my inability to accurately remember what I’ve said on this blog) is that every dining out has a Madam and Mr. Vice who act as part entertainment, part officiants of the mess (another name for the dining out).  Think award show host.  I was asked to be Madam Vice for our dining out and I reluctantly (and I really mean that, I did not see this being a good idea) agreed.  Mr. Vice was Michael O’Brien who has made appearances in previous posts and who is a fellow JMLS alumn.  We stumbled our way through the evening with arguably witty banter and some skipped or premature lines.  But we were far from the highlight of the dining out.  The spotlight definitely belonged to the real enterntainment – the skit and the Thunder JAGs.  Now it’s impossible to describe either of these phenomenon so I won’t even try.  But here’s a picture of the Thunder JAGs just to give you idea.  This if from the D.C. Dining Out.

Thunder JAGs

Now it might not look like much from this picture but trust me, plastic briefcases and some fancy marching make an awe inspiring sight. 

The next bit of entertainment was the skit which made me almost pee my pants infront of a crowd of about 200.  The skit ended with a song written and sung by my very musically gifted classmates.  Now this I don’t even have to try to explain because luckily it was recorded and can forever be relived simply by visiting youtube. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SldwW35ZBX4 

Some of it might not be easy understand because of the sound or because they’re inside jokes but again you’ll have to trust me when I say it was very clever.

Dining out was followed by the obligatory game of crud.  My parents were lucky enough to see me in action for the first time.  It probably scarred them.  For good crud playing pictures, check out Johnny Utah’s blog. 

Some how we managed to get home at a reasonable hour and drag ourselves to our pre-graduation breakfast the next morning.  Shortly thereafter we graduated.  A simple shake, take, and salute and it was over.  Here I go…

graduation

Phew, I didn’t mess it up.  Then it was time for some final pictures in the courtroom at the JAG School:

post graduation

momanddad graduation

And then it became time to say good-bye.  This pictures says it all:

sad graduation

Well, I’m not actually positive what this picture says.  I see some confusion from Amber and Joni and I look sad but in a creepy way.  But we were sad but as I said before, it’s ok because this is not good-bye for good.  This is good-bye until we next call to get help with something we’re working on (Amber and I already had that conversation today) or good-bye until our paths cross again and we can sit down for a beer and catch up (Joni and I will be doing that tonight) or even good-bye until I have something silly I need to text to you (Kurt gets more than his share of those).  So it’s not good-bye for good.  Far from it.


Graduation Time

April 15, 2009

Before you all fly into a rage at me, I would like to take this opportunity to apologize for my delinquency in updating my blog.  Florida seems like eons ago and there’s no good excuse for not being a more timely blogger.  So what’s happened over the last few (yeah, I’m a liar, I know it’s been way more than that) weeks? 

Well, a lot has happened.  We’ve done two moot courts and taken another test.  I passed the test and I’m pretty sure the moot courts.  Nothing wildly exciting happened…no Perry Mason (or as I prefer, Matlock) moments.  Everyone passed the final test in my class which means that on Friday we’ll all graduate.  We all also passed the military justice portions of the course so that we will also be certified in military justice.  We have also taken two PT tests.  Today was the second and final one.  Now since arriving in Alabama I have now taken the PT test a total of 5 times.  Your run of the mill member of the Air Force takes it once a year.  So I guess at this point it shouldn’t be such a big deal for me to take it…again and again.  But here’s the thing, I consider myself a somewhat athletic person (meaning I don’t hurt myself every time I undertake an athletic endeavor) and therefore I felt it necessary to set a high goal for myself on this test I would have multiple opportunities to take.  I didn’t see any reason why I shouldn’t be getting a perfect score (100 – we like to keep things simple in the AF).  In my previous 4 test I have fallen into the 95 to 98.75 range.  Today, and I know you’re all waiting with bated breath at this point, I managed a perfect score!  Now some of my more athletically gifted friends may find this only mildly impressive but that’s not really the point.  Impressing the lot of you is on my to-do list but not right at the top.  Mostly I was just happy that today, for whatever reason, for the first time I was able to do 45 push ups in a minute.  Again, no mind blowing feat but it’s a goal attained and no matter how low the bar, I know you all will be proud of me for that.

OK, on to more interesting things I’ve done over the last month or so.  The highlight was probably our week long trip to Washington, D.C.  I’ve been to D.C. before but not since I was young and I have very little memory of it.  I learned a lot of things in D.C.  I learned that the cherry blossoms generally peak sometime in late March or early April (they peaked while we were there…very nice).  I learned what the inside of the Pentagon and the U.S. Supreme Court looks like.  I learned that Georgetown is probably one of the most beautiful campuses ever.  And finally, I learned that my boss (and I mean my ultimate, 3 star general, big boss – not the president, don’t get carried away), reads my blog.  Now I won’t go into detail about how I found this out or what the repercussions were (they only involved me having to drink orange chunky liquid in front of a large group of high ranking JAGs) but I will say that TJAG (“The JAG” – I’m not kidding) has a sense of humor.  Anyway, D.C. was a very informative and at the same time terrifying trip that I will never forget.  Here are some pictures since what would a blog post be without them.

Amber, Joni, and I in front of the Air Force Memorial:

AF Memorial

A bunch of us at the dining out…this is after pouring orange lumpy stuff on myself.  I still look pretty happy:

D.C. Dining Out

And a quick shot in the Mall and no, Amber, there is no Old Navy at this mall…

group-washington-monument

Hopefully by updating I’ve redeemed myself a little.  I will be back in Chicago on Tuesday and then it’s on to Grand Forks for me to start being a real lawyer for the first time.  I only graduated a year ago so that’s normal…right?  I can’t wait to see everyone in the QCA, Chicago, and/or Twin Cities.  I will try to quickly post something/anything about graduation.  I’m sure there will be lots of pictures but hopefully not more embarrassing trips to the grog…also another explanation for another time.


Utlimate Disappointment

March 14, 2009

So good news, Delta Flight won our first ultimate frisbee game in an amazing come-from-behind, overtime effort.  This picture was taken after we won that game…

Ulitmate Frisbee - Delta

Then we proceeded to lose the next 2 games.  Bummer.  Here’s a picture after that game.

O'brien sad

Other than losing frisbee, not much has happened.  I passed the first test which was difficult.  I really did believe for a while that I hadn’t passed but within a few hours of taking the test they told us our entire class had passed.  Apparently this hasn’t happen for the last few JASOC classes so they were very happy with us.  Starting Monday we have our first moot court.  I go Monday afternoon and feel, at this point, that I have no idea what’s going on.  So that’s a good feeling.  But, per usual, I will keep you all updated on how that goes.  I have to go work on my sentencing argument now…here’s the gist, LSD use is bad and you will be kicked out of the Air Force for doing it.  And just for those of you out there wondering, the same is true for most hallucinogenic drugs.   


Florida

March 7, 2009

This is going to be brief because I should definitely be studying instead of doing this but since I haven’t been productive all day, I figure, why not keep the streak alive?

So this week we spent two nights in Florida on Eglin AFB.  The basic gist of the trip was get some exposure to parts of the Air Force we won’t get to see on a regular basis or maybe ever.  So the first thing we did was get to play around in an F-15.  Of course they only let us play in ones that are no longer used (A Model) because as we would spend the rest of our time in Florida proving, JAGs cannot be trusted with any kind of weapon.  So the plane I’m sitting in can’t even taxi around anymore but if you squint you can pretend I’m actually flying it. 

F-15

Also, all you Top Gun fans out there, I learned something very interesting.  As it turns out there is no way what happened to Goose could actually happen in one of these planes.  If you want me to explain why, I’d be happy to though I won’t do so now because there are just too many people I could bore with those details. 

After fake flying an F-15, we moved on to playing with the AF’s MWDs (military working dogs).  I know it sounds like they pull carts but they’re actually the bomb and drug sniffing dogs.  A few of my colleagues got to put on the padded suits and get tackled and bitten by the dogs.  It was pretty cool…for us to watch.  Here’s a pic of my fellow JMLS grad Michael O’Brien getting mauled by probably the meanest dog I’ve ever seen in my life.

O'brien-death by dog

I realize it doesn’t look that bad but trust me it was.  He was tossed into the fence before he got drug to where he is in this picture.  This is them trying to get the dog off of him.  This particular dog, one of the times he was attacking he got so excited he passed out cold.  His adrenaline was pumping so hard (aka he was so freaking excited to bite someone) he knocked himself out.  Just goes to show once again that in the AF, we don’t do anything half assed.

OK, speaking of the AF being awesome, the next thing we did was take a tour of the largest climatology lab in the world.  It’s on Eglin AFB and can accommodate the AF’s largest plane, the C-5, with 5 feet of clearance.  When we were there it was negative 25 degrees.  They gave us parkas and let us go into the lab.  I suppose this is exactly the type of weather I should be getting used to since North Dakota will be my home come next winter.  This lab can also create sand storms, blizzards, rain, wind, and about any type of weather you can imagine.  They use it to test planes and pretty much everything else the AF uses in all sorts of different climates.  They also rent it out to commercial companies to use to test their products.  However, if anyone is thinking this might be a good place for a foam party, a. you’re right but b. it’s booked for the next 4 years.

 Then we went to beach to eat our box lunches.  Here, this group of airmen asks, “What is this and how do we fly planes on it?”

Florida beach

After the beach, we spent some quality time with Security Forces (AF cops).  These are the guys who do everything from watching the gates at AFBs to guarding caravans in Iraq (very dangerous).  They’re also the ones who arrest the people we prosecute as JAGs.  So we got some training on their Use of Force guidelines (when to shoot someone) and toured a bunch of their facilities.  This is one of the times we showed we should never be given guns.  We did some simulations where we had to choose when to shoot and when not to…we tended to favor the prior.  We also learned that when you do decide to fire, shooting the person 20 times may be considered excessive force.  At this point I do need to clarify that I never shot anyone…probably only because we ran out of time before my turn.  In any event I probably would have shot off my own foot before shooting a civilian.

That night we went out it Destin.  There we found a bar made of money that served something called an Irish Wake…well, it was green and had alcohol in it.  That’s all you need to know.

Irish Wakes

Oh, and also, if you have enough of them you will feel sorry for a stuffed bear and be willing to kiss a moose.

bear

100_1882

The next morning we started by meeting the SJA (Staff Judge Advocate) of the Air Force Special Operations Command at Hulburt Field (another AFB right next to Eglin).  Then we went out to see the Combat Controller training facility.  Combat Control in the Af is like the Army Rangers or Navy Seals.  They’re special ops for the AF which basically means they do the most top secret, dangerous stuff.  I learned that it’s congressionally mandated that women can’t be a part of the Combat Control.  Bummer, I was thinking of ditching this lawyer gig to learn how to hold my breath underwater for 2 hours and jump out of a plane with no parachute (I may be exaggerating but I’m pretty sure they do stuff kinda like that). 

Next we went to the Air Park at Hurlburt Field which is basically a parking lot for a bunch of cool planes.  A historian walked us through and told us what the planes where and what they had been used for.  It was all very interesting though I have to admit, I have no retention for that type of information.  I am proud to admit I can tell the difference between a helicopter and an airplane though.  See, helicopter:

Helicopter

Airplane:

AC-130

Seriously, though, I am slowly learning the different planes.  This one above here is actually an AC-130 and it’s huge.  I’ve also learned that the AF doesn’t really do helicopters.  That’s more of an army thing.  I’m not kidding.  We admit it.

So after the Air Park we headed to the Life Support/Survival Equipment place.  There we got to try on super expensive helmets and play with night vision goggles.  Now in this one if you really squint you can imagine I’m in a plane…

fighter helmet

This one is a helicopter pilot helmet which Tom, in his infinite wisdom, says doesn’t fit me right.  I guess it’s a pretty big relief then that I’m not actually getting to fly a helicopter anytime in the near future.

Helicopter Helmet

Next we did the most logical thing for lunch, a giant Chinese buffet.  Perfect.  I’m pretty sure this was a test actually.  They had us eat as much as we could and then they had us try to stay awake for an hour long briefing on Re-integration.  Re-integration is actually very interesting.  It’s the process that people who have been POW’s or hostages go through to help them deal with getting back to work and dealing with people who aren’t trying to kill you.  As interesting as the topic was, if it was a test to see if we could stay awake, I failed.  So did the majority of my class. 

Luckily the last three activities of our trip were a little more interactive.  First we got to learn what plants are the best to use for tinder and how to start a fire without matches or a lighter.  Also, we learned the cat tails are the most useful plant…ever.  Next we did a little bit of hand to hand combat training.  This was about a 20 minute lesson so there wasn’t much detail or technique that we learned but I do dare any of you to try to take me prisoner. 

The last thing we did was learn a little about parachuting.  Now this isn’t something JAGs, even AF JAGs, will probably ever do.  None-the-less, I now know the proper contact points when landing with your parachute.  I will tell you this, one of them is not your butt.  Here, let me demonstrate:

parachute landing

The first time I did it, I really messed it up and the instructor actually said to me, “That was ridiculous.  I can’t even look at you.”  I think this is another situation where it’s a relief I won’t be jumping out of a plane anytime soon. 

After we learned how to land, we learned what to do if we don’t land on the ground but up in a tree.  AF parachutes come standard with a little pully system that you use to slowly lower yourself down from a tree.  They really like to discourage you from landing on your butt in any situation.  They took a couple volunteers to hang from a fake tree and then lower themselves down.  For some reason this seemed like a really good idea to me so I volunteered and here I am, getting ready to get stuck in a fake tree:

parachuting

And then actually stuck in the fake tree:

Hanging parachute

And then trying to get down:

getting down from parachuting

Don’t worry guys.  I got down.  Eventually. 

That’s all I have for you all for a while.  Next week is our first exam and then on Friday we play ultimate frisbee for the Commandant’s Cup…that should go well…


JASOC begins…

March 1, 2009

So I’ve been doing the JASOC (Judge Advocate Staff Officer Course) thing for about two weeks now and it’s a completely different world from COT.  Despite my billeting room being only about a 100 yards from the COT campus (I can see it from my window), we live in a world now where you can bring beer to your room, there is no lights out, and sleepovers are a common occurrence.  Speaking of sleepovers, Tom was able to stay with me for the first week I was here.  Hopefully he’ll be able to get back down here one more time and also make it to the D.C. trip in April.  But back to my room…it’s a hotel room with a microwave.  It’s small, you can’t really cook, and it frequently smells strange (that might be on me though).  None of which would be that bad if it weren’t for the fact that that billeting buildings on either side of us have rooms in them with kitchenettes and living room areas.  Some of the people in my JASOC class some how ended up in those buildings.  Here are some pictures of my home for the next 7 weeks (2 down!)…

Bedroom

Bedroom

Bathroom

Bathroom

Desk

Desk

Kitchen

Kitchen

My View

My View

OK, so that’s the palace.  The view is a little nicer and I get to watch people when they’re sitting on the patio which is only mildly entertaining.  If anyone wants to visit, I’ll sleep on the floor:)

So now that we’re caught up on my new living arrangements, let me tell you about the exciting day-to-day world of JASOC.  Basically we go to class all day.  The end.  We start at 7:30am and are done anywhere from 3:30 to 6:00.  I’ve developed lots of different ways of staying awake but am not willing to divulge my secrets.  Mostly we’re in a big auditorium but we have some classes that are in small seminar rooms with just our flights.  If you want to see some cool pictures of the school and the giant planes outside of it, check out the blog one of my classmates does.  His link is just to right over here —> and up a bit (Another JAGOFF).

This time around I’m in Delta Flight but I have once again forced myself on my flight as the PTL (Physical Training Leader).  Throughout the course of JASOC we compete in various athletic events for the coveted Commandant’s Cup.  In each event you get points for 1st (3 points), 2nd (2 points), and 3rd (1 point).  The events are usually played on Friday afternoons so we have already had two, volleyball and football.  In volleyball we got 3rd place and therefore only one point but volleyball is tricky.  As I’m sure all of my fellow Lamas can attest to.  It takes some experience playing together and a lot of luck sometimes to win, neither of which were with Delta Flight last Friday.  Oh, it also didn’t help that all the other teams cheated by allowing some of their best players (or players who thought they were the best) skip rotating out…repeatedly.  Meanwhile Delta Flight played everyone equally…which is the Air Force way.  O’Brien, this one is for you – Integrity First (for those that don’t know, that one of the 3 core values of the Air Force – look for the other two in upcoming blogs). 

But if you think what happened with volleyball was bad, let me tell you about what happened this week with football.  First of all, we had tornado warnings all day and plenty of rain so that drastically impacted some of our faster players who didn’t have cleats.  Don’t worry guys, I had my soccer cleats so my blazing speed was uneffected.  Despite my blazing speed and exception prowess for football in general, Delta fell in the first game by one touchdown in overtime.  Heartbreak.  Especially since there were several very controversial plays that would have changed the outcome.  But what happened next was even more upsetting.  Two teams (Delta and some other group of yahoos) both lost their first game in overtime by the same score.  So to decide who got to go into the 3rd place game and who had to play the faculty in an expeditionary (read pointless – literally, we would be competing for 0 points) game, they had us play rock-paper-scissors.  Outrageous!  Now I once had a Chicago Sport and Social league determine a playoff round by a coin flip but this is the Commandant’s Cup!  Well, as you can imagine, I made my contempt for the situation known and thereby educated the majority of Delta Flight on my lack of military bearing (I think that definition is self-explanatory but just know this would not be the first time I’ve been accused of not having it).  Anyway, we ended up playing the faculty which was fun especially since the Commandant (aka the big boss of JASOC) was guarding me and told me afterwards that she thought I was really fast.  And you all thought I was kidding about my blazing speed and/or thought I was only fast when drunk. 

So although JASOC is a completely different world than COT,  we still have plenty to keep us busy.  So I apologize for not getting to this sooner but last week we had several exercises where we had to go into instructor’s offices and advise them on various issues.  Obviously, that meant we had to have a pretty well rounded knowledge of said issues.  For someone who a month ago would have described an administrative discharge as a gassy secretary, it took a lot of reading and rereading to wrap my head around some of these things.  And remember, we’re dealing with crimes such as being late to work.  In the Air Force that’s a crime and it’s called being absent without leave (more commonly known as AWOL) and you can and will be punished for being 15 minutes late to work.  So sometimes I struggle with these concepts.  Not to mention I’ve started setting about 8 back up alarms. 

But enough of my excuses.  Hopefully I’ll be more regular about posting and if not, feel free to get on my case about it.  I deserve it.  Next week we head to Florida for a really cool two days of seeing what real people in the Air Force do (the answer is fly planes).  Also, there’s a Chinese buffet on the schedule for lunch one day so I’m really excited about that.  Also, next Monday we have our first (of 2) big tests and the following week we have our first moot court.  Lots to do and hopefully lots to tell in the near future.  Until then, remember, I’m fast…the Commandant said so.


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