<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628</id><updated>2012-01-19T20:19:49.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-4293707697812217765</id><published>2012-01-19T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T20:19:49.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight Bs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade teacher once told my parents that I was the most straight-B student she had ever seen.&amp;nbsp; Since then I have been plagued with a few A-grades, a few C-grades, but mostly B-grades.&amp;nbsp; Not that there is anything wrong with B-grades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Im currently attending a month-long school in Florida.&amp;nbsp; I was learning a bunch of information and I thought it was all clicking.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately the passing grade for this school is 85% (that is a B).&amp;nbsp; The first test had 50 questions.&amp;nbsp; To prepare for the test, we had a few study groups, tried to get a little more direction out of the instructors, and did a little last minute cramming on the way to class that morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We got to class and started the test.&amp;nbsp; About five questions into the test, I started cursing quietly.&amp;nbsp; I got a little more confident around the middle of the test, and then started cursing when I thought about how many questions I might have missed.&amp;nbsp; I dropped my test booklet with the instructor in the back of the room and then went to another instructor to get my answer sheet checked.&amp;nbsp; To NOT let my 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade teacher down, I got eight questions incorrect which means my score was an 84%.&amp;nbsp; The instructor told me that I would need to stay during lunch and after class for extra training, and would have to retest the following duty day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went over the questions I missed.&amp;nbsp; As I read one of the questions and answers, I said to myself, the answer is obviously B I remember marking it.&amp;nbsp; Turns out I didn’t know the difference between B and C on that one…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I realized what I was incorrect on and the other seven questions I got wrong.&amp;nbsp; The only problem was that 25% of the test questions were going to change for the retest.&amp;nbsp; I studied the day before the retest on my own, then with the other eight people that failed, and again in the morning before the test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I were to fail the retest, then I would have a training review board in front of multiple Lieutenant Colonels and full-bird Colonels and I would have to explain to them why I failed the test twice as well as why I thought I should remain in the course, also my leadership back at home would be contacted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Needless to say when the retest started, I was slightly nervous.&amp;nbsp; I took the test, however, I was nervous about three questions.&amp;nbsp; I got those three wrong, but I passed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Two days later, today, we had our second test.&amp;nbsp; Only 30 questions on this one, that means that you could only miss four questions and still pass.&amp;nbsp; I only missed one question!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;That is all from Florida for now!&amp;nbsp; Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-4293707697812217765?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/4293707697812217765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=4293707697812217765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/4293707697812217765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/4293707697812217765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2012/01/straight-bs.html' title='Straight Bs'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-5523757002590779080</id><published>2012-01-02T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T04:09:35.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bacon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;While walking through the commissary I was looking for something yummy to make. &amp;nbsp;I decided that I should make bacon-wrapped pizza rolls. &amp;nbsp;So I bought my supplies, see below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gCmx5fXQAUs/TwGZ1z_sxAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/G0yg1eJJ0w8/s1600/100_1544.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gCmx5fXQAUs/TwGZ1z_sxAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/G0yg1eJJ0w8/s320/100_1544.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fairly easy recipe: &amp;nbsp;Pre-heat oven (I set it at about 230ºC, which is about 10ºC higher than the pizza rolls bag called for). &amp;nbsp;Then I cut the bacon in half and wrapped it around the rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pizza rolls ready for the oven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-caJxvOf44xM/TwGaESuOByI/AAAAAAAAAOI/g37XQgMuFV8/s1600/100_1545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-caJxvOf44xM/TwGaESuOByI/AAAAAAAAAOI/g37XQgMuFV8/s320/100_1545.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was about half-way through cooking. &amp;nbsp;I forgot to get a picture of them after they were done. &amp;nbsp;But these things tasted amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-URfMG9mrAKA/TwGaUfS8e7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/T7k69zZpSQo/s1600/100_1546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-URfMG9mrAKA/TwGaUfS8e7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/T7k69zZpSQo/s320/100_1546.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-5523757002590779080?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/5523757002590779080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=5523757002590779080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/5523757002590779080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/5523757002590779080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2012/01/bacon.html' title='Bacon'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gCmx5fXQAUs/TwGZ1z_sxAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/G0yg1eJJ0w8/s72-c/100_1544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-1975195805871266667</id><published>2011-12-22T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T11:29:14.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Breakfast Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So it wasn't exactly an epic meal time, but I did make a couple of small bacon weaves, I even candied one of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BKfy5RJ5m80/TvODR-IuY_I/AAAAAAAAANc/3E7cZI8okQI/s1600/100_1530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BKfy5RJ5m80/TvODR-IuY_I/AAAAAAAAANc/3E7cZI8okQI/s320/100_1530.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was the first bacon weave, it looks so pretty doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2kmsigsf2cA/TvODBaAaUyI/AAAAAAAAANU/pAd931k3Fwc/s1600/100_1529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2kmsigsf2cA/TvODBaAaUyI/AAAAAAAAANU/pAd931k3Fwc/s320/100_1529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cooking the bacon weave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BHbMaLE_K6k/TvODfQDRRCI/AAAAAAAAANk/mca0HbvjcRg/s1600/100_1531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BHbMaLE_K6k/TvODfQDRRCI/AAAAAAAAANk/mca0HbvjcRg/s320/100_1531.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The candied bacon weave. &amp;nbsp;To candy bacon, you simply sprinkle brown sugar on the bacon while it is cooking. &amp;nbsp;It is hard to believe that bacon could taste better than it already does, but candying it definitely makes it better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_psQfyRJeJ0/TvODtR-JxFI/AAAAAAAAANs/ojEmUAeoW24/s1600/100_1532.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_psQfyRJeJ0/TvODtR-JxFI/AAAAAAAAANs/ojEmUAeoW24/s320/100_1532.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I took some of the pancake batter and mixed in chocolate chips, bacon and brown sugar. &amp;nbsp;They were delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CxUIWrKWlUI/TvOD8aqWF7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/zaBZ8A59FiA/s1600/100_1533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CxUIWrKWlUI/TvOD8aqWF7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/zaBZ8A59FiA/s320/100_1533.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The final plate: &amp;nbsp;Candied bacon weave, epic pancake, and hash browns. &amp;nbsp;The only thing that would have made it better would have been some whisky in my coffee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-1975195805871266667?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/1975195805871266667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=1975195805871266667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/1975195805871266667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/1975195805871266667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2011/12/epic-breakfast-time.html' title='Epic Breakfast Time'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BKfy5RJ5m80/TvODR-IuY_I/AAAAAAAAANc/3E7cZI8okQI/s72-c/100_1530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-8905280959322745494</id><published>2011-12-18T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T03:20:33.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Meal Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;If you haven't heard of Epic Meal Time then you are failing at life.&amp;nbsp; Check them out on YouTube. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;It is a group of Canadians that make ridiculous meals using tons of bacon and Jack Daniels.&amp;nbsp; I made a candied bacon weave for breakfast this morning, pictures to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Watch the video:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;After making dinner, I was straightening some things up in the dinning room.&amp;nbsp; The kids were running around me playing.&amp;nbsp; I farted, and Maddox sniffed the air and then said, "I want to smell your butt to see if you have poopies."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;I guess I'm the reason that we can't have nice things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-5145808781189806925?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/5145808781189806925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=5145808781189806925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/5145808781189806925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/5145808781189806925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2011/12/nice-things.html' title='Nice Things'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-752916557837801</id><published>2011-12-11T12:42:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T12:42:47.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Led Zeppelin</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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&lt;/span&gt;While I was getting the rake out of the basement (along with a beer), our landlord’s son pulled into the courtyard to park his SEAT hatchback, which is a Spanish automaker but currently a subsidiary of VW.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As he was parking, I could hear Led Zeppelin blaring in his car.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He got out of his car and said hello as we continued on to the yard.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;About five or ten minutes later, he walked over near the yard and yelled, “Marshall, Have you heard Led Zeppelin, do you know?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I responded that I knew who they were and I liked their music.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He then proceeded to tell me that he LOVES Led Zeppelin, then he left and went back inside, it was slightly awkward…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This evening we got back from dinner at a friends house.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As we were getting out of the car, the SEAT started up and the son started to leave.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He stopped at the gate, rolled down his window and said, “Marshall, do you know?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And then blasted the Led Zeppelin song Kashmir.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kashmir was released in 1975.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He was head-banging as he played it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Mary and I laughed and he drove off, it was slightly odd.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But I still enjoy our experiences here in Germany.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know I haven’t updated this stupid blog in a while, but I’ll try and post more stories about our adventures around the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-752916557837801?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/752916557837801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=752916557837801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/752916557837801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/752916557837801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2011/12/led-zeppelin.html' title='Led Zeppelin'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-1130004712019283153</id><published>2011-06-10T16:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T17:05:57.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mornings with the kiddos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-btvTcKn2cbg/TfKwb9pKOeI/AAAAAAAAANM/OcPZxbo26qM/s1600/100_0576.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my camera broke back in October, I haven't really been able to upload many pictures. sorry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I decided to take some pictures while the kids and I let Mary sleep in a bit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Since he is going for the beer I know that he is my son!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-M9K8TKNXw/TfKlsEVyaMI/AAAAAAAAALU/t8wJnHnQXBI/s1600/100_0561.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-M9K8TKNXw/TfKlsEVyaMI/AAAAAAAAALU/t8wJnHnQXBI/s200/100_0561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616733861782382786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agtIICFJYL0/TfKmRjer0RI/AAAAAAAAAMU/rMNOQFj-1Xc/s1600/100_0570.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Sitting on the couch watching TV waiting for her waffles to be ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tpunBZ1-lgk/TfKmPxozJiI/AAAAAAAAAL8/VFIOS-dPns8/s1600/100_0567.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tpunBZ1-lgk/TfKmPxozJiI/AAAAAAAAAL8/VFIOS-dPns8/s200/100_0567.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616734475237140002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;She wanted me to take a picture of her mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0czuPok730/TfKltu3gllI/AAAAAAAAAL0/r7Swjtj1Vuw/s1600/100_0566.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0czuPok730/TfKltu3gllI/AAAAAAAAAL0/r7Swjtj1Vuw/s200/100_0566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616733890377979474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Mav working in his office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hMxK4PQpees/TfKltFlNlXI/AAAAAAAAALs/IGbHgxqNMNA/s1600/100_0565.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hMxK4PQpees/TfKltFlNlXI/AAAAAAAAALs/IGbHgxqNMNA/s200/100_0565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616733879295382898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Maddox practicing for River Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VEKLHh6cXgQ/TfKls8qNlZI/AAAAAAAAALk/xsl4OVN02ac/s1600/100_0564.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VEKLHh6cXgQ/TfKls8qNlZI/AAAAAAAAALk/xsl4OVN02ac/s200/100_0564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616733876900435346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Mav cheesin it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IVpmy4q3ACg/TfKlstFnWoI/AAAAAAAAALc/n-hsMFX_XUc/s1600/100_0563.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IVpmy4q3ACg/TfKlstFnWoI/AAAAAAAAALc/n-hsMFX_XUc/s200/100_0563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616733872720403074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;Maddox eating 2 waffles for breakfast, we don't have a toaster so we have to make them in the oven if we want them crispy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AL10bBgXZoA/TfKmQb6wnUI/AAAAAAAAAME/mguK5g3J8_0/s1600/100_0568.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AL10bBgXZoA/TfKmQb6wnUI/AAAAAAAAAME/mguK5g3J8_0/s200/100_0568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616734486586760514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-btvTcKn2cbg/TfKwb9pKOeI/AAAAAAAAANM/OcPZxbo26qM/s1600/100_0576.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agtIICFJYL0/TfKmRjer0RI/AAAAAAAAAMU/rMNOQFj-1Xc/s1600/100_0570.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agtIICFJYL0/TfKmRjer0RI/AAAAAAAAAMU/rMNOQFj-1Xc/s200/100_0570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616734505796358418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Mav eating some puffs (above and below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-teyZ5Hy0-zQ/TfKmQjvXc8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/-rrwz24iwGo/s1600/100_0569.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-teyZ5Hy0-zQ/TfKmQjvXc8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/-rrwz24iwGo/s1600/100_0569.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-teyZ5Hy0-zQ/TfKmQjvXc8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/-rrwz24iwGo/s200/100_0569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616734488686457794" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-btvTcKn2cbg/TfKwb9pKOeI/AAAAAAAAANM/OcPZxbo26qM/s1600/100_0576.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;e is almost ready for a nap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-btvTcKn2cbg/TfKwb9pKOeI/AAAAAAAAANM/OcPZxbo26qM/s200/100_0576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616745679734585826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;Mdx playing with stickers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7WkmU-QS8Is/TfKwbeYWiyI/AAAAAAAAANE/iF9n3s8V6pY/s1600/100_0575.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7WkmU-QS8Is/TfKwbeYWiyI/AAAAAAAAANE/iF9n3s8V6pY/s200/100_0575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616745671342590754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mdx likes to make 'surprises' for Mama.  This is Mary wearing her new dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MsKGEumPMFs/TfKwbPMHgBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/sywQt92mxlk/s1600/100_0573.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MsKGEumPMFs/TfKwbPMHgBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/sywQt92mxlk/s200/100_0573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616745667264741394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That is all for now, I hope that I got these in the correct order!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-1130004712019283153?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/1130004712019283153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=1130004712019283153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/1130004712019283153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/1130004712019283153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2011/06/mornings-with-kiddos.html' title='Mornings with the kiddos'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-M9K8TKNXw/TfKlsEVyaMI/AAAAAAAAALU/t8wJnHnQXBI/s72-c/100_0561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-5860910722539979670</id><published>2011-06-04T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T23:54:47.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant caffeine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Koreans are very limited when it comes to counter space.  Due to this fact, we had to start drinking instant coffee.  I started thinking of when I have used instant coffee in my past:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pudding, A scoop or 2 of instant coffee in some chocolate pudding goes a long way!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When working long shifts, watching pred or reaper, a scoop in the lip (like dip) works wonders!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I hadn't used it much prior to this trip, but I had used it.  Now I use it atleast 4 or 5 times a day everyday (if not more).  This afternoon while starting to get drowsy, I threw 1.5 scoops into my cup of coke, it is delicious!  That is all...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-5860910722539979670?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/5860910722539979670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=5860910722539979670&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/5860910722539979670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/5860910722539979670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2011/06/instant-caffeine.html' title='Instant caffeine'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-70730634897931312</id><published>2011-06-04T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T03:31:08.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;When I was but a wee lad, I remember a special Friday night tradition.  After school and playing outside, when Dad had the night off, he would make pizza.  It would consist of him making large over-portioned, over-loaded pizzas.  While Dad would create the pizza, I would fetch beers for him, try to watch TV and steal samples of toppings.  It was a delicious evening, and usually turned into cold pizza for breakfast!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I decided that I should bring this tradition into the Quad-MGM household.  Mary wanted to go to an investment seminar that one of friends was teaching this evening.  So I decided that Maddox, Maverick and I would make pizza.  It was slightly tricky since we only have an oven big enough for one small baking sheet and enough counter space for said baking sheet.  I made it work and turned out 2 beautiful pizzas.  Maddox likes it and I enjoyed making it for her.  I also learned that it is easier to steal toppings when you are the one in charge!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I think that my father would be proud of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-70730634897931312?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/70730634897931312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=70730634897931312&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/70730634897931312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/70730634897931312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2011/06/pizza-night.html' title='Pizza night'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-1132342122387017920</id><published>2011-06-02T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T18:20:12.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Alright no more stories about how big of a douche I can be...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Work has been busy and I keep thinking about the scene from the movie Office Space when Ron Livingston's character says:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; color: #333233"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; color: #000000"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; color: #333233"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; color: #333233"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that's on the worst day of my life." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; color: #333233; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I don't think that every day actually is the worst day of my life, but there are times when I question what it is that I actually do.  I am being put in for a couple of awards, so I must be doing something correctly...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We are all enjoying ourselves here in Korea and have been enjoying the warmer weather.  We started a new Sunday ritual.  After I finish my homework for the week.  We all go downtown to this bar called Blue Opera.  This is the bar where you can sit outside.  We usually get either McDonald's or some street food then sit there and Mary and I have a few beers.  When the weather is nice it is very relaxing.  Maddox likes to go because she can eat all the popcorn she wants, the waitress always brings a little bowl of it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That is all for now, sorry for not blogging more  With work, homework, and family time there isn't always time to write out stories.  But, Im trying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-1132342122387017920?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/1132342122387017920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=1132342122387017920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/1132342122387017920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/1132342122387017920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2011/06/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-3467240354366202323</id><published>2011-04-23T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T03:07:52.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the first...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was working as the report editor, I only had a handful of analysts submitting reports.  It was my first time working with my old flight in about a month or so, it was good to work with them again.  I was having a good time and the analysts were making very few mistakes.  Next to me was A1C D and 2 seats down was A1C G between the two was A1C L.  D and I were making many  'mom jokes' and 'that's what she said jokes', it was a great time.  It is very rare for me to joke with airmen this much at work, but for some reason I was in a really good mood, so I was in rare form!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G submitted a report that was completely jacked up.  I called him over and told him to tell me what was wrong with it.  He pointed out 2 or 3 things, but missed a BIG mistake.  I said, "Good job on those, now how about the elephant in the report, What the hell is that?  I pointed to the mistake as I said this.  He started responding, "Well I-I-I thought that it might be correct."  My smart ass comment, "Well your first mistake was typing it, your second mistake was thinking that you were correct.  Now read the report guide and fix it then resubmit it, if it is still wrong when I get it back Im deleting it and you'll have to start from scratch."  He tried to continue, "Well I-I-I.."  I interrupted, "It is wrong, now fix it and quick screwing up!  Get back to your chair and get to work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked away and D turned to me and said, "Wow, Sgt Mac, that was just mean"  I asked if she heard his soul crush as I was talking to him.  She agreed that she heard it crush.  I had to quickly correct her, "Uhh, no you didn't hear it crush, airmen have no soul, you don't get those until you are a sgt.  Now get back to work."  A1C L told G that it was going to be alright as long as he fixed it.  L then informed us all about a time when she almost cried from something I said after she submitted a jacked up report to me.  She said that she didn't actually cry but she cried on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After G fixed the report and resubmitted it I called him over.  I showed him why the second one was correct and asked if he had questions about why what he submitted before was wrong.  He assured me that he had no questions.  I told him to continue writing correct reports and he wouldn't be scolded anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be a mean SOB, but Im the same mean SOB to everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-3467240354366202323?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/3467240354366202323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=3467240354366202323&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3467240354366202323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3467240354366202323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-of-first.html' title='One of the first...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-3704006553575937688</id><published>2011-04-18T05:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T05:26:30.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's for dinner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I made it to the hotel, however on the ride back, the manager informed me that it wasn't a hotel but a guest house.  I think they took small apartments and they just rent them.  Im not sure, but that is my hypothesis.  The man that drove me from the airport to the 'guest house' gave me his business card so that I could call him to get back to the airport to pick up the fam.  According to his business card his name is 'Yong Gun'.  He can't be serious...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I asked the Young Gun if there was anywhere to get dinner.  He told me there were only Korean restaurants.  I was alright with this because I love Korean food.  I looked around the room and decided that it was good enough for a single night's stay.  So, I decided to head down to the first floor of the building to look for food.  I went to the first place that I saw, this might have been a bad idea.  I walked it and it was as if these people had never seen a white person before.  They spoke absolutely no English.  Luckily there was a former Republic of Korean (ROK) Marine around.  He spoke a little bit and helped me order.  He asked me what I wanted, and I said, "Bulgogi, or Galbi".  I should have specified what animal I wanted...  He ordered for me.  The waitress brought some kimchi, a radish soup of some sort, and the big bowl of meat and veggies for the food.  It looked good.  I wasn't sure what kind of meat it was, but it still looked good.  After about 10 or 15 minutes of it cooking, the waitress brought over a bowl, I couldn't see what was in the bowl but I did see tongs and scissors.  When she got to the table she used the tongs to grab the squid that was in the bowl.  She then placed the squid in the bowl of cooking deliciousness.  It was still moving, until she placed it in.  After putting it in she cut the tentacles off.  I decided that I didn't have a choice but to eat it.  I grabbed my chopsticks and started chowing down.  It was difficult to grab, but I made it happen.  I ate a good portion of it, but couldn't finish it all (it was a portion for 2).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I thanked the woman, told her it was good and rubbed my belly while smiling, paid my bill and left.  I wish I had looked around more before going in to eat there.  However, this adds to the list of animals that I've consumed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-3704006553575937688?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/3704006553575937688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=3704006553575937688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3704006553575937688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3704006553575937688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2011/04/whats-for-dinner.html' title='What&apos;s for dinner?'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-6117578761145817075</id><published>2011-04-18T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:58:53.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I tried...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I tried do something nice for Mary.  I scheduled for an ajuma to come to the apartment to clean it before she got home.  That way she would come home to a clean home.  I called my realtor Kenny and asked him if he could help me out.  He said, "Sure thing Marshall, I get ajuma for you."  I asked if I had to be home when she came or if she could come by while I was gone.  He told me that she could come while I was at work, and that it shouldn't be an issue.  I asked if she could come Monday, then I didn't have to worry about making any messes.  Sunday evening I picked up some clutter and made sure that all of the laundry was done (I forgot to fold the last load).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan was to leave work around 3 and get on the bus at 5 to head up to the airport.  When I got to the airport I was going to figure out how to get to the hotel and check-in then head back to the airport to wait for the family.  I got an e-mail at about 2:30 from Kenny, it read:  "Marshall, ajuma can't make it today............  maybe she come tomorrow to clean?"  I called him and explained that if she could get it cleaned by 11am (about when we should be back to the apartment) that would be fine.  He said that he would call me back.  I didn't leave work until about 3:15, and got home around 3:30.  I would have to leave by 4:30 to get to the base and catch the bus.  I called Kenny when I got home and he said that the ajuma couldn't finish it by 11am, and that he was having trouble finding someone that could.  I told him not to worry about it and that I would clean it (insert freak out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly cranked some music and grabbed the simple green and a rag.  I started in the kitchen:  I wiped down the stove, counter, water cooler, washed dishes, wiped down the sink and cleaned the sink drain like never before (F-ing gross!).  Then to the bathroom, sink then toilet then shower/tub (Sorry Mary I didn't do the floor).  Afterwards I had to do the other bathroom, there was no shower/tub in that one so it didn't take as long.  Finally it was time for the floors.  The floors are difficult here because there is so much dust.  I didn't want to fumble with the broom and dustpan, so I just snagged the swiffer (Dear Swiffer Company, Thank you for making my life easier).  I used the dry swiffer first (it took 2, or 3 I don't remember) and then the wet one.  I only used one wet swiffer because I needed the floor dry so that I could finish getting everything ready.  The house wasn't spotless, but it was good enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 4:15, so I decided that I had time to shower.  I took a quick shower and grabbed clothes for the morning, along with some baby formula, burp clothes, Mary's computer, and baby wipes.  I set up Mary's anniversary gift (more to come on that after she opens it) and called a cab.  While I was order the cab, I put on my shoes and zipped up my backpack.  I got the trash bag and went outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the cab, I realized that I only had $4, this would be enough for a cab, but nothing else.  Instead of getting the cab to the bus stop I got it to the BX, I went inside and grabbed a coke (I need my caffeine) and some pringles so that I could get cash back.  I proceeded to the bus stop and there was the bus waiting for me (it was about 4:50 at this point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got on the bus and double checked to make sure that I had Mary's flight info and the info to check into the hotel.  I realized that I forgot to get the number for the hotel shuttle bus, I triple checked my info and remembered that the website said to go to the information desk to get a pick-up, I hope it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the airport, went to the information desk and she said that they don't have a contact number for my hotel... Uh oh...  Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-6117578761145817075?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/6117578761145817075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=6117578761145817075&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/6117578761145817075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/6117578761145817075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-tried.html' title='I tried...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-5899794849838036056</id><published>2011-04-17T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T00:54:10.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This is a story from a few weeks ago:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I came into work one morning.  While eating my breakfast, checking e-mail, and starting the day 2 of our NCO trainees came in.  One of them I've known since I was deployed, Marty.  He B-lined it straight to my cubicle and started, "Mac, I need your help and only a douche bag like you can help me with this one."  I was excited to help, anytime I'm able to spread my douche-baggery, I'm game!  I asked him to fill me in.  He continued, "A1C W, stole my hat yesterday and I had to wear his home.  I want you to do what you do best, be an asshole and make him feel like shit for me."  I humbly agreed and explained my idea to them, I must admit it wasn't the best soul-crushing idea that I've ever had, but I hadn't even started my first cup of coffee when I came up with it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The plan:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I was going to be out of pocket with the other trainees got in.  Marty was going to ask about his hat and tell the Airman that I had his hat.  I was going to tell the airman that the hat was in a place that didn't exist.  We were going to let it ride as long as we could.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Even though it wasn't a great plan, I think we adapted it well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The execution:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I came into the office and Marty called me over.  He said, "Hey Sgt Mac, this is the Airman I was telling y..."  I cut him off, "Oh this is the thief, Mr. sticky fingers, Sir steals alot?  Well Airman, what do you have to say for youself?  You stole an NCO's cover, that isn't a little infraction, that is a big deal."  Airman W stood up to talk to me, "Uhh... Sgt McIntyre, I was told that you have my hat."  As he was saying this my coffee started kicking in and I started having a better plan, continue reading to see how it all panned out.  I told him that I had it, but since I didn't know who it belonged to, I sent it to the incinerator.  I then quickly changed the subject, I forget where I went with it, but I had a perfect segway.  When I was done with whatever I was saying, A1C W tried to say something to me but I cut him off with a comment about how I needed more coffee and since he didn't bring me any coffee I had to go get my own.  I also made sure that Marty got his hat back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I went back to my desk and did a few work things.  After about 5 or 10 minutes the Airmen (there were 3 airmen, to include the thief) started getting loud with their conversation.  In a normal office I would have let this slide, but since it is my job to positively influence these people, I had to shut them up.  I had a stack of papers that needed to be shredded.  I grabbed 1/3 of them and asked the airmen who was the oldest (I knew that A1C W was the youngest).  The oldest spoke up and I handed her the stack of papers and told her to shred them and then send the next youngest to me.  She shredded them and then the next guy came over, I gave him his stack.  When A1C W came to get his stack, he started with, "Sgt McIntyre, can you show me where the incinerator is?"  I quickly responded with, "I see no need for an incinerator, it is just a stack of papers."  As I was handing him his papers he tried asking me about his hat and the incinerator.  I interrupted him and told him just to use the shredder since he didn't have access to the room where the incinerator was located.  I also reminded him to hurry up because I had to escort them all to another office in a few minutes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Another 10 or 15 minutes passed and I had to get all of the trainees to take them to another office.  I was gathering them all and double-checked to make sure that they all had a pen, because I feel that while at work you should always have a pen on you (see 2 posts down).  When I was done I told A1C W not to worry about his hat because we weren't going outside.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I dropped them all off at that office and then went to do other stuff all around the building.  When I got back from lunch Marty told me about what happened while I was gone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Apparently W came back asking for his hat so that he could go to lunch.  Marty gave him the hat back but before he did he compared the hat to a weapon, saying that if we were in a combat zone and someone left with a weapon that wasn't his or hers then they could get in a ton of trouble and possibly lose rank.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This was a huge 3 or 4 hour gig/gag, but it was a wonderful start to a morning.  When the end of the day came, we made sure that W checked to make sure he had the correct hat, and we made fun of him in the days to follow.  All in all, I think it wasn't a great prank, but it was a good enough prank.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-5899794849838036056?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/5899794849838036056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=5899794849838036056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/5899794849838036056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/5899794849838036056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2011/04/wrong-hat.html' title='Wrong hat'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-1065233018700538311</id><published>2011-04-16T03:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T03:48:34.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake time?  NO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The other day I was having a stressful day.  It was about 3:30 or 4, so the day was almost over.  I sat down at my computer to send Mary and e-mail and clear my mind for a minute before I finished up everything for the day.  All of a sudden, I hear a voice, "Umm... Sgt McIntyre, I have a question."  I turn around and it is a girl that usually asks for signatures on papers, so it wasn't a big issue.  I asked what I could help her with, I noticed that she didn't have anything for me to sign, but she was eating cake...  She proceeded to tell me that the Wing (our 'daddy' unit) wanted some checklists.  While I do use these checklists, her office is the group in charge of keeping checklists up to date.  I informed her of this and she said that the Wing asked for these checklists a few weeks ago and that they needed them by the end of the day.  I raised my voice and asked her why she was just now trying to get them at the last minute if she had known about the request for so long.  She gave some worthless story, I didn't listen to it.  I then told her where the checklists were electronically and she asked me how she could move them from one computer system to another.  I told her to finish her cake and figure it out.  Her response, "Ill go talk to my boss and see what she wants us to do. Then Ill come back."  I raised my voice again, "GET OUT!  Im not going to help you finish a task that you've known about for weeks while you eat cake, go talk to whoever the hell you want to but don't come back here, now get out."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;If someone needs my help on something, even if it isn't my responsibility.  I do not mind helping hem, but Im not going to rush to help someone out last minute, especially if they are stuffing their mouth full of cake while asking for help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-1065233018700538311?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/1065233018700538311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=1065233018700538311&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/1065233018700538311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/1065233018700538311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2011/04/cake-time-no.html' title='Cake time?  NO!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-6357435693952139622</id><published>2011-04-13T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T06:49:13.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being prepared</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Another day in the life, well recently in my life I have been working in the training shop for my squadron.  I enjoy the work that Im doing because Im able to make changes and influence how training is being accomplished.  It is also my job not only as a non commissioned officer but as a trainer to make sure that the airmen are respecting rank the way that they should be and molding them into upstanding contributers to the Air Force.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Between training and other administrative work, I have found time to mentor these young Airmen.  Just today I handed a young 19-year old some papers to fill out after I handed them to him he looked at me and in a nervous voice he said, "Uhh.. Sergeant, do uhh you have a uhh pen that I could borrow?"  I swiftly responded, "Yes, yes I do have a pen.  Because when I woke up this morning and put on this uniform I decided that I would show up to work prepared.  I guess you did not...  Now you'd better try and find one, and get those papers filled out."  After searching for a few minutes he could not find one so I found a pen in my desk and gave it to him.  After filling out the papers he handed them back to me with the pen.  I told him to keep the pen and to always have one on him while in uniform.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;If I ever catch him without a pen, he will be scolded and ridiculed.  What can I say, that is my style...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-6357435693952139622?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/6357435693952139622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=6357435693952139622&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/6357435693952139622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/6357435693952139622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2011/04/being-prepared.html' title='Being prepared'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-1460679483094030798</id><published>2011-03-31T22:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T22:44:58.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy, busy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Im not sure if anyone still reads this blog, but I apologize for not updating it recently.  I have been busy with the move to Korea, Mary and the kids moving out, then my Grandpa died, then the holidays, I went TDY for a few weeks, and Oh yeah, I've been taking classes online also!  Busy, busy, buys.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;For the past 2 weeks my mother has been in Korea visiting us.  It has been great, we went to a big mall in Seoul, a folk village, e-mart, an open market near by, and all of my favorite restaurants.  It was nice to have 2 weeks off from work also.  However, I still had to go in a couple of times to take care of a few things.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;One of the things that I have been working on is a grant.  I will be officially graduating from the Community College of the Air Force the end of April.  With the graduation, I was able to apply for a grant to continue my education.  The grant needed to include the filled out application (including a signature from my Commander), any citations I have been awarded since enlisting, proof of current enrollment, and a narrative explaining what education meant to me and how my education would better the AF.  When the Commander signed my application she asked if I needed a letter of recommendation also.  While it wasn't a necessity it was something that would set me apart from everyone else, so I got one.  I turned in the application but won't know if I got it until the graduation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;In January I was named the Tiger of the month.  My squadron's mascot is a tiger, and the top performers for each group are called 'The Tiger of the Month'.  It isn't like I was given a plague or anything, but my name was in a frame in a hallway for a few weeks.  While on leave I found out that I was also named the Squadron technician of the quarter.  Im not sure if I won for the group also...  I think I do get a little desk decoration for winning that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Mary's grandmother also took a turn for the worse and passed away about a day ago.  She is going to fly home with the kids for the funeral this weekend and spend 2 weeks at home with her family.  It sucks that Bootsie died, however, she is no longer suffering.  When we told Maddox that Great Boo died, she asked if she was going to have a Heaven Party with Grandpa Mac (my grandfather) and Tipsy (my mother-in-law's dog that died).  It was one of the cutest things she has ever said.  We explained that Great Boo was sick, but now that she died she was no longer sick.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;While Mary is gone, I plan on getting caught up (and maybe even ahead) on school work, doing some deep cleaning, and maybe getting rid of some baby stuff.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The kids continue to get bigger and bigger!  Maddox is learning a good bit of Korean, and barely says hello or goodbye to anyone in English.  Maverick has learned to clap and will start crawling any day now.  However, Im probably going to miss it since Mary and the kids are leaving this weekend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That is all for now, I will try to update this blog more often, however I can't make any promises.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-1460679483094030798?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/1460679483094030798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=1460679483094030798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/1460679483094030798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/1460679483094030798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2011/03/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy, busy!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-7685448085883361925</id><published>2011-02-18T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T00:26:16.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being an adult</title><content type='html'>I don't agree with this entire list, however most of them are TRUE!:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Truths for Mature Humans:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;1.  I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;2.  Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;3.  I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;4.  There is a great need for a sarcasm font.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;5.  How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;6.  Was learning cursive really necessary?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;7.  Map Quest really needs to start their directions  on #5.  i'm pretty sure that I know how to get out of my neighborhood.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;8.  Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;9.  I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;10.  Bad decisions make good stories.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;11.  You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;12.  Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray?  I don't want to have to restart my collection... again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;13.  I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page technical report that I swear I did not make any changes to.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;14.  "Do not machine wash or tumble dry' mean I will never wash this - ever.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;15.  i hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello?  Hello?  Fuck it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail.  What did you do after I didn't answer?  Drop the phone and run away?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;16.  I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day.  What a waste.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;17.  I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;18.  I think the freezer deserves a light as well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;19.  I disagree with Kay Jewelers.  I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller lite than Kay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;20.  I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;21.  Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;22.  I would rather try to carry 10 over-loaded plastic bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;23.  The only time I look forward to a red light is when Im trying to finish a test.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;24.  I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;25.  How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just not and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;26.  I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front.  Stay strong, brothers and sisters!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;27.  Shirts get dirty.  Underwear gets girty.  Pants?  Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;28.  Is it just me or high school kids get dumber and dumber every year?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;29.  There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;30.  As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate bicyclists.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;31.  Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;31.  Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the donkey - but I'd bet my ass everyone can find and push the snooze button from three-feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first-time, every time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Many are my faves, but you should read and apply them to your life.  You should be able to look to your friends and say, "Rule no. 11" and they should know what you are talking about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-7685448085883361925?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/7685448085883361925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=7685448085883361925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/7685448085883361925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/7685448085883361925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2011/02/being-adult.html' title='Being an adult'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-370230626367871637</id><published>2011-01-01T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:19:30.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 review</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Mary and I started 2010 on our vacation.  She planned a surprise vacation for us and didn't tell me anything about it!  It was a ton of fun.  We stayed in a bed and breakfast where we had our own cottage, it was really nice!  We went to a couple of vineyards, a local brewery, and the Lurray Caverns.  It was nice to relax and not have any responsibilities for a few days.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The first week of January I tested for SSgt (I found out in FEB that I made it).  The second week I was on Temporary Duty (TDY) in Vegas (rough life).  I almost got sent to The Pentagon half way through the week to brief a few Generals, but my LT went instead.  Towards the end of January on a Saturday, I got a call from the Major that I was deployed with (he was a Captain during our deployment and got promoted after we got back).  He said, "Hey Mac, would your wife leave you if I sent you to Afghanistan?"  Well if that isn't a loaded question I don't know what is...  I asked him when we would be leaving and how long we would be gone.  He informed me that we would be leaving in 5-10 days and would be gone for 30-90 days.  I waited for Mary to wake up from her nap to ask her.  She said that she would be fine with it as long as I was gone more than 30 days (to get the family separation pay) and as long as I was back before the 4-month mark.  I relayed the info to my Major and we started preparing to leave within the week.  By the time Wednesday rolled around I was told I wasn't deploying.  No big deal, that meant more time with my family, or so I thought.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A few days later I was sent TDY to DC for a few days.  The day after I got back I found out that I was being sent TDY for 45 days to Mississippi and that I had orders to Korea!  I was being sent on the TDY to train people to deploy.  This excited me because it meant more responsibility and I got to teach!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The TDY was fun for the most part.  I didn't really have a boss and kind of got to make my own hours.  Towards the end of the TDY (maybe around day 30 or so) a LtCol came into my office area and asked what he had to do to keep me for another month.  I said, "I don't know Sir, Im just a lowly Senior Airman.  I assume that you need to contact my command at Langley and ask them.  But you are the LtCol..."  It ended up that I couldn't stay any longer than I was supposed to because I had to get back to Langley to attend Airman Leadership School (ALS) before I went to Korea.  This is the course that has to be taken before you can officially become a SSgt.  So I went back to Langley and got to see my family again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A few highlights from that trip were Mason and Jennie came down to see me, I made friends with the guys at the Mexican Restaurant (which got me lots of free beer and tequila), I got an awesome Waffle House coffee mug, and I may have met Andy Griffith's brother.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I got back to Langley and more or less went right to work.  Before I started ALS, a good friend of mine, Chris, committed suicide.  That was probably one of the worst things of 2010 for me.  I had to work for Chris that night and then the next day find a replacement for him, then the day after that I started ALS.  ALS wasn't too difficult, but I was coping with the suicide most of the class.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;As soon as I graduated ALS, I was officially a SSgt!  It took me just over 4-years to make it.  After ALS it was time to out process so that I could head to Korea.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We moved out of our house the last week of July and moved into the base hotel.  We had a decent 2-bedroom 1-bath place.  In the evenings when I got off of work I would take Maddox down to the playground behind the hotel.  She would play out there and burn off energy then we would go upstairs for dinner.  I started taking leave  a few days at a time in anticipation of Mav's birth.  This allowed Mary to relax and not worry about taking care of Maddox.  We spent lots of time walking around the mall and Target.  On the night of August 18th we went to Chipotle for dinner.  Afterwards we walked to Target to walk around some more.  As we walked from one to the other Mary had to stop walking a few times due to contractions.  We went back to the hotel and called our friend Jamie (she was going to take Maddox so that I could stay at the hospital with Mary).  I grabbed Maddox and all of her stuff for a few days then dropped her off.  When I got back to the hotel Mary was double checking to make sure that we had everything, but was having to stop for contractions every so often.  I started checking the tunnel traffic (the hotel was down in the Norfolk area and we were staying in the Hampton area and the two are separated by a bridge tunnel).  The traffic was pretty bad!  We got through without too much stopping.  i dropped Mary off at the front door and went to go park the car.  As I was grabbing the bag out of the back of the car Mary yelled "Its locked", but I heard "It broke".  I thought that her water broke (because she was standing in a puddle).  So I grabbed a towel out of the car and came running.  It turns out that the hospital locks that door at night.  Luckily a hospital worker was coming in through that door and was nice enough to let us in.  We got to the room and less than 3 hours later Maverick Garrett was born!  He was born just after midnight early on a Thursday morning two weeks before I had to go to Korea (just like Maddox).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Jamie offered to bring Maddox down to see Maverick, but we thought it would be best if she met him at a place that she knew.  Since we didn't have a home at the time, the hotel would be the place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We had already decided that Mary and the kids would come out to Korea as soon as she got a passport for Mav.  So I went to Korea alone at first.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I was put up in a crappy dorm room on base and told that I wouldn't be able to move off base.  I found an apartment for us to live in as soon as Mary and the kids got to Korea.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My Grandpa had quadruple bypass surgery in October.  He ended up never fully recovering from the surgery.  He passed away the weekend before Thanksgiving.  I woke up the Monday before Thanksgiving (around 4 or 5 in the morning) and had a voicemail on Skype.  It was Dad telling me that Grandpa passed.  I woke up Mary to tell her what happened and then went to call Dad back.  I talked to him for a few minutes but he had to pass me off to Mom.  It was rough hearing my Dad like that.  I asked Mom when she wanted me to come home.  She said that I didn't have to do it because of the money that it would cost.  I told her that I could get a flight really cheap.  I went to work to figure everything out.  I was able to fly home last minute to be with my parents, my brothers, my sister-in-law, my grandmother and my aunt, uncle, and cousin.  the reason for us to all be together was sad but it was still good to see everyone.  I brought a few bottles of soju with me to introduce my brothers to the mythical drink.  They both liked it but Mason's stomach didn't!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My Grandpa, Marshall Graham McIntyre, is who I am named after.  He grew up on a farm in Illinois, and enlisted in the Air Force.  He got out of the military as a SSgt.  He was stationed in South Korea for a short time at the same base that Im currently stationed.  Grandpa Mac will forever be missed.  That was the other low point of 2010.  However, Grandpa isn't sick anymore!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;Mary explained what happened to Grandpa Mac while I was at work.  A few months prior Mary had to explain death because Mary's parent's dog (Tipsy) died and that is where she and the kids were living at the time.  When Mary explained that Grandpa Mac was sick and that he died and went to Heaven, Maddox danced around and said, "Woo Hoo Grandpa Mac can be friends with Tipsy."  She was happy that they will be together in Heaven!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I got back to Korea to my beautiful family and immediately went back to work.  Work has been kind of crazy and busy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;December came around and I was assigned my first subordinate.  This was exciting and scary all at the same time.  So far it has been good!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;In 2010 I took 6 college courses.  I finally reached 'Junior' status in school!  It only took me seven years...  I might be able to finish my degree in 2011, but it is going to depend on how tough the 300- and 400-level courses are!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;2011 is already showing a lot for us!  In January I will be moved to a new office and I will be given new responsibilities.  My mom is coming to visit in March, also March 21st will be my 5-year anniversary in the military.  Cinco de Mayo will be our 5th wedding anniversary!  Maddox will turn 4 and Maverick will turn 1 in August.  September we will leave Korea.  Finally we will get to Germany in October!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;Wish us luck!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-370230626367871637?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/370230626367871637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=370230626367871637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/370230626367871637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/370230626367871637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-review.html' title='2010 review'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-3764638697145651022</id><published>2010-11-09T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T05:08:50.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my job</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Monday was my first day back at work after a few days of leave to help Mary and the kids get settled in the apartment at on base.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The day started off normal:  gym, full water bottle, fresh cup of coffee, and me and my computer!  After a few hours of work there was a slight twist.  We ended up not having any work to do.  The Airmen had to go do upgrade training stuff and the Sgts had to do admin stuff.  Since I didn't have admin stuff, I finished up what I was working on and then went to help the Airmen.  They were having trouble find answers to a few questions.  I spent about 30 or 45 minutes explaining a few things to them.  They thanked me and greatly appreciated my teachings.  They asked me to help them more when I had the time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I deeply enjoy my job and love to share my passion for it with others!  The time I spent with them was energizing!  I hope that I have more chances to share what I have learned!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-3764638697145651022?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/3764638697145651022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=3764638697145651022&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3764638697145651022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3764638697145651022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-my-job.html' title='I love my job'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-5363053386609364919</id><published>2010-11-05T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T06:07:40.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Language Barrier</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Something happened today.  Im not going to say that it is funny due to a quote from SHIT MY DAD SAYS:  &lt;span style="font: 14.0px 'Lucida Grande'; color: #333233; background-color: #f7f7f7"&gt;"Don't start a story with This is SO funny. Be like saying My dick's huge before you screw. Even if you're right you sound like an asshole."&lt;/span&gt;  I'll just say I've got a story for you!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Maddox and I were putting together a shoe rack this afternoon, Maverick was sleeping, Mary was cleaning, and Leslie was sitting on the couch playing cards and entertaining Maddox when she would lose interest in the shoe rack.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Then the doorbell rang, it was the guy that installed our internet a few days prior.  I didn't know why he was here, but he said something about installing permanent internet.  After about 10 or 15 minutes of work he said that he would be leaving.  I asked him, "What did you do?"  His response, "I add free porn."  I kind of got excited, looked at Leslie, looked back at the guy and then he said it again, "Free porn."  My response, "Porn, like on the TV?  Is it locked so that my daughter wont see it?"  He laughed and said, "porrrrnnn" then held his hand up to his ear like a phone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So we either have free phone service or some kinky adult TV stations...  I haven't checked yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-5363053386609364919?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/5363053386609364919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=5363053386609364919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/5363053386609364919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/5363053386609364919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2010/11/language-barrier.html' title='Language Barrier'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-2278644296015054891</id><published>2010-10-31T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T07:51:58.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I found this video early in Mary's pregnancy with Maverick.  She used it to tell people on facebook that she was pregnant again.  I think the song is funny and I love that Mary thinks its funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tJRzBpFjJS8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tJRzBpFjJS8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"I dont care if its limbless and brain dead if it has a penis"  That is probably my favorite quote from the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mary and the kids get here on Wednesday along with Mary's mother.  Im excited to have my family again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-2278644296015054891?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/2278644296015054891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=2278644296015054891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/2278644296015054891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/2278644296015054891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2010/10/pregnant-women.html' title='Pregnant women'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-4673231622503393963</id><published>2010-10-29T06:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T06:52:35.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marshall G. McIntyre</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I once asked my Grandpa who he was named after.  I was curious since I was clearly named after him.  He told me that he was named after his Father's friend.  Im sure that there was more to the story, but that is what I remember.  From what I was told, Mom and Dad either hadn't picked out a name or hadn't told anyone the name until I was born.  They later called Grandma and Grandpa tell them that I was born and that they named me Marshall.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Growing up my brother's and I would spend Summers with our grandparents.  I remember going into work with Grandpa and one of his business partners telling me that my name wasn't Marshall because that was Grandpa's name, and if we had the same name, people would get us confused.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Anytime I would talk to Grandma on the phone and she would pass me off to Grandpa, she always said, "Mac, its your name sake on the phone."  I think when Grandpa was in the service he started going by Mac, turns out all of have gotten that one!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Grandpa was the first MGM, then he named his kids  with the same initials.  Then Dad named us (including a dog) with those initials, then I married Mary and she all of a sudden had those initials, then we named our kids (and a dog) with those initials.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I've gotten alot from Grandpa, and I love the man.  I got word, right before going into work Friday morning (Korea time) that he would be having double bypass surgery Friday morning (Eastern time).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Prayers, happy thoughts, good deeds, puppy kicking... etc.  Whatever it is that you do to help people, do it and think of my Grandfather please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-4673231622503393963?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/4673231622503393963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=4673231622503393963&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/4673231622503393963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/4673231622503393963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2010/10/marshall-g-mcintyre.html' title='Marshall G. McIntyre'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-4781212931854739889</id><published>2010-10-24T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T21:13:05.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Park and school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today I went to drop off a few more things at the apartment and then went to lunch at a little Korean place near the apartment with a friend that is TDY here.  The food was good, the sides were alright, I've had better sides.  But the price was the best thing!  For the two of us, with water to drink we only paid a total of 13,000 Won!  Which is about $11.50!  I think the price made up for the side dishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way from the apartment to the restaurant I got a picture of a little 'park'.  There are a few exercise machines, benches, swings and a basketball hoop.  I think Maddox will enjoy it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMUCcALe1yI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2G8XWvnw5gY/s1600/DSCN0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMUCcALe1yI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2G8XWvnw5gY/s200/DSCN0385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531830397402273570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took this picture from the same spot as the last picture.  This is The Castle.  That is where Maddox is going to go to school.  Awesome building isn't it?  There is a huge slide on the other side of the building, I should have gotten a picture of it also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMUCbiIWzMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ZjDydWsKaXo/s1600/DSCN0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMUCbiIWzMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ZjDydWsKaXo/s200/DSCN0386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531830389336100034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-4781212931854739889?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/4781212931854739889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=4781212931854739889&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/4781212931854739889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/4781212931854739889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2010/10/park-and-school.html' title='Park and school'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMUCcALe1yI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2G8XWvnw5gY/s72-c/DSCN0385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-3719886135716449193</id><published>2010-10-24T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T05:48:27.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E-mart trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I went to the E-mart which is like a Korean wal-mart but with excellent service!  If you want to use a cart, you have to pay 100 won, which is like a dime or so.  However, when you are done, you get the dime back so it isn't that big of a deal.  I was going to get some recycling bags for our apartment so that we would remember how to separate the recycling.  Also I wanted to get some training chopsticks for Maddox.  The trip to E-mart wasn't difficult at all.  I got there and started wandering around to find what I wanted.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I mentioned the excellent service.  At the end of each aisle they have employees standing there holding whatever product is on that aisle.  Also in the food aisles they have samples on almost every aisle.  AND to top it off there are people walking around to help you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;After circling the store both upstairs and downstairs.  I realized that the music playing in the store was English.  To top it off if was Guns and Roses 'Every Rose has Its Thorn'.  Such a great song.  i started singing along and kind of dancing as I walked.  As the chorus started there they were!  The recycling bags were right in front of my eyes!  On the next aisle were the chopsticks.  I was super excited.  Afterwards I walked through the grocery section to see what the prices were like on instant coffee.  I can get it cheaper at another place that I know of.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;When I got back to the base area, I timed my walk from the gate to the apartment.  It was about 10 minutes give or take.  I stopped at 7-11 on the way because I wanted to make sure the apartment had toilet paper.  There is nothing worse than not having toilet paper, you never know when you are going to need it!  I also stopped to talk to a guy in my apartment complex that was taking his trash out.  He seemed like a nice guy and said that the apartments were nice there and that people were nice in the area.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I dropped off the bags and the chopsticks and took note of shower curtains and checked to see if there was anything else that we might need for the apartment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;All in all, it was a successful trip.  I want to take Leslie there when she is here, mainly so that she can see more than just the base, but also because I think it will be a fun trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-3719886135716449193?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/3719886135716449193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=3719886135716449193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3719886135716449193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3719886135716449193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-mart-trip.html' title='E-mart trip'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-8127546222027727592</id><published>2010-10-24T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T03:59:26.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The new apartment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQQPLTC-9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/C1hC4xRTUig/s1600/DSCN0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the entrance to the new apartment. The complex is called Wingdom, the only reason I remembered the name is because I thought of kingdom, but with a W. Our apartment is about 10 steps down inside those glass doors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQF_CRLOeI/AAAAAAAAAII/elMJJtLduM0/s200/DSCN0384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531552822816618978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you open the front door, there is a cabinet on the right.  This is the cabinet that you put your shoes in.  Then Koreans put on their house shoes.  I don't know who learned from who, but this is sounding oddly like Mr. Rogers...  To the left is the doorway into the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQGAfYRFlI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LwTyhBqIj9M/s1600/DSCN0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQF_bd3TlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/DqdaRYK0-Aw/s200/DSCN0369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531552829580725842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is standing in the mud/shoe room looking into the apartment.  The master bedroom is straight back.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQF_i8F_OI/AAAAAAAAAIY/6t_0BxFTA6U/s1600/DSCN0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQF_i8F_OI/AAAAAAAAAIY/6t_0BxFTA6U/s200/DSCN0370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531552831586565346" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To the right of the front door is the first bedroom.  Right now it has a bed and an ironing board.  The glass door is something that most if not all Korean homes and apartments have.  Usually every room will have these.  It is kind of like a patio.  It has windows and tile floors.  I don't know exactly, but you'll be seeing them often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQF_5gwCvI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Id4NIsak3DM/s200/DSCN0371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531552837645896434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To the left of the front door is the kitchen.  Out on the 'patio' is the dryer and a cabinet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQGAfYRFlI/AAAAAAAAAIo/LwTyhBqIj9M/s200/DSCN0372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531552847810860626" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The sink in the kitchen.  There is a drying rack hanging just above the sink.  Also the open shelves on the right of the screen, that is where the microwave and rice cooker go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQHZaoLaRI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IfHw5BIk7NA/s1600/DSCN0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQHZaoLaRI/AAAAAAAAAJA/IfHw5BIk7NA/s200/DSCN0381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531554375543777554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fridge (obviously).  It is a normal fridge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQHYqJQVKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0iv-Sh8tdB8/s1600/DSCN0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQHYqJQVKI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0iv-Sh8tdB8/s200/DSCN0382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531554362529174690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dinning room table to the right is the fridge and the left is the shoe room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQHX-PXFwI/AAAAAAAAAIw/u71fAGg3Zsg/s1600/DSCN0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQHX-PXFwI/AAAAAAAAAIw/u71fAGg3Zsg/s200/DSCN0383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531554350743623426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;The kitchen 'patio' has an American dryer.  A dryer in a Korean home is an oddity.  They don't like appliances that only do one thing (except for the rice cooker).  They don't use coffee pots, they use instant coffee and either a tea kettle or a hot water dispenser.  Usually their washers have a drying feature or they hang dry.  I think that we will hang dry to cut down on the amount of energy we consume.  Behind where Im standing is a cabinet.  To the left near the ceiling are small windows and the door back to the kitchen is on the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQQPLTC-9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/C1hC4xRTUig/s200/DSCN0373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531564095234571218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just past the first bedroom is the living room.  There is an A/C unit in the corner, a couch, an ottoman, and 2 tables stacked.  The tables will be unstacked and one will be a coffee table and one will be the TV stand.  This 'patio' houses the washer and a drying rack that hangs from the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQINe1fn7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3PYyKbtpNbE/s1600/DSCN0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQINe1fn7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3PYyKbtpNbE/s200/DSCN0374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531555270026567602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the washer on the 'patio'.  The white cord with a black handle hanging from the ceiling has the drying rack attached to it.  Also if you look at the back left corner of the washer near the ground you can see the drain pipe.  There is a drain on the floor for the washer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQIMxg9kjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/91AYlSeVDOw/s1600/DSCN0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQIMxg9kjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/91AYlSeVDOw/s200/DSCN0375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531555257860854322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Behind the kitchen and off of the living room is the second bedroom.  Currently it has a desk and a chair.  There will be a twin bed going into this room, and possible the desk getting moved out.  Possibly using it as the TV stand or just having a desk in the living room.  This patio has small windows like the dryer and the master bedroom patios.  Because that side of the apartment is underground.  This is a good thing because it will cut down on the amount of light in the morning, for that reason I'm thinking this should be Maddox's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQIMoV4q5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/i7rlsc6SbDY/s1600/DSCN0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQIMoV4q5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/i7rlsc6SbDY/s200/DSCN0376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531555255398476690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the bathroom behind the living room and opposite the previous bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQIMenUxaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-x_Oc4Ad7E8/s1600/DSCN0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQIMenUxaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-x_Oc4Ad7E8/s200/DSCN0377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531555252787266978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tub has indentions for your butt.  Just incase you weren't sure where to park it, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQIMABHOjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rAi1MX1RuOU/s1600/DSCN0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQIMABHOjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rAi1MX1RuOU/s200/DSCN0378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531555244573932082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the master bedroom (with half of the mattress pad that we got for it, it needs to air out before the other one is placed on top of it).  I forgot to get a picture of it, but to the left there are 3 wardrobes, that is where all of our clothes will go.  We might have to move one into Maddox's room.  The master bath is to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQHbJxqk6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/d_1tZPpFqqs/s1600/DSCN0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQHbJxqk6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/d_1tZPpFqqs/s200/DSCN0379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531554405379904418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the master bath.  Kind of small, but at least we have one.  There isn't an actual shower, just a shower head and a drain on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQHaf3KZaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BVDN0eJB3fY/s1600/DSCN0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQHaf3KZaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BVDN0eJB3fY/s200/DSCN0380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531554394128672162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That is it for now.  Once Mary and the kids get here we will get some more pictures posted.  I hope that everyone enjoyed it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-8127546222027727592?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/8127546222027727592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=8127546222027727592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/8127546222027727592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/8127546222027727592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-apartment.html' title='The new apartment'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TMQF_CRLOeI/AAAAAAAAAII/elMJJtLduM0/s72-c/DSCN0384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-3513996882964697312</id><published>2010-10-18T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T05:11:44.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apartment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;To prepare for the arrival of Mary and the kids, I started looking for an apartment for us.  I was looking for something close to base, three bedroom and at least one bathtub.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I went and talked the first realtor.  He worked for Century 21 realty and was named Kenny.  His English was decent.  We got into his minivan and he took me to a place called Wingdom.  He showed me a nice 3 bedroom 2 bath on the third floor.  I really liked the place, but it needed 2 more beds.  He showed me a couple of other places, but none of them really stuck in my mind.  Kenny dropped me off at his office while he parked the car.  Kenny's boss, Tony, came over and started filling out paperwork and asking for a deposit.  I told him I liked the place but I needed to talk to a few other realtors.  I told him I would be back later in the day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Next I went to Smile realty and talked to Mr. Kim.  Mr. Kim said that he had a great place for me and he would take me to it.  He took me to a place called Life Apartments.  These apartments house a lot of Americans and are very nice, but they are very far from the base.  I explained that I liked it but it was too far.  Mr. Kim then took me to a house that had a second floor apartment.  This place was extremely random.  The kitchen was a hallway with glass doors and walls, very odd!  Then he took me to another second floor apartment.  It was very nice, but it only had 2 bedrooms.  I told Mr. Kim I had to think about it and talk to another guy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Then I went to Virginia realty and talked to Kenny.  Kenny speaks English like an american.  He said he lived in America for almost 30 years.  The first place that Kenny took me was an upstairs apartment.  Inside the gate was a dog that was very skiddish and quiet.  The apartment wasn't too bad, but it did have roof access which is very nice.  Although it was only a 2 bedroom.  Next he showed me two places by an alternate gate to the base.  However, that would put us farther away from everything.  One of them looked just like Wingdom and when I told Kenny this, he said that his Uncle owns Wingdom and he had some places there.  I told him about my other experience with the other Kenny.  VA Realty Kenny told me that he could hook me up since his Uncle owned it.  He showed me a 3 bedroom 2 bath that was technically on the first floor but when you walked in the door you had to go down about 10 steps.  This place had a washer and a dryer and a bathtub.  It was a beautiful place but it was missing a third bed.  Kenny told me that he would include internet and cable in the rent.  Also, he said that he would get us a microwave and a water dispenser along with 4 5-gallon jugs of water a month!  Then he took me up to the roof and told me I could grill out up there if I wanted to.  While we were on the roof, I saw the preschool that I want Maddox to go to.  I mentioned that to Kenny and he said that he would take me there and help me get her registered.  We walked in and filled out some paperwork and they said that she can start any time we want her to start.  The preschool is Monday through Friday 9am-5pm and it looks like a castle (that is the name of it) finally there was a dalmatian tied up in the front of the school also.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I gave Kenny the money to hold the apartment for us and set everything else up.  When Mary and the kids get here, we will be able to go straight to the apartment.  All in all today was a good day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-3513996882964697312?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/3513996882964697312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=3513996882964697312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3513996882964697312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3513996882964697312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2010/10/apartment.html' title='Apartment'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-6039882221376547334</id><published>2010-10-11T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T23:34:03.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Show Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This past weekend was the airshow here on base.  It was pretty cool to be at an airshow in a foreign country!  There were US aircraft and also ROK (Republic Of Korea) aircraft.  The US had a C-130, C-17, a Blackhawk, F-16, Chinook.  The ROKs had F-15's, F-16's, Helix, F-4, and some other crazy birds.  I was most excited about the Helix.  The Helix is a Russian helicopter that had double stacked rotors that spin in opposite directions, this means that the helo doesn't need a tail rotor.  The one that they had on display was set up to put out forest fires.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Whenever the announcer said anything, a Korean came on and said the announcement again in Korean.  This made for very long announcements.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My squadron's booster club had a booth selling hamburgers and hotdogs.  Saturday I showed up with the intentions of wearing the squadron mascot tiger suit.  It was a very hot day out and that suit does not breathe.  I was in the suit for about 7 hours straight and took water breaks periodically to hydrate.  However, the little kids wouldn't leave me alone long enough to get that break. Also Koreans don't have the same personal bubble that Americans have, nor do parents discipline their kids at all.  So kids were real nice about giving high fives and shaking hands, but they then wouldn't leave me alone.  There were times when kids were around me pulling on the tail and messing with the feet and there were no parents anywhere around.  I had no clue where the parents went.  For the most part everyone was friendly.  During the National Anthem, a Korean wanted to take a picture with me, and didn't understand why I was standing there with my hand over my heart.  She then punched me in the head, I told her to shut up and go away, but I don't think she understood that either.  All in all it was a good day!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Sunday the show was still going on so I decided to ho volunteer again.  Except this time I didn't want to wear the suit.  I helped on the grill.  It was me and two others working the grill.  One person flipped burgers and dogs, one put ready burgers and dogs on buns for customers and one put raw burgers and dogs on.  We had a great system going.  Then public health came by and said that the two flipping burgers had to have gloves on.  They weren't wearing gloves because the gloves were melting to their hands.  i had gloves on because I was putting the raw meat on the grill.  This conversation with public health pissed off one of the other guys so he left.  He had already put in 10 or 15 hours between the two days, and he decided that was the breaking point.  We recruited someone else and continued our wonderful grilling techniques.  Later on, two new people showed up, a flight chief and a captain, to help out.  They came to the grill and immediately changed our system.  Their new system wasn't working and they wouldn't listen to me when I tried to explain this to them.  As this happened I got a call from a friend saying that he was just getting to the show.  So I decided that I had volunteered enough and it was time for me to call it quits as well.  I went and joined my friend and got to see the final part of the show which was a search and rescue scenario.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I had Monday off from work and decided to do nothing but watch TV shows online.  I started watching The Good Guys.  This is an action/comedy cop show that has Tom Hanks' son in it.  The show isn't too bad and I find it to be funny, so I continued watching it.  Im about to watch the 9th episode.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Tuesday I was woken up around 7am by one of the other Sgts from my team.  He was going around telling everyone that we didn't have to work today.  I stayed up and talked to Mary and the kids on Skype.  Later I went to the gym and post office.  I just finished my homework for the week (minus a quiz Im going to take after episode 9).  Tomorrow work shouldn't be too bad and then we are off thursday and will work Friday and the weekend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A friend from Seoul was talking about going to Everland (an amusement park) this weekend, but Im not sure what my work schedule will bring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-6039882221376547334?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/6039882221376547334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=6039882221376547334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/6039882221376547334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/6039882221376547334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2010/10/air-show-weekend.html' title='Air Show Weekend'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-3806271681370073084</id><published>2010-10-04T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T04:54:06.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The past few days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So Friday we had a bunch of computer issues at work and it was screwing me up all day long and I couldn't do anything to get out of the funk I was in.  So I had a a pretty shitty day!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The next day we had to be into work by 0630, so most everyone was tired from having to get up so early.  However, I had my magical Waffle House coffee mug.  So my morning was starting off wonderfully!  And the computers were working!  AND better yet:  The boss said he would buy beer if we got our work done fast!  We got our work done and left around 1630 or 1645, and the boss bought us a few pitchers of beer, it was a good time.  Some of the guys said that they were going out later that night and asked if I wanted to go.  I went and had a great time!  We went to a bar that has a couple of beer pong tables, and we played a few games.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I got up the next morning (Sunday)and made sure all of my schoolwork for the week was done (it was).  I then proceeded to sit around, watch movies, and do as little as possible.  It was great!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Today (Monday) I did all of my school work except for my quiz, Ill do that tomorrow.  I also went to the gym for about an hour and half or so.  It was a good workout and I feel great now!  Im finishing off the night with the latest episode of the Office.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Im working Wed-Fri this week and Im supposed to have dinner with friends from Langley this weekend and maybe go see Mary's friend from Greensboro and catch a beer.  It should be a good week and weekend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-3806271681370073084?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/3806271681370073084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=3806271681370073084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3806271681370073084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3806271681370073084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2010/10/past-few-days.html' title='The past few days'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-5230251949303920619</id><published>2010-09-27T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T04:35:07.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend and Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Saturday I slept in and met some friends from Langley at an event on base.  They had free BBQ and live music!  The food was alright, and the music was good but it was REALLY loud!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;After listening to some music I went back with the friends to see their apartment.  I think this place might be a winner for us to live in.  It is really close to base and has 3 bedrooms.  Afterwards the 3 of us walked around downtown and they showed me some of their favorite places and I showed them some of mine.  Sunday I slept in again and then did homework and watched TV and movies online.  In the evening I got to talk to Mary and Maddox on the phone and see Maverick (he doesn't talk too much).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Maddox is getting so big and her new haircut is super cute!  Maddox was so happy to write her name on a piece of paper and then show it to me.  She also showed me her little toy pony and I showed her my Donald Duck toy that she used to play with.  She also wanted to see out of my window because she didn't believe that it was dark outside here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Monday was probably one of the best Monday's I've had in a LONG time!  I woke up early and went to the gym.  After the gym I showered and got some breakfast.  I had the brilliant idea of taking a few of my instant coffee bags to work with me.  I made some coffee as soon as I got it.  It was wonderful!  Work started and everything was going great.  It was my last day with my trainer (a good friend of mine from my last trip out here). Before I got too far into my work I had to go and get a flu shot and a TB test.  I got back to work and continued with my work.  About half way through the day we got into a discussion about whether we should use the word 'to' or 'and'.  After about ten minutes we decided there were certain circumstances for each...  That means nothing anyways, but I am re-qualified now!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;After work I went back to the gym then back to my room and showered and got some dinner.  Now Im watching The Unit online and relaxing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-5230251949303920619?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/5230251949303920619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=5230251949303920619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/5230251949303920619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/5230251949303920619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2010/09/weekend-and-monday.html' title='Weekend and Monday'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-6298003645971264983</id><published>2010-09-22T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T05:05:20.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chipper Chuseok!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Today 22 September was the Korean holiday known as Chuseok.  In Hangul (the written Korean language) it is &lt;span style="font: 13.0px AppleGothic"&gt;추석.  &lt;/span&gt;Good luck on reading that one!  It is the 3-day Korean holiday celebrating the harvest.  Chuseok always falls on the 15th day of the 8th month in the Lunar Calendar (confused yet?).They usually travel all over the country to be with their family.  On the first morning on Chuseok, they take food and drink to the tombs of their ancestors.  They believe that the bountiful harvest is  attributed to the blessings of their ancestors.  A main food of Chseok is songpyeon (&lt;span style="font: 13.0px AppleGothic"&gt;송편&lt;/span&gt;).  Songpyeon is crescent-shaped rice cake that is steamed over pine needles.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Since we are here in Korea, we were given the day off!  I decided to make the most of my day!  I slept in, did homework, and went to 2 classes at the gym.  i also watched some NCIS online and watched some music videos on youtube, to include The Old Crow Medicine Show, The Avett Brothers, Michael Franti, and Ok Go.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;All in all I would say that it was a good day.  I think Ill go to bed in a bit and then get up early and go to the gym before work tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Happy Chuseok and enjoy the rest of it!  That is all from Korea, goodnight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-6298003645971264983?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/6298003645971264983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=6298003645971264983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/6298003645971264983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/6298003645971264983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2010/09/chipper-chuseok.html' title='Chipper Chuseok!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-2893431572516062141</id><published>2010-09-18T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T02:31:41.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free beer and good friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Friday night my friend Jody was in town. Jody and I were stationed here at Osan together back in 2007. He has since gotten out of the military and become a contractor. He travels all over but we usually miss each other. One time I went TDY down to Robbins AFB (where he was working and living at the time), the day I got there he went to Langley AFB (where I was stationed). We just missed each other and might have actually been in the airport at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TJSGsZYqRvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BUMwCfxoRMA/s1600/CIMG0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TJSGsZYqRvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BUMwCfxoRMA/s200/CIMG0860.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518183540722386674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jody and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This was the first time we have been able to meet up. We went and got a beer at a place called Corner.  Oddly enough the bar is on the corner of a block, who would have though?  This bar just like all of the other bars has beer, soju, pool, darts and loud music.  However, Corner brings something a little extra, something no other bar has here.  The bottom of their beer mugs unscrew and ice drops out of them.  This comes in handy for throwing!  When you finish your beer, a waitress unscrews it and walks you over to the throwing line.  She then hands you the ice.  You throw the ice at the wall and if you hit the sensor the lights flash and everyone congratulates you!  Then when you get back to your table, they bring you a free beer.  Its great, but not too many people are able to hit it.  When I finished my beer, she walked me over and handed me the ice.  I threw it and all of a sudden the green lights all around it started flashing.  Everyone congratulated me and when I got back to the table she brought me a fresh beer!  It was great.  However, when I threw the second piece of ice I missed the buzzer.  I was about half a foot off...  Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-2893431572516062141?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/2893431572516062141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=2893431572516062141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/2893431572516062141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/2893431572516062141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2010/09/free-beer-and-good-friends.html' title='Free beer and good friends'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/TJSGsZYqRvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/BUMwCfxoRMA/s72-c/CIMG0860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-496375456903099757</id><published>2010-09-17T02:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T02:13:51.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trivia and whatnot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Thursday I decided to take the train to Itaewon, a shopping district in Seoul.  A friend of Mary's, Chris, invited me to go play trivia there.  It was a long and crowded 2-hour train ride.  When I finally arrived, Chris met me right outside of the station.  He took me to a small bar that was full of American and Canadiens.  I had a delicious spicy chicken sandwich!  Afterwards we went down stairs to play some trivia.  There were 4 categories with 10 questions each.  I only knew the answers to maybe 5 or 6 questions, but some of them were really difficult.  For instance:  What island received the George Cross in 1942?  Im sorry the what from who???  The final category was titled 'Shit I Found on the Internet'.  I don't remember any of the questions from this category, but I liked the name.  Around 9:30pm or so we found out that we had lost.  Since I knew that I had at least a 2-hour train ride home, I decided to go ahead and leave.  The train ride was going well until the train stopped and there was a long announcement (in Korean) and then the lights turned off...  I thought about it and remembered this happening when I was here last time.  However, last time it happened to me I was with Korean linguists and they were able to figure out that we just had to board the next train.  This time though, the train had taken an alternate exit.  Instead of stopping on the main line, the train had pulled off a stop.  I had to talk to a Korean that spoke very little Engrish to figure out what I had to do.  I had to take a taxi to the previous stop and wait for the next train.  This detour added at least half an hour to my trip and an additional 4,500 Won (roughly $5).  That sucked, but when I got to the correct train station and looked around I remembered it was the station that we always had to stop at to switch trains late at night.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Work today was non eventful...  I filled out some paper work and got some stuff set up.  An airman asked me some career questions that I was happy to answer.  It is still weird to be called Sgt, but back and Langley everyone knew me as Mac, so they very rarely used my rank.  Even my Commander, Chief, and Shirt called me Mac.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;When I got back to my room, I found out that one of my friends from when I was in Korea last time is TDY for the week.  I think Im going to meet him for a beer later this evening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-496375456903099757?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/496375456903099757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=496375456903099757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/496375456903099757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/496375456903099757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2010/09/trivia-and-whatnot.html' title='Trivia and whatnot'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-554166831761538567</id><published>2010-09-14T04:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T04:46:18.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>internets</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Well I guess I have to get the internet access in my dorm room turned on... I had been 'borrowing' a neighbor's, but this evening he blocked my computer's IP.  Since my internet stopped working I decided to go to the enlisted club to do some homework.  I walked in and heard a lot of cheering.  I guess tuesday night at the club they replay football games, who knew?  I got a little bit of work done, but not enough.  I'll go to the BX tomorrow and make the appointment to get my internet turned on.  That is all for now from the ROK&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-554166831761538567?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/554166831761538567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=554166831761538567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/554166831761538567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/554166831761538567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2010/09/internets.html' title='internets'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-3018006708766148191</id><published>2010-09-13T05:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T05:35:35.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dorm and school</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I was given a dorm room Friday morning.  My accommodations are nothing like I had last time I was here.  Last time I shared a kitchen and bathroom with one other person and I lived in a fairly new dorm.  Now, I live in an older dorm, I still share a bathroom, but now I share the kitchen with the entire dorm.  This makes it very undesirable to cook.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My science class is very non-informational.  The instructor hasn't given us any grades, so I don't know if I'm doing the assignments to her liking.  This is definitely a class that I want to be over, and soon.  After this class I will have roughly 14 more classes left to take.  However, minus a 200-level English class the rest will be 300-level Criminal Justice classes, that means lots of case studies and lots of writing...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I haven't started working yet, so I don't have too much going on.  I hope everyone is doing well, and I'll try to keep everyone informed on as much as possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-3018006708766148191?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/3018006708766148191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=3018006708766148191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3018006708766148191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3018006708766148191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2010/09/dorm-and-school.html' title='dorm and school'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-4808461035526327086</id><published>2010-09-08T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T05:10:31.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GREEK!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It was 8pm Wednesday night and I was having trouble keeping my eyes opened.  I hadn't eaten and I knew it was too early to go to sleep.  So, I put on shoes and went downtown to get some food.  When I was here in 2007 I used to go to a little Greek restaurant.  Two Korean sisters ran it, Sunny and Honey are their names.  Next to this Greek place is a bar called Happy House.  Happy House is one of the bars that you can sit outside and drink, so we would go there, drink and when we got hungry Sunny and Honey would bring us food.  It was great.  I always find it funny when I go to the Greek place, or a Chinese place or anything besides a Korean place.  I find it funny that a Korean serves me Greek.  I sat down and was eating my gyro and I noticed another guy there eating and drinking a Dos Equis.  I started mentally making fun of him for drinking a Mexican beer in a Greek restaurant in Korea.  Then I realized I was eating Greek waiting for a Chinese side dish to arrive.  So I began mentally making fun of me also.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;After dinner I went and met one of Mason's friends from Little Rock.  He was throwing darts at a bar called V.I.P.  I talked to him for a minute and then walked back to my hotel room.  While I'm staying in the hotel, I can't use the chow hall, so Im having to eat out all the time, luckily I get paid for it!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That is all from Korea for now, I hope everyone is enjoying their September!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-4808461035526327086?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/4808461035526327086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=4808461035526327086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/4808461035526327086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/4808461035526327086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2010/09/greek.html' title='GREEK!!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-8587100921355894520</id><published>2010-09-06T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:36:35.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travels to Korea</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;At the request of my Uncle Doug, I will be starting this blog back up.  I guess leaving the country is the time to start it back up... right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Mary, Maddox and Maverick dropped me off at the airport.  They parked the car and went in with me.  Maddox didn't want me to go and I think this was the hardest that it has been for me to leave.  After I got through security and was grabbing all of my 'stuff' out of the bins the TSA lady told me I should keep my cash in my pocket.  I guess they have had thefts here... who knew???&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I then went to find my gate and make sure I knew where it was.  Call me OCD, but I want to know where Im going before I get food.  I found my gate, and then went to go get some lunch.  I ordered my food and then tried to use the wireless in the airport.  But the wireless didn't work in this restaurant.  They did have ESPN on, so I watched college football.  Good stuff, I haven't had the chance to watch too much football in the past 2 years or so...  I wish I had left more stuff in my checked bags and less stuff in my carry-on.  I didn't need to fly with my school bag, I could have checked it.  No big deal, I made it alright with no issues.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;As I boarded my first flight I heard that there were lots of open seats.  This made me happy since I don't always like to sit next to people.  As I walked down the aisle to my seat I noticed that some D-bag was in my seat, but the back 3 rows were open.  I asked the flight attendant if I could sit in the back row, she told me that I could.  I was happy to be secluded from people!  After we took off, I ordered a whiskey and coke, I like whiskey, don't judge me!  After I showed her my ID and asked how much it was, she told me it was free since I was military...  Thank you Delta flight attendant!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Once again I had an underbooked flight.  I ended up getting an aisle seat with another little dude that was going home to see his momma.  The flight attendants thanked me many times for helping out with him.  But he was no bother.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I got to Seattle, all of the restaurants were closed, it was 9:30, but they were all closed...  jerks!  I checked into my flight and went to the USO.  They had wifi, food, bathrooms and showers!  I took advantage of all of it!  The ramen was mediocre at best and all food had to be consumed in a separate area from the couches.  The bathroom was nice, and the shower was refreshing.  For some reason I was only able to sleep for about half an hour or so.  Then I left the USO and went through security and got a turkey sandwich.  After the sandwich I went and laid down on the floor.  I was able to sleep for about an hour or two.  We boarded our flight and took off on our LONG journey.  I slept a little and tried watching the movies on the big screen.  However, the audio was messed up for the movies and there was a loud crackling sound through most of the movies so I stopped watching.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;When we got to Korea, it was a huge cluster getting our luggage.  But, I finally got it!  I met up with my sponsor, Walter, he said that he wasn't able to get a dorm room for me but he would drop me off at the base hotel to get a room.  The guy that he had driving us around was the dorm manager.  I don't know why the dorm manager couldn't just get in his office real quick and get me a room, but hey what do I know?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I got a hotel room and was going to shower before meeting Walter and the dorm manager at Chili's for some lunch.  I was just about to get in the shower and the power in the hotel went out... What the hell?  I put my dirty clothes back on and was going to wait until after lunch to shower.  Then the power came back on.  After a shower, I got some good Chili's food.  i came back to my room and began trying to contact people to tell them that I made it safely.  After a few hours I couldn't keep my eyes open.  It was only 5pm but I decided to lay down for a quick nap.  I slept for 5 hours!  After being awake for a few hours I laid back down around 1am.  I slept until 5 or 530 Tuesday morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-8587100921355894520?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/8587100921355894520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=8587100921355894520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/8587100921355894520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/8587100921355894520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2010/09/travels-to-korea.html' title='Travels to Korea'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-5510714135093982660</id><published>2010-07-25T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T08:48:20.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>Im trying to post more often I promise!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Since we are moving, we have been getting rid of stuff.  Last week my parents took the washer and dryer.  So now we have to go to the laundromat to clean our clothes.  Lucky for me, the laundromat is next to a Chinese restaurant!  I haven't used a laundromat since I worked at the summer camp.  It only took about an hour and half or two hours to wash, dry and fold all of the laundry.  When I got home Mary and Maddox were still napping.  I also noticed that my blues shirt had dirt on it.  I guess when I was carrying it to the car to hang dry, it brushed against the car.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Mary had a Girl's movie night planned to go to that night.  At least that is what she thought...  The girls were planning a surprise baby shower for her!  They had me in on it to make sure that she was there and to let them know when she was on her way.  Before she left she told me that she was going to wear her pajamas because of how hot it was outside and since she wanted to be comfortable.  There wasn't really a ways for me to get her to change... So after she left, I laughed!  Mary asked to use her friend's washer to reclean my blues shirt.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Mary had fun and gave me a hard time for not making her change out of her pajamas...  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-5510714135093982660?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/5510714135093982660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=5510714135093982660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/5510714135093982660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/5510714135093982660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2010/07/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-7623455251446492344</id><published>2010-07-23T19:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T19:06:36.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry its been so long</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I have been slightly busy since my last post (27FEB).  I went on the 6-week TDY.  I was training people to go on the deployment that I went on last year.  I enjoyed what I was doing there and I got to make fun of pilots, it was great!  This was my first time going to an Air Force Base that was strictly for guard personnel... It was a different breed of people.  One of the Master Sgts insisted that I call him by his first name, but I couldn't do it.  Towards the end of the TDY one of the LtCols came into my work area.  As I was standing up to greet him, he sat on my desk and propped his feet up in an empty chair (so much for professionalism).  He proceeded to ask me what he had to do to get me to stay there an extra month.  I told him I wasn't 100% positive but to contact my squadron.  My Commander wouldn't approve it because I had to go to ALS so that I could get promoted before I left to head to Korea.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I came back to VA.  I know that Mary was happy to see me home, and I was happy to see her.  I enjoyed what I was doing on my TDY because I had a lot of job satisfaction.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I made it through ALS and was promoted.  I wasn't given any subordinates since Im about to leave.  But I have had to council airmen and pick-up a little extra slack here and there.  Also I was interviewed by the LA Times Magazine about my job (that was pretty cool).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Mary and I have been attending a birthing class in preparation for our second child.  I missed all of the classes with our first child (since I was in Korea).  I have learned a good amount of 'stuff' about babies.  Did you know that a stork DOESN'T deliver the baby???  News to me!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We have the movers scheduled and are ready to get out of our house!  We are ready to see what our baby boy is going to look like and ready to start the next chapter in our book of life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-7623455251446492344?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/7623455251446492344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=7623455251446492344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/7623455251446492344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/7623455251446492344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-its-been-so-long.html' title='Sorry its been so long'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-8047315156869963043</id><published>2010-02-27T18:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T18:41:38.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I was supposed to have last Friday (19FEB) off from work, to head home to see some friends and family.  Thursday around 1430 or 1500, Chief came into my office and asked if I had any appointments the next week.  I told him no, then he said that I would be going to DC for a few days...  I ended up not getting my day off, I went into work to set up my rental car, hotel and orders.  I ended up working 6 hours.  Mary was not happy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We got on the road late and made it to her parent's house around 5 or 5:30.  We met with our friend Brandi at Mello Mushroom pizza!  Maddox was a typical 2-year old and didn't want to eat and was being clingy.  We still had fun.  After dinner Brandi came over to Mary's Parent's house to hang out and have a couple of beers.  While Mary was putting Maddox to sleep, they both fell asleep.  Mary felt really bad, but there was no way I was going to go wake her up.  Sorry Brandi.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Saturday we met with a few of our couple friends and their kids.  All of the kids played upstairs, the wives gossiped in the kitchen and all of the husbands were out back drinking... it was good times!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Sunday we headed home and Monday I headed to DC.  Tuesday I walked to the Naval Yard (with a stop at 7Eleven for coffee, of course).  I met a couple of people and made some contacts.  Wednesday was much of the same.  Thursday I headed back to Hampton, after I turned in my rental car, I registered to take 3 classes for the next 8-week session.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Friday I got to work.  I had over 300 e-mails to check... oh joy.  One of those e-mails eluded to the fact that I might be going TDY for 6 weeks.  When I saw that e-mail I started trying to find out if I had a date to go to ALS (Airman Leadership School, a school we have to go through before we can sew on SSgt).  I had a date to start ALS in April.  I went to go sign they paperwork for the class and the Commander stopped me and said that I wouldn't be going to ALS yet.  He said that I would be going on the 6-week TDY, in his words:  "It's good to be wanted."  A couple of hours later I got an e-mail saying that I had orders to Korea.  My report no later than date is a week before our second child is due.  Im working with my Chiefs to try and get that pushed back some, we will see what will happen with that.  Since I have a 6 week TDY coming up, ALS (another 5-6 weeks), and then out processing:  I think they are going to try and find my replacement in the up coming week so that I can train him or her before I leave in a couple of weeks.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So a slightly crazy Friday for Mary and me.  We are starting to figure out what all we are going to have to do to be ready to leave!  So exciting, and stressful at the same time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-8047315156869963043?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/8047315156869963043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=8047315156869963043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/8047315156869963043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/8047315156869963043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2010/02/whew.html' title='WHEW!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-3763647494628883644</id><published>2010-02-16T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:31:00.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(S)Sgt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I got my WAPS (Weighted Airman Promotion System) score last week!  I made Staff Sgt!!  I should sew on between June and Aug.  Still a ways away, but I will still sew it on shortly after my 4-year mark.  I still need to go to ALS (Airman Leadership School), Im not sure when that will happen, but I have to have that before I can sew on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-3763647494628883644?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/3763647494628883644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=3763647494628883644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3763647494628883644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3763647494628883644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2010/02/ssgt.html' title='(S)Sgt'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-2985597560645961935</id><published>2010-01-21T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T16:14:41.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This is completely unrelated to anything that happened in the past year and half or so... But today while I was driving across base to pick up Maddox after work, I started thinking about when I had my appendix taken out.  I remember when the anesthesiologist was just starting to pump me full of drugs, I asked her if when she woke me up, before they took me upstairs, if they would show me my appendix.  She laughed, and agreed.  I vaguely remember seeing a small plastic cup with a small dark pink/ reddish chicken liver looking thing.  And Im almost positive the only words that I said were, "Fuck you appendix."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This has been a random moment in the Life of Me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-2985597560645961935?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/2985597560645961935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=2985597560645961935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/2985597560645961935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/2985597560645961935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-moments.html' title='Random moments'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-95375801508947285</id><published>2010-01-17T12:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:18:44.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We are now half way through January.  Since the year started I have: finished a vacation with the woman of my dreams, tested for Staff Sergeant, started 2 classes, and attended a week long conference in Vegas.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The vacation was wonderful!  Mary surprised me with the entire weekend.  She told me the days that I needed to take off from work and nothing else.  We got in the car and Mary told me to sleep.  I was more than willing to abide!  I woke up and we were in the mountains and there was snow on the ground.  Shortly after we pulled in to Monticello (Thomas Jefferson's house).  After the tour we went to a tavern for lunch.  The food was delicious!  We got back on the road and I went back to sleep.  When I woke up, we were driving through a downtown area.  It looked real nice with small taverns, locally owned shops and a brewery.  A few minutes later we pulled into a small parking lot for a bed and breakfast.  It looked really nice!  We parked and Mary pointed to a little cottage behind the house and said, "that's ours!"  It was a small 2 story cottage with a feather top king sized bed, a little sitting area, spiral stairs leading downstairs to the bathroom, fridge, and oversized whirlpool!  It was amazing inside.  There was a small envelope on the table in our cottage.  While I was outside bringing out stuff in from the car, Mary opened the envelope.  It was from the ownders of the B&amp;amp;B, it said that our good friends Steven and Heidi were taking care of one of our nights in the cottage and also bought a picnic lunch for us!  We were speechless...  After a few seconds of silence Mary told me that they stayed at the same place for a vacation.  We started looking through brochures to find which vineyard to take the picnic too.  For dinner we went to the brewery and had some really good food and I tasted some really good beers.  In the morning we slept in.  We woke up around 9, when our breakfast was delivered.  The breakfasts there were awesome!  After breakfast we showered and got our picnic and went to a vineyard.  I tasted the wine (since Mary was pregnant, she wasn't drinking any of it).  We bought a few bottles and then started to eat our picnic.  We had cheeses and spreads for crackers and bread and for dessert we had pound cake with toffee sauce on it (MMMMM).  After we ate we went to another vineyard (suggested by our friends Steven and Heidi).  I liked this vineyard better because the person doing the tasting was more friendly and the building was more welcoming.  They also had a little dog (Rascal was his name).  After that tasting we went back to the cottage and relaxed until our dinner reservations at a really nice Italian place.  I had veal and tiramisu (it was magical).  That was New Year's Eve night and I think Mary fell sleep around 9 or 10 and I went to bed right at midnight.  New Years day we went to the Luray Caverns, it was cool to walk through and see all of the rock formations.  Afterwards we went back to the room to get ready for dinner and a play.  We went to a nice locally owned place that buys all of their food locally.  In the description for each menu item it said there the ingredients came from.  I ordered the pork and it came from the next town over (less than 20 miles away).  It was really cool and delicious!  Afterwards we went to a Shakespeare theater, for their rendition of "Twelfth Night". The cast was really funny and the show was a ton of fun!  In the morning we packed up and went home.  Shortly after we got home Leslie arrived with Maddox.  It was so great to see Maddox again!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A few days after we got back I took my staff sgt. test...  Ill let you know how I did when I get my results next month.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Then I went to Vegas for a week.  I was attending a conference representing the deployment that I just got back from.  I was really excited about the trip, I thought our hotel was going to be really nice and luxurious...  It was nothing close to nice or luxurious.  The entire place stunk of smoke.  Every morning when I woke up, my throat hurt, and that continued to get worse as the week went on.  We also weren't staying anywhere near the strip, so I just stayed at the hotel except for when I was at the conference.  I figured I will save the strip experience for when Mary and I go.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Im home now and still trying to get over being sick.  Maddox is glad to have me home, she has re-introduced everyone to me (just incase I forgot).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Maddox and Mary are both sleeping now and Im watching football.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-95375801508947285?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/95375801508947285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=95375801508947285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/95375801508947285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/95375801508947285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-4494947119095780165</id><published>2009-12-13T17:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:36:26.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the NEW life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Well the days have changed and the life has as well.  Im back home and back at work.  Im working in an office now, Im in charge of the mission planners here (I know that doesn't sound very exciting).  Anyways, its my job to field questions about our platforms and capabilities, write procedures out, and come up with great new ideas!  Ive been in the office for 2 weeks so far, in that time I've answered questions for the New York Times, read through the continuity binder, signed up one of my guys to go TDY (Temporary Duty) for some training, worked on a letter to send 3 of my guys TDY, was picked to go on a TDY, was picked as the squadron Senior Airman of the year, and wrote numerous e-mails.  I was also strong-armed into going to the Christmas Party (next weekend).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;At home: Mary is working parttime and Maddox is loving having both of us home!  Mary's students played at Barnes and Noble today.  Maddox and I stayed home (lazy rainy Sunday).  While Maddox took a nap, I built a fort for her to play in while I watched football.  When she woke up she LOVED the fort!  She sat it for about an hour without getting out, it was great.  I finished picking up the leaves from the flood yesterday (another 3 bags worth).  I also changed the spark plug on my lawnmower to try and get it to run again... no luck, I think Ill be getting a new one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The property manager finally got someone out to replace the air ducts underneath the house (they were waterlogged from the flood and weren't attached to the vents anymore).  We only heated the crawlspace for about a month!  They also got someone to replace the drain on the sink in the mater bathroom (it was broken and we couldn't use it for about the same time frame).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The holidays are fast approaching, Im still trying to figure out my schedule and travel plans.  AND right after the holidays is New Years!  Mary planned a surprise vacation for us for New Years, I don't know anything about it except for the dates.  I think its going to be great though!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Im glad to be home and will post again soon (maybe)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-4494947119095780165?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/4494947119095780165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=4494947119095780165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/4494947119095780165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/4494947119095780165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-in-new-life.html' title='A day in the NEW life!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-3893941771322654070</id><published>2009-11-08T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:35:49.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best welcome home gift ever!</title><content type='html'>Before I left Iraq, Mary started asking me what kind of food I wanted in the fridge and pantry when I got home.  I couldn't really think of anything that I wanted...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got home, after many hugs and kisses, Mary gave me a tour of the house for the first time (in person, I had a webcam tour once or twice).  On the dining room table Mary had a handle of Captain Morgan waiting for me.  Captain Morgan is my favorite alcohol.  Also a package of beef jerky (I HAVE THE BEST WIFE EVER).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday afternoon (roughly 12 hours after getting home) Mary asked if I wanted a snack, she had 2 bags of a favorite chip of mine.  Popchips... delicious, expensive, but delicious!  Then she asked if I wanted to grill for dinner.  Of course I wanted to grill, but I wasn't sure if we had stuff to grill.  She opened the fridge and showed me a package of 2 steaks roughly an inch thick and full of flavor and beefy-ness!  Like I said, I have the best wife ever!!  She also showed me that she bought coke for my rum, and frappachinos for me to drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all, no more posts for tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-3893941771322654070?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/3893941771322654070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=3893941771322654070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3893941771322654070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3893941771322654070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-welcome-home-gift-ever.html' title='Best welcome home gift ever!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-4971797679133885442</id><published>2009-11-08T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:13:41.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We checked into the passenger terminal in Qatar.  It was exciting because we were leaving but I didn't want to get too excited just yet (I still had over 30 hours until I got home).  Since I am only an E-4 I had to help load the baggage into the plane.  That was a lot of work and helps me to appreciate my job behind a desk.  There was an intel O-1 helping us load bags, I told him it was the most work his uniform would ever see.  I don't if he got my joke, but I found it hilarious!  There were about 20 of us or so loading bags.  When we were done we were allowed to board the plane first.  Some of the guys seemed really excited about this, I don't know why... we had assigned seats and it just meant that we spent that much more time on the plane.  Whatever...  I was sandwiched between 2 fairly large guys in the middle of the aircraft.  To my left was a MSgt, he was a comm guy that was stationed in Qatar heading back to Shaw AFB.  Turns out that we actually have a few common friends.  He wasn't over weight, just tall and needed space.  To my right was a TSgt, he was a... logistics maybe?  I don't remember, but he was heading back to Davis-Monthan I think.  He was a man of average height but slightly overweight (I got elbowed by him more than once).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Our first stop was in Cypress, it was dark when we landed and we weren't allowed to get off the plane, however I did get to see the sunrise on the Mediterranean Sea... that was beautiful!  After sitting on the tarmac for 2 or 2.5 hours we headed to Aviano, Italy.  It was raining in Italy, but the Alps still looked magnificent.  It was rainy and chilly in Italy, but it was great!  We had to stay in the terminal, but atleast we were able to deplane.  Operation Yellow Ribbon had coffee and snacks on a table for us.  The coffee wouldn't have worked for a coffee connoisseur, but for me it was more good.  I usually like my coffee really strong:  If it is in clear mug, you shouldn't be able to see any light through it, you should have some grinds in the bottom of it, when someone walks into the room that the coffee was brewed in, and their nasal cavity should be overcome with the smell of coffee.  Basically I like my coffee strong!  Just like my women (Mary is the strongest-willed woman I have ever met).  So the coffee wasn't up to my standards, but it got the job done.  After that we took off and headed for Germany.  In Germany I met with my best friend from Korea, Jarad and his wife Emily.  They have been in Germany for about a year or so, and are about 3 or 4 months pregnant!  They met me and had a case of German beer to share with me!  We stood out in the parking lot of the terminal drinking, it was better than tasty!  I can't even put words to the flavor of it.  I was only able to drink one before I was called back to the terminal to check in for our flight.  I would have liked to drink another one (not sure if I could have handled a 3rd).  The flight from Germany to Baltimore was a long one!  they showed a few movies, and I slept some during the movies.  They served a couple of mediocre meals, there were a few people around me ordering drinks left and right, but I didn't want to pay $5/drink, so I didn't have any.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We were met in Germany with a huge welcome home party from the USO.  Lots of old and retired military families.  They all shook our hands, thanked and welcomed us home, and had a small bag of snacks for us.  Also our squadron sent a few people to pick us up and drive us home.  One of my buddies was the driver.  We loaded our bags into the 2 vans and as we were climbing in and buckling up, they handed us Yuengling!  One each, for our ride to a burger shop.  I guess in the DC/ Maryland area you can drink if you are in the backseat... (if that isn't true then it didn't happen and you probably misread the previous statement).  We didn't get to Langley until after 1am, at the squadron we were welcomed by the 1st Sgt, squadron Commander, Wing Commander, our superintendent from our deployment (he left about a month before us), and a group of poeple that weren't actively working at the time.  My old flight chief and mentor, TK, for the past 3 years was there to meet me, he gave me a ride home.  He had directions printed off on how to get to my house.  Neither of us had been there before and it was easier for someone else to take me home so that Mary didn't have to wake up Maddox in the middle of the night to pick me up.  Mary opened the door and greeted me.  I dropped my bags and gave her a huge hug and kiss.  I shook TK's hand and said I would see him in a few days.  Mary and Macy welcomed me with hugs and kisses and wagging tails.  Mary and I talked for a few minutes then she went to bed and I showered and shaved... I had been traveling for over 30 hours and hadn't had a shower for over 48 hours (for those of you who don't know me... I sweat alot, so that is a long time without a shower).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Saturday morning Maddox woke up and Mary and I went in to get her out of bed.  Maddox was excited that I was home and wanted to show me all of her toys.  It was great!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Im home and we are enjoying our time together, Im still adjusting my internal clock, but I should be good in another day or two.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kip, me, Capt J, Nick, and Fogle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ops Rotation 1... and Fogle final pic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SveITrN5HYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zwBfe4o5IfM/s1600-h/CIMG0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SveITrN5HYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zwBfe4o5IfM/s200/CIMG0572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401936149654084994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Kip, me, Capt J, Nick, and Fogle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Ops Rotation 1... and Fogle final pic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SveITN0ew3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/1jFMRwWp32U/s1600-h/CIMG0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SveITN0ew3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/1jFMRwWp32U/s200/CIMG0571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401936141762872178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-4971797679133885442?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/4971797679133885442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=4971797679133885442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/4971797679133885442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/4971797679133885442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/11/trip-home.html' title='Trip Home'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SveITrN5HYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zwBfe4o5IfM/s72-c/CIMG0572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-1274292791858753361</id><published>2009-11-08T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:36:15.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The images are out of order... but hey you get to see some pics atleast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is the end of our going away dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kip, Nick, Me and Fogle (left to right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Svd_JGwEDLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fpGJurItllY/s1600-h/CIMG0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Svd_JGwEDLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fpGJurItllY/s200/CIMG0568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401926072461954226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Capt L giving me a plaque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Svd_Iufo2uI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Hopao4IAPo/s1600-h/CIMG0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Svd_Iufo2uI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7Hopao4IAPo/s200/CIMG0564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401926065950612194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;laughs for no reason probably&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Svd_IdbIrII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/IUMl2Ox3508/s1600-h/CIMG0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Svd_IdbIrII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/IUMl2Ox3508/s200/CIMG0558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401926061368323202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Capt J giving me a Letter of Appreciation from a General&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Svd_IP4IrZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gIEvFAaWGYY/s1600-h/CIMG0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Svd_IP4IrZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gIEvFAaWGYY/s200/CIMG0569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401926057731861906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Capt J, Kip, Nick, Me and Fogle (left to right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Svd-c71ZjjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9Ofti7plEto/s1600-h/CIMG0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Svd-c71ZjjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9Ofti7plEto/s200/CIMG0547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401925313617301042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nick, me, and Fogle (left to right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Svd-coEYO_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ToH7fSCdNeU/s1600-h/CIMG0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Svd-coEYO_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ToH7fSCdNeU/s200/CIMG0540.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401925308311419890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flintstone village at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Svd-caHt32I/AAAAAAAAAGw/lkUAyIjM0PI/s1600-h/CIMG0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Svd-caHt32I/AAAAAAAAAGw/lkUAyIjM0PI/s200/CIMG0533.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401925304567324514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A palm tree in the wall of the village&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Svd-cNrjpkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kSVPaLBl1qw/s1600-h/CIMG0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Svd-cNrjpkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kSVPaLBl1qw/s200/CIMG0531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401925301227988546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the entrances to the village&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Svd-b2zOdYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aT-B_x9Psr8/s1600-h/CIMG0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Svd-b2zOdYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aT-B_x9Psr8/s200/CIMG0526.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401925295086138754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the pictures, Im working on a rundown of our travels home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-1274292791858753361?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/1274292791858753361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=1274292791858753361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/1274292791858753361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/1274292791858753361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/11/images-are-out-of-order.html' title=''/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Svd_JGwEDLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fpGJurItllY/s72-c/CIMG0568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-8130704895406630737</id><published>2009-11-04T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:00:25.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qatar?</title><content type='html'>After a few flights and alot of 'hurry up and wait' time, I made it to Qatar!  Qatar is an odd country.  For some reason when we come her we have to immigrate in and out, we aren't allowed to bring anything that might show aggression or anything that shows excessive skin...  So no knives, and no magazines at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't really have any plans here except sit and mess around on our computers.  Also there is a daily 3 drink ration.  Our Capt was going to be going to the Ops Center to debrief with some big wigs.  He asked if any of us wanted to go, my roommate Nick and I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ops Center was pretty cool.  I saw a few people that I knew from Korea and back home.  Also we sat down with 2 full birds and talked about the deployment and pros and cons of it all.  They were both VERY receptive and looked at us as experts and took to heart everything we were saying and were taking notes on our words and comments.  Afterwards one of the birds gave us a coin... yet another one added to my collection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I talked to my Sgt that I had minor differences with at the beginning of the deployment.  I thanked him for all that he showed and taught me.  I now understand that he acted the way that he did to lead me in the right direction.  He also told me that he appreciated my work and that I was going to be getting a higher medal than an airman should get because of the work that I did (that will give me a few extra points towards promotion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you remember my post from a few months ago about the moon: Im sitting underneath a full moon.  It is bright and there are no clouds out.  It is beautiful!  The moon always makes me miss home, but it also reminds me that back home they have the moon also.  Please when you look at the moon think of those that are away or have passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my ladies more than anything else!  Im excited about seeing our new house and meeting the neighbors and new people at work... but I want more than anything else to see them and go for a walk around our new neighborhood.  I've been fortunate enough to see Mary, Maddox, and even Macy on the webcam.  Since I have been gone, Mary has done a 150 mile bike ride, moved into a new house, gone to multiple family and friend gatherings.  Maddox has taken swim lessons and started talking and singing more.  Mary says that Macy has calmed down some also.  I always knew that I would miss Mary and Maddox, I never thought that I would miss my dog this much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill be home in a few days and Ill be able to spend time with my family before I head back to work.  As soon as I get back to work, Ill have to re-qualify on the positions I held before I deployed, and then they are going fast-track me to mission supervisor.  I will have to test for Staff Sgt after I get back also.  Im hoping that I make it, there is alot of pressure on me: pressure from my wife, my sgts, pride, and making it my first time testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will talk to you all later, I miss and love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-8130704895406630737?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/8130704895406630737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=8130704895406630737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/8130704895406630737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/8130704895406630737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/11/qatar.html' title='Qatar?'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-6280255958445120215</id><published>2009-10-27T15:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T15:36:54.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a jet plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Well probably not a jet plane, and not quite yet... but soon!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Since I signed up for this deployment (AUG 2008):  I went through over 60 days of training (TDYs and training on base), Traveled to multiple different locations, made it known that I needed to deploy early to help the comm guys and now Ive been here and Im heading home soon!  I have gotten coins from two different 2-Star Generals, a 1-Star General, and a Command Chief.  Things that I have said and done have made their way up to the Pentagon and back.  Procedures that I figured out and worked out have become the standard.  I have been looked at and respected as an NCO even though Im not one (I'll test when I get home).  It has been tough, I have had rank flexed on me more than once... and that is when I remembered that Im NOT and NCO.  I got frustrated and wanted to quit at times, but I don't really get that option.  My leadership has praised me for the work I have done and I think that I have learned a lot from being out here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I have missed many events back home:  I missed my 3rd wedding anniversary (that is 2 of 3 that I have missed for those of you counting).  I missed too many birthdays to list them all, but the most important ones that I missed were Mary and Maddox's birthdays (that is 1 of 2 missed for those keeping track).  I missed a trip to go see my brother, 2 weddings (one of which I was supposed to be in).  AND I missed moving into the new house.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;However, Im in the military.  I knew what I was signing up for, and I volunteered for this deployment!  I don't think that there is anything I would change about all of this.  I have the love and support of 2 beautiful ladies back home and I cant wait to see them again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-6280255958445120215?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/6280255958445120215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=6280255958445120215&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/6280255958445120215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/6280255958445120215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/10/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a jet plane'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-309592033361348945</id><published>2009-10-05T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:53:30.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SsqwluVKKrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hEUWmuJ0tYs/s1600-h/CIMG0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;Today is Monday it was my first day back at work since I traveled.  I traveled to a couple of different bases:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Day 0 of travel: Woke up at about noon or so, picked-up laundry and thought about buying another pair of sunglasses, I had a slight crack in mine, but figured that they would last through the trip. showered and got ready for work.  I got home from work about midnight:30 so that moves us to day 1.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Day 1 of Travel:  Got off of work (as previously mentioned).  I packed and talked to Mary for a short time.  I slept for about 2 or 3 hours and then showered and grabbed all of my gear to head out.  We, I traveled with my LT, got to our first destination.  Before leaving the terminal we got coffee (Quad White Chocolate Mocha Frappaccino, yeah that is 4 shots of espresso) from Green Beans.  We went and got rooms for the night and then went to work.  After being at the office for a few hours and finishing my frapp and 2 black coffees, I had to take someone over to the terminal to get him signed up to leave with us (we were leaving the next day).  Since we were back at the terminal, we got more coffee (I only got a double this time).  At this point I had been up for over 24 hours and had about 3 hours of sleep, coffee was needed!  We got back to the office and did what we needed, I think I only had one more cup of coffee that night.  After dinner we went the PX, I didn't need anything but the people that I was with did.  On the car ride back to the office, I broke my sunglasses, I wasn't happy.  I went to bed around 1am or so, I didn't have any trouble falling asleep since I had been up for so long.  The linens I was given were all different colors:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SsqsiKPyKtI/AAAAAAAAAFw/b0ms-9Dbyjk/s200/CIMG0512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389309606968306386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;this is my bed after I made it with the different colored sheets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SsqsjRic7OI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HFlOE3u69Ck/s200/CIMG0513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389309626105523426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;I don't know why, but I took a picture of my bag and body armor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Day 2: I woke up showered, and LT and I walked over to the terminal, we met up with the other guy, Sacco, after checking in, Sacco and LT went to get Coffee, LT brought me a Frapp, it was awesome!  Im not a froo froo coffee drinker, but these things are magical!!  My LT is probably about 5 feet tall and weighs about as much as my left leg.  needless to say she is small.  Her flack vest is probably small enough for Maddox to wear, so I thought it would be funny to try it on.  It was: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Ssqt6XC6PVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnZPDOPtsHc/s1600-h/CIMG0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Ssqt6XC6PVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnZPDOPtsHc/s200/CIMG0514.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389311122232458578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;right after this picture the velcro gave out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt; We got our ride to the next base, checked in and found out that were we were staying they didn't have any linens.  We decided that we could deal with it for one night.  We went and talked to a few people then went back to our rooms.  It got really cold and my towel wasn't enough to keep me warm, so I didn't sleep too well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Day 3: We got up ate breakfast then went to the office to start meeting with people.  We singed up to try and leave that evening, but the weather wasn't looking too good.  Since we didn't have a very good room, we decided to just sleep in the terminal hoping for a flight out.  When it came time to leave, the people that were showing us around the base said that if we got on a certain bus, it would take us to the terminal.  We got on this certain bus and rode around for an hour to end up back at our original starting point...  We asked someone else and they said to get on a different bus.  So that was what we did!  We got to the terminal checked-in and they told us to hang out and relax.  I sat down and read the paper, as I finished the paper a movie came on the TV that was in the terminal.  The movie was horrible, I don't remember the name and it didn't have a plot, please trust me when I say that it was a horrible movie!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Day 4: I think the first movie was still on, I dont remember.  LT found out where the MWR was, so we were going to go check our e-mail.  Sacco stayed and watched our bags and body armor.  When we got back it was probably around 4am or so.  I watched football on TV and Sacco and LT slept.  around 6 I went and brushed my teeth and put on deodorant.  At this point I had been in my uniform for 24 hours, it was time for some more DO!  Sacco and LT went to go get food around 630 or 7, I stayed to watch the bags, I ended up sleeping, like a baby, it was wonderful.  They came back, we ate, and I slept a little bit more.  We finally got out of that base and back to Sacco's base around 3 or 4 in the afternoon.  We hung out for a bit, we met with some more people and did a little bit more work.  Around 11pm that night we were going to the terminal to leave again.  We got there and there were a ton of people, the place was packed, all the seats were full and people were sitting/laying on the floor on their bags.  We were concerned that we weren't going to get out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Day 5: We left and got into the camp that we are based out of and back to our rooms around 5am.  I showered (I had been in my uniform for 47 hours).  I talked to Mary for a bit and then slept, I didnt wake up for about 5 solid hours and then I woke up thinking I overslept.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;When I got back to work, I was greeted by a couple of people outside of work and they all welcomed LT and me back and told me that I had A LOT of mail waiting for me.  I didn't have time to pick it up, but shortly after I sat down at my desk someone brought my stack of letters over, I had 15 cards from people!  It was great!  I guess Mary saw a bunch of people, or sent a bunch of e-mails out asking people to write to me, I got cards, letters, jokes, comics, even a picture colored by a 19-month old.  I appreciate and thank everyone for their prayers.  I never expected to get so much mail from people saying that they were proud of me and thanking me for what I do, some of the people I haven't even met before, but they are friends of Mary's parents.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SsqwluVKKrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hEUWmuJ0tYs/s200/CIMG0519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389314066240645810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new', serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;all of the fun cards and letter I got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new', serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Well time to relax and go to bed.  I love all of you and hope that this blog finds you all happy and healthy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Ssqsj-noeMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UqhRwcg6MDk/s1600-h/CIMG0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few more random pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SsqshivUIKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZhkNxV2DQro/s1600-h/CIMG0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SsqshivUIKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZhkNxV2DQro/s200/CIMG0509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389309596363137186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Frog hanging out, ready to travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Ssqsj-noeMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UqhRwcg6MDk/s200/CIMG0500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389309638206847170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;old picture during a mild dust storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-309592033361348945?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/309592033361348945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=309592033361348945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/309592033361348945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/309592033361348945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/10/traveling.html' title='Traveling'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SsqsiKPyKtI/AAAAAAAAAFw/b0ms-9Dbyjk/s72-c/CIMG0512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-2970434364499180348</id><published>2009-09-22T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T04:24:18.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars!</title><content type='html'>Last night I was on the computer talking to Mary, then the lights flickered... The lights, then turned off, the power was out (which meant that the internet was out).  So I was done talking to Mary, whether I liked it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my roommate, Nick, came in the room and said the sky looked really cool.  When I went to the bathroom I looked up and could see every single star!  It was amazing.  Then I heard the Muslim call to prayer.  It was odd, everything was quiet except the call to prayer.  Ive only heard the call to prayer a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power was still out, and before the room got too hot, I decided to try and go to sleep.  I fell asleep then I heard the power turn back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been going well recently, I don't remember my last day off, but today is pop and junk food day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-2970434364499180348?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/2970434364499180348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=2970434364499180348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/2970434364499180348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/2970434364499180348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/09/stars.html' title='Stars!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-8823461121077585083</id><published>2009-08-25T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T19:27:23.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to run</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Well nothing has changed at work, still alot going on...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I have been training for a half marathon (running it on the 5th of SEP).  Last week my roommate and I ran from our room to Al Faw Palace (Saddam's big palace), past the AF house (Saddam's daughter's palace), then around the Perfume Palace (Saddam's brothel), then back to the room.  The Perfume Palace is near the Victory Over America Palace... You see how that worked out for Saddam!  We ended up running 10.7 miles in just over an hour and a half!  Afterwards my right foot was bothering me, the next morning my foot was swollen and bruised.  I took some motrin and gave it another day.  The next day at work, my foot was bothering me all day, I decided to go to the TMC (Theater Medical Clinic).  They took my blood pressure right away, but I didn't see anyone after that for an hour.  The Sgt asked me to take my boots off so he could look at them, I warned him that I just got done working and they might smell.  He gave me alcohol wipes to clean my feet.  The doctor came in and looked at it, I had x-rays taken and they said I probably just stressed some tendons.  He told me I should take a few day off from running and ice it.  Well I forgot to ask him how I was supposed to ice it, so that didn't happen.  I ran again for the first time tonight, just 2 miles to see how it felt.  Everything felt fine and I plan on upping my mileage tonight, I have less than 2 weeks until my half marathon.  I tried taking some pictures while I was out running but it was dusty out so they don't look very good.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That's pretty much all thats going on here... I'll talk to you guys later!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-8823461121077585083?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/8823461121077585083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=8823461121077585083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/8823461121077585083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/8823461121077585083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-to-run.html' title='Time to run'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-3647938657238299790</id><published>2009-08-14T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:09:36.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates?</title><content type='html'>Incase you haven't noticed, I haven't put any updates on here in some time...  Well, I have been busy and nothing new has really happened.  I also haven't taken any pictures recently, sorry Mary.  I am training to run a half marathon in the beginning of SEP.  I ran 10 miles two nights ago in 87 minutes!  Besides that, there isn't anything else going on.  But Im still here, and still doing well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye all, Ill talk to you later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-3647938657238299790?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/3647938657238299790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=3647938657238299790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3647938657238299790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3647938657238299790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/08/updates.html' title='Updates?'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-7021215551323490653</id><published>2009-07-27T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:30:28.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed?</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I have been stressed recently or just interrupted at the wrong times.  I have been on night shift for a little while now, Im used to it and I like it.  However, the past two days while I have been sleeping someone has knocked on the door and it has scared the shit out of me.  One time it was my LT getting my roommate to head to work and the other time it was a maintenance person.  When the LT came to the door, my roommate was up so he got it.  When the maintenance person came, I yelled, sprung out of bed and opened the door.  I was in my underwear, because it is hot out here and that is how I sleep.  When I realized he needed to mess with switches or whatever in my room, I left the door open and got back in bed.  Both time I was woken up it wasn't time for me to get up so I needed to go back to sleep, but both times, I laid in bed for a good 5 minutes trying to get my heart to slow down so that I could sleep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I am stressed, maybe I was in a deep sleep both times, or maybe I'm just done with this place and ready to come home... Who knows?  Well I need to go to sleep now, so that I can hopefully sleep through the day and not get woken up suddenly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-7021215551323490653?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/7021215551323490653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=7021215551323490653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/7021215551323490653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/7021215551323490653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/07/stressed.html' title='Stressed?'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-2057188223597793261</id><published>2009-07-19T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T05:30:19.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I took some pictures from my travels last week.  When I was in Korea, Mary sent me a stuffed frog and I started taking pictures of the frog showing his travels and tribulations!  It gets boring over here...  Anyways the pictures are in reverse order, but they are here at least.  Enjoy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is a picture from the Blackhawk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMPj1vdnfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QEqnn9f2mmU/s1600-h/CIMG0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMPj1vdnfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QEqnn9f2mmU/s200/CIMG0494.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360145089897012722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Another shot from the blackhawk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes that is green down there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMPN8KY9HI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nCEFNR1NtiI/s1600-h/CIMG0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMPN8KY9HI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nCEFNR1NtiI/s200/CIMG0493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360144713663444082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is from a bus on base...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Looking off base...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMPNgfNmVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YGBVPiSu34M/s1600-h/CIMG0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMPNgfNmVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YGBVPiSu34M/s200/CIMG0492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360144706234587474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No evening is complete without your Frog and a White Chocolate Mocha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMPNbGK-WI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Vv-bFRHbqaA/s1600-h/CIMG0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMPNbGK-WI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Vv-bFRHbqaA/s200/CIMG0491.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360144704787380578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Speece was trying to teach the frog bad habits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMPNKFfVqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YGVDwacGsvk/s1600-h/CIMG0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMPNKFfVqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YGVDwacGsvk/s200/CIMG0490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360144700221118114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Speece was still trying to pressure the Frog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMPM8ksSaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/x_fACHft5zk/s1600-h/CIMG0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMPM8ksSaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/x_fACHft5zk/s200/CIMG0489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360144696593893794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oddly enough the seatbelts aren't made for frogs.  Who knew?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMOSl5WYsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vw_W9f4ULXY/s1600-h/CIMG0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMOSl5WYsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/vw_W9f4ULXY/s200/CIMG0488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360143694074110658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Speece and the Frog throwing up gang signs waiting for the truck to be unlocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMOSZCEfKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2qpeNPTpKQ8/s1600-h/CIMG0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMOSZCEfKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/2qpeNPTpKQ8/s200/CIMG0486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360143690621025442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hanging out in the Briefing room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMOSJH7UfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/g-kT_iRzXOA/s1600-h/CIMG0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMOSJH7UfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/g-kT_iRzXOA/s200/CIMG0485.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360143686350623218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Once again, no seatbelts for a Frog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMOSPrPSWI/AAAAAAAAADw/6r75ASsLTDA/s1600-h/CIMG0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMOSPrPSWI/AAAAAAAAADw/6r75ASsLTDA/s200/CIMG0484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360143688109345122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hanging out on the C-130&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMOR2LfIjI/AAAAAAAAADo/pra1jTlQrEY/s1600-h/CIMG0483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMOR2LfIjI/AAAAAAAAADo/pra1jTlQrEY/s200/CIMG0483.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360143681265279538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is me and the Frog on the C-130&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMNU_e6B1I/AAAAAAAAADg/js6-5HYZQV8/s1600-h/CIMG0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMNU_e6B1I/AAAAAAAAADg/js6-5HYZQV8/s200/CIMG0482.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360142635790632786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is the Frog waiting to board the C-130&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMNUqNzPfI/AAAAAAAAADY/8tD1TLzhH5E/s1600-h/CIMG0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMNUqNzPfI/AAAAAAAAADY/8tD1TLzhH5E/s200/CIMG0481.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360142630081740274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No morning can start without a refreshing White Chocolate Mocha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMNUZChLWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OPlBSlYL2ic/s1600-h/CIMG0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMNUZChLWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/OPlBSlYL2ic/s200/CIMG0480.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360142625471016290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MMMMM... Coffee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMNUQuth8I/AAAAAAAAADI/cxunka3pqhI/s1600-h/CIMG0479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMNUQuth8I/AAAAAAAAADI/cxunka3pqhI/s200/CIMG0479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360142623240456130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Frog was trying to decide which coffee he wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMNT5Z8C9I/AAAAAAAAADA/QZ45ftmeiJc/s1600-h/CIMG0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMNT5Z8C9I/AAAAAAAAADA/QZ45ftmeiJc/s200/CIMG0478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360142616979311570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Frog isn't follow the directions, he is supposed to wait behind the red line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMMDqJx7iI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_4iEUD5ZDwE/s1600-h/CIMG0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMMDqJx7iI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_4iEUD5ZDwE/s200/CIMG0477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360141238495473186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Frog hanging out on my bed not wanting to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMMDTm7ysI/AAAAAAAAACw/uch6VpCQ1OY/s1600-h/CIMG0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMMDTm7ysI/AAAAAAAAACw/uch6VpCQ1OY/s200/CIMG0476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360141232443738818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-2057188223597793261?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/2057188223597793261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=2057188223597793261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/2057188223597793261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/2057188223597793261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-took-some-pictures-from-my-travels.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SmMPj1vdnfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QEqnn9f2mmU/s72-c/CIMG0494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-5885957810911191684</id><published>2009-07-16T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T04:41:46.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Package!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;When I got back from traveling I had a package from Mary!  It had an extra pillowcase, puzzle books, pictures, father's day card from Maddox, a ping pong paddle set and shoe insoles!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I was really excited to get it.  I hung up the father's day card and showed off the pictures.  Im using the pillowcase (I needed an extra)  and I have played with puzzles that she gave me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I also need to build a ping pong table now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Thanks Mary!  I love you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-5885957810911191684?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/5885957810911191684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=5885957810911191684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/5885957810911191684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/5885957810911191684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/07/package.html' title='Package!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-2432339506837581388</id><published>2009-07-16T03:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T03:56:43.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Recently I have been working some pretty long hours, up to over 16-hour days.  I also traveled to meet with our squadron and try to help them out.  I found out about the trip Saturday afternoon, I was going to be going to the squadron for the week to help them with a few things and try to make them better, and also represent the detachment for a few DVs (Distinguished Visitors).  The bad part about this was that I had to figure out how to make a 3-day pack last as a 5-day pack...  At the PX I found an external bag that could strap to my 3-day pack.  Sunday I woke up between 10am and noon I went to work around 1445, I talked to my captain to get the final details and find out when I had to be where.  I finally got the information around 2200, and found that I had be ready to go in 8 hours, that was more than enough time, but I was hoping to atleast try to sleep some that night.  I was told to leave work an rest and get ready for the trip, I got back to my room around 2230 or so.  I started packing my bag, making sure that I had everything that I needed.  I was finished packing and more than ready to go by 2345, I couldn't go to sleep yet because of my shift recently, I was going to sleep between 0300 and 0400.  I was planning on getting up around 0500 to make sure I was ready to go on time, we were getting picked up at 0545.  There were three of us going: me, the captain, and the systems guy (Speece).  Around 0200, I decided that I needed to get some sleep, I laid down and tried to go to sleep, I slept for about 20 minutes then woke up and was wide awake!  I wasn't happy.  I ended up being awake until my alarm when off.  So I showered, double checked my gear and got ready to leave.  In no time at all we were at the terminal waiting to find out if we got on the flight, we did.  It was a C-130, this was only the second military aircraft I have flown on, the first was the C-17 that brought me here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;After we found out that we had a seat in the aircraft, we went to Green beans.  &lt;a href="http://www.greenbeanscoffee.com/"&gt;http://www.greenbeanscoffee.com/&lt;/a&gt;  Green Beans is an awesome coffee shop that caters to military and give a portion of their proceeds to the military.  On that website you can send a coupon for a free coffee to a military member.  AND they make AMAZING coffee.  Between Speece and I at work, we probably drink 4 pots of coffee a day, the captain has a few cups also.  We decided that the day couldn't start that early without coffee, so we went and got some.  Speece introduced me to the white chocolate mocha, I dont really know what it was besides Heaven in a cup!  We got on the plane while we were in the air, I was able to get a little more sleep, then the Captain started taking pictures and the flash woke me up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;When we landed we checked in, and called our ride to come pick us up.  He took us to the squadron where we were welcomed like we were a part of the family.  Well that is pretty much a lie, they said hi to us and then went about their business.  I tried to employ my skills and knowledge...  No one seemed to care or want anything from me.  Then it came time for one  of the briefers from the squadron to brief their guys and my guys at my unit.  The briefer tried blaming his laziness on my unit in front of everyone during the brief.  I spoke up and made it known that he had the knowledge for the past 13 hours in his e-mail and told him it was not my units fault.  Although I was probably out of line talking to someone who outranked me in the middle of a brief like that, I can't stand incompetence!  Later Speece told me that I did a good job and to keep it up.  After the brief was done, I showed the briefer a few things, I didn't feel like he was listening or retaining any of the information that I was giving him.  I moved on and tried to help other people.  I tried to talk to almost everyone in the squadron, in the end Speece and I ended up hanging up the Chain of Command board before the DVs were supposed to come though and we took the trash out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I ended up staying at the squadron until about 0030 Tuesday morning, if you are keeping track of awake hours that is between 36 and 38 hours...  I walked to my tent and slept for a few hours.  We were meeting one of the people from the squadron at the Green Bean at 0700, so I was able to get around 5 hours of sleep.  Tuesday morning we met up, grabbed some coffee and breakfast and went into work.  The briefer was getting set up, I offered a few suggestions, some were accepted.  The briefer and the guy that brought us into the squadron informed us that the DV wasn't going to be coming through to see us, then they left to go get some stuff from another building on base.  I stayed and did some research for them to try and help them.  When they came back they brought coffee for Speece and Me, so I couldn't be too upset with them.  There was a coffee maker in the office and I had it working overtime.  Around mid-day I talked to the Captain to see if Speece and I could head back to our unit on Wednesday so that we could get back to work since we weren't being utilized correctly, he eventually agreed.  He also asked me about my thoughts on the squadron and what we could do to help them and what they could do to help us.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;As we were talking through all of that, one of the briefers came in the room and asked if I would mind briefing some of the slides for the next brief, I agreed and asked when the brief was so I knew how much time I had to prepare.  She then told me that the brief was just about to start...  Thanks for the warning.  Whatever, I briefed it and did a great job and the crew thanked me for it later on.  After the brief I talked to that briefer to see if she needed help with anything, and of course she didn't.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Speece and I ended up leaving around 1930 or so to check in at the terminal for Space A and get dinner and call it a night.  We also went to the coffee shop again.  Wednesday morning we ended up riding a blackhawk back to our base.  That was pretty cool!  I got up that morning at 0500 to leave, we got to our unit around 1030 and I stayed and worked until 0200 Thursday morning.  It was yet again another long day.  By the end of those days I dont feel like my mind is over worked or anything, Im just too tired to go to the gym.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Wednesday while I was at work, I had to call the briefers a few times to get some info from them, they thanked me for my input and said that I had alot of good ideas... Thanks, I guess.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Mary is going to be moving into our new house today.  She has help from the people I work with back home, my parents, her parents, and her sister and her family!  I hope that the move goes smoothly for them.  There was a water main that broke Wednesday.... She says that it is fixed now, I hope so.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I have a few pictures from my trip and I will try to upload them tonight when I get off of work.  I miss and love all of you!  bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-2432339506837581388?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/2432339506837581388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=2432339506837581388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/2432339506837581388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/2432339506837581388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/07/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-3595188973358496540</id><published>2009-07-07T06:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:00:14.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another week of randomness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Work has been busy this past week, we got some more people in, and the role of training has fallen upon me.  Any why not, I am the lowest ranking.  Since I am the lowest ranking, I am also in charge of making sure the office is clean before we leave for the day.  How is it that I am in charge of making sure everyone is trained correctly on everything AND I have to take the trash out... whatever, I do it all with a smile on my face.  Before anyone else got here, I sat down and typed out exactly how to do everything that we do, step by step.  I had people that don't do my job and have never used the system that we use, go through everything using my checklist and operating procedures... everything worked perfectly!  I was pretty happy about that.  However, now the people that I actually have to train for this are asking me to walk them through everything step by step, I mention that there are operating procedures and they should read through those, but we don't have the time for that sometimes.  Whatever people are learning and it is known by my superiors that I am doing work above my pay grade.  Although Im not officially in charge, everyone comes to me with their questions on how things work.  I am not trying to toot my own horn, but if I seem short it is probably because at times Im doing more work than everyone else combined here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;There was one point this week when I was training three people on three different positions, while trying to do the work for my position and I was helping someone back at langley with an issue that he didn't know how to fix...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Saturday I went and played tug of war and threw water balloons with some kids.  That was fun.  During tug of war, I got rope burn on my hand, and one day when I lifted, I forgot to put a band-aid on it, and it started bleeding.  I decided to stop lifting since I was bleeding.  I figured that I dont need to spread my blood all over Iraq!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I have been working out more, I am trying to run when I wake up (between 1000 and 1200) and go lift when I get off of work around 0100.  For the past week all I have been eating are Wraps, chips, V8 and gatorade after I run.  This morning I got up around noon and ran, then I went to the chow hall and decided to get real food.  Today was Spaghetti day, so it was a good day to eat real food!  I also got a pepsi in addition to my V8.  I never thought that I would like V8 so much... But man is it good!!.  And it goes great with a sandwich or a wrap.  My wraps have had honey mustard, swiss, turkey, green peppers, pickles, and lettuce on them.  They are good!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Saturday night when my roommate and I got home from work, there was a note on our door saying that the maintenance guys were coming to replace our lights and wiring Sunday morning.  Since we were planning to sleep until noon or so, we put a note on the door that we were day sleepers and they needed to wait until 1300 to work in our room.  I dont know if they read the note and complied, or if they just didn't get to our room until later in the day, but they came and started working around 1400 or so, I was gone, but I gathered info from multiple sources (its what I do, what can I say).  Monday we had to sleep until noon again because of our shift, so when someone knocked on the door at 0900, I was pretty upset.  My roommate answered the door and the the maintenance people said that they needed to double check all of the work and it should only take a few minutes.  Nick tried to tell them that we were sleeping because we had to work, but they insisted.  So he let them in, I pulled the sheets over my head to block the light and tried to stay asleep.  However, there was a heard of people stomping around my room flipping switches and turning lights and the A/C on and off and talking to each other in three different languages.  I don't know when they left, but I do know that I wasn't happy.  I woke up around noon, got dressed and was heading to the gym to workout (usually Nick and I dont lock our door) when I tried to open the door, it wouldn't open.  I was still half asleep and had my eyes shut to block the bright sun and couldn't figure out how to open the stupid door.  I finally got it open, and as I woke-up more and realized that I was locked in my room from the inside, I had to laugh. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That is all for now, I must continue my day of sitting on my bed relaxing...  I hope that everyone is doing well back home, I miss all of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-3595188973358496540?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/3595188973358496540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=3595188973358496540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3595188973358496540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3595188973358496540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/07/yet-another-week-of-randomness_07.html' title='Yet another week of randomness...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-8922717365400574439</id><published>2009-07-07T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:00:11.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another week of randomness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Work has been busy this past week, we got some more people in, and the role of training has fallen upon me.  Any why not, I am the lowest ranking.  Since I am the lowest ranking, I am also in charge of making sure the office is clean before we leave for the day.  How is it that I am in charge of making sure everyone is trained correctly on everything AND I have to take the trash out... whatever, I do it all with a smile on my face.  Before anyone else got here, I sat down and typed out exactly how to do everything that we do, step by step.  I had people that don't do my job and have never used the system that we use, go through everything using my checklist and operating procedures... everything worked perfectly!  I was pretty happy about that.  However, now the people that I actually have to train for this are asking me to walk them through everything step by step, I mention that there are operating procedures and they should read through those, but we don't have the time for that sometimes.  Whatever people are learning and it is known by my superiors that I am doing work above my pay grade.  Although Im not officially in charge, everyone comes to me with their questions on how things work.  I am not trying to toot my own horn, but if I seem short it is probably because at times Im doing more work than everyone else combined here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;There was one point this week when I was training three people on three different positions, while trying to do the work for my position and I was helping someone back at langley with an issue that he didn't know how to fix...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Saturday I went and played tug of war and threw water balloons with some kids.  That was fun.  During tug of war, I got rope burn on my hand, and one day when I lifted, I forgot to put a band-aid on it, and it started bleeding.  I decided to stop lifting since I was bleeding.  I figured that I dont need to spread my blood all over Iraq!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I have been working out more, I am trying to run when I wake up (between 1000 and 1200) and go lift when I get off of work around 0100.  For the past week all I have been eating are Wraps, chips, V8 and gatorade after I run.  This morning I got up around noon and ran, then I went to the chow hall and decided to get real food.  Today was Spaghetti day, so it was a good day to eat real food!  I also got a pepsi in addition to my V8.  I never thought that I would like V8 so much... But man is it good!!.  And it goes great with a sandwich or a wrap.  My wraps have had honey mustard, swiss, turkey, green peppers, pickles, and lettuce on them.  They are good!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Saturday night when my roommate and I got home from work, there was a note on our door saying that the maintenance guys were coming to replace our lights and wiring Sunday morning.  Since we were planning to sleep until noon or so, we put a note on the door that we were day sleepers and they needed to wait until 1300 to work in our room.  I dont know if they read the note and complied, or if they just didn't get to our room until later in the day, but they came and started working around 1400 or so, I was gone, but I gathered info from multiple sources (its what I do, what can I say).  Monday we had to sleep until noon again because of our shift, so when someone knocked on the door at 0900, I was pretty upset.  My roommate answered the door and the the maintenance people said that they needed to double check all of the work and it should only take a few minutes.  Nick tried to tell them that we were sleeping because we had to work, but they insisted.  So he let them in, I pulled the sheets over my head to block the light and tried to stay asleep.  However, there was a heard of people stomping around my room flipping switches and turning lights and the A/C on and off and talking to each other in three different languages.  I don't know when they left, but I do know that I wasn't happy.  I woke up around noon, got dressed and was heading to the gym to workout (usually Nick and I dont lock our door) when I tried to open the door, it wouldn't open.  I was still half asleep and had my eyes shut to block the bright sun and couldn't figure out how to open the stupid door.  I finally got it open, and as I woke-up more and realized that I was locked in my room from the inside, I had to laugh. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That is all for now, I must continue my day of sitting on my bed relaxing...  I hope that everyone is doing well back home, I miss all of you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-8922717365400574439?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/8922717365400574439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=8922717365400574439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/8922717365400574439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/8922717365400574439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/07/yet-another-week-of-randomness.html' title='Yet another week of randomness...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-3084454362543918643</id><published>2009-06-29T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:25:43.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Yet another week has come and gone in the wonderful world that is Iraq.  But seriously, another week down.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;In my last post I mentioned that I was applying for instructor duty...  Well I applied, and later that day I was denied.  I was denied because I don't have enough time at Langley.  December is my two year mark at langley, so then I can call up the people who pick instructors and tell them that I am still interested in becoming an instructor.  Hopefully everything will work out and they will give me orders shortly after that.  Instructor duty is something that I have wanted to do since I was in tech school.  Also the San Angelo cost of living is very low, so we could buy a fairly decent house for a good price!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Work is going well, I have been writing operating procedures out to teach the new people coming in.  We got two new people a few days ago and three more are on their way.  We will have 20 people here by then, and of those 20, I have only worked with one of them before...  We have been working some long days, 14 hrs, 15 hrs, all the way up to 18 hrs.  Because of the long hours I haven't been working out.  Then a few days ago, I found out about a 10K on the 4th of July.  I am planning on running it, but I don't think I will be as fast as I was last time.  I think 3 miles is the most that I have fun since the last 10K.  I also thought about signing up for the Richmond Half Marathon in mid November.  However, I might not be home in time for that.  I did find out that I have until the 11th of NOV to sign up, so I can always wait until right before if I want.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Getting up to run before work has been difficult recently.  If I want to get a run in, I have to get up by 4am at the very latest.  And that is just waaaaaaay to early, especially when Im not sure if Im going to have to work 18 hours that day!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Mary and my Mother can both vouch for me when I say that I'm not a huge fan of vegetables.  My roommate said that I should drink V8 juice for the vegetable serving and also for the sodium that is in it.  He said because of how much we sweat here we need to take in more sodium.  So I decided to give V8 a try... it turns out that stuff is pretty damn tasty!  I am drinking between 2 and 3 of them everyday.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;One last funny story: This happened on my day off last week.  My roommate's alarm went off, and his alarm is a song that I guess I was getting annoyed with.  While it was going off I sat up and started to reach to turn it off, before I could get to it, he turned it off.  As he did, in my half-asleep voice I said, "This shit has got to change."  Then I laid back in bed, rolled over and went back to sleep.  I knew nothing of this story until he told me about it when he got home from work.  I must have been sleep walking or something, I dont know.  But it was funny to relive the story.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That is all for now from this God-forsaken land.  I hope that everyone has a wonderful week.  I love you all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-3084454362543918643?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/3084454362543918643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=3084454362543918643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3084454362543918643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3084454362543918643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-week-down.html' title='Another week down...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-569535240155351391</id><published>2009-06-18T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T05:27:23.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Roll-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Since last Tuesday I dont think there are too many stories to tell...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We do have a little ottoman that we built at work, we keep it outside in the smoke pit.  It was designed as a seat/ coffee table/ ottoman.  After a few days a leg or two fell off, when we rebuilt it we put an extra 2x4 on it (it was to set your coffee mug on while sitting on it).  The extra piece made it look like a dog and we all commented on it and decided to name it Otto.  We gave Otto a tail, and put him on a leash so he doesn't run away (we get bored out here).  Also people started moving him around and propping him up so it looks like he is peeing on the building or putting him on top of one of the other benches.  Its something to do...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Mary also signed a lease on a new house!  We are pretty excited about that.  It is a bigger and nicer place than we have now.  Also basically everyone that I work with back home has volunteered to help her move.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I almost finished my instructor package.  The package is part of the application process to become a technical instructor.  If I am selected we will be stationed at Goodfellow AFB, San Angelo, Texas.  It isn't the most happening place in America, but it is in America!  And the housing market is very good down there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Wednesday:  I woke up around 3 in the morning drenched in sweat.  My A/C had gone out and my room was now a kiln.  I wasn't able to fall back asleep after that.  I got up around 0500 still drenched in sweat, I took a shower and then sat in my room in my underwear not moving and i was still sweating.  For the record that is not a good way to start your day!  I worked from 0600-1500.  When I got to work I filled out a work order to get my A/C fixed, I left it with one of my Sgts who knows a guy.  Around noon or so I found out that I had to be back at work at 1AM, mind you I still wasn't done for the day.  My plan when I got off of work was to go straight to sleep, hoping that my body would let me sleep in the middle of the day with out any notice.  A sandstorm started moving in around lunch time, so that kept the heat down to about 100 or so, and the wind was blowing and it was hard to see.  When I got to my room, my A/C wasn't fixed, so it was about a million degrees in my room (and that is not an exaggeration at all).  Since I had to sleep, so I could work in a few hours, I decided to change into my PT gear and go to work and sleep in the air conditioned tent we have there.  I got to work about 1600 or 1630 and tried to lay down right away.  I think I fell asleep around 1700 or so and woke up around 1930ish.  When I woke up the tent was blowing around like crazy.  The sandstorm had gotten much worse.  I tried going back to sleep but it was hopeless.  Around 2130 or 2200 I decided to go back to my room, and if my A/C wasn't fixed then I would shower and go back to work.  Where I live is about 1.25 miles from where I work, I took one of the work trucks home so that we could all get back to work in a few hours.  I have taken this route atleast twice a day for the past two months, it isn't a difficult trip, so, I shouldn't have had any problems... I got in the truck, started it up, turned on the lights and realized that I couldn't see anything.  It was pitch black and the sand was blowing like Monica Lewinski (bad analogy?)  I drove really slow so that I didn't hit anything or anyone.  This drive is about a 1/4 mile through a dirt field and then about 3/4 miles on a straight paved road, a right turn about 1/8 of a mile on a paved road, a left turn and then the final 1/8 mile or so is on a gravel road.  The trouble started when I was trying to find the path through the dirt field, I didn't find it and just cut across.  Then I got on the paved road, I thought that I would be ok from here on out.  I saw headlights of a car approaching me on the road, I couldn't see the headlights until they were about 30 feet in front of me.  I kept going straight and traveling slow.  I came to a stop sign, (I couldn't see it until I was at the intersection) I couldn't  tell which intersection I was at.  The turn I needed is about a 100 feet after a stop sign and the area is lit by a set of stadium lights.  I couldn't see the lights so I thought that I was at another intersection (I thought that I missed my turn).  I turned right to take a different route, well I was way off... I took the turn 100 feet before my turn.  I turned around and as I was turning back on the main road I could finally see the stadium lights (I didn't see them until I was about 50 feet from them).  I finally made it back to my room.  I laughed at the fact that I got lost on that short of a trip.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I got back to my room and to my surprise, my room was cool!  I was so happy.  I decided that i would wash my face and hands (they were covered in sand) and then try to sleep until about midnight or so.  When I got to the bathroom, I noticed that my clothes, hair, and eyebrows were now sand colored.  I shook off what I could and then washed my face.  I laid down and got about another hour of rest.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I woke up about midnight on Thursday morning.  As I walked to the shower I could tell that the sandstorm was starting to clear up, but it was also still really sandy and windy.  After I showered, I talked to Mary and Maddox on Skype.  Probably the greatest part of my day (that and having A/C again)!!  Maddox was as cute as possible!  She wanted to sing all the songs that she knew, it was really cute.  She started singing 'row row row your boat' and Mary wasn't doing the hand motions, so Maddox stopped and made Mary do them.  It was pretty funny.  Mary was really happy because it was the eve of her last day of school and then she was going to travel for about a week.  Even though I wasn't rested enough for a 12 hour shift, I was lifted by seeing my girls happy and in good moods.  I also got kisses from Maddox!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Work was pretty good!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I am drinking about 2 or 3 mugs of coffee a day, between 2 and 3 liters of water while I'm at work (another 1or 1.5 liters after work) and the occasional sugar-free energy drink also.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It is 1500 on Thursday now, I have been home for about two hours.  In that time I got a hair cut and tried to stay out of the storm.  The sandstorm is still vaguely here.  Funny story, since my body is so tired, while I was getting my hair cut I started nodding off a bit... That is dangerous.  No worries though, no casualties.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I guess that I had more stories than I thought!  Sorry no pictures to show!  I did find this article: &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/photos/military/burghardt.asp"&gt;http://www.snopes.com/photos/military/burghardt.asp&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It is kind of a scary story, but the picture is funny.  No worries, the Gunny's job is nothing like what I do.  I sit at a desk in an air conditioned building.  The worst part of my day is when I have to go to the port-a-potty in the middle of the day (those things turn into saunas)!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I miss you all and love each and every one of you.  But my two favorite girls get the most love!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-569535240155351391?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/569535240155351391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=569535240155351391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/569535240155351391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/569535240155351391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekly-roll-up.html' title='Weekly Roll-Up'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-6785929125531763596</id><published>2009-06-09T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:02:47.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Seven weeks ago today I left VA for Iraq (Friday will be 7 weeks in country).  It was over a 3 day trip to get here...  but I made it.  That first week I think we had two or three instances when the skies opened enough to rain for about 5 minutes.  The second week we had dust storms.  This week we got another dust storm.  It showed up Monday afternoon.  It was bad!  The sky had a yellowish tint and the sun was blocked.  While standing outside, I noticed that it was more humid than it usually is here.  About 10 minutes later, it started to rain.  The only problem was that since there was so much dust in the air, it rained mud.  It was probably the grossest thing ever.  I stayed outside under a shelter, just so I could experience it.  The rain/mud only lasted about 10 minutes.  Then it stopped raining, and instantly everything was dry again!  The air is so dry that it soaked all of the moisture back up immediately.  Today the dust storm was still here and the wind was blowing really hard today.  It makes the wind feel like sandpaper.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Monday night I went to a recording of the the Colbert Report.  I was pretty excited about that.  I ended up sitting in the third row, center stage.  My favorite quote from the show was: "Hi Stephen's Mom!"  I got a few pictures and I am trying to upload them right now.  However, the internet is still moving slow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Today is Marc and Kris's second anniversary.  Although they have been together since I was 11 years old (13 years), they have only been married for two.  They are two extremely cool people with a nice house down at the beach.  My greatest time hanging out with the two of them would probably be New Year's Eve this past year.  We all went to Mom and Dad's house and stayed up drinking and playing board games.  We had a ton of fun and walked away with a few stories also, I can't say too much about them, but I will say that one of them involved a blender, my wife, magarita mix, and whole lot of tequila.  Kris also used to send me packages all the time while I was in Korea.  She always sent cookies, Maxim magazine, and even a playboy or two (too bad I can't get those things here).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Im looking for another run to compete in.  When I got here I started training for the 5K, then my roommate talked me into the 10K.  I did that, and now I have nothing to work for.  I mean besides getting in better shape.  There is an 8.5 mile bike race the end of this month.  But I don't have a bike, and I have never thought about riding a bike that far before.  Leading up to my run, I wasn't doing as many pull-ups, and last week when I started doing them again, I could tell.  My goals for when I leave here are to run atleast one 10 mile run, and to be able to do 25 pull-ups without stopping.  Right now, the farthest that I have run at once is a 10K (6.2 miles).  And the most pull-ups I've done without stopping is 16ish.  I think I can do it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Today I did go take a US History CLEP.  If I pass it then I only need two more classes to finish my associates degree!  Also the college that I attended last fall is compiling all of my college credits to see how many I still need for my Bachelor's degree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That is all for now, I love and miss all of you!  Bye!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-6785929125531763596?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/6785929125531763596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=6785929125531763596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/6785929125531763596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/6785929125531763596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/06/7-weeks.html' title='7 Weeks'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-237701637746693385</id><published>2009-06-02T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:47:30.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I dont know what it is about the moon, but I have always like looking at it.  I remember driving home from Wilmington late one night, and it almost seemed like the moon was watching me drive, it was seemed to keep up with me.  I could spend hours staring at it, not doing anything else but looking at it.  Last night it was real dusty, the moon was hardly visible.  Tonight the moon is casting shadows it is so bright.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I have always felt like the moon is common ground.  The sun warms everyone up, but the moon can actually be examined.  You can stare straight at it, and you wont go blind.  Everyone sees the moon.  It used to be when I would see a cool moon, like a real yellow one or even a reddish one, I would call people and tell them to look at the moon.  I would call people that were physically near me, to share it with them, and I would call people that were far away, just to give them a heads up that they might have a cool looking moon.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So, even though every morning you wake up in your bed, stumble to the bathroom, get ready, do what ever you have to do, drive to work, maybe pick up some drive through or coffee on the way to where ever you are going, work, go home prepare your own dinner sit on your couch, watch TV, maybe have a beer.  I am here, and when I wake up, I have to get completely dressed to even go pee, take a shower with 8 other dudes, carry a rifle with me everywhere I go, walk around in the blistering heat, sit on my bed or my broken lawn chair if I want to sit anywhere, and I have dust every where... We all still have the moon.  Now don't think that Im upset about what I am doing here, or my living conditions, I know that it could be much worse.  I am thankful to have a bed, running water 40 yards away, and internet (even if it is the slowest thing ever).  I am glad that I have those things, but looking at the moon makes me feel like I am home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-237701637746693385?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/237701637746693385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=237701637746693385&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/237701637746693385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/237701637746693385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/06/moon.html' title='The Moon'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-2104820614844606089</id><published>2009-05-31T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T02:53:16.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The past few days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; I went to maleef (coffee and tea with the Shieks).  There are some pictures from it farther down the page.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; was my final run before the 10K.  I decided to do a trial 10K, I ran it in 59 minutes and 56 Seconds.  I was happy with that time.  My goals for the 10K were to run it in under an hour and run the entire thing.  I only had two or three weeks of preparation.  With my trial run I walked twice for a total of about 2ish minutes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, I went to work and worked on a few things there.  At about 7:30ish, my Superintendent told me that the General was coming at 1300 to do my reenlistment.  A reenlistment may be done by any commissioned officer, from any US military branch of service.  It just happened that one of the Captains we know, knew a General on base and called in a favor for me.  It was an Air force Brigadier General (1-star).  He was a very laid back and cool guy.  When he got to work, he sat down with me and got to know me a little bit.  Afterwards, we did the reenlistment ceremony.  Basically all you need is a flag, an officer, an enlisted person, and an oath.  There were a couple of pictures taken, they are on the slide show farther down the page.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Oath&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I, (&lt;i&gt;NAME&lt;/i&gt;), do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice. So help me God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;After the ceremony, I told him about what we do at work, and showed him some of the capabilities.  After that, he said his goodbyes and then awarded me with a coin.  If you are counting, that is my third coin for this deployment, and my second from a General.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday (today)&lt;/span&gt; I got up early and went to go run the 10K.  It was supposed to be the Veterans Serving Veterans 10K, but I think they changed that name... Either way it was a 10K (6.22 miles).  We aren't aloud to run outside with headphones on, so I took some speakers and put them in my camelback and plugged that into my iPod, it works great!  I can't take credit for the idea, I stole it from my buddy in Korea, Thanks VV.  I got many compliments on it while we running.  I finished in 140th place (out of probably 250 or 300).  I didn't walk at all and my time was 54 minutes and 48 seconds.  That is about 8:48/ mile.  I was pretty happy with my time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back home:&lt;/span&gt;  Mary is doing the MS 150 bike ride.  75 miles one day and 75 miles the next...  That is much much much much much much more than I want to bike in my life.  I haven't talked to her, due to her poor cell signal.  But I did get a text and she said she was tired, but it was going well.  Since she is gone, my parents came up to watch Maddox for the weekend.  They brought there two little dogs, and I know Maddox and my Macy (my dog) liked that!  Unfortunately, when Mary asked them to watch MDX, Mary didn't realize that it was their Anniversary weekend (34 years of marriage).  They were still willing to do it, they get to spend time with their granddaughter... who would pass that up?  My dad also took care of a few things around the house: fixed the mower (it wasn't broken), mowed, drove my car, and who knows what else he found to fix.  Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad, 34 down... a lifetime to go.  Thank you for teaching me how to love another person.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow (Monday)&lt;/span&gt;, is Mason's birthday.  That is my older brother, who lives in Little Rock with his wife and two dogs.  He just got back from Afghanistan a few weeks ago, and we are all thankful that he made it home safely.  Mason and I have brothers for over 24 years (thats how old I am, he is turning 27).  When we were little we got along great, as we got older and went to different schools, we argued more and more.  Then he left for the Air force, and we became friends again.  Some of the greatest memories I have of him are actually violent ones, but we still love each other in the end.  One time we were moving all of the deck furniture into the garage because a hurricane was coming, and he started yelling at me for one reason or another.  Afterwards, he felt really bad and asked me to keep helping him, of course I did (Dad would have killed us if that shit wasn't put away).  One time, I wanted to cut a piece of cake, but Mason wanted to cut it also.  I was holding the blade of the knife by the handle and he grabbed it by the blade... Well believe it or not, the blade ended up stabbing him.  Sorry Mason.  Back when we shared a room, it was time to go to bed one night, and I took a belt and hit him with it.  I don't remember why I did it, I do remember jumping in bed and telling him to be quite because I didn't want to get in trouble.  Sorry for that one also Mason.  There last memory I will leave you with: we were standing in the kitchen horsing around, and pushing each other.  He caught me off balance, and pushed harder than he had been pushing, I flew back a few feet, fell on the ground and hit my head on the door to a cabinet.  Before I hit the ground I was laughing about it, and Mason was lunging to catch me.  He didn't catch me and he felt bad that it happened.  But hey, we are brothers, its what we do.  Mason, I wish you a happy birthday, drink a beer for me, and I'll talk to you later!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Verdana"&gt;That is all for now from hot and sunny Iraq, I miss and love you all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-2104820614844606089?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/2104820614844606089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=2104820614844606089&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/2104820614844606089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/2104820614844606089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/05/past-few-days.html' title='The past few days'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-6883119192345847419</id><published>2009-05-31T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T02:12:36.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The top 10 reasons to be in the AF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; 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font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A day to remember fallen soldiers.  I heard the history of Memorial day on the radio today.  I was going to look it up and type it all out, but my internet is moving really slow (I can't even check my e-mail).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Back home most businesses close, people have cookouts, drink a couple of beers, and have a moment of silence to remember the soldiers.  Well in Iraq it is another day in the life.  I got up, showered, went to work, typed up some stuff, briefed a Col. on what we do, and then started getting stuff together for a BBQ!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We got a grill the other day and we wanted to have a cookout tonight.  I was put in charge of getting everything together.  Besides the grill we didn't have anything else.  From the chow hall, we scored some raw veggies from the salad bar, a stack of plates, some plastic ware, ketchup, mustard, and a few bags of chips.  Then we headed to the PX.  That is where we were going to get charcoal, a spatula, paper towels, burgers, dogs, buns, cheese, more chips, and foil.  When we got there, we were highly disappointed.  They were out of burgers, dogs and buns.  We got everything else and went back to work.  My Captain said that we should check at the gas station about a mile down the road.  I went and boy was I surprised!!  They had all the normal stuff gas stations should have but in Arab brands and some weird things.  They also had beef burgers, chicken burgers, shrimp, cornish game hens, and milk cream with honey.  I wasn't too sure about that last one.  I got the chicken and beef burgers.  We still needed buns though.  So I went back to the chow hall and grabbed about two loaves of sliced bread.  After that we had everything that we needed.  While I was getting the bread, my Captain was getting the grill started.  Before we grilled, we had a little cigar social, that was relaxing.  Another guy and I grilled the burgers (the PX doesn't sell any seasonings except salt and pepper, so they were kind of bland) and grilled the veggies as well.  The only thing missing was beer, and drunk people.  Everything was delicious and the Captain asked me to start planning for the 4th of July cookout.  I think we might do an entire Pig!  We need cornhole to play also, that would be fun.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I have Tuesday off because I didn't get a day off this weekend (I tried telling my Sgt that I didn't need a day off, but what do I know).  I also found out today that the General who was supposed to do my reenlistment on Thursday, cant make it.  So it looks like my Captain will do it.  Whatever, I'm still getting the bonus!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Also today in the mail I got 5 pounds of protein mix!  I got 2.5 pounds of cookies and cream and 2.5 pounds of cakebatter.  I haven't tried the cookies and cream yet, but the cakebatter is out of this world!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That is about it.  I'm telling you, my life is pretty boring out here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-259474298701781399?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/259474298701781399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=259474298701781399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/259474298701781399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/259474298701781399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day_25.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-5353525826296057957</id><published>2009-05-20T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:58:08.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What day is it?</title><content type='html'>My previous post was titled "Happy Monday".  Turns out that I posted that on a Tuesday...  I don't know what day it is.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was hot, nothing new.  I went to run 6.3 miles, but it was over 100 degrees outside and I have never run in that kind of weather.  I was only able to run the first half.  I started out too fast, and with the heat, it was too much.  Even though I didn't finish the run, I found my limit.  I plan on running tomorrow morning, and lifting in the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, Thursday, evening I was planning on going back to meet with the Sheiks.  Their coffee and tea was really good.  If anyone has any questions for the Sheiks, let me know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-5353525826296057957?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/5353525826296057957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=5353525826296057957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/5353525826296057957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/5353525826296057957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-day-is-it.html' title='What day is it?'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-381041410728360741</id><published>2009-05-19T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:25:12.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This morning I got up and ran 4 miles (from my CHU around the lake and back).  I started my run at 6AM, somehow that early in the morning I needed sunglasses and it was in the mid to upper 80s.  I ran the 4 miles in 36 minutes and 3 seconds, a hair slower than 9 minute miles.  I felt good after I ran it.  I was trying to run a 9 minute pace, and I succeeded.  When I got back to my CHU, I took my socks and shoes off and realized that I had a HUGE blood blister on my foot.  I didn't feel it forming, but I can feel it now!  My buddy, who is a medic, told me not to pop it, let it pop on its own and when it does to go see him and he will put something on it to keep it from getting infected.  He told me what he would put on it, but I don't remember what it was now.  After work I went to the gym with my roommate, Nick, and we did chest, triceps, and abs.  After that I got a shower and then went to chow, I had a stuffed pepper and pork with 2 skim milks.  It was really good.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;At work we have a few clocks with thermometers on them.  Today I thought that it would be a good idea to put one outside to see how hot it was.  I set it up in the shade around 1400ish,  I checked it around 1500 and it read 108F.  THAT IS HOT!!  The heat here isn't like anything that I have ever encountered before.  When I got to Texas, people told me not to worry because it was a dry heat.  Well Texas is not a dry heat, and everyone that told me that is out of control!  It is such a dry heat here, that when you get home from the gym, your sweat filled shirt has dried.  I think that 108 is one of the hottest temperatures that I have seen (and I know it will get only hotter here).  I have been told that it gets so hot and dry that you cant tell that you are sweating, it evaporates before you notice it!!  CRAZY!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Tomorrow, I am planning on running the lake twice (that'll be about 6.3ish miles).  I am going to try to do it in under an hour.  I have never been a distance runner, and I don't think that I want to start.  I think a 10K might be my max... But who knows, maybe I will run this and really like it.  The 10K is on the 31st of May.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Also this evening I have been listening to Harry Chapin and that has put me in a really good mood.  I have been smiling since I hit play!  I even started re-listening to the songs.  I don't have the song on my computer, but "All my life is a circle" is a really good one and reminds me of this place because everyday is the same!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Anyways, I hope that everyone is doing well!  I love and miss all of you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-381041410728360741?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/381041410728360741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=381041410728360741&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/381041410728360741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/381041410728360741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-monday.html' title='Happy Monday!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-6092388769296504526</id><published>2009-05-16T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T02:28:02.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT just another day</title><content type='html'>It isn't just another day...  I got a box of goodies from my wonderful wonderful wife!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Last night after reading for a little bit, I turned off my light and started going to sleep.  After 15 or 20 minutes or so, I was woken up by my roommate opening the door.  When I realized what was going on, I saw that he had mail in his hands.  I got a package from my wife!!  It was filled with all sorts of goodies:  Men's health and Men's fitness magazine, newspaper, crossword puzzles, flavored coffee, chocolate covered coffee beans, gold fish, the rubber ball attached to a paddle game, NC flag, protein mix, gum, beef jerky, some pictures of Maddox, some of Maddox's art work, and an Anniversary card from Mary.  I was really happy to get it, and I had trouble getting back to sleep after that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I woke up Saturday morning around 0550, got dressed, brushed my teeth, and headed over for the Asain-Pacific Heritage 5K.  There were probably between 450 and 500 people there.  The people in charge had 250 or 300 t-shirts to give out (no one knew the exact number).  So the first 250 (or 300) people to finish got t-shirts.  I finished 214th place.  I ran 25 minutes 11 seconds, I was hoping to run it under 24 minutes.  I need to train a little harder I guess.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My roommate, Nick, mentioned the Veterans Serving Veterans 10K that is coming up on the 31st of May.  He said I should run it to earn my re-enlistment bonus (I am re-enlisting the day before that).    I don't know if I want to run 6 miles...  I think 4 miles is the most that I have run at one time.  I am going to start hitting the treadmill more and running the hill.  I will see how I feel, and possibly I will run the 10K, who knows.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;After the race, I picked up laundry, had a shake, shower, dropped off laundry, went to the PX, came home, made my bed, read one of the magazines that Mary sent me and then ate lunch.  I plan on making a few phone calls later today, maybe a light workout, possible movie or two, and an early bed time I think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-6092388769296504526?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/6092388769296504526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=6092388769296504526&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/6092388769296504526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/6092388769296504526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-just-another-day.html' title='NOT just another day'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-1244549881393771890</id><published>2009-05-15T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T08:44:09.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The past three days and a little bit of the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Normal day.  However, we went to an early dinner and then met with some people.  We didn't get home from that until 2130ish (9:30PM).  I went to bed with the intention of waking up and going to the gym in the morning...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Alarm went off... I stayed in bed.  What can I say, Im lazy.  I skipped breakfast and had a protein shake, and while everyone else went to breakfast I payed some bills and other stuff like that.  For work, I went to help the people that I met the night before, I was there to answer some of their questions and teach them a little more about what we do and the processes that everything needs to go through (kind of vague, but get used to it).  After working with them, I went to the gym, came back and had a protein shake.  It was about 1730 at this time, and I was told that we were leaving at 1850.  So I was going to shower, and go get dinner around 1800.  While I was finishing up my shake, I saw some of the people that I work with, and they told me that we were leaving at 1745 now.  So I finished my shake, washed out my shaker and got my uniform back on (no shower).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We went over near the flight line and met a few other people there.  We then took a little trip to the Iraqi side of the base.  We were going to a malif (I don't know if I am spelling that correctly).  The way a malif was explained to me was: a gathering place where friends could come and visit and stay as long as they wanted for no charge.  We went and there were 3 sheiks there.  We were also joined by the Iraqi Special Operations Force (ISOF) First Battalion and their commander.  The 3 Sheiks were also in the ISOF 1st Battalion, but since they were Sheiks they were given special positions to run the Malif.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We had to take our shoes off before we entered the room.  We walked in (no boots, but we did have our socks on) and shook everyone's hand.  After each hand shake we were told to put our hand over our heart as a sign of respect.  We all sat on the floor, and in the Arab culture you aren't supposed to show the bottom of your feet, so we had to be careful when we sat down, and how we sat.  After we had been sitting down for a few minutes, we were asked to introduce our selves (we were speaking through an interpreter).  After the introductions, one of the servers took a bag of stuff to one of the Sheiks.  The Sheik then told us (through the interpreter, of course) that in the bag he had a bunch of prayer beads for us.  The server then came back in the room with a coffee kettle and two cups.  He would fill a cup and give it to the first person, then fill the second cup and give it to the second person.  When the first person was done (to tell the server that you were done, you were supposed to raise the cup and shake it) the server took the cup and poured a cup for the third person.  Then took the second cup and gave it to the 4th person.  So everyone drank the coffee out of those two cups... kind of gross, but whatever.  The server got to me, and I was surprised by the small amount of coffee, it was literally just a sip.  The coffee was a very dark roast, with a strong smell and a bitter flavor.  I loved it, I had 2 servings then and 2 servings later when they came through for round two!  Shortly after the coffee, the server brought a little saucer and glass of tea for everyone (we got our own glasses for this).  They were not tea cups, or mugs.  They were a little glass probably 4 or 5 ounces.  It also had a small silver spoon in it to stir it.  We were told that it was a chai tea.  It was hot and extremely sweet.  I don't like tea, but this stuff was pretty good!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This was my first time trying to have a conversation through a translator, it was kind of awkward, and I was scared at first.  I didn't want to offend them, or look like the ignorant American.  After about an hour, I got into it and started asking questions.  I asked them what they did for a living and that was when they explained that they were enlisted and commissioned in the ISOF, but since they were sheiks they were able to do the malif instead (kind of like a special duty).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;After about two hours or so, the ISOF Commander got up and left, and as soon as he did all but about 5 or 10 of the ISOF soldiers got up and left also.  The soldiers that stayed were talking to other Americans in the room.  Shortly after that we all left.  As we were outside putting our boots on, two of the ISOF soldiers came up to me and taught me how to pray with the prayer beads.  That was kind of cool!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We didn't get back to our CHU (Containerized Housing Unit, where we live) until about 2230.  I am usually reading or asleep by then.  I ended up getting to bed around 2315ish.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Friday (today):&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I got up at 0550 and went to the gym and worked out for about 45 minutes or so, just cardio.  I had a protein shake and showered.  We went to work and I decided to make a bench with the scrap wood that a got last week, or the week before, I don't know everyday is the same.  I made a bench out of a 2"x12"x8' and 2"x4" scraps.  After that I decided to make a little table/ottoman.  It was really hot and sunny.  I had a hat and sunglasses on to keep the sun off of my head and out of my eyes.  I'm pretty sure that I didn't get burned.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;After that I went to lunch.  Then I went to take care of my re-enlistment paperwork.  I am currently scheduled to re-enlist on 30MAY09, I am going to get a pretty healthy tax-free bonus.  I am signing up for another 5 years.  I am pretty excited about it all!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Tomorrow:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;There is a 5K on base starting at 0700.  Tomorrow is also my day off, so I haven't quite decided if I want to wake up early and go run.  I plan on working out, however, I wasn't really planning on getting up that early.  I also need to drop off and pick up laundry, maybe go to the PX, and relax.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That is all for now, I love and miss all of you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-1244549881393771890?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/1244549881393771890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=1244549881393771890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/1244549881393771890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/1244549881393771890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/05/past-three-days-and-little-bit-of.html' title='The past three days and a little bit of the future'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-5251424465144324985</id><published>2009-05-12T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:35:26.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So if you haven't read the news: &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/meast/05/12/iraq.soldiers.killed/index.html"&gt;http://edition.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/meast/05/12/iraq.soldiers.killed/index.html&lt;/a&gt;  Go to this website, it tells what happened.  I am ok, no worries.  The stress clinic is about a mile from where I work, give or take.  We did not hear the shots, but when we were driving home after work, we saw all the cop's cars and the building was taped off.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;On to a lighter note:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I purchased a small amount of protein mix and have been trying to stay motivated enough to workout as often as possible.  For dinner I am eating a big salad with VERY little dressing, chicken on the side, and skim milk.  For lunch I have a wrap with turkey, swiss, pickles, lettuce, and peppers (I am going to cut out the cheese).  If I workout in the morning, then I don't go to breakfast.  And I have a protein shake, and maybe ask someone to pick up a few hard boiled eggs for me (I don't eat the yolks).  I am trying to stick to that to see if that will help me lose some inches from my stomach, along with a ton of working out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;When I go to the gym, I start with my normal warm-up: 3 sets of back extensions and overextended sit-ups (set of 20, 15 and 15 reps).  then I do 3 sets of pull-ups (10, 5, and 5 reps).  And finally for my warm-up hanging leg raises 3 sets of 10 middle and 5 on each side.  After that I move onto my main workout, it could be upper body with dumbbells, core workout, or lower body.  Then I move onto some cardio on the elliptical.  When I workout in the morning it is usually to go run.  **Starting the day with cardio is always a good call**.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Work has been ssssssllllloooowwww...  Today I swept the outdoor pad, it had a ton of dust on it.  It was almost pointless to do, because the wind will just blow more dust in.  But it was something to do.  I also helped fill in a hole.  There were a couple of other small tasks, but I can't remember them right now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;While I was sweeping the pad, I was thinking about being home and sweeping out my carport.  All that was missing was the the TV and an ice cold brew in my hand... and the car port and cooler weather, and a family inside waiting to spend time with me...  That kind of made me miss home, but I'm used to not being home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That is all for now, I miss and love all of you!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-5251424465144324985?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/5251424465144324985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=5251424465144324985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/5251424465144324985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/5251424465144324985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/05/catch-up.html' title='Catch-up'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-8096705856462858902</id><published>2009-05-06T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:45:14.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mail Call!</title><content type='html'>Today I got my first piece of mail.  It was just a little note from one of my previous supervisor's wife.  When the Master Sergeant (MSgt) dropped it off, he started asking me questions about how I wanted to do my re-enlistment.  He is going to start looking into it, and hopefully real soon Ill sign another 5 years of my life away!  Only this time, I get a bonus for it!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had most of today off, I 'worked' about 2 hours.  Then my roommate and I watched a movie, I ended up taking a nap during it.  Later in the day I went to MWR (Morale Welfare and Recreation) and made a few phone calls, worked out, showered, ate dinner, and that was pretty much my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all from the sandbox, Ill talk to you guys later.  I love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-8096705856462858902?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/8096705856462858902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=8096705856462858902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/8096705856462858902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/8096705856462858902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/05/mail-call.html' title='Mail Call!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-6298035364013772771</id><published>2009-05-04T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:53:38.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Today is my anniversary, Mary and I have been married for 3 years today.  I dont tell her enough, but she means the world to me!  She is definitely the best thing that has ever happened to me.  If I hadn't been disqualified from the AF in 2003, we never would have met.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We met a Teens Encounter Christ (TEC) team meeting.  TEC is an awesome event, but that's not what Im here to talk about.  We were doing a circle prayer and everyone was standing in a circle, we happened to be next to each other, and everyone was holding hands (I saw the cute lady, and wanted to be near her).  After the prayer, she turned to me and said, "You sweat alot!"  From that moment on I was enthralled, intrigued, in love.  We would talk casually at meetings and online, to her I was just the college boy with no worries in life.  To me she was the most beautiful woman I had ever met, she was straightforward, loved music and she was a teacher (I dated 3 teachers-to-be before her).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;About a year after we met, I was offered a job as a Youth Director at a church about 2 hours away, I think (I don't remember how long it takes to drive there).  Either way, by the time I moved down there, we were talking more and more.  I invited her down to my apartment one weekend.  She said that she would come check it out, but she might have to leave Saturday (it was her way out incase I was too weird).  Well I must have been funny and cute enough, she stayed until Sunday afternoon/ evening.  I told her that I didn't want to officially date (mainly because I didn't have money for Christmas presents).  We were kind of officially dating shortly after Christmas, I think.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;At the end of that school year (my second year of college), I went on a trip to Europe for 10 days.  That has nothing to do with the story, but after that I moved back home where I was closer to her.  We worked at Summer camp together, that was fun and showed me more and more reasons to love her: she is an awesome musician, great with kids, puts up with me, and loves to joke.  After that Summer, she was still working at the school teaching and I got a job as a car detailer.  We spent a ton of time together and I ended up staying at her apartment a lot, it was great.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That fall we went to Little Rock for my brother Mason's wedding.  It was fun to see family and introduce Mary to them.  I was happy that even though Mary wasn't family, Mason and Jennie were cool with her coming out.  Shortly after we got back we went to Asheville, NC to see the Biltmore Estate, and Chimney Rock.  We went to the top of Chimney rock and while sitting on the edge of the cliff, I pulled the ring box out of my sock (safe place) and made sure that the ring was still in it.  I don't remember my exact words (I was kind of nervous) but I said something like, 'Mary, you once said that you would marry me, were you serious?"  She responded with a yes.  I then showed her the ring and said, "Will you marry me?"  She had no clue!  It was perfect.  She was so concerned about the edge of the cliff, she wasn't paying attention to me, so she didn't see me grab the ring out of my sock.  We went back to the hotel room and called friends and family and told them.  My father-in-law still gives me a hard time about not asking him if I could marry his daughter.  The next morning we went to the Biltmore, it was beautiful.  The day after that we went home and Mary was able to show off her ring.  I was happy, to say the least, that she said yes.  A few months after that I went to Basic Training, and we got married the day I graduated Basic (Cinco de Mayo 2006).  It was kind of unplanned, but my mom was happy that she got to be there.  However, I am the only person I know that didn't get to spend his wedding night with his wife.  Whatever, we made up for it (don't read too much into that).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Anyways, I stayed in Texas and Mary went back to Raleigh for a month or so.  She eventually moved down to Texas with me for a few months.  We had fun, I went to work before the sun came up and got home late in the afternoon, and she stayed home most of the time and did things around the house or around town.  It was good, probably the simplest our lives ever were and ever will be together.  After two months or so of being there with me, she left to go to Grad school in Michigan.  Before I went to Korea, I went to Michigan to see her for a few days.  Turns out we got pregnant while I was there, yes we were trying, don't you ever tell Maddox that she is a mistake!  Mary came to visit me while I was in Korea, she got there when she was about 3 months prego.  When I saw her after she got off the plane, I said the stupidest thing that I could, "You're Huge!"  I meant it in a good way.  She was a hot pregnant lady.  she spent 10 days in Korea with me, not long, but it was good.  I was in Korea for our first anniversary.  I came home 2 weeks before Maddox was born and that was one of the greatest days of my life!!  It was hard for me to leave when she was only 2 weeks old, but I didn't have much of a choice.  But I knew that I would be back in a few months.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I came back shortly before Christmas,  Maddox seemed huge to me, and she hasn't quit growing since then.  For our second anniversary, I gave Mary a pair of tickets to a dinner cruise (we didn't go on that cruise for a long time afterwards, but when we did it was great).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Mary and I have been through alot together.  We had a kid, we have had fights and made up, we have laughed and cried.  But the thing that makes us the strongest, is knowing that the other will always be there for us.  I know that no matter how stupid or ignorant I might be or I might sound, she will still love me in the end.  I see how she is with Maddox, and I know Maddox sees how much we love each other.  Without Mary, I would not be the man that I am today.  If she had written me off when we first met, then I wouldn't be as nice as I am today, I wouldn't have the love that she shows me everyday.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I know this is mushy and might not make sense, but it is for Mary, and I would do just about anything for her!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Mary, I love you and happy anniversary.  Im sorry that I missed another one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-6298035364013772771?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/6298035364013772771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=6298035364013772771&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/6298035364013772771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/6298035364013772771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-years.html' title='3 years!!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-1502545000177361070</id><published>2009-05-03T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:51:07.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waste of time</title><content type='html'>Last week, I was excited because I was helping set-up my work area.  It was solely up to me how to lay everything out.  I asked for suggestions from my superiors and they basically told me to do my best... Well thanks guys!  They got here and in a matter of about 3 hours changed practically everything that I did.  Basically made me feel worthless.  So, needless to say, I was upset this morning.  All of the guys that I was helping set-up were angry because we put 3 full 12 hour days in to get stuff the way we wanted it.  Then we had to go back and change it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only did they change everything, but they basically wouldn't listen to my argument of why I set it up the way that I did.  I take that back, they listened but they didn't hear it.  Since it wasn't their way, it wasn't the right way!  Dammit!  I love being the lowest ranking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later in the day I was reminded of something my Mother told me a long time ago.  She said, "Marshall, you never meet a stranger."  At the time I didn't understand it, but now I do.  I saw a guy throwing out some 2 X 4 lumber,  I went over and talked to him and he said that we could have it, and that he had a bunch more if we came and picked it up.  We went and got a good amount of lumber along with a stool and a set of golf clubs.  He also said to check back anytime we needed anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That last portion, brightened my day!  Turned my day around quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, my entire body hurt.  Almost like I was getting the flu.  I went to bed early and when I woke up, I felt great.  However early morning my stomach started getting a weird pain.  I don't know what is was or why it hurt.  It is now bedtime and it still occasionally hurts.  I thought maybe I was full, maybe I was hungry, maybe I had to go to the bathroom... None of those made me feel any better.  I also didn't have much of an appetite yesterday or today.  let's hope that Im not sick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all from here, have a wonderful day and night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-1502545000177361070?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/1502545000177361070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=1502545000177361070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/1502545000177361070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/1502545000177361070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/05/waste-of-time.html' title='Waste of time'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-3617130479417738794</id><published>2009-05-01T13:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:34:42.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day to remember</title><content type='html'>There are certain days that a man will never forget.  His first girlfriend, his first kiss, when he found out that he was going to be a daddy, the day he became a daddy, the day he met the love of his life, the day he bought a ring for the love of his life.  The list goes on and on... But today:  I pooped in Saddam's Palace!  It wasn't the golden toilet, but I still pooped in the palace.  To my knowledge, no one in my family has ever pooped in a palace before (I think that makes me the closest thing to a kind...)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout my travels I have encountered many bathrooms that I felt were picture worthy:  When I was in The Tower of London, I got a picture of me on a toilet, when I was in rural North Carolina, I got a picture of me leaving a colonial port-a-potty, When I was in Korea I got a picture of me pretending to poop in their hole in the ground bathrooms.  While this was the first famous bathroom I have used along my travels, I had business to take care of and didn't take the time to get a picture of it.  That might disappoint some, and relieve others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did get a few pictures of the dust storm today!  I might be able to get those to load tonight, we will see.  That is all for now.  Good night, and I love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-3617130479417738794?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/3617130479417738794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=3617130479417738794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3617130479417738794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/3617130479417738794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-to-remember.html' title='A day to remember'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-2837778549982447973</id><published>2009-04-30T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T09:39:01.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*MTEwOTQzOTUzNyZwdD*xMjQxMTA5NDkwMjkzJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*xNTlhNGNjYTY5ZTg*MDQ2OWJiN2I3ZjMwMDFjN2ExYyZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-6813953894700295663</id><published>2009-04-29T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T07:24:32.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dust storm</title><content type='html'>Just another day (hence the name of the blog).  However, today it was REALLY dusty.  The dust started a little before lunch time and continued...  I went to the PX and got a folding chair so that I would have somewhere to sit in my room.  I also decided that I should get a face cover, it can be used to keep dust out of your eyes and ears and also help keep the sun off of your head and neck.  I figured that it was a good investment.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that nothing new and nothing out of the ordinary, I hope that everyone back in the states is doing well!  I miss you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-6813953894700295663?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/6813953894700295663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=6813953894700295663&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/6813953894700295663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/6813953894700295663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/04/dust-storm.html' title='Dust storm'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-9154358942493681463</id><published>2009-04-27T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:54:02.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Care Package</title><content type='html'>My wife, mother, and mother-in-law have all asked me what I wanted mailed to me.  I DO NOT want cookies or brownies or any sweets!!  I am trying to get back into shape and eat healthier.  Also according to General Order 1B, there is to be no pornography (this includes Maxim and other similar magazines) and no alcohol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im am researching websites that make care packages for military.  Here is what I found so far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.healthytroops.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That seems like a fairly good webiste.  All of the other websites give a lot of the stuff that is better for people in the trenches, that dont have access to a PX.  But healthytroops.com, they give protein mix and vitamin packs.  I have access to vitamins here and I also brought my own.  However the protein that they have is very limited. and expensive.  Muscle milk is some of the better tasting that I have had.  I have also had body fortress, the vanilla was good, but the chocolate was HORRIBLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also Chewy bars are good!  They are great for after a workout or a little pick-me-up when you cant get to the chow hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe a good cigar or two also... It'll be good to celebrate once we get stuff done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLEASE DON'T FEEL OBLIGATED TO SEND ME ANYTHING!  I DO HAVE ACCESS TO THE ESSENTIALS AND THEN SOME.  I am sitting in my bed right now typing this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will not be posting my mailing address.  If you would like to get my temporary mailing address, you will need to speak to my wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-9154358942493681463?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/9154358942493681463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=9154358942493681463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/9154358942493681463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/9154358942493681463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/04/care-package.html' title='Care Package'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-1528525784265869551</id><published>2009-04-27T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:12:26.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 3?</title><content type='html'>I think it is day 3...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever, my alarm went off at 5:30, I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth.  I came back and saw that Mary was on Skype so we talked for about 40 minutes or so.  That was nice, even though it was bedtime for her.  After we got off the phone I showered and we all went to breakfast.  I had hard-boiled eggs, Turkey Sausage, rice, low-fat milk, and soymilk.  We went to work and got cracking.  For lunch I had two Turkey sandwiches on Wheat with pickles, green peppers and lettuce.  It was really good!  I also had Soymilk to drink again.  I grabbed a diet pepsi, I took it back to work to put in the fridge.  I also noticed that they have non-alcoholic beer in the chow halls, it doesn't even seem worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I stay up to talk to Mary, then I will be up until atleast 11.  And that is just to start talking.  So if I stay up until midnight on the phone, go to bed, get up at 6 (that is 6 hours of sleep) then I can go work out for an hour, get back at 7, shower, get breakfast to go, and then walk to work... That should get me there in plenty of time.  If I had protein mix, then I could drink that and cut a step out of my morning and save time.  The PX has a limited supply of protein mix so I might have to order it online.  Maybe I will go to the PX buy a small amount of the bad tasting stuff and then get online and order the good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are supplied unlimited amounts of water in liter bottles, and I think I have drank 4 or 5 today and also atleast a pot of coffee and the milk and soymilk with my meals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner is soon, and then I am going to workout real quick, shower and wait to talk to Mary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-1528525784265869551?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/1528525784265869551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=1528525784265869551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/1528525784265869551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/1528525784265869551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-3.html' title='day 3?'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-1482353274746417109</id><published>2009-04-26T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T08:06:31.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I have arrived there hasn't been too much work to accomplish.  I gave some input on layout and a few other things and made a couple of adjustments.  The food has been ok...  I have been trying to eat a healthy-ish diet.  However, if they run out of the chicken breast then Im stuck with a grilled cheese, a slice of roast beef or something similar to that.  Then when it comes to green vegetables, Im not a fan of many of them... I like green beans, asparagus, and lettuce.  So then I make a salad, but the only thing to put on it is hard boiled egg and pepper, which makes for kind of a bland salad.  For breakfast I get hard boiled eggs and some sort of meat.  I drank the milk once, but all they have is whole milk.  Im not snacking, and Im drinking a ton of water.  I went to the PX to pick-up some protein mix, but it cost almost double what it costs in the states, so I held off on it for now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I tried uploading some pictures and the bandwidth is so low that I haven't been able to as of yet...  But I do keep trying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did get to meet a couple of people that were here for a USO tour and had a few pictures taken with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-4093424487265927470</id><published>2009-04-24T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:45:38.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrival</title><content type='html'>I arrived Friday evening here at Victory.  Two of the comm Sgts picked me up.  We went and got my room, got some food and went to the BX (I needed a pillow).  Then I went back to my room and unpacked and got settle in.  I also ordered wireless internet ($65/ month), a little pricey, but I want to stay in contact with people.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to see Mary and Maddox on Skype last night before I went to bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are wondering I am 7 hours ahead of Eastern time.  Well it is time to meet up with everyone and go to breakfast and then work.  Ill try to upload some pictures, I was having trouble getting it to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-4093424487265927470?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/4093424487265927470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=4093424487265927470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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all my travels, I was robbed.  This kind of thievery cant be happening, I wont put up with it anymore!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was robbed of Wednesday the 22nd of March in the year of our Lord 2009.  All day Thursday, I kept thinking it was Wednesday... turns out that I was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so empty inside without that day.  Im just kidding but really, that is a mind blow when you lose a day like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-2268848908482150601?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/2268848908482150601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=2268848908482150601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/2268848908482150601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/2268848908482150601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday??'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-1097168143322975139</id><published>2009-04-23T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T03:06:13.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SfA9CxWiEkI/AAAAAAAAACo/vGaS-Jwk-Dg/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;0 hour&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;Mary and Maddox took me to the base with all of my gear.  We went to pick-up my weapon and my ride to the airport met us there.  I said goodbye to my two favorite ladies, got my weapon, and then started across the water.  We got to the airport, and checked my bags.  Then I went to the 'Norfolk Varsity Grill' to grab a rum and coke before I went through security (don't you judge me, I wont be drinking for at least the next 6 and half months).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SfA9CxWiEkI/AAAAAAAAACo/vGaS-Jwk-Dg/s200/MyPicture.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327825476996174402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me in the bar at ORF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;hour 1&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Going through security:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The people in front of me were apparently new to the FAA regulations and didn't have a clue about what to do.  Meanwhile I was taking off my boots, getting my computer out of my bag, and looking for  metal in my pockets.  As I was walking through the metal detector I realized that I still had my dog tags on (Im not used to wearing them), but there was no problem with that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;hour 2&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I then looked close at my boarding pass and realized that there wasn't a seat number on it.  I guess that Southwest has open seating...Who knew?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I then went to the USS Norfolk restaurant and got an order of potato wedges.  They were delicious!  We boarded late and landed late... Luckily, I had a long layover in Baltimore.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Hour 4&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It was a good thing that I had a long layover in Baltimore.  I had to pick up all of my bags, and then lug them across the entire airport.  I got to the Air Mobility Command (AMC) terminal and they told me that I couldnt check-in yet.  I was with a Captain from the same area as me and we were going to the same place.  We decided to get some lunch while we waited&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Hour 6&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I to check into my flight, as I was waiting in line I started wondering if I could combine my three bags into just two, I was able to do it Yay!  My awesome wife made chocolate peanut butter chip cookies for me to take to make friends.  I offered the lady at the check-in counter one to start her off on a good foot.  She didn't want one... Oh well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Hour 7&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;After check-in the Captain and I went to the USO.  I ended up running into one of my friends from Korea there, she was heading TDY to Germany.  We talked for probably 30 minutes or so, and then she said that she had to go check-in.  I stayed in the USO trying to get the internet to work on my computer (I couldn't get it for some reason).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Hour 8&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My friend from Korea and I went to an airport restaurant.  I forget the name of it, but I had an awesome Bacon cheeseburger and fries (delicious last American meal).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Hour 9&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We went back to the USO and I was able to get my internet to work.  I sent Mary one last e-mail from the states.  Then it was time to go through security again.  It was all people from our flight, I gave out a few more of Mary's cookies (they were a huge hit!).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Hour 11&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I got through security, refilled my water bottle, and watched the sun set, It was beautiful.  Then it got dark and started thundering and lightning, I was worried that they might delay our flight, but they didn't.  The guy that I was seated next to was an army doctor, a really cool guy.  I told him that I was reading 'Deception Point' by Dan Brown (the guy that wrote 'Da Vinci Code').  He told me that if I liked that then I should read 'Angels and Demons'.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Hour 12&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We took off, we had a long flight... I dont know how long.  But I think I only slept for about an hour and halfor so of the flight.  They showed three movies: 'Ink Heart' 'Quantum of Solace' and 'Madagascar'.  I didnt want to watch 'Ink Hear' because it sounded stupid.  But I couldnt sleep, so I did watch it and it was stupid.  I slept through the end of Ink Heart and the openeing of 'Quantum of Solace' but when I woke up and realized it was on, I couldnt get my headphones to work, so I missed pretty much all of it, and I watched some up 'Madagascar'.  The food was alright on the flight.  I had the BBQ beef with mashed potatoes.  Later they served a continental breakfast, that wasn't even subpar.  It had a quaker chewy bar, yogurt, and a gross looking pastry.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Hour...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Looking back on it, I dont have a clue what hour we were in at this point.  We landed in Germany and went to the USO there.  It was pretty nice.  They had free internet, coffee and drinks.  We were there for about an hour or so, then they told us to go back through security, so that took another 45 minutes or so.  Then we sat in the terminal for another 45ish minutes.  That wasnt too bad of a wait, there was a little boy (a week younger than Maddox) that was near me playing and it was cute to watch him, although, it did make me miss Maddox.  We boarded and took off again, this flight was about an hour and half I think.  I had a really bad headache by the time we took off.  I think it  was from a combination of not sleeping and being a little dehydrated.  I took some tylenol and  chugged some water.  I also slept almost the flight.  We landed in Italy, and man was it beautiful.  As we were approaching we could see snow tipped mountains, fields and even wind farms!  The Yellow ribbon club at Avaino had hot dogs and chips for us.  They also had a couple of carts full of books for us to take.  I was going to check the carts to see if they had 'Angels and Demons', but before I could look, the Doctor that I was sitting next to brought the book up to me.  I stood there and read it for about 40 minutes or so, it seems pretty good so far.  We re-boarded and took off for Al Udeid.  Nothing too exciting happened on this flight, the meal was pretty good though, it was some sort of chicken and Asian noodles.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We landed at 11:00ish PM local time so about 4 in the afternoon Eastern time (the day after I left).  Us lower ranking folk had to get all of the luggage out of the belly of the aircraft.   A little tip: if you are over 5'5" dont volunteer to be in the plane!  After that we in-processed and got our tent assignments.  I made my bed and then went to the WiFi area to try and chat with Mary.  It was about 7:30 in the evening Eastern time by now (for those keeping track, I was around 34ish hours of travel at this point).  I talked to mary for some time and then went to wash up and get ready for bed (around 4:30 AM Local time).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;(I have pictures of the sunset and me in the USO writing an e-mail.  but I cant hook my computer up right now).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-1097168143322975139?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/1097168143322975139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=1097168143322975139&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/1097168143322975139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/1097168143322975139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/04/travel.html' title='Travel'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/SfA9CxWiEkI/AAAAAAAAACo/vGaS-Jwk-Dg/s72-c/MyPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8486300925451005628.post-5892932386625438677</id><published>2009-04-20T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:06:48.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;So, after 4 training temporary duties (TDY) and one that was cancelled, doing and redoing every Computer Based Training (CBT) there is atleast 3 or 4 times, and countless delays... It looks like Im actually going, leaving on a jet a plane.  I have two personal bags packed, one bag of gear, a carry-on, and Ill pick-up a weapon of some sort tomorrow then leave for God only knows how long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Se02ikE7HeI/AAAAAAAAACg/YuZTJM3paCY/s1600-h/CIMG0399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Se02ikE7HeI/AAAAAAAAACg/YuZTJM3paCY/s200/CIMG0399.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326973901676944866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is a picture of my bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;I will do my best to keep everyone posted on my travels and trials and tribulations along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;For now I leave you with a list of upcoming happy events (that I will miss)!!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Leaving for my deployment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Getting into country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Getting to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;3rd wedding Anniversary (5/5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Niece Taylor's Birthday (5/8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Mike E's Birthday (5/12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Re-enlistment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Re-enlistment bonus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Re-enlistment bonus saving/spending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Mom and Dad's Anniversary (5/31)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Mason's Birthday (6/1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Marc and Kris's Anniversary (6/6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Nephew Anderson's Birthday (6/7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Independence day (7/4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Mike and Emily's Anniversary (7/4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Greg and Leslie's Anniversary (8/4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Dad's Birthday (8/17)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Maddox's Birthday (8/30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Mary's Birthday (9/12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Mason and Jennie's Anniversary (10/8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Halloween (10/31)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Jennie's Birthday (11/10) [I hope to be home by this one]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;The preceding list was only of immediate family events.  If I forgot you, sorry!  Please let me know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8486300925451005628-5892932386625438677?l=marshallmac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/feeds/5892932386625438677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8486300925451005628&amp;postID=5892932386625438677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/5892932386625438677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8486300925451005628/posts/default/5892932386625438677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marshallmac.blogspot.com/2009/04/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>A Day in the Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12055112101175507427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDIdzap6ehI/TfKt6lNIW7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/L3VVDp4BAYo/s220/%2524%2528KGrHqR%252C%2521h4E1KrtE6UgBNePZHhbOg%257E%257E0_3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MvH7xRKKg6I/Se02ikE7HeI/AAAAAAAAACg/YuZTJM3paCY/s72-c/CIMG0399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
