i’m rich, bitch!

6 01 2009

As of lately, we have been blessed to have a little bit of down time during our work hours, thanks to decreased mission requirements and the luck of nothing breaking on us. With this down time comes many exciting activities, such as hangar baseball, movies, push ups, floor sweeping, maybe going back to the room early and most important; internet time at the mwr. We have logged a lot of hours on the internet, mainly comparing youtube videos of motorcycle and plane crashes or mapping sex offenders in our home neighborhoods (stay away from Killeen, TX).

One night, however, we decided to look at google maps and view satellite images of our houses, or in some cases the houses we call home because we don’t really have one at the moment. Everyone googled their houses, shared and went to the next house. So I google the house I grew up in, and still visit my parents at, and shared with everyone, and all of a sudden I’m the bad guy. I quote Tim in saying “you’ve got a pool you can see from space, you’re a fucking rich kid!” Ouch….

as seen from space

as seen from space

First of all, I am no where near the rich classification, this is my parents house, and they don’t pay my bills. Well, they do, but with my money as I am most decidedly out of the country. Second, if I was rich I probably would have went to college, and started my dream career off on the right foot. So you know what I say to you being jealous of my space pool….

BLOW ME!

Evidence that I am not rich:

  • I drive a Cobalt, nothing wrong with that…right?
  • I know at least 7 dishes I can make with ramen noodles.
  • People give me spare change when I stand in front of Starbucks with my coffee.
  • I have built a shelter out of cardboard and a tarp (in Iraq though, so….does that even count?)
  • I eat Jack-in-the-Box tacos even when I’m sober
  • My three checking accounts, CD and savings do not add up to $1,000,000 which is the only way to achieve rich status.
  • I’ve never received a hummer in an H2; only an H1.
  • My private plane only seats 4.
  • My chain don’t hang low, but that’s just my ice…

So there you have it, maybe I am rich, but only in life and love…

Fuck Iraq in 15 days!!





my official blog inauguration…

3 01 2009

I started this blog so I could be another voice in the social world. Everyone else gets a chance to voice their opinion, as will I. This will be a narrative of things that happen to me, or anything that affects me. It will chronicle my journey through life, and all the stupid shit that it entails. It’s probably gonna be complete and utter bullshit, but hopefully you get some entertainment value from reading it. If not, then screw you!

OK, let’s get right into it then.

Only three weeks left in this hell of a country called Iraq.  It’s been a long ride. 14 months so far, to be exact. I can’t tell you exactly what we’ve done for this country, as I am only a tiny cog, on a semi small sized gear, that moves a giant machine.  I can tell you that for one busy month of April, last year, we rocked Sadr City. Now it’s just a matter of taking the helicopters out, firing expensive missiles into open desert, and making sure everything works. I guess we are doing our part to boost the economy and lower oil prices at the same time. Oh, wait? No. I wish I understood better what our unit has done over here. I wish I could tell you all exciting stories of creating peace and building democracy in this nation, but I can’t. I don’t see what goes on, I spend my 12 hours daily in a hangar fixing an apache, that surely has not destroyed any kind of insurgency in the last number of months.

To be honest, I think our job is done here. All I read about is how Iraqis want us out of this country, that they feel ready to assume command of their nation. I say let ‘em! It’s their country, and they want us gone. We are no longer welcome, and no one I talk to has the desire or motivation to stay. Sounds like an easy fix to most…

Not to forget, this war has not done marvelous things for soldiers either. The sacrifices made by most are indeed commendable. The stress put on any relationship can be terrifying. To those spouses back home who have the tenacity to stay with their loved ones, remain faithful, and supportive, I commend you! I have seen it happen too often since I have been over here. Relationships ended, divorce (another topic, another time), cheating. It sickens me! When you’re in the shoes of the soldiers I work around, you wonder why? Why are we continually having to put our personal lives on the line if this war is over? Nobody knows….

To clarify, I am not against what we are doing for this country. I was never against this war, clearly, I joined the military after the start of it. Someone had to step in and take charge, and we did that. That’s what America does, but now it’s time to go. It’s time to focus elsewhere, mainly our economy, which this war has done nothing to help.