He's Not Quite Dead!

There's an article out on the AP about the RI State Police (made famous in Me, Myself, & Irene) catching a man with a blood-alcohol content of .491!

Yes, a .491.

State police say they arrested a man early Tuesday whose blood alcohol level was 0.491 percent — the highest ever recorded in Rhode Island for someone who wasn't dead.

Gotta love that line... he's tops in the "not dead" category.

The legal limit in Rhode Island is 0.08. A level of 0.30 is classified as stupor, 0.4 is comatose and 0.5 is considered fatal, according to the health department.

Just thinking... do we give him an award for not managing to die? Of course, the bigger miracle is that somehow, he didn't kill anyone... himself of otherwise. Seems police noticed his intoxication after he:

Kobierowski, 34, of North Providence, was arrested after he drove into a highway message board on Interstate 95 in Providence, O'Donnell said.

Considering there are only 42 miles of I-95 in Rhode Island... again, I'm just amazed that the guy 1) could drive, b) didn't hurt anyone, and 3) well... just amazed.

Now, back to your regular blogging.

A Touching Short Film

I saw this on Neal Boortz's website. It's quite touching, and simple...

So, please, enjoy...

Long Overdue Reenlistment Pictures

Awhile back, I mentioned my reenlistment.


I have been neglectful in posting the pictures from the ceremony. I'm sorry. So, trying to catch up on my mile-long "To Do" list...

Here are some of those pics. More to come... eventually. Really.






































The Flag. No ceremony would be complete without it. In the background is the statue of Thomas Jefferson.










COL Braley administering the Oath to me.















My certificates. Not commonly known... in order to reenlist, you must actually be discharged. Therefore, I have a binder with both my first Honorable Discharge and my renewed enlistment oath.















A very special Honor. My Senator, the Honorable Jim DeMint, invited us to his office after the reenlistment. We spent a good 20 minutes with him. I continue to be impressed by him. I wish we had more Senators like him.

(And who knows... maybe, just maybe, one day I can follow in his footsteps.)

Blast From a Past

While flipping through TV, saw this ad on TV (note: mentioning it on the blog does NOT constitute an endorsement nor recommendation).

Was shocked.

How often do we recognize people on TV? People that we've worked with? Not too often, I'd say.

Anywho, "Hi" to Sam... been awhile... but you look fab-you-lous...

Air Travel

To go South, one must go North...
To go East, one must go West...

Good thing I love to fly!

A Moment of Note... from Afghanistan

This post has a bit of "Jointness" to it. I received an email from my close friend, a Marine, who received it from his friend, in the Air Force. It details a U-2 unit honoring the loss of a Soldier (Army) in Afghanistan.

I'll copy the e-mail here:

Sent: Monday, July 14, 2008 1:36 PM
Subject: Moment of note in the AOR


Had to share one of the most poignant moments of my 19-year career.
Today one of our young A1C U-2 crew chiefs learned his brother, an Army E-4,
was "killed in action" in Afghanistan yesterday. The AMU rallied, rapidly
did some beautiful chalk nose art on a jet flying an OEF combat mission
today and put his brother's unit logo on the tail. He launched it before
heading home to his family tonight. Folks from across maintenance and ops
came out to pay their respect and launch the mission. A1C Z******** is a
strong man and I'm proud to serve with him.

Great Quote from A Friend

"Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for."

Joseph Addison

We Lost a Buddy

Last night, I received word that my cousin, Charles A. "Buddy" Lockwood, had died.

He died... living life the way he enjoyed it... he was riding his motorcycle when a lorry pulled out in front of him... and in that instant, Buddy was gone.

For me, Buddy has always been... well, an enigma. He's the closest to me in age of all of my cousins on my Dad's side of the family. And for a long time, I felt he was setting a bar for me that I could never hope to achieve -- that is, until I realized the bar was his, and his alone... I had my own bar.

Buddy (or "Charlie" as he apparently picked up as a nickname later in life) lived an amazing life filled with high achievement. He had a doctorate in Anatomical Sciences from the University of Witwatersrand (that's in South Africa!). He taught at the University College London. He'd been on archaelogical digs throughout Africa.

He's published, and has books for sale on Amazon.com! While I Googled him, I even saw where he'd been quoted on Foxnews.

And, amazingly enough to the family at the time, he was even a United States Marine! (I still remember his graduation.)

My main memory though is from childhood. Usually around Thanksgiving, the entire clan would gather. Being by far the youngest (most of my cousins out-age me by decades, not years), I would hole up in Buddy's room. I remember it being filled with books, from science fiction to a seemingly endless Garfield collection. And endless games of Choplifter...

Buddy was an affable, low-key guy... But with a powerful mind that was always working...

He's going to be missed... His mind, his gentle laugh... his good nature.

(If you'd like to read his "In Memoriam" and all the wonderful comments, please go to this page on Anthropology.net.)

Other tributes here, here, here, the University's announcement, and here. Photos from the charleslockwood.shutterfly.com">memorial service in Arizona (use password "ethiopia"). Here is an article from the Islington Gazette.

** Update ** - Not unsurprisingly in this modern world, the family has started a blog to provide a communications focus. Please, stop by and lend a word or two of support if you would like.

Warriors in Pink

Here's the latest addition to the growing Army of people fighting Breast Cancer.

Ford, partnering with Army Wives, has launched Warriors in Pink, fighting Breast Cancer.

They have a store for neat goodies, with 100% of net proceeds going to the Susan G. Komen foundation.

So, right off to bat, we know we're with a good group.

One nice part of the website is the Virtual Quilt. This is a quilt that is comprised of patches designed by all of US out here, those who are fighting Breast Cancer, or in honor of those who've fought - some who've survived, and others who've gone before us.

I am loudly in support of ANYTHING that helps get this disease the brutal attention that it needs.

1 out of every EIGHT women in our lives will be.... WILL BE... diagnosed with Breast Cancer.

1 out of 8.

Do you know 8 women? I do. And I don't think I'm off the hook since our circle has already contributed a "1".

And just remember... someone else is counting you as one of their eight.

1 out of 8.

How can we NOT be fighting this harder??

Please, go to this Warriors in Pink website and lend some support. Even if you're already supporting every other Cancer website out there.

And by the way, I do encourage you to stop by one of my favorites: Avon Walk for Breast Cancer

Cruel and Unusual

I've had a lot of thoughts in my head of late (here, here, and here), spurred by the recent passing of Punk Rock Mommy.

And as I was chatting with my dear friend, I drew a connection.

I first was thinking back to one of my favorite Star Trek quotes, "How we face Death is at least as important as how we face Life."

And that's true, because for many, Death comes unexpectedly. Unplanned. Unanticipated.

Yet, there are those who know that Death is coming.

They've been told they are going to die. Not exactly when, but... It WILL happen.

Then, they get told that Death is soon approaching. Probably within a month, but no other details.

And finally, you know... Today is your last day.

It's Death Row.

Except, these people are not criminals. They've committed no horrific atrocity.


So, I ask... If we as a society complain about the cruel and unusual nature of executions on Death Row... Executions of our society's most heinous members..

Why are we not more vocal and active in our complaints against the executions of our more innocent members? The children who die from cancer.. The mothers... Wives... Fathers... Sons... Husbands... Daughters... And those indistinguishable people who are mere faces in the crowd that no one even notices is missing...

Priorities.

Army Strong - Look Up to Yourself

I haven't seen this on TV, but apparently it's out there...

This commercial talks about how American Soldiers will be looked up to... my observation is more to the point... be a Soldier and look up to yourself.



Hooah!

A Glimpse from WW2

Thought I'd share a video from WW2. It's been colorized, and is just what it is. Not going to add any commentary.

(Do take note of the script at the end, though.)

Deja Vu

It's with sadness, and understanding, that I convey that Andrea Collins Smith passed away this morning.

Her battle has ended. Her family's... continues. And for all the rest of us, the quest to stop this hideous disease.

My sympathies, and condolences, to her family. And to Andrea (great initials, by the way), you've been freed. No more suffering, the pain is over.

Over on her blog (which will continue), there are two notable posts. First, Andrea wrote a farewell post. It's eerily familiar, especially when I look at the picture. Reminds me of another picture... Also, her husband wrote his announcement post.

Sigh.

Happy Fourth of July!

Ready for some fireworks??? We are! We're camped out at Mt. Trashmore in Virginia Beach, amongst probably a good 10-20,000 fellow fireworks loving Americans.

One highlight already was when the band asked everyone on The Hill to light up and wave their cell phones while yelling, "Thank You Troops!" repeatedly.

It's a great night, and it's another great day to be an American!

For all of our country's faults, we're still the best place to be on the planet.

(And to all my comrades in the desert of Iraq, Missing y'all... Stay safe!)

Is Amount Ok?

Has anyone else noticed how it's now commonplace to ask if the total on your bill is "Ok"?

No?

Next time you're at the grocery stores (big offender), and you swipe your credit card, look at the screen. It'll show the amount and then a variation of the question, "Is amount ok?"

And clerks do it, too.

Yes, we usually don't hear them, usually because if they're actually speaking to us in the first place, then their questions are often insincere ("And are we having a good day today?"). So, now they say, "Your total is $15.76, is that ok?"

Is that ok? Are we now bartering? Is the clerk at Wallyworld now authorized to haggle over the bill?? "Gee, $15.76 isn't bad, but how about $14.34?"

Is it ok? Well, if I try to LEAVE without paying, what's going to happen, hmmm?

I just love the question... Is the amount ok... Duh... Of course it is if I want the stuff...

(End rant)

Change of Plans

Ahhh, the Army.

Today *was* going to be a big paperwork day. I was off Monday and Tuesday, and of course, we're off Thursday and Friday.

So, today was going to be my day to catch up on much needed paperwork.

REALLY need to finish this paperwork. Plus, do some moving tasks.

Nope. Chage of plans. Emergency mission to a place farther north.

So much for the plans for the day.

Ahhh, the Army. :)

An Eagle Swims

I am a huge fan of Eagles.

No, not the band (though, some of the music IS great).

The bird. A majestic creature, and one that often demonstrates the very qualities that we mere humas often strive for.

For example, persistence. Never quitting. Finishing the job.

Amazing New Cell Phone

Warning, there is an "ewww" moment, but... this is fairly funny!

For All of You Tool Enthusiasts Out There

The Ultimate Nail Gun...

Having a BLAST!

I just passed twenty hours of flight time.

"Huh?"

I've been taking flying lessons lately, trying to finally finish this dream of getting my "ticket", or Private Pilot's License.

It's not easy, but wow, it sure is exciting.

Hard work, too!

Feel very... drained when I land. Flying is no easy thing, as you're always busy watching several different parts of the aircraft, dividing your attention, lest you become too focused and start to get into trouble.

Annnnywho, twenty hours of flight time logged... and a whole bunch of landings.

I am excited. Will I get to finish before I start my next big event? Who knows. It's not easy trying to juggle all the demands on what VERY little time I have... but, it's worth the effort.

Alone In a Crowd

As we surf the web, we often come across places which capture our interests. Perhaps it's a particularly interesting MySpace page, or maybe a witty political blog.

Maybe even it's an amusing place with the latest viral video.

And then there are the heartfelt, touching sites. I remember well the comments that would pour into this site as people from all over the world visited.

And sometimes, you feel like you're the people IN the accident on the side of the road that everyone else is slowing down to rubberneck.

Yet, when you share your life on the web, there are unexpected benefits. For one, you know you're not alone. And when you have that shared experience, no matter what you're facing, even the ultimate reality of pending death, you don't feel like you're alone in a crowd, but that the crowd is WITH you.

And so, I heartily recommend taking a moment to slow down, rubberneck (if you will), and read Punk Rock Mommy.

It won't be easy.

I can vouch for that. For me, it's like watching a movie I've already seen.

For me, also, it's a reminder - like the Avon Breast Cancer Walk was - that Ellicia was not the only one.

Far from it.

PRM is facing the same thing... and the results are likely predictable. Yet, the strength and courage she's demonstrating, and her family, are resolute and inspiring.

Stop by.

Look.

Read.

And remember... These things (cancer, death, tragedy, etc.) that always happen to "someone else" --- "someone else" always has a name and a story... and someone has to BE that someone else.

My thoughts are with PMR and her family... I wish the road they're on truly WAS less traveled...

Toilet Training - The Movie

Ok, parents... you'll recognize (or remember, lest ye hast blocked such painful moments)....

Can't embed it, so enjoy...

"Out of Pampers".

Random Thoughts While Sitting in Traffic

Once again, another day of sitting in traffic.

Same stretch of road.

Is there an accident? Nope.

Construction? Nuh-uh.

This particular area of high-speed Interstate road is reduced to a five mile endurance test of 4 MPH traffic for one amazing reason:

The road ahead has a roof.

Ok, so we really call it a "tunnel", but let's be honest, it's really just a road with a roof.

We don't mind roads with walls.... zip right through those. However, if you complete the square and add a roof, "Tunnel Terror" overtakes many of our fellow travelers (I even know a few, personally).

The road is not designed significantly differently, and I'm fairly sure that those engineers aren't too far off with their recommended speed limits.

Yet, we must all slow down. As soon as the roof is gone ("exiting the tunnel"), the traffic clears, the terror over.



Oh, and another thought - Is it optimism or pessimism which motivates a State Trooer to sit on the side of the road aiming a radar gun at the STOPPED traffic?
"Yes, Dispatch, I can confirm the traffic is not moving."

Just my random rant... feel free to share yours.

Birthday Porn

My good friend, M*A, published some birthday porn for me...

It's great stuff. I highly encourage taking a peek...

Click here.

First Donation!

Ok, the first donation has come in for my walk in 2009 for Breast Cancer!

Thank you for that first $50!

We are now 1% towards our goal...

(You know, if everyone who reads this blog matched that donation... hmmmm)

Random Thought on Toilet Paper Dispensers

Ever notice how many toilet paper dispenser brands there are?

No?

Hmmm, maybe I'm just bored when I'm in the ol' stall. However, it seems there are quite a few different brands of toilet paper dispensers.

Why?

Is this REALLY such a competitive market?

If I were to announce that I was constructing a men's room, would a multitude of sales representatives from the leading toilet paper dispenser companies be beating down my door to get my business?

Are there that many different ways to dispense T.P.?

What makes Brand X superior to Brand Y? Is the smokey gray plastic? The occasional double roll capacity? Perhaps some come with locking capability (keeps out those TP thieves).

Anywho, just a random thought... back to the graffiti.

Kids Say the Darndest... Well, You Know

Recently, M came to me and said, "I have a little secret to tell you!"

Oooh... What's the secret?

"It's a little one..."

What? You're pregnant!

"It's a little secret... In my bedroom!"

Thomas! How'd you let this happen?! I thought I was paying you good money...

"Nobody let it happen... D and I did it!"

ROFLMAO

Last Day

Ok, not exactly momentous, but it's my last day as 34. Yep, tomorrow is my birthday. Since my pass was denied, it'll be another workday...

However, I do feel the great weight upon my shoulders of changing demographic categories. Yes, I'll now have to remember to check the 35-44 block, and no longer the 25-34 (or sometimes 18-34) block. Translation: while it may not be 40 or "over the hill", it is a sign I'm getting older.

Do we get any symbolism for getting wiser?

So, another year! Woohoo...

Avon Walk for Breast Cancer - 2009

I have registered to participate in the 2009 Avon Walk for Breast Cancer in Washington, DC!

This time, I'm setting my fundraising goal for $5,000. I know that with the help of everyone out there, we can easily blow past that goal.

This year's walk was such an inspiring experience, and one I'm not soon to forget... I already look forward to the opportunity to walk in 2009.

The 2009 walk will be significant, to me, as it falls on 02 May - Ellicia's birthdate.

And I look forward to having another picture like this one:



Please visit my Walk website to learn more, and to be able to donate. Thank you!!!!

Guess What I've Been Doing?

I have finally restarted my lessons towards my Private Pilot's License (PPL). I've been wanting to do this for so long, and there have always been things "in the way".

Well, no longer... as I keep being reminded, and remind myself, if you're going to do something... DO IT.

And so, I am. This weekend so far, I've notched 3.4 hours towards the license and have felt amazing joy being back behind the stick.

It's not much, yet, but - it is a beginning.

I've tried both a Symphony 160 and a Diamond DA-20.

I find the Symphony much more to my liking, and will seek to finish my training in it. Hopefully, I will solo before I go to school...

See you in the skies!

Video From My Reenlistment

Thank you, M*A and J, for taking this video... it's nice to have something to supplement the ole memory...

Inadvertent Meanings

During our Memorial Day vacation, we had lunch at a nice "family" restaurant. Everyone there was very friendly. Much to our surprise was the level of friendliness available on the menu, but apparently, only to certain age groups.

By the way, if you don't get this joke, don't worry about it... probably a good thing.

13 Year Old Poetry

The Veil

My heart is shrouded
By hate and fear.
Lift my veil and
discover me.
My true self.

The steadily growing cloud
On my soul.
Grows heavier with each
passing day.
Lift my viel and find my soul,
Hidden beind my mask of happiness
Lost within the fog
Of my own dreary
existence.

Lift my veil and find
The knowledge of love
I have lost.
It's there.
Hiding among my vast
arrangement of shadows.
Lift my veil and find me.



(Not my poetry... someone else's.... who shall remain anonymous)

Reenlistment

This is just the beginning. I want to write what I can NOW to make sure I don't forget (plus, I'm sitting in traffic moving at Warp 3 MPH on the interstate, so I have some time).

I'm still collecting the pics, and so far, there are some really impressive ones! Watch this space for when they're posted.

So, the reenlistment ceremony.

I was nervous. Ask LadyG and she'll tell you I was ever so _slightly_ stressed!

I don't like being late. First, had to deal with seemingly random closed roads and detours. En route, the spaceship's seatbelt undid one of my insignia. Not just any one, but one of the more precisely aligned, measured, and polished ones. AACK!!!!

We arrived at the Jefferson Memorial, with two minutes to spare (thanks to the lovely scenic tour through Alexandria). I quickly found my fellow Soldiers who, blssedly, were well practiced at restoring serenity to uniform chaos.

As a bonus, my reenlisting officer was running behind. Translation: I was not late! Breathing could return to normal.

It was a beautiful day - one couldn't order a better one. Crystal clear, nice blue skies... Not too hot, not too cold... Not muggy.

Decent crowds, but not too overwhelming.

I was in my Class A uniform, as was my officer. My fellow Soldiers were in duty uniform. LadyG was stunningly BEAUTIFUL, while D was looking quire sharp in classic "lil' man" look. Dad was there, with his g/f... And so were my Soldiers' Angel, M*A, and her DH. A nice touch was the presence of my Senator's military liaison, a USAF LTC.

It was time.

We set up on the front steps of the Jefferson Memorial. If I looked to my right, I could see TJ looking over us from inside. T my left, the Washington Monument, and past that, the White House. We stood next to the American Flag, which flapped in a gentle breeze.

The reelistment NCO called, "Attention to Oath!" We all came to attention, and I faced my officer. We raised our right hands, and he administered the oath.

I was very... Aware. I was focused on him, but could feel the gazes coming from those in attendance, notably my invited guests. I tried to remind myself to take it slowly, so I could savor the moment and the words I was saying... What the meant to me.

And then, it was done! I saluted, shook hands, and felt... Wonderful elation. It's odd, because Soldiers are ALWAYS counting down their time remaining in service, and I'd just tacked on another four years. But, it was more than that. I was so honored to have the _opportunity_ to say that oath again... So be allowed to contnue to serve. Reenlistment is not a right, but a privilege, after all.

During my remarks, I remember commenting on how long and challenging the journey to reenlistment was. So much has occurred in these first five years of enlistment. It certainly hasn't been dull. I wonder what the next four will bring?

I look at how I got to this point, and there are some I wish to point out:
To Ellicia, who stood by me, supported me, encouraged, motivated, comforted, and inspired me when I first took the oath.

To M*A, who represented ALL of the Soldiers' Angels out there - who help us and support us in innumerable ways. Yet, M*A is so much more, as her "name" attests. Perhaps best, though, is she is my Friend.

To Dad, retired Master Sergeant, who's first wearing the uniform inspired me when I was young, and who's ability to understand means so much now. I am proud to have the same nickname, which itself has a nice heritage, "Radar".

To my Sergeants over the years who've demonstrated True NCO Leadership and Army values... Some of you are currently in Iraq, and I wish I was with you. First Sergeant S, SSG K. G (from Operations), SSG T. G. (from 'stan and Useless), and quite a few others. HOOAH!

So, here's to the next four years...

"Protecting and Defending... Against ALL enemies..."

Tomorrow is Getting Close

I'm becoming more and more cognizant of tomorrow. It's coming and it's a BIG day. A little nervous, a little excited...

Thought at the National Archives

The building was FULL of school groups. No complaints there. I'm actually THRILLED that chaperones would even think of taking children to our national shrine.

What saddens me, however, was that there was no one to put things into perspective for them, to show them what they were looking at. Sadder, many of the children didn't know or recognize what they saw. They knew it might be something important, but which is which, or WHY these documents are enshrined... Nope, not taught.

Sigh.

National Archives - Live

It's heartwarming to see a long line to the National Archives.... Time was, no one cared. Maybe it was "National Treasure" that changed it...

Live! From Washington, DC

Greetings from DC! We're up here as part of reenlistment weekend...

So far, we've enjoyed the luxury of "sleeping in" (anytime past 0500 is sleeping in) and breakfast in bed.

We're heading off to the National Archives (as far as I'm concerned, our National Shrine and a REQUISITE visit in DC) and the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History. We're going to go see mammoths and dinos for D! Should be lots of fun...

So, more later...

Harvey Korman

Saw the sad news today that Harvey Korman has passed away. Best known for his work on the Carol Burnett Show, he was a wonderful comedic actor.

I thoroughly enjoyed watching his work, and he will be missed.

Remembrance Flag

There is an effort circulating to create a National Flag of Remembrance. Take a look at www.honorandremember.org. It's worth a peek.

I signed the petition...

Preparing for Reenlistment

Today was largely spent preparing for reenlistment.

A large part of this process is making sure my uniform, in this case my Class A's, is properly "put together".
Many people may not be aware of the detail work that goes into the uniform. ALL of the ribbons, badges, nametags, etc. Are _precisely_ placed and measured, often down to a precision of 1/8th of an inch!

Tiday, I spent over 3 hours placing, measuring, moving, repeat all the items on the uniform. Then, my Sergeant inspects, and I redo. After he's happy, it was the First Sergeant Repeat WHOLE process. Finally, the Command Sergeant Major. Repeat again. (Of course, anyone else who comes along offers their opinion and correction free of charge - aren't they nice?)

The other part was signing my new contract. It's done. I'm all set...

In A Few Days...

I will be reenlisting. I am SO excited. Ok, a little nervous, too. It does tack a bit more time commitment on, but... It's worth it.

I can't believe this day is coming...

Lessons From "The Road"

(Feel free to add your own...)

1: When your child says at he has to go... And you think he's copycatting, so you don't stop... And later, the car fills with a pungent odor. Just look in the mirror... You WERE warned.

2: That same sweet angelic voice that you love to brag to others about? The one that makes you beam when you hear it say, "I wuv you, Mommy/Daddy"?

Yeah, after a few hours of sitting and boredom, that same voice does EXCELLENT imitations of a power drill to the temple of your skull. :)

From elsewhere in "The Great Wasteland"...

Great Weekend Ending

On the drive back home right now... And what a glorious weekend! Can't believe how blessed we've been to have a weekend like this...

The best part is believing & knowing it's the first of many more to come!

More to come...

Live, from I-40 somewhere in North Carolina (or as any good South Carolinian - or Virginian - knows.. The Great Wasteland :p )

Scenes from Vacation

Greetings from our vacation in Myrtle Beach!

Sometimes, even a computer addict has to take a moment and check email...

And in today's email were pics from Dad's camera phone he took while on the beach with our kidlets.

In the first pic, D and M are happily digging up the beach.






Here in the second pic, you can see all of them merrily digging and bucketing....

The shadow comes from the Grandpa-sundial taking the pic.

Scenes from the Walk... The Memorial Towers

They had large towers with all of the cities that are hosting walks. On it, you could write your memorial message for your city.

Scenes From the Walk... 2

More of the signs...









































































(Hey, men... take note... this is NOT just a woman's disease.)

Scenes From the Walk...

I'm going to try and share some of the images from the Walk... First, some of the signs that helped remind us why we were there...

LIVE!

26.2 miles... COMPLETE!

LIVE!

23 down! 3 to go... So close!

LIVE!

20 miles down... 6 to go!

LIVE!

18 miles down... 8 to go... Feeling good... Tired, but good...

LIVE!

Passing Embassy Row!

LIVE!

Lunch is over and I'm back on the walk... 9.5 down, 16.7 to go. Can feel the beginning of a blister, so I applies some anti-blister cream.

Gotta stretch the muscles back out from the break..

Feeling GREAT!

LIVE!

9.5 miles and at the lunch stop... This is an amazing experience... THANK you to everyone who helped me get here...

LIVE! From the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer

8 miles down... Have just passed Arlington and the Iwo Jima memorial...

Excitedly Ready to Walk

Here we are... it's TIME.

I'm writing from Washington, DC. It was an amazing rush to check into the Avon Registration center. There were SO many people! To know that each walker had raised at least a minimum of $1,800... the math gets impressive quickly.

I want to thank everyone who helped me get here. We've raised $2,300 in honor of Ellicia!! $2,300 to help fight this disease. $2,300 more to reduce the spread of this horror.

Tomorrow, the walk...

Numbers of a Random Quality

199

Birthdays Lost...

... But not forgotten.

Today is 02 May. Ellicia would have been 41 today.

It's notable to me now how I've managed to move from this being a Day of Celebration to a Day of Grief... To a Day of Remembrance and Honor.

I think it's no small cosmic coincidence that the closest Avon Walk for Breast Cancer to me is in Washington, D.C. On the weekend of Ellicia's birthday, no less. I register/check-in tonight, on her birthday.

It is a truth of this disease (and so many others) that it's "below the radar" for many until it touches them personally; and then, when it's over, it fades from view again. The hectic routine of "Daily Life" reasserts its firm grasp on our attention span - as it should.

I am honored and humbled by the support that has poured forth for this walk

Cancer Walk for Ellicia

I'd like to announce that I've decided to partake in the Avon - Walk for Breast Cancer.

The walk will be 26.2 miles long, or more recognizable as the length of a marathon. I think that's significant as battling cancer is often best thought in terms of a marathon - it's a long race.

I'll be walking in Washington, DC - where Ellicia found special memories on our last trip. And significantly, it's the weekend of her birthday - she would have been 41.

Avon's foundation requires a commitment to ensure the successful goal of the walkers. Each walker must make a commitment of a minimum of $1800 in contributions.

I am asking for YOUR help. I'd like to blow past that goal, personally. Breast cancer, like so many cancers, is a horrible disease. We need to keep funding the research to DEFEAT this disease - before it claims too many more of our mothers, wives, daughters, sisters... and little known fact, the men in our society, too.

Please, go to my Avon website where you can donate directly.

If that doesn't work, then you can also click the button below, and those donations will go 100% to the walk.

Thank you for your support. It'll be a long, hard walk... but, as Ellicia taught me, anything is possible.

A special thank you to the following blogs for highlighting our cause:

• Tanker Brothers
• Blackfive
• Love, Mom (Notes from the Fridge)
• Here, There, and Back Again
• Most Certainly Not!
• SpouseBUZZ

A Rare Experience!

Langley AFB is hosting its AirPower Over Hampton Roads airshow on 21 and 22 June.

Disappointingly, the Thunderbirds will not be performing due to a scheduling conflict.

So, there will be a stand-in.

A Team that hasn't performed in America in 15 years…

The Royal Air Force Red Arrows are coming to perform.  This will be a rare, and special treat.  I cannot WAIT!!!!

Read more here...

A Nice Big Jump!

A recent $100 donation from Paul H. has pushed us to 87% with only $230 left to go!

Getting Much Closer!

Twelve days until I walk...

Current tally is at 82%!

Only $330 more needed to reach the fund raising goal/minimum before the deadline. We can do it...

Bit by Bit... We Help Fight This Disease

We're getting there... $390 to go... We can DO THIS!!! I'm ready to walk... Please help...

Getting Close!

19 days to go... We're at 76% with $1360 raised... $440 to go...

All of your help so far... is immensely appreciated! Thank you so, so much...

Please Click Here

Random Random Numbers

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Avon Fundraising Update

So far, we're now at $1,310... or 73% of my goal of $1800.

Ok, yes, I'd like to exceed the goal... I'd like to blow it away... be stunned by how much over the goal we made it...

But, at the moment, I'll be happy to meet the goal.

We're getting there.

Thank you to the Ladies of SpouseBUZZ

Tonight, Melinda and Rachelle of SpouseBUZZ hosted me on their internet radio show.

I must admit to being a tad bit nervous as I do not often get to speak in public, but it was a pleasure to talk with these wonderful ladies.

They put me at ease, and we were soon discussing all sorts of topics, ranging from the history of the cancer journey and to be able to discuss the upcoming Walk (see the post at the top of the page).

I encourage everyone to be tested... it's never too early. Remember, we always think life's tragedies will happen to Other People, but someone has to be that other person. Please, get tested. Testing is one of the best defenses against cancer. Even if you don't have any history in your family (Ellicia didn't), it can happen to you. And if it does, it is NOT the end of the world... just the beginning of another journey in your life.

Together, we can beat cancer. One day, it will be nothing more than just another sign of the Zodiac.


Click HERE to listen to the show... My segment is in the second half.

A Tad Bit Amusing

I'm a fan of "The Drew Carey Show". It's my sense of humor... suitably offbeat, I suppose.

One item I've always enjoyed is the way they would incorporate musical numbers into the show. The opening sequences might vary, or there'd be a dance number in the middle.

I'm not usually one for musicals, but the choreography was always impressive.

While I'm sure at least one of my readers would like me to include "Cleveland Rocks", but I will include their take on "5 O'Clock World". I guarantee you you'll never hear it the same way again.

A Wonderful Song...

I first heard this from one of my roommates in the barracks in Illesheim. He'd play this just a tad bit repeatedly...

Anyway, as much as I don't like "screaming" music... this one only barely has it, but otherwise has melodic themes and lyrics which intrigue me.

And is pretty special.

So, I encourage you to take a listen...

My Deep Thanks... and Let's Keep Going!

So far, we stand at $1,110!!! Only $690 more to go...

I can't thank you all enough for what you've donated... We can DO IT!!!

Please scroll up to find the links to donate... We can DO THIS!!!

Random Numbers... Again

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RIP, Sergeant

The Associated Press is reporting that the remains of Sergeant Keith Matthew Maupin have been found.

First reported missing, then missing-captured, then-Private First Class has been gone since 09 April 2004 after his unit was ambushed.

His parents were notified Sunday that his remains had been identified.

While a video had been shown years ago of a Soldier being executed, it was not conclusively identified as Maupin at the time, and the Army had continued searching for him.

Rest in peace, Sergeant.

Cutting Hair for Cancer

Ellicia had contemplated and tried wigs, but made the choice to embrace her baldness once she lost her hair. Which is good, I think, cause she had one sexy head.

However, many women do not feel that comfortable... nor do they have to. There are organizations out there that collect donated hair to make real human hair wigs for women who lose their natural locks to cancer or more accurately, the treatment of it.

Tonight, the daughter of one of my closest friends donated her hair. And ladies, she's preparing to get married and still had her hair cut off!

Proud of her...

And if you're interested in donating your hair, then please click here.

Freedom Never Cries

I saw this video, and it's beautiful... Everyone who clicks to view it, $1 is donated to Operation HomeFront.

The man behind the counter in the video is Fred Ferguson, a Medal of Honor recipient.

The singer is John Ondrasik of Five for Fighting...

Please watch.

Thomas' Order of Birth

As I continue to clean and sort through boxes and crates, I found something appropriate as Thomas' third (oh my, how'd he get so old!) Birthday approaches.

The Army can have a wonderful sense of humor sometimes.

(And to you eagle-eyed readers... what's Army paperwork without typos...)

E's Senate Proclamation

In September, 2006, after we'd returned home to Germany and received our devastating news, I contacted Senator Jim DeMint's office to tell E's story and to ask if perhaps his office could do something special for her. The office staff had already become familiar with our family from our summertime visit to Washington, DC.

E & I were certainly impressed, and honored, to receive in our mail a package from the United States Senate later that month.

The Office of Senator Jim DeMint

Proclamation Honoring E S of the City of Summerville

Whereas, the City of Summerville has been home to numerous citizens who have given their lives to the betterment of society; and

Whereas, E S (nee Tyler) was born in Summerville the second day of May, 1967, to Mrs. Gloria Annette Sweat Tyler; and

Whereas, E S spent her formative years in Summerville, attended the College of Charleston, and earned an undergraduate degree in Psychology; and

Whereas, E S pursued a Master's degree in Early Education at the College of Charleston; and,

Whereas, E S wed W R S, Jr; and,

Whereas, E S deserves praise for her role as a devoted Army wife and loving mother to K S (sic), M S, and T S;

Now, Therefore, I, Senator Jim DeMint, am honored to recognize E S as one of Summerville's distinguished natives, who has represented the City of Summerville, South Carolina to the United States of America and the Global community.

Dated this 22nd day of September 20006.

(signed)
Jim DeMint
United States Senator

These documents, especially the personal letter from him to us, will certainly be something for the children to treasure in later years. It meant a lot to E when it arrived, as she never imagined herself as being honored for anything, as she was just doing what she was supposed to do, what she wanted to do.

Thank you, Sen. DeMint.

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Ellicia's Artwork #4

(a self-portrait)

Ellicia's Artwork #3