Hmmm, Sierra Nevada Pale Ale is...not too bad.
We actually started a bit early today so that we wouldn't have to be awake until 3 in the morning.
So, naturally, I've been back at the hotel for over an hour, and I'm still awake.
Jack Link's Hickory Beef Jerky is really awesome.
But I can never find it in the grocery store, only in the Navy Exchange.
My wife, however, awesome human that she is, found a way around that - she ordered it for me from Amazon.
I just have to try and restrain myself from eating it all at once.
I'm still hoping to be home before Labor Day.
That's ok though. I know I'm still loved.
Since I've been here in San Diego, I try to call home each day when I know Charlie is awake. Everytime he knows it's me on the phone and I can hear him say "Da Da".
Apparently, he even grabs the wife's cell phone, brings it to her, and says "Da Da".
I guess that's his way of saying, "Hey woman! I wanna talk to my dad, damnit!!!"
I can't wait to get back and see him again.
We now conclude our regularly, non-scheduled, random number countdown.
Now with negative numbers.
Damn that s~+@'s addictive.
One of my contractors has to leave early because of a death in the family of a close friend. Sucks that I'm losing him, but he's got to go be with those folks.
Dude's a friggin machine, though. They told me that a week or so ago he had 100 hours of overtime.
So that's like 140 hours of work in one week.
One night back in March, when we were working in Norfolk, he supervised like 70 shots in an 11 hour timeframe.
We usually average about 40.
As is, this trip has been plagued like an Egyptian Pharaoh.
Seriously, WTF is it with the damn West Coast?
Must be the evil of Sebastian - drawing other forces of darkness to itself like a g!&@*%ned black hole.
My visits in Norfolk never go this bad.
And my visit to Japan, where the requirements we're following were f+&!ing developed, was like a Disney movie compared to this s$*!.
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