Pathetic

Its been about a month when I realized that you can get badges for reading new articles from Google News. All you gotta do is log in, click news section and start reading. Google keeps track of what subject you read and how many articles, and compares that to the general public. When you read about 2 times more articles than most Google readers, you get your first badge. The benefits is that you can look on the side and see what subjects you read, and well, read more of them.

This is my News profile, I have Platinum Badges in Mobile Industry and Nokia. This means I have read 6 times the amount of Mobile Industry articles than the common public, as well as Nokia. This is pathetic, but isn't so me? Some people our shrugging their shoulders and saying "ya so?" Its just weird to see the quanification of your interests... Oh, well more is definitely to follow (I'm looking at you Space subject)

Friends

Today I was trying so hard to be positive and just be happy, which is hard when you have a busy job in a small area.

And then I recieved a present. My bunkmate gets to go to the docks frequently, and while he is there he gets to enjoy some Kuwaiti socializing. He found some HUMMUS!!!! Dropped it it off and told me not to kill anyone. I laughed out loud (LOL'd) because I was close to doing so.

I'm grateful for those people who keep me sane on this earth, speaking of, one in peticular just Skyped me... thats my cue to say adieu!!

Update

It was brought to my attention that I haven't written in my blog. I keep telling people that I don't leave an exotic life, and things have settled down.  I could tell you how my colleague  has been out for the last ## days counting ummm “Widgets” and that I’ve been working everyday doing this and that. 

There is at least one highlight of the week:  When I started, the army provided a generic pair of Asics that I have ran all of BCT with, I took them to AIT where I replace the insoles twice (back then was the good ole days when the instructors said ‘run’ and an hour later said ‘you’re done get ready for school.’) I even had them when I started this little journey I am on, I ran with these things. Every day when I get off the track and my shins feel like someone took a baseball bat to them. Every time I think to myself “Self, you need a new pair of shoes.” Longest story short, I bought some nice black Adidas, they are lighter than my last pair, and don’t give me those nasty shattered leg feeling. Definitely one of my better investments.

1925

I was inspired by Ashelyn's comment that She would have married some soldier post WWII (view blog) to ponder on when I should have been born. More truthfully, how I would've lived if i was born in the 30's and 40's.

Awkwardly, I would want to be born in 1925, so that I could enlist in the American Army at the start of the War to End All Wars. After goin through my basic training, I would learn how to jump out of airplanes and soon be attached to the 101st Screaming Eagles, I would have been there in Normandy to invade, and spend the war in battle torn Europe.

Back home, I would find a sweet young lady that can cook and clean, and I would marry her. Using my newly enacted G.I. Bill to go to school. (who would have thought the government would pay me to go to school?) By the heighth of the Cold War, I would be recruited out of my college to work for the new government agency called the CIA.

I would have had a bunker in the backyard.

I would wear my fedora and horned rim glasses.

My record player would have the Rat Pack, and Ray Charles. Elvis would have been to hard for me to grow accustomed to.

Numbers are Numbers

Have you ever watched Stranger than Fiction? In the start of the movie you get to "see" how an OCD individual views the world. Numbers pop up every so often measuring steps and lengths and such.

I am not that cool. I don't have a mind that can display numbers everywhere as I calculate the distance between my desk and the desk in front of me (38.5"). I do find myself counting and measuring when I'm bored and tired. Here are some nominal numbers of where I live. I can't tell you EXACT numbers, and if you know why, well then you know why I cannot.

From my doorstep to the bathroom door is 150 steps. Bathroom to Cafeteria is 175 steps. Marketplace to  my door is 250. From bathroom to work is 180, across a stree and around the corner. My desk is slanted at a 15 degree decline (away from me, so that my chair gets sucked into my desk.) the refrigerator is 4 steps away from me, and is filled with an average of 8 12-packs of soda, and 72 500mL water bottles; combine that with my double serving packets of Kool-Aid I recieved from Ashelyn, and I drink about 3 bottles a day, and pee about 5 times in 20 hours. (Yes I am up for 20 hours a day).

Just a few numbers to crunch on durin you day. Enjoy!

Just a short list

The word “plagiarism” doesn’t really work in my line of work. So, I did not plagiarized Ashelyn’s blog idea in making this. I’m simply ‘rebadging it’ to make it my own.

The List of Things I surely do miss, and the things I can’t wait to do.

• ·         Snuggling on a couch.
• ·         Fighting for covers.
• ·         OTTERS!!
• ·         Outdoor adventures.
• ·         Shooting soda cans. (Next time will be more fun!)
• ·         Showing off my computer creation, and having the girls look at me like I’m speaking French. Scratch that, not French, German, or Italian, because Ash knows them.
• ·         Museums and Zoos!!!
• ·         Traveling
• ·         Finding Ghost Towns.
• ·         Looking at the Stars (both on my ceiling and real ones)
• ·         Columbus Day!
• ·         Trying to dance like a Mexican woman as I cook. (but only when no one looks)
• ·         Watching Ash cook, cause we know I can’t.
• ·         Big Bang Theory!
• ·         Family Dinners (the kind with smelly kids… not old farts)
• ·         BUILDING BIONICLES!
• ·         “Hey Honey, can we make…..”
• ·         PASTA carbanananana
• ·         Random Restaurants
• ·         Listening to 10 seconds of every song in the playlist.
• ·         Afternoon Naps.
• ·         Hugs AND Kisses.
• ·         Antiques!!!

Pier

I was going to bore you with a monolouge that seemed to come from J. R. R. Tolkien. (honestly describe a valley with three pages?! ridiculous) My monolouge was going to be a vague reference to my working area here. Lucky for you all, Mitchell took me to the Piers today. Now, I have something to talk about. Thank him later.

We live like 30 minutes from the beach, but you wouldn't believe it if you were here, its too dry and hot and well deserty. I had a day off and Mitchel used it to his advantage, claiming there is rare communication systems to be seen on the boat, we easily got a pass out side the wire.  Plus side was we needed to be in casual clothing BONUS!

It was a short day, so we weren't in too much trouble. We played on a beach, got sand in between the toes, felt the warm water of the the Gulf. We went into the market place and mingled, found a few stores and bought a few things (I found a replica Omega watch that was too good to pass up, it is James Bond's watch after all)

Now to fully appreciate what had transpired, you must know three things about me.
1) I cooked for a living in Utah.

2) I struggled with the concept of eating Hummus until I went to Mazzo a few months ago, and with Ashelyn to draw strength from, tried Hummus and Grape Leaves for the first time citing "when in Rome...."

3) I ate Oysters with my sister in February, drawing strength from Lacie, I slurped down my first round of Oyster, citing "when in Rome...."

Now that these key things are known about me, we fast forward to the Middle Eastern man slicing chunks of chicken off a rotisserie and mixing herbs into in.... Oh did I forget he was bare handed? Well the thing he was making is called a Shiwarma, Its a pita bread taco with panini grill lines and herbs inside. Add the potato/chili paste/ mayo dipping sauce and you got an authentic fast food treat. So what do you do as you look at the concoction?

When in Rome you say as you step up and struggle through the Language barrier. Then you sit down and try your meal, Is it Good? That's for you to experience, When in Rome