Posessed.

I don't necessarily want to respond to a comment that was posted on a blog a few posts ago. So I am not. I am too tired with the gun fire keeping me up all night to come up with anything constructive or not overly critical of that individual so I am just going to leave it at what it is. The comment is beyond typical. Those who know, know. Bi-polar anyone?

I couldn't sleep for whatever reason last night. Maybe it's the gunfire, maybe it's Iraq. I don't exactly know. Either way, this morning I feel as though I haven't slept at all. I remember last looking at the clock and it was 2:30 AM and turning the TV on, with the sleep timer set at 20 minutes. Watching probably 10-15 minutes of whatever show was on. Oh an old movie "Sleeping with the Enemy". With Julia Roberts. From what I saw it is basically about a wife who gets beat by her husband, fakes her death, runs away and tries to start a new life in hiding. All the while the husband figures out she faked it and will come after her. I then woke up at 5:30AM wide awake. Not tired at all, and realizing my alarm was going to go off in another hour just laid there until it did. Like I said, damn I'm tired.

A little reality, a little fantasy. Or something.

It's been awhile since I had posted anything. Although I have been more consistant as of late, than of previous posting occassions, I am really trying to stick with it. :)

I woke up tired as hell this morning. Apparently last night I feel asleep sometime between 8:00pm and 8:30 pm woke up at midnight. Then fell back to sleep again sometime after 2:00am. Only to be woken up at 6:00am by my alarm clock. Wonderful.

My radio was going off. My hand held. The sergeant working the talk said something about gun fire at some location. I didnt' quite catch where it was and was too tired to really give a shit. Never thought I'd ever say that, but by the sounds of it, they got it under control and it wasn't any big deal.

I shaved, went to breakfast and now here I am. Cold as hell, barely able to type because of it. Another day, another few more to go. Can't wait to get back into the states.

Oh, and by the way. I had the strangest dream last night. I was escaping or sneaking away from some camp or base or something... not that I was necessarily in the military but just getting away. Me and some female, someone I had never met followed this road and she pointed to an area that was quite a few miles away in a valley surrounded by these firn covered hills. She said she thought there might be a town there but all I could see was a few buildings. Head headed off the road down to the area where she was pointing and after a nights stay in the rain we reached where she was pointing. It was just a few buildings together and not anyone in site. We went in and asked for some help and they offered us a place to stay in the attic of some house. We dried our damp clothes and from there I vaguely remember something about hiding from someone coming and looking for us.

Wonder what it means?

Hardest Phone Call Thus Far

Long story short...

I spoke to Broc a few days ago. It was good to hear him and then he said "Daddy I want to see you" I told him I was very far away but i will see him very soon. He started to cry and said he didn't want to talk to me, and handed me back to Steph after saying I love you and I miss you very much.

Steph asked me why he handed the phone to her and why she was upset. At this point I was tearing up and a few escaped and were streaming down my cheak, and so I told her what he said and she said "Yeah it's been very hard on him. He says every weekend 'Daddy's going to pick me up. Daddy's coming to pick me up' Which must be even harder on you."

I didn't respond. I didn't really have anything nice to say to her. That just hurts me even more. And to think, the doesn't even have any clue that is mostly her doing that to him. She doesn't understand what him not talking to me does, even though she can obviously see it but just doesn't get it. I don't know. She says she is going to call me both Christmas Even and Christmas but then said she was going to try, and then changed her answer to either or.

Which is why I have decided to call him on Eve night and Christmas morning. Just to do it for her. Knowing her she'll be "too busy" or whatever. I am just not going to chance it.

To Iraq and beyond!

The other day I had a mission outside of Taji. No big deal really. Not that I was complacent or anything. I am always on my game. 110% of the time. Only this time, there was a few things different. I was a driver and not a gunner. Stayed behind the wheel waiting for mission to be complete and then drove home. Same rules apply here as in the states. No news is good news.

I have been a bit down recently. Nothing to be alarmed about. It's mostly because I haven't talked to Broc in a while and I had started thinking about it. Wondering what it was that I had done to cause his mother to hate me so much. So that's been weighing on me quite a bit.

The headaches haven't stopped. Although they aren't migrains they have consistant. Starting in the morning and lasting until I go to bed at night. I don't know if it's a product of my diet, not excersizing or what. But it's been 4 days now and it's getting rather annoying.

Otherwise nothing new to report. Going to finish my second season in Madden '08 tonight, maybe do some karaoke. I have to break the norm' and tonights the night to do it.

I have switched brands!

Put a Fork in Me, I'm Done.
The past couple of days have been pretty hard. I had a tension migraine Tuesday night that floored me. It started as a headache at 1700 while I was eating dinner. I put on some American Dad and started falling asleep in my chair so I decided to move to my bed. I was woken up by a few phone calls of my Sergeants taking an accountability check. Basically making sure I was alive and well. Though I was already awake to begin with when the phone started ringing that was when the terror began. It was 2100. I was hurting so bad. I tried so hard to tough it out. Change positions, get rid of the blankets, hide under the blankets, turn off the heat, turn on the heat, I even stooped down to a level that I rarely get to. I took two Tylenol PM 500mgs to help me get through the night. It didn't help. I knocked on Sgt. Shepherds door and thankfull she was still up at 2230 and I had her take me to the doctor. I was seen right away, and the Captain, who on the civillian side was also a headache specialist gave me an IV, hooked me up with his "special concoction" which included some benadryl and some sort of anti-inflammatory and by 0200 I was on my way back home. I was so loopy I had felt as though I had just woken up from some antiseptic. I was given 24 hours bed rest to help recover and the next day I was still out of it.

RAW!
Lucifer is now on Raw. I had to switch brands because Smackdown wasn't paying me enough money and I was tired of it. After wining the championship belt and defending it 3 times I was screwed my McMahon and I decided to say fuck it and move to Raw. So far so good. Although it took a long time to get me into a title match I won and have definded that belt 3 times so far as well. I am currently ranked #1 in the Power 25 wrestlers, and kicking MAJOR ass and taking names.
With a combined record of 83 wins and 18 losses, don't let my record fool you. This game is harder and a few matches, no matter what you do, you are forced to loose. Which really, really blows. BIG TIME. I have purchased all of the move sets, and am saving the money to create my minions. Watch out world of WWE it's about to get nastified! (no you cannot use that phrase I am copywriting it)

Support, Lightening, and Most Importantly...

The month of December has already been an exciting one.

Support This!
All of our life support on the Iraqi side of the base has stopped. That means, no port-o-potties being cleaned, no trash being picked up, no water being brought to any location. None of that stuff. Anything that would be considered "supporting our life" has been stopped. Apparently, the contract has run its course and they didn't add the coalition to the new contract. Also, any contractors that were working on this side of the base performing any of those duties are out of work. This is going to be some trying times from here on out. I expect some angry Iraqi's, upset civilians and possibly some action.

Lightening the Way
The other day there was a terrible lightening storm that started about 2200. It sounded like the lightening was striking the ground right outside of my barracks, and the thunder was was deafening loud. Continuing through the night, ever few minutes another strike, waking me up. Needless to say I hadn't slept well in a few days.

Most Importantly
Lucifer my Smackdown vs. Raw character is now a whopping 18 wins and 8 losses, and is on a six game winning streak. Oh baby! The only way I could acheive this was to turn the game settings down to easy. I am about to create a stable with him and his two minions. A little imp, and a skeleton. Oh, and, Stephanie McMahon had me in a ladder match which I had lost! And almost was sent to RAW! Rediculous!

Boredom at its Greatest

Before even starting this blog I was thinking about things I wanted to talk about. Very important issues from football to the war, life. But, now that I am here, in front of the computer there is nothing. My mind is blank. So over the next few days, either when I'm on the 'throne' or whenever I will write down things I have opinions about and do a daily or whenever I am able to get to this, post.

News on the Battle Front

I had just purchased the game Smackdown vs. Raw 2008. Naturally, the first thing I do is create my own character. After altering the body, arms, legs, height, weight, and face. I added some horns, gave him some bunny feet and turned his skin color to the color of a delicious IPA. Two hours later I have completed the feat only to realize I needed to give him some moves, punches and kicks. My record as a fighter, so far, is a meager 3/1 two of the fights I didnt' even fight in, the other one the computer got DQ'd and I got my ass kicked in the other. More to come on that.

Well, again it's that time. Work is upon us. Have a good morning all. Peace out!