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October is a Lie!

2010-10-02T13:31:00.000-07:00

I woke up yesterday and realized it was the first day of October. At least that's what my calendar said. I don't believe it.

October is supposed to be cold. The leaves are supposed to have changed/are changing colors. The air has a bite. Football is always on.

Here, there's no football, the leaves are still green (well, some are a little dark, but that's just because they've been burnt to a crisp out in the sun) and it's still triple digit temperatures.

I can't tell that anything has changed - ok, the temperature isn't 130, but it's still up there. There's no real discernable difference. I keep crossing off days, I keep flipping calendar pages, but I don't really know that time is actually moving. Folks at home tell me that it is - I know that school let out for the summer, and I heard about the summer vacations, I know that kids are back in school, and I know that some folks already have the fires burning at night. But I feel like the universe is just playing a big practical joke on me. I feel like I'm going to wake up one morning and find out that it's really the middle of July and everyone's going to be laughing at me. I wouldn't know the difference...

But if it's true, then: Welcome, October. Since you are my last full month here, you are indeed a welcome sight.

In other news, I was able to meet Randy Johnson, Dennis Haysbert, and Robert Patrick earlier this week. For those you don't know, Randy Johnson played in the MLB for 22 years and was known for 1) his height, 2) his gross mustache, and 3) his intimidating fastball. And it's all true. Well, I guess I didn't really see him throw a baseball, but I was intimidated when he was just standing there. He could have tossed a gumball to me and I probably would have dropped to the ground.

Dennis Haysbert has the voice that soothes (he's the guy from the Allstate commercials, as well as the tv show The Unit). I could have listened to him talk all day... But since all he said to me was "hi" it would have just been weird to stand there and keep listening.

Probably the least known is Robert Patrick, at least for me. He's also on the tv show The Unit and has made a career for himself playing the villain (he was T-1000 in Terminator 2 - others who have seen that movie probably know him better than I do). But I'll tell you what, he was the nicest of the three. He seemed genuinely happy to be there and was chatty when the other guys weren't. Not that I'm complaining - they spend days and days just standing around, shaking hands, getting their pictures taken - I appreciate it. But he just seemed really glad to be there. And we were happy to have them.

Just some guys, hanging out.

A Birthday, a Going Away and a Cloudy Day

2010-09-18T17:34:00.000-07:00

The past few days sure have been a whirlwind of excitment!

Saturday was the 63rd Birthday of the United States Air Force. I knew it was going to be Great Air Force Day when I woke up and there were clouds in the sky. Not dust, not smoke, not haze, not smog. Oh, and not just a blinding sun, beating down, with no relief.

Clouds.

Ahhh, clouds.

I want you to know that each picture takes about 10 minutes to upload over here. That's how happy I was to see clouds (for the first time in about 4 months) - it was worth waiting for three pictures!

The day continued with a celebration of all things Air Force. Ok, that's a little bit of a stretch. I'm surrounding by Army, so it was less of a "celebration" and more of a shrug of the shoulders (let's not forget, when it was the Army's birthday they had cake and birthday plates, and even allowed the soldiers to have 2 beers in celebration). And it was less "all things Air Force" and more - well, cake.

I've been trying to eat healthy lately, and generally avoid dessert, but I bend the rules a little bit for a birthday. I know that looks like a shout-out to my mom, but that's actually my slice of AF heaven.

To tell the truth, it hasn't been that hard avoiding dessert - they've been serving leftover Army Birthday cake for about 3 months now...
And to throw this in real quick - pictures from the Army JAG Corps Birthday celebration from July:

The Cake (with Iraqi icing decoration)

The Obligatory Chair Picture

On Saturday night, we also said goodbye to a JAG friend. She arrived a couple of months prior to us, so she gets to leave a couple of months prior (I hope everyone followed that logic). We found a bowling alley on base and went out for bowling and pizza. Wouldn't you know it, bowling was so much fun that we only got a few shots...

Strike that (get it - that's an attorney AND bowling joke), we only got one picture - it's hard when the lights are crazy. But look at that form - and look at the AF logo glow. Can't miss us in the dark!

But an even more important event has occurred (is occurring?) - today, Anna turns... Well, it's not like she's old, but I don't know if I'm supposed to say just how old. Let's just say, I saw a card that said it's the 'new 30'. But that card might have been a little messed up. Anyway, today is Anna's birthday and I'm obviously unable to be there. So instead of sending a bunch of lame presents (oh, wait, did that) or lame ecards (check) or a dumb Facebook wall post (uh, yeah) I offer a simple thought:

Yeah, we got a little carried away with the markers...

BSI and GSI

2010-09-09T11:51:00.000-07:00

Scouting. I remember it fondly. I remember working for the badges. I remember being impressed with how much my dad (usually Troop Leader, always heavily involved) knew about everything in the world. I remember the camping trips, the campfires, and just enjoying the outdoors. I remember the organization and how everything just flowed smoothly.

Well, for the past few months I've been able to volunteer for a Scouting program here in Iraq. It's for boys and girls ages: very small to pretty tall (I'm not good with guessing ages of kids of any ethnicity). A few years ago a soldier thought it would be a good idea to create a Scouting program for the kids here - we're currently working on turning it over to the Iraqis, but as with everything (including the gov't that's still being set-up), the turn over is slow.

And it's NOTHING like what I experienced growing up. But it's Iraq, and things are simply different here. I think it's a great opportunity for the kids to get away from it all. It's not easy living here for 6 months, I can't imagine what it would be like to grow up in a third world country. So, we give them an outlet.

The night begins by getting the kids to flagpoles. This generally includes a lot of whistle blowing and yelling "Yella!" to the kids (that's Arabic for "hurry!"). Since I have a dedicated terp, I've been able to take my game to the next level. I'm often found telling the kids "Im-she" which technically means "walk" but I think roughly translates to "get your butt in gear." I'm so native.

Once rounded up, the children are in charge of raising the center flag and then they repeat/scream their national anthem/saying (is it an "anthem" if they don't sing it?). We clap for them and then follow with our National Anthem. They clap for us and then run off.

The kids are usually split up by gender and then by age group. But that usually only lasts for about a half an hour - after that all sense of organization disappears and it's just time for the kids to have fun. Before that chaos, some groups will head off to play sports (Basketball, Volleyball, Soccer, etc.), others will head to the Chess Tent (to, well, learn and play Chess), while others will go to the tents to do a project/learn something. Sensitive to the local customs, I usually end up helping the young boys. And each week I regret that decision. They're fun, but very... energetic. We start off with a project and then the volunteers spend the next 18 hours (ok, it's only 25 minutes, but with all those kids it sure feels like a long time) trying to keep the kids focused.

For example:

Here are some kids working hard:

While this kid tries to hit me in the head with a frisbee:

We're currently learning about planets. Last week we inflated plastic planets and the rotated and revolved around the sun. Teaching the kids about the planets is hard when you speak the language, but it's extremely difficult when you don't speak their language. Oh, and when the terp isn't nearby. I guess my "hurry" and "walk" knowledge only gets me so far. I'm not a native.

But the kids liked rotating and they liked revolving, so that was good enough for me. You can see how excited they were:

Ok, that's not fair. He actually was really excited, and enjoyed the exercise, he was being told to give his moon back. Oddly enough, he didn't want Venus (is that what I'm holding?), just wanted the moon.

Other than the planet fun we've been having, we've also made masks:

Had handstand contests:

Did jump rope push-ups:

Ok, the kids just did regular jump rope...
And (thankfully) just chilled.

I'm not sure if this all "works" but it sure is a lot of work. And enjoyed by all.

When the Wind Blows

2010-08-27T00:43:00.001-07:00

When the wing blows in Iraq, it's like trying to breathe with a hair dryer on high blowing right into your face.

Keep on Truckin'

2010-08-12T12:00:00.001-07:00

So, a few folks have asked me about the vehicle I'm driving to and fro (yes, "fro") work. I've actually enjoyed the images they've presented me. Anything from a dinky little pick-up, to a Humvee, and to what I think amounted to a semi-truck. Well, none of them are completely accurate. Especially because I've had a variety of conveyances. And like so many things in Iraq, only the pictures do them justice.

Here's my first whip, The Digger. I don't know how it picked up that moniker - I have a few guesses, but would rather not submit them for the world to see.

It was a smooth ride - good transmission, but little to no a/c. The folks in the front seat got their fair share, but only room for 2. Any more than that and you had to crawl into the back. There was a bench that ran the length of the truck, but its cushions never made up for the heat in the back...

After a few weeks, I was allowed to upgrade to the Turtle. Now, this nickname I get. And I hope it's not too hard for you...

Do not ask me why it was painted like that. She performed well - decent a/c but not too trustworthy of a transmission. So, they gave me another upgrade, and another wacky paint job. I give you the Cow (and no, this isn't just the same truck with a different color scheme - they actually had two trucks painted like this). Can you tell how proud of her I was?

The cow was a mix of the first two trucks - it had neither good a/c nor a good transmission. She got me where I needed to go, but she handled like a bovine and put out about as much methane. I was happy to have her, but I was happier when I heard I was going to get upgraded with a "professional" paint job. I guess the boss's boss wasn't too impressed with his troops driving around in a cow and asked Motor Pool to give it a less embarassing paint job. I was told it was going to be blue (I think in honor of Air Force), but one of the painters must have been colorblind and I'm now driving a purple grape around town. Not regal purple, more Barney purple. I'm told that when a new shipment of paint comes in, they'll give me that professional paint job I'm waiting for - until then I'm the operator of happiest bus in the world

(this is how I imagine people see my truck when I drive by...)

All Gummed Up

2010-08-03T10:24:00.000-07:00

My friends -

Thanks to each and every one of you who has sent me a package. I can't tell you how exciting it is to receive a new surprise in the mail. I tear at the box and relish everything that is sent to me!

I'm never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and I'm certainly NOT complaining, but I thought y'all would appreciate my gum collection. I have many goals while I'm over here. 1) Don't go crazy. 2) Fix the legal process for the entire country. And my newest, and maybe most daunting goal: 3) Enjoy every piece of gum that I've received so far.

Sorry, jaws...

Speaking of packages, we had our first failure a couple of weeks ago. A well intended glass jar of salsa broke and its contents spilled out onto the rest of the package - there's a disagreement as to the "how." One argues that it was due to the heat while the other contends that it was probably due to the rough handling in transit. No matter how it happened, the salsa got to cook in the heat for a fair amount of time. It's too bad the smell can't be captured in the pictures...

Deployment Doldrums

2010-07-21T12:59:00.000-07:00

During the time away, I passed the my two-months in theater mark (and am creeping awfully close to the 2.5 mark). It came and went without any hurrah. We're in the doldrums of the deployment. I've been here long enough that the excitement is gone. I've been here long enough that nothing really surprises me anymore, but not long enough that I can think about going home. I wouldn't call it mundane, but it's become repetitive - my own Groundhog's Day. I wake up and see the same bright sun in the cloudless sky. I feel the same heat (although after a respectable June, it heated up quickly in July. I drive the same truck, to the same office, I eat the same food. And sadly, I seem to be spinning my wheels in the same Iraqi ruts (figuratively, not literally).

But do not despair, my fellow JAG personnel and I have devised a way to keep things moving. Ok, I devised a way and I'm dragging them along with me. We've created themes for each day. Monday: Movie Monday. Tuesday: Table Tennis Tuesday. Wednesday: Breakfast with Joe. Thursday: Take-out Thursday. Friday: Fast food Friday. Saturday: Sather/Stryker Saturday. Sunday: Ice Cream Sundays!

I wouldn't say that we're really committed to this entire schedule, but at least it gives us something different. For example, we've NEVER done Table Tennis Tuesday, but every Tuesday we talk about it. Something new to think about. And we've only watched one movie together on Monday. Although this one might pick up as we increase our movie selections.

Our favorites are Wed, Fri, and Sun. Joe is my terp; he has been over here for over a year and dreams of returning to the states to start a restaurant. To pass the time, he cooks out of his CHU. It's amazing the types of food he can create with a microwave. Dolmas, hummus, tabouli, and all kinds of other exotic foods that are created with I-don't-know. Every Wed morning we get together to sample Joe's weekly fare. I keep hoping it'll turn into a Tuesdays with Morrie deal, but I think Joe is too sarcastic for me to find any material. Unless you might think people want to read his response when I asked him to impart upon me some wisdom he's gathered over the years of living in so many different places: "Capt M, I don't think, I just translate the brilliant things you have to say."

On Friday, we all order fast food type food at the DFAC (dining facility). We're all trying to eat healthy over here (some more than others), so Friday is our day to pick up a burger, corn dog, french fries, etc. from the line. Thursdays aren't really "take out" as much as "go out" Thursdays. There are a few restaurants around VBC that we're going to start hitting up when we run out of patience with the DFAC - that includes some local fare, but also the BKs, Popeyes, Subways, etc. that are on base. It's just nice to have something different.

Sather/Stryker are two other bases contained on VBC. I have to work by them, so I try to make the other 2 leave the comfort of RPC and join me. It hasn't happened very often. The other JAG here is trying to turn Saturday into "Soft Serve Saturdays" and I'm not sure if it's because he likes soft serve that much or hates going to Sather/Stryker that much.

And finally - the absolute favorite - Ice Cream Sunday. As I've said, we're trying to eat healthy, but there's always free Blue Bell ice cream! For the first few weeks we were all eating it every other day or so. Probably not the best way to do things - so in an effort to cut down on the bad habits as well as to celebrate another week gone by, we (I) limit ourselves to ice cream only on Sundays. I'm really the only one truly committed to the principle, but the others are pretty good at limiting themselves. I really think it helps the week go by a little faster, and I know that I get really excited for the indulgence on Sunday - I think it even helps the ice cream taste better.

In a fit of perfect serendipity, my paralegal's birthday was last Sunday. We decorated the office with supplies sent over by her husband and celebrated with a DFAC dinner on "Happy Birthday" plates and ice cream for dessert. Here's a picture of her blowing out her "candle"

And the card I got her. They didn't have a "Happy Birthday to my Paralegal" card at the PX so I improvised:

If at First you don't Succeed

2010-07-19T12:11:00.000-07:00

Call it version 1.0.

I guess that means this is version 2.0. Not that it's any better, but it's a continuation of my previous posts. Only now I'm no longer in Colorado or Alabama, but in the middle of Iraq. I've sent a few mass email updates, but realized that instead of flooding inboxes with pictures and stories, I'm going to come back and try the blog again. I'll probably repost some of my previous emails, just so I don't miss anyone I might have left out in the emails.

Yes, it has been a while since I either posted or emailed. As the next few posts will explain. Some of the absence was beyond my control; some of the absence I just let happen...

One reason I've been slow in sending out an update is that I lost my computer. I didn't lose it as in "misplaced", as much as lost it in "it's no longer functioning properly." While I'm certain the computer would have been fixed with one trip to the Geek Squad or Nerd Herd, or any computer nerd shop (heck, there's a couple of folks in my family who fit that bill), I am sadly no where near any such shop.

Instead of fighting and fussing over a fix, I decided to scrap the netbook and buy a full laptop. The netbook is good for short trips, when you don't want to pack a laptop, but it really did not function well as my fulltime computer. I won't tell on the family that convinced me the netbook was the way to go, but they know who they are - and to think I tRUSTed them. I'm very happy with the upgrade. I can now surf more than 2 webpages at a time and watch DVDs without squinting.

The Upgrade

So, what have I been up to in the meantime? Well, my faithful paralegals were a step ahead - as they usually are. These are the same paralegals who saved me in Balad. I told you that the room there in Balad was absolutely horrendous, but it was the smell that made it unbearable. Luckily, TSgt Spaulding and SSgt Barker had the foresight to provide me with gel that I'm supposed to hang in my closet and make everything smell better - and even better, they gave it to me after I had shipped my belongings over here, so I had to carry them with me. That meant they were accessible in Balad instead of sitting at VBC. Well, with a little ingenuity, I made those gel packets work for me (ok, it was very little ingenuity; wasn't really that brilliant of an idea) - as always, the simplest solution is the best.

But, I digress - other than the scented gel packs, they also provided me a 1000 piece puzzle. 1000 pieces is a lot to deal with, but they also decided to get me the small pieces! It worked not only my mind, but my eyes and my dexterity as well. It was not only a great way to spend some time, it was also a great scene! I liked it so much, I even redid the middle section (after it fell apart when I was positioning it for the picture).

In fact, this is now how I imagine my post-retirement ranch; I'm even going to require Anna to wear the period clothing. If she wants her German Shepherd, she's going to have to dress like a olde tyme German shepherd.

Also, The puzzle was nice and relaxing, which is what I needed while I tried to salvage the data from my old computer. I was really worried that I was going to lose all the pictures I had taken during the deployment. With gnashed teeth and bated breath, I struggled to recover the data. Finally (luckily), I was able to figure out the right key combinations (my graphics driver failed so I couldn't see anything on my screen) to save my data from the computer and transfer it to an external hard drive. I'm certain that I've left a lot of information on the netbook, but I got my pictures back!

So, what does this mean to you? It means I can reveal my cliffhanger of a month ago. It's really not that exciting. In fact, by now it's just downright blase (not a perfect use of the word, but I wanted to force it in there for the pun, since I've been babbling about computers - Blaise Pascal anyone?!). If you've already glanced at the picture below, you might be wondering what exactly you're looking for. Yeah, I get it. That's why I finally called it off. It was a grand experiment that turned into just an experiment that turned into a failed experiment. The Iraqi culture is very facial hair focused. If a man makes a promise to you and rubs his moustache, then that promise is supposed to be extra binding (I guess that holds true for the women, too, but I don't think it's as common). A man with facial hair is supposed to be more masculine, more competent and more powerful. As you can see, my attempt conveyed the exact opposite. Maybe it didn't, maybe the Iraqis just thought that I got some sand caught on my upper lip. I don't know what they thought of me, but in the end, I just had to let it go. It's not like this moustache - good moustache, better man!

I think I'm laughing so hard in this picture because I just saw my reflection...

A New Lady

2009-11-17T18:56:00.001-08:00

So, by now, many of you have probably heard that I have a new lady in my life. Well, the rumors are true, so I guess it's about time I introduce her.

She's a lot of fun.

A little bit rambunctious. I can't tell you how many things she's already broken in my house. But so far, definitely worth it.

She really brings a lot of joy to my life.

She's a little loud, though.

Her whining has kept me up pretty late and woken me up pretty early, too. And there always seems to be something she's complaining about.

But she's really pretty! And she gets me.

Ok, sometimes she gets in my way when I'm watching tv, and I have to spend a lot of time cleaning up after her, but so far, I wouldn't have it any other way.

And maybe most importantly, she likes Sadie and Sadie likes her too (mostly.)

Say Hi to Piper!

She's not allowed on my table anymore. And she's much bigger.

She waits until Sadie curls up, then finds a spot near her. Not really "with" Sadie, but near her...

Oh, and ;)

Wake Me Up -

2009-09-06T00:01:00.000-07:00

When September Ends...

So, it's already a few days into September, but I was looking at my schedule and really realizing just how much I have to do in the next few weeks. I decided to give you a visual representation of what my September looks like (the days that aren't crossed off are the days I'll be in office):

I decided I didn't need to cross out the weekends because I shouldn't be going in then anyway. But then again, after seeing this visual representation, I'm starting to second guess that now less-than-firm belief...

Do It Yourself Part I

2009-08-31T17:37:00.000-07:00

I decided to do some home improvement. I got a house with a nice backyard for Sadie, but the grass is gross and it's not all that attractive. The family I come from just won't have it. My grandma's place has always been full of color and the house I grew up in was always nicely 'scaped. I decided to make my family proud - since I don't know how to do that, I decided to call in the help of an expert. This is what we ended with (for a now).

Just a before pic:

And the after. I'm pretty excited because not only are those purple ~~things~~ flowers deer resistant, but they're also bee friendly. It'll be nice to know that I'll have a deer-free, bee-happy backyard.

We needed to clear the fenceline to allow the sun to reach the flowers. Unfortunately, the neighbor's foliage created a bit of a sunblock, so we cut 'em down. And there was plenty to get rid of.

I hope my neighbors don't read this blog because I'm not sure how they'll react. I'm hoping they never notice. I left the state early the next morning, so they might just be fuming until I return...

Oh Captain, I'm a Captain

2009-07-27T19:12:00.001-07:00

Yeah, I get it. It's time to change the picture and maybe even the title of this blog... But it won't be today. I'm holding off until I find a real title as opposed to something like "Sweet Home Alabama" which I'm sure someone would have suggested...

Until then, I'll just let update you on the more important things.

On 7 July, I was promoted to Captain. Some of my friends had special ceremonies with cake, salutes and even family members. Me? No ceremony. No cake. No salutes. No family members.
I got post-it notes cut out in the shape of an 'H'...

So why am I so happy in the picture? It's because for 5 days I was a Captain when most of my friends were stuck in Lieutenant Land. It's satisfying to know that for the rest of my career, I'll outrank them.

So what did I do to celebrate? I decided to make sure that our security was up to date.

It is.

I was a bit concerned at first, since the last time I watched a dog demonstration the folks getting demonstrated on had a helmet and face mask... You'll notice that I had neither. Sure, I had a full body suit, but that came after they "got me used to the dog" by letting him attack me with just a sleeve on. Y'all will be happy to know that I avoided any serious injuries. I've also decided that should I ever find myself being chased by a dog, I will promptly stop, pin my arms to my side, and scream that I give up. I will then begin to pray that the torpedo with teeth is trained to stop. You should, too.

I'm Back

2009-06-29T17:33:00.001-07:00

And with absolutely no great hurrah whatsoever, I've decided to return to the blog. I doubt it will be much more interesting than before, but it's been requested , and I'm nothing if not a people pleaser. Actually, I'm not that good at that, so that doesn't leave me in a very good spot.
Before I talk about my time here in Maxwell, I have to give one last shout-out to Steamboat. I miss you so...

It's not that Montgomery has been terrible - there's a minor league baseball team with a mascot that can't be beat (and really goes to show just how much people in the South like to eat)

It's just that with tempatures that reach near the century mark, humidity that adds at least 10 degrees, and overnight lows above 75 degrees, you just start hoping for better temps. All of a sudden, Grand Forks never looked so good!

But while I've been here, I've seen an air show, been part of an honor guard for a retirement ceremony (see below), and absolutely overwhelmed with work. I have a tort claim worth about $5 million I'm working on, a fully litigated trial that's to go next week, and I'm working hard to fill the house I'm living in (see below as well).

Mein Haus:

My bedroom/new dresser. I'm really excited about this dresser because I've been living out of boxes and suitcases since my household good have been delivered in late-May. Actually, if you look carefully, you can see a reflection of said cardboard boxes in the right mirror:

My living room. This was the first room I started to work on and it took me forever to find the set-up. I can't believe how many people I asked for input before deciding on this arrangement. Still would like one more opinion:

And the new dining room table. It's new to me at least. Apparently some kids beat up on it, but it's a Duncan Phyfe, which I'm told is a good manufacturer. This has extra two leaves and a 1/4 inch custom-made glass cover. It's a great entertaining table. I just need to find an everyday table to combine it with...

And last, and maybe most importantly - my washer and dryer. I'm through washing my uniforms in the sink. I'm through letting my clothes pile up. Eight loads of laundry in one day and I'm all caught up!

And just so you all don't think it's terrible living where I am - "This Old House" just put out a little information on the Capitol Heights area (that's the area of Montgomery in which I live). If I'm forced to live here, I might as well do it right! http://www.thisoldhouse.com/toh/photos/0,,20283025_20631493,00.html

Heads Up

2008-10-28T16:32:00.000-07:00

Thought I'd let y'all know that I'll be in Alabama for training in January, then will be stationed there for the next two years.

1 Down, 99 To Go...

2008-10-27T19:48:00.000-07:00

In Germany, you're not considered a real rider until you've been thrown from your horse 100 times. Well, I'm 1% of a real rider...

We were out, having a nice ride in the fall air a few weeks ago, when Dixie decided to jump a fallen tree. Dixie's a jumper, so I'm generally well prepared for her leaps, but at the time of her jump, I was complacent because she had been so well behaved. She took a big prep step, throwing me to the back of the saddle, then upon the landing I was thrown to the front, hit the saddlehorn, and flipped over her shoulder. Luckily, I grew up getting thrown around, so I know how to fall without getting hurt too bad. As I rolled out of my flip, Dixie turned and looked at me, as if to say "What are you doing on the ground?" I did better than my brother, who fell (not thrown, fell) off his horse twice that day.

In Other News: Thanks, Video Games

On this ranch, you learn by doing. Well, I needed to clean up some poop, so I hopped in the big (expensive) green tractor and was confronted with this set-up:

I had no idea what to do, but I've had to learn enough games and use enough joysticks that I was able to quickly figure it all out.

That might look like a lot of manure, but it's only one of three piles!

Catch-Up

2008-10-26T21:06:00.000-07:00

It's been a while since I've been on. Other than fighting some internet problems, I've been doing a lot of traveling and entertaining. I was in Denver last weekend to drive a float in a High School Homecoming parade and then stayed for an extra couple of days to pick up some friends who flew in from IN. A quick story (in pictures) of what we did while they were here:

We logged the woods (with our bare hands)...

It dumped 3-5 inches of snow...

We did a little skeet shooting (look closely, you can see the pigeon exploding)

And even chopped some wood

Snow!

2008-10-12T14:12:00.000-07:00

It's hard to see because there's only a light dusting, but I woke up to the first snow fall of the year. Flakes might have previously fallen, but this is the first time there was any type of accumulation. The snow quickly burned off and fall showed up again.

While I've been here, I've learned that it's a different type of person that resides in rural areas of Colorado...

Out here, they don't bother with fixing roads, they just warn drivers:

And the drivers are warned because apparently they need it. Who made the mistake that necessitated the following sign?

And what do you do when you can't get a license to build a residence? You build a barn and live in it!

Cattle Drive

2008-10-04T16:28:00.000-07:00

I still haven't quite figured out how to properly ride a horse, but we needed to get some cattle off the National Forest and into the corrals. Luckily, Dixie is a horse at her best when she's working cattle, so I didn't have to fight her too much. Instead, we were able to work together and even pulled off some fancy moves when a stray calf took off!

Fall has Sprung

2008-09-29T17:43:00.001-07:00

I returned to Colorado and found that fall was in full effect. I got to see a lot of great colors on my drive back - luckily none of those colors was white. Snow will come soon enough. For now I'm enjoying the crisp nights and warm days.

As soon as I'm finally over this cold, we'll finish getting the cows out of the Federal Forest and start collecting wood for winter.

San Antonio

2008-09-22T07:11:00.000-07:00

As most of you know, I decided to drive down to Texas to help with the hurricane response/recovery.

I left on Tuesday and drove 12 hours to the middle-of-nowhere, Texas. Wednesday morning I drove another 6-ish hours and arrived in San Antonio around 2 pm. I signed-up, got my official volunteer badge, received some "training" and then I was at the shelter for dinner that night. The shelter fed approximately 2000 evacuees ever meal (the number has dropped in the past couple of days, and will continue to as they are opening most of the evacuated areas). My main job is helping to feed the "clients" (as they're called), which is a continuous task. We often receive new arrivals in-between meals, so we're generally scrambling around trying to find food.

The shelter is divided into a day/dining room and three sleeping bays. It's located in an empty warehouse on a closed Air Force base, which accounts for its size. Below is a picture of one of the sleeping bays.

I was able to grab a cot at a shelter across the street from the evacuee's shelter where many of the responders (bus and ambulance drivers, firefighters, Texas Guard) sleep. I had my own FEMA cot, and as the numbers there began to decline, I was able to set-up my own privacy shelter.

If you look closely, you can see that I forgot a pillow, so I've been sleeping on my Peak7 sweatshirt. Unfortunately, operations at that shelter have been declining as well, so different sleeping arrangements have been made. I'm currently holed up in a local hotel until they can figure out if they have enough room for me (the shelter wasn't really for me, but because they had plenty of extra room, I wasn't a factor. I want to make sure I'm not displacing a responder by taking a bed in the new room). I needed the break - I woke up yesterday morning feeling terrible... I caught some sort of bug, so I needed to get away and get some real sleep. Once I beat this, I'll figure out my next move. Until then, I'm glad I no longer have to take a shower in a semi:

This has been quite an eye-opening experience. Because I've never lived through a destructive hurricane, I've always been insulated from the news reports. I felt bad for those whose lives were affected, but didn't have a personal understanding. I think that will be different from now on. The clients generally have no options other than the shelter. And when they return home, what little they had will likely be destroyed; they barely had enough to make do, and now they have to rebuild...

I certainly have been reminded how truly blessed I am - thank you to everyone who has helped me give back.

ho, hum

2008-09-12T18:20:00.000-07:00

Today I got to play with a chainsaw - cutting trees into rails for the buck and rail fences and (de)limbing them. There was a hail/sleet/snowstorm that forced us to take cover for a while. Then I drove the tractor around on some errands. Then I found out I passed the bar! Boo-yah!! Break out the bubbly, folks - I'm an attorney-at-law.

Evan The Terrible

2008-09-07T19:20:00.000-07:00

Why am I showing you a picture of a big, ugly bull? Because I rode him today. That's right, no playing, I am now an amateur bull rider. Another ranchhand rides in the PRCA and went to practice today. Well, I went with him and rode Evan the Terrible for 8 seconds! He wasn't the most aggressive bull (heck, it was only my first time out), but earlier in the day he bucked off another guy who's ridden saddle broncs before, so I feel like it was a highly successful ride. And don't tell my mom (Ma, stop reading), but I'll be going back sometime to see what the next level ride is like.

Unfortunately, I didn't get any shots of the actual ride because my picture taker was busy teaching, helping, and spotting me. I'll gladly trade a ride with me on the bull without pictures for shots of me flying off the bull...

By the way, this was on my lists of life goals and I'm very happy to check this one off!

I'm No Cowboy

2008-09-03T18:28:00.000-07:00

And I can prove it. In the first couple of weeks here I got the tractor stuck twice and I even broke the water pump with a brush hog- we were only out of water for a day or so (I split a couple of wires), and we don't shower that often anyway... (see also)

While becoming a cowboy might take a while, I'm certainly fitting in as a rancher. I'm learning all the jobs, cleaning horse hooves, driving trailers, building fences, and even chainsawing lots of things! And truth be told, no matter how many mistakes I've made, I'm satisfied to know that I never did this:

This is a picture of the other ranchhand's truck. He was out cutting rails and dropped a tree right onto his truck. It's nice to know that this is his livelihood and he can make such a big mistake - allows me, as a rookie, to screw-up as often as I want!

I was finally able to get out and ride a couple of times this week (the hay is finally finished!). The ride was much harder than any other horse ride I'd been on. These guys aren't simple trail horses that follow nose-to-butt. I had to really control my horse, which is hard to do with such strong animals. The boss lady/trainer said I had an amazing seat and that I'm a natural. I'll be sure to let my mare (Dixie) know so she'll stop bossing me around when we're out.

The cowboy hat is not just a fashion statement either (although they do look better than pegged pants). When we were out it started to rain and then hail a little bit, and I was completely protected by that hat. It's no wonder they're a staple out here!

This Ain't My First Rodeo

2008-09-01T16:47:00.000-07:00

I made it to a full rodeo in Steamboat a couple of weeks ago and then last night I was invited to a Professional Bull Riding (PBR) event. It was a qualifying event for the Vegas finals so a lot of "big" names were there - both in the riders and the bulls. If you've ever watched a PBR event on Mojo/Versus (I doubt many of you have...) then you've seen some of the guys who were riding last night.

The night was made even better because we were invited to the pre-party and the VIP seating section hosted by Priest Creek Ranch. Priest Creek is a ranch here in Steamboat that actually supplies a lot of the bulls for the PBR. We were kind of celebrities - but a lot less Starbucks and a lot more steers.

Waiting to head out - with the ranch's black lab, Chance

An empty bull - you can see the rider on the left. I got a few good videos, but having too much trouble uploading them...

Here's a picture of the sunset on the ride home

Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch...

2008-08-28T18:12:00.000-07:00

Chaps Chafe

Truth be told, they're not really chaps, but they're close - see here to learn more about chaps and specifically what I'm wearing. The set I'm wearing was handmade by the ranch owner who's a bit smaller than I am, so they probably wouldn't chafe, but I'm wearing a size or two too small. The leather is really helpful to protect my pants (I'm currently destroying reinforced Carhartts) when I'm hauling hay and building bucks. The picture is for all those who thought chaps were so funny...

That's a Ton of Hay!

Actually, it's 8 tons of hay. My first day back from Portland and I was back moving hay bales. We've done about 55 tons and by the end of the week we'll have over 100 tons of hay in the barn (for winter feed). We'll be up before the sun on Saturday to head into town for 2 semi-loads and then we should be finished with hay and I'll begin working on my riding skills so we can go round up the cattle.

Party in PDX!

2008-08-27T20:16:00.000-07:00

I took a vacation from my vacation last weekend and headed back to Portland for a wedding. I took a ton of pictures, but none on my camera, so I have nothing to show at this point. Suffice to say I enjoyed my time at each step: Phantom, the wedding, the wedding reception, and everything in between - I even have a partially broken nose to prove it!

Thanks to all my wonderful Oregon friends!

Thistle While I Work

2008-08-18T19:02:00.000-07:00

No, it's not a speech impediment (I got that fixed years ago - mostly), my life has just been dominated by thistles. I spent 11 hours of hard labor today trying to rid the ranch of this stinking plant. I now officially despise them... It's so bad that I literally (yes, literally) close my eyes and I see the plant. Apparently these things just take over so I'm trying to cut them down before they seed out.

Everything purple you see in the picture is a thistle. Now multiple that by 300 acres - and include the juvenile plants and related thistles that aren't as big (and are hidden in grass that comes up to my waist) and you've got my day and most of my tomorrow.

But I wouldn't trade it! Partly because the hard work is welcome after sitting on my rump for the last four years of my life, and partly because Colorado is just awesome. Take a gander at the rainbow over the property that I enjoyed over dinner:

Who's got two thumbs and loves Colorado?

2008-08-17T19:16:00.000-07:00

This guy!

That's right, I'm now sponsored by Hideaway Ranch. I guess I've shoveled enough poop that they gave me an official jacket!

The following picture is of Hideaway - in the grove on the left you can kind of see the house where I'm staying, then the pastures, the horse barn, the shop/barn, and the indoor/outdoor arena. There's a total of 325 acres surrounded by thousands of acres in Routt National Forest! It's just as amazing as you can imagine!

Golf in Ski Town, USA

2008-08-14T18:52:00.000-07:00

Steamboat is certainly not known for its golf and I was surely spoiled by the plethora of options in Spokane, but my brother, father, and I decided to venture out to one of the courses in town. Not a hard course, but it was nice to be back out - and you can't beat playing golf at 7000+ feet! I was killing the ball - multiple 300+ yard drives, thanks to the thin air.

With the family in town, I might get some work done tomorrow - more likely it'll just be more lounging, watching the Olympics, and hiking... Life's rough.

Here I am

2008-08-13T20:26:00.000-07:00

I spent 5 hours walking the pasture in this picture (from the fence over to the pens) today looking for thistle to cut... While I was there, I kept thinking about all the stuff I want to tell folks, but each time I thought of something to tell someone else, I forgot what I was supposed to say to the other person. So I decided to start this to show everyone how cool I am!

So far, I've been building fences, cutting rails, mucking stalls, feeding horses, and all the other random needs of a ranch... So far, so awesome!

The golden horse (an appaloosa) is named Clyde and is one of 13 currently at the ranch.