It is 7:30 in the PM locally. My alarm went off at 7:00...and I wasn't here! But I did have my phone with me so Andy wouldn't smash it!!! ;) (Crap, I need something to write about...)
So last week was less than eventful for me. The most exciting thing that didn't happen yesterday you may note at the bottom of this week's blog entry. I am no longer posting as "Lynette Fuge" on this page! I figured out some of the settings for this thing while I was looking for something else. The editing of this setting may be useful to me in a project I am currently trying to revive at the urging of a couple of my MK brethren...*looks in the general direction of Dave and Devlon's rooms*
The story behind how I figured it out is less than interesting and isn't very long, but it does involve one of Lynette's many projects while I'm away. As you may know she is my unit's ombudsman. For those of you who didn't know or don't know what that means, she is the liaison between my command and the families of those of us sweating profusely in late Winter, early Spring. ;) She is trying to figure out how to setup a blog for that, but apparently there is some regulation that states it needs to be accessed only by people who are authorized to get the information. Blogspot limits the number of readers one can have on a private page to 100...this is simply not enough if everyone authorized the information follows the blog. I was looking into some options on how to get around this or at another site that may be useful. That is how I stumbled onto the setting that allows me to post as myself! But we still haven't figured out the free private blog site that allows more than 100 readers. She is currently using Shutterfly, but they have ads and doodads galore on the page which is annoying and distracting. If you happen to know of anything...I'm all ears! (or eyes in this case, I guess)
I was wrong....I did have something exciting (to me) happen on Saturday which leads into Monday. I got two packages on Saturday, one large one and one small one. I have been waiting for a replacement HDD to show up because the one I bought here got corrupted and unusable after three weeks. I also was waiting for a shipment of parts to arrive from the unit back home. I went to pick up my small package because I need the box to ship the old HDD back to the company as part of the replacement agreement. The other box I asked if I could make arrangements to pick up Monday since I'll be at the shop. I was told that was no big deal, and the box is kind of heavy.
Yesterday, after lunch, I went to pick up my parts! Or so I thought...I was handed a box (50+lbs) shipped from Arizona. I don't know anyone who is currently in Arizona so I was perplexed! What could possibly be in this heavy box, specifically addressed to me, from an address I have never heard of before? How about 90 boxes of Girl Scout cookies? That's right...I have just received a mysterious box full of cookies from a Girl Scout troop in Arizona. Who could possibly have given my mailing address to these girls? My first thought was Devlon (because he's devious like that Tracey!) But even he would only subject me to 2 or 3 boxes of torture at a time, not 90! So call up the Mystery Machine...I need this case solved! There were also post cards in the box the girls had drawn on and wrote little messages on. I left them, with the cookies, in the Chief of the Watch office so everyone could enjoy. (I took 4 boxes for myself after I went to the gym 5 hours later. :p)
I shared the news with as many people as I could find who might know anything about random cookie deliveries and no one could tell me anything. So I went to Lynette for help. The only other thing I could think of was our friends from church who are in the Army Reserve had them sent. I had just received an Easter box from them full of junk food so it seemed semi-logical. I left the mystery with Lynette for the night, and I went to bed because my router battery died and I couldn't talk to her about it anymore.
By the time I woke up this morning the mystery had been solved, and the culprit was one I didn't expect! Larry (who was my Chief of the Boat when I was in the Navy) and his wife Terri have a niece who is in Girl Scouts in Arizona. They were the ones who had all the fat pills sent my way! What a nice gesture, as I now know 90 boxes of cookies were not meant for me. ;) If you're reading, thank you guys! I will be sending an email to the troop to give my thanks later.
So the rest of Monday was filled mostly with paperwork for me and boat maintenance for the rest of the guys. After dinner there was supposed to be a comedian here at the camp. When I was walking back to my building, the show had already started. To my knowledge it was supposed to be one guy and that was it, even though on the graphic going around camp, it was that guy and three women on the tour. I didn't think much of it when I saw the graphic because I figured that maybe they broke up here to go to different camps in one night. However, when I was walking through, one of the women was on stage. I was a little confused, but I stayed to watch anyway. Who doesn't like comedy in the desert?
When the first woman was done with her set, she introduced another woman...I am thoroughly confused at this point, but light is about to be shed on the subject! The second comedian explains why the man isn't on stage. Apparently they were in Africa last week and they got to play with the military police dogs. They dressed all up in the suits and got chased down by trained animals. The guy apparently got paired up with an 80 lb German Sheppard. He was given a head start, as is customary for training the dogs. By the time they let the dog go and it caught him, he had reached a wall...the dog and the wall made a comedian sandwich and the guy blew out his knee! So he was out of commission for this leg of the tour and we got all three women telling us jokes! It was hilarious and afterward we got to go up on stage to meet them and get autographs and take pictures. I'm not a picture guy so I stuck with the autographs. The first woman on stage wrote "Powder your balls!" on all the guys pages...except mine. Mine says, "Power your balls!" I don't know what that means, but I can come up with some fairly painful possibilities. :D
Well, as usual, I have come to the table with nothing to say, and filled it with tales of hilarity. ;) This is where I wrap up the show. I'll be here again next week to ramble on about another topic I haven't predetermined until I start clacking away at the keyboard. See you then! (Don't forget who wrote this entry this week! :D)