Before I start, let me say that Hawaii is wonderful. Really. The weather is great (pretty much all the time). The beaches are beautiful. The scenery is unparalleled. We are blessed to be afforded the opportunity to live there.

Having said that, good God do I miss the mountains. Our time here in the Pacific Northwest just reinforces that ache for the smell of pine trees, the sting of cold winter air, and the sight of a mountain with snow on it.

Those of you up at DA, I think it's about time you all get your ducks in a row and open up an active duty Chinook unit either at Fort Carson, Colorado (my first choice) or Fort Lewis, Washington (my second choice). Preferably, NOW. I would give serious consideration to offering up a body part if I thought it would do any good.

I miss SEASONS. I miss being cold. I miss fireplaces. Granted, some of the older housing units at Schofield Barracks/Wheeler Army Airfield have them but they never get USED because it's never COLD enough. I miss wearing fleece. I miss the smell of pine trees and winter air. I miss snuggling down under the blankets to stay warm as opposed to kicking them off because it's too damn hot in the room due to the fact that the trade winds decided not to make an appearance. I miss it all (well, most of it. Can't say I miss shovelling 3 feet of snow off my walkway or nasty grams from the housing Nazis about my driveway not being cleared to standards or it being dark at 3pm).

Yes, Hawaii is great. But it's not home. Home, for us, is somewhere near a mountain. Somewhere that sees the weather coincide with the season. Somewhere where you can actually remember what month it is based on what it looks like outside your window. Somewhere that fireplaces are not just decorative in nature.

We have just a few days left here and I am savoring each and every one of them. I'm still trying to figure out how to bottle up that smell that I miss so much. Yankee Candle has yet to come up with a fragrance that comes close. I miss mountain living SO much...guess you could say I'm homesick.


- hfs


Leavin' on a jet plane

Not sure what kind of access I'll have while we're gone.

I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday. Congress, that means you too you idiots. (sorry - had to get in one last dig)

While I'm gone, if you're bored, feel free to check out some of the links on the left!


- hfs


Michael Yon

This week, I want to shine the spotlight on someone that most of you know well but some of you may not have had the opportunity to know...yet.

Michael Yon was one of the first blogs that ever read back when I first became aware of blogging, and MilBlogging in general. I was hooked on the very first entry I read: Please Don't Shoot Us. His writing takes you there and you feel as though you are experiencing everything he writes about firsthand. I've heard from several spouses within the Deuce Four that his dispatches were the lifeline that helped them through their loved ones' deployment. I don't doubt it.

For those of you who do not know of Michael Yon, you might recognize a photo he took back in May 2005. You can view it HERE and HERE. The second link will take you to TIME Magazine's Top 10 Viewers' Picks - Michael's photo is amongst the Top 10. He is the only ametuer photographer in the bunch. Does not surprise me in the least. That photo is simply amazing. You can read more about the story behind the photo HERE.

I read a LOT of blogs. Very few bloggers touch me in a way that Michael Yon touches me. I look forward to his dispatches in a way that a child would look forward to Christmas. Lucky for me (and all of Michael's readers) his dispatches come more frequently than Christmas.

So please, if you haven't already, go and read. He's simply incredible. And, if you are so inclined, drop a few bucks in the Support The Next Dispatch tip jar. So far, his readers (if I'm not mistaken) have helped him buy not only camera equipment but body armor as well.

Micheal Yon

UPDATE:There is a NEW POST up and again, it's incredible. Make sure you turn up the volume.


- hfs


The Final Salute

Rarely do I read something in the print media that shakes me to the core. But the "Special Report" in the Rocky Mountain News titled The Final Salute did.

Read it. All twelve pages of it. It is heartwrenching. It is incredible.

I don't ever want to experience that knock on my door but if I do, I pray that it is someone like Major Steve Beck.


- hfs

h/t Blackfive


Matt Pottinger Joins the Marines

Mightier Than the Pen - Why I Gave Up Journalism to Join the Marines

In a way, I see the Marines as a microcosm of America at its best. Their focus isn't on weapons and tactics, but on leadership. That's the whole point of the Marines. They care about each other in good times and bad, they've always had to fight for their existence--even Harry Truman saw them as nothing more than the "Navy's police force"--and they have the strength of their traditions. Their future, like the country's, is worth fighting for. I hope to be part of the effort.

Dead on. Good luck Mr. Pottinger.


- hfs


How To Operate a Helicopter Mechanic

A long, long time ago, back in the days of iron men and wooden rotor blades, a ritual began. It takes place when a helicopter pilot approaches a mechanic to report some difficulty with his aircraft. All mechanics seem to be aware of it, which leads to the conclusion that it's included somewhere in their training, and most are diligent in practicing it.

New pilots are largely ignorant of the ritual because it's neither included in their training, nor handed down to them by older drivers. Older drivers feel that the pain of learning everything the hard way was so exquisite, that they shouldn't deny anyone the pleasure.

There are pilots who refuse to recognize it as a serious professional amenity, no matter how many times they perform it, and are driven to distraction by it. Some take it personally. They get red in the face, fume and boil, and do foolish dances. Some try to take it as a joke, but it's always dead serious. Most pilots find they can't change it, and so accept it and try to practice it with some grace.

The ritual is accomplished before any work is actually done on the aircraft. It has four parts, and goes something like this:

1. The pilot reports the problem. The mechanic says, There's nothing wrong with it."
2. The pilot repeats the complaint. The mechanic replies, "It's the gauge."
3. The pilot persists, plaintively. The mechanic Maintains, "They're all like that."
4.The pilot, heatedly now, explains the problem carefully, enunciating carefully. The mechanic states, "I can't fix it."

After the ritual has been played through in it's entirety, serious discussion begins, and the problem is usually solved forthwith.

Like most rituals, this one has it's roots in antiquity and a basis in experience and common sense. It started back when mechanics first learned to operate pilots, and still serves a number of purposes. It's most important function is that it is a good basic diagnostic technique. Causing the pilot to explain the symptoms of the problem several times in increasing detail not only saves troubleshooting time, but gives the mechanic insight into the pilot's knowledge of how the machine works, and his state of mind.

Every mechanic knows that if the if the last flight was performed at night or in bad weather, some of the problems reported are imagined, some exaggerated, and some are real. Likewise, a personal problem, especially romantic or financial, but including simple fatigue, affects a pilot's perception of every little rattle and thump. There are also chronic whiners complainers to be weeded out and dealt with. While performing the ritual, an unscrupulous mechanic can find out if the pilot can be easily intimidated. If the driver has an obvious personality disorder like prejudices, pet peeves, tender spots, or other manias, they will stick out like handles, with which he can be steered around.

There is a proper way to operate a mechanic as well. Don't confuse "operating" a mechanic with "putting one in his place." The worst and most often repeated mistake is to try to establish an "I'm the pilot and you're just the mechanic" hierarchy. Although a lot of mechanics can and do fly recreationally, they give a damn about doing it for a living. Their satisfaction comes from working on complex and expensive machinery. As a pilot, you are neither feared nor envied, but merely tolerated, for until they actually train monkeys to fly those things, he needs a pilot to put the parts in motion so he can tell if everything is working properly. The driver who tries to put a mech in his "place" is headed for a fall. Sooner or later, he'll try to crank with the blade tied down. After he has snatched the tailboom around to the cabin door and completely burnt out the engine, he'll see the mech there sporting a funny little smirk. Helicopter mechanics are indifferent to attempts at discipline or regimentation other than the discipline of their craft. It's accepted that a good mechanic's personality should contain unpredictable mixtures of irascibility and nonchalance, and should exhibit at least some bizarre behavior.

The basic operation of a mechanic involves four steps:
1. Clean an aircraft. Get out a hose or bucket, a broom, and some rags, and at some strange time of day, like early morning, or when you would normally take your afternoon nap) start cleaning that bird from top to bottom, inside and out. This is guaranteed to knock even the sourest old wrench off balance. He'll be suspicious, but he'll be attracted to this strange behavior like a passing motorist to a roadside accident. He may even join in to make sure you don't break anything. Before you know it , you'll be talking to each other about the aircraft while you're getting a more intimate knowledge of it. Maybe while you're mucking out the pilot's station, you'll see how rude it is to leave coffee cups, candy wrappers, cigarette butts, and other trash behind to be cleaned up.
2. Do a thorough pre-flight. Most mechanics are willing to admit to themselves that they might make a mistake, and since a lot of his work must be done at night or in a hurry, a good one likes to have his work checked. Of course he'd rather have another mech do the checking, but a driver is better than nothing. Although they cultivate a deadpan, don't-give-a-damn attitude, mechanics have nightmares about forgetting to torque a nut or leaving tools in inlets and drive shaft tunnels. A mech will let little gigs slide on a machine that is never pre-flighted, not because they won't be noticed, but because he figures the driver will overlook something big someday, and the whole thing will end up in a smoking pile of rubble anyway.
3. Don't abuse the machinery. Mechanics see drivers come and go, so you won't impress one in a thousand with what you can make the aircraft do. They all know she'll lift more than max gross, and will do a hammerhead with half roll. While the driver is confident that the blades and engine and massive frame members will take it, the mech knows that it's the seals and bearings and rivets deep in the guts of the machine that fail from abuse. In a driver mechanics aren't looking for fancy expensive clothes, flashy girlfriends, tricky maneuvers, and lots of juicy stories about Viet Nam. They're looking for one who'll fly the thing so that all the components make their full service life. They also know that high maintenance costs are a good excuse to keep salaries low.
4. Do a post-flight inspection. Nothing feels more deliciously dashing than to end the day by stepping down from the bird and walking off into the sunset while the blade slowly turns down. It's the stuff that beer commercials are made of. The trouble is, it leaves the pilot ignorant of how the aircraft has fared after a hard days work, and leaves the wrench doing a slow burn. The mechanic is an engineer, not a groom, and needs some fresh, first hand information on the aircraft's performance if he is to have it ready to go the next day. A little end-of-the-day conference also gives you one more chance to get him in the short ribs. Tell him the thing flew good. It's been known to make them faint dead away.

As you can see, operating a helicopter mechanic is simple, but it is not easy. What it boils down to is that if a pilot performs his pilot rituals religiously in no time at all he will find the mechanic operating smoothly. ( I have not attempted to explain how to make friends with a mechanic, for that is not known.) Helicopter pilots and mechanics have a strange relationship. It's a symbiotic partnership because one's job depends on the other, but it's an adversary situation too, since one's job is to provide the helicopter with loving care, and the other's is to provide wear and tear. Pilots will probably always regard mechanics as lazy, lecherous, intemperate swine who couldn't make it through flight school, and mechanics will always be convinced that pilots are petulant children with pathological ego problems, a big watch, and a little whatchamacallit. Both points of view are viciously slanderous, of course, and only partly true.

by William C. Dykes
Jolly Green

Helicopter flight: A bunch of spare parts flying in close formation.

Got this in an e-mail from a Safety Center friend of mine down at Rucker...

Anything that screws its way into the sky flies according to unnatural principals.

You never want to sneak up behind an old, high-time helicopter pilot and clap your hands. He will instantly dive for cover and most likely whimper...then get up and smack the shit out of you.

There are no old helicopters laying around airports like you see old airplanes. There is a reason for this. Come to think of it, there are not many old, high-time helicopter pilots hanging around airports either so the first issue is problematic.

You can always tell a helicopter pilot in anything moving: a train, an airplane, a car or a boat. They never smile, they are always listening to the machine and they always hear something they think is not right. Helicopter pilots fly in a mode of intensity, actually more like "spring loaded", while waiting for pieces of their ship to fall off.

Flying a helicopter at any altitude over 500 feet is considered reckless and should be avoided. Flying a helicopter at any altitude or condition that precludes a landing in less than 20 seconds is considered outright foolhardy.

Remember in a helicopter you have about 1 second to lower the collective in an engine failure before the craft becomes unrecoverable. Once you've failed this maneuver the machine flies about as well as a 20 case Coke machine. Even a perfectly executed autorotation only gives you a glide ratio slightly better than that of a brick. 180 degree autorotations are a violent and aerobatic maneuver in my opinion and should be avoided.

When your wings are leading, lagging, flapping, precessing and moving faster than your fuselage there's something unnatural going on. Is this the way men were meant to fly?

While hovering, if you start to sink a bit, you pull up on the collective while twisting the throttle, push with your left foot (more torque) and move the stick left (more translating tendency) to hold your spot. If you now need to stop rising, you do the opposite in that order.Sometimes in wind you do this many times each second. Don't you think that's a strange way to fly?

For Helicopters: You never want to feel a sinking feeling in your gut (low "g" pushover) while flying a two bladed under slung teetering rotor system. You are about to do a snap-roll to the right and crash. For that matter, any remotely aerobatic maneuver should be avoided in a Huey.

Don't push your luck. It will run out soon enough anyway.

If everything is working fine on your helicopter consider yourself temporarily lucky. Something is about to break.

Harry Reasoner once wrote the following about helicopter pilots: "The thing is, helicopters are different from planes. An airplane by its nature wants to fly, and if not interfered with too strongly by unusual events or by an incompetent pilot, it will fly. A helicopter does not want to fly. It is maintained in the air by a variety of forces and controls working in opposition to each other, and if there is any disturbance in this delicate balance the helicopter stops flying; immediately and disastrously. There is no such thing as a gliding helicopter. This is why being a helicopter pilot is so different from being an airplane pilot, and why in generality, airplane pilots are open, clear-eyed, buoyant extroverts and helicopter pilots are brooding introspective anticipators of trouble. They know if something bad has not happened it is about to."

Having said all this, I must admit that flying in a helicopter is one of the most satisfying and exhilarating experiences I have ever enjoyed: skimming over the tops of trees at 100 knots is something we should all be able to do at least once.

And remember the fighter pilot's prayer: "Lord I pray for the eyes of an eagle, the heart of a lion and the balls of a combat helicopter pilot."

Many years later I know that it was sometimes anything but fun, but now it IS something to brag about for those of us who survived the experience.

Made MacGyver laugh. Me too.


- hfs



I am a member of the spouses' club here on post. Each month they have a luncheon. I'm usually more on the ball and get reservations made at the CDC (Child Development Center) far enough in advance that it's not an issue. This month, the luncheon snuck up on me and by the time I realized it, all the slots at the CDC were full. The spouses' club has a contract with CYS (Child and Youth Services) to provide on-site child care during these functions. It's called STACC (Short Term ALternative Child Care). I prefer to take my kids to the CDC because I can choose the time, they are away from me, and I like the staff there better. With STACC, the child care is only available during the luncheon, the kids are RIGHT there (mine don't behave as well when they are on site with me as opposed to being at the CDC), and I"m not all that impressed with the staff.

Because the CDC was full, I needed to make a STACC reservation. No big deal. The luncheon is Thursday and the deadline for making the STACC reservation was Tuesday at noon. So LAST Thursday, I try to call the phone numbers listed in the club newsletter. No answer.

I call again Friday at a differet time, thinking maybe I just caught them during a training time. Again, no answer. Hmm...

Monday rolls around and I try again. And again, no answer. No voice mail. No message. Nothing. Just 2 minutes of ringing and then a message: "No one is available to take your phone call. Please try again later." and it hangs up on me. Now I'm a bit irked.

Tuesday 0800 and I'm on the phone again. The first two phone numbers (the ones from the newsletter) don't get me anywhere. So I call the CDC and they give me a third number. I call it. No answer. (sensing a theme here?) I call the CDC back and ask them if they know any reason why I can't reach anyone. Nope.

So I ask for the main CYS number - I figure I'll find SOMEONE via the main number who can help me. Again, nothing. Between 1100 and 1211 (mind you, the deadline was 1200) I tried continuously to call four DIFFERENT phone numbers and never was able to reach ANYONE. So now I'm screwed. I have a reservation but no child care. Great. So much for a little adult interaction this month.

So I'm fired up and I write a letter to the director of CYS:
December 14, 2005

Director of Child and Youth Services
Schofield Barracks, Hawaii

RE: STACC accessibility

Dear Director,

I am a member of the spouses' club and was planning on attending the luncheon scheduled for December 15, 2005. The CDC on XXXXXXXX was unavailable during the luncheon timeframe so I attempted to make a reservation with STACC using the information provided in the Hui Lei on Thursday, December 8, 2005 but was unable to reach anyone. I tried again on Friday, December 9, 2005 with the same result.
Again, I called the STACC contact numbers on Monday December 12, 2005 and again, no one answered. Tuesday, December 13, 2005, I began dialing at 0800, hoping to reach SOMEONE by the deadline of noon. I tried the two phone numbers listed in the Hui Lei with no success. The line would ring for approximately two minutes and then I would hear a recording that “No one is available to take your call. Please try again later.” I called the CDC to see if they had additional phone numbers for either STACC or the central CYS office. From 1100 to 1211, I attempted to call all FOUR numbers – again, to no avail.
The phone numbers I had were:
• XXX-XXXX (in newsletter)
• XXX-XXXX (in newsletter)
• XXX-XXXX (given by CDC)
• XXX-XXXX (main CYS number given by CDC)
Even though I had FOUR access numbers and began my attempts to make STACC arrangements five days prior to the deadline, I was unable to do so. This is unacceptable. The spouses' club has had the STACC arrangements in place for some time now so there is no excuse as to why I was unable to get through to make a reservation. Because of this, I will have to cancel my luncheon reservation due to lack of child care.
I am incredibly disappointed in both STACC and Child and Youth Services. It is frustrating to me to have this resource available but be unable to access it when I need it. I will be filing a complaint with ICE along with this letter. I will also be sending a copy of this letter to the post paper and to the Garrison Commander. I hope that your office can work to resolve the problem quickly so that no one else has to deal with the frustration I dealt with for the past five days. I do not plan to deal with STACC again.



I planned to drop off the letter to CYS this afternoon in between other errands. CYS is usually located right next door to ACS (Army Community Services) and has been ever since we've been here. Welp, not today. I go by there today and see that - *gasp* - they have MOVED!!! Is there a sign? Nope. Nothing. Great. Thanks for the heads' up. I stop and ask someone outside if they know where CYS went to and they tell me. When I finally find the place (it's on a road with NO STREET SIGNS IN A BUILDING THAT, UP UNTIL A FEW MONTHS AGO WAS UNUSED!) I head inside with my children to hand over this letter.

I sign in and I am the ONLY person there. There are 3 women sitting at various desks. Takes them a few minutes to call my name. Ok, fine. I hand the woman the letter and ask her to give it to the director of CYS. She asks me what the letter is in reference to and I explain to her that I was unable to, over the course of 4 days, access the STACC staff in order to reserve a spot for my children so that I could honor my luncheon reservation for the spouses' club and how frustrating that was.

Get this! She has the AUDACITY to look me in the eye and wave her hand about and say,
"As you can see, we've been in the process of a move."

She then goes on to tell me that they have had trouble with phone lines. Nothing to the effect of "I"m sorry you had difficulty." or "How can we help you with this now?". Nothing. Just the wave of the hand.

It was at that point that A.) I was glad my children were over in the little play area and B.) I quit being nice. I looked her in the eye and told her that a LACK of preparation on CYS' part does NOT constitute an emergency, nor does it justify an inconvenience, on MY part.

I told her that CYS should have had contingency plans in place to accomodate STACC requests and other business during the move (gee, like making sure the f-ing PHONE LINES WORK BEFORE THE MOVE IS ACTUALLY MADE?!? Or how about keeping at least one staff member in the OLD location with the OLD phone number still in place until the NEW location and the NEW phone numbers were up and running?!? What a farking concept...). It's not hard to prepare for stuff like this! Really.

How f-ing hard is it to think beyond the tip of your damn nose and see the big picture??? C'mon people. It's really not that tough! Or, how about cluing the CDC (and the spouses' club - the ones relying upon YOUR office to DO THEIR JOB!) into the fact that your office has moved and you're having trouble with the phone lines? How about an accessible voice mail recording???

So not only will I be passing along the original letter to the Garrison commander, the post paper, and the ICE hotline, I'll be including the addendum detailing the incompetence and utter lack of customer service I received through CYS.


Once again...advice:



- hfs


Merry Christmas to you too, Alan

Fed Boosts Interest Rate again.

As if money wasn't tight enough as it is. Thankyouverymuch Mr> Greenspan. I appreciate it. Can you put a BOW on that for me?

Why is it that every flipping time I feel like we're going to actually make some headway on our debt load, something (or somethingS) pops up and knocks us back? Dammit.

Maybe the 3.1% pay raise the military is *supposed* to get will cover the increased interest charges...


- hfs


‘I Should Give Up?’

Newsweek/MSNBC story

Governor Schwarzenegger is considering granting clemency to Stanley "Tookie" Williams whose execution is set for this coming week. Hopefully he will not turn into a "girly-man" and will uphold the jury's decision that this "man" be put to death.

Newsweek did an interview with Stanley "Tookie" Williams (see link above) that just made my blood boil.

There’s a common perception in the outside world that it would be “better to be dead” than to be locked away for the rest of your life. You are fighting almost until the final hour for yours. Why do you want to go on under the conditions you live in?
First and foremost, I have the heart, the fortitude and the redemption to fight. I’m not culpable. I’m not guilty. I’m not a quitter. I’ve been fighting all my life. Being black is the paramount [reason]. This integrity and fortitude I possess has been foisted down to me from my ancestors who fought to stay alive when they were in slavery, who fought to stay alive during moments of lynching, on down through profiling and other attacks of injustice.

Twelve people found you guilty. Not that juries can't be wrong but after TWENTY FOUR YEARS no new evidence has been put forth, no new trial has been proposed. Nothing has been put forth to dispute the jury's findings. And if you REALLY want to get into it, even if you ARE innocent in THIS case, shall we then delve into the murders you committed during your time with the Crips?? I'm sure that there is enough there to warrant another death sentence - multiple times over.

But getting back to your original claim that you are innocent with regard to the charges against you...where is the evidence? Why hasn't your legal team petitioned for a new trial? There isn't any new evidence because you are GUILTY.

If you had been able to sit in the room with Arnold Schwarzenegger during your clemency hearing, how would you have asked him to spare your life?

I would first and foremost say I am innocent, and if I am granted clemency, I will continue to do my work. I believe that what I’m doing is working. The tens of thousands of e-mails I receive--well, I don’t get e-mail, but that my Web site receives--from people saying they have been helped, demonstrates it’s working, helping people to escape from [lives of violence]. Even if I were granted clemency I wouldn’t rest on my laurels. I recently had the opportunity to meet with the president and CEO of the NAACP, Bruce Gordon. What resulted was a violence-prevention curriculum that the NAACP will sponsor. They are going to use my books and other works to help preserve and teach those who [want to turn their lives around].

And HOPEFULLY Gov. Schwarzenegger would call bullshit just like I would. Did it EVER occur to you that, had you NOT created the Crips (and thus aided in the inception of the Bloods), NONE of your books or your speeches, or your assistance with curriculum would EVER be necessary. Just because thousands of people write to you doesn't mean that you deserve to live. Thousands of people wrote to Jeffery Dhamner, to Charles Manson, to Susan Smith. Does that mean that they are worthy of drawing their next breath? NO. It just means that there are stupid people out there who believe you.

As for Mr. Gordon and the NAACP, what a tragedy it is that an organization designed to help further the African-American community is, instead, trying to help a man who is responsible for devastating that community.

The prosecutors told the governor that your refusal to “debrief” or, as your supporter have said, “to become a snitch” about the Crips sends the wrong message to young people. Why don’t you tell them to cooperate with police? To tell them if they are witnesses to a crime? To help them solve crimes?

Let me say this to you and to the world. I have transformed my life. I am no longer a violent man. I will not, I will never do anything to cause harm to any human being on the face of this planet. If I feel that opening my mouth will harm another human being, it does not matter who they are, what their color or creed is. I can’t do it. I can’t do it. That is something I have vowed to God. My vow to God is more important than what I say to any human being on the face of this earth.

By NOT debriefing and not helping law enforcement break the Crips and other gangs, you ARE making yourself responsible for the further harm of others. Innocents as well as the not-so-innocent. But instead, your sense of righteousness - warped though it is - protects those who would do others harm.

Stanley "Tookie" Williams has been convicted of four counts of murder and sentenced to death by a jury of his peers. In TWENTY FOUR YEARS, not one shred of evidence has been put forth to challenge that conviction. If you're still unclear as to the details surrounding the case, educate yourself by reading my previous post on this issue, Governor Schwarzenegger Don't Be A Girly-Man.

Stanley "Tookie" Williams deserves the death penalty. Period.

UPDATE: California High Court Refuses Williams' Stay

UPDATE December 12 Schwarzenegger Denies Clemency for Williams
Good. Good.


- hfs


Five weird habits...just five???

I've been meme-d by Lorelie over at An American in Italy with "5 weird habits." Only FIVE? Aw, hell, this is going to take some effort - not in coming up with five but NARROWING IT DOWN TO just five. Crud.

1. I cannot, CAN NOT, sit still and talk on the phone. I HAVE to be doing something else at the same time. Pacing, folding laundry, you name it. I have a hard time sitting still, regardless of whether I am on the phone but this idiosyncracy is magnified when I am on the phone.

2. I must have Dr. Pepper with Taco Bell. Not Coke. Not Pepsi. Not Sprite or root beer or anything else. Dr. Pepper or nothing at all.

3. When we are getting ready to take a trip, the house must be spotless before we leave. No dishes in the sink (they all go in the dishwasher and then I run the dishwasher as we are heading out the door), no laundry in the baskets, no lint on the carpet, no trash in the trash cans. If we're going to get broken into, I want to KNOW and I can't KNOW unless the house was spotless before we left!

Additionally, I must unpack the suitcases the minute we get back. Dirty laundry must at least go into the hamper, if not into the washer. Toiletries must be put away. Suitcases must be returned to their storage spot. I literally can't sleep unless these things are done.

4. If a picture or other wall-hanging is askew, I must fix it. I actually have a mini level on my keychain for situations like this. I've been known to level artwork at museums, doctors' offices, etc.

5. My closet is organized by type of clothing (pants to be hung, skirts, dress shirts, T shirts, sleeveless shirts, dresses) and by color within each section of clothing. My socks have separate drawers - one for everyday socks and one for dress socks. Even my jeans, which are folded in a drawer, are organized by their level of dressiness - 1 stack of nice jeans and 1 stack of everyday jeans. Ditto on the shorts.

MacGyver, on the other hand, is not nearly as organized. He's getting better (more thanks to the Army than me) but still nowhere NEAR my level of OCD.

Yet, HE'S the one who folds his underware and I do not.

Go figure.

Like Sgt. B I don't tag people but you're free to mooch it off of me if you want - just let me know in the comments and I'll pop by and read yours!


- hfs

Extreme Makeover: Home Edition

Homes for Our Troops and Extreme Makeover: Home Edition Team Up Again!

Homes For Our Troops and ABC's Extreme Makeover: Home Edition teamed up for a second time to work on a project for a deserving wounded veteran.

The show's theme is "Holiday Wishes": Members of the makeover team revisit one family who has received a makeover in the past and join them on a mission to pay their fortune forward.

Watch Homes for Our Troops be a part of this 2 hour episode! It will be a heartwarming show that will make you feel great!

Sunday, December 11, 2005
7:00pm est
On the ABC Television Network

Extreme Makeover: Home Edition

Homes for our Troops


- hfs


December Hooker Pr0n

I managed to borrow a scanner from a friend and scan in a bunch of pictures that I did not have digital imagery of. So, for those of you who crave it, here is some more Hooker Porn for you!

I'll have to have MacGyver double check these to make sure I get locations and other info correct. He was the one taking the pictures so he would know better than I.

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Anchorage, Alaska.

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I believe this was during a DLQ (Deck Landing Qualification) mission down in Sitka, Alaska.

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Snow. Lots of snow. This must have been a spring day because it is actually sunny and not twilight. On the right, you can see Hangar 1 - it's a historic landmark due to its use during the Cold War.

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The sunrises and sunsets in Alaska were breathtaking and not just because it was usually -20*F outside.

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Landing in snow. I'm sure MacGyver still has dreams of landing in snow.

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And yet another snow landing. All this practice and yet DoD calls up the Savannah unit to go to Afghanistan and fly up in the Hindu Kush...never did understand that one. Another reason I don't work for the Army.

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Sling load.

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I have no idea where this bridge is. I'll see if I can find out.

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That "speck" in the bottom left corner of the photo is a Chinook. I think this was base camp at Denali (aka Mount McKinley). Gives you a bit of perspective on how BIG the mountain is...

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This is one of my favorite shots. MacGyver participated in the extraction of a fossil (several tons worth) up in the Brooks Range. It was a joint mission with the University of Alaska Fairbanks and was one of the last things Major Young did in her time as Sugarbear commander.

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Flying in formation.

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Yes, that is some psycho (not MacGyver...he's the one taking the picture) dangling out of the bottom of that helicopter. Takes all kinds, I suppose!

Hope you enjoyed your porn! If you want clarification or have questions about any of the photos, drop a comment and I'll get back to you!


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Sick Christmas humor

Got these in my inbox today - snorking Coke out your nose is painful...

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Joseph Smith gets what he deserves

Joseph Smith sentenced to death

First, I want to know WHO the hell the 2 jurors are that voted AGAINST the death penalty. In Florida, in a death penalty case, the ONLY way that he could have been spared the death penalty is if there were mitigating factors and there were not. I think the two jurors that were against giving the death penalty need to have a mental evaluation.

Second, to those who are against the death penalty...many of you will say that it is not a deterrent. Shut up. If nothing else, it's a deterrent to the person who committed the crime who is put to death. Joseph Smith will NEVER again hurt another person once he is killed. Those of you who say that it's more expensive to enforce the death penalty than it is to house an inmate in jail for the rest of their life...shut up. What you fail to take into account is the societal cost that we - and by "we" I mean law-abiding citizens - have to bear. WE have to worry - constantly - about the safety of ourselves, our families, our friends. WE have to worry about the people we associate with, the people we let into our homes and our lives, the people at our children's schools, the strangers on the street.

Personally speaking, I am willing to bear the cost of effectively enforcing the death penalty as opposed to bearing the cost of allowing animals such as Joseph Smith take another breath.

From the Yahoo! story :
Defense attorney Adam Tebrugge argued for a sentence of life in prison without parole, saying it would punish Smith, protect society and provide "a fitting conclusion to this horrific case."

I must forcefully disagree with Mr. Tebrugge here. Sitting in a jail eating, sleeping, and breathing is NOT adequate punishment for this animal. Nor does it protect society. Removing him from the face of the planet DOES. As for a "fitting conclusion to this horrific case"...NO. It is not a fitting conclusion. A fitting conclusion would be for Mr. Smith to die in the same manner in which he killed Carlie Brucia. If you REALLY want to know how I feel, I think it should be televised but we won't go there right now.

"The Joe Smith, the drug addict who was out of control, will never exist again because he will be kept away from drugs."

Are you HIGH?? It's easier to score drugs INSIDE jail than it is to do so OUTSIDE. Besides, if he's facing life in prison without the possibility of parole, there is no motivation for this man to toe the line. He will face no real consequences for further deviant behavior. But he will be able to COMMITT further deviant behavior because he will be ALIVE.

He raped and murdered a CHILD. Kill him. And let Hell deal with him.


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I don't GET this

The NAACP is crusading to save Stanley "Tookie" Williams's life.





The NAACP is trying to save the life of one of the men responsible for the creation of one of the most notorious and deadly gangs in the country. A man who, directly and indirectly, is responsible for the deaths of hundreds, if not thousands, of African-Americans as well as the destruction of the African-American community in Los Angeles and throughout the nation.

And yet, the NAACP chooses to fight for THIS man's life? Why not back the idea that Tookie Williams face up to the consequences of his actions and instead place their support where they purport it to be - behind the African-American community.

Choosing to try to save this "man" is a slap in the face to the African-American community.

Via Right Wing News:

How ironic of a stance is that for the NAACP to take? After all, Tookie Williams has done more damage to black Americans in the last 25 years than the Klan, Robert Byrd, and David Duke combined. Tookie Williams co-founded the Crips and how many black Americans have those animals murdered since then? How many black kids have they helped to get hooked on drugs? How many black Americans have they raped and robbed? How many black neighborhoods have they turned into hellholes full of people who were afraid to come out of their own houses when those scumbags were on the street?

My sentiments exactly.


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