Navy family needs help


I'm not normally one to beg openly on my blog but this one hits close to home. Friends of mine - a Navy family - just welcomed their third son here on the island on Monday. Unfortunately, he has a heart defect that requires immediate open heart surgery so he will be LifeFlighted to Rady Children's Hospital Heart Institute on Saturday. They will be leaving their two other sons and their nephew, whom they have guardianship of, here on the island with their grandfather (who flew in on short notice to help care for them). This is probably a temporary set up as the doctors have said that recovery will take about 6 weeks which is an awfully long time to be away from your children so the hope is that their other kids can join them at some point.

Because this is all happening so quickly, details regarding expenses and logistics are sketchy. There are sure to be expenses that the Navy will not cover. Currently, the Fisher House and Ronald McDonald house are full. So other lodging will be necessary to secure. Lex says that the Navy should have it all covered (which is a HUGE blessing) but there are always expenses that pop up outside of what is covered.

To help offset whatever expenses do occur, the Hawaii Military Wives' support group has established ways to help the Popp family:

-Donate good ol' greens via paypal (USE: Curtis_Popp@hotmail.com)
... just remember even a little makes a difference!

-Donate Gift Cards/Cash! ... Check your stash, or purchase new ones.

... Prayer is PRICELESS!!

Keep baby Christian and his entire family in your hearts and prayers, ask your friends, family, and church contacts to also pray.

Thanks so much!


- hfs

(I edited this post to correct the name of the hospital, the departure date, and the number of children they have, in addition to providing more detail. And because I forgot to give my friend, Lea (with an 'e'!) credit for the original blog post - h/t FairlyStraightForward. Because it's the POLITE thing to do.)


I'm not tired...

...but if I lie down, I'll go to sleep. Eventually. Maybe.

I tried explaining this to a friend of mine the other day and it came out all retarded and circular - like the Philosophy: Intro to Logic class I took my first frehsman year in college (yes, I said 'first'...there were two. Don't judge.).

Until recently, I said I had been having trouble sleeping. Insomnia, if you will. Which, given the circumstances of my life lately, is understandable. But that's not it. I do not have insomnia. I am a night owl. Ten o'clock at night is not my normal time to sleep. One a.m. is. Or two a.m. And, left to my own devices, I would be quite happy to sleep until about 9:30a.m. Unfortunately it is rare that I am ever left to my own devices, especially now that it's soccer season. So tend to run on about 5 hours of sleep per night.

Not ideal. But I make do. Thank goodness for caffeine and Starbucks. And Coke. And I get through the day pretty well. I hit a wall about 3p.m. but I power through and, by 9p.m. I've hit my stride which is about the time the rest of my family is either down for the count or headed there. And, while I'm sure I could sleep, I'd prefer not to - there are so many other things I'd rather do: read, cook, mess around with Photoshop, try to clean up my black hole of a desk, lose an hour of my life to Facebook. So I don't go to bed. I'm sure I should - I know I'm constantly operating on a sleep deficit.

But getting TO sleep is an ordeal for me. My brain doesn't ever really stop and it usually takes effort to fall asleep. But if I lie there long enough, I'll usually fall asleep. Eventually. The thing is that, if it's going to take effort to get to sleep, I'd rather spend that energy elsewhere. So I don't lie down until I'm good and ready to sack out. Which is usually about 1a.m.

I have no idea if that made any more sense as compared the explanation I tried to give my friend the other day. It's late. What can I say?

So now I'm of to go practice my limbo skills. My life seems to be limbo-themed so I figure I should brush up on my skillz. It's not like I need to sleep or anything, right?


- hfs









Taking cues from my latest obsession, The Pioneer Woman, I am not only working on learning our camera and how to compose photographs, I am learning Photoshop. I'm not 100% thrilled with these pictures but I'm learning.


- hfs


On the outside, looking in

Hawaii soldiers deploy in grand fashion

I took pictures but I've not off-loaded them yet. It was weird standing in the back, watching my friends contemplate the upcoming send-off while the Brigade commander gave his speech. I feel like a spectator and wondered if I even belonged there today.

I can't say this is a position I like being in. At all.


- hfs


Creed of the Warrant Officer

No one gets away with more than me. I am a Warrant Officer - a corrupter of soldiers. As a Warrant Officer, I realize that I am a member of an under-appreciated, much-chastised group of officers known as the ribcage or, perhaps, the colon of the Army. I am proud of my fellow Warrants and especially of myself. I will continue to bitch, whine, and shame until the absolute last second regardless of the mission at hand. I will use my grade and position to avoid responsibility, accountability, and any sense of presence of mind. And, since the female Army officers are dating Air Force pilots because they fly bigger, meaner, faster aircraft, I will use my grade to police up the leftover enlisted female soldiers, although this is fraternization.

Ignorance is my watchword because I compromised my integrity when I went Warrant. My two best excuses will always be on the tip of my tongue: "I didn't know" and "It wasn't me". I will strive to remain invisible and unavailable for PT and formations. 'Never, ever, volunteer for anything' is my rallying cry. I am aware of my role as a Warrant and, if you need me for anything, it will be on an appointment basis only. I know the other Warrants and will refer to them by their first name or, in some cases, a derogatory nickname. I also know the soldiers and their needs come second to my own. On weekends and days off I will consistently drink myself into oblivion and mentor my crew chief while I am at it. I understand that, for a person in my hierarchical position, punishments are going to be few and far between and rewards will always be swift and severe.

NCOs of my unit will need maximum time to accomplish their duties because they will also have to accomplish mine. I will kiss up to the commissioned officers face and bad-mouth them behind their backs, just like everyone else. I will be loyal to those with whom I serve, provided there is something in it for me. I am the last bastion that stands as a wall between me and the Army philosophy of "work harder, not smarter". My voice is a tool and my complaints are a weapon that I wield with unmatched skill and finesse. I will not forget, nor will I allow my comrades to forget, Warrant is the greatest rank in the Army; and rank has its privileges.
This is the fine print where I deny any truth to this. It was meant as a joke and if you take it seriously...I don't care.



She should be here sometime late this weekend. And by "here" I mean HERE.


Yesterday, forecasters expected her to stay on a more southerly track but it doesn't look like that will be happening. She's tending more toward the north (and right AT us) and it also looks like she will absorb the remnants of Enrique. Lovely.

According to the news I heard this morning, she's on track to hit just north of the Big Island. There is talk that, by the time she hits, she will be *just* a tropical storm but Katrina was *just* a Cat 2 (or 3, depending who you talk to) and look at the damage she did.

So we're off to the commissary this morning. We'll hit the Class VI (the liquor store for those that don't speak military-ese) this afternoon. This just gets more interesting-er and interesting-er. Hang on boys and girls!


- hfs


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...the National Hurricane Center


Hang on boys and girls. This could get interesting.

As if my life weren't interesting enough. Whee. I'm off to Costco and the commissary. Around here, the first things to be cleared off the shelves are TP and beer. Go figure.

We need beer.

In actuality, here is the official "Disaster Supply Kit":

Water - at least 1 gallon daily per person for 3 to 7 days

Food - at least enough for 3 to 7 days
— non-perishable packaged or canned food / juices
— foods for infants or the elderly
— snack foods
— non-electric can opener
— cooking tools / fuel
— paper plates / plastic utensils

Blankets / Pillows, etc.

Clothing - seasonal / rain gear/ sturdy shoes

First Aid Kit / Medicines / Prescription Drugs

Special Items - for babies and the elderly

Toiletries / Hygiene items / Moisture wipes

Flashlight / Batteries

Radio - Battery operated and NOAA weather radio

Telephones - Fully charged cell phone with extra battery and a traditional (not cordless) telephone set

Cash (with some small bills) and Credit Cards - Banks and ATMs may not be available for extended periods


Toys, Books and Games

Important documents - in a waterproof container or watertight resealable plastic bag (insurance, medical records, bank account numbers, Social Security card, etc.)

Tools - keep a set with you during the storm

Vehicle fuel tanks filled

Pet care items
— proper identification / immunization records / medications
— ample supply of food and water
— a carrier or cage
— muzzle and leash

I would also add into that list candles, matches/lighter, and ammunition. But that's just me.


- hfs


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