Hello my Triple F faithful. Sorry I haven’t posted in over a week but the school work has picked way up and my health has gone way down. When I last posted I described the sickness I felt coming on, well ladies and gentlemen it came and it came hard! I’m still feeling the effects but I’m certainly getting better.
The theme of this post is bad news, at least it would’ve been had I posted it a couple of days ago, but some things have started to pick back up again, at least they are in my mind. Remember folks, it’s not about the cards your dealt; it’s about how you play them. That’s why my bluffs used to work so well on the felted tables. I’m not going to be as descriptive as I’ve been in the past when I talk about the past few days, it would be too depressing and nobody would read anymore, so I’ll just summarize here and there and I’ll break away from that whenever it’s necessary.
Hell Weekend
Last weekend truly was Hell Weekend. On paper, it was three straight days of 8 hours at the school’s gym. An hour and a half of PT and then D-Tac for the rest of the weekend which culminated with a fight against one of our instructors and then a written/computer test on the subject was to follow that. I’m still extremely sick at this point. I was up all night Thursday coughing despite trying to falling asleep at 9o’clock to get a jumpstart on the brutal weekend. As physically demanding as the weekend was, nothing was more devastating than how I felt when I read the news that some of my friends back lost a dear member of their family after an 18 year battle with Cancer. Annie, you are well revered and will be greatly missed by all who had the privilege of knowing you. I know your boys will continue to make you proud.
I received that text just before we began our warm-ups for PT. I could feel my performance was greatly impaired by my breathing but this wasn’t the same altitude breathing issue that everybody’s been talking about since I got here, it was worse. The day’s lesson was plyometrics, aka jump training. In groups of 6, the class was to jump up onto this makeshift stage that is normally designed for a fitness instructor to guide the class, land with your heels on the stage and then extend your hips. This goes on for a minute and you count your reps. I made it up 34 times which was actually one of the highest totals in the class. When I got down, I remember people talking to me and then the whole room got white. I didn’t pass out or anything but everything was mashed together and blanked out by a white screen. Then I found out we were doing the exercise again. As the first group went, I informed Mike about what was going on and he told me sit out and then lift while the rest of the class ran a half mile outside. Considering the crazy weekend, I had no problem doing that. It’s easier to make up a missed workout than it is to make up a missed practical...that would require me to come back next semester and this whole trip would basically be a wash.
Grabbed lunch at the food court after PT, officially registered for my wildland fire training course, and then brought in the floor mats for D-Tac, that room was my home for the rest of the weekend. Friday was mostly review and we incorporated some cool takedowns that I can’t wait to show people when I get home haha. These suckers work too, the smallest girl in the class was throwing me around the mats. Some of the takedowns were familiar, the beginning holds and motions looked like a lot of the takeouts some of us do at security…minus the take down part. We started early on Saturday and this was one of the uglier days. When I was getting ready at class I realized one of my duty gear pieces was missing. I had to inform my instructor right away that I had to drive home, I live the furthest away of all of the students so I missed a good bit of class that day. I ransacked my room, couldn’t find the missing piece of equipment. I got back to class feeling that I must’ve missed it when searching in my gym bag, I still couldn’t find it. My instructor could see how worked up I was getting and she was quite comforting in the fact that I was hyperventilating. She had me fall in with the rest of the class and we’d work something out later. I was panicking for two reasons. 1, it absolutely drives me nuts when we get punished for stupid stuff like not taking care of your equipment and 2, this was the most dangerous piece of equipment that we currently have on our duty belt and I was sick at the thought that it fell out of my gym bag in the parking lot or something and some student found it.
I remembered that I was practicing with this piece of equipment the night before and that I put it away so I was baffled over the whole thing. After a day of practicing some MMA ground tactics, I returned home and looked everywhere in my house once again. My goose was cooked. I took a deep breath and said I was going to start all over again, starting with my gym bag. I emptied that sucker out and flipped it upside down…still nothing….until I turned it back over and grabbed it by the inside of the bag. I’m not sure how but this piece of equipment somehow got wedged between the webbing of the bag and the metal frame on the bottom of it. Absolutely crazy.
Feeling relieved, I met up with the study group at Arkansas’ place. Eight of us crammed into her living room but I was scarce, after the two days I had I wanted to go outside and play with Benjamin & Katie (her landlord’s dogs if you’re just joining us). As expected, the study session turned into a hangout and then we crammed in what we could up until about 1045.
Ready to Rumble
The big day was finally here, the last day of D-Tac. “Fight Day”. We showed up for our 8 o’clock start, warmed up, and then sat around outside the room until it was our turn to be tested on our handcuff, searching, strike, stance, pressure point, and weapon retention skills. In Stan and my case, we waited for 2 hours and 45 minutes. Good thing we warmed up. To pass the time, everybody reviewed with their partners and some of us weaseled our ways onto the basketball court to shoot some hoops. I took a couple of shots and couldn’t breathe so I stopped…I wish this breathing crap would stop. Prior to going in for our test I informed Stan about the only two mistakes I was going to make if I made any since they are the ones I made during our practice sessions. I was good with them 90% of the time but if I made a mistake…this was what it was going to be. I can’t tell you what the mistakes were but I made them on my practical and I had to retest right away…which was good because I had to articulate why its important to do one of the things I didn’t do and had I not done that, I would have gotten the question wrong on the written test.
About half of the class failed something so the practical portion took longer than everybody expected. There was no assigned lunch break so you had to guess when we wouldn’t be reuniting as a class to try to sneak some food into your belly. After the practicals we were briefed a little bit on the fight sequence and were informed that the instructors determined the lineups for the fight so that the class wouldn’t send in shape people and “Big Country” in early to beat on the instructors, making things easier for the rest of the class later. Big Country which was the nickname I was given by one of the instructors…who ironically worked with my friend Eric down at Lake Meade. Eric is the dude that sort of helped guide me in the direction of Park Rangerdom as well as the reason we have the Awesome Indy instead of some calf muscle biting Puggle thanks after Laura and I spent some time with his prince of a German Sheperd, Riggs. Yes I literally tell Indy she’s embarrassing us in front of royalty when she acts out around Riggs.
After our briefing we were sent out into the gym to start stretching while the instructors got ready for the mayhem. As a class, we were going to watch President Travis go through the sequence so we knew what we were getting ourselves into. This was one of the instances I was glad I wasn’t elected Class President. We had to run a lap around the gym with 2 basketball courts and 2 tennis courts, then go into our classroom and do somewhere between 20-30 jumping jacks, then there some job related calisthenics with fight simulation implications and then it came to the fight…all of this done in a row…in a room with no lights on and loud hardcore-heavy music playing….my type of scene but man I got tired just typing that sentence for you all.
The class rallied behind Travis during the fight and they were going at it. The fight ended when you disengaged from the instructor and pulled your firearm out, one of the other instructors blows a whistle signaling your done. I was so pumped up when that whistle blew, I jumped on Travis and sent his exhausted body down to the ground. I thought I was back playing basketball for the Lancers again and Rath just took a momentum changing charge against Matawan and the Huskies called a timeout to recuperate. The look on Travis face when he looked at me from his back was priceless and I immediately went “Oh shit! Are you alright?” I literally thought I knocked him out. I was then made his support body to make sure he had water if he needed it and I had to go to the bathroom with him if he went so he didn’t pass out. His sparring partner came over and hugged him and they were both bloodied a little bit. It was so cool. The rest of the class then waited outside for their date with fate. I could hear some familiar songs that I use for motivation while lifting and I was getting amped up by the door but that nearly backfired on me. Just singing the songs and jumping straight up and down was too much for my lungs to deal with. I felt like I was running a marathon and could only breathe through a straw. I started panicking, “how am I going to make it through all of these workouts and then fight somebody?!?!” I literally felt myself fainting from the anticipation.
I don’t know where I get it from but I was able to calm myself down almost as fast as I got worked up, then my number was called, I was the 10th one to go. What happened next I’ve played over in my mind time and time again ever since it happened; it was one of those unique experiences that I’d never get anywhere else. Despite the fact that I was dying just after the lap around the gym, I was going to push myself through this. Not only was it extremely difficult to breathe due to my sickness, I now had to do it with a mouth guard in. By the time I got to the station before the fight, I doubled over to catch my breath and I took my mouthpiece out…that was a big no-no. My instructor went from calming me down to yelling at me to get my mouthpiece in, and she had her fist cocked ready to rock if I didn’t listen. The instructors surrounded me and told me to tactically fall. As I did, they all started hitting me, when I landed I had to try to get away from them, that’s when one of them jumped into my mount and the fight was on! After some strategically placed breathing breaks and punches to the head, I threw the instructor to the side and I got in his guard. He had my arms tied up so the only thing I could do was ram my head into his stomach as hard as I could to create some distance. If this dude wasn’t wearing padding, he wouldn’t have been able to eat or shit for a week with the strikes I was delivering to his solarplexes. I know the strikes were hard because I nearly gave myself a concussion when I was delivering them.
Our fight ended. I was gasping for air. Some of my classmates tried talking to me and I just remember yelling, “get these fucking things off of me” referring to the MMA gloves I was wearing. I spit into the garbage can A LOT! Everybody wanted me to take pictures with my camera but my head was killing me, it felt like I was getting my brain bashed in with a baseball bat. One of the instructors kept taunting me, “you gonna barf Big Country?” He’s awesome haha. I eventually got myself together and like the rest of the class, I turned into the high school wrestling coach yelling instructions at my teammates while hovering over the top of them on the mats.
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| Roy "Big Country" Nelson |
All in all it was a good experience. We were the first class ever to not suffer any injuries. I think Travis’ little scratch was the only blood sighting we had. Only one person threw up, and one of us found the one hole in the “circle of coaches” and teetered backwards onto the fitness stage. It was so cool having each other’s backs the way we did and the best part about the whole weekend, since we took so long in the morning we were able to vote to move our test time to Tuesday morning which meant only one thing…let’s go watch the Super Bowl!
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| No More D-Tac...check out the bald hottie all the way to the right |
Ten of us headed back to Granny’s Closet while others either headed home or to another student’s house to catch the game. I knew the Packers were going to win, in fact it was kind of cool because they were the 6 seed just like my Regulators that brought home the Jerzee Extreme Fantasy Football Championship this season. I’m not talking about all of the bandwagon jumpers but there are a lot of Packers fans out here in Flagstaff. There are also a lot of Bears fans, Chargers fans, and of course Steelers fans as well. We sat in the restaurant section this time, which made it a little bit harder to pay attention to what was going on but it was a cool environment. I’ve never watched the Super Bowl anywhere other than a house and I can’t remember there ever being rival fans present as I watched it. If it was the Giants I would care more about them clowns but I knew the Steelers didn’t have this one in them, especially with no Maurkice Pouncey or Aaron Smith. Some of my classmates are diehard Packers fans and we were respectful of each other but I wanted to show these Mexican National wannabe gangstas sitting in front of the TV with their mismatched clothes that were sporting baseball teams from Atlanta, LA, and I think Boston all of the fun moves I learned this weekend. They had no idea what was going on and would cheer obnoxiously loud at the most inappropriate times. I swear at least twice one of them cheered while watching the TV and then turned and asked his friends what happened. Very annoying. Everything was cool though when the commercials came on, the whole place got silent. I think the crowd favorite was the one called “Carma”, when the dude swerves around the groundhog/beaver and then he pays the guy back by saving his life and then he gave him the little chest pound maneuver. The whole place laughed in unison.
We got home and showered and stuff, then I began looking for my bruises, I didn’t have any. Three days of D-Tac and all I had to show for it was two big raspberry looking mat burns from young and tiny Christine throwing me around the mat. Nick wasn’t so lucky; he stopped counting after his 52nd bruise. FIFTY TWO BRUISES!!!!!
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| Nick & Some of his 52 bruises...and no ladies he's not flexing hahaha |
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| 3 straight days of D-Tac and all I got are these gross mat burns...guess I'm the man |
I couldn’t get to sleep and I remembered there are some over the counter drugs I haven’t tried yet so right before midnight I headed to the Walgreens that’s about a 2 minute drive from our house. I pulled into the lot and there something being delivered. After the delivery guy left, the manager locked the door. I looked at the store hours, they closed at ELEVEN! What the hell? They can’t hang with Jersey. I headed out to Walmart and got a bunch of drugs and OJ and came home. Cloreseptic throat spray, Robitussin and Vick’s vapor rub… I’ve now thrown everything I can think of at this cough and it wasn’t giving an inch.
Before falling asleep I got the biggest surprise yet! My old boss, who many people question his personality, well the presence of there being one in him at all, sent me a text message about midnight Jersey time. He was checking in on me, wished me well, and talked a little bit of trash considering he’s a Packers fan and I’m a Steelers supporter…it was pretty cool actually. He doesn’t do those sorts of things.
Goood Night Nurse!
Homey Don’t Play Dat
I can’t even tell you awful my chest, throat, and mouth feel today. I took more drugs, hoping to at least sooth the pain so I could run today. Wasn’t happening. I was violently coughing the whole way to class, I didn’t even bother taking off my sweats. Mike came in and I informed him right way as to what was going on. He didn’t even let me finish half of my sentence before he gave me that condescending “this guy’s a wuss” smile. I didn’t even let that bother me as I continued to say that “I don’t want to fall behind in class but I can’t run if I can’t breathe.” His response to that was “You get out what you put into this class. Sooner or later you’re going to have to suck it up. I went through the boot camp with pneumonia. You need to push yourself but don’t kill yourself. I don’t want to give you CPR…that would suck.” I felt about 3 feet tall. I took off my sweatshirt and led the class out to the tennis courts for warm-ups. I think I was able to do 2 or 3 warm-up exercises before I was gasping for air and had to throw in the towel. I spent a lot of money and made A LOT of sacrifices to come out here, I’m not making this any worse so it stays around all program long…I’ll never make it if it does. Homey don’t play dat.
I had some company on the sidelines today, a couple of knee injuries, so while the class was outside running, Eric P. and I hit the bench. When the class came back, we sat in on the flexibility lecture and then the whole class broke to hit the weight room. Annoying transition from PT to class followed, and I stocked up on cough drops to get me through class. They surprisingly worked…in the classroom. Whenever we left the room for our breaks, I began coughing my head off again. Some of my classmates showed their concern and I explained that I’m trying to figure out what to do considering I don’t have any insurance. Forest overheard the conversation and suggested this place his girlfriend went to which has a sliding scale pay system and accepts walk-ins. I’ve never dealt with either of those things but it turns out the place around the corner from us that looks like a hospital that is constantly having construction done to it is actually a doctor’s office…and its open during the construction! Possible relief was in sight so I decided I was going to go to the hot tub at The Plex later to celebrate, hoping that it would speed up the recovery process. On the way home from class I touched base with Kev, aka dad. I filled him in on hell weekend and proposed a donation idea for the Kathy Ward Memorial Scholarship Foundation (BlueClaws game is 7/8/11 people). Some of us were talking about chipping in some money and buying some training batons and strike bags so that we could practice with them on our practice Sundays and donate them to the school for future classes to use. Then I looked up how much they were. With the majority of us not working while we’re here, there’s no way we could afford them. I ran the idea by the old man and it’s going to be something we’re going to look into. How cool! I got home, studied a little bit and I then caught up with my man Gannicus on Spartacus as well as those little rascals from Glee in the much anticipated post Super Bowl episode on Hulu then it was lights out.
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| Random picture of a homey. Sign says Jesus is coming soon or something. |
Walk-ins Are Weird
Having never dealt with a walk-in type situation, I didn’t want to risk missing our test so I decided when I went to sleep last night that I was going put off going first thing in the morning and take a chance stopping by between my test and class. Considering I fell right back to sleep at my 7 o’clock alarm, I was definitely not heading to the doctors before the test. Around 9, I got dressed in my uniform, which wasn’t required to take the test, and packed up my laptop in the event that I got in and out of the doctor’s office between the school events. I got a quick review session in and then headed over to class. The lot was packed! I coughed my way to the door and found Nick so he could show me where the computer lab was located. Testing on the computer was interesting but I was done in less than a half hour. I informed President Travis and Director Kathy about my whereabouts in the event something happens and miss the beginning of class, Kathy requested I bring a doctor’s note with me.
I got to the doctor’s office and talked with a lady at the check-in counter. I explained my insurance and no appointment situation and she informed me that I was 15th on the walk-in list and to just come back tomorrow. “We open at 645”, she added. OH NO! I can’t take another night of this! I returned home and instead of taking a nap I applied for the seasonal ranger job in New Jersey and then returned to class. The days lesson was on juveniles and I began wondering how my sister was able to work with juvenile offenders the way she does and I wondered if she thought she could teach the class. The same coughing pattern was present, nothing in class but as soon as break comes…WATCH OUT! Damn I can’t wait until I get better.
That night Nick made dinner. I told him I didn’t want baked beans but he didn’t listen. I had some and I was releasing the gassy demons the rest of the night. Here’s the kicker, my bed feels like its…..hollow? I never noticed it before but an hour or so after dinner I was calling my bed the echo bed because my farts were booming and looming if you know what I’m saying. They kept interrupting my viewing of Bitch Slap….what a weird movie. Sometime during the movie I got a text message from SIMPSON! The dude was practically my best friend when I was Holmdel Park, we had a crappy goodbye when I left, and we haven’t talked ever since. I’ve been meaning to call him for weeks and I never got around to it, so I made time to do it now. We talked for about a half hour, he’s awesome. I definitely miss working with people the likes of him and Augun and all of Simpson’s reports point to the place not being the same without me there…what else would you expect?!?! I made sure I ended the conversation with “I love you” just to see how he’d react. What? I tell the dudes I’m closest to that I love them, so what. This phone call coupled with a text message from my other old supervisor throughout the day, things were picking up. It felt nice to be missed.
Time to Get Better
I was far away and dreaming when my phone starts ringing…it’s 3am. I look down, it’s ERIC!!! The other guy I’ve been meaning to call for weeks hahaha. I was too disoriented and drugged up to answer the phone and I had to be up in a few hours so I just let it be. (Dana, don’t tell Eric I said that hahahahaha)
I headed over to the doctor’s office at 6:40am and I was the second car in the lot. It was 6:45 and they weren’t open, what a liar Ms. Front Desk Lady. It’s now after 7 and a small group of people are at the door and I could see one guy yelling at the staff through the window as he pointed to his imaginary watch. It’s 7:20 and they still aren’t open. That same gentlemen came up to my car and I didn’t know if I was going to have to hit him or if he had some news for me…he had some news for me. They were having a staff meeting and wouldn’t be opening until 8:45am. BIG TIME LIAR MS. FRONT DESK LADY.
I went back home and tried to sleep, wasn’t happening. I hadn’t been coughing that much yet, probably because I woke up earlier than my cough did, so I seriously contemplated skipping the doctor and going to PT. Then I walked back outside and my throat instantly dried up. What the hell is going on? I went back to the office and now there’s a small crowd standing at the door. Great! One of the maintenance guys directed everybody into his workshop so they could wait by the door but out of the wind. All of the sheep followed. At 8:43 I left the workshop and got to the door just as it opened, I was one of the first people signed in and one of the first people seen. SUCKERS!
I was weighed by the intake nurse in my full winter gear, wallet, phone, car keys, and shoes and the scale said 262! Bringing my total weight loss out here in Flagstaff to 23lbs in 5.5 weeks, and I haven’t been able to run in a week! That’s pretty cool if you ask me. I wonder when I’ll feel like it’s showing.
I’m not used to having lady doctors, so that was a bit of a shock to me, especially not one as nice as this lady was. She was plain looking but looked like she was too good looking to be a doctor; she looked younger than me. For you older Chiliheads reading this, she resembled Laura Bautista but she was almost my height, weird. She did the whole stethoscope to my back move to check for my breathing and there was nothing getting through. Dr. Dill made some sort of comment that my airway was so constricted that I couldn’t even wheeze. I got hooked up to some breathing machine, Nick says it’s a nebulizer, I don’t know. I looked like I was smoking a kazoo; I was inhaling moist air and expelling steam…if that makes sense…very new and weird to me. The doctor informed me that I might start feeling jittery after the process, I felt like I was going to start tripping or something. Very weird.
My diagnosis was confirmed, bronchitis. I was prescribed an inhaler, an antibiotic, an anti-inflammatory, and the worst tasting cough syrup on the planet. I then had to figure out this whole payment thing since I’m unemployed (gosh that’s scary to say). Total cost of the visit and the 4 scripts, $53. Much better than I thought it’d be and they fill your scripts on site! Now that’s cool! I got out of the doctor’s office at 11:32am. I was there nearly 3 hours and I missed the PT class. I texted President Travis and filled him in and when I got home I e-mailed Kathy and Mike with the results and then heated up some old chicken and green beans. Nick got home an checked on me and we were back out the door after he showered.
We covered two topics today. One instructor was an FBI Agent that looked like Sean Astin in Rudy and the other was ranger who took the class at NAU two years ago and has already achieved full time status at the Grand Canyon. That’s cool! Also cool, we’re the last class at NAU to do the first topic today, identification. At one point of the class, some guy walks into the room and asked the instructor if he was Eric and then left. The two were actually in cahoots and we had to describe the guy to the instructor a few minutes later. The only thing I remembered about the guy was that he looked like a hybrid of a skinny Jeff Bridges and Brian Balldinger from the NFL Network. For the second half of class we practiced writing tickets. It was the most responsive I’ve been in class and I think it’s because of the drugs.
After class, Nick made rice and chicken for dinner and I got cracking on my essay test that’s due Monday. I got an e-mail from my dad saying that my super dog, Casey, was heading into the vet to get all kinds of surgeries done. I got ready for bed but not before watching the newest Glee and screwing around on iTunes.
Two More Days to the Weekend
I love our late days. If Nick didn’t ask me if I wanted to go out to lunch I would’ve stayed in bed all day, minus the morning shower. We tried meeting up with Travis at Subway by campus, the place was a zoo! The line was almost out the door. We waited 5 minutes and I think only 2 people checked out. We were pressed for time and I needed to eat something fast because I took my meds before we left without any food. Medicine side effects: make you nauseous, anxious, and sensitive to the sun. I was feeling all that and I needed food stat. The only serviceable option was McDonald’s. Works for me. Like most people, Travis & Nick hate McDonald’s yet I think I ended up eating less than them. I’m not sure if its because I’m sick or because I don’t want to get derailed from this whole weight loss trip I’m on but I didn’t eat the Golden Arches like I used to. I murdered my Big Mac but then just stopped. I normally get a dollar menu sandwich with the meal and put in work on all of it ASAP. Not today. The Big Mac alone did it for me.
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| How do you think Nick feels about the line at Subway? |
The guys started talking about guns so I zoned out, before I knew it it was 20 to 1 and we had to go. I wasn’t crazy about the instructor we had today because he’s the type that calls on everybody in the class to make sure everybody’s participating. I hate that! So today I took the power out of his hands, I volunteered to answer questions. HA! My plan sort of backfired because I was later summoned to take part in the role playing exhibition in front of the class. Practice interviews. At first I was a “I don’t care about what happened” husband to the witness so I got to show off a little bit of my humor, then I was the interviewing officer and had to talk to a 14 year old son of beating victim. Fun! Wouldn’t ya know it; I got to throw out some of my humor there too. One of the techniques is to show interest in the interviewee’s hobbies; I was right there with him when Bryce said he plays Call of Duty. When I asked him he “Prestiged” yet, the crowd…I mean class laughed. Joking aside, I think it went very well and one of my classmates said she thinks I have a great personality to be a cop. That meant a lot to me.
"I'm gonna see how close I can get to your car", says Nick as he pulls in behind me and then proceeds to rear end the J~DuB Mobile. What an idiot! No damage but there was a loud clank and my car shook. I made dinner tonight. Tilapia, whole wheat egg noodles, broccoli, and garlic bread, it was awesome. I messed around on the computer and tried finding some training gear for the class. In my travels I found out three very cool events that have absolutely nothing to do with training gear.
1.) I found a possible theme song for our graduation slideshow...BE UNSTOPPABLE!
2.) A friend that I’ve made through Laura just received a Purple Heart
3.) One my classmate’s father is the Executive Director of Alaska Geographic and he was just interviewed on some news channel. Very cool.
Good News I Failed to Mention
Mr. Stone, Laura’s dad, recovered nicely from his time in the hospital with the blood clots. He was released on Saturday and has since returned to work.
Another Reason I Love the Show Spartacus
It validates my Man Card so I can get away with watching Glee without feeling like a fruit loop hahaha
Flagstaff Observation
What’s with these Wals? Most of the Walmarts by me in NJ close at some point; they aren’t open 24 hours whereas all of the Walgreens are…those stores flip-flop out here in Flagstaff.
Okay, so you guys are all caught up. What a week it’s been huh? Can’t wait for this weekend! I didn’t do anything the last time we were off but it’s been a long 12 days since then so I gotta do something. There’s talk about going bowling or playing pool. I want to see the new Adam Sandler movie, and there’s even talk about going down to Phoenix…maybe getting out of this altitude for a little while wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
MOUNT UP!!!
Hey dude its Eugene, Jackie Farrell's husband. Glad your doing well out there. I hope the meds are working for you. It was a pleasure reading your blog. Sounds like your learning a lot and having a great experience. Best of luck for the rest of your journey. Didn't know you played basketball, when you get back give me a shout, I'm always down to play.
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