Here is his up coming training schedule:

Final Drill Evaluation
Battalion Commander’s Inspection
Motivation Run 
Emblem Ceremony
Family Day and Base Liberty
Graduation

Hello Bob Here I'll be keeping this site some what up to date.
So Micah left us two weeks early. Currently he is either on a plane or at Camp Pendleton by now.
So thirteen weeks starts tomorrow 5-8-07.

Anyways. (I've always thought that word would be a fun way to start a post. So I just did. :-p) Anyways, while I've never really given it much thought, the idea that perhaps the country cul-de-sac we live off of would make a good place to take out ones "girl" and practice some extra-carricular couples related activities does seem to make some sense.

So Saturday evening (about tenish) a friend of mine, his sister, and I were all returning from visiting the local Wal-Mart (simply because we felt like doing it. Its not like we would want to save money after all. Its much more fun to spend it on unnecessary, fattening, foodish type goodies.) We pulled up to our cul-de-sac and theres this fancy little sports car type thing sitting off to the side. As we drove slowly past it I observed that of the two occupants (male and female, imagine that...) the male (who must've been only just driving age. We are going to call him Bob.) looked rather distressed, and the female a bit flustered. We pulled up to our gate at which point I suggested, "Jaime, (my friend) don't you think maybe we ought to make sure they are ok?" Jaime wasn't overly thrilled with the idea. However, after a brief amount of persuasion, he finally agreed, on condition that he would roll down my window and let me do the talking. I was fine with that. So we backed up along side the other car and I, in the most friendly and nonchalant way I could muster, asked the couple if they were ok. "Do you think you could help me?" replied the Bob. "I can't figure out this car." Jaime LOVES cars (so he managed to overcome his slight shyness in this way) and I'm of a helpful disposition so we both promptly hopped out, eager to lend a hand. "Whats wrong with it?" I asked. "I can't turn get the key to turn at all." was the somewhat sheepish reply. I instantly knew precisely what the problem was. "Have you tried jiggling the steering wheel?" I asked. Bob looked at me and gave me one of the better "You apparently have no idea what your talking about. How the heck will that make any difference!?" looks I've ever received, but, being desperate, jiggled the steering wheel anyway in a very "See this doesn't make any difference" sort of way. At the same time, his female passenger reached over and turned the key. Viola! The car came to life. (Imagine that.) I was vindicated. I gave Bob the most benevolent smile I could possibly muster, explained to him (as he was rolling his eyes at the ceiling) that it was a simple mistake anyone could have made, said goodbye, and waived the happy couple off.

Doing my monthly good deed makes me feel so happy and warm inside! Mmmf! Its such a nice feeling.

Riding in the car with a Tele-psychic is annoying. They make you go places you don't intend.

I have come to the conclusion that the single most intelligent thing a young person can realize, is that they can't realize anything intelligent.

And to prove my point I'm going to completely ignore for myself what I've just said.



People! I want you to comment on my site a lot so that I can make the Xanga front page!!!! This is the ONLY thing that I really wish to do before I leave for boot camp. Now ya'll wouldn't want to disapoint this poor soldier whos probably going to go and get himself killed would you???? I mean, you wouldn't want to deny me my one last pleasure in life? Of course not. So MAKE ME POPULER, ya HEAR????!?