|Frikkin' nasty beasts bite, spit, and fart. |
Reminds me a lot of the Bug-Eyed Ugly Woman.
Anyway, the more I wrote, the more I realized there are many things left untold. Like the first time I went to a Gentleman's Club in Milwaukee (Laverne and Shirley did NOT dance), the time I got whacked in the nose by a grease pan, the time we set a watch to make sure baboons didn't sneak onto the ship, our first experience with Communists, my fight with Seabees (HINT: I lost. Badly.), how I met the Mayor of Evanston, Illinois, the time we went "trolling for rich people" whereupon we met "Junie the Boatboy," and so on.
So, I'm thinking of writing a book. That way, you can read all about it. You'll just have to pay. Oops, better not quit my day job.
Anyway, let's finish this crap, shall we?
2000s (well, what else ya gonna call them?)
|Latin stands for "Warriors From the Park of the Domestic Wagons." |
As to why? And why a flamingo?
Read the book. Not sold anywhere yet. Damn.
September 11, 2001- Me and "the MOCC" (see how easy that is?) were on an exercise in Keflavik, Iceland. My maintenance petty officer woke me up just as the first plane hit the World Trade Center (it was noon, local time. I was working the midnight shift). Needless to say, the exercise was cancelled and we didn't get back to the United States until four days later. Nothing funny to be said here.
|The morning of September 12th |
atop the main hangar at Keflavik's Naval Air Station.
2002- We take part in a major exercise in Chile where I learn how to interoperate with maritime air units from half a dozen other countries, evaluate the operational characteristics of a variety of tactical platforms, develop professional relationships with foreign nationals (no, not those kinds!), and learn the words to Intergalactic by the Beastie Boys (oh, that's what they're saying! Now I get it!).
2003- The War in Iraq starts. Deciding it best to keep me away from where people are shooting each other, the Navy transfers me to Iceland. To ease the pain somewhat (and keep me out of trouble), they let me take Mrs. Penwasser and the two kids. This was not greeted with universal acclaim. Well, our neighbors were pretty jazzed.
|Surprisingly, a lot like this, too.|
|Yeah. Like that.|
2004- My family heads home so they can kick the renters out of our house and pick up some dry cleaning. Unfortunately, since I wasn't officially ready to transfer back to the States, the government wouldn't ship our furniture home. So, Mrs. Penwasser and the kids camp out in a four bedroom home and I still have the waffle-maker and plasma TV for six months. Plus, I have the microwave and Hot Pockets! Bonus!!!
Oh, yeah, I also learn what Canadian Thanksgiving is all about. I must say, it makes so much more sense than getting some Pilgrims and Indians together to eat deer, eels, and acorns outside in the middle of November. In Massachusetts. I don't care what anyone says. You Canucks rock!!
|NOTE: NOT a clip-on tie. |
As far as you know.
Plus, I kept the microwave oven.
And will make sure that I send Martin Frobisher cards to all my Canadian friends next month.
Okay, that's it. Take a couple days away from me. God knows you've earned it.