Oh, the Beauty....

I have returned to terra americana...or something like that. I arrived back into the continental US monday morning, and, boy, does it feel good to be back...things have been non-stop action, and i have been slowly getting everything back online for myself.
Every morning i have been awakened to the same blaring alarm clock, but for some reason it sounds so much better now that it is in America. I really forgot how fast internet is here in America, and for some reason it still amazes me that i dont have to wait for thirty minutes to have a page load...
I am still getting back in touch with everyone, but i have the same phone number that i had before i left, leave a comment if you need the phone number.
all for now
andrew

Free at last....

Today i would like to write a tribute to my Father....
The more time that i spend in this crazy world, the more i realize what a great father i really have. He has always been there for me, and he has always listened to my problems-no matter how trivial they actually are-and he has always worked very hard to provide a better life for me. Sometimes it amazes me to see how many people have absent fathers, or fathers that really don't care for them the way that my father does. He has been an excellent example for me to follow. He is a good Christian man, and he is one that is more of a man than anyone that i have ever met. My greatest hope is that when i grow up, that i am just like my father.
Happy Birthday Dad...

I forgot-over the last year-how much i really hate the sand in Kuwait, but i won't have to suffer through it very long.
I love you all and miss you soooooo much.

I need a sign...to let me know you're here.

I need a sign, to let me know you're here.
All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere.
I need to know that things are gonna look up...
'cause i feel us drowning in a sea spilled from a cup.
And there is no place safe, and no safe place to put my head.
when you can feel the world shake from the things i've said,
and im calling on angels. i wont give up if you dont give up.
I need a sign to let me know you're here.
'cause my tv set just keeps it all from being clear.
I want a reason for the way things have to be,
i need a hand to help build up some kind of hope inside of me.
and im calling on angels,
when children have to play inside so they dont disappear,
while crowded aisles see marrige lies, 'cause we dont talk for years,
and football teams are kissing queens and loosing sight of having dreams,
in a world where what we want is only what we want until its ours
and im calling on angels. i wont give up if you dont give up.

Questions make me tired...

I know that i need to go on vacation, because my job is to answer questions, but i get annoyed at people when they ask me questions. is it bad to have nightmares about your job when there is nothing that you do at work that should make you have nightmares. take for example-i had a dream the other night, that i needed to accomplish a task at work, and no matter what i did, i could not get it done. everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. i felt overpressured, and really stressed out-then i woke up and realized i was in my bed. i need a vacation.

I hate schedules.....

I dont know quite why anyone makes schedules. everything should be run by a shoot from the hip kinda thing...i mean, the schedule doesnt really mean anything. its all just a waste of time, effort, and natural resources. I think i get a new schedule everyday, but the schedule is made out for a week, sometimes two, and i have never seen the end of one schedule. the new one comes out the next day and leaves me sitting there wondering why it was changed. its all kinda pointless.
anyway, things out here are pretty much the same. i have been sweating it out on the day shift again, and things couldnt be hotter. I think that the mornings are staying cool, but the afternoons are so friggin hot that i have to keep moving from shadow to shadow to avoid melting. Death by powerpoint is getting in to full swing, and i dont know what Bill Gates was thinking when he gifted the world with that cursed piece of software. I dont think that the Army is capable of doing anything, anymore, without having a powerpoint presentation to explain how to do it. I have seen powerpoints on how to flush a toilet, how to use a skillcraft pen, how to get a Humvee airborne, and how to punish soldiers who get Humvees airborne. Need to get something from supply? Here, watch this powerpoint. aaaaggghhhh! I am losing my mind slowly but surely. i need to get out of the army before they sucessfully reprogram me.
soon.

I am very much looking forward to enjoying fall in the southern united states. it will be the first time that i will have been able to enjoy watching the leaves change in VA, i think that i will also go up and see the district, besides i need a passport anyway-might as well kill two birds with one stone. all for now
Andrew