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So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night

Well, after living here for a little over 4 months we are pulling out of Maine very soon. I am really going to miss this place. Among the many other friends and places I won´t soon forget, I will especially remember Bradbury, Acadia, Mt. Washington, N.A.S. Brunswick, Coffins Pond, Downtown Brunswick, Moosehead Lake, Mt. Kineo, late-night trips to LL Bean, Freeport, My friend at the gym, and the miles and miles of road, mountain, and forest I road my bike on. This really is an amazing state with unparalleled natural beauty and a very friendly, laid back population. I will visit here again.

Like sands of the hourglass…

A lot has happened in the last couple of weeks. I visited Mount Washington for the first time ever. The views within the Presidential Mountain Range are ridiculous. The scenery ranks up there with The Grand Canyon. Practically every direction yields a breath-taking scene. Just when I thought I could not be more impressed I took a trip out to Moosehead Lake and ran around for a while. Climbing up Mt. Kineo yielded most the awe inspiring views I have ever seen hands down. I could not believe how beautiful the whole area was. I couldn’t help but to think that if Maine had any kind of tech industry whatsoever, that I would live here in a heartbeat. I kind of scoff now when I hear co-workers gripe about how horrible Maine is. How good can it be when your only views of it are from withing an ugly, steel, ship, or from a barstool? There was also a notable side trip that I will not discuss in great detail. For information go to the gallery located below:


In order to view the “Our Happy Place Gallery” you will need a password from me. You can request one via my contact tab on my home page.

In between the two trips detailed above my friends and I fell in love with the local Goodwill Stores (or St. Vincent De Paul’s ;) ) and decided to purchase an assortment of 80’s clothes. We paraded around Brunswick and Bath with our radical threads and though we were first received with a great deal of skepticism, by the end of the night all knew that the Big Iron ran Maine. Kind of ridiculous I know, but we did meet a ton of people based solely on their interest in our clothes. This is what happens when Navy people get bored.

I plan on taking Laura up to Moosehead and Our Happy Place to stay a day or so provided we can find somebody to watch Jade. I plan on renting a cabin and a boat and taking her out to Mt. Kineo. If all goes well I will have another child in about 9.5 months. Just kidding on that one…..kind of. The cabins are beautiful and sit right on the water. They have fire pits where you can just sit back and enjoy the scenery as you roast Jello Pudding Pops, or whatever you enjoy roasting in a fire. I spend most of my days looking forward to that getaway. I am probably setting myself up for frustration but I have no other option.

Until next time, toodles.

Sleepless in Maine

Hello all,

It has been a while since I posted anything, and with good reason. I have literally worked about 100 hours a week now for a few weeks. I am a walking zombie. Today I had a day off, meaning that I only had to work 8 hours. I fell asleep, slept through a shipboard fire drill without even hearing a damn thing and woke up just in time to get dinner before the galley closed. It seemed kind of weird that when I woke up I felt worse than when I went to sleep. I had some messed up dream that kind of put me in some sort of funk, so I decided to jump on my bike and bike up to a coffee shop or should I say THE coffee shop. Anyways they have connectivity here, so that is good.

I don’t know how much longer I can keep up this schedule. Honestly, I am having to gut check myself as I am increasingly more demoralized by my situation. For those of you who do not know I am going through the Navy’s right of passage into shipboard life, ie. busing tables on the mess decks 15 hours a day. I have developed a habit to likening work situations to comical but real life situations that are common to people. Todays thought:

You have surely heard a story when a man or women gets intoxicated enough that they wake up the next morning next to a person they wish they never woke up next to. That seems to resemble my career now. I think to myself, holy shit what was I thinking? Only here, in my life, I cannot get up, walk out and leave a bogus number. Nope, she knows where I live, where I sleep, and she has my number. There is no escaping this ugly, lustful, bitch named the Navy.

Yesterdays which was popular among some of my jovial and respectable higher-ups:

In the movie Monsters Inc, Monsters run around scaring kids in order to power their city by somehow capturing the energy created by fright. I think our ship has stolen that idea. Only it is not fear that they use for energy, they use sorrow, and anger. Every time the lights flicker or the television starts to go out, somebody will walk in and tell me that I have extended hours, and guess what? Whoosh, television comes up, lights stop flickering. It is like on out ship I am the friggin nuclear reactor. I cannot be happy or surely we will experience a black out. There is a certain level of sorrow and demoralization required for the ship to operate effectively.

I would imagine I would fair much better if I got to see my kids and wife even weekly. I cannot tell you how much my heart aches when Jade says, “daddy you gonna come see me” or “I gonna come see you on the spaceship in Maine”. Out of all the clever little saying and offerings of advice one endures in a lifetime is there one more true than “you don’t know what you’ve got til its gone”?

All the venting aside there is nothing I really can do other than push on, living day by day. All I have to do is make it. That is it. Everything else is insignificant. All my other problems are moot. Maybe I will watch Shawshank Redemption again. Maybe I will crawl though a river of shit and come out clean.

Moving on

Hello everyone,

Well, time has flown again. I just moved aboard my ship this week. Man I cannot begin to tell you how hectic that was. Imagine trying to pack a couple of backpacks to live off of for 6 mos. It is a daunting task to say the least. Tonight will be my first official night of sleeping on the ship since last night I only “napped” for about 3 hours without the use of sheets or pillows. I could go on and on about the eccentricities of the shipboard life but I will spare you that for now. Perhaps I will be able to post some images soon.

Jade has been melting my heart with a variety of touching, and humorous conversation pieces. It seems every time I call her she throws something else out there to floor me. Below is an excerpt from out conversation last night:

Jade: Where you been?

Me: I am in Maine.

Jade: Where’s your airplane?

Me: It is here in Maine.

Jade: I go see you.

Me: Yes, honey I would love for you to some see me.

Jade: I go see your spaceship.

Me, Laughing:Yes you can come see me spaceship.

Jade: I go put my seatbelt on.

I am currently doing all I can do to make arrangements for both kiddos to come up once in the next 4 months. I am unsure how realistic that would be, but the hope of re-uniting gives me something to look forward to.

Since I now live on board the ship and since I have no access to the internet there, I will only be able to post every couple of weeks or so. As I mentioned before I am in the process of creating a new shipboard gallery.

I hope all of you guys are doing well.

Talk to you later,


Here in Maine

Hello all,

I apologize for taking so long to follow up on my first entry. I am sure the world was at a literary loss without my random thoughts. So I am in Maine now, which is an outdoor paradise. There are biking trails and campgrounds every few miles. I have learned to rely heavily on the outdoors for stress relief, which is both a testament to the beauty up here and the monotony and misery of my present assignment. Nothing new for those of you who have not spoken to me in a while. I miss my wife and kids, and often feel alone up here, but I am using that feeling to develop myself. I wonder is one ever gets to old to do that. I am 28 now and cannot help to think I may have procrastinated on that one. Oh well. The navy life is humorous. For those of you interested in joining any military service I offer the following advice; lose any bit of common sense you have before you join. There is no place for it in the service, and it will only cause you heartache and confusion. That being said, I am a fighter and have not rolled over yet. Perhaps I will come out of this a better person. During the more trying times I often fantasize about laying around on a cold weekend with my kiddos, wrestling with them, while my bikini clad wife serves me cold beer and my English Bulldog (Paco) waddles around. I should also mention in my fantasies that there is a new car and more importantly a new Triumph Thruxton in our garage which for the sake of information is apart of our new house out in the moutains. Feel free to use the above run-on sentence as a Christmas list for me. Without those thoughts, the outdoors, and Music, I would probably be in some turnip worshiping cult by now.

On another note, I have hit the 200 pound plateau up here. I am unsure if that is due to heavy weight lifting and descent eating or to a slowing metabolism and frequent beer nights. Either way, my body is changing drastically and I often find myself amazed at my recent photos.

I should be arriving back in San Diego sometime in mid December. Our Christmas plans are still undecided, but I look forward to a good deal of time away and maybe doing some cross country snow shoeing somewhere. I cannot think of anything else to bore you with right now, but I will make an honest effort to keep everyone up to date more frequently from now on. I should have my gallery up and running soon. It will include tons of pictures from Texas, California, Arizona, Illinois, Nebraska, Colorado, New Mexico, Maryland, Maine, Utah, and most importantly Iowa. Can you hear the sarcasm in the last bit of that sentence?


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