Personal Halloway

Realized my bra and my toenail polish matched today. So that’s something I have going for me.

JOBS JOBS JOBS. Apparently my back is pretty jacked up. This means I haven’t flown since February. This means I get anywhere from two to four hours of sleep each night. This means I’m moving squadrons. This means I’m getting a new job (or two) less than five months before I separate from Active Duty in December. I mean, sure, there are reasons not to keep a brokeass has-been weapons officer around your squadron, I get the numbers issue. It is a lot better to fill that spot I’m hogging with someone capable. But… less than five months? Close to a month of that time I will be out-processing or on leave. I’m going to be a squadron executive officer (secretary) again. When I was an exec previously, I liked making the bosses look good. I liked my bosses. Best bosses I ever had. So that makes a difference. We shall see how things go in the next couple weeks. To train the guy taking over my job (new lieutenant), my shop chief lobbied for me to have two weeks of on-the-job training. I had to fight to get one damn day. This poor guy is not set up for success, and neither is the 94 people whose security clearances and training he has to manage. It’s okay though, because I get two days to learn my new jobs… yes, job with an -s… including executive officer… which is usually two weeks or longer of changeover. I feel like no one has my back right now.

Larry’s gone for a while on his duty overseas. I think it’s perfectly normal to make up songs and sing them to your dog. Or carry on entire conversations with his responses in a Scooby Doo-like voice, debating politics, fashion, and the pro’s and con’s of ingesting questionable culinary choices from the very back of the fridge. I’m okay guys, really! See… I go out and do things with friends. At casinos. Classy.

MUSIC TUNES NOTES. All my gentlemen pals at the Louisiana  War Veteran’s Home are doing really well. I go visit with them each Saturday and play piano. It’s pretty neat how different homes like different genres. The assisted living facility in Minot, North Dakota requested mostly Lutheran hymns. This also goes for the center I was playing for in town here (I’ve since haven’t returned after begging for months to be placed on their entertainment schedule). The War Vets home likes country music, like Hank Williams and Slim Whitman jams (Slim’s my jam, I’m a big collector)… but they also appreciate honky tonky show tunes. Very interesting. Anyway, I get over there once a week or more if I have the time. There’s nothing I’d rather be doing than doling out weekly hugs to handsome elderly vets. ♥

SHAME. Oh man, I’m thirty now, by the way. I like it. The first thing that happened to me when I got up after turning thirty was drive down the highway & get propositioned for freeway exit sex with obscene gestures. Shame on you, Missouri drivers. SHAME. Speaking of which, I can play Rains of Castamere on the piano. Don’t all you brides-to-be be blowin’ up my phone for me to play at your receptions. Well, if I ever answered my phone.

ANSISTERY. Lastly, I did a fancy DNA spit cup test at Ancestry.com to find out my ethnicity. Oh before all you freedom fighters get all crazy, the military already has my DNA on file. So it’s a non-issue. Anyway! I got this eyeopening look at what makes me, ME… from a ’round the world standpoint. I was always told I was “Half Italian (speak it third best), German, and Irish.” Well, I am just as much Irish as I am Middle Eastern! How cool is that? I even have DNA from PAPUA NEW GUINEA! So baller I can’t even handle it! Anyway here are the actual results:

Larry got 100% European. Figures.


Birthday in Dallas

This weekend I journeyed to Dallas solo to celebrate my twenty-fifth birthday. I stayed at the Hotel Adolphus, where I had never stayed before. The hotel was absolutely stunning, especially in my room on the seventeenth floor. I can’t say enough about how perfectly posh it all was. I changed and headed down to the French Room for a late dinner, and had a quiet table to read. After roast duck and a chocolate souffle, I decided to see what was doin’ at the lounge. As I ordered my cocktail, an older gentleman at the bar asked if I was visiting with the Republican Convention. I replied, and asked if he was there for it. Since it was a no answer, I asked if he has Republican leanings, to which he replied yes. I sat down and began talking with him. Over the next four hours, we had excellent conversation. It was quite nice.

On Saturday, I went shopping at the original Neiman Marcus next door. I found a beautiful LBD and ate lunch in their Zodiac Lounge. Later that evening, I ate dinner at the Old Warsaw in the arts district. I usually make it over there each time I visit Dallas. As I was leaving, the owner pulled me aside and asked if I would like to be the model for their print ads coming up. … And how!

The ballet, “The Sleeping Beauty” was held at the Winspear Opera House downtown. Many compliments on the gown, but one lady exclaimed that I looked like Greta Garbo. Another group of ladies my age said Marilyn Monroe. I was channeling Ginger Rogers, but I will never turn down a sincere compliment! I had the good fortune of front row seats, and the show was phenomenal up close and personal. It was a joy to see the expressions of the dancers as they perform that which they have been practicing their entire lives. After the ballet, I received a letter in my room that the gentleman from the evening before had delivered from the front desk. He wanted to let me know he’d be late to the lounge, but by the time I arrived, he was already there. Two other gentlemen were conversing with him, one in a cowboy hat and the other in a suit. The younger gentleman in the suit introduced himself as the owner of a cattle ranch in central Texas. We enjoyed the company and polite political conversation for a couple hours before calling it a night. It was nice to have good people be so genuinely kind to me. I really needed it.

“They say the movies should be more like life; I think life should be more like the movies.”
– Myrna Loy
… & this weekend certainly was like a movie.

Today I drove back after meeting with my parent’s college friend. He’s like a father to me. Overall, it’s safe to say it was a helluva birthday weekend! This week’s agenda: flying Wednesday!