Me just being me
They handed me a cell phone at my mom's retirement ceremony today and expected me to take pictures of my mom with her crew. Me, being me, said 1,2,3 "who's your daddy?", and for the second one, "who's your doggie?"
I was trying to get people to smile. They didn't know me and I didn't know them, and I like it when people genuinely smile in photos, and not fake smile.
My sis and my cousin showed up. My cuz' works in the same building as my mom used to. Good for her! She's busted her hump her whole life like my grandma did. My mom's earned the rest. I say that. She'll be bored and have a job in a month.
Anyway, my little sis shows up and I'm always happy to see her. She's quite unique and I quite enjoy her company. I wound up having her laughing before I left.
I got called into work, so I had to leave the retirement ceremony early, and I did something today totally NOT me. I passed up on cake. I'm getting fat as butter, so I opted to not take it. My sister said to me, "they have this thing, it's called SPANX and pointed out to me she was sporting the PHANX, which is my generic term for this article of clothing.
My reply to her, without missing a beat: They have this thing, it's called being a man, and I ain't gonna do that. She just cracked up! I would have loved to know what the woman standing near to us thought about that little conversation.
They did a nice job for my mom. Brought in trays of food from their cafeteria that actually looked pretty good. Had a cake for her, and parting gifts. And a ton of people. In the conference room. And it just reminded me that there's a whole world out there that I don't get.
I work with guys that burp and fart. None of us can keep our pants up or our shirts down and I've seen more, and to be fair, shown more crack. Nobody wants to see that. I don't and they don't butt it happens. We don't do punch and cookies. We do donuts and Beto's.
I felt like a fish out of water there and I never got comfortable until my fam showed up. I love my family. Dysfunctional as it is, I'm actually starting to like some of them again, too, and they feel that way about me. For a long time, I was pretty un-likeable.
I found out some things today. I still have a quick wit. That's good. I've learned to temper it down to appropriate comments though, and that's a better thing.
The other thing I found out today is that I'm still decent at being an airplane mechanic. For both of those things, God gets the credit and the glory. I didn't give those gifts to me.
I'm glad I went to work tonight. I'm starting to finally get the hang of C-130s. I had to think what causes things tonight. I figured stuff out. I remembered how stuff worked. I was smart enough to make my co-worker slow down, which helped us not overlook a step. For the first time in a long time, I felt comfortable just doing my job. We worked through lunch. We didn't take a break all night long. We spent most of the night outside. I had to push a -60, not once, but twice (that's a power unit for you non-AF types). We had to drop what we were doing to go tow a plane.
In short, I felt like a real airplane mechanic again.
The flight line side of the house is way different than working in the hangar, because the plane flies, so the tempo is a little different. I'm thankful that I'm able to remember things and be able to put the knowledge to good use.
I had a good day today. I laughed. I made other people laugh. I worked and hopefully did a good job. I stopped and saw the GF for a minute today, too.
And now, my Bible needs to be read and my dog needs to be harassed. We live for that!
I was trying to get people to smile. They didn't know me and I didn't know them, and I like it when people genuinely smile in photos, and not fake smile.
My sis and my cousin showed up. My cuz' works in the same building as my mom used to. Good for her! She's busted her hump her whole life like my grandma did. My mom's earned the rest. I say that. She'll be bored and have a job in a month.
Anyway, my little sis shows up and I'm always happy to see her. She's quite unique and I quite enjoy her company. I wound up having her laughing before I left.
I got called into work, so I had to leave the retirement ceremony early, and I did something today totally NOT me. I passed up on cake. I'm getting fat as butter, so I opted to not take it. My sister said to me, "they have this thing, it's called SPANX and pointed out to me she was sporting the PHANX, which is my generic term for this article of clothing.
My reply to her, without missing a beat: They have this thing, it's called being a man, and I ain't gonna do that. She just cracked up! I would have loved to know what the woman standing near to us thought about that little conversation.
They did a nice job for my mom. Brought in trays of food from their cafeteria that actually looked pretty good. Had a cake for her, and parting gifts. And a ton of people. In the conference room. And it just reminded me that there's a whole world out there that I don't get.
I work with guys that burp and fart. None of us can keep our pants up or our shirts down and I've seen more, and to be fair, shown more crack. Nobody wants to see that. I don't and they don't butt it happens. We don't do punch and cookies. We do donuts and Beto's.
I felt like a fish out of water there and I never got comfortable until my fam showed up. I love my family. Dysfunctional as it is, I'm actually starting to like some of them again, too, and they feel that way about me. For a long time, I was pretty un-likeable.
I found out some things today. I still have a quick wit. That's good. I've learned to temper it down to appropriate comments though, and that's a better thing.
The other thing I found out today is that I'm still decent at being an airplane mechanic. For both of those things, God gets the credit and the glory. I didn't give those gifts to me.
I'm glad I went to work tonight. I'm starting to finally get the hang of C-130s. I had to think what causes things tonight. I figured stuff out. I remembered how stuff worked. I was smart enough to make my co-worker slow down, which helped us not overlook a step. For the first time in a long time, I felt comfortable just doing my job. We worked through lunch. We didn't take a break all night long. We spent most of the night outside. I had to push a -60, not once, but twice (that's a power unit for you non-AF types). We had to drop what we were doing to go tow a plane.
In short, I felt like a real airplane mechanic again.
The flight line side of the house is way different than working in the hangar, because the plane flies, so the tempo is a little different. I'm thankful that I'm able to remember things and be able to put the knowledge to good use.
I had a good day today. I laughed. I made other people laugh. I worked and hopefully did a good job. I stopped and saw the GF for a minute today, too.
And now, my Bible needs to be read and my dog needs to be harassed. We live for that!
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