Miscellaneous

Enough about the beach already!!

Spent the weekend decompressing from "vacation," catching up on house stuff, and visiting with friends. Met Joe and Jess for dinner on Saturday night, and we heard all his stories of his night spent on an aircraft carrier. Yes, you read that correctly - an aircraft carrier.

He got to go out on the USS Eisenhower, complete with flying on and off it, eating with the crew and officers, touring the whole place, and watching flight operations. He told us tons of stories, all of which were just amazing! Here's a taste from an e-mail he sent out, with some video clips:

"We saw flight operations form a number of different vantage points, including what seemed like way too close for a civilian. Watching planes get shot off a deck from up close is an amazing thing. It’s loud, hot and frenetic. At least to me, it looked like there were people running in all directions doing all sorts of things. Of course, I learned this was a well-scripted ballet that every member of the team takes incredibly seriously. There is no joking around on that deck, because multi-million jets—oh and human life—are at stake. Here are videos of a launching <http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4_NY1Utwxc0> , from another angle <http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnLl8ovfFzg> , and a landing <http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6N_rZfYjY2Q> . "

In other news, I had a rough start this morning. We're watching David and Lauren's dog, Sadie for two weeks, and I woke up this morning to the sound of her puking on my bedroom floor.

[RELAX, Lauren, she's fine. Threw up once, but was completely fine and peppy once I took her outside, and she ate all her breakfast.]

All in all, it's not a huge deal - it happens, right? Dogs, babies, heck, I've cleaned up many a roommate's puke in college. There's no hard feelings - I know the dog would rather not be throwing up, too.

Still... [said with all the love I can muster because I know Lauren's reading this]... this dog barks at everything. A door opens, she barks. A car drives by, she barks. You cross your legs watching TV, she barks.

And Sadie has no problem telling you she needs to go out. She's always running up to the door and scratching at it. (This, I actually find to be a good trait.)

Both of those examples to say - the girl knows what she wants and needs and asks for it.

So, I couldn't have gotten a little warning that she was going to puke this morning?? Since when has Sadie suffered in silence?

(Sigh) I'll just have some more coffee. And I'll post this cute picture so you know that I'm not really mad at the dog.

(by the way... that's the very first picture taken with my new camera!!)