Mine was my best and my worst. I was intoxicated when I walked in the door and my kids were still awake. They told me the next day that I sang, “I’ll stop the world and melt with you”. And I did. I stopped everything and melted with them.
Sure I could have done that while I was sober but that’s why I said it was my worst moment too. But I couldn’t think of a better thing to have been told I did while I was three sheets to the wind.
I nailed a job interview too and I got the job. I just don’t think that counts as much.
Watching my 6 month and 5 day old puppy open up a can of whoop ass at his first dog show and beat the adults to go best of breed and compete in the group ring. I still get shivers thinking about it.
Probably any of the couple dozen times I stayed calm and loving while my sick toddlers threw up on me, the couch, the floor, their bedding that I had just changed, you get the picture.
Or else any of the times I didn’t grab the kids (pukey or not) and leave my deeply depressed unemployed Hubby; I managed to get him into therapy instead.
No tsunami, no flood, nothing dire over here, but it’s been a tough year for us.
My boss telling me that the new web site that I wrote is going live while I’m down and basically unconnected. Surprise! It’s still up with lots of traffic.
It went live. And there was nothing that I could do but hope it went well.
The people that this web site helps that love it emailing us telling how great it is. That’s a real relief.
My Wife and I picked a local bar for Christmas eve lunch for eight. We all had a real good time. It was a bit iffy for a few days before. But we all had a grand time.
The infloor heat in our addition that I am building and designed is working great. We have heat in the addition now.
I fixed the plow truck. I don’t have to thaw the controls with a propane torch to use it.
Wow. Congratulations. But aerial gunner? In what aircraft? An A-10? An AC-130? Forgive my ignorance, but I couldn’t think of anything else the AF flies that needs a gunner. An AF Blackhawk? AFAIK the AF doesn’t operate attack choppers; that’s the Army. It also doesn’t operate troop choppers, but as I remember it does operate rescue choppers and mebbe they use gunners.
My worst moment was being laid off; a good moment was being hired 2 months later; a really fine moment was getting down to 200 lbs (from 265)…
But the best moment was finishing my first triathlon. At age 51.
I woke up one day, looked at the calander and realized that I had one year clean and sober.
Now I am closer to two years but that doesn’t seem to mean as much as making it through the first year. It went kinda like this: The first day clean and sober sucked worse than any day in the history of the world*. The second day sucked worse than any other day in the history of the world EXCEPT the first day. The third day was just like the second. Somewhere along the way the days stopped sucking. More than that, they actually started being cool. The next thing I know I was up to a whole freaking year and everything was fine.
The Air Force uses gunners on AC-130s (those are the gunships) and for it’s CSAR* helocopters. The MH-53 and my baby the HH-60 Pavehawk (our version of the Army’s Blackhawk.)
I man the gun is to make sure the pilots or the enemy kills us. I am the weapons and tactics (because I’m so new though the other guys know way more than I do) expert on the helocopter. I am also responsible for whatever teams we have with us (PJs, Rangers, whichever). If you’ve ever seen “Blackhawk Down,” I’m the guy that uses that gun and pushes the SOF teams out of the helo.
*CSAR=Combat Search and Rescue
Hearty Congrats Slee!
I had a couple of outstanding moments this year:
Discovered I’m going to be a first time grandma in March 2006.
Emotionally divorced myself from my toxic mother.
Watched the light dawn in my ADHD sons eyes when he saw his test scores and truly recognized and accepted that he is every bit as intelligent as his straight A earning sister.
Taking our micropreemie to the developmental clinic, hearing clinic and eye clinic and hearing “she looks perfectly normal!” from all of them! (knockwood, praiseallah, injesus’name)
Seeing my estranged brother for the first time in 17 years and, with no drama at all, forgiving him for raping me as a child.
Whynot I have to say you are one doper that inspires me to be a better person.
I cannot recall any Major High’s or Walking in the Valley Of Shit* this year. I’ve hit a wonderful patch of road named Contentment and I’m really happy to be here. No, it’s.not.a.rut.
*No one died and no one had a long, drawn out death in my familia this year, but the fact we haven’t buried anyone in the last 365 days means We’re Due.
