Friday, August 14, 2009

Catch Up…

Yes yes I know I haven’t blogged in over a year. I’m a bad blogger.
Here’s the skinny. Yes I did reenlist so now I am EM2 Miakinkoff. No, sadly the love of my life didn’t have an extremely lovely and beautiful baby. She mis-carried in the first 6-7 weeks of pregnancy. Yes we were kinda devastated but we weren’t ready at that point in time. So it was almost a good thing. I say almost because then she thought it she was insufficient to have children or maybe it was me which I would have hoped for because she doesn’t deserve that kind of pain. I went out to sea had a great underway with Gage Calibration(I basically kicked the shit out of it). Then came home to my most loving wife after being out to sea for 2-3 months and oh my god she was more beautiful than I could have imagined. She was waiting up for me in our room since we still had Fallon living with us. Candles lit up the room it was warm and soft and smelling incredible. Her hair had grown out a bit and was down. I apparently came in the house door too quietly and didn’t make noise(as usual). She was still reading a book. She looked up at me with those perfect blue eyes. She was wearing her blue corset and a hot thong. Just blew my mind after the long wait at the airport for our luggage and all my crap that I needed to bring back home. Anyway, I think you get the idea.
Anyway I had an okay offcrew and we went to see our best friends Holy and Jeff. Aleric got bigger and Auria was so cute she kinda grew into my hip. I love my god children so much. They are just so awesome. Auria does this cool tongue growlie thing. I think you have to see it to believe it.
Fallon moved out to go to Iraq or Afghanistan since she is in the army. Now me and my beauty have the whole house to ourselves. Don’t get me wrong I like when we have company, but I like my peace and quiet too. I almost thrive on peace and quiet. Toward the last few weeks of my offcrew I bought a new car(new to me that is) for the whif, a Toyota Prius. Which she loves. Then on the same day I bought the new car my trucks brakes decide to sieze up and cost me another 800+ dollars. Right before I go underway so needless to say I wasn’t too happy. But now I know why I hate my truck in the snow. The main power to the braking system are in the front left and back right. So it puts me into a spin whenever I tap the breaks… great thanks dodge.
So then I fly to the lovely(Not!!) island of Guam. I turn over with the blue crew and noticed I got F&$@ED again by the now EM3 Marcum(frillin idiot). So I moved on from that and got into the swing of RPPO for e-div. Little did I know that a couple of days before we leave to actually get underway we are going to start cleaning the 70’s. This task is not a quick task and we start it at around 9pm. This is compounded by the fact that I am offgoing and I haven’t been able to talk to my heart in over five days. Oh by the way I never mentioned she is 8 weeks pregnant again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go my sperm… yeah anyway back to me griping about our retarded maintenance. So we start this and my wonderful(< - - more sarcasm) LPO “Hotdog McBackhammer Rackburn” Rayburn doesn’t lift a hand to try to help usstart cleaning these 2 dirty ass machines. I was smart and brought my Zune to this so 1 I wouldn’t have to listen to him and 2 wouldn’t go crazy. Around midnight we are still cleaning but lets the Oncomming guys go do whatever they want to go do since they are oncoming. Sure it’s a good idea but, they went out drinking or something doesn’t matter. Then Rayburn decides he wants to start cleaning and makes us clean going into places the MRC card doesn’t say to go into. So by now I am almost LIVID with rage. I start cleaning up our cleaning equipment as much as possible and ask to start putting shit back together. There are these tiny terminal board srews that if you lose them we can’t start the machine(or so I thought, we had extras). So as I was trying to put one in the wire flicks and I lose the screw. My frustrating rage almost allowed me to stab Rayburn repeatedly with the screwdriver I was holding. Luckily I thought my job and my soul in Washington was worth not killing someone that desperately deserves to stop breathing. So I run out of the space and yell out in RAGE and then sit down and breath for a few minutes trying to calm down as much as possible before I go back in to put the stupid screws back. I calm down enough that my hands are shaking from the pent up anger that I kept bottled in. Finish the maintenance and then tell my chief that my wife is about 8 weeks prego. The only reason that I told him was because that was the only thing keeping my ferocious killing of Rayburn leashed. So the moral of this last part is, remembering what actually matters will keep all bad things in check.
My sweet perfect honey is how I get through most days. My dogtag of here never leaves my neck and dangles next to my heart whenever I go out to sea. I can’t wait until I can hang it up finally since I won’t have to have a reminder of how beautiful she really is. I know when I do wear it when I get home and it dangles down onto her bare skin it makes here even hotter. So it has its good things and bad things.