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Ha ha, I’m so dumb. If you have a blog, and to save time, you type your posts up on your free time at work; and at the SAME time are working on a medal citation for one of your troops, don’t mistakenly email your POST to your boss when you ask him to proof read the CITATION. It’s fortunate that we have a lot of down time here, because y’all, that was embarrassing. I was like, oh, ha ha, that’s my diary, hee hee…um? I did not get in trouble, if you were wondering, and yes, I am also typing TODAY’S post up at work. What! Multi tasking is my middle name!

So! Such excitement today! We had a Wing Commander’s Call today, which, on a regular basis: bleh. It’s basically just a widely attended meeting, really, and I’ve already told you about me and meetings (do not mix). So, when we headed out for the 15 minute walk up to main base, we weren’t exactly, you know, excited. But! Matt pointed out the large jet sitting on the runway with the words: United States of America, and we thought: huh. So we quickened the pace a bit, and wondered out loud who it might be, this person who arrived on the large jet. If you were wondering, I guessed: not the right person. THEN! We saw a CONVOY. Cops! Flashing Lights! Evenly Spaced Large Vehicles! Now, me = easily excitable, remember? So you can imagine the state I was in upon seeing this, because people that ride in convoys are generally convoy-able, right? I mean, when I drive around, I certainly don’t get a convoy, whether I think I deserve one or not. FINALLY, we made it to the designated Wing Call Hanger, and I obstacle coursed my way to the front (notice I said WE made it, but only I obstacle coursed, my co-workers were a little eye-roll-y at this point, in regards to me) and staked out a prime spot RIGHT NEXT to the stage – in fact, it was like this: STAGEropeME. And, after 40 minutes of standing around (which, I want to point out, caused a LARGE INCREASE in leg issue, ummm, issues) the EXTREMELY CONVOY-ABLE PERSON (ECP) arrived, and it was…. Not the president. Did I KNOW it wasn’t really the President? Well, yes, but…I am nothing if not endlessly hopeful. Wait – not that I would’ve been excitED, necessarily, to see the president, because, well, I just… wouldn’t have been, but… you have to admit, it would certainly be excitING, to be in the same room as… all the cameras. Are we agreed? Right. So, the ECP was the Secretary of the Air Force, Michael W. Wynne, and he was tall, and talked, and… talked…. And, well…. Talked. And when it got to the point where I thought my leg issue…err…issues would certainly cause me to fall over at any instant, he stopped talking, and left.

I would like to point out that yes, I DO have the camera, JOHN, I just haven’t had any camera related opportunities.
But, since you asked for a picture, here is my desk:

I think you will agree that it is a fine desk, indeed.

I also took this picture of our ceiling:

I took this picture to illustrate that there are 16 light fixtures in my office, and they each have 3 fluorescent bulbs, and out of these 48 bulbs, only 12 are working, and none of them are located anywhere near my desk. Please notice the spotlight. (hint: the spotlight is NOT above my desk) (ps: my desk is in the back).  Did you notice that the light stops at EXACTLY my desk?  Funny, that.  Now. Wasn’t that interesting? Aren’t you glad I took pictures?

Oh, I have a little favor to ask y’all. If you signed up for my notify list, but you haven’t been getting updates, can you send me an email? Great.

CIAO!