Where to begin~~~

Before I get started….. I have managed to click something on here that I apparently can’t “un”click – and the format that I’m used to writing in  has changed drastically, so I’m not 100% sure what this will look like when it posts……. so bear with me…..please.  🙂

Soooooo many things have happened since I last carried on, on here, that if I keep going back to where I left off – I may never get caught up – especially since we fly out in the morning for St. Thomas…… yes, you read that correctly…… we need a change of scenery from this gorgeous tropical island that we live on – and since we are already on a permanent vacation – the only other way I can think of to describe what we’re doing is a change of scenery — I have already booked a couple of fun filled things to do while we’re there, so you know there will be a ton of pictures to go along with it~!

The last place I left off was that I had an audition to try out to be a drummer for a local band. I did make the audition but sadly, I did not get the job. For multiple reasons, I didn’t play as well as I am capable of and the group collectively decided I wasn’t the type drummer they felt they needed. I am not overly upset about it – actually a  little bit relieved. Getting the position would mean a lot more time away from my bride that I cared to give up – and eating up a lot more of my time than I think I was willing to give up…… so – all’s well that ends well. It was nice just being considered and given the chance~!

As I’m sure most of you know by know, I went for my PADI certification of Rescue Diver. I thought the first day was tough……whoa Nelly…. I didn’t have a clue~! I spent two and a half hours rehearsing everything I had learned the day before – only this time…. in real time and my victim being a lot more realistic, portraying tired, panicked and dead divers. My last “test” was to recover a lifeless body from the Sea floor (at about 30′) bring him to the surface, start applying rescue breathing ( 1 breath every 5 seconds) while swimming him to shore, once I got close enough to stand up – I had to remove his gear, remove my gear, including fins (all still applying a recue breath every 5 seconds) and then get him up onto the beach far enough waves couldn’t get to us – all within 30 seconds – and then begin CPR compressions. My first attempt at it failed…. miserably. I was worn out and couldn’t hardly breathe myself and I was ready to quit. I hated to invest that much time, money and energy into something and then have to admit I couldn’t do it – but the last exercise was a pass or fail exercise. My instructor got me calmed down, added some more helpful detail (like slow the hell down!) let me catch my breath and then do it again. Long story short – with absolutely no energy left – I completed my task…. it wasn’t pretty, I fell down 2 or 3 times getting my victim to the beach…… but I got him there, in under the allotted time….. and I passed the test~! So I am now officially a PADI certified Rescue Diver~! 

Well hell….. one of the things that has apparently happened during my format change, is that I lost my word counter….so I have absolutely no idea how much I have rambled – but I have to be close…. so signing off. Will try to resume this from the beautiful island of St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands tomorrow night~!

Good Night Ya’ll —– Thankx for stopping in~!

Rescuing Bob~~
Those guys were pretty much holding me up~!
Rescue Diver~! ( a damn tired one )
My view while I drank beer and waited on my Queen~~
This is the band I auditioned for….. Electric Andy
Merry Christmas from Blues Backyard BBQ~!

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Born in Germany as an Army brat - I moved permanently to the United States about the time I was ready to start school - Dad put to me to work when I turned 13 tearing off roofs and packing shingles.. I did that, DE tasseled corn and bucked hay all the way through high school. After graduation, moved down South for a year or so trying to figure what I wanted to do. Finally came home and joined the Air Force serving almost 5 years - which included a 3 year tour in Germany, where I met my Queen. Came home and started working as a roofer. Economy went to crap and I knew I would not be able to support my growing family the way I wanted to, so I pestered the HR department at General Electric until they hired me. A very quick almost 34 years, 4 Daughters and 9 Grandkids later - here I am .... waiting as patiently as I can, to start the next chapter of our life - romping around in the Caribbean Sea checking out the various islands that we have not been to yet. Holy $hit what a ride~!!!! ;-)

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