Woke up this morning and looked at the clock and it was 5:12. Apparently I accidently shut my alarm off off yesterday. I just woke up anyway. Lucky me.
I’m off tomorrow, the OI Girl gets here in the morning. I am excited!
Last night, on the phone, I was talking to the Fundgirl. Her best friend refers to me now as “The Cheater”. The Fundgirl isn’t mad, nor does she think I’m a cheater, but says she’d probably tell someone in her position the same thing. She said she can see her friends point. She asked me to reverse positions, to put myself in her shoes. Hmmmm. I told her I wanted a relationship, and that I liked her. She said she liked me, but didn’t want a relationship. Nothing has ever happened between us, we’ve never kissed. The fundgirl must have conveyed a different idea to her friend than she conveyed to me, or I’m not looking at it the same way they are.
I met The Fundgirl only two or three weeks before I met the OI girl. I want to keep her as a friend, and I’m not going to fool around on the OI girl.

I had to work early this morning. I almost missed it. I went to bed last night and didn’t even think about it. then this morning the alarm went off and I lazily hit the snoze then all of a sudden, it hit me! Broadcast at 7:30! I popped tall, got showered, shaved and coffeed and out the door. Now I’m ready for a second broadcast. I got the equipment set up and I’m sitting in this cofee place on the second floor and I can see where the RC van is parked and I have about 30 mins before we go on the air.
I’m really getting pissed at my boss. I was on vacation last week. Before I even left he asked me to change my dates so I caould work. I ended up cutting two days off the front of my vacation. Then he starts calling while I’m in vacation and wants me to come back a day early. Which I did.
Now As I’ve already mentioned, The OI Girl is coming this weekend. I have secured the weekend off. Yesterday, by boss started pinging for me to come in and work Saturday. I told him no. I have plans. He said I could let her sleep in and it’s only in the morning and I could bring her with me and on and on. I said no. The conversation ended with him asking me to think about it. I said no. I hope he’s not confused, that he thinks maybe I’ll work Saturday, cause I won’t.

Yesterday was real nice. After work I took my dog for a beach walk and ran into some old neighbors of mine from when I lived on Boggy Sand Road. We talked and talked till the sun went down. It seems like, (and I’ve said this before) that once I get home, I end up staying home. I always plan on going out but then things happen, I get lazy, check the email, check the blog, or take a nap or something. Then I get the idea that it’s too late to go out and I stay in. It was great to get out, it always is. I should never go home! (But I gotta walk the dog after work)
Anyway, we go on the air in about 10 minutes so I gotta get going.

Donald Rumsfeld is giving the president his daily
briefing. He concludes by saying: “Yesterday, 3 Brazilian soldiers were killed.”

“OH NO!” the President yells. “That’s terrible!”

His staff sits stunned at this display of emotion,
nervously watching as the President sits, head in hands.

Finally, the President looks up and asks, “Exactly
how many is a brazillion?”

Click HERE to play an MP3. It’s a song called Gasolina. It is the kind of song that gets in your head and replays itself. I like the song, it is in Spanish and I don’t know what the words mean, but it sounds funny and I think children would like this song too.
Let me know what you (and your kids) think.
Ha hA! You’re gonna think it’s stupid!

Speaking of stupid; here’s todays fun fact. I have several identical pairs of swim trunks. At home, in the car, at work, and one (almost) always on me under my clothes. That way I can swim whenever and whereever I want and then change and never have wet swim trunks on under my clothes. They’re the same so nobody can tell I change them and it looks like I have only one pair. Usually I can get a freshwater rinse after swimming but I sometimes go back to work salty and sandy and crusty!
Don’t tell, I’d be embarrased if anybody knew!

I’m back to work today. I’m not supposed to go back till tomorrow, but my boss called Saturday and asked me to come in. I guess I can’t stay on the island and take vacation at the same time. If you recall, I delayed the start of my vacation by two days. Now I’ve ended it a day early. I don’t really feel bitter about it, I could say no. I am getting friday off!
When I walked the dog this morning, the sun wasn’t up, but there was a perfect transition in the sky from total darkness to the palest blue. It was the plainest, least detailed sunrise you could imagine, and that in itself made unique and interesting.

Here’s a fact about me: when I was in Grade One, I got good grades, a lot of “A’s”. Then we moved and in the second grade, I hated my new school and teacher and I got bad grades. My parents tried to punish me for getting bad grades, to try to force me to get good grades. In order to show that I knew what they were doing and that it wouldn’t work, I continued to get bad grades. If they had quit punishing me, or told me to get whatever kind of grades I wanted, I would have gotten good grades. But in order to show them who was in charge, I did the opposite of what they wanted me to do. I went through all my school years getting bad grades, and getting into trouble every time school grade cards came out. If my parents had ever quit trying to make me get good grades, I would have and could have easily.
What if I tried to train my dog to sit, and beat him every time he did not sit and never gave him a treat when he did? He would probably try to run every time I said the word “sit”. I have never hit my dog (except once, when he bit a cat I was introducing him to) and when I tell him to sit, his ass hits the floor immediately. He has always been extremely rewarded for good behavior tries soo hard to be good. And he is!
I wouldn’t change hardly anything about my past, because then I might not be me now. I’m not complaining about my parents, they did the best they could, but I wouldn’t do everything the way they did.

Went diving this afternoon, it was an interesting one and entertaining and challenging. I was diving with an Open Circuit (OC) diver, and his instructor/guide. Our profile was 240 feet for 20 minutes, after deco we would have been underwater for 83 minutes. Since we had an OC diver, we swam out to the main wall on the surface. Current was pretty strong on the surface, but not unmanagable. When we descended, Oh MAN O MAN! The current was ripping! We could barely move against it. We aborted the dive after a very few minutes. Max depth 118 feet. We swam back to the top of the wall, and clawed our way across the sand flats. Current was so strong it took us an hour to make it across. Normally it takes 10 minutes. the OC guy switched from his bottom mix to his deco gas because the bottom mix doesn’t have a lot of O2 for a strenuous swim. I signaled him to stay close to me because I knew his gas wouldn’t last long enough. When he signaled he had 500 PSI left in his 40 cubic foot tank of 36% We traded bottles and I gave him my 63 cubic foot bailout bottle of 38% O2. Since I’m on a rebreather, my bailout gas is normally not needed, which is why I wasn’t using it. My bailout bottle was jam packed with gas, 3200 PSI in a tank made for 3000 PSI. When we got out he was down to 500 PSI again and it was a cool dive.
Then we were hanging out cleaning our equipment when we hear a whistle. We see a diver, out clinging to a bouy, No wait, there’s 4 divers, 3 not on the buoy! A dive shop employee took an underwater scooter out and promptly disappeared. We see a kayak from some adjacent condos go out and go to the divers, then around the bend, pretty soon the only one left is the guy hanging on the buoy. So the instructor/guide gives me 2 dive shop scooters, and I scooted out there, gave him one and we scootered back. At the condos, I see people calling for us to come there, but I yelled to them we’re going back to the dive shop on the scooters. I thought one of the people was the rescue diver from the dive shop, but it wasn’t. When we get back to the dive shop, the guy I went out to get wants to know where the other divers are. I said I thought that was them on the shore, he says it wasn’t . He asks if I have a boat. I tell him I actually don’t work for the dive shop. Then a girl from his dive group comes walking up the street. Aparently she made it to the condos, but the kayak with two people is missing, the rescue diver is missing and two divers are still missing. That’s 5 people missing! We tell the instructor/guide to call 911.
A few minutes later we see the kayak come back. Then we find out the kayak took the people ashore down around the bend on a beach and that everybody is accounted for. All is well that ends well.

It’s Sunday morn, I’m almost done with my coffee. Getting ready to go diving this afternoon. Too deep for my camera.
My apartment is a mess. I clean and it gets worse. Actually I started cleaning and never finished. I think I’ll hire a maid. I used to have a maid come once a week, but now I have a dog and don’t know how he’d handle a stranger coming in the house.
There’s not much to write about today. Mosquitos are bad. Anytime it rains, the mosquito population explodes. Austrailians call them mozzies, Americans call them skeeters.
I have a little headache this morning.
I guess that’s all for now!

I was tagged by Daisy Mae. Here’s what I’m supposed to do:

1. Delve into your blog archive.

2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
My 23rd post is entitled “May First”. Ironic that it is this post

3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
1: My long period of celibacy ended. 2:Last night a girl I really like called and said she was locked out of her house, could she come over. 3:So I said yes. 4:SHe is much younger than I and has a perfect body. 5: big firm tits and tiny waist and perfect ass. It was fabulous. I can go a long time without sex and THINK I’m horny, but after I get laid once, THEN I am REALLY horny.

4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas…
meanings and hidden agendas, there are none. She is truly beautiful. Her perfection described in the fifth line showed me there are things better than I can imagine. I was and still am very lucky. I was divorced, then with a girl for about two years in a long distance relationship and found out she had someone else the whole time. That was 2001 – 2003. I was in the pits for a long time from that. I’m not saying I was completely squashed, but I was definitely living half-heartedly. Then this girl called out of the blue and helped bring me back. I am grateful she came over when she did. I haven’t talked to her since she left that next morning, but she re-ignited my desire for intimate companionship, and re-set me on my journey today. It was a turning point in my life. There is nothing better on this Earth than being with a woman.

5. Tag five people to do the same.
Everybody I know has already been tagged by this one, So if you’re reading this and haven’t done it, Consider yourself tagged!

No comments from anyone yesterday, sheesh!
I can’t think of anything to post. I’m going in an hour to pick up an ink cartridge to send to Cayman Brac.
Oh yeah, I’m growing a beard. Actually a moustache and goatee.
I want to go diving today. I have plans to go tomorrow, 240 feet with an instructor and his student. I think I’m the stand by-carry extra breathing gas guy.
I’ve been sleeping late on this vacation, like 9 o-clockish. Un believable. But it feels good. I bet it’s really dark when I start getting up at 5Am again!
This is a pic I could have posted yesterday. I like it. I cropped it to get the effect I wanted.

I won’t be sharing the steamy details, I just wanted to get your attention. I will tell you some details though. After my Oct 1 post, I was fighting to keep a good attitude. I was at the hotel, 50 yards away from where she was working, and I emailed her. I told her basically the same thing that was in my post 1 October. I felt the need to communicate and email seemed the best way. After that we talked, we got to understand each other better and it all worked out better than I could have expected. I won’t tell you any steamy details, but she’s coming Friday for the weekend. I already told the Fundgirl and I will tell P this evening: No way! I won’t date more than one person at a time.

Here’s some pics of the Brac. That thing on my back is called a scuba tank. That’s how the cave man dived before rebreathers were invented. the first pic was taken by J.C. of Houston Texas, USA. He and I were dive buddies when the IO Girl was working. I have my camera in my hand, taking a picture of a crab and a seashell inside the barrell sponge. I am NOT touching the sponge, nor did I touch it.

I took this one of the IO Girl.