Centennial of Naval Aviation

Saturday after Neverland at Naval Air Station North Island we celebrated the Centennial of Naval Aviation. There was a large static display of the Navy and Marine Corps historical inventory of flying machines and later a demonstration which lasted for almost three hours. It was the largest dissimilar formation of airplanes ever, and the largest of any formation since entire fighter and bomber squadrons crossed the English Channel in WWII. It was quite a sight. I took most of the pictures included, but some are from the 'net. You'll see that we had excellent seats for viewing and napping during the lulls. The highlight for me was seeing the Grumman F6F fly-by since RBDI piloted this type plane during his career and seeing Redwolf 202, an HH-60H I flew in combat, right next to a UH-1H flown by the Seawolves in Vietnam.

Cyber Hacked!

This past weekend (well Thursday-Tuesday, so more like, last week) I was enjoying a lovely place called Park City, you know riping it up in the pow, when something terrible happened. Well, if I just went out and told you, it would be way less interesting, so here's the lead in:



Our wolfpack of 5 met up at the top of the Motherload lift. Everyone was pumping tunes. Ready to rock. So we head down to epic-town with the plan being just to meet at the bottom of the lift. Well, while jammin out to some sweet tune-age, RBDIII misses the meet up point, and is now separated. After comms were re-established, I get a text that says something like, "My ski fell off at the bottom of lift, can you go get it?" For some reason, I find this particularly humorous, and point the skis downhill to located said ski. I get to the bottom to find the ski has already been sent back up. I'm riding the lift alone, and think, "Hey, I should check my email and make sure I'm not missing anything." 200 emails. Whoa. Definitely missed something.

Missed the fact...that I was CYBER HACKED!!!

Some loony-toon decided it'd be funny to send my friends, family, and business-folk alike some sort of spam link ranging from movie-looking links, to some, well, slightly more embarrassing links. Yikes.

What to do? I decide I need to write an apology for filling folks emails with what was seemingly a harmless email from a friend. I didn't really expect any real responses, but I got all sorts of responses. "I still hate you" responses, "What are you up to" responses, "I didn't get the email" responses, some business from people in the film world, and some thank you responses. I was most interested by the last group. Who knew that sending out an apology email for spamming peeps would elicit a thank you. Moral of the story, if you take a few seconds to do what you think "the right thing" is, people appreciate it. (Also, you can reconnect with people in your industry, but that's more self-serving and stuff).

Welp, here's to checking gmail on https from here on out. Hopefully more news to deliver in the coming weeks.

Don't Stand So Close To Me

I am reading a deliciously good book; one that has me grinning as I turn the page and wondering what could possibly happen next or when these idiots are going to get caught. I can't help but feel that this is the kind of book that I could write myself, if I had any knowledge of scandalous love affairs in New York City. I'm embarrassed to be enjoying it because it's not a classic or enlightening. So embarrassed in fact that I am thankful it's on my ipad so that I don't have to hide the cover on my bus rides; though I do still shield the screen from wandering eyes. The point of this is to say that on a gloomy, cold, rainy day in San Francisco I was looking forward to eating lunch at my desk and then locating a soft, comfortable reading chair somewhere with a hot tea to lose myself in Rachel and Dex's dramatic lives for what surely be a swift hour.

I try Tulley's coffee right by the office. Their chairs are less comfortable than my desk chair. I try Peet's Coffee and Tea (because it smells divine) only to realize that there are zero places to sit - forget comfortable! So I head to the old reliable Starbucks and resign myself to the fact that I'll have to get comfortable with bench seating next to two men having the typical "can I meet you for coffee to discuss my career" conversation and a woman chatting away into those ubiquitous white iphone headphones. Rachel, Darcy, Hillary and Dex beckon. I settle in with my medium vanilla latte and fire up the ipad.

Dreams squashed. Apparently I am much more approachable than people tell me. A young man, we'll call him Alex (because that's his name) sat down and without so much as a glance from me starting asking me questions. How are you? What do you do? How did you get interested in that? Are you the only girl in the office? Do you have plans this weekend? I promise, to all those readers out there who may be excited for a potential love interest in my life that they would not have entertained this particular option. Honest Promise. How do I exit the conversation gracefully? Here is how that exchange went down:

Me: I'm really interested in this book and only have a few minutes before I get back to work
Alex: Oh how great! An engineer that loves to read!
Me: Yep. (I'm half wanting to tell him that I am engrossed in chick lit but don't want to engage)
Alex: That's just so rare. What are your favorite books?
Me: All of them but maybe the one I'm trying to read now.
Alex: No, really. Pick one. I'll buy you a cupcake if we have the same one.
Me: I don't really want a cupcake but To Kill a Mockingbird or Monkey Wrench Gang
Alex: What are the chances? Me too! Chocolate, vanilla or red velvet?

Lunch time book diversion: Fail. Possible new friend in the city: Fail. Graceful exit: Fail. You can't make that stuff up my friends.

How Come You Don't Call Me?

Earlier this week I discovered that I do not get cell service in my office building. Giant bummer. Texts come in hours after they have been sent. Calls don't register until they've gone to voicemail. Words with friends barely registers. I've even lost connection to Pandora. It's all so troubling. Even though zero events in my own personal life require an immediate connection to those only reachable by phone, they've got a lot going on. So I sent out the following email:

Hello Family (and Friends)–
I’ve discovered that I don’t get cell service in the office building. So if you really need to reach me for matters relating to the following:
· Grandparent and other family drama
· Baby News
· Confirmation Hearing
· Deployment
· Big Breaks
· Teenage Wasteland
· Next Great American Novel or Short Story ideas

Or anything else you deem important enough to not be able to wait until my lunch hour or after work (or you just want to chat). Please call: xxx.xxx.xxxx
Keep in mind that I work in a small cubicle (some of you have been lucky enough to view it via webcam) so calling just to giggle is hilarious but unproductive.

Y’all rock.
TD

That's a lot of ground I have to cover for such a small inner circle! Interestingly enough - at least two of those events happened on that very day (not including the giggle inducing calls from LDL). Things that make you go hmm.

feeling left out

and so we are packing up and moving on ourselves!

our move is less like RBDIII and FTD who moved from the east to the west,

and more like CMD...a move across the street.

for us, this means packing up all of our belongings and driving them 1.5 miles

to our new townhouse.  i never thought i would be excited about living in a townhouse;

BUT we'll have 3 floors!  thats one floor for each hour that little p is awake!

and a dishwasher...oh how i can't wait for a dishwasher. 

life changing.

i'm trying to remain positive because i loathe moving,

and p loathes the sound of packing tape which makes it difficult to construct my boxes while he is awake,

but he isn't sleeping so great (duh) so i can't use it while he sleeps either.

oh dear.

so far this week i have packed 4 boxes.

one a day.

we move in 8 days.

i should get a "move" on it.

thanks for the help P man!

oh those long flowing locks...one day we'll cut it...when we aren't

puking or packing.  and maybe when the sun decides to come out.

i'm no use for anything in this weather. which is why p is always wearing his florida gear.

wishful thinking.

p.s.  sprout #2 is 13 weeks tomorrow and doing great. praise be to God!

spice up my life mom!

dear mrs. b,

lately i have been giving my mom a hard time about eating.

no one really believes this (probably because of my weight),

but i must admit, it's true.

this was me when she tried veggies or meat...

just playing and playing...this is a fun game,

the peas jump right off my tray if i push them just right.

i might try a carrot...

gross! who eats this stuff?

maybe my mom will eat it for me...

no luck.  sheesh.

but then, the best thing i ever ate in my short life

was introduced to me.

JAMBALAYA!!

(my mom says for you and PEW to please not judge...

she had to use what she already had on hand...)

recipe courtesy of mrs. b.

this stuff is delicious!

good.

so good.

thank you.

love,

sweet p

Friday Night in Neverland

A mutual friend had a going away party in SD last weekend. In keeping with tradition, she rented out the Pacific Beach VFW and put on a little costume party. We've had Rubik's cube, favorite MTV reality character, bar golf, and pajama themed parties there as friends have come and gone. Last weekend's theme was "Neverland." Even though we all vowed to attend wearing red leather jackets and gloves on a single hand, we succumbed to the real theme of "Never-Never Land." Pirate was the most common costume, and the best costume probably went to a pair arriving as Captain Hook and Smee. Tick Tock the Croc was also in attendance and scared most people not by threatening to chomp off their hands but by breaking kneecaps and ankles on the dance floor. Our roommates went as Tiger Lily, Michael Darling (complete with top hat and umbrella), John Darling (including teddy bear) and we got to claim the Croc as a member of our entourage. Of course Peter Pan was there in force, and we'll claim a few odd costumes (including a bear boy and the infamous Neverland banana) as part of the Lost Boys. As if living in PB and attending costume parties wasn't a big enough clue, our major weekend goal is to follow Peter Pan's direction: "Follow me and never worry about grown-up things again!" Of course, on Monday we'll have to start running from the shadows of the party nights!

Whats that? Oh, yes, I'm a filmmaker

I had a lovely evening on the set of a commercial the other night. I was relaxing with the likes of Evan Longoria, Ray Rice, and Kyle Busch just kickin back and having a few laughs on the beaches of Daytona sipping on some boat drinks getting waited on hand and foot.

Okay, okay, there is only a grain of truth to that.

I happened to be in Daytona Beach to be an extra (a SAG extra, mind you) for a secret Proctor and Gamble product commercial. The main dudes in the commercial(s) were, in fact, the athletes mentioned, but we weren't sipping boat drinks together. But, how cool would that have been?

In reality, I sat in a room with some fellow extras for about 7 hours before anyone from production said "boo" to me. We did get some delicious lunch and had some snacks at our disposal as well, which, as you should know, was pleasing to me.

Tic-tock tic-tock. The time drags on as the other extras get to go shoot their little bits as I cool my heals, but wait! My time has come! Here I go to shoot my commercial in all of it's glory! I hope the back of my head looks good. The director informs us(now I am hanging out with my close, personal friends Evan and Kyle) that this spot will look a lot like a scene from The Shining. How, you ask? Keep your eyes peeled for a Gilette commercial with some famous dude, and a couple athletes in it. (see what I did there?) Anyway, as this continues, I get the feeling that maybe, just maybe my face will actually been seen, which is awesome, mainly because that would mean getting upgrade, in turn, leading to more money.

They want to get Evan and Kyle out of there, so we shoot their face-on shots and then stop down to do their other spots. Back to the bullpen for me. Snack time.

A few hours later, as I am the only non-production personnel on set, they come back for me, and we shoot the other half of the spot I'll be in. Boom. Close-up (sorta) of this mug. That takes an hour-ish, then I head back downstairs where I'm informed I need to fill out some more paperwork. Which meaaans, a few extra bones being thrown my way, and it'll actually count for the ol' resumé.

It only took 12+ hours, but I managed to work my way into another commercial. You all should probably watch TV non-stop from here to eternity so you can see me.


And, no, I don't know when(if) it will start running.

Dancing in the Moonlight

*Internet Update - I still don't have it at my house but someone left theirs unlocked. I'll be using it until they get smarter. Fingers crossed.*

I have tons to write about. My first day at work. Finding the right bus. Getting caught in the rain. Losing my keys. Pax rolling in mud. Lunch with co-workers. Bus rides in general. Video chats with Peter and no sound. I promise I'm going to get to all that soon now that I am back on the grid. We all (all 7 of us) know that I'm at my funniest and best when the story has just happened. This blog post is fielding a request - ELEPHANT SEALS.

During the last leg of my cross country journey, mom was gracious enough to join for the loads of fun that is the Pacific Coast Highway. Seriously, it is beautiful and we saw some great vistas. Plus, we had a most awesome lunch on the beach after having played with Pax in the surf for hours. No need to mention that I also dropped my keys in the sand and left the car unlocked. Luckily we (mom) captured the keys from a beach comber who picked them up earlier. I'm pretty sure she wanted to keep them. What she thought she was doing to do with keys to an old Honda is a mystery to me. After that ordeal mom and I treated ourselves to some whiskey sours. We earned them.

But I digress. After 7 hours on Highway 1 mom decides to pull over in what I think is an attempt to view a sunset possible as good as the ones appearing overher beloved Pensacola Beach. My impatient self is begging her (in my inside my brain voice) to please keep going. We have at least 20 minutes until the sunsets. Reluctantly I get out of the car as the man next to me says "You HAVE TO go see them! It's unreal!". I have no idea what this man is talking about. Californians are crazy - you gotta be careful out here. I put on a layer and jump out. Then jump back in to put on another layer, grab my camera and yell "okay"! Hoards of people are staring out at the ocean. We get closer and hear ridiculous moaning sounds. Lo and behold. . . . .

Elephant Seals

Because she is a seasoned road-tripper mom had been reading the signs for the seal viewing and it was well worth the stop. There were at least a hundred of them. Moms, Dads and Pups. Feeding, playing, throwing sand on top of themselves and each other. And check out that trunk on the one headed into the ocean!

There were a few activities that took me by surprise. A momma seal left her young pup all alone while a charging giant male headed straight for it. A bunch of them were using their flippers to toss sand on their backs. Some would move as quickly as they could (actually pretty fast) and then sink into what appeared to be a coma. Still, other activities appeared a little rough - like they were fighting. And why is that male all up on the female while she's trying to feed her pup. I turned to mom and said "what do you think they are doing?"

That look wasn't telling me anything. Since I am a Dalton I am also familiar with the numerous things you can learn on a road side sign. For instance, that's how I learned to run crooked when being chased by an aligator (Bike through the Everglades). It's how I learned The Moss Lady was just typical Florida Spanish Moss (Indian Princess Campout) and that dear old fred died when a rock fell on his head (Walt Disney World).

So I found the sign.

Ohhhhhhhhh. Riiiiiiiiight. Got it.

Until next time; just trying to keep my head above the fog.

Are You Getting On or WHAT!?

P man LOVES his bus.

But he takes driving the bus seriously.

VERY seriously.



At first,

as he comes to your bus stop,he is very cordial,

a happy bus driver welcoming his riders.

Don't be late,

I really don't appreciate tardy riders

Start running or I am going to leave you!

Lady!

Quit kissing him, we'll be back this afternoon,

assuming we make it to school on time.

Okay, now I am angry.

Get on the bus or we are leaving without you.

Get on the bus!

Whew. 

Finally moving along.  Next time,

those kids are going to walk.



 



Gotta check da email

The day started innocently enough, picking up Peter Man, LDL and BML at MCO for their business/pleasure trip to 1127 and surrounding areas. The drive home was pretty entertaining as Pistol decided he liked the tunes being provided by Alt Nation on Sirius, and did a little dancing for us.



Cute kid, huh?

So, I left 1127 to get huge at the gym. But before I ventured into Domination Station, I thought it'd be a good idea to check my email (http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail.html). This was at 10:45. I didn't get my pump on until 3:45. What could have possibly delayed me this long, you ask? Well read on, faithful reader(s).

Inbox was fairly loaded, mostly with emails of the junk or junk-ish variety. But alas, a few stood out. One being from my now lone agent(more on that later), and the other from a stranger who was producing some webisodes and wanted to know if I was interested. I was intrigued, at least. Email from the agent: Canadian "Bath Tissue" to be seen by only the Canucks. Decent money. Solid. Shoot date? Boom, I'll be here. Sign me up. Oh, callback date, I'm supposed to be atop a glorious mountain of snow for the first day of shredding. So, I ponder away, and decide, if I get a callback, I can change the flight to Friday evening and just miss a day of gnar(or pow pow, or whatever they call it out there). Problem solved, with some lingering doubts.

On to the mystery producer. He/She/They/It/Shim have been "hired" to produce what will hopefully be a web-series and wants me to audition for one of the characters. I say I'll look at the script(mostly to make sure it wasn't on the shady side of the industry). It isn't. So, I tape, edit, and send in my audition. Shortly thereafter, a reply says it looks like I'm reading off the page. Duh, you sent it to me like 3 nano-seconds ago. Whatev. Lunch time.

Back from lunch, I do take two. Tape, edit, send. Apparently it was good enough for a request to be made on my availability. Perfect. I'm gone from Feb 17-22, March 4-6(this date comes into play in the next section), will be filming March 11-13 and another weekend in March to be named. So, maybe I'm not AS available as I lead on. We'll deal with that if/when it comes up. And, surely, it will. Regardless, a promising "lead"on a project that at least 5 people will see.

Right. March 4-6. I, along with RBDIII, will be attending a joint party for another pair of brothers from the neighborhood down in Key West for some shuffle-board and some virgin daquiris on the beach. Sounds lovely, right? Well, no doubt, it will be. So I marked it off so the production I can't really talk about that is supposed to be bigger than I think it will probably be, doesn't select that weekend to shoot. Oh, but I forgot I planned a trip, so of course that's one of the weekends they picked. Shocker. This coming two days after telling RBDIII I am definitely going, so he can book his flight, for a pretty penny. Um, ahem, I don't mean to be a pain, but I marked that weekend off.....Right, overlooked that, we're sorry, no worries, someone else has a conflict too, you're good. Sweet. Good thing I didn't stress over that at all.

Almost forgot the "now lone agent" thing. When I first started my journey to break into the industry, I sent out my info to most of the local agencies. Was rejected by a few, and accepted by four. Well, three, and eventually signed on with a family friend who has a very reputable agency. Anywho, over the years, I dropped two of the four fairly easily, and was left with two. One, with whom I've booked the most money to date. The other can probably take me further in the long run(and is also the family friend). I decide to look to the future and break up with the one I've made some money with. I dreaded the phone call, and it went about as expected, but I sure am glad to have the weight off my shoulders of "meaning" to make the call.

So I load myself full of PEDs and make my way into the thunder-dome. 3:45. AND THERE IS SOMEONE IN HERE?!?!?! Total BS. Thankfully I scare her off with my grunting and dropping of weights.

Back to 1127 just in time to see the Rock eat/throw around dinner and take a bubble bath. Jealous. I managed to give Pete his bottle sans milkboarding. Success.

I promise I'll never put you through this long of a blog again. +10 if you read the whole thing.

And remember, Don't Sweat the Technique.

The Road to California

I should have been blogging from the road. My apologies for not representing the West Coast side bloggers as advertised. I've been on the road since January 31. The following is an account of my travels and the hellhole that is the state of Texas.

January 31: Pensacola, FL

Although the origin of the trip was Orlando, FL, the road there is well traveled. I spent some quality time with family members (including RBDIII) and enjoyed waking up to this most awesome sunrise. It really never gets old. After 2 days in the panhandle I made my way through Summer 2010 stomping grounds on my way to New Orleans, LA.

February 1 - New Orleans, LA

My awesome pal JPG allowed me to accompany him to a Hornets game against the Wizards in "The Hive". Trombone Shorty was there. Yep. I hang with famous people.

I should have realized that since I get "home away from home" treatment on Versailles that Pax would too. After terrorizing a few cats and making new friends with a wonderful pup he landed a sweet present. Sponge Bob Squarepants. SBSP started out with both arms, both legs and some stuffing. Pax won't go anywhere without him on this road trip. I'm not entirely sure that SBSP was meant to leave his original home but Sadie didn't seem to mind.

February 2 - New Orleans, LA to San Antonio, TX
And the real road trip begins. After picking up my intrepid fellow traveler, PEW, in New Orleans we head onward to San Antonio. We are not on the road for more than an hour when I notice that my passenger is pressing the imaginary brake with some force and frequency. She thinks I drive too fast and too close to other cars. I had to inform her that I was not tailgating, but "drafting". Big difference and could save us loads in gas money later - if I could find a gas station. Raise your hand if you think Texas is sunny, warm, rolling landscape and full of handsome cowboys. Disappointment Station. Pax barely wanted to get out of his box in the back to go to the bathroom. Speaking of that - Texas has some work to do with their rest stations. "Dog Play Area" between cars and trailers? No thank you. We roll into town before dark but just after the park service closes The Alamo. All I got was a drive by shooting. So, no awesome Mexican on the famed Riverwalk but I did manage to embarrass myself plenty by accidentally mispronouncing "quesadilla". Yay.

February 4 - San Antonio, TX to El Paso, TX

No one told us that El Paso is Spanish for "town to just pass through" or something similar. I'm just throwing that out there. Worst leg of the trip 10 times over. It was freezing. There were no gas stations. When there were stations they either had no gas or no water. Rest areas were closed (no water). Rest areas that were open had creepy old men serving as greeters. Blowing snow the entire trip. Bizarre country interchanges pretending to be your typical cloverleaf. Absolutely nothing to look at (when you could see through the snow). Ghetto hotel. Random power outages across the city (Mexico was as bright as can be). I used my emergency flashlight for a while but then got annoyed that I didn't think to bring in the alcohol from the car - could've had a pretty awesome rave. We could not get out of there fast enough. I told PEW that I wouldn't have blamed her if she wanted me to drop her off at the nearest airport and call it quits. Misery all around. We did manage to have a decent meal at the Mexican place next to the hotel. PEW made some friends (naturally) and we headed back to the hotel just in time for the next power outage. Buying electricity from Mexico? Really? I don't think I'll ever like Texas.

February 4 - El Paso, TX to Palm Desert, CA

Since I couldn't wait to get out of the barren wastelands of Texas we drove pretty fast and without stopping until we got to the great state of California. Thank goodness. I had my first In and Out Burger. Pax ran around in some fabulous rest areas and every person we met wanted to play with him. Temperatures climbed steadily until we landed at an awesome 65 and sunny. There was beautiful scenery and cool wind farms. Yay California. The hotel had heated pools and courtyards for the dog. Palm Trees and Sunshine. It was like heaven.

Work in Progress

He stands! 

This was taken a little over a week ago so he has progressed.

As in, now he stands for one second before dive bombing onto me, the bed,

or in unfortunate situations...the hardwood floor.

Brown Bear, Brown Bear

This morning P greeted us with his new favorite book,

Brown Bear Brown Bear, What Do You See?

I have it memorized.

Over the last couple of days P has developed an obsession with this book,

he finds it wherever it is and brings it to me to read.

And is intent on helping turn the pages.

I see a brown bear, a red bird, a yellow duck, a blue horse,

a green frog, a purple cat, a white dog, a black sheep, a goldfish,

a teacher, and children looking at me!

Side note: in the future I think I will spend a little more time "editing" our photos.

For instance, is it possible to replace pjs with jeans?

Also, I am spending too much time on the internet reading other blogs,

it is a strange world out there. 

We look forward to some family, friends

 & Florida sunshine in less than 24 hours!

What is it you say you do here?

Judging from the looks of family members I get when I try to explain that being a pilot is no longer my primary job I thought a little insight would be in order. The linked article provides a very good overview of my responsibilities performing a mission that is apparently fit for a prince...

Prince Harry the JTAC

Decisions, Decisions

It seems that all I have to do to get a audition that would pay decent money, is plan a trip I really want to go on.

Once again, this is the case. I am, and have been, planning on joining the eldest of the bloggers out west for a little snow shredding session, which will no doubt, be awesome.

As I checked my email this morning, I saw an email from my agent. Awesome. Any sort of audition at this juncture is welcome. Oh, the shoot dates coincide directly with the dates of the ski trip. Yikes.

What to do, what to do.

I could go to the audition, and book the job, and not go skiing. Or tell my agent about the trip, and not go to the audition, and risk drawing the ire of my agent. Of course there is the much more likely scenario of going to the audition and not booking the job, which would not make the agent mad(since they would be none the wiser about the dilemma ) and allow me to grace the slopes of Park City with my presence. Of course this would mean money left on the table.

I guess there is no use in crying over spilled milk, or milk that's still in the carton, or milk that's spilled directly into the sink.

Tune in next time to find out what happens.

Betrayed...

I told you about that time P man was betrayed,

by his most favorite thing in the entire world

(besides his mother of course).

The night started off innocently enough,

Dad was in charge of dinner and bath time while I took a little nap.

There aren't a lot of things better than cuddling with sweet clean smelling baby

while he enjoys his nightcap of delicious milk.

And then it happened...the horrible thing.

Someone forgot to screw on the top of the bottle and all 9 ounces came gushing out.

Milkboarded, we called it.

Poor little man had to have a quick navy shower,

 a pajama change, and worst of all? 

 He had to wait an extra five minutes for his nightcap.

Not to worry, we made up...he loves his Florida pjs.

A Body in Motion Stays in Motion

Welp. Another address for me. Since 2002, I have never lived in one place for more than a year. Moving from 1127 to the glorious Hume Hall got me started on my nomadic journey. Granted it only spans three cities, but over the past nine years I have moved eleven times calling eight different locations home. 1127 to Hume to 18th Terrace to 11th Ave to the Tau Mansion back to 18th Terrace back to 1127 to 101 Eola to Grover Ave to Eastover Ridge back to 1127 back to 101 Eola.

Phew.

I don't really know what information will interest the readers, but since this is my first post, I'm not going to apologize too much for it being terrible. Deal with it. I'm pumped to be in my new spot, living by myself. It's definitely nice. Since I have lived in pretty much every imaginable living situation scenario, I do think this living alone thing is my favorite. No offense to those that have families and can't do anything about their "roommates".

I'm hoping that this change of venue will also bring about some other changes, like, career-wise, for example. Not sure exactly how the two would be correlated, but hey, you never know. I guess that's not entirely true since I've had some exciting news of late. Oh, you haven't heard? I recently shot a commercial for PGATour.com (in which I will appear with my close, personal friend Dustin Johnson....again) and found out I was cast in a independent film. Now before you go all coo-coo for coco puffs, it's not going to be in Cannes or Sundance or anything of that nature. But, it will be a good experience and will hopefully provide me with some good tape. I guess most of all, hopefully it will be a good film. I know you all will want to ask a bunch of questions I don't know the answers to, but, I had to sign a non-disclosure agreement. So, you'll just have to wait for it to "come out."

That's really all I've got for now. Hopefully I'll have some interesting stuff to post on a regular basis. Stay tuned.

Here we go again...

Ta-Da! 

P man is going to be a big brother,

new little one is expected sometime in early September.

Praise God from Whom all blessings flow (words from our sweet friend Coco).

Hopefully P will learn to take naps before the new arrival,

we are tired over here!

But thankful.

Someone has to start somewhere...

I guess that person is me. 

 I thought we would have an introduction post because,

 lets be honest, if I wait for everyone all of my hard work getting that picture up will be in vain.

Hopefully this blog will help keep us up to date

with the comings and goings of all of us,

and provide some entertainment for whomever wants to follow us.

Introducing....

RBD: San Diego, Navy Pilot, oldest brother

FTD: San Francisco, Engineer, the first twin sister

LDL: Annapolis, Mom, the "other" twin sister

BML: Annapolis, Contract Negotiator, the in-law

CMD: Orlando, Actor, the little brother.

So, here we are!  Who's next?