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The WatchCat spent a year in Russia and the Middle East in preparation for a government career. Unfortunately she got in a little too deep, and health problems sabotaged her career before it began. The future? Now there's an open question. She gets her paws in the action whenever possible, with or without a paycheck. WatchCat keeps busy supporting the troops, recruiting pararescue candidates, yelling at traitors and helping people navigate the grey areas on international everything.
A close family member is active duty US military, but due to OPSEC (and the general need for family peace), WatchCat is unable to write about that person's activities. She makes the most of the opportunities that God gives her, knowing that she should be dead by now.
And yes, she is married & is going to stay married. Smacks upside the head are delivered as needed to those who don't understand this.
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Good news is that things are moving forward for me getting into the EMT program.
Amusing news is that the unofficial transcript I handed in was accidentally one that had been marked with a job title that I'm sure they don't see too often. I would love to be a fly on the wall when they spot that little sidebar...
And then there's the "now I know why there was an odd feeling about my gut" news. I really hate it when programs don't put all the relevant info on their websites, although I understand that for 99% of people it doesn't make a difference. But once again I'm in that 1%. Because the paramedic program starts in an odd month, under current scheduling I won't be able to fulfill all the paramedic requirements for Oregon before leaving the state. Granted, it's easier to get the cert in most other states, but from the looks of things I'd have to do significant coursework there because of differences in the programs. I still need to do more research on that, but that appears to be the situation.
I can still get my EMT Basic cert here, and I plan to do it. It's the right course of action. But there's also a part of me that's exhausted and fed up with opportunities being dangled in front of me too close to deadlines to actually make them happen. It makes me wonder if long ago I took some wrong turn that put me permanently off course. I know there's more to it than that; I know that the journey is important and things do have a purpose. But it's still tough. I don't ask that attaining my dreams be easy... but it'd be nice if once in a while they'd become attainable.
I'll put up the pics here, but you really should head over to the forum where I got them (with a little help from AaronA as usual) and read the stories people threw in.
The 212th Rescue Squadron as seen by the civilian pilot who dropped in on them...
This Week's Post Was Written By Mark In Honor Of His Wife's
Marvin Glenn & His Wife, Christina
Marvin Glenn was born in Oklahoma, joined the Civilian
Conservation Corps in 1939, and married his wife of over 60 years.
Marvin enlisted in the Navy in 1944, becoming a member of the Greatest
Generation. He chose to serve, despite being exempt due to a heart murmur.
He went on to serve on the Escort Carrier USS Copahee.
After his discharge Marvin became a brick layer, a job he continued to
perform until he was 82 despite only having one eye. Along with being a
brick layer, Marvin maintained a garden which he and his wife used to
provide for themselves, and those in need. The life Marvin lived, in service
to others, inspired his children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and
anyone who came to know him. Marvin was laid to rest in Henryetta, Oklahoma
on January 16, 2010, at the age of 92, with full military
These brave men and women sacrifice so much in their lives so that others
may enjoy the freedoms we get to enjoy everyday. For that, I am proud to
call them Hero.
We Should Not Only Mourn These Men And Women
Who Died, We Should Also Thank God That Such People Lived
This post is part of the Wednesday Hero Blogroll. For more information
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Posted April 18 2007 by Checky (after Virginia Tech)
I'm a firm believer in the right to own a weapon... I'm not going to get into the philosophy of the matter but I will say that guns don't kill people, people kill people.. If the little weird Asian kid couldn't find a firearm you can bet your sweet ass that he would have used another weapon to commit his heinous act... If the asshole had not taken his own life and instead continued on his rampage it would most likely been a GUN from a police officer that would have stopped him... It would have been the same GUN from the police officer that would have stopped him had he been using a flame thrower, hand grenades, a machete, or an improvised explosive device.
It baffles me when I hear people attempt to rationalize the idea of banning firearms... These people are so uninformed and misguided that they have fallen off the bus.. They are so far behind and lack any ability to rationalize the world around them... Instead they close one eye and in the dark space visualize a perfect world full of shinny happy people.... What I want to know is are there any weird Asian kids who go berserk in their little world.. I bet their answer would be no.. But the rational and realistic people know the answer is hell yes there are....You really can't explain anything to these people because they don't want to hear it...Anyway.. I'm rambling.. It had been a while since you kids had a dose of Checky so I thought I would rant for a bit.. I'm now going to bed and on the table to my right will be a pistol armed and ready(see picture below)... This little friend of mine exists in my home for one reason and that is to meet any intruder that may make the fatal error of breaking and entering my home... That would be a bad day for that individual.. As an American I have the right to defend myself from home intruders and you know that I will... That unlucky person, on a really good day, might return from any attempt at breaking into my home as a candidate for a colostomy bag and a tracheal stoma.. That is, if he is lucky enough to require the use of his colon or trachea when im finished... Remember that "on a good day part"... Sleep tight pjcountry... You know I will...
(Cat's note: pic omitted...but it's a nice little friend indeed.)
Checky and I were at a rare public outing, eating dinner and discussing Don Imus, when, we heard a voice from the corner pipe up, "yes, well, he deserved to be fired." Intrigued, I turned and encountered a black dude eating behind us. Of course, dear readers, you know BK is never one to turn down a good discussion, so I proceeded to engage the gentlemen, opining, that although I believed Imus was an idiot and should have apologized to the young ladies, he should not have lost his job, and furthermore, thought it mildly ridiculous the way the media had portrayed the man as the second coming of Simon Legree. I also threw in my belief that I was sick of the "gotcha" race game played by everyone, and that we either let everyone say whatever they want, or nobody can say anything.
The gentleman opined back that only black people were allowed to use language like that, and, furthermore, they were basically allowed to racially slur anyone they wanted (Jews and Koreans were the two he believed most deserving of slurring, but I'm sure the list would have grown if our conversation had gone on longer than the ten minutes) because they were an oppressed minority. He proceeded to enlighten me about how a non black business owner in a black neighborhood should not be allowed, among other gems. I could sense Checky steaming across the table from me, but, like a good compatriot, he allowed me to retort. I proceeded to bury the poor man in a withering verbal logic storm, of which he could not withstand.
I almost felt bad the way I was tearing apart his flimsy arguments, but then I remembered that he had invited himself into our conversation, not me. A funny element was our waitress dropping off a note halfway through our spirited debate that read, "If he's so concerned about the plight of females, ask him why he's an asshole to his waitress." An even funnier element was the visible discomfort among the other patrons. Understand that we were right next to the University of Arizona, and the place had a bunch of young, guilty white liberal kids in it who were not used to some cracker trash like your buddy BK questioning the racial superiority of the american gentleman of african descent. I think they thought the great Race War of 07 was about to start or something. Plus, the guy was like five tables away, so we were pretty much yelling across the room. Pity that we had to leave, I was just starting to enjoy myself. I will say this: even though the man had, shall we say, less than enlightened views on race, our discourse was remarkably civil. A damn shame that all of us couldn't talk to each other that way......
Sorry it's a bit quiet...juggling various responsibilities plus all the hoops I have to jump through before I can apply to the paramedic program is making things a bit interesting. Add some email glitches, blog spammers, and Mr. WatchCat's alarm clock going off when he was already out of the room this morning... I have to remind myself that this has been a productive week despite the fact that I had to skip Krav Maga just to get some vacuuming done.
But I have to laugh when I look at my desk. Left to right is bad enough, but then if I go clockwise....calendar from Rome, pic of Noor and I in Egypt, Arabic flashcards, pic of my best friend and I posing in a Coast Guard rescue raft, a small icon someone brought me from Russia, a pic of some DSS guys in action, a Russian magnet, my Scottish clan crest, a couple catering vouchers for British trains, and to finish it out, under my keyboard is the returned Christmas card for a PJ who didn't send his new address.
I've spent a good portion of this week dealing with some lurking personal security issues. At this stage I don't know that anyone needs to worry. The immediate issues have been dealt with and I'm taking appropriate levels of aciton on the bad vibes.
All this to say that despite the fact I'm looking to add more complications to my life, I haven't been as bored as usual... ;)
I'll put up a couple of PJ Country posts in a moment to keep you all entertained in the meantime...
"Even to the death fight for truth, and the Lord your God will battle for you." -Sirach 4:28
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Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, "Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?" And I said, "Here am I. Send me!" -Isaiah 6:8
As many of you are aware, the PJCountry blog disappeared in November 2008.
I'm doing my best to help the pararescue community by sharing PJ-related news and events on my blog. The following information may be helpful:
You will find answers to many questions at pararescue.com and specialtactics.com
If you're ready to become a PJ, you'll need to decide between Active Duty and Reserve. This will determine who will handle your official recruitment. Visit Contacts and POCs to find the appropriate person or email me.
304th Pararescue Team (Reserve) (Oregon)
If you're on the west coast near Oregon and are considering being a PJ/CRO on the Portland Pararescue Team (commitment of 4 years beyond training), contact TSgt Stanley Iakopo at stanley.iakopo AT us.af.mil or email me.
I have no official role with pararescue or other SpecOps but I know enough to get you connected to the right people. Email to CAT at THEWATCHCAT dot NET
Jubilate Agno, Fragment B
[For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry]
by Christopher Smart
For he is the servant of the Living God, duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in
For is this done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant
For he keeps the Lord's watch in the night against the adversary.
For he is of the tribe of Tiger.
For he purrs in thankfulness when God tells him he's a good Cat.
For he is an instrument for the children to learn benevolence upon.
For every house is incomplete without him, and a blessing is lacking in
For he is the cleanest in the use of his forepaws of any quadruped.
For he is the quickest to his mark of any creature.
For there is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest.
For there is nothing brisker than his life when in motion.
For by stroking of him I have found out electricity.