September 11th

What was your first thought on that morning 7 years ago? Many of thoe who heard didn't know what to think. Some worried about their family members who were possibly on that plane. Other's immediately sought revenge. But for all of us, it meant that our perfect little nation that payed for our health care and allowed the abortion of children, would never be the same. The days after 9/11, many inspiring speeches were made by congressmen and governors and politicians in general. Almost ALL put aside their differences and united together under one banner to retaliate against the new threat. At that time, Americana's finally stopped bickering and sucked it all up and retaliated. 7 years have now passed and we are on the same day that 2974 Americans lost their lives to a sick and twisted enemy. And look at what we're doing. We're arguing once again about matters... that in comparison to 911, are jovial. What happened to the camaraderie we saw? What happened to the zeal and passion? Where'd the fire that could be seen in the eyes of all Americans go? It's still there. Underneath the constant crying and whining and selling of jets on Ebay, lies an American. An American that wants the best for their country. An American who will seek revenge on those who sought to hurt their fellowmen. They're still there. Do not forget.














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Hey ya'll. this is our newest and greatest video from Basile Arts. If you got problems with us slamming Obama, dont watch.

Cascade Falcon 13.

Wow. Hey everyone I'm back. Sorry it's been a while since I last posted but I've been EXTREMELY busy all summer long and have neglected my cyber life for like a month now. Which is ok because I haven't had to deal with your comments. Heheh yea...... not really. So anyways I just got back from Basic Encampment like a week ago. It was one of the best experiences I've ever had. It definitely gave me a lot of oportunities to expand my leadership abilities and time to grow and mature. I recieved honor cadet award for my flight and Cat actually won overall encampment honor cadet. I'm a bit jealous, but she definitely deserves it. She won that, but I recieved something that she didn't. Mainly my sergeant stripes and a reccomendation for staff at Operation Snowflake 6. OO-RAH! But in spite of all the awards and reccomendations that were recieved at CF, one thing that I acquired that I am more proud of than any other award was leadership. You can't go to CF without growing in your leadership abilities. I think that I definitely benefited from it and apparently so did my staff. Anyways... here's a few photo's of encampment that I think you might like. I'll comment on them as necessary.











This is my flight "Foxtrot*. I''m not in this photo. On the right is our beloved Flight Sergeant C/MSgt Evan Prior. He's by far one of the most outstanding NCO's I've ever met. In fact, he won honor NCO award.











Here's Cat's flight "Charlie" horribly messed up. Scratch that... ridiculously messed up. You can se cadets raisingtheir hands for permission to fix it.












Our first class on ES.











Here's DFAC. I think that's Cat on the left with the Brown Camel Back. I don't know all the females look the same from the back.

Here's the C17 we got to fly in.
Here's Mt Rainier from the C17.
I'll post more later. See ya.

WOO-HOO! I'm BACK!

OO-RAH! Finally I get some time to update my blog. Gosh it's been what like, 3 weeks since I last psoted anything? Anyways I've been so busy with Ranger camps and going in between it's not even funny. Oh! I'm going to try and get photo's of the camps posted sometime this week. Anyways the first camp I went to was TRACE. Basically, it's bootcamp for FCF (Frontiersman Camping Fellowship) candidates. Basically it's the elite of the elite Rangers. Anyways they taught us all sorts of mountain men and colonial tricks ranging from traps, to tanning. The first night I was there, they had an Indian Raid and stole all of the candidates food. I somehow was overlooked in the Raid and I was able to hide my food. All that the candidates were allowed to eat during trace, was hard tack, beef jerky, and tea. Since I kept all my food from the Indians everyone in my company was being chummy with me trying to mooch my candy bar and chili can. LOL. lets see, the second day, they took us out on a shooting range and taught us how to load, maintain and fire a black powder musket. I shot a 54 cal. Thompson Center muzzle loader. I scored fairly well, enough to win a prize or two. OH my gosh. There was this one kid there who weighed about 50 pounds while wet. They loaded his musket with around 100 grains of FF powder (THATS A LOTTT OF POWDER) anyways, when he fired it, he wound up right on his butt. Everyone was laughing and crying and this kid had just a stupefied look on his face from shell shock or something. The last day, we did a competition of all the new candidates to see who learned their skills the best. I won second place out of about 35 candidates. OO-RAH! that made me feel good.

Now this past week wasn't nearly as good as TRACE. Ranger Camp can be a good thing, and it can be an ok thing. So we have this competition for all the teenagers called the Iron Man. It's a 2 mile up hill run with an obstacle course in the middle of it. I was so pumped up about competing in it and then the impossible happened, I was in a dunk tank letting some kids get me wet when i took a bad fall, I landed on the side of my foot and totally busted my knee and shin to a pulp. My shin was a bloody mess and I was still gonna run the iron man. Buttt unfortunately it was cancelled becasue of the winds which i'll talk about in a moment. So the next day, the winds had died down and my leg was doing better enough for me to hobble through, then the final straw to break the camels back landed. I was on an obstacle course going over a log over a stream, then my foot slipped and I would up jamming my knee between the log and a tree. I fell forward at full speed and busted my knee AGAIN. oh well, at least I scored 2nd best out of about 120 other guys. So i didn't compete in the iron man which im still bummed about. Ok now for the crazy winds. we had a constant wind of abot 50 MPH and the occasional gushes that would be anywhere from 75 to 110 MPH. incase you don't know already, that's pretty bad. A tree about 3 feet in diameter fell on a tent and nearly killed a kid. It was pretty bad. SO the camp staff confined everyone to the open fields and camps till the wind died down. We were all sitting in camp trying to entertain ourselves when my little light bulb flicked on. I was like... HEY! we dont have to sit here, lets go make kites! So we took those huge factory sized garbage bags and soared the good ol' skull and crossbones on our kites. after about 30 minutes of plastic flying, I had another light bulb turn o. "HEY! lets use the tarp!". I think you can pretty much guess the rest of what happened. WE had a 10x8 tarp that we sent sailing to the highest of heights. AHHH good times good times. All this would be a bit funnier if i had photo's so im going to try and get some posted eventually. Alrighty until next time, later and hoo-ah!
Rosemary

An Extended Leave Of Absence

Hey ya'll... just so you all know, I will be gone Thursday, Friday, and most of Satuday of this week. Then I Will be gone also on Monday through Saturday of next week. So You'll all have to hold on for a tad bit and find somehting else to entertain you while i'm gone. I would love to post another video as soon as I get one. But.... I don't got one. "sigh". Until a later time and Date,
Hoo-Ah

Fun At The Picnic. And a Wet Happy Ending

Wow.Ok so go over to Cat's blog to get her story of the picnic. Basically if you all didn't know, I'm a part of a Homes school orchestra known as HSS (home School Strings). For our annual end of the year picnic we all went down to camp lutherhaven and do picnicy things. So we showed up and walked around like we were actually doing something for a while till a minor Ultimate Frisbee game got started. The other team totally out manned ours, but amazingly, we OWNED THEM! Romped and stomped we did. After a bit of that, the Mom's said that food was ready. Our team wanted o still play, but Cat and her losers wanted to get out of the beating before someone got hurt. Oh yea did I mention that The camp director had laid out a HUGE pile of bread loaves for the ducks to eat? They weren't used as food though. I got a vid of a few of us chucking loaves of Italian, white, rye, and even Jalapeno bread at each other. Quite humorous. After we all ate we gaggled around the playground. Everyone started trying to flip over a tiny bar but BARELY anyone was able to do it. Let's see, I started it, and then Cat and Mike followed in pursuit and they BARELY got up. *SCOFFS* weaklings. And it has nothing to do with me taking gymnastic classes for almost a year. We were getting kind of bored with that then one of the guys from HSS calls to us and says that the boats were in operation. Of course there was a stampede of people running for the boat shack. So we got out onto the lake and were paddling round a bit once again bored. Then Cat decides to start a bread war with the loaves that we had found. Bread everywhere. It was quite funny. So anyways while I was out on the water, I was taking a video and our boats bumped into each other. The camera fell out of my hand and into the lake. I leaned over in the kayak to try and grab the camera. I got it.... AND I tipped in the process. OO-RAH! So I got towed back and when i got there, Mr's Reeves (the camp director) was waiting with a scowl. I got out of the water and she read me the riot at a little later. But the funny thing was, not very many people said... are you ok? It was all... "how did you manage to tip the boat?" "How can You do that" blah blah blah SHUTUP!!! well the camera is fine enough and is still drying out. When I got back home... I took a long shower and felt a lottttt better. My mom and dad were saying I was getting lethargic in the car. Guess the water really was cold :). So I didn't get in trouble either which is like.... a very happy ending. Until Then LATER AND HOO-AH!

Yea.... I really didn't hurt him. I don't know if that's good or bad, but cI didn't hurt him.


The Easily Amused are well.... easily amused.

Here's a vid of my dad, Matthew, and I on the cannoe. The two guys we apss are Peter and Joseph. The preacher's kid's of HSS




Another video of us on the lake.

The funny thing is.... why did I drop the camera and Matthew didn't. The world will never know I'm afraid.

The Bilarynator

These are some AMAZINGLY funny yet sadly true videos concerning our ex runner for the presidency.... Hilary Clinton. Watch them and you'll see what I mean.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZAu39I5QOUc&NR=1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHVEDq6RVXc&NR=1