Pure joy

Pure joy, originally uploaded by dtdoyle.

I love this kid!

Panera Bread

Panera Bread, originally uploaded by dtdoyle.

I finally found one in georgia!

Busy Week

What a weekend.

I drove to Atlanta at 1:30 pm on Friday. I flew out of ATL at 5:00 pm and landed in Chicago around 7:15 pm. I stayed in a hotel that was way to nice for a one night stay, and woke up at 6:00 the next morning to drive an hour-and-a-half to a tiny town in the middle of Illinois named Momence. Once there, we had a veteran's memorial dedication that lasted from 11:00 to noon. Following the dedication, I drove back to Chicago, flew out at 7:00 pm, landed in Atlanta at 9:00, and drove the two hours back to Warner Vegas, GA. So all-in-all, about 12 hours of traveling for an hour long event.

Now, after this post, I'm packing so that I can leave at 3:45 for a week-long DVIDS training class back in Atlanta.

Some interesting things I saw while in Chicago:

From 10,00o feet: Chicago, a high-school football game and a cop pulling someone over (not incredibly exciting)

On ground level: A self-sanitizing toilet seat, the Christian flag being flown outside, a bronze statue in the image of Col. James Kasler and a fly-over by a four-ship of F-16s.

Update: Links added

I love flying

I love flying, originally uploaded by dtdoyle.

this is the view from my window flying into chicago.

Note to Self

Leave college sports paraphernelia at home.

That's exactly what touched off a bloody skirmish that left a Texas-shirt-wearing fan nearly castrated and an Oklahoma fan facing aggravated assault charges that could put him in prison for up to five years.

Ouch.

Hey, Mr. President...

...yeah, do you remember when I took that oath saying I'd support and defend the constitution against all enemies foreign and domestic? And do you remember when I said I'd do so "without any mental reservation"? Well, I had never heard of Chris Crocker before. And since the constitution defends free speech, I was wondering if I could get a clause put in there that says I support and defend the constitutional rights of everyone but this guy. I mean, I'd really hate to die in a war knowing that I helped make this thing possible. If we can't do that, could we get him classified as one of those domestic enemies? Waddaya say?"

Nifty

Nifty, originally uploaded by dtdoyle.

ooo...i can send photos to my blog from my cell phone.

FIRST!

All right, so I've decided to blog...finally. Why? I don't know. All my friends are doing it? I mean, that's the same reason I did that one thing that one time but...I digress.

Honestly now, with my recent decision to begin looking at civilian jobs in case the Air Force cuts my legs off, I've realized that I am seriously behind on the advances of the internet. I email, I have facebook and myspace, and I have a (very poorly tagged) flickr site. I read CNN.com and I can find what I'm looking for in Google. That pretty much sums up my internet communication skills.

Working in PA (translate PR), I see every day how the media has moved way past newspapers and the evening news. And while I understand concepts, I need to catch up on all the practical applications. Hopefully starting a blog will help.

If not, at least I'll have a better place to post sweet surveys and rants about Britney Spears awful performance on the VMAs than a myspace bulletin.

Bonus: My publicity plan for Brit

First, release a statement saying, "I have an alcohol problem that I developed trying to cope with my marital and parental problems. I'm going to get help. See you in a few."

Second, hire a chaplain, therapist, personal trainer, chef, stylist and babysitter (or if you prefer a "manny"), put them all on a jet and fly to Namibia for some privacy (it worked for Brangelina).

Third, stay there for as long as it takes for all the aforementioned people to agree that you are sane.

Fourth, fly back, schedule an interview with Barbara Walters, admit again to your alcohol, marital and parental problems. Tell us how JT broke your heart and K-Fed beat you. Make us cry.

Fifth, give up on music (you're not that good) and hire J.K. Rowling to ghost-write your autobiography.

Finally, sell your book, make millions, marry your manny and adopt a kid from Africa.)