It's a bird, it's a plane......It's CAPTAIN MEEHL.
If you couldn't tell Rob has now been promoted to Captain. He might try to be modest (although that would be a first) but he really deserved it. There are some pictures below of his promotion ceremony. Niki
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Saturday, May 28, 2005
For Niki
I could not have made a better choice. At the time I was unaware of exactly what I was doing. When I think back on what I was looking for when I found you, it is amazing what I ended up with. My list of what you had that I wanted looked like this:
Hot, funny, friend of my friends, enjoyed life, loved to laugh, hot, and most importantly was willing to be with me.
This is all I was looking for; little did I know I would end up with so much more than that. For way too long I continued to look only at my own list. Only recently have I really learned what love is all about. Paul describes love in 1 Corinthians. He puts it this way:
Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. Love does not demand its own way. Love is not irritable, and it keeps no record of when it has been wronged. It is never glad about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.
This is God’s list, and it is so different from my own. His list describes real love. The kind of love you gave to me. You were patient when I was not. You were kind when I raged. You forgave when I let you down. You never gave up on me and you were always hopeful. You love was focused on me. You gave up your life and attached your future to mine. Often times, you put more in than you got back.
On your birthday, as I sit separated by thousands of miles, I have thought a great deal about what I can do to make your birthday special. I would love to be able to just take you to the mall, and buy you a shirt, but that is not going to happen. So I am writing you to tell you just how much you mean to me.
You have gone from being that attractive young woman I kissed for the first time, while watching “As Good as it Gets,” to the most beautiful woman I know. In you God gave me everything on my list, but also everything on His list. You are everything I want and need, and I want to thank you for being my wife. Did I mention that you are hot?
Happy Birthday
Hot, funny, friend of my friends, enjoyed life, loved to laugh, hot, and most importantly was willing to be with me.
This is all I was looking for; little did I know I would end up with so much more than that. For way too long I continued to look only at my own list. Only recently have I really learned what love is all about. Paul describes love in 1 Corinthians. He puts it this way:
Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. Love does not demand its own way. Love is not irritable, and it keeps no record of when it has been wronged. It is never glad about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.
This is God’s list, and it is so different from my own. His list describes real love. The kind of love you gave to me. You were patient when I was not. You were kind when I raged. You forgave when I let you down. You never gave up on me and you were always hopeful. You love was focused on me. You gave up your life and attached your future to mine. Often times, you put more in than you got back.
On your birthday, as I sit separated by thousands of miles, I have thought a great deal about what I can do to make your birthday special. I would love to be able to just take you to the mall, and buy you a shirt, but that is not going to happen. So I am writing you to tell you just how much you mean to me.
You have gone from being that attractive young woman I kissed for the first time, while watching “As Good as it Gets,” to the most beautiful woman I know. In you God gave me everything on my list, but also everything on His list. You are everything I want and need, and I want to thank you for being my wife. Did I mention that you are hot?
Happy Birthday
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Possibly the Greatest News Story of All Time
This story was on BBC.com on May 2, 2005.
Lion Mutilates 42 Midgets in Cambodian Ring-Fight
An African Lion much like this is responsible for the death of 28 Cambodian Midgets
Spectators cheered as entire Cambodian Midget Fighting League squared off against African Lion
Tickets had been sold-out three weeks before the much anticipated fight, which took place in the city of Kâmpóng Chhnãng.
The fight was slated when an angry fan contested Yang Sihamoni, President of the CMFL, claiming that one lion could defeat his entire league of 42 fighters.
Sihamoni takes great pride in the league he helped create, as was conveyed in his recent advertising campaign for the CMFL that stated his midgets will "... take on anything; man, beast, or machine."
This campaign is believed to be what sparked the undisclosed fan to challenge the entire league to fight a lion; a challenge that Sihamoni readily accepted.
An African Lion (Panthera Leo) was shipped to centrally located Kâmpóng Chhnãng especially for the event, which took place last Saturday, April 30, 2005 in the city’s coliseum.
The Cambodian Government allowed the fight to take place, under the condition that they receive a 50% commission on each ticket sold, and that no cameras would be allowed in the arena.
The fight was called in only 12 minutes, after which 28 fighters were declared dead, while the other 14 suffered severe injuries including broken bones and lost limbs, rendering them unable to fight back.
Sihamoni was quoted before the fight stating that he felt since his fighters out-numbered the lion 42 to 1, that they “… could out-wit and out-muscle [it].”
Unfortunately, he was wrong.
Monday, 2 May, 2005, 07:46 GMT 08:46 UK
Now, this story is apparently a fake, but I don't care. The concept is so rad, I had to put it on the site. Personally, I think the midgets would win. Years ago I had an argument like this with my friend Eric. Only I was arguing that no man could pin a chimpanzee in a wrestling match. I still stand by that.
Lion Mutilates 42 Midgets in Cambodian Ring-Fight
An African Lion much like this is responsible for the death of 28 Cambodian Midgets
Spectators cheered as entire Cambodian Midget Fighting League squared off against African Lion
Tickets had been sold-out three weeks before the much anticipated fight, which took place in the city of Kâmpóng Chhnãng.
The fight was slated when an angry fan contested Yang Sihamoni, President of the CMFL, claiming that one lion could defeat his entire league of 42 fighters.
Sihamoni takes great pride in the league he helped create, as was conveyed in his recent advertising campaign for the CMFL that stated his midgets will "... take on anything; man, beast, or machine."
This campaign is believed to be what sparked the undisclosed fan to challenge the entire league to fight a lion; a challenge that Sihamoni readily accepted.
An African Lion (Panthera Leo) was shipped to centrally located Kâmpóng Chhnãng especially for the event, which took place last Saturday, April 30, 2005 in the city’s coliseum.
The Cambodian Government allowed the fight to take place, under the condition that they receive a 50% commission on each ticket sold, and that no cameras would be allowed in the arena.
The fight was called in only 12 minutes, after which 28 fighters were declared dead, while the other 14 suffered severe injuries including broken bones and lost limbs, rendering them unable to fight back.
Sihamoni was quoted before the fight stating that he felt since his fighters out-numbered the lion 42 to 1, that they “… could out-wit and out-muscle [it].”
Unfortunately, he was wrong.
Monday, 2 May, 2005, 07:46 GMT 08:46 UK
Now, this story is apparently a fake, but I don't care. The concept is so rad, I had to put it on the site. Personally, I think the midgets would win. Years ago I had an argument like this with my friend Eric. Only I was arguing that no man could pin a chimpanzee in a wrestling match. I still stand by that.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Friday, May 20, 2005
The War within a War.
There are two wars going on here in Iraq. One is the war that you see in the newspapers and on TV. The other is one that most people are not willing to speak about. For this second, little known and very seldom acknowledged, war is not the thing the American Government wants you to know about. This war is one that exists here inside the walls of this highly fortified and well protected compound. This secret war is one that divides the people who call this place home. This secret war is something that has the potential to break apart the coalition that exists here inside these walls. This war causes many Americans to lose heart, and is beginning to break us all. This war is volleyball.
There are several, very small men from Nepal here on the compound. These men although very small in stature, are virtual giants on the volleyball court. I think volleyball is the national sport of Nepal, and if it isn’t then they need to rethink their national sport, because they are freakin’ good at it. Watching them play is like watching Jordan shoot a fall-away jumper. These men have formed a team. That team of rag-tag volleyball warriors average 5’5” in height. They play against the Americans here almost nightly, and manage to wipe the court with us. We Americans, who as a team average 6’0”, don’t stand a chance. It has become an obsession, of sorts, for many here. But alas, we continue to lose. Spirits are high, and so is morale, but we can sense to defeat as soon as the first spike is unleashed from the side of those tiny volleyball gods. Average scores look like this: Nepal 15, America 6. Man we suck. Occasionally we sneak in a victory, but usually when they are kind enough not to destroy us, we overdo the celebration. We proceed to chant, parade and dance, like any good American would, we rub it in. This celebration is always short lived, for they tire of our gloating very quickly and then defeat so overwhelmingly that all we can do is stand there and watch. It is very humbling.
However, being the good Americans that we are, we always ensure to end every game with the traditional little league inspired, “Good Game” hand-shake line. And then, just like the true Americans we are, we start to blame each other. Volleyball is the most depressing sport God ever put on planet.
There are several, very small men from Nepal here on the compound. These men although very small in stature, are virtual giants on the volleyball court. I think volleyball is the national sport of Nepal, and if it isn’t then they need to rethink their national sport, because they are freakin’ good at it. Watching them play is like watching Jordan shoot a fall-away jumper. These men have formed a team. That team of rag-tag volleyball warriors average 5’5” in height. They play against the Americans here almost nightly, and manage to wipe the court with us. We Americans, who as a team average 6’0”, don’t stand a chance. It has become an obsession, of sorts, for many here. But alas, we continue to lose. Spirits are high, and so is morale, but we can sense to defeat as soon as the first spike is unleashed from the side of those tiny volleyball gods. Average scores look like this: Nepal 15, America 6. Man we suck. Occasionally we sneak in a victory, but usually when they are kind enough not to destroy us, we overdo the celebration. We proceed to chant, parade and dance, like any good American would, we rub it in. This celebration is always short lived, for they tire of our gloating very quickly and then defeat so overwhelmingly that all we can do is stand there and watch. It is very humbling.
However, being the good Americans that we are, we always ensure to end every game with the traditional little league inspired, “Good Game” hand-shake line. And then, just like the true Americans we are, we start to blame each other. Volleyball is the most depressing sport God ever put on planet.
Friday, May 06, 2005
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