Shoup Airlines

Everyone’s Inner Eight Year Old Either Just Grinned Or Died A Little Inside

Which one are you?

I wasn’t the biggest A-Team fan but it idled away the hours. Sometimes. I’m not grinning over Murdock (which you shouldn’t be surprised I have an affinity for), but there wasn’t much of him there so the jury is still partially out. The one I feared the most though, ol’ Liam, seems to have pulled Hannibal off pretty damn well.

I Have Met The Enemy…

…and she is about 5′ 7″ of pure sarcasm just itching to be aimed point blank at the slightest slip you make.

There was a Christmas gift transaction at work in which I had to play the middleman and transfer funds between people.  When the total charge came through, I thought I’d be cute and demand the total sum be deposited in unmarked ones and fives.  The second after I hit send on that text, my brain immediately reeled with the vision of her sitting there laughing maniacally and avowing that “it was on like Donkey Kong” to no one in particular.  Quickly running through a damage control assessment I realized it was the day before New Years and there was no way she’d be able to get to a bank easily enough before she saw me today.

My assessment skills in damage control suck.  Having completely forgotten about the debacle this morning, she walks into the office and tosses a brown paper bag in my lap.  Sure enough, in the bag is a neatly stacked bundle of ones and fives totaling $548.  At least I hope there’s $548 there, I can’t count higher than 312.

Well played, madam.

The Mud Run On Steroids

This looks bloody awesome!  And without the well known little surprises the Marines leave in the mud pits at Pendleton.  Plus, free beer!  Although I would do it alone for the hat.  Wait, did I mention there’s free beer? All day?

The Warrior Dash