The Twins Travel

This is turning into a damn Greek tragedy. Someone may actually end up dead by the end of this trip. More than likely it's going to be one of the non-C17-flying aircrew that is w/our little group. I don't care what you do when you're flying Capt Know-it-all, you're not flying this plane, so keep your mouth shut. Jackass. One of them actually started grilling one of the loadmasters about why the crew wasn't adjusting their crew day to get us downrange, which led to the crew commander talking to our troop commander, which led to more bitching on the part of said jackass aircrew. I may lose it on someone and blame it on PMS. Oh yeah, we're still at Ramstein. We actually made it out to the plane and SAT there for for close to three hours while they tried to fix the auxillary power that kept failing. They finally get that fixed, but the crew has gone past that point of being able to make the flight within their duty day (thus the grilling by the aircrew w/us). Ther

Turns out w/the broke plane and crew rest issues (meaning they had already left to go drink beer), we are still at Ramstein (it's almost noon on the 30th). There was a plan to bus us over to one of the Kaserns to sleep in some old Army barracks, but there wasn't a driver available until an hour later and trans wouldn't give us a bus even though we had someone that had a license to drive it; so the decision was made to just stay in the terminal and take up all available floor space (which they continuously announce not to do). The new Ramstein Inn/Mega-BX (which is only partially open) is right across from the terminal. So a couple of us go across the street to see if there are any rooms available. There is one. And it happens to be a female room. Did I mention I am the only female in the entire group of 53? I tried to feel bad about my good fortune, but considering that I had been suffering nausea inducing, OMG-someone-please-remove-my-uterus cramps, I'd say we're e

We have been stuck at Ramstein for the past five & a half hours. We stopped here to get gas and change crews. We actually took off for a while but turned around when there was some kind of warning that needed to be looked at. We've been here since then. They don't want to release us to go to billeting because they don't have a take-off time yet. WHY can't they schedule the take-off time around when we get 6 - 8 hours of sleep you wonder? Good question. When you have an answer to that, let me know.

So, leaving Charlotte on my way to Fayetteville , we hit some weather. Instead of trying to go around it, the pilot decided to SCREAM through it (we were 25 minutes early; it's a 50 minute flight). Needless to say, this made for a rather bumpy ride. Prone to motion sickness anyway, I wasn't feeling all that great, so I was taking deep breaths, I put the air on me, took small sips of my soda, and tried not to think about what a bad mistake the brisket had been at the airport in Charlotte. I had it all under control until the flight attendant came on the speaker with "please fasten your seat belts for our descent into Fayetteville . It's going to be a bumpy ride, so for those of you with delicate stomachs , there are air sick bags in the seat pockets in front of you." That was all the permission my stomach needed. I felt really bad for the guys sitting on either side of me as I filled that little lunch sack size bag up 2/3s of the way. I should have handed it to t

So, I decided that in addition to Facebook, I would also follow my sister Kaiya's example and create a blog for all thoses people who don't have Facebook (good for them). Of course, Kaiya is probably saying something along the lines of "SEE?? If everyone would just listen to me in the first place, their lives would be perfect".