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Let begin this little tale from the start.

Had a call from a good friend to help her move from her home in Lake-land to Jacksonville FL. I said sure! and got my truck ready for the six hour trip. I Would Pick Tiffy up with . Tiff rode with me in the truck thankfully. Seems her friend was a super speedy driver. We grabbed some breakfast in the morning in Mandarin in Jax before heading out on the trip.

Our first stop. The gas station! The truck is a gas guzzling beast of a diesel but it gets decent mileage. So while going inside to pay for the gas, i spotted a car I knew! It had a paw print on the back window and I was like... I know that car.. Sure enough and were there! I made a mistake of giving them a hug and they said they were working. LOL.

Well.. after putting some fuel in the truck, we started driving down the road, dancing to music and trying to watch netflix on my iphone.. i started to notice that my fuel level was dropping fast, unusually fast. After watching it for a moment We both thought it a good idea to pull into the next gas station and check it out.. So.. that's just what we did. Opening the hood, and then looking under the truck, i quickly found that fuel was dumping out of the motor.. I quickly turned the truck off and try to figure out what was wrong. I found out there was a Advance auto-parts store right across the street, so.. we ran there with the truck and quickly ran turned off the truck again. After some investigation, i thought i found the problem..

Well, I had not.

We called a mobile repair man that Advanced gave us and he was over and under the hood in no time. Instantly he found my return hose on the fuel pump was blown. The hose gave us some trouble coming out as the angles its put in were difficult to get at with regular tools he had in his car with him. Then I found out to my dismay, advanced didnt have the part... go figure... Then FORD didnt even have the part and the part had been discontinued! Its a 1995 Ford F-250... Well, they told us that we had to drive to Daytona, about 45 miles away to get a new hose made... Mind you is still at the truck watching our stuff.

Well.. Both Myself and the Repair man were not driving all the way to Daytona, so we hunted around for someone with a Big truck shop. Thankfully we found a place that said they get hoses made at some old NAPA store.. They didnt even have computers.. all books to look parts up with.. They fixed me up a new hose and we were back to the truck in 20 minutes.

Had gone to look around thinking we would be gone for hours. So she went for some lunch, and to Pet supermarket to entertain herself ^^

well..we repaired the hose and started the truck up to see if it would hold.. sure enough..it did.. but.. there was fuel still dumping from the motor. Low and behold, the hose right under the return, also had blown ... By now Tiffy and I think we had been Voodooed or something. So..back to the store after nearly an hour with wrestling this hose out... we replaced it fairly quickly and then started the truck up to find everything was perfect.

Hoses= around 50 and some change
Repairman= 134.00
Repair time sitting at the truck... 4 1/2 hours >.<

We had left at around 9ish.. and now it was around 3... We had only been driving for about an hour and half before we had pulled over.

So..back on the road, we get to her house around 5:30 6ish time.. Nothing had prepared me for what came next...

Standing at the door way of this house was the most troll like woman i have ever met. She had a cig hanging from her mouth and as soon as we got out of the truck, started yelling at poor Tiffy. Threatening her and just calling her the most foulest of names. I was blown away and dumb founded that this woman would be yelling at Tiff while im right there! We both kinda ignored the troll and went on with loading the truck, then her car.. Best part was the Troll thought she was keeping her car! I was about to call the Police with how aggressive she was getting and that Tiff was standing in-front of the car with the troll "Trying" to drive away. But the Troll gave way and just yelled that we should get everything tonight becuase Tiff wasnt welcome back to the house after she leaves. Which we most happily loaded every inch of the truck and car full of her stuff.

Hime: I was surprised she was threatening to beat me to death while you were standing right beside me. Then her taking back all the furniture and Wii she had given to me...Oh well shopping spree for cheap furniture now...

Oh... by the way... The reason why is sick all the time? This woman's house... I have smelled smokers shops that smelled better than this place. It was like being hit in the face with a truck load of cigarettes. I used to smoke, but.... damn.... so nasty..

Anyways.. we loaded and were on our marry way back to her new home around 9pm.. we got to her new house at midnight.. the return trip we kinda sped just a little to get home quicker.. The new house is awesome.. it needs some RLC (Rough loving Care) Instead of TLC... But a nice home.. something way more healthy for her.

The Day finally ended with us pulling into my house around 1pmish finding my lovely sound asleep.. Tiff went and curls up in my other bed, then I went and curled up in my own bed next to Ixxi.. and passed out....

It seriously was a odd, fun trip...

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We start out on Friday! Packed the truck early in the morning and loaded the two sleepyheads and into the cab so they could rest more, it was 8 when we hit the road. Dropped Umbra's cat off at the vet to be boarded and looked after, since the feline just had major surgery. by 8:45am we are on the road, and everything looked promising! That is, until we got close to Orlando... I so hate you Orlando... you have rotten drivers from around the states and even Canada that don't know how to drive or think they can do what ever they want. Im sure some others saw the crazy drivers that nearly creamed into the side of my big truck! ~cough~ Anyways... I do also hate the fact that there were SOOO Many freaking Toll roads! What the F! It was like, I couldn't make a turn and id be on a toll road! Well, silly me made a wrong turn and happened to get on one of the blasted things.. hit a total of 3 tolls before finding a place to turn off and take back roads..This of coarse slowed use down from reaching the Hotel we stayed at. Destiny Palms. Which by the way was an awesome hotel!

So we get into Orlando and our hotel and hour later then we planned. No biggie. The lovely soon arrived after we did and gave us our suits we were to wear for the weekend. My head was mushed, and i had to do some quick repairs to the nose and arm to make it more, presentable. But they were very simple and minor things that was easily remedied. So, now its around 2ish? when we get to the Con which looked to getting into full swing. couldn't wait to done our suits and wreck some havoc! Registered, and made our way to the headless lounge to suit up. On the way there we intercepted our good friend He gave us a quick run down then bounded off to have fun. It was soon after we were reeling and dealing in the art lounge. awesome stuff and great work set out for use to peruse. All in all we didn't get must that day, but gave us idea's on what to grab during the rest of the con.

Friday night! P A R T Y! Had a blast at the pool party! Batting the ball around int he pool... laughing at the conga line, and dancing that went on. Even the floating suited raccoon in the pool. That i think was a little much but made many chuckle. The desert bar was well placed and the tasty delights looks so good. I admit, i did not have any, for i am watching my girlish figure >.> ~cough~ The rave was soon bumping after the sun started going down, and my small group retreated to the dance floor for a few hours of bouncing around, swinging our tails and just having a good ole time. Though it was nearing midnight when we were leaving, as I was ready to pass out. said, when I got out of the shower, and laid down, she heard me snoring right away XD

Saturday! Breakfast of Champions! >.> Toast!... ok there was stale cereal and some frozen waffles and frozen pancakes >.< Oh well. At the con by 11 for the fursuit pictures and Parade! I was number 69!!! but all in all there was 146 suiters!! Way to go Megaplex!! Last year there were in the 80's so that is a ton more furs! The parade was great, though going outside.. >.> In 90's heat in suit..that was.. not so cool. LOL. BUT! We went back inside and into the AC so it was all good. A few hours later and it was the fursuit dance off! I have to say that was my first dance off to watch myself, and there are some suiters that have some great moves! To the winners! congratz!!! Yall deserved it! I know i couldn't do half the stuff some of you guys pulled out. LOL Also finally met . was great seeing her and her mate and friends. Found out they were local furs that lived in my area also.. so perhaps some dates to go have fun will be in the future. Anywho! After the dance competition it was time to cool down for everyone. Went to CI-CI's Pizza for dinner with and and her mate as well as some others. While at the Pizza we all had the extreme pleasure to educate a family on furries! Which was Awesome, becuase when we returned to the Con.. and found them there! We had told them so much that they were interested in seeing, and there children were having a blast with the suiters. It was awesome to know Our small group had such a profound effect on them that they came and enjoyed what we already enjoy. I was told by the mother that they are going to try coming back next year! Which is, Awesome. I'm a little upset at the end that credit was all taken by the con staff.. but I'm simply happy to have helped bring a good light to the fandom.

The Rave that night was a lot more packed then friday night and it was so much fun dancing with everyone on the dance floor. Once again, some furs have some great dance moves. around 1am it was time to go back to the hotel room and pass out once again.

Sunday. Woke up a little later then normal, but quickly ran to the con to jump in suits and get ready for the Fursuits games! That was Awesome! The games were all so much fun. Dodge ball was a lot of fun, though I kinda had an unfair advantage >.> I had not paws on my hands so... yah lol. I could throw the ball. ^_^ Though my team still lost. Oh well..was tons of fun. Lunch came around, and we had what ever was at the hotel itself.

On Sunday, i also had come look at my truck as it wasn't charging its batteries.. Found the alternator wasn't working and had to replace it. Sadly... I missed most of Sunday festivities as we tracked down another part to change it out. I Thank from the bottom of my heart for his assistance in helping me, as well as AND for there rescue. We would have been sitting in the parking a lot longer if they had not gave use a ride to where we needed to go. I thank you guys SO much!

We were supposed to leave around 5pm but, the truck incident allowed us to leave till near 8. Which was fine. Gave a chance for and to suit longer at the con, as well see some awesome things at there first furry con.

Id like to say Thank you to everyone I met and all the old faces from before. Love everyone and cant WAIT for the next con im able to go too.

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Strong Winds

It had been a horrible day. It was Saturday night. It had been raining all day, and the raindrops still fell from the heavens upon the earth almost seeming to try and drown it. Water beat upon a pane of glass that protected me from the thrashing, which the sky was making happen below. A small overhang protected my back patio porch of a small one bedroom apartment. Yet the wind pushed the water under it and allowed it to noisily knock upon the sliding glass door. The power had long been since out from the high winds and the noise was almost deafening from the storm itself.
My forehead pressed lightly against the glass as I felt the cool kiss press upon my brow. Heated breath fogged the window with every breath, and then slowly vanished with each intake of air through my mouth. How miserable of a day. No power, no music, and no nothing could entertain me while the storm waged outside. Could have been worse, I suppose. I surely had been through much more then this storm. Flopping into my soft couch, I couldn’t help but chuckle remembering some of the worst storms I had been through.
Closing my eyes, I would search my mind for the worst one I went through. It was easy to remember. Most recall the day for other reasons. I remember it for much more than what others had. September 7th 2001. A phone call came in to my office at the Air Operations of Com Fleet Activities Okinawa Japan (CFAO). I had not been the one to pick up the phone but I remember well on the news of my first class petty officer told us. “We have to bug out. A Category 4 Typhoon has turned towards the Island.” He announced to the four of us that had been manning the office that day. Typically, we went with the aircraft when we had to leave the Island.
I was a third class petty officer and the second highest ranking in our office. I was mostly in charge for scheduling flights, parking the aircraft in the hangers, or prepping the plane before the pilots got there. I was also the aircrew man, who would take care of passengers, cargo and fueling the plane while away from our home base on Kadena Air Force base of the Island of Okinawa. So any time the plane bugged out, I was typically the one to go with it.
“Petty officer Pinto… you’re staying here to take care of the office, and I’m going this trip and taking our FNG with us to do training. “ My first class told me. What could I really say to that? I was kind of relieved that I didn’t have to prep or pack anything, though when we had to leave the island we always went to Guam and its warm white sandy beaches and stayed in the best 5 star hotel called “the Outrigger”. I would simply offer a half-hearted nod and went on to calling those I needed too, and cancelled flights we had on the books for the upcoming weekend. A simple task, though when dealing with officers, you sometimes catch flack for canceling their taxi service from one place to another. I learned to live with it being that in my line of work, I could really talk to officers like an equal rather than a subordinate, seeing as I kept the plane in the air while they flew.
There were lots to get done and little time to do it in. They predicted the storm would be there and right over us by the 10th. The planes we were in charge of, both got off the ground later that day, and flew off to a paradise while I stayed behind to man the office by myself. Something I was used to, though not looking forward to. The only other person that stayed behind was a second class petty officer, who I knew very well. He had been the first one I met when I came to the Island, and had helped me get settled in. As the day came to a close, we both locked up the office and closed the hanger doors of our large building and even took some straps and tied the doors closed so that if the winds got too bad, the doors wouldn’t open up by themselves.
It was nice having some days off. The 8th and 9th went quickly as I visited some air force friends off base, went shopping and stocked up on food, water, and yes, even beer. What can I say? When a Typhoon comes through, the entire base shuts down and it’s party time at the barracks. Though only NCO’s (Non-commissioned officers) could have alcohol in their rooms. Luckily, I had been frocked the year before. A little eagle on my shoulder allowed me to buy a car, have my own room, and the wings on my chest simply added a little more to my pay check each month. Although, I had to work very hard to achieve those benefits.
The morning of the 10th, I was woken up by my phone ringing. Barely able to see I looked to my clock and read its glowing red numbers. 3:53 am. Who the hell is calling me at this hour? Picking it up, I could only muster a groan that was close to a ‘Hello’. The voice on the other end was clear, stern, and even in my sleepy state I woke quickly realizing it was my Commanding officer. “Petty Officer Pinto. I need you in flight suit and at the hanger as soon as possible.” I managed to catch my voice and offered out a ‘Yes Sir’ then hung up and quickly jumped from my bed. Donning my flight suit on quickly, I threw on my boots and grabbed my flight bag that was always set and ready to go. Locking my door I walked down the completely silent hall to the mod I lived in. I was the highest ranking in the mod so I got the best room, one with its own bathroom. I had hardly noted the conditions outside but was quickly aware of the conditions as soon as I stepped out onto the balcony to the second floor of our barracks. Wind was blowing so hard that the trees were hardly standing straight.
I had two cars by now and I debated on which to drive. Though with the conditions the way they were, my decision was made for me. Instead of pulling out my prized Nissan skyline GTR from its protective garage, I slipped into the driver seat of my 1995 Nissan Cefiro. It was a heavy four door sedan that was in my own thoughts the best car I had ever bought. It was fast, nimble, but was more of a family car then a race car. Pulling away, I quickly made it to the office on the other side of the base where I found a few men already assembled. I didn’t recognize any of them save for my CO.
“Petty officer Pinto,” the CO yelled over the wind. “I need you to open the hanger and move these Army helo’s into the hanger ASAP”. Quickly looking to the men again that had been standing there, I saw the insignia’s on their black flight suits. They were Special Forces. I quickly made my way inside, pulled the locking straps and then opened the doors carefully to reveal three black helicopters. I was amazed they had been flying in this wind but I didn’t think much of them as my eyes had been glued upon the amount of weaponry that was fastened to the sides of the choppers. The Mini-guns were what really caught my eye.
Bringing the choppers in one by one was easy with the others help. The wind was getting stronger by the moment, and the last chopper was slightly more complicated to pull in the rest as the rotors were not folding back like the others. While towing the chopper in I could feel the wind pushing against the side of the aircraft and even thought one time that it was going to roll over. Though with some fancy maneuvering by myself, I managed to park all three in safely and once more closed the doors before the wind could really do any damage. By now it was around 9 am in the morning when I put the last strap onto the hanger door and locked up once again. Thankfully, my CO and the Commanding officer of the Army group decided to treat all of us to breakfast.
Crawling back to my room at around noon, I remember watching the rain clouds off in the distance start to draw near. The wind had died down just slightly, but the weather man was saying that it was about to get really bad. I cleaned myself up and changed into some civilian clothing before venturing out to the store once more to grab a few movies, and a new controller to my Xbox game system. When I got home I parked my Cefiro right up against the garage where I parked my GTR and made sure that when the Typhoon came over, my vehicles would be ok and safe.
The wind started to pick up around 7 or 8 pm that night. Rain was coming down in sheets and often so hard we couldn’t see the opposing barracks that was on the other side of the parking lot. The base commander had locked down the base then also, so no one could leave the base, and if you were off base? You were stuck there. Although those of us that were now in the barracks hardly cared about any of that. It was party time!
The beer flowed, games played, and music blared. People yelled from all levels of the barracks as the wind grew stronger and the rain became even louder. I was in the common area with the rest of the guys in my mod, some cooking, and the rest of us, drinking and playing Halo. There were 8 of us, 5 males and 3 females. All of us engrossed in either kicking each other’s butts in the game, or drinking the other under the table. I didn’t drink that much, though enough to be feeling good.
It was nearing midnight now. Power had been out for about 45 minutes over the entire island. The eye of the storm suddenly was right over us. A few of us, myself included, felt it was a good idea to run out and play some horse shoes that had been set up on a grassy area between both barracks. We had little concept of safety for ourselves at that moment. The alcohol had completely detached us from our right minds as even a few from the adjacent barracks came to play. It wasn’t that we were being rowdy, just were bored of being cooped up in the barracks. An air force security Hummer drove up soon after and the guy inside asked us what the hell we were doing. “Playing Horse shoes! What the hell it looks like?” I yelled back. He instructed us to go back inside, which we followed only until he had drove away.
The opposing wall of the eye was quick to come upon us. The winds changed too and the rain came from a completely different direction. Rooms were starting to flood, including mine. I did the best I could to shelter and shield my electronics from the water by putting them in my bathroom and inside my movable closet. The carpets were soaked as the water leaked from the room above my own, and I’m sure the room below me was getting what leaked from my own. I had done my best to water proof my own window so no water would get through. Suppose the guy up stairs didn’t do as good of a job.

Setting out upon a bench on the balcony that had been the way ward side of the rain before. Now was a haven to sit and watch the storm pass by without getting drenched. It was getting close to 2 am in the morning. The storm was not letting up easily as we still had a few days of heavy rain and wind to contend with. The tail of a typhoon was much worse than the brunt of it. Sitting with a few friends that I had come to know during my time having been there. We chatted about this and that, but mostly the clean up that was going to have to be done after the storm had fully passed. It was a strong storm. Before hitting the Island it was a Category 4 Typhoon. This meant the winds were pushing 131-155 mph. The damage would be extensive. Luckily, the Japanese knew how to build houses. I’m sure if the concrete structure we were living in had a wood frame, it would have collapsed long before I had even gotten to the island.
Joking around, we barely noticed the four armed hummers pull into our barracks parking lot. That is until a spot light flashed to life and aimed right at us. Why us? Because we were the only ones up, and outside at the time. I came to the rail only to hear the voice someone yelling for us to come down. I followed everyone down and stood under the outcropping of the stairs as the security guys came over. “We need everyone who is security qualified to put on your BDU’s (Battle Dress Uniform) and come with us.” For a moment, we all were a little stunned to the order. I know I was, and I could see it on the faces of others. Other security went to through the mods and told others the same thing. “What’s going on?” my buddy Bundi had asked. “There has been a bombing in New York. The twin towers have fallen and there was another bombing at the pentagon. “This quickly set us back. We were still half drunk, but the news sobered us up very quickly. The storm was still blowing through and when the security finally got everyone that was security qualified, there was only 6 of us that were qualified to handle weapons and security trained. Once more… I was included.
I was still very much drunk, yet I had an M-16 placed in my hands, a 9mm placed on my hip and a shotgun on my back. The others they pulled were maybe in a little worse shape than I was. Least I could stand up straight and didn’t have a splitting headache, yet. We drove off base by the security and drove 25 minutes away to the naval base ‘White Beach’. It was the only naval pier on the island. The military had been placed on the highest alert for a terrorist threat. The wind was beating hard against the Hummer as we pulled onto the pier my only thought was getting blown off into the water with my heavy gear on and sinking to the bottom of the ocean. Sand bags were off loaded from the back of another Hummer and we quickly built a barricade to shield us from the rain and wind, though they did little but maybe keep us on the pier.
Sitting there, drenched, I finally checked my weapons and found I had 3 rounds in the mag. for the m-16, a single full clip for the 9mm, and a single shotgun shell for the shotgun. Good Lord what was I to do if something, or someone tried to come blow up the pier? We sat in that hard rain and wind all night and nearly all day the next day before we were relieved to get some food and a shower. The wind had let up and the rain was slowly started to weaken. It still came down hard, but compared to what it had been the night before, this was a sprinkle. September 11th 2001. Typhoon Nari had pushed over the island, and caused a lot of damage before moving off into the China Sea. Yet the only thing on my mind was what had happened state side? Power had been knocked out over the entire island and any information we got came from the hear-say.
Lightning struck outside the apartment waking me from my memory and I rolled off the couch to look outside again. Hands lightly laced behind my back as I watched the rain try and conquer the pane which shielded me still. Nothing could compare to that night of standing on the end of the pier, staring out at blackness that extended over thousands of miles of ocean. Never knowing what could have been looking back at me, ready to harm those I knew and called friend. September 11th, is remembered differently by different people. For me, it was the storm of my life time.

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