Thursday, February 01, 2007

The Challenge

Apparently, the deal is I have to come up with five things that people don't know about me. I must talk about myself too much because this was difficult. Anyway, in no particular order, here goes.

1. I cry at almost every sports movie based on a true story. (Rudy, Remember the Titans, Invincible, The Rookie... I could go on and on.) As long as they're based on a true story and don't star Kevin Costner it's pretty much a lock, bring on the water works.

2. I took second in State my senior year in the long jump with a flying leap of 22 feet 8 inches. That tied the school record, which has since been broken. I lost to a kid who was, and I'm not kidding, part frog.

3. Going along with #2 (hehe, he said #2), I could dunk a basketball two handed in high school. I used to be an athlete for crying out loud! I'll never again regain those kinds of hops but in an effort to get back to someone who somewhat resembles my chisled self I decided to run a marathon. So far I'm up to 22 miles a week.

4. In junior high I was playing around with a pencil pretending it was a skateboard. I leaped off a desk on the pencil and it went through the bottom of my shoe and out the top of my foot. I was the talk of the class for awhile. I had to have surgery to remove all the graphite and broken wood chips.

5. I met my wife and asked her to marry me eight days later. It's almost eight years now and I love her now more than ever. I also recently memorized the Gettysburg address. (That's a very famous speech given by President Lincoln during the Civil War for any of you internationals out there.)

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

What I do...

I was recently accused of not updating my blog enough so here you go. This is what I do, at least this is one thing that I do. These are pics of what is called an Air Refueling Rendez-vous. It's kind of self explanatory. If you could see me I'd be sitting on the left as you're looking at the Buff. This is us getting a little gas before we lay waste to a bomb testing range. What can I say, it's the sport of kings.



Saturday, January 13, 2007

Krikey!

On my mission in Ivory Coast I served in an area called Yamoussoukro. This city was full of lakes that were full of crocodiles. One evening when walking home I even tripped over one. It was not a well lit street that bordered one of the lakes. I didn't think anything of it until I heard the low pitch growl that they do and realized what it was. I swear it had to have been 20 ft long but in reality I'm sure it was not that big.

You can't really tell in this pic but this one really was about 15ft long.


Some of the rest of these are kind of blurry but you can see that they would come right up next to the sidewalk. My Mom really freaked out when I sent these pics home.


Saturday, January 06, 2007

Call Sign- Brake!



There has been a condiderable amount of curiosity as to how I garnered the call sign brake. So, to put the record strait, here's what really happened.

Although, I'm not sure it's going to live up to all the expectations. I can assure you, however, that it does not involve premature "comment sending." It may have something to do with skid marks, though.

First, a little background to help you understand what happened. The first 3000ft of the runway in an overhead pattern is called the break zone. The procedure for flying the overhead is to approach the runway on heading at 1000ft. Once in the break zone you perform a 180-degree level turn called the break turn. The call over the radio goes, "In the break." This alerts the tower's attention to where you're at and what you're doing so they can warn you of any on coming traffic (other planes) coming the opposite direction called downwind traffic. This is very important because once you're in the turn you're belly-up to the potentially conflicting traffic. After the break turn you drop your gear and make another 180 while descending to the runway to land.

Ok, I hope you're still reading after all that. The day this story happened the weather was barely above minimums and so it was a little hard to see. It was my initial solo in the T-38. (FYI, that's the plane they painted black and used as the fabled Mig-28 portrayed in Top Gun. There's no such thing as a "Mig-28") Anyway, I had performed countless patterns before and knew the procedures cold. Coming up on the break turn I checked for traffic on downwind then started my turn and made the call, "In the break!" Tower said nothing until I rolled out and noticed the 38 at my 11 o'clock for about 100ft! They, at that point, finally made the call. "Jimmy 56 you have traffic at your 11 o'clock." Yeah, no S#@%. As it turns out the operations group commander (the OG as he's called) was in the other jet. That's my boss's boss's boss. It was determined that the OG was flying too wide and failed to make the proper call but I still caught a lot of crap from teasing flight mates. I broke into the OG! Hence, I was given the name "Break."

Now to the skid marks. Coming off a formation sortie I was taxing back leading my formation partner in his plane to parking when I was cut off by a T-37. This is the plane you start flying before you graduate to the 38. This guy was brand new and ended up washing out for this and a host of other really stupid things. He never even looked in our direction! I had to hit the brakes rather suddenly and I alerted my form partner (wingman) over the radio. Our call sign was Sundog so I said, "Sundog brake!" Not only did I avoid the 37 but because of my call my wingman also avoided an almost certain collision. I even got a safety award. What was not mentioned in the safety award write-up but what my flight mates did NOT fail to mention was that in the process of avoiding the collision I locked up my right brake and left a skid mark about 20 ft long on the main taxiway.

At the naming ceremony (yes there is an actual ceremony) they decided to change the spelling of break to brake to commemorate both instances. They mercifully did not go with "Skids" which was definitely mentioned! As I discussed previously, these call signs are assigned and you're stuck with what you get.

So, finally, there it is. To quote my beautiful cousin Candice, if you've read this far I can feel the love. I hope at least in a small way that it lived up to some of the hype.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Musclemag Cover



Jen and I shot this cover a while ago and with some of the other pics floating around I thought I'd better set the record strait. I don't exactly look like this now but I'll bounce back!

My new year's resolution involves training for and completing a marathon. At least one of my brother's in law will run it with me and who knows what other family members I may talk into this. My main goal is to get back into shape, well, that is to say rearrange my shape and return to the glory days!

(I told you Jen was HOT!!)

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Family Reunion



This is me sliding down a super slide with Taylor (my little girl). This was just one of the fun things there was to do at the latest Biggs family reunion. Things got a little crazy when Curtis, Jon and I started slapping each other on the back to see who could get the darkest hand imprint. Apparently, those pics are now posted all over the net. (We have Curtis to thank for that.) Hey, when you're this famous, the paparazzi is just something you have to deal with.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Merry Christmas



Jon, TK and crew came to our house for Thanksgiving and we had a great time. On Saterday, we had lunch on the boardwalk and did a little shopping. While we were there we saw a parade and guess who the grand marshall was... the big man himself! Ethan, Taylor and Braydon all sat on his lap and put in their "order" for Christmas (as Ethan calls it). It was a fun day for everybody.