Here we go, moving forward another year and I want to know where my jet-pack is. I ask that every New Year and nobody can answer me. While I can buy one for $200,000 it only takes me a short distance and I’m looking for something a bit more practical.
After taking time to visit family in Colorado and relax before going back to work, I’m ready to face another year. Oh how time flies. A short year ago I was in Afghanistan looking forward to getting back to the states. Now I’m anxious to get back over seas and start making that deployment money again. No word though on when that might be.
I often find myself thinking about where I was a year ago and wondering what I’ll be doing a year from now. Kinda my way of time traveling through life. On the one hand I think, I’ll still be in the Army but at least I’ll be under the year mark left before getting out. My body likes that idea. I just hope this year goes as fast as the last one.
2 comments:
Ooh! I saw one of those jet-packs somewhere too... have ALWAYS wanted to try one. :-) Happy New Year, Rob - I have a feeling 2008 is going to be a fast-moving year...
We've been wanting that jet-pack for decades now. Are you familiar with the 1984 Daniel Amos song "(It's the Eighties, So Where's Our) Rocket Packs"?
It's the eighties
It's the eighties so where's our rocket packs
It's the eighties so where's our rocket packs?
Go anywhere, we strap them on our backs
1. (It's the eighties so where's our rocket packs?)
I thought by now I'd walk the moon
And ride a car without no tires
And have a robot run the vacuum
And date a girl made out of wires
No thing's don't change that much, do they?
We are still out of touch, by now we should discover
Just how to love each other, like Klattus' robot man
Your looks have killed again
2. (It's the eighties so where's our rocket packs?)
I thought by now we'd live in space
And eat a pill instead of dinner
And wear a gas mask on our face a President of female gender
Though progress marches on, (new day)
Our troubles will grow strong
And my expectancies, become my fantasies
You turn my blood to sand, the earth stands still again
My hopes are running low
things moving much too slow
No space men up above
And we're still so very far from love
3. (It's the eighties so where's our rocket packs?)
I thought by now we'd build a dome
Around the world, control the weather
In every house, a picture phone; communicate a little better
But some things never change (replay!)
You are still acting strange
No way that I can see, this way we will be free
La la la la la la,la la la la la 7,6,5,4,3,2,1 Lift off!
(It's the eighties so where's our rocket packs?)
Repeat 1, 2, 3
(It's the eighties)
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