Geek out #1

I found some information online and most people know that i strongly promote zombie awareness so i thought i would share my findings so that we all can be better prepared in the case of a zombie outbreak.

This is your very basic zombie emergency station. In it contains a pump action shot gun that can hold 7 rounds at a time 1 in the chamber 6 in the feed. Always have the shot gun loaded in the event that the zombies are attacking your home you don't want to get eaten while trying to load the gun... zombies wont wait for you to be ready. It also has 10 additional rounds that can either be combat loaded or loaded into the feed as you use them. Also included in this in a 10 inch machete you need a weapon for close quarters but you have to have something that is big enuff to cut threw the zombies spine to help you get away. Also the case of the kit can be used as a shield to help push back any attackers. make sure you keep additional ammo in the house in a safe room 17 rounds will go fast and if you want to survive you will need them. for any additional info please refer to this helpful instruction sheet.

Hurray for planing!

This is from last year when we were showing Hayden snow for the first time we decided to lean against a statue and fell... i don't think he likes snow very much, And don't get mad we rushed him inside cleaned him up and got him warm again very fast.

well not much to report from yesterday a lot o cleaning and playing on the Internet. Today though has started with all sorts or adventure. Reveille was at 0400 so that we could be ready to march over to a gym on base for the H1N1 flu vaccine. Rather then simply taking muster (roll call) in side the barracks where it was warm and sheltered from the wind we all waited outside in the freezing cold and wind for ruffly 25 min so they could call off every 200+ people that live in the building... I'm not sure what the exact temperature was at 0500 i do however know that at 0700 2 hours later with wind chill it was -17 degrees Fahrenheit. IT WAS COLD! after the "accurate" muster we marched... loosely about 1/2 a mile to the gym to sit on the dirty floor and be talked to like 3 year olds on how to give our self the vaccine (don't worry it was in a noes spray we didn't give our own shots ha ha) i don't know what your opinion is on the vaccine and its up to you how you feel about the whole deal i personally am not a big fan yes I'm a "hate mongering" conservative and i do believe that the media has blown this WAY out of proportion but being in the NAVY the choice about getting the shot or not has been made for me... i hope i don't die! Anyway so after that we again formed up into a loose formation went another 1/2 mile to the medical building and waited another 10 min in the cold to scan our ID's and make sure that our records are up to date. only thing left was to walk (RUN, ARE YOU KIDDING ME ITS FREEZING OF COARSE I'M GOING TO RUN!!!) back to the barracks and try to get warm. needless to say my fingers (that were in cloves btw) are still sore but at least now i can feel and move them... my head hurts though just one of the wonderful side affect from the vaccine :D so with that crazy of a morning i cant wait to see what the rest of the day has in store for me!

New

Since this is my first random post how about a random picture sorry all you Utah fans but this year the better team won ;)

Ok so as you can all tell I'm new to all this blogging stuff. needless to say i have decided to be a little more relaxed about my post's rather than these big extravagant story ever 2 weeks or so ill try to make the majority of my writing on the simpler thoughts and day to day activities. However for those of you that might enjoy the "story time" with Joshie do not fret ill try to post a big story ever few weeks or so. they are just to hard to think of on the spot and then i stress over them for days... like my last one i know it was cute and whatnot but as i read back i don't think it turned out how i wanted it to oh well it just leaves me room for more stories!

so just a thought... i have made now 4 posts and yet i keep getting prompts from blog spot that they think this is a spam blog! Ive cleared it 3 times already people!!! Oh well sorry if it makes getting into my blog to hard i thank you for sticking it threw for me ;) and i promise a lot more random activity from me. Speaking of which let me know what you have to think, ask questions and if you are curious about anything or want me to wright about something let me know and i will be happy to tell you all about it! well almost bed time. I hope you all have a good night!

Pincess in the tower

My beautiful wife

Who ever would think that "True love" was possible. Especially to a guy like me! ha ha. This as you can guess is the story of how my wife and i came to be. Our story first begins in High school during Marching band my Jr. year. (it starts in marching bad? you KNOW its going to be good!) During one of our afternoon practices in he middle of running threw the show my best friend who was right next to me got hit in the head with one of the color guards flags in th middle of a movement, and trust me that hurts! Unfortunately most of the guards attitudes were "if you get in our way and we hit you it your own fault!" - nagging voice. But my friend being the flirt that he is decided not to make a big deal out of the situation and started to talk to this girl her name was Marissa but she (forcefully) liked to go by Missy. they became friends and started hanging out together i became more or less a friend of a friend. She would sit with us during lunch and before school like a lot of people did. during my senior year her Jr. she got sick and had to take her school work home and do packets from there kind of like a mix between home school and normal school. During Christmas while i was trying to figure out who i was going to buy gifts for and what to get she came to mind i'm not sure why we were never that good of friends and she had not been to school for a few months non the less i knew she should be on my list. Her gift from me was simple it was a bag of Hershey's Kisses with a note saying " i know you wanted your first kiss to be from your future husband... sorry its just me" i thought it was just a joke on a gift. (if you ask her she will tell you thats when she knew she would marry me) she returned to school shortly after Christmas break and we started talking more and on "B" days we had classes right next to each other so we would walk together on our way and give a hug as we parted. That year during the "Memorial day" weekend all of my friends left with there family's and so i went over to her house every day. shortly after i graduated we went on a trip to Manti Utah, to help me look into a college the and we watched a movie and i rubbed her head and played with her hair for at least 4 hours! On the way back form the weekend trip i asked if i could hold her hand and she didn't know why but she let me and the next day we were a couple.

We held hands a lot and we held hands all the time but she had never been kissed and i had a reputation as being a "lip slut" so i didn't want to kiss her to soon. After a week of being together we rubbed our noeses together for about 2 hours (Eskimo kisses) and that night before i went home i kissed her on the forehead and i thought it was a good small step. A week later we shared our first kiss... i admit i messed up i help a bit to long and needless to say it was kinda awkward esspecialy when she started to talk out of the side of her mouth and asked "now what?" ok ok my bad i had been out of practice for a while. we had our first official date a week later. i worked graveyard shift at Walmart so it was hard to find a night off to go out. we had a nice dinner at olive garden. she gets sick in the summer and cant keep a lot of food down so the waiter thought i was making her starve and kept shooting me dirty looks telling her it was ok she can order more the a salad... she thought it was funny. hen we went to a park and i pulled out a boom box and we danced in the park and i kissed her for the second time this one was much better! we laid down to look at the stars and she rubbed my head and told me it was ok to close my eye's. I started to tell her i wasn't sleepy but by the time i finished the sentence apparently an hour had passed... again not my fault i worked the graveyard shift lay off. We saw each other everyday even if it was only for 10 min to say hi and wish each other a good day. about 8 or so months later we started talking about Marriage, we both knew thats what we wanted the only guideline she gave me was to make it something you don't see everyday... so after a play the cast invited her on stage and i proposed in front of all those strangers. She graduated and we got married in the Manti Temple Aug 5th 2006.

My first passion

Me being silly with my Trumpet

Music has always been one of my passions, and has been in my family for many generations. at least on my step-dad's side of the family anyhow. My mom i don't think ever tried to play an instrument in her life and my biological father lets just say was more of a jock. Non the less he is where i got my love for rock! I have been listening to rock music of all kinds since i was born and it still is one of my favorite styles to listen to. But threw my step-dad i learned to branch out and learn to appreciate all kinds of music. the power it has to move people and take them away to what ever world there mind can make even if at first we don't like what we hear listen to what the artist is trying to make us feel. That's what music is one of the greatest forms of art in this world it has so much power and can create so many different emotions and is (in my opinion) the earliest form of art that we as humans created. We can see this in the simplest of people there is music, it might not be to the level that we can but every culture has its own style even if we cant understand each other threw language we can understand the emotions of music. Is it so hard to imagine our ancestors hitting sticks together in a steady beat. This is the first forms of music how would it be to go back in time and listen to the first song ever made! what would it sound like? what would the song tell us about the people? and what kind of emotion would they try to stir in us?

I started my own music journey by playing my dad's Clarinet passed down for many generations. I played it for about 4 years and i did fairly well i was one of the first chairs in the band but i didn't feel the passion for it like my dad told me i should feel when i really get into it i felt that there was something missing something ells waiting for me. Then late in my 7th grade year my best friend at the time invited me over to his house like he always did but this time rather then play video games or sneak onto the golf coarse by his house he wants to practice our songs from school. we had a concert coming up in a few weeks so he thought it would be fun. of coarse i had heard the trumpet played many times but always in a group or in a band. never had i heard it by itself. i remember how beautiful it was and i knew that instant that the trumpet was right for me! I went home and bashfully asked my parents if in the following school year i could make the change at first they were skeptical i don't think my dad was happy at all. he told me how hard it would be to start all over again and i would be about 4-5 years behind most trumpet players my age. i didn't care this was my calling.

The next year i started in beginning band...again! taking it one step at a time yet trying to progress as fast as i could to play catch up. that year i met my best friend also a beginning trumpet player. time passed and i made it to the concert band (the highest one) the next year most people didn't think i could get that far in one year but i made it happen.

In high school a friend of mine asked me to go to marching band with him just to try it out. it was an after school program and at first i had no desire to join but being the push over i am i got sucked into it and am i glad i did! For my birthday my sophomore year i got the best gift my parents ever gave me, it was a professional model Yamaha silver trumpet! (My first love) the shine was amazing the silver finish perfectly reflecting my face, the keys so smooth like a hot knife threw butter it was perfect! to give it my own personal feel i added a leather strap around the keys this was MINE. It sounds stupid i know but when you find YOUR instrument you can feel like there is a soul in it, like another person waiting and wanting and when we play together the heavens open and she made the most beautiful sound. I don't feel like i ever played her no i think more and more that threw me she sang!

In the end we made it to first chair in the concert band, 3 years of marching band (senior year trumpet section leader), jazz band 1, early morning symphony, the high school musical pit orchestra, and vice president of the band. in all i think my senior year i was in 5 band classes. but we grow up try to go to college, go to work, and start a family and i haven't played her since. At time i want to more then anything but fear gets the best of me. After so long part of me if afraid that ill never get the sound and music i want ever again. Am i better off starting again and trying to working my way up again or to remember the glory days and remember how great we used to be?

Music is what feelings sound like

-author unknown

Intro

Me my senior year in High School

I am nothing more then an average man. I am no hero, nothing spectacular about my life for the world to take notice, I work, I live, and I love. I am a member of "The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints" Mormon. I grew up in a complicated battle between parents which as a child can be hard and confusing, both had there best intentions but you can see ho as a kid it can feel like you are thrown around a lot. I grew up for a Deep love for Music of all kinds (except Gangster rap and country) i played in the band in school, I would sing or whistle whenever i could (as long as no one could hear) and if friends where busy and couldn't get together i would just stay in my room and listen to music until dinner and bed time. I am a very shy and quiet person but i stand up for people that are under me or that i feel i need to watch over some have often told me I'm the dad they thought they got away from or older brother for that matter. I graduated High School and soon after knew who i would spend the rest of forever with. We started dating and soon found ourselves in love and where married just over a year later. I was 19 she was 18 People said we were crazy but we didn't listen we just wanted to be together that was all we needed. nine months later we found out that we would be parents! Both of us were shocked but we have the best little boy we could ever pray for. I tried the college life 2 times and both ended shortly to say the least. we lived pretty basic lives her watching over our son me going to work to barley make the bills and but food on the table. after trying to decide what we where going to do with our lives we decided that it might be best for me to join the NAVY. I joined and went to boot camp, went threw about 3 schools and finally at last graduated Gunners Mate "A" school. My official Rank and title is GM SN Bushman, Joshua (I love putting GM SN before my name ) now i am just waiting for Orders to post so i can go be with my wife and son again. I'm sorry for the vagueness of my first blog most are just subjects that i wish to go into further detail later as i tell you about my life. Do i care if someone reads these... Meh its just nice to put my thoughts and stories down.

Through Power, I gain Victory.

Through Victory, My Chains are Broken.

-Excerpt from the Sith code