Sunday, December 27, 2009

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A Grand Idea

I’m full of good ideas. I’d like to think if the right person caught wind of my ideas I could give up my blogging gig to become a full time inventor. Until that time comes I want to share one of my can’t miss ideas.

Parachutes on Airplane Seats: For those of you who do not know, Celia and I took the kids to Rome just before Christmas. On the day of our flight back to Germany I became very sick which made for a very long day. I became extremely irritable as a drawback to being sick. I’m not alone; I’d like to think most people’s patience when sick is comparable to a dog with rabies. At the beginning of the flight, the flight attendant stood before the plane and conducted the standard seat belt brief as the PA system informed me “in the unlikely event of a water landing your seat may be used as a flotation device.”

I have flown over a large body of water once and that was the Atlantic Ocean en route to Germany. In a water landing of that magnitude the outcome for all onboard is fatal; my floating seat will do nothing but prolong the inevitable. However deep my cynicism may run with the floating seats I am not advocating for their removal, not in the least bit. I saw Cast Away. If the difference between the wife, kids, and I reaching a deserted island for survival is a cheap floating seat, however unlikely that scenario is, I want that opportunity.

What I’m suggesting is not a modification, but more of an upgrade. The overwhelming majority of flights I have been on have all been over land and therefore is the basis of my research. My rhetorical question is how a floating seat will help me in the unlikely landing of a cornfield? By limiting the passengers (Me) to only one additional survival device, the passengers (I) thereby relinquish total control of their (My)lives to the pilot. Does that seem fair? As a paying customer I would feel far more reassured knowing I had two options. Option A would be to go down with the Captain and his ship. Option B would be to roll the dice by parachuting out of the plane like Evil Knievel.

A question most likely lingering is how will my seat get from inside the plane to the outdoors? I’m glad you asked. Once the plane has dropped to a certain altitude, safe for parachuting, the pilot will announce “we are now cleared for parachuting.” The pilot will then push a red button which will remove the top of the plane, similar to a sun roof in a car. The passengers, ensuring their seat belts are on tight, will push their own red button which will eject them out of the plane. For clarity, imagine Maverick and Goose in Top Gun, the ejection will mirror theirs.

The passengers will float down to earth safely by a giant parachute. I believe to ensure maximum safety of the passengers on the plane, the parachute must be monstrous to lower the people as slowly as possible. Imagine the parachute used in the Disney blockbuster hit, Operation Dumbo Drop, that big.

Obviously there are flaws and a few kinks which still need to be worked out but I believe the idea is solid. Some people may be opposed to the idea of landing while still attached to their airline seat with the fear of concussions and broken bones. I share those concerns myself but I feel two broken legs are better than the alternative, don’t you?

Parachutes on airplane seats, it is a brilliant, can’t miss idea.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

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Happy Holidays, From The Romicks

A few months ago, when I was recovering from my eye surgery, I posted a blog I wrote a few years ago. The blog was a mock Christmas card written well before I knew what it took to be a great husband and father. With the holiday season just around the corner, and with Christmas cards being sent out, I decided this would be the most opportunistic time for me to send out an official Christmas card on The Morning Ride.
Ho, Ho, Ho everybody. The Romick’s here, from Baumholder, Germany. We’re a happy group of people hoping to shed a little Christmas spirit to you and everybody around you. The holidays are times for sharing, giving, and making those who love you believe your life is better than it really is. The last part is the golden rule of holiday cards sent out in the form of a newsletter, as this is. While we might be a little different than most common folks we too follow the golden rule. Without waiting any longer, the youngest member of the Romick family, Hailey Serena, will inform you all just how awesome she is and how awesome her life is.

Hailey Serena
I was born this year on February 1st and one thing I’ve learned is that it is not easy being beautiful. Being beautiful wears a girl out, so I sleep a lot. I try to sleep about 12-13 hours a night and I also manage to get two solid naps in during the day. It’s rough being 10 months old. I enjoy Cheerios, sweet potatoes, Mommy Milk, and anything else I can find on the ground. Dust piles are always fun. I love my big brother Jadon; I’m quite the tag-a-long. We play all the time together. Sometimes I won’t leave Jadon alone so he will push me and I will cry, then he gets in trouble by Mommy and Daddy. Sometimes though, I’ll just cry for no reason and Jadon will still get in trouble. I’m 10 months old but I run this house. Daddy’s so predictable. I know if I cry he will pick me up, he’ll give me kisses and call me a princess. My Mommy is cool. I know when I see her and cry a swig of milk is moments away. It’s all about me and Mommy knows it. Princess out!


Jadon Alan
I started potty training this year. I’m still scared to poop on the toilet so I wait until I have a diaper on and destroy that diaper. I have a Mommy and Daddy who clean up after me so I do not see any reason to change my ways, at least not yet. I’ve started to get in trouble a lot, but you see, I’m a little boy. I know I’m not supposed to touch the TV screen when my fingers are covered with cheese spread, but I’m a little boy and little boys are going to do what little boys are going to do. I’m know I’m supposed to take naps but the way I see it, I have two hours of uninterrupted play time. Little boys don’t get a whole lot of time to play. I know I shouldn’t take big jumps off the couch but seriously, do you have any idea how much fun it is to jump off the couch? I’m a really good big brother and love my Baby Sissy. Sometimes though, I have to push her down but Baby Sissy needs to understand this is Jadon’s House and she can’t always play with my toys. I love watching Rocky Balboa and can’t wait for Santa Clause to come. Go Pack Go!

Celia Serena
I’m the luckiest girl in the world. I have two beautiful children who love me infinitely more than their father. I’m married to the greatest blogger in the world who also happens to be very easy on the eyes. What more could I ask for other than a 2010 Audi A8 and husband who knows how to dance? A girl can dream, right? Things are rather normal around here though. The most rewarding part of my day is being able to put on an apron and cook for Andrew. I know my place as a woman and Andrew is always there to remind me. Sure he does a few things that I would like to see change but leaving his underwear in the living room for me to pick up is not one of them. I love my husband! That man is not the only one I’m taking care of. Jadon had begun to put me in time-out on a regular basis, he will ask me to kiss a body part that he hurt, including his tushie, and every day I’m forced to watch hours of Playhouse Disney. Hailey has grown into quite the diva and only thinks with her belly. It’s not easy being the woman of this house.

Andrew Dale
What have I been up to? Don’t you read my blog?



Ho, Ho, Ho
The Romicks

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

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Late Fees

Usually about once a month Celia and I have what we have come to know as “Romick Day.” Do not be fooled by the catchy title. Romick Day consists of nothing more than sweat pants, movies, coffee until about noon, and pizza ordered from the bowling alley. Typically Romick Day is declared early in the morning; the majority of the time following an evening without the kids. About the title, well I do not even know how the title caught on; I think Celia said it one morning and it just stuck. As I mentioned before movies are a key component to Romick Day, and therein lies a whole other story.

I love watching movies. I always have. From the time I was a young boy there was something about movies that grabbed my attention. Every weekend I would ride my bike up to Home Video, my hometown’s small video store, I would rent three to four movies and have a blast. Every Sunday when my Grandpa and Grandma’s newspaper arrived I would tear apart the TV Guide for the week to see if there were any movies I could record. As I continued to grow older the only thing that changed was my preference in movies and my ability to return the movies on time.

For reasons unknown to me, I cannot return a movie before the due date. This bad habit took on a whole new life when I was in college. I can recall back in college I rented the movie Matchstick Men when it was a new release. The movie sat in my room for weeks without being returned. All the while I would continue to rent movies from Blockbuster and hear I still had a movie out. Of the numerous trips I made to Blockbuster I always forgot to grab Matchstick Men. Finally, enough time passed for Blockbuster to decide the easiest course of action, for both parties, was for me to buy Matchstick Men. So I bought Matchstick Men and have not watched it since.

The best thing that ever happened for my movie watching addiction was Netflix and Blockbuster doing away with late fees. With that stroke of genius I knew I was not alone. I knew there were thousands upon thousands of sorry, irresponsible movie viewers like myself. It’s nice to know I’m part of a group, even if we are not properly acknowledged. With all of that said what I find the most amusing is I view myself as being very responsible.

Before I begin this next section I must confess Celia is largely responsible for follows. We are very good at paying our bills, all of them. Every month money is set aside for our children’s education, emergency funds are in place, etc., etc. When it comes to returning movies on time, neither one of us can be trusted.

Last Friday Celia and I attended a Christmas party. Hailey only had one nap that day which resulted in us leaving the Christmas party early. As we walked to the car Celia threw out the idea of renting a movie. This appealed greatly to me as Terminator Salvation was released on video earlier in the week. Unfortunately for me the latest Terminator installment was not in stock but a movie Celia wanted was, Night at the Museum 2. Even more there was a movie Jadon saw, grabbed, and could not stop talking about. In case anybody is wondering Jadon grabbed a 5-in-1 movie which contained Barney, Thomas and Friends, and Bob the Builder to name a few. As we exited the cashier said, “Both of these are due back Monday before noon.”

I’m so irresponsible I rent movies expecting to pay a late fee. I’m still fuming about the time Celia and I rented The Soloist, kept it in our possession for an entire week past the due date, and failed to watch it even once. That was money well spent! Fortunately we watched Night at the Museum 2, twice. As I mentioned before, both movies were due back before noon on Monday. Well it is currently 8:38 p.m. on Wednesday I can comfortably say the movies will not be returned tomorrow. Even with a list of things to do for a day returning movies somehow always seems to be neglected.

The worst part is this. I work out every day and so does Celia. The gym we use is within spitting distance from where we rent our movies from. Like I said before, for some unexplainable reason I cannot return a movie on time. How pathetic is that?

I understand Netflix is still an option but since I live in Germany it takes Netflix about two weeks for a movie to arrive. Who wants to wait two weeks to watch a 90 minute movie? Not this guy, that much is for certain.


The bottom line is I have developed a terrible habit. I need to accept reality though; I’m 28 years old and I’m dangerously close to becoming set in my ways for life. I’m curious how many other people share the same problem. As I said before, I know I’m not alone. If anybody reading this knows of a way I can change my bad ways I would be more than happy to listen. If not, I understand.

In closing, with my Battalion Ball in two days I’m aware the next Romick Day will most likely occur on Saturday. I’d also venture to say Saturday would be a safe bet Jadon’s 5-in-1 movie and Night at the Museum 2 are properly returned.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

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Steroids in Baseball and Professional Wrestling

Today I am republishing a blog I wrote at the beginning of the year. Two different ideas floated around my mind this morning until I saw a headline on Yahoo news. A professional wrestler, formally employed by the WWE, died of a heart attack at the age of 36. I made the decision that the two ideas I had would have to wait because I wanted repost this older topic. Whether or not you enjoy professional wrestling is irrelevant for what you are about to read. Hope you enjoy.


I can't help myself; I am a Professional Wrestling fan. The WWE (formally WWF) runs through my blood like NASCAR to a drunken redneck. So it should come to little surprise to those of you who know me how I could conjure up this idea. I don't watch the televised events with as much regularity as I did during my youth but if I am flipping through the channels and spot a man in his underwear, in front of 20,000 people, on national television, well I will generally stop flipping and listen to what he has to say. Hell it must be important if he's in his skivvies speaking his mind. Can you imagine if Anderson Cooper from CNN was reporting live from the Democratic Caucus without his shirt on in just his Fruit of the Loom white drawers? You'd stop and listen and give that pioneer of the journalism world your undivided attention. When I see 88 year old Ric Flair standing in just his red panties and saggy man boobs I stop and do the same thing.



The way this all started for me was when I was back home on leave. I was flipping through all of the channels relishing the fact I could drink a Heineken, while wearing sweat pants, and eat homemade popcorn with the white cheddar cheese sprinkled over it. Life was good, life was real good. Then as I came across Sports Center I saw the latest development in the never-ending soap opera of which we call Major League Baseball. The scandal, being steroids, has remained constant for the past decade with only the faces changing; the fresh face being accused this time was future Hall of Famer Alex Rodriguez. I have since traveled back to Iraq so following current events has proved to be very challenging but while I was home on leave I received the vibe from all media outlets that A-Rod hurt the public even more than that of the self righteous Roger Clemens. I'll admit I don't have all the facts due to my limited time to the necessary resources but everything that follows from this point forth is only my opinion.



I will tie Professional Wrestling into this, patience.



The reason why I believe that people took such offense to A-Rod being associated with such scandal is really quite simple; he is a very, very likeable guy and represented everything that was good about the game. It was easy to hate Barry Bonds, it was easy to accept the fact that Mark McGuire juiced, and it was easy to not believe Roger Clemens and all of his public efforts to clear his name. Alex Rodriguez didn't possess biceps the size of tree, he always presented himself in the utmost professional manner, and then there is the obvious fact that he could have any woman he so desires. You show me a woman who would turn A-Rod down and I'll show you a lesbian. Then there is the part that A-Rod became a star at such a young age in Seattle on a team that shared Griffey Jr. Everybody loved Griffey and it seemed like such a natural acceptance of A-Rod. Rodriguez appeared on the cover of Sports Illustrated with Derek Jeter when they were both new to the league giving sports fans' a glimpse into the future. He was one of baseball's Golden Boy's and the odds on pick to break Barry Bonds all time home run record, without a cloud of controversy and skepticism looming over his head. In such a dark time for a sport with such a proud history, Alex Rodriguez was showing baseball fans that there was still one person playing the game with the integrity it so deserved. After all the years of hard work, building up his image, being the youngest person to ever reach all homerun milestones, it all came crashing down with one allegation. That is why I believe baseball fans took this so personally.



One night while I was home, after I heard about and read up on A-Rod's fall from grace, AFN (Armed Forces Network) was showing a special Encore presentation of a WWE Pay Per View event. That is one advantage to living in Europe, AFN will show Pay Per View events all the time and you never have to pay a dime extra for the program. Celia was flipping through the channels and quickly flipped by the wrestling program but changed back after I pleaded with her. I have watched wrestling for most of my life but I could probably count on one hand how many times I have actually watched a Pay Per View event on TV. The numbers are that low. So when this option presented itself to me needless to say I was stoked. I sat on our floor like a little boy as the wrestlers began walking down to the ring.



Jadon, who was sitting up on the couch next to Celia at the time began to watch very intensely. He was standing up on our couch with his eyes wide open watching with such curiosity. At one point somebody was slammed down to the mat very hard, Jadon began to scream and move around proving he knew what was going on. I told Celia to watch him as the match continued and she could not stop laughing at him saying, "He is such a little boy!" I seized the opportunity picking him up and moving him down to the ground with me. I put my arm around his shoulder and every time something happened he would look up at me as if to say, "Dad! Did you see that?" We were both overcome with shock of how well he was sitting down and enjoying something other than Playhouse Disney. Eventually Jadon got bored and decided his attention needed to be focused elsewhere, so he removed himself from the floor and was off.



Shortly after Jadon left me a match had just concluded with the announcers saying, "You gotta respect a man like that. He's a future Hall of Famer." Hall of Fame, those are bold words. I then began thinking about the Hall of Fame they would be inducted into, the World Wrestling Entertainment Hall of Fame. The next step I took was thinking about how well physically developed all of these men are. There is no denying it at all, they are huge. How many of them do you think have ever experimented with steroids? Half, two-thirds, three-fourths? All of the evidence is there to support the use of steroids all the way up the ladder to the CEO himself, Vince McMahon. Just watch a Pay Per View event from the early 90's where Vince McMahon was a commentator, Google his name today and you will see him on the cover of Muscle & Fitness (see picture to the right). Not bad for a man getting close to 60 years of age. That, however, is not the main argument; the main argument lies in the past. I have provided a list off the top of my head of a few of the wrestlers who have died recently due to heart conditions due to prolonged steroid use and among other drugs.





  • Ravishing Rick Rude died at the age of 40 after his heart failed.

  • British Bulldog died at the age of 39 from a heart attack

  • Mr. Perfect died from a cocaine overdose with a long history of steroid use

  • Hawk from the Legion of Doom died at the age of 45 of a heart attack

  • Crash Holly died at the age of 32 of a drug overdose

  • Hercules died at the age of 46 due to a heart attack

  • The Big Boss Man, 41 years old, heart attack

  • Eddie Guerrero died at 38 years old because of heart failure

  • Brian Pillman died at the age of 35 of a drug overdose

  • Yokozuna died at the age of 34 because of a heart attack

  • Bam Bam Bigelow died at 45 years old because of a drug overdose

  • Chris Benoit killed his wife and his son then killed himself at the age of 40. He had very high traces of testosterone in his system

  • Crush from Demolition died at the age of 44 because of a drug overdose

  • Queen Sherri died of a drug overdose at the age of 49

  • Big John Stud died at the age of 46 but I am not exactly sure of the cause

  • Ultimate Warrior died about 7 times


The list could go on and on, those are just a few of the names. Now I want you to ask yourself what the fallout would look like if MLB or the NFL produced a list of casualties like that. I grew up watching almost every single one of these guys thinking that they had it all. They had a job that I absolutely adored and appeared to have fun doing it. They were idolized by many kids across the nation and sadly to say were considered hero's by some, I myself am included. Now Congress and the media are extremely worried about the message that many professional baseball players are sending to our youth by being associated with steroids. Many baseball stars are not in the Hall of Fame yet for reasons directly tied to said allegations. If Congress is so concerned about the future of the country isn't only fair to hold a Congressional hearing calling forth many WWE superstars? Shouldn't there be the same red tape associated to the WWE Hall of Fame as there is to the MLB Hall of Fame?



Every week arenas are filled with parents who take their children to cheer on their favorite wrestler and even more people tune in every week to watch WWE's weekly broadcast. Even though the results are known beforehand and everything associated to professional wrestling is "fake" it still has a large following. The WWE itself is a multi-million, if not multi-billion dollar corporation with influence in not only this country, but in many other countries around the world. By Congress not investigating, or at the very least monitoring, the numerous deaths among former WWE wrestlers are they simply saying that those lives are not as significant as the life of an athlete where the outcome is unknown? It would appear that way. Whether we want to acknowledge it or not the WWE has a very large sphere of influence with revenue that could compete with many professional sports.



If the real issue at hand is steroids and steroids killing many people way to young in life then I see no reason why our government has not acted in a more firm manner. Sure, Vince McMahon has said that they test all employees but looking at the list above, and the many not listed, how strict would you say the testing is? The way I see it, there should be no discrimination of the activity in which Congress wants to involve itself in. As it stands right now all that is being said is that it is ok for steroids to run rampant through wrestling but there is zero tolerance in baseball. I am curious as to why. As I said earlier, many wrestlers I grew up watching are dead and if the trend continues then many more will follow. The thing that frightens me the most was how receptive Jadon was to watching the Pay Per View show. Is he to grow up thinking that many of the same individuals are hero's and live a fabulous life attempting to mold himself after them; all the while his hero's are dying from heart attacks and drug overdoses?



Again, all of this started when I heard an announcer say that a certain wrestler was a future Hall of Famer and I began wondering if that wrestler could be held to the same standard as other professional athletes. I had intended for this to be quite humorous with certain wrestlers standing before the Senate as Roger Clemens did declaring their innocence, but as I thought more about it that angle just didn't feel right. As much as I have enjoyed watching professional wrestling throughout my life, and I am aware that it is pathetic for a 27 year old to still enjoy fake wrestling, I think it is terrible for these people to be dying in masses, with no intervention in clear site, and millions of dollars continuing to be raked in.



Anyway, that's what Andrew thinks.