Calli, good luck on the call back!
vw, glad you and Toto are settling in well.
I, too, love Raq's tag. Don't love the setting of her a/c at work, though. Warmth~ma.
connie, sinus~ma.
Raq, I've purged most of the Navyisms from my speech, but every now and then I find one creeping back in. I told one of my coworkers the other day to "pull chocks" and even did it with the hand gesture to go with. I've quit calling bathrooms "heads," though.
Raq, I think you should teach us dh's war college lingo. We can scare the internets with it. What's the meaning of the one you used as an example?
Erin, happy belated birthday!
My tag is from the "coyote rules," a collection of wisdom from the Special Forces. Although, they aren't so much rules as
guidelines.
"call the ball" is what a naval aviator does when he's landing on an aircraft carrier. When the control tower tells the pilot to call the ball, they are turning over control of the landing procedure to him for a bit, so it gets used to mean "it's your call" or similar.
And I was trying to remember the Bush story about it, so I googled and got it:
There is a visual aid used on carriers to let pilots know if they are on the proper glide slope to land on the deck. The part that moves up and down depending on how you're doing on the glide slope looks like a ball or "meat ball". The fact that you have a visual on the approach aid dictates a call to the controller on the ship.
The President's recent approach to the aircraft carrier Abraham Lincoln resulted in the following: In this case the standard response from the pilot of plane carrying the President would have been "Lincoln, Navy One, 12,500 lbs, Roger Ball" meaning I have the ball in sight and am on glide path (for a safe landing -- the weight is given for setting the correct braking tension of the arresting gear cables).
The President's recent approach to the aircraft carrier Abraham Lincoln resulted in the following: "Navy One" was on final approach for trap aboard CVN ABRAHAM LINCOLN... the President, making the radio call, said:
"Lincoln, Navy One, 12,500 lbs, I have the balls"
His call brought down the house in wild cheers.
I used to speak the alphabet when DH was in the Navy, now I have to dredge my brain to recall all the acronyms we used.
Oh, geez, Raq. That is fucking hilarious.
I know! We need to get chattin'!
Wake up and smell the odometer, Bitches!