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LOL, the funny part is he would have laughed at you two being in jail together. You know the best friends are those who sit by you in jail going "what a ride" -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

This is the last one from me.... Memorial Day boogie in Perris. JP had brought everything he owned down. We were jumping having a great time when he lands wrong and hurts his ankle. JP refused to seek treatment so the guys help him to a chair where we ice it and give him Tylenol. I kept asking him how he was and he kept saying "fine" and for us to go jump. After about an hour he finally agreed since his foot was now black and blue and as big as a ball. I agreed to take him although I had to fuss because he kept saying to jump and he'd wait. MEN! Anyway I get into that big red truck with the cargo thing on top making it that much bigger, slide the seat all the way forward and scoot up so I can touch the gas. JP sets the navigational toy of his and we are off. Now realize I'm from a small town and we head over some mountain, through smog, 20 million lanes of traffic, on a road that has more holes than Carter has liver pills. JP sits in back fussing about each one commenting on my driving skills...or lack of. We finally find the hospital. I pull him up to the ER and get a wheelchair, part the truck (which wasn't an easy task in those compact spaces), and join him in the waiting room video camera in hand. We work our way through the system entertaining everyone with the laughter. Many wanted in on the video. One nurse asked what his pain level was to whick he reported about a 9. She said why are you laughing. JP replied "Because I can" Typical JP...always making others smile. I still have the video. Something great to remember JP by. -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

Another of my alltime favorites is the first time JP showed me pictures of his girls. They were so cute and he went on and on and on and on (...you get the picture) about how smart they were, how much they loved playing with him and basically how sweet and special they were. Next night...same story. Next night...same story except instead of asking their names I told him their names. JP asked, "How did you know?" JP was so proud of the girls that I guess he forgot who he showed them off too. -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

Where to start? I have so many JP stories that ir is impossible to even think so I guess I'll just start from the beginning. JP and I met at the first DZ.com Eloy Christmas Boogie. We had talked online some but back then the group was so small that we ALL talked to everyone at the same time. We arrive and of course JP knows me right away being I'm so short etc. We hit it off immediately. He and TallGuy made a point of looking after me by making sure I made it to the hotel while my buddies were nakid in the pool. I jumped with the gang all the next few days and really got to know everyone. JP was on EVERY jump I made that year. He introduced me to Guiness, his daughters (via pictures and stories), Corinne, Byron, and myself. For those of you who knew me then I wasn't real into dating or anything...throwing rocks at guys was my comment. But, JP was different. We connected and talked for hours. We talked about everything like we had known each other for years. The connection wasn't physical but emotional. We understood each other. I listened to his happinesses, joys, excitements, fears, and concerns. One of those talks took us to a fire pit where people were playing music and walking in the fire. JP always being a photographer has the camera in one hand and a beer in the other. The pictures speak for themselves as he falls into the guitar cases still holding both and not missing a beat. Only a true professional could pull that off. On the day we left we hugged tight and I told JP I loved him. Not like something it wasn't but like someone who was special to me...because he was. Because he will always be. I also gave him hugs for his girls simply because they were so special to him and wanted him to know that they also heald a special place in my heart because they were his. He called me later to let me know he delivered those hugs. -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

Bytch...Ilove that pic of JP and I. I had worked all day, driven to ATL, been picked up by you, and we were celebrating. JP made a point to get there early enough to share my first beer there. That is the night he threatened to throw me in the pool so many time cause I kept bugging him about riding his motorcycle. What wonderful memories. -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

PLEASE count me in....although I really don't want to see a memorial page for him...I want to see him -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

I still can't get my mind around it all simply because JP is gone. I've spent the last hour talking to Viking crying and laughing at the fun times we all shared. Band surfing fire walking beer drinking long walks and even longer talks hugs smiles laughs skydives...some good and some REALLY bad JP breaking his ankle and Me driving him the the hospital..it is funny since I'm from a small town in GA video of said hospital visit being told I can't drive a wheelchair laughing at the pain meds and my driving being much better going back to the DZ figuring out how to get all his gear (God that man loved toys) back in his truck...especially the bike joking about my hair color this week crying about life realizing that not everything in life is perfect no matter how much we want it to be talking about changes and how we can only change ourselves life moving on and coming full circle family Monkey hats Guinness...I only drank it cause JP helped finish it Yes, I knew JP was frustrated and unhappy at times because we were friends, but he hid it so well the last time we talked and since I was so far away....I didn't know.... I honestly don't think it would have made a difference even if several of us had been right there. JP was obviously at the point where he saw no light, no other way, no options. Nothing we could have said would have made a difference. Trust me, JP and I talked about things till we were blue in the face. If he took this route then he was beyond anyone talking to him. I will miss you, JP. Love always...see ya when I get there, Lisa -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

Hell, I even gave him one of the first other-than-Raeford Skymonkey hats at Eloy! I hate this. Chuck Man did he love that hat, too. The only thing he liked better than wearing it was telling the story about getting it. -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

I had so hoped JP had put you up to something to get me going when you called. THIS SUCKS I have so many stories, pictures, and memories of JP but I just can't right now. I knew he was hurting but he refused to open up to me the last time we talked....DAMNIT JP I would have listened. My thoughts are with Corinne and the girls as well as everyone who knew and loved JP. Sad Mouth -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

yea, I hear myself saying that now and again as I get on in years! lmao...POOR BABY. they make drugs for that ya know -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

Wow, look who comes out of hiding to post a zinger! Well, Yippie (thanks for lettime ME and only ME call you that) it is like this.....sometimes its not quantity but quality -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

I simply can't believe non of you have chimed in with CLAY...everyone knows he has the best boobs around. -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

It works. That said my next question is if there is going to be a plane at SD ATL that weekend. I'm actually home and had thought about making a few jumps close to home. -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

Me too. I was going through my phone yesterday and found his number. Wish I had used it more...wish I could use it now. -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

You are always nice to me, Yippie. You let me call you Yippie when you get mad at everyone else doing it. Hugs hon...smile if for no other reason than everyone will wonder just what you did that they don't know about. (Especially if they know you) -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

If we could just get someone to follow Mary around with a camera 24/7, we'd have a pretty decent reality TV show. Trust me...SHE has the pictures as that woman takes pics all the time. She even has a few of the two of us, not that we were doing anything or anything like that. -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

Like Arlo is capable of supervising. Geez, like anyone here is capable -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

LMAO...Mar you are so funny. I miss all of you guys. HUGS around -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

SWEET... Such an inspiration to everyone. I can't wait to get home to watch the video (firewall at work), but I know it is going to be wonderful. Thank you for showing others what true service is.\\Lisa -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

OMG, I agree. What a looker. Get ready to beat off the girls. -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

I commend you for taking a stand on this issue. I will gladly double this commendation when (yes, I do believe you will stand behind it) everyone completes a safe Texas record. Best of luck to you and the particpants. Lisa -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

Coming from you I am disappointed. We are only as safe as we enforce ourselves to be no matter if at a boogie or at a weekend jumping. If anyone honestly believes that then you guys are shallow. So what if a boogie isn't the place for swoopers to spped through traffic on a big way? Can't you do that at most any DZ on a regular weekend. What is wrong with adapting to the safe crowd for a few jumps? Doesn't kill ya at least. End rant...this mentality has to stop though or the deaths will continue. -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

I had a pin lock, attempted to pull the bridle then cut away and pulled silver because I had NO IDEA what was going on. Found out the pin had a burr on it which cut through the attachment point from the inside. Moral of the story...CHECK your pin attachments and have ANY damage replaced. Learned my lesson quickly as the high speed mal was not pretty. Of course neither was the reserve landing with the main pilot chute wrapped around the toggles on the right side. -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

Know that my thoughts and prayers are with you today, as unfortunately I cannot get away due to prior commitments with my daughter. Everyone be safe and honor Bob as only those who knew and loved him can with fond memories and plesant thoughts. Blue skies forever Lisa -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.

I wasn't mean you per say, but skydivers as a whole. It is hard to believe people who would give you anything they have have no more feeling for human life. -- Hot Mama At least you know where you stand even if it is in a pile of shit.