Four Loko

You may or may not have heard the heart breaking news that Four Loko was taken off the market in Washington in late 2010. Controversies aside about this alcoholic beverage, my personal opinion of this drink is that it kicked ass. It got you so over the top wasted in just one can. So by drinking two, you could party really hard for under $8. For people with limited means, like myself-- thank you Army for my giant paycheck, it was a bargain you couldn't pass up.

Four Loko was a caffeinated alcoholic energy drink. Mixing a depressant (alcohol) with a stimulant (energy drink) makes your body freak out. It doesn't know if it's tired or hyper. So what happens is your body doesn't tell your brain you are super drunk because you have so much energy to burn. The controversy is people get so drunk so fast drinking this stuff that they can easily get alcohol poisoning and, in a worst case scenario, die.

I have a little more control than the average bear when it comes to drinking myself to death. It's not on my bucket list. So 2 cans of Four Loko worked just fine for me. Plus it tastes absolutely disgusting so 2 cans was really all I wanted anyhow.

The whole blog has been in past tense so far. But one trip to the 7 Eleven last night made Four Loko a present tense subject again. Hooray! Four Loko made an encore appearance! I don't know how and I don't know why. I don't ask questions like that. Instead 6 cans were purchased and the goal of getting totally trashed at home with my boyfriend was accomplished.

Thank you Four Loko for coming back into my life. You made Friday night awesome. :)

Vehicle Nomad

My day starts at 0430. It's a disgusting time to wake up. So by 1130, I'm ready for a lunch time nap. The only available place for theses naps are in my vehicle.

I basically live out of my Ford Escape like a nomad. I eat in my truck. I sleep in my truck. I've been known to change clothes in my truck (don't you judge me). My truck is a storage place for military gear, paperwork and dog supplies. I apply makeup in my truck. I pluck my eyebrows in my truck.

I used to have self respect and pride which kept me from doing said things. But now that I am trapped on Fort Lewis for 14+ hours a day, I am forced to live like an animal.

This afternoon I passed out with the heat blasting and Modest Mouse on the stereo for a good hour and a half. It was an amazing nap... except I woke up with the tell tale signs of amazingness all over my face.

BUSTED.

The CSH? I Think Not!

Admittedly, January hasn't been an active month of blogging. It's been an active month of stupid bullshit gifted to me from the Army which has consumed most of my free time. Nothing out of the ordinary as bullshit goes, just seemingly more of it.

In the midst of the Army piling on my NCO duties, I am dealing with my PCS to Fort Campbell, KY. I have my orders! My actual in writing paper orders. I was really excited until I saw the pin point I was assigned to: the CSH. That stands for Combat Support Hospital. I am horrified by this turn of events. It's going to be nothing but girls and officers. And girl officers. To make things worse, the CSH I am assigned to is also deployed. I am unable to deploy until September when my dwell time is completed, so I will be on rear detachment. For anyone who is unsure what rear detachment comprises of, it's everyone who was unable to deploy for whatever reason. Pregnancy, Soldiers pending legal action, known drug offenders... the list of undesirables goes on. Oh boy.

So immediately my brain is scrambling for a way to get out of this situation. Nothing was coming to mind. I was about to lie down and just take it when, like a beacon of heavenly light, a man stepped into my life and handed me his business card. He was a CID agent, and he was offering me a job. I had impressed him in the interview I had given him earlier. He was extending me an opportunity I couldn't refuse. A few days later, I met with the head NCO over at the CID office on Fort Lewis and he interviewed me. He said he will do whatever is necessary to help me put together my CID packet and reclass out of being a Medic and towards being a Federal Agent. And he'd do it all while still guaranteeing I will go to Fort Campbell in the end.

It all is happening so fast! I'm really excited about this opportunity. There is still a lot that needs to be done and a few hurdles that need to be conquered. Hopefully everything checks out and I am able to reclass from 68W to 31D.