Surgar & Coolaid

This has been going around on Facebook. It's a white trash shopping list found discarded on the floor of a Wal-Mart. Probably in Tennessee...

Physical Abuse

I reported to my new unit yesterday. I was told that, although I am associated with the 86th Combat Support Hospital, I have nothing to do with the 86th Combat Support Hospital. Also, I found out that I am actually attached to a unit out of Fort Hood, Texas (not Fort Campbell) and we are chemical and natural disaster responders. My unit is a unit full of nothing but medics, yet, we do not have an aid station. We do not have Docs to work under. We do not do anything medical until we deploy. We'd deploy with zero real life experience. I know that's hard to grasp, but it's the Army we're talking about here; it doesn't have to make sense, you just execute.

I was placed in the Evacuation Platoon once again. I must have pissed someone off once upon a time.

The first thing my platoon sergeant said to me once we met was, "How's your PT score?" That fills fear in my heart. If that is his #1 concern about his new NCO coming to his platoon, he is very physically oriented. I am not what you would call an athlete, by any stretch of the imagination. I get by. I don't have the genes to excel with raw physical power. This dude is going to physically abuse my body every morning and call it training.

And I am scared.

Attack Of The Wives

Today I had to attend a new comers brief along with all the other new Soldiers to Fort Campbell. This was a breif to acclimate you and your spouse to the post and the surrounding areas. So, it was highly encouraged that the married Soldiers bring their spouses along with them to work today.

I absolutely adore it when spouses make apprearances at work.

Not because I like to interact with the wives. Hell no. I like it that the majority of these ladies get dressed up to come to work with their Soldier. And when I say "dressed up", I mean, they show up looking like hookers.

This brief started at 0900 and there were women walking around with more inches of clevage than I have fingers, stilleto heels and tiny skin tight dresses. This isn't the club, ladies. It's a mandatory new comers brief on a military instillation. Daycare was available on site, for God sakes. Don't advertise your goods. Cover that crap up!

But if you insist on dressing so sexy while the sun is high in the sky, then I suggest you do it outrageously so I can keep taking pictures of you behind your back. Haha.

Huh?

I see this van all over Clarksville. I even saw it in my neighborhood cruising around.

It really isn't a special van, but whenever I see it out of the corner of my eye I read it wrong every time, without fail. I always read it, "HITLER" and the smiley faces just seem so inappropriate.

My First Visitor

My bestie, Rosie, came to visit my house in Clarksville all the way from some frozen waste land in Minnesota this past weekend. She was my first visitor. Which means the guest room has lovingly been renamed "Rosie's Room".

I loved having Rosie here. It's so fun to have a friend over that you seldom get to see. We've been friends since the 5th grade. That's very cool we've held on to our friendship so well so long. Not seeing each other much may have helped... haha.

Rosie being here was a big excuse to go shopping. I don't really have very many girlfriends that I can go shopping with-- especially now that I live in a city in which I only know James. I don't imagine James is much of a shopper. I can see him now: rolling his eyes, pacing and cracking his neck. I need someone with patience, and an honest opinion and I know Rosie can provide both.

We bought lots of fun things for my house, to include new carpet for the living room and a medicine cabinet for the master bedroom. Party animals! We're getting old... sitting on my new lawn chairs on the back deck drinking beer with the dog took the place of getting smashed at a bar. And I'm just fine with that.

I Have A House

There ya have it, folks. I am a homeowner. I never thought I'd own a home in Tennessee, of all places, but I'm SO happy I bought it! It's a ranch style 3 bedroom, 2 full bathroom. It has a huge back yard (full of weeds) that I can't wait to fence in and host BBQs in. It'll be a great place to let Picasso run and play. 



The kitchen.

The master bedroom.

The spare bedroom.

Love my house! I can't wait to fix it up just the way I want it. Something tells me Lowe's and Home Depot are going to become 2 of my new favorite places to spend money!

Blogging From The iPhone

I'm blogging from my iPhone right now while I wait in line at Bank Of America to open an account. Once again, I find myself in an area of the country where WellsFargo is non existent so I have to change banks.

That's not the point of this post.

I made it to Clarksville, Tennessee in one piece! It was a very long trip, but James, Picasso and myself made it here safe and sound. We're almost all moved into the house. The house is GREAT, by the way. I really enjoy being a hone owner. I like knowing that everything in there is mine. I like painting it the way I want. I like stomping on the floor and not pissing off neighbors. I'm very happy. :)

I have no idea how to load pictures from my phone. We're finally getting the Internet put in the house tomorrow, so I'll put pics up tomorrow.

My opinion is, blogging from the iPhone is no bueno.

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Also, today is my brother's 26th birthday. Happy birthday, Danny! I miss you!