Sunday, April 18, 2010
It was another long weekend, but it was actually great. Drill weekends kind of give me time away to be removed from the day to day grind. I like my unit a lot and and have a great time with the people there.
I feel strong and energized. I didn't qualify on the M-16 (semi auto rifle) but officers don't have to... but I WANT to and plan to purchase one for practice ASAP (big $$). Actually I'll be getting an AR-15, the civvie equivalent. I like shooting. But the good news is that I got well acquainted with the weapon and can break it down and clean it too.
The barracks we stayed in were pretty, um, looking for a polite term... let's say cruddy. But we survived and that is perfectly fine. My eating and exercise were off Friday and Saturday... that was due to all the errands that I had to run on Friday to make sure I had gear for drill... and Saturday we were out on the firing range most of the day (7-4:30 with no real break) and all of us were exhausted. I have bruises on my knees and elbows from the prone firing position... the elbows from prone unsupported since every time I took a shot my elbows got rammed into the pebbles in the sand when the rifle recoiled. My knees are a mess because I had to kneel on rocks over and over and over.
It was a fun weekend though too... I was breakfast impaired... I had a piece of french toast that was so tough the knife wouldn't cut through it... so I tried to jab it with my fork and bent it... then I tried to bend back the peel of an orange quarter and it broke in two sending each piece into the diners on either side of me... one half disappeared completely, my son surmises they will find it in China.
My eating wasn't great, but I tried to stay on the healthier side of things. I won't sweat it. Most of the time we won't be in barracks, we'll just be at our little unit in town and we can eat out where we want, which allows me better choices.
We had these kinda scary things called Heatermeals... www.heatermeals.com . The eggs were powdered and you added water, shook them up and then put them in a pouch to cook them (chemical reaction for the cooking)... mine came out rather like funky egg-flavored tofu that was just WRONG. There was so much food in one of the things that I ate off of one plus a few things I'd brought from home for most of Saturday. I ate the side items (raisins & stuff) for the bus ride home today... and was frightened of the entree after the egg incident.
I came home and settled in and soon was ready to boogie out for a run. I managed to shave a few seconds off my run/walk from Thursday's times. It will just take a bit more time to get within standards for the Army, but that is okay, I have a month left until the PT test. Just keep working it, just keep doing the best in whatever situation I face, and look forward with every step.
I feel so strong and healthy. I didn't qualify this year on the M-16, there is next year... I am happy to be getting Army Strong for country, myself and my family.
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
That is a picture of Neville, who was very loud, obnoxious, always wanting "meowt", loving, sweet, playful and huge. He had ears and feet that were huge as a kitten and despite his 15 lbs of lankiness, he never quite grew into.
This morning as I was backing out of the driveway, I looked up the street and saw a black and white cat laying there, obviously dead. I knew immediately it was him. So I pulled the car up to where was laying and got out to check. I just shut off the car and locked the door and ran the few doors back home and got Mark... it was our Neville no doubt... down to the off center spot on the back of his neck. He was prolly hit by a car in the night.
Honestly, he was dumber than a box of rocks, but he was our box of rocks. He was sweet and playful and had spirit that made him stand out from the kittens at the Human Society that April day in 2003. I chose him, he became Mark's cat. We went to get him after they had "fixed" him and before they even brought him out, we could hear him meowing very loudly & insistently.
We got him home and he was tearing around the house like a whirling dervish and he ran straight for the stairs (obviously never having encountered them before) and missed about half of them and then bounced around the corner and out of sight... We about freaked because we thought we were going to have to take his poor little broken body back to the Humane Society apologizing for "breaking the kitten"... but at that moment, the little black & white head peeked from around the corner and he was on his way back up the stairs at great speed, apparently unharmed.
He trained us to get him off the roof, let him in/out/through, feed him, water him... and pretty much do for him everything he wanted us to do. He would occasionally bring us the random snake or mole or mouse in repayment for our services. He was always loving and playful and loved to have his neck scratched. He would occasionally throw a temper tantrum if daddy wasn't sitting in his easy chair or cuddling with him. That was when Neville would give "reports" by kneading Mark's belly with his paws and drooling like a mad thing.
Despite his being a pain in the rear a lot of the time, we are going to miss him greatly.
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