April 5th - First full day with the Army

So I though I forgot Easter this year. I freaked out for a second until I got back to my room to google it to find out that it's next week. Whew! No point in playing the game if you're not going to follow the rules and milestones. For the record, I love the fact that I can "google Easter". It just sounds funny. It's right along the same lines as the woman back in Hawaii who gives me my massages. This woman is unreal, a master, a healer and seems to have a direct line to the Source. She's damn near a throw back to ancient Hawaiian healers. You get the idea...she texts me to remind me that I have an appointment. Good to see that the kahunas are at least on board with cellphones and other haole technology. :) So first item of the day, technology ensured me that I did not miss Easter. Win won for Rosie today; count it because they are few and far between lately. As I mentioned yesterday, I'm in this cottage-like set up. I think I also mentioned that having JO's would be better than having O6's. I hereby retract that statement. I met CAPT "Hardass" today and she's a bull in a china shop. This is one woman that I will NOT stand in the way off. You do want to be close by though because the entertainment value of watching her tell a Master Chief he's fucked up is PRICELESS! This may actually be one of the first Surface Warfare officers I've ever truly respected. It may be becasue she was a pilot first but really, you just have to love being around someone who drives through base at 55 mph (in a 35) and really doesn't care. One of the first words she said to me was, "this place SUCKS!!" Wow, a breath of fresh air. She's taking over charge of all the IA's for the Navy meaning she's actually in the chain of command for the people that work here. I don't think they realize it. They told her if she wanted liberty next weekend, she was going to have to put in a special request chit. For those of you not in the know, let me put it like this: It's like having to ask your children if you can go out and play. I think her answer to the Master Chief was a simple, "yeah....NO!" We compared notes from San Diego and had the same problems with the same people so I have at least a little validation for my bitching. So that's one of my room mates. As I always say, could be worse! Since there is a Navy instruction stating that no alcohol will be consumed within 12 hours of firing a weapon (OK, that makes sense), they've completely nixed booze. Even on Saturday nights when there's no chance that we will be firing weapons any time soon. Conveniently enough, in order to make life easy for the few that work here, they've made life very hard on the other 300 people actually going through the training. Never mind that we are going to Afghanistan, Iraq, Somolia and other assorted places. Like I said in previous posts, it's the little things in life that make is bearable. Is it too much to ask to have a beer on Saturday? Wouldn't be such a big deal except for the Master Chief (previoulsy mentioned) is fat and obviously beyond Navy Standards for PRT. "Do what I say and not what I do". Hmmmm, that's the way to build morale! The Navy really knows how to take care of it's people. Good news. Hmmmm.....OK, there is some. I got out and ran 14 miles this morning. Some might not think this is good news but it is. The bad news is that by the time I was done, my body was crying out for food. I haven't eaten a real meal since Friday night (snacking since then - all day yesterday and no the roast beef didn't count). I went over the the exchange and packed on massive amounts of fat and grease in the form of a Charlies Sub and fries...yes with Sprite. I feel like the preacher that just opened a porn mag. "I'm not supposed to be doing this but it feels soooooo good! I hope no one sees me!" Follow that up with a Red Bull and we can pretty much say I've fallen off the wagon. Time to close the porn mag, open up the Reader's Digest and get back in form.