Oh no...just no. It started snowing here in Virginia...please no. We already have a class start delay until 1000 tomorrow morning and if they decide to cancel class all together then that means that we have to go in to the school house on Saturday which would mean I would lose my extra sleep that I normally get on the weekend. This does not make a happy sailor. Don't get me wrong, I love seeing snow, it's beautiful and I could get some pretty cool pictures here, but I DO NOT WANT TO GO TO CLASS ON SATURDAY!!!! Like I can't even stress that enough. Saturdays are the day that I give myself off to sleep in, lay in bed all day, not do anything at all really. Don't take that away from me. If I have to get snowed in, can it wait until the weekend when I can curl up in my room with a movie and maybe some friends to shun the cold weather? That seems like it might be too much to ask.
In other news, only 10 more days of class left before I graduate ESCS and go on leave before I deploy. That means only 24 more days before I'm getting ready to fly 18 hours to NSA Bahrain. That, my friends, is a daunting number. When I first picked my orders, I was like "Hey this is gonna be fun! I got plenty of time before I leave!" it really felt like I had forever before I left, with two extra schools and all. But no. Here I am with less than a month before I'm thousands of miles away from everyone that I care about. There's like, no time left and I'm panicking just a little bit. I don't wanna make a big deal about it, but I'm actually pretty nervous about this. I just have to keep my head up and remember that while it will be a huge culture shock, it's probably going to be one of the most fun times in my life. I'm going to meet and work with so many new and exciting people and I'm going to learn what it really means to serve my country. I wouldn't trade my life right now and in the immediate future for anything. And that's the way it should be.
I'm so excited to get going on my adventure to the Middle East and I can't wait to chronicle it for you guys (whoever you are). Now, it's almost midnight and I might have class tomorrow so I'm going to try and get all warm and snuggly in my very big bed and catch a few z's before I jump back in to it tomorrow.
Snuggles from your favorite MA,
Victoria
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Let's be honest here
Okay, so I'm gonna go off on a little tangent here but before I do that, I want to make sure that nobody misundertands what I'm about to say. I am not hating on any aspect of myself, I am being honest about who I am and how I am. So nobody go off on me about anything like that mkay? :) Continuing...
I have come to the realization that I am probably the most average person on the planet. Like really. I am not really bad or really good at one thing. I am average height and an average weight for that height, I am not terribly unattractive but I'm not gorgeous either. Again, I'm not hating on myself or my appearance, but I'm really not the prettiest or ugliest girl in the world. There are plenty of women out there who are waaay more attractive than I will ever be. And I'm okay with that haha
Then there's the smarts, I am pretty intelligent in both school type things and also in real world smarts, but I'm still kinda air headed about a lot of things. Not stupid, but not the best by any standards. That goes for all my other Navy stuff too, I was never the best at boot camp, A School, ECS and I'm guessing it'll be that way here in Virginia and Bahrain too. But I'm not bad at what I do, I pay attention, learn and can effectively use all the knowledge that I am given.
Compared to my family, it doesn't seem like I could really be related to them. My mom is the...well mom. She does all the housewifey and mom type things perfectly and also balances being in charge of the gymnastics program where she works. She's also musically gifted. My dad is the one who knows everything, he researches and finds out what needs to be known. He's also really freaking good at what he does as a technical manager at his job. He's my go to guy, my rock. My little brother is incredibly intelliegent and a whiz on everything technical. He can literally look at a piece of sound or lighting equipment or a computer and within like 30 minutes, know it inside and out and how to make it work effectively. He's the one that the whole family goes to for technical support and advice. He's going to work for Disney one day and go far in the world. As long as he can fix his attitude of course. My sister is the arts one. She is a ballerina (and an amazing one at that), she loves to draw and write and paint and go anything involving fashion. She is definitely the girly girl and the pretty one in the family. If you put the two of us next to each other, you would never know that we are related, the diference is that big.
Then we have me. I'm short but fairly skinny, I have curly hair that looks like a poof because it's too short right now. I have a goofy smile, but it's genuine at least. I'm the tomboy of the family, I like sports (especially football), guns and don't mind getting my hands dirty. I can keep up with the boys, take it and dish it right back out. I love being in the military, and picked the toughest job that I could in one of the toughest areas of the world. I cuss, I yell and I don't act like a lady and somehow that's attractive to guys. Yea I don't get that one, but that's not the point haha. I'm the one that everyone expected to be one thing and I decided to prove them all wrong.
I love the way that I am, and I love my family, but sometimes it's weird to see how amazing they are and how completely average I am. Oh well. Just some random observations from a bored little sailor. Hopefully next time I post, it'll be a little more interesting.
Love from your favorite MA,
Victoria
I have come to the realization that I am probably the most average person on the planet. Like really. I am not really bad or really good at one thing. I am average height and an average weight for that height, I am not terribly unattractive but I'm not gorgeous either. Again, I'm not hating on myself or my appearance, but I'm really not the prettiest or ugliest girl in the world. There are plenty of women out there who are waaay more attractive than I will ever be. And I'm okay with that haha
Then there's the smarts, I am pretty intelligent in both school type things and also in real world smarts, but I'm still kinda air headed about a lot of things. Not stupid, but not the best by any standards. That goes for all my other Navy stuff too, I was never the best at boot camp, A School, ECS and I'm guessing it'll be that way here in Virginia and Bahrain too. But I'm not bad at what I do, I pay attention, learn and can effectively use all the knowledge that I am given.
Compared to my family, it doesn't seem like I could really be related to them. My mom is the...well mom. She does all the housewifey and mom type things perfectly and also balances being in charge of the gymnastics program where she works. She's also musically gifted. My dad is the one who knows everything, he researches and finds out what needs to be known. He's also really freaking good at what he does as a technical manager at his job. He's my go to guy, my rock. My little brother is incredibly intelliegent and a whiz on everything technical. He can literally look at a piece of sound or lighting equipment or a computer and within like 30 minutes, know it inside and out and how to make it work effectively. He's the one that the whole family goes to for technical support and advice. He's going to work for Disney one day and go far in the world. As long as he can fix his attitude of course. My sister is the arts one. She is a ballerina (and an amazing one at that), she loves to draw and write and paint and go anything involving fashion. She is definitely the girly girl and the pretty one in the family. If you put the two of us next to each other, you would never know that we are related, the diference is that big.
Then we have me. I'm short but fairly skinny, I have curly hair that looks like a poof because it's too short right now. I have a goofy smile, but it's genuine at least. I'm the tomboy of the family, I like sports (especially football), guns and don't mind getting my hands dirty. I can keep up with the boys, take it and dish it right back out. I love being in the military, and picked the toughest job that I could in one of the toughest areas of the world. I cuss, I yell and I don't act like a lady and somehow that's attractive to guys. Yea I don't get that one, but that's not the point haha. I'm the one that everyone expected to be one thing and I decided to prove them all wrong.
I love the way that I am, and I love my family, but sometimes it's weird to see how amazing they are and how completely average I am. Oh well. Just some random observations from a bored little sailor. Hopefully next time I post, it'll be a little more interesting.
Love from your favorite MA,
Victoria
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Going to the green side
So yesterday I started Embarked Security Combat Skills class here on Norfolk Naval Shipyard with my future unit, Coastal Riverine Group 2 (CRG-2). It is my final school before I ship off to Bahrain next month and from the looks of things, it's going to be pretty intense. High speed, low drag is what they are telling us, in fact, this whole next week we're going to be staying off base at a range to practice with our crew-served weapons. A whole week out on the range doing nothing but shooting big guns. I think I'm going to be in heaven.
I switched over from my blue cammies to my greens today. They are a uniform that only two units use, the Seabees and the Riverines which I'm in. Not gonna lie, they make me look like a bowl of guacamole, but it's nice knowing that I'm one of the only two units in the Navy that gets to wear this uniform. Plus, they make me look more like a real "soldier" and not a blueberry. The greens are a lot more comfortable than the blues too so that's really nice. It's just one more reminder that I'm one step closer to being deployed.
I really don't have that much more to put out...I wish more exciting things would happen to me.
Hugs from your favorite MA
Victoria
I switched over from my blue cammies to my greens today. They are a uniform that only two units use, the Seabees and the Riverines which I'm in. Not gonna lie, they make me look like a bowl of guacamole, but it's nice knowing that I'm one of the only two units in the Navy that gets to wear this uniform. Plus, they make me look more like a real "soldier" and not a blueberry. The greens are a lot more comfortable than the blues too so that's really nice. It's just one more reminder that I'm one step closer to being deployed.
I really don't have that much more to put out...I wish more exciting things would happen to me.
Hugs from your favorite MA
Victoria
Saturday, January 4, 2014
In retrospect
So today, someone that I met through my ex is getting married to his fiancee. When they first set a date, I was still with my fiancee and we were actually planning on attending the wedding together, it was three days before I was originally supposed to leave for boot camp (yea that's another paragraph further down). They're tying the knot and saying I do today and even though I know that I made the right decision to end my relationship, but it's kind of bittersweet to know that they're going to have that forever happiness with each other and I'm still having to wait. It's by choice that I'm single now, and I'm okay with that, but it still kinda sucks that I'm not the one getting my forever happy ending. I was so excited about getting married, I was going to have my perfect wedding, the day that every girl dreams about at some point in her life, and I gave it up.
I'm jealous, honestly. They got engaged after I did and they were going to be married over a year sooner than I was. It didn't seem fair to me, that I had to wait, mostly because of my parents wanting me to, but also because the military situation was going to keep me from being able to live with my husband after we got married. But they were going to be able to get married and live happily ever after pretty much immediately. But that's the curse of following my dream and joining the military. I'm never going to have the perfect dream life that I dreamed about when I was a civilian. That's just not possible anymore for me, which is probably another reason why my engagement fell apart. But there's no use dwelling on the fact that I was supposed to be at this wedding with my fiancee and now I'm in Gulfport, Mississippi, alone and single. I made my choice.
On the boot camp note, my original ship date for the Navy was January 7, 2014. That's this coming Tuesday. It's just plain weird to think that if I hadn't gotten beyond lucky, I would still be sitting in Atlanta, Georgia waiting to leave for boot camp. I wouldn't have gone through boot camp with the people or RDC's that I had, I wouldn't have had the A School friends that I had or instructors/sponsors. I wouldn't have made the friends that I have today and I probably wouldn't be going to Bahrain with those people or at all. I wouldn't know anyone that I do know and I can't imagine my life without these people anymore. I can't imagine being a civilian anymore, the Navy is the right life for me. I'm almost done with my schooling, and about to head off to my next big adventure. I'm happy, crazy and living my life the way that I decide is right for me, not what other people expect me to do. It's an insane adventure and I'm ready for the ride.
Your reminiscing crazy MA
Victoria :*
I'm jealous, honestly. They got engaged after I did and they were going to be married over a year sooner than I was. It didn't seem fair to me, that I had to wait, mostly because of my parents wanting me to, but also because the military situation was going to keep me from being able to live with my husband after we got married. But they were going to be able to get married and live happily ever after pretty much immediately. But that's the curse of following my dream and joining the military. I'm never going to have the perfect dream life that I dreamed about when I was a civilian. That's just not possible anymore for me, which is probably another reason why my engagement fell apart. But there's no use dwelling on the fact that I was supposed to be at this wedding with my fiancee and now I'm in Gulfport, Mississippi, alone and single. I made my choice.
On the boot camp note, my original ship date for the Navy was January 7, 2014. That's this coming Tuesday. It's just plain weird to think that if I hadn't gotten beyond lucky, I would still be sitting in Atlanta, Georgia waiting to leave for boot camp. I wouldn't have gone through boot camp with the people or RDC's that I had, I wouldn't have had the A School friends that I had or instructors/sponsors. I wouldn't have made the friends that I have today and I probably wouldn't be going to Bahrain with those people or at all. I wouldn't know anyone that I do know and I can't imagine my life without these people anymore. I can't imagine being a civilian anymore, the Navy is the right life for me. I'm almost done with my schooling, and about to head off to my next big adventure. I'm happy, crazy and living my life the way that I decide is right for me, not what other people expect me to do. It's an insane adventure and I'm ready for the ride.
Your reminiscing crazy MA
Victoria :*
Friday, January 3, 2014
Moving right along
Well it's almost that time again. In 48 hours I'll be headed to command number three in four months. I went from Georgia to Chicago, Chicago to San Antonio, San Antonio to Gulfport and now it'll be Gulfport to Norfolk, Virginia. For a girl that lived in the same house in the same city for nineteen years, the rapid number of moves in the last five months has been a little bit of a culture shock for me. Don't get me wrong, I love getting to see all the new cities and places that I'm traveling to, but I'm really ready to get to my ultimate duty station and settle in. I'll be in Bahrain for two years so that should give me plenty of time to actually get settled in somewhere. Then again, once I make Petty Officer, my command in Bahrain is gonna make me move out of the barracks into town housing and that'll mean yet another move. But that shouldn't be until next fall.
I hate packing, like with a passion. It's stressful and tedious and it takes forever to make sure everything is where it's supposed to be and that you haven't forgotten anything. Also, being in the military, while I don't have that much stuff (space doesn't really permit), I still have enough stuff that I feel like I have too much. I now have a seabag, a garment bag, two duffel bags and my big back pack. That may not seem like a lot, but when you're moving barracks room to barracks room every month or so, it gets annoying. Especially when you're trying to move everything on your own down 3 flights of stairs. The taxi is probably going to hate me or think I'm crazy.
And then there's the unpacking process which is almost as annoying as the packing. I can't just unpack a little bit because I actually need everything that I have. Nothing that I own is non essential to my normal life so EVERYTHING has to get unpacked, and then repacked. It stressed me out but that is the military life and it's the life that I picked. At least at this next command that I'm going to be at, I'm actually going to have my own room and my own bathroom so I'll be able to spread out and not have to worry about sharing my space with anybody else. And I can regulate when the light gets turned out. That was a big problem with the roommates I had here. They turned the lights out at like 1900 every night. Infuriating.
I'm so ready to move on from here and go somewhere where there's actually things to do. Only one more month and I'll be getting ready to go to the Middle East for two years. I'm so excited!
Love from your favorite short MA,
Victoria
I hate packing, like with a passion. It's stressful and tedious and it takes forever to make sure everything is where it's supposed to be and that you haven't forgotten anything. Also, being in the military, while I don't have that much stuff (space doesn't really permit), I still have enough stuff that I feel like I have too much. I now have a seabag, a garment bag, two duffel bags and my big back pack. That may not seem like a lot, but when you're moving barracks room to barracks room every month or so, it gets annoying. Especially when you're trying to move everything on your own down 3 flights of stairs. The taxi is probably going to hate me or think I'm crazy.
And then there's the unpacking process which is almost as annoying as the packing. I can't just unpack a little bit because I actually need everything that I have. Nothing that I own is non essential to my normal life so EVERYTHING has to get unpacked, and then repacked. It stressed me out but that is the military life and it's the life that I picked. At least at this next command that I'm going to be at, I'm actually going to have my own room and my own bathroom so I'll be able to spread out and not have to worry about sharing my space with anybody else. And I can regulate when the light gets turned out. That was a big problem with the roommates I had here. They turned the lights out at like 1900 every night. Infuriating.
I'm so ready to move on from here and go somewhere where there's actually things to do. Only one more month and I'll be getting ready to go to the Middle East for two years. I'm so excited!
Love from your favorite short MA,
Victoria
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