Well not much has occurred since my last entry, but I got to thinking the other day about how blessed I am to live the life I live.  I have a loving family that even if I was offered all the money in the world wouldn't give up, well maybe some relatives, no I wouldn't change a thing, and I have the best people in the world for friends.  I have shelter from the cold, food to eat, clothing, a shower, and a job that I can stress over and be angry about.  Though I could live without all the luxeries in life, take away the people I love and I'm incomplete.  I couldn't live a day without having my family and friends beside me.  Yep, that's right.  I can stink, starve, have the weather attack me, and be broke.  Not saying that I would like it and wouldn't complain about it, but my family and friends mean more to me than gold.

I guess sometimes we have to reflect what holds the most importance in our lives instead of making minor problems our focus. 

As always God bless you all and take care,

Jen

Yep that's me holding on for dear life on Six Flag's "Mind Eraser"

I had a fantastic 4th and got to see some awesome fireworks.  I'll post more pics of my wonderful four-day weekend later.  I spent the 4th with Elisa, her son Joey, Sara, and her husband Joe.  It was great fun and thrilling rides and not to mention plenty to eat.  I love those "dippin' dots".  Yum.

Well until next entry God bless you all and take care,

Jen

  Since coming back from Iraq I literally found my inner child thanks to our new NBC NCOIC.  She is nuts!!!  Maybe about the same as me, but she in no way out beats my zaniness.  PT sessions are a blast because we're normally beside one another and we just keep each other laughing hysterically.  We say stuff like: "It's only temporary insanity to kill the PT instructor.", "I'm going to take that whistle and shove it up his (explicitive)!"  Mainly, we goof off about SSG P's whistle.  Our pet peeve for PT.  Especially when he blows that damn thing in our ears!!! 

  We not only goof off at PT but at work too.  She works in the office adjacent to mine and we have our own little hand shadow shows, throw things over to the other side to try to the hit other person, rag on each other, and anything I didn't name but can be thought of as obnoxious we do.  I love going to work!!! 

  She'll be leaving soon for Korea and I'll miss having a playmate but life does go on.  Besides I should be out of my company by September and heading to Germany.  A new work place, with new people who have yet to experience "Jen", and hopefully no MPs.

  I'm on CQ with Sgt C. our Commo NCOIC and right now we're having a conversation about skimpy clothing on not so skimpy women is a no go.  We keep bringing up our eye sores and keeping each other awake cracking each other up.  He told me his wife calls the commissary "hoochie central".  He's so funny.

  Well that's all I have for now.  So, until next entry, God bless and take care.

Well it's been a little while since my last entry but there really isn't too much to tell.  On Friday I was in charge of PT and I did a decent job, but was quiet.  It was the whole getting up in front of others things.  Hmm... I wonder when I'm going to grow out of that?  Anyway, we ran and came back and went to work.  The usual.   Yesterday, I was extremely lazy.  All I did was watch "Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman" and sleep.  Well not during the show, I took intermissions.  Then I went out to Cowboys in the evening and got plastered.  I don't really remember anything I did.  All I remember is sitting on the stool, going thru the gate, being in my room, and then I was awaken by a nightmare.  I woke up at 0500 and I was just shaking all over and dripping with sweat.  I remember my nightmare though.  It dealt with black widow spiders.  I was so freaked out, that I couldn't go back to sleep until I scoured every square inch of my room to make sure there were no spiders nesting somewhere.  I finally got back to sleep at around 0630.  Then I had a crazy dream.  I was at someone's house, but in my dream it was supposed to be my parents, and they never owned a house.  Well in my dream they did, and there was an horrific thunder/lightning storm going on.  Suddenly lightning started to hit the grass and the earth would break apart and lava and fire would burst out.  If a person stayed on the sidewalk they were fine, but cross over into the grass and the were a goner.  As suddenly as it started it was over and everything turned out to be okay, well except for people's lawns.  Then I dreamt I was a bird.  Not just any bird, but a blue jay/canary mixed.  Don't ask.  I had to feed my young, while their father went about finding things to fix our nest.  That was really weird. 

Well that's all I have for now.  I got some work I need to do, as well as hydrate for my PT test tomorrow.  As always, God bless and take care.

"Can you take me high enough, to fly me over yesterday?  Can you take me high me high enough?  It's never over.  Yesterday's just a memory."  Damn Yankees

It wasn't the lung cancer that scared me because we all have to die from something.  It wasn't the bad breath or plaque that did me in, I chew plenty of gum and brush three times a day.  It wasn't even the early aging process that made me quiver, wrinkles don't show up in Polish ethinicity until about 45.  This is what did for me and yes no matter what it takes I'm quitting!!!

"While most people recognize many adverse health hazards of tobacco smoking, they remain largely unaware of its link with blindness," writes Simon P. Kelly, MD, an ophthalmic surgeon with Bolton Hospitals in Great Britain. His editorial appears in this week's British Medical Journal.

I'm back!!!  Now, I've been meaning to do this for a while so bare with me.  I'll finish my story a little later.  In Iraq it became apparent to me that I do have an extensive vocabulary but cannot pronounce the words as their spoken origin.  Go figure!!!  Thanks, Lisa for pointing this out to me.  So, I've been toying with the idea to develope my own dictionary per say.  

Without further a do

Jen's Words of the Moment

gen-et-tel-ly eng-in-neer-ing - the changing of one's genes through ESP

What I meant to say - genetic engineering

dis-em-barb-ie-ate-d - to decapiate a barbie doll

What I meant to say - disembodiated

hyp-no-crit-ic-al - making contradictary comments under the influence of hypnosis

What I meant to say - hypocritical

dis-or-in-ate-d - to no longer be orinated within your surrounding

What I meant to say - disorientated

tor-let - slang for the shredding of letters by hand

What I meant to say - toilet

That's all I have for now, I'll update next mispronounciation.  If you think this is bad, you oughta see me play Boggle!!!

God bless you all and take care.

I got some more pics back from Iraq.

                       Lisa aka: Boggle Champion                                                                                        Elisa aka: Player

                                   My reenlistment                                                                              Lisa from Spc - Sgt

                        Elisa packing up to go home                                                                         My favorite activity

And just so there won't be a death warrant out for my head, here's the best pic I have of Lisa.

She normally doesn't show her teeth when she smiles so this was an unique photo opportunity!

This will be my last entry until I get my internet hooked up in my new room.  I kind of forgot what a pain in the butt moving is.  All my crap is everywhere!!!  I can't even stand to look at my room right now, matter of fact I can't even walk in my room without hopping, skipping, and jumping over objects scattered across my floor. 

Enough about my room here's a real article of interest, I met a guy last night and I like him.

STOP THE PRESSES.  JEN'S MET A GUY SHE WASN'T TURNED OFF BY AND HE WAS SOBER!!!

Here's how my evening started.  Elisa, Sara, Carole, and I went to eat at the Texas Roadhouse and while we were eating three guys sat at the table behind us.  Carole and I kept making jokes and cracking up while Sara and Elisa were gawking at these guys.  Carole and I finally noticed them once we regained our composure and Sara told Carole that she'd give her a dollar if she went over to talk to them.  Carole will do just about anything for a dollar. 

Carole told one of the guys that Elisa has the hotts for him and pointed her out, then she came back and we all started laughing.  About 5mins later our waitress comes back to the table and we all tell her that Elisa's too shy to talk to this guy and we want him to come over to talk to her.  The waitress brought the guy to our table!!!  Elisa was all shades of red and we told him we were going to Cowboys and if he wanted to come.  He said sure and that he was going to bring his friend with him too.  The date was on and we all left.

"Gary and Mike"

Elisa and I showed up at Cowboys and waited for nearly half an hour before our "dates" showed up.  Mike was in his "cowboy up" attire and Gary was dressed normally.  I really don't know what went on between Gary and Elisa because I was out on the dance floor with Mike the majority of the time.  He is sooo fine!!!  He's tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, mustache, built, and just fine.  We literally danced the night away.  None of us got drunk and we went home.  Mike and I exchanged cell numbers and said goodbye to one another and that we "will" see each other again.

I feel so happy, though I'm not expecting a thing.  I don't fall in love as easily as some people do.  But, I'll wait and see if he calls me this week.

              Here's my dad's real baby picture  now compared to Jason's  and viola instant clone!!!        

God bless you all and take care.  Be back Wed.

Oh, by the way, I saw these on Lisa's site and decided to give them a whirl.

My inner child is one year old!

Everything is new to me. I like watching the world
go by around me, and I don't sweat the small
stuff--or the large stuff, either. Just so long
as I stay warm and safe and dry, life's pretty
good.

How Old is Your Inner Child?
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This was too funny not to share:

"The Middle Wife"
By an Anonymous 2nd grade teacher.

I've been teaching now for about fifteen years.  I have two kids myself,
but the best birth story I know is the one I saw in my own second-grade
classroom a few years back.

When I was a kid, I loved show-and-tell.  So I always have a few sessions
with my students.  It helps them get over shyness and, usually,
show-and-tell is pretty tame.  Kids bring in pet turtles, model airplanes,
pictures of fish they catch, stuff like that.  And I never, ever place any
boundaries or limitations on them.  If they want to lug it to school and
talk about it, they're welcome.

Well, one day this little girl, Erica, a very bright, very outgoing kid,
takes her turn and waddles up to the front of the class with a pillow
stuffed under her sweater.  She holds up a snapshot of an infant.  "This is
Luke, my baby brother, and I'm going to tell you about his birthday.

First, Mom and Dad made him as a symbol of their love, and then Dad put a
seed in my Mom's stomach, and Luke grew in there. He ate for nine months
through an umbrella cord."

She's standing there with her hands on the pillow, and I'm trying not to
laugh and wishing I had my camcorder with me. The kids are watching her in
amazement. "Then, about two Saturdays ago, my Mom starts saying and going,
'Oh, oh, oh!' Erica puts a hand behind her back and groans. "She walked
around the house for, like an hour, 'Oh, oh, oh!

Now the kid's doing this hysterical duck walk, holding her back and
groaning. "My Dad called the middle wife. She delivers babies, but she
doesn't have a sign on the car like the Domino's man."

"They got my Mom to lie down in bed like this." Then Erica lies down with
her back against the wall.  "And then, pop! My Mom had this bag of water
she kept in there in case he got thirsty, and it just blew up and spilled all
over the bed, like psshhheew!" This kid has her legs spread and with her
little hands are miming water flowing away.  It was too much!

"Then the middle wife starts saying 'push, push, and breathe, breathe.'"
"They started counting, but never even got past ten." "Then, all of a
sudden, out comes my brother. He was covered in yucky stuff, they all said
was from Mom's play-center, so there must be a lot of stuff inside there."

Then Erica stood up, took a big theatrical bow and returned to her seat.

I'm sure I applauded the loudest.  Ever since then, if it's show-and-tell
day, I bring my camcorder, just in case another Erica comes along.

Currently listening to classic 80's rock.  Yeah, you read it right I'm listening to the generation before my generation.  I love music and when I finally get my new room set up, I'm buying a new keyboard.  It's my homecoming gift to myself.  I self-taught myself how to play and read music.  That was fun and it's a hobby I can constantly improve on.  I just hope I don't piss off too many people with my keyboard playing.  I already piss off barracks personel with my musical interests.  Unlike other people I actually like lyrics and not screaming.  I guess I'm too old fashion for my age.  Hey, I still love music from the 50's and on.  I'm one of few people that don't argue with their parents about what plays in the car.  I even buy golden oldies cds that my mom and I can sing together.  It drives my father up a wall.  He doesn't sing he just taps his feet and fingers and then there's the occasional road rage.

Dad, I'm sorry to bring this up but you are hilarious in everything you drive.  My whole life without incident my dad has never been on the road without someone or something pissing him off while he drives.  He's a very careful driver and drives real slow.  Compared to my mother he crawls on the road.  My mom's a speed demon.  I wonder who I'll take after.  Jason already speeds so hopefully I'll have a mixture of both parents in my driving ability.  Anyway, my dad when he's pissed off and not at me is hysterical to hear.  Some of the things he says could be on one of those comedy cds.  Matter of fact I might put one together, it'll be called "On the Road with Dad".  This one time we were driving to my grandmother's house and this car was going so slow.  Slower than my dad!!!  That's really slow.  My dad was growing increasing impatient being that we were going slower than the flow of traffic and there was no way to pass it.  My dad hollers "I bet if you had a hot date you'd be going faster."  It was summer and everyone's windows were down this was before middle class people could afford air conditioning in their vehicles.  I was in the back of the Caprice with Jason and I looked at the driver behind us and he was chuckling at what my father had said.  As we continued down the road we had to turn and the car just went straight.  Good, right?  Nope. My father got stuck behind another slow vehicle.  Jason and I just smiled at each other just waiting for another outburst.  As if on cue our father without fail, "Is it old fart day on the road and no told me?"  Jason and I cracked up laughing.

My dad still does this and it gets funnier each time.  I love riding with my dad he's entertaining.  BTW: Happy Birthday Daddy, I love you bigger bigger bunches.  I haven't any baby pics of my dad to embarrass him with, but since Jason is his clone...

    Dad probably looked like this  

Well that's all I have for now.  So until next entry God bless you all and take care.                 

The Unit Supply Specialist Creed

As a Unit Supply Specialist it is my job to take care of my company by all means possible.

I will kiss butts to get my company what it needs and in timely manner.  

I will be able to do all paperwork required of me and anything else that falls upon my desk.  

I will keep myself updated in my constantly changing field.  

I will give only those individuals that toyed around with the supply system a hard time clearing.  

I will do my part to keep the supply room clean.  

I will reassure the commander that supply operations are functioning and he needn't worry.  

I will not allow others outside the supply MOS to tell me how to do my job.  

I will keep myself physically fit and watch my weight in accordance with Army standards.           

I will be able to fire my weapon accurately.  

I will make up every excuse possible when things go wrong in supply.  

It can always be someone else's fault but my own.  

If my NCO doesn't know his job or is untrustworthy I will make every effort to make him look good.  

I will not steal from or cheat anyone in my company unless they rightfully deserve it.    

My handreceipts are my power over people.    

My knowledge is my weapon against the chain of command.

My inventories are paybacks against those who persecute my job.  

I AM PROUD TO SAY I AM A UNIT SUPPLY SPECIALIST  

GO QUARTERMASTERS!!!

The Light-Wheeled Vechicle Mechanics Creed

We fix vehicles that break.  

Go Ordnance!!!

We have to do these new exercises for pt called squat and thrust star clusters.  It's a two in one combo excercise that really hurts!!!  It's a workout in itself but it's kinda fun because like me not everyone is coordinated. LOL. 

Lisa's site is funny she has a weird news column and the "funniest punishment", so check it out when you have the chance.

My family at the present moment is getting funeral arrangements for another death in the family.  My Uncle George who is my Bubba's brother passed away yesterday from a sudden stroke.  He's been suffering with lung cancer and took a heart attack on Saturday.  I feel sorry for my Bubba, just last month she lost her sister my Aunt Kate and now her brother.  She's a real strong lady and she'll make it through this.  I will not be going to funeral but my family knows I send them my condolences.

I'm listening to "Somebody's Knockin" by Terri Gibbs, I love this song.  Work went all right I assume.  I had to get a few things straightened out with the PBO and 183rd.  Four people decided to take over all reciepts and requestions and they're not even in my company!!!  The Spc just looked at me and told me I need to get it straighten out.  Well duh!!!  No, I was just going to continue to let these four people from God knows where take care of my company!!!  Where in hell were they when our Mod Kits came in?  Not friggin' there because we had to make a new appt. and we were in Iraq at the time.  Uh, hello, I may be a Spc but I'm not a complete retard!!!  This is why I need that damn rank.  The collar speaks better than thy mouth.

Oh, then I in-process a new MP (as if we need more people without something better to do than to bother me all day with stupid questions they already know the answers to) and he and his team leader tell me he wasn't issued a flak vest.  I just looked at him.  I asked them why he didn't bring it to CIFs attention that he didn't recieve one.  Ha, he tells me he saw everyone else get one (his same mos), but it didn't strike him odd that he didn't recieve one.  He ended up getting a CVC body armor.  Someone at CIF was having a bad day.  So I called CIF told them the situation and had him return the CVC for the flak vest.

Too much drama for one day!!!  Not to mention Ssg Parker blowing his friggin' whistle in my ears during pt.  I promise you I could have made it looked accidental but I was going to hit him or trip him the next time he blew that damn thing in my ears.  It really pissed me off!!!

Moral of the day:  The MPs need to get back on the damn road and Ssg Parker can take his whistle and blow up his ---!!!

Yesterday:

I'm a migrain sufferer, had been since I've been four.  Elisa got a migrain yesterday afternoon and asked me for Excedrin and I gave her some.  I'm used to taking care my migrains and Elisa's and Lisa's.  I've done this in Iraq.  Anyway I gave her some and a heat pack for her neck to quell the tension.  Good Lord not more than an hour later she calls me.  "I can't take it anymore!!!  I want to go to the ER!!!"  I was like you've gotta be kidding me!!! 

I had to call her team leader and tell her she's going to the ER.  Her team leader tells me she's coming to pick her up and we hang up.  Elisa starts to whine about her room being a mess and she doesn't want Lisa to pick her up.  I'm getting more and more pissed every minute with her.  I call back Lisa and tell her Elisa has a ride and she says ok.  Derrick, Elisa's boyfriend is now taking her and I go back to my room. 

Elisa comes to my room.  "Will you come with me?"  Why, does she need me, she has Derrick?!!!  I hate hospitals.  Hell I don't even go to the hospital unless I'm forced and that's even if a family member is in.  I only visited my dad one time after his heart attack and he was there for a week!!!  I was about ready to tell her no, but she began that damn whining, crying, and bitching, and I gave in.  I called my team leader told him what was up and he said all right and that he appreciated the call.

2 hours later:

Elisa gets a shot and told she needs to stop smoking and she can't drink for a week.  Me, I lose 2 hours of my life in a waiting room over a cry baby.

Moral:  Give the f----en medicine a chance to work!!!

I have some paperwork I have to do before I can go to bed.  I honestly love my job and taking care of people, even the ones that wreck my nerves, but I am not going to let one of people go without because I know if I was in their situation I would want to be taken care.  So here's to two maternity BDUs memos, three beret memos, one signature card, and a crap load of requests.

Moral:  Supply is work but fulfilling.  My new novella will be "Adventures in Paperwork."  Hey at least I'm not a mechanic.  Sorry Lisa.

I need to get to sleep.  I haven't been sleeping well lately and when I wake up I'm an emotional wreck.  I can't even really talk to people in the morning because I'm still upset when I come in for pt, but I am an professional and don't really let it show too much.  I know something shows.  I think I'm having nightmares but can't remember them, and I wake up crying.  I just don't know anymore.  Ugh!!!

It happens to everyone and when it does we all feel like crap.  No I'm not talking about the occasional flu, though that sucks too.  I'm talking about that one person you only met about three times in your life and they come up to you and you can't remember their name even if it was written on their forehead.  Yep the occasional "blocked memory syndrome", otherwise known as "I didn't think you were important enough for me to save your name in my memory data base."  

Why is it when these people come up to you they say your name all proud of themselves for remembering and want you to reciprocate the gesture?  Can't they just take a smile and go on their merry way?  No, that'd be too easy!!! 

My tale of name remembering torture begins at the bar and no I wasn't drunk.  I haven't even finished my first drink when "what's her name" came up to me.  All smiles and she gave me a hug and I just kindly smiled back hoping she'd leave.  She stayed!!!

Conversation went like this:

"What's her name": "Hey Jen, how's it going?" (Smiles)

Me: "Oh, just fine" (Who the hell is this, and why are they talking to me?)

"WHN": "So, do you remember me?" (Giggles)

Me: "Of course, who could forget you?" (Lying through my teeth)

"WHN": "Are you going to fellowship this week?" 

Me: "Yeah, I'll be there." (Aha, a clue!!!)

"WHN": "Me too!!!"

Me: "I'll see you there." (Please leave, please leave, don't make me make-up a name, just leave!!!)

"WHN friend": "Hey their playing our song, let's go."

"WHN": "Okay, I'll see you later then."

Me: "Bye, have fun. (Please get too drunk that you don't come back)

Elisa: "Who was that?"

Me: "Some girl I know from fellowship." (Oh, I have some repenting to do.)

End of Conversation

Next time I'm just going to say I have to use the restroom and hide!!!