Yeah, I sort of have a crush on him. We have spent the last couple of days sending eachother the cutest text messages ever, and we have decided to meet up next weekend in Stockholm. I keep looking at his pictures at Facebook in that pathetic way I recognize from every crush I have ever had. Ridiculous, but I can't stop my fascination at how... Read More
Once again a lot of water has passed under the brigde since last I wrote. I have passed the basic soldier training with good grades, turned twenty-five, realized I liked it and fallen in love with a cadette who is moving 400 km away in three days. Lots of good things, some not so good things.
This is one of those things that you don't want to realize later you should have paid more attention to (been there done that) you have to let it be what it will be, feel what you feel, and enjoy the hell out of it, it might suck if it get's cut off after the move, but at least you had something real in the meantime.
This is something that I learned after time, after holding myself back and pushing myself forward, after hating someone for the wrong reasons and loving them for the right ones. I think at 30 I finally realize what they mean when they say it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all, something I held myself away from for far to long in my life. (And now I'm a spinster, teehee)
Anyways live it up, we get one trip on this rock and if it's a life lesson you get, at least you get to have fun learning it.
Grandma is dying. I can't begin to describe how heavy this feels. I practically grew up at their place, spent all of my childhood summers there.
I don't know what else to write. Words just seem to have run out.
I am too young for them to die. I am too young for anyone to die. I am too young to be this old.
Well I hope things are going better over there, I am a horrible penpal and keep intending to start to write and wind up doing something else, apaprently I am a crow constantly distracted by shiny things.
my grandmother has altheizmers and doesn't remember me anymore...i don't know how long she'll live. I can empathize with your pain, and I am here for you...if you ever need to talk
I am starting to get a deeper and deeper respect for the good Captain C. for every day that passes. Even though this week, hardly surprising considering the uncharacteristic ease with which the previous week passed, was quite rough with battle practice and ten miles marches until late night almost every day we have gotten far enough to start fighting in group formations and form... Read More
I have to say that your "Captain C" has a much better management style then the people running the show down where I work. The fact that he was wiling to talk to you on a face to face basis and calmy discuss what you wanted to know, well the guys in charge over here could learn a lot from him. Over here they take the rules we have and get the "best" understanding of those rules and then put them into practice for us and expect us to blindly agree with them when some of the time they are changing expectations that someof these guyshave been lving up to for 20 plus years, but alas they are surprised when feathers are ruffled and that we choose to question their authority, it makes for entertainment at least.
Today was my dad's birthday and he got to be entertained by quite a bit of interactions between a trouble maker and our shop superintendent, so as long as he got a laugh, well that is all that matters.
As for silly little crushes, welcome to the club, I am the king of those.
Seven weeks in, and things are starting to roll pretty well. No time to write though, the short forty-eight hours I have to maintain some staggering form of personal life is mostly spent on other things. Tonight I will probably end up by Ariman's with a beer or two and some good company, and then it will all be over again.
Hey, with all that you are accomplishing, trust me I know that you are busy and harbor no ill will about getting no mail.
Thank you for the backup on liking the pop music, I don't know that I have heard the Amy Mcdonald you are talking about so I will have to keep my ears peeled for that.
Good call on Amy MacDonald, catchy tune, cute girl, accent, all three are win wins with me. I will definitely have to look into that more.
I agree with you about the guilty pleasure deal, I think by putting the guilty on there we have stigmatized it in a way, so yeah I have no guilty pleasures, just pleasures dammit.
Tired. It is a quarter to ten and I am dead tired.
Another week in the service of my country. It's a clich. What I have really been doing is running around shooting, practicing battle positioning, doing weapon care, exercising, cleaning the floor and polishing my damn shoes. (This also reminds me that I need to bring a panty hose to work on Monday for... Read More
Glad you liked the paper, also glad you got the letter, I was going to ask if I should send it to a different address but I figured you would get it and then it would be more of a surprise this way.
Dirty thirty is going good so far, especially since I settled up with the railroad, got some debt off my back and got something set up for the future, it's a nice feeling to have the way the economy is now.
I find it hard to write nowadays. It is as if the words have all run out. This education takes the best of us. We sleep, we eat, we do push-ups, we learn first aid in battle, we run, we eat, we clean, we excercise, we thrown ourselves in the muddy snow and yell "Cover!", we eat, we pick our weapons to pieces and put... Read More
On the bright side, you're making me feel a lot better about the training I'm going through.
And that's a big "Nope" to comic book girl. Children are an immediate deal-breaker. Dating a girl like that is essentially telling her, "Hey, if this gets serious, the kid is not a problem for me. I'm willing to change my life to suit your child." And, fact is, I'm not. I'm really not willing to compromise on that point. There's that, plus a certain level of risk management - I don't know under what circumstances she got pregnant. There are women who poke holes in condoms and say they're on birth control when they're not in order to trap a man. She's probably not one of those, but for something that would never graduate beyond the strictly casual is it even worth the risk? I don't think it is.
You really should visit my blog. We can continue to chat there. Address is given in my blog entry.
Haven't had much time to write lately. Officer school started Monday, and my naive assumption that we would have internet access quickly came to an abrupt end. We have been doing seventeen hour days for the last week. To call the past week intense is putting it mildly. The closest description would rather be "completely and utterly insane".
From the moment we got there the... Read More