090730 Ill, gym

So yesterday I spent from about 1600 feeling nauseous. Tried popping Claritin for the stuffed sinus, a 325mg Tylonol & 200mg Caffeine for the headache, but was motion sick on the way to the gym.

Got through
• 1/20 5lb-e Dumbbell Squat Shoulderpresses and
• 1/10 5lb-e Dumbbell Rear Lunge &Bicep Curls
before my quads felt like bricks. I spent the rest of our time there on the stairs: dizzy & trying not to feel vomitous. Got home, tried to play some XBox w/Hubby, til he put me to bed for an hour. I didn't really sleep, just drifted. I think I was under for about 10-15m. We watched a movie & slept.

Today I feel so much better. Still under the weather, but its a drizzle instead of a downpour. Took the gym easy, but wanted to do SOMETHING to make up for yesterday.
• 30m intervals on the RecBik. AvgRpm-83. AvgHR-140.
• 21:00 1mi (walk) on Tread. *2.7mph. Inc-1.0.

I DID find out what the 26yoFemale Army PFT is:
-46pu 80su 15:36,2mRun (max pts 300).
-13pu 43su 20:36,2mRun (min pts, Basic Training 150.)
-17pu 50su 19:36,2mRun (min pts Army 180.)
~WeyrCat's Treo

090720/21 Plasma + Gym

Long week is beginning to drag.

This morning I rocked the plasmapheresis for the first time since March25. Will have to get my blood drawn the next time I come in. Forgot my headphones, which always makes the time go faster. I bleed out pretty quick anyway.

Goals for today:
• Get / Send money order for CNA exam.
• Learn 2-4 Skills (yesterday got down Apply One Knee-High Elastic Stocking, which is more specifically done than you'd think.)

-> Accomplished the Money Order, slacked on the skills :P

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090722 Gym+

I actually had yesterday off.. And didn't know it til I got to work. I check the schedule when it comes out, but apparently missed that change. Time to check twice a week (Hubby says every day, but that's obnoxious.) So cleaned house instead. It needed it, and I've been spoiled to laziness by letting Hubby do it.

Gym:
WH Dumbbells 1: (1set each) Dumbbells Squat Press 5lb-e 20 Dumbbells PushUp Row 5lb-e 10 (2 knees)
Dumbbells Lung Bicep Curl 5lb-e 20 Dumbbells Frog Squat Upright Row 5lb-e (pressed to 1-10lb) 15
Lower Back Ext: 3/10.
RecBik Intervals 1:1 15m avgHR 145

We watched Pride and Glory last night, cop movie with John Voigt(sp) and that neat guy from Fight Club. Good flick :) Hubby didn't like the "low cop body count" (what a dork) or Jimmy's finale. Eh.

Let's see if I can get him to be lazy rest of day. Have tomorrow off too, unless they for some reason call me (which they won't, we have new Babies to fill the hours now. Less/No more OT in the weeks ahead. Glad I got it while I could :)

PS: Rook got her Spay yesterday. Poor thing was lethargic to the point of worrying me afterwards. She's almost normal today: we have to keep her out of the dirt and not let her roughhouse for a few more days.

NEW GOAL:
I like goals.
Airborne run standard for females is apparently 2mi-18:59. I beat that on the treadmill, wonder if I still can on the road.
Hmm, wonder if I can pass the Army PT test... /will look it up.

~WeyrCat's Treo

Nix'ing the Boozahol.

I've given up drinking for the time being (sans super special occasions: I may have a glass of Port on our anniversary for example.) These have been sent to me by zee Yng, and are VERY share-worthy!

The LLS w/ Craig Ferguson 10/9/08 -4 of 7 Russell Crowe (From 7:29 on, but the whole vid is quite awesome.)



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090718 WackenBloggin- Randolph

Me (14:59): Need moleskin on these collars I think. Chafing :(

Me (16:42): 1640-1710 between the Summer Jam and the Airman's Wedding, today sucks.
-The best was a chick with long brown hair, very tan skin, wearing a Hot Pink with white polka dots, Tutu-bell strapless dress coming to above mid-thigh, and 5" Hot Pink stiletto, open-toe, patent pumps. To a WEDDING? She looked like the Hooker PromDate from Hell!

1745: When kids come in looking barely old enough to drive I ask them for their driver's license. Sometimes, this happens: Kid comes in with his dependent card and a friend with a DL. I ask the kid for his DL and he says he doesn't have one.
"With you?"
"That's all I got."
"You don't have a driver's license at all?"
"No, cuz I have that."
"This is NOT a driver's license. This does not allow you to drive anywhere in the United States, or on Post. Why didn't you have the guy with the driver's license drive?"
"Cause I have the ID."
"Get out of the car."
They do so. I tell him.
"Your friend with the Driver's License is going to drive. Understand that the only reason I am not calling the MPs right now is because I am a Nice Person. (he nods, mouth open.) If you get caught on Post driving without a License they will suspend your driving privelages on post for the rest of your life!"
"Forever??"
"You will also not be able to get a driver's license in the United States in ANY state until you are 21. You will also get a nice fat ticket. Do you understand me?"
They nod vigorously "yes".
"Get in the car." They do, DL behind the wheel. They put their seatbelts on, good call. I hand their IDs back,
"Go Home."
Even Sgt Clark remarked as I mentioned it to him that I am most definitely nicer than some. These old farts out here wouldn't mind messing up a 15 1/2 year old kid's life. Idiot is lucky I AM a nice person. If he ever pulls up to my gate again though, omg, /life ruination.

The DPW kid came by in his Pizza truck, and ignored my existence both times. I think my GO AWAY on Honeycutt XOver got through ;)

090714 WackenBloggin Elantras & Stalker.

This point is so boring. We stand here on opposite corners making sure vehicles don't come off the Blvd (we're not a checkpoint, and only allow EMS and In Service Bragg MPs through).

People have various ways to pass the time. During the winter months I do light PT. You'll see me standing there doing calf raises, inclined pushups against the bollards, stretches. It's WAY too hot to do that in the summer! So to keep from singing "John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt" over and over as I've been doing, and off-handedly counting the Elantras that go by, I've instituted a Scavanger Hunt.

Today's Hunt: Elantras with the body style of Mine (2007). I have no way of knowing which are repeat cars mind you.

Currently:
7blue. 7charcoal, 6silver. 3black. 2tan. 1purple. 1red.
Plus one uncounted silver driven by Hubby.

Other crap:
I tend to have guys ask for my number, ring or not. Its just a female thing, it happens to all of us. Captive audience you might say. Why, today I even heard of an E-7 who was caught after flashing various female guards a dildo. Sgt.J (days) apparently did not find it amusing, and held his ID til the MPs came, searched his vehicle, and actually pronounced him DWI. We may be cute, but we REALLY don't wanna take your crap.

Some, as obvious from above, are more insolent than others. There's a lawnmower boy about 23? who bothered us a bit at Knox one day. Today, trapped on the corner, I was a captive audience. Don Juan in his own mind, he leans back in his dirty mower, probably feelin cool with his min-wage paycheck burnin a hole in his dirty jeans, and he asks "So when ya gonna gimme yur number?"
I raise my left hand, tap my very obvious ring, and say "When my HUSBAND leaves me."
"Oh? When's that?"
"Never."
"He in the 82nd?"
"321st, Medic to the Field Artillery." That's right, I say it proudly!
"He's gotta get deployed sometime, I'll keep you warm." His shit-eating grin makes me wanna gag. At this point I'm just done talking, he's not gonna get it, he's too much a Casanova in his own mind, and I just shake my head. He puts his Ears on and says he's headed over to mow along Gruber, and yells back "Have fun thinkin' bout me!"

Sure kid, I'll dream of the glorious trailer we could share, and of planting pot plants in the beer-can flower-pots.

He later drove by, his mower loaded onto the truck, leaned out the passenger window and yelled something unintelligable over the traffic, waving a rag, and blowing me a kiss. I ignored him.

Dear Lord... HOURS later, long after my sense of patience had worn away with the shade, he comes BACK, in a Pizza Hut delivery shirt and blue POV truck, to ask if I want to hop in. My response was a loud frowning "GO" and pointing down the road. I'm pretty sure if I ever see him again I'm going to tear him a new sphincter.

Poor Hubby happened to call RIGHT as I was finishing that paragraph, so I unloaded the offence, fresh on my raw nerves, in his ear. He /soothed/ and will reminds me that the lil pr*ck will be mowing Bragg and delivering pizzas long after we've graduated and moved to the ocean :P Ok, so he said something LIKE that at least; that's just my own dream-ending. It really just bothers me to BE captive like that. My job makes me unable to be rude to him, but decency demands I shut him down! OI.

..I am gonna tear him down next time. If he complains, I'll just claim harassment anyway. Jerkface.

090713 WSI

This one we get all the time when people recognize us: "Weren't you at the other point yesterday?"
There are 13 entry point to Fort Bragg.

Complimentary Insult: "Aren't you too cute to work here? You don't look tough at all!" O_o

This happens a lot actually: Short, fat, Army wife drives through the gate with her three rugrats in the backseat; hands me her spouse ID card. I also get the driver's license for the guy in the passenger seat: a NC DL. After checking the name of her sponsor on her Spouse card, and the name on his ID, he is decidedly NOT her husband. What makes this one so special, is that as she drives away, there's one of those yellow ribbon magnets on the butt of her car stating "Proud Army Wife." Dear lord.

I also tend to go window shopping while I work. Things I saw today that I wanted to check out:
Purple plaid tank top from Charlotte Russe.
Purple feather-print wallet from Forever21
A sunken ship in Florida called the Atosh (with pirate treasure! Gent came through wearing the dubloon-style coin as a pendant.)

This looooong week has been and continues to be long. Last paycheck ended out with 88 regular hours (80+8holiday), and 29.25 overtime hours. This week should only have 4OT, but tomorrow I'm standin on the corner, hopefully not in the rain, watchin the cars go by for 8 hours. I are tired.

More stuff for the day:
Gent drives up and asks where the carwash is. Seems a fellow started washing his car at a light for 5 bucks, but when he gave him the money, the guy ran away and left soap on his hood!! The scoundrel. O_o

We usually get a lot of Church spam on the point, various people trying to Save us, or just increase the congregation. Today instead, I got Mary Kay spam. I asked a car later, "Do I LOOK like I give a shit about makeup?" Well, if we ask the lady who said I didn't look tough.. maybe.

I also heard some of the worst lyrics ever, and boy do we hear a lot. Ok, it might be the second worst, the first I think shoul never be forced on anyone. Today's: I f* her til she falls asleep, then I go through her purse. Take more than just a tasty Sprite to quench my thirst.
-Ok, so, she's what, fallin asleep from boredom of your bad performance? And then he steals from her purse!? Jesus I hate these people.

Aaaaaand I've decided against whining about Sgt.S... Mr Bynum has given me good advice, and I'll heed and share that instead.

"Don't let any man steal your joy. He's just ignorant, and you can't help that, but don't let it anger you either."

Sage words from a man who listed all the colors of women he had while travelling the world :P

Ok. Off I go.
Also need to fix the auto-sync. Doesn't seem to SEND the mail I drop in the outbox :(

WSI 090609 12hrs on Randolph...

So last night, on my Wednesday off, LT calls me to ask if I want more hours. I've already got 44 (4 automatic OT hours), and the thought of adding 8 more onto that sounds pretty nice. I throw a cursory "What do you think Husband?" at Hubby and agree. Banter back and forth, and it works out that I could also snag the 4 hours AFTER that if I want them. I say sure, and LT calls (as I'm TRYIN to be in bed at 11pm) to tell me I've got the whole 12hr shift. Hooray!!!....wait... why do I do that?

So this morning I woke up, had slept like crud (I hate that), and dragged myself off to school (almost late!) to give my final presentation in Computer Information Systems 113 (last day of class). Technical difficulties: I left the thumb drive with the presentation still plugged into my computer at home! No worries... I emailed it to my partner so she could review her lines. So I inform the sit-in-prof that I have to DL the file first. Uh-oh... GMail won't let us DL.. some server error!! Across 2 computers.. ok... pull the file off the Palm Treo, re-mail to yahoo, tryin to login to snag it there. Now the sit-in-prof is skipping us and getting on with the rest of the class's presentations. Partner somehow manages to pull it down! YAY! We wait, now relegated to the back of the line. When it's our turn, the partner reads her lines as if she's seeing them for the first time (cause she is! She didn't check it out at all when I mailed it to her the day before!!) Still, as dry as it was, th
e last slide nailed it for real chuckles and laughs when we both say "We guarantee results!" and the screen has a flashing caret saying "Guarantee not guaranteed."

So I wander home to potty the puppy, make my lunch, and generally prepare for a 12hr day. Pick up hubby, eat a lil, and we're off!

Within the first hour I've pulled three cars off to wait for the MPs because they have children under 8-Years-Old or 80-Lbs. One has a seat brought to her, the other two were let go. This makes me so angry... some claim they didn't KNOW it was a law and yet they OWN carseats at home (yea... they knew.) Tonight I actually pulled one over and gave him the speech and the scarey run-around (because I knew Sgt was going to let them go with a warning anyway) and he said that because their three-year-old was already asleep, and were just going to WalMart, they just put the sleeping child in the car and didn't grab the carseat... Why was he unbuckled? He must have taken it off. So... Your sleeping three-year-old, unbuckled his seat belt, and you were too lazy to grab his carseat. One man had a 4-yo boy and a 7-yo girl, neither with carseats. He said he owned none. I turned him off post (I'm sure he just went through another gate unscathed). Carseats, I'm told, are about 50$. Is this man tel
ling me his children's lives are not worth 50$ a pop to him?

So yea, I'm kinda agitated with it. Doesn't help that today has dragged ON and ON so I'm probably overfocusing. Over in a lil over an hour, then I get to go home. Done with school til 17 Aug, but working through Tuesday. Hooray for so many hours, and yet booooo!

Ok, My therapeutic bean-spilling done, I'm off to read some Alice in Wonderland before going back to work.

Ciao.

090606 NonSmoker's Perspective

I grew up with it.
When I was seven I accidently dumped a bag of puffed cheetos on the floorboard of the car. I scooped them all back into the back and continued munching. I got a very chewy one and pulled it out, waiting for a street light. It was a cigarette butt. I threw up all over myself, the back of the car, the cheetos. I've never smoked. Never tried it. Never wanted to. Was never tempted.

People'd ask me in High School if I had a lighter, if I smoked. My clothes reeked of it.
I went to Boot Camp and people were dying for one, dreaming of when they could have their first one again. I was told I ran like a smoker.

People drive up to my gate and blow it in my face. The smoke rolls out of their car. They tap their ashes on my boots. They throw their butts out the window in the street, in my lane.

I take a break back at the guard shack, which inside and out smells like the cigarette break the last guard took.

I smell it on my coworkers when load up, and download.

I get in the car to go home, and its fresh and strong, filling the car. My throat burns with how strong it is.

I crawl into bed, my safe place, and its there: on my pillow, in my blanket. Its part of my husband's smell now, in his pores even after a shower, in his longs and therefore his breath even after brushing his teeth. I hold my breath to kiss him, to hug him, you can imagine how hard making love is.

I wake up, and the dog greets me, her fur full of the smell. She was outside with Daddy, her first potty, his first cigarette.

The house smells like it at all times. He smokes outside, but it comes through the open door. When its closed it just comes through on him, in his clothes, his hair, his smell.

I can't escape it at work, so I dream of being at home, but I can't escape it there either. I hate it. And a little, everyone who does it. Everyone.

July 3 ownzors July 4

So we knew I wasn't going to get time at home on July 4... it's the WORST holiday on Fort Bragg because everyone and their brother comes out for the 25minute fireworks show. Hubby and I decided to spend our mutual day off July 3 celebrating instead!

I bought him a little grill, just a little camp grill really, and we threw the camp chairs outside and ate the most delicious babyback ribs ever! I almost cried when I found out I'd left out my last three and wouldn't get them for leftovers. We had a few delicious beers, and Rook went nuts with the little sticks in the backyard. We set up the tent in the living room (camping with AC!!) and had us a lil camping StayCation!

This morning we cleaned up the mess we made last night (ok, Hubby cleaned up and let me sleep in! What a hunk!) I came to work at the Randolph gate and all hell broke loose.

First I had a guy roll up to the ID lane and joke that he was gonna 'just blow on by'. I laughed at him and told him he wouldn't have gotten very far: I have 'a button for that.' We have GRAB systems out here: Ground Retractable Automotive Barriers. These things pop out of the ground like the nets on carrier ships and snatch up anything trying to go through them. MUWAHAHA

Then I had a great indication of how the night was going to go: I had a civilian pull up and need to be turned around to the processing lane. I turned him around and he pulls up in the far ID cardholder lane... after first driving around a barrier cone. He proceeds to open his vehicle for processing until I scramble over there to tell him he's in the wrong place. I move the cone, and assuming he had enough brain cells for the maneuver, told him to just back up into the proper lane. He curbs his back right tire and almost hits the light pole. I could have shot out his tires I was so amazed. He rights himself, continues backing up until he's BACKING into the processing lane, flips a hurried 180, and points his nose the right way down the lane. I couldn't believe it!!

The night was a total mess: people with no ID, no seatbelts, no braincells. I had the worst child safety seat I'd ever SEEN! Meaning a woman came through with a 3 month old baby lying in the backseat with a blanket over her, just a waving her little chubby arms, flailing. 'Oh, we have one, but it's on post. We got dropped off, and she came and got us.' So WHY didn't you BRING THE CAR SEAT???

I volunteered for 4 extra hours, to bring my check to 49hours and 8holiday. I think, that was a silly plan. Oh well. I can't wait to get home to my hubby and crazed puppy!