Gypsy Snippets ...
I got a couple letters from Sammie baby this week. Here are some excerpts:
There's a 40 year old woman here. I'm kinda disappointed not to be the oldest. I'm not the least physically fit, either. We're not doing any kind of PT in formation, so many of the girls started working out in the barracks on Saturday. My head was pounding, so I spent most of the afternoon on the floor between my locker and bunk, writing and napping. I felt better on Sunday, and jogged for ten minutes in laps around the bay, did a set of push-ups and started on sit-ups. Yay me.
It's Monday now. We were in formation by the light of the moon at 4:50. Hooah. You'll be up in a few hours. We are going to get our hot little uniforms today, start on shots, and do more personnel paperwork.
Overheard: "I never swore a day in my life. Two days here and I'm 'fucking' everything." And then somebody asked me if I'd ever cussed before I cam here. The general consensus is that I don't look like that kind of girl.
I'll pause while you wipe up whatever you just blew out of your nose. ;) A 29 year old woman has declared herself "Mama," I'm "Grandma" and the 40 year old is "Great-Grandma." They're real big into trying to tag everybody with a nickname. Our half of the bay played that Girl Scout/Youth Group ice breaker game, "I'm so and so, and I'm on a slow boat to China, and I'm taking with me a cheeseburger; she's what's her face, and she's taking marshmallows; and so on." Most of these crazy women "packed" food, cigarettes, or a pillow. I didn't play because of my headache, but I did ask why nobody packed a MAN (okay, okay, or a woman)! People are starting to get randy now, comparing notes on who's the sexier drill sergeant, and how nice the guys smell after they've showered.
Our laundry room is on the 2nd floor, and some of the girls could not control themselves and keep from flirting with the guys. NO I WAS NOT ONE OF THEM!!! Sheesh! I told the fools they could lose any rank they had,and was one of those guys really worth a couple hundred $ a month? The drill sergeant caught them, and smoked all the guys and the obnoxious 21st female platoon. We've only been smoked once, with the whole company, for talking too much in the cafeteria. The day is young, though.
P.S. I got another hot shower last night, two days in a row! I even shaved my legs - woo hoo, it was almost like being on vacion. :) Except not being allowed to sit on my bed. And standing in line. And getting yelled at. And not having anybody to kiss or hold ...
There's a 40 year old woman here. I'm kinda disappointed not to be the oldest. I'm not the least physically fit, either. We're not doing any kind of PT in formation, so many of the girls started working out in the barracks on Saturday. My head was pounding, so I spent most of the afternoon on the floor between my locker and bunk, writing and napping. I felt better on Sunday, and jogged for ten minutes in laps around the bay, did a set of push-ups and started on sit-ups. Yay me.
It's Monday now. We were in formation by the light of the moon at 4:50. Hooah. You'll be up in a few hours. We are going to get our hot little uniforms today, start on shots, and do more personnel paperwork.
Overheard: "I never swore a day in my life. Two days here and I'm 'fucking' everything." And then somebody asked me if I'd ever cussed before I cam here. The general consensus is that I don't look like that kind of girl.
I'll pause while you wipe up whatever you just blew out of your nose. ;) A 29 year old woman has declared herself "Mama," I'm "Grandma" and the 40 year old is "Great-Grandma." They're real big into trying to tag everybody with a nickname. Our half of the bay played that Girl Scout/Youth Group ice breaker game, "I'm so and so, and I'm on a slow boat to China, and I'm taking with me a cheeseburger; she's what's her face, and she's taking marshmallows; and so on." Most of these crazy women "packed" food, cigarettes, or a pillow. I didn't play because of my headache, but I did ask why nobody packed a MAN (okay, okay, or a woman)! People are starting to get randy now, comparing notes on who's the sexier drill sergeant, and how nice the guys smell after they've showered.
Our laundry room is on the 2nd floor, and some of the girls could not control themselves and keep from flirting with the guys. NO I WAS NOT ONE OF THEM!!! Sheesh! I told the fools they could lose any rank they had,and was one of those guys really worth a couple hundred $ a month? The drill sergeant caught them, and smoked all the guys and the obnoxious 21st female platoon. We've only been smoked once, with the whole company, for talking too much in the cafeteria. The day is young, though.
P.S. I got another hot shower last night, two days in a row! I even shaved my legs - woo hoo, it was almost like being on vacion. :) Except not being allowed to sit on my bed. And standing in line. And getting yelled at. And not having anybody to kiss or hold ...
posted by KellyKline | 11/10/2006 02:42:00 PM
4 Comments:
Sounds to me like she needs some snuggle time and less cackling hens around her....
Not sitting on her bed? What is up with that?
I guess after it's made up in the morning they're not allowed to sit on it? I dunno ...
I was surprised by that too, but I guess those are the rules. figures.
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