Saturday, August 1, 2009


Short post incase I don't get a chance to post one later.

Tomorrow I'm hoping to phase up to phase 5. This will mean less formations, civilian clothes on weekends, and no more having to get a pass to go to the library and PX.

School is BORING. So far we are just -barely- grazing stuff that another MOS does... not even looking at the stuff that we mainly do yet. Gah.

Need to cut down on sugar intake. Selfcontrol is badly needed.

PT is harder but we didn't PT on Thursday or Friday... grrrrrr.

Hoping that next week the First Sargeant will lift the "have to be marched to chow" mandate and we will be allowed to battle buddy back. This would be awesome.

And thats it.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Going going gone

My energy is failing, flagging, flying away. It waved to me and gave a little smirk. I was unable to give chase and so it is gone. /cry.

Despite this I managed to console the Orclette who apparently woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. I offered her food, water, chocolate (she usually gets a bit as part of our morning routine), cuddling. She would have none of it. So she went to the other side of the room and flung herself tragically down upon the carpet. She would occasionally lift her head to see what I was doing and would burst into fake tears everytime she saw me reading. Eventually, however, she was coaxed into a better mood and we had a pleasant rest of the morning.

I also pulled out my Cathe Friedrich "Butts & Guts" dvd. I'm not able to do the guts portion and I can only do part of the butts portion. But wow-I'm already sore. A good sore-it's been awhile since I've done any lower-body work. After that I got onto my elliptical for a nice, slow, sedate, 20 minute workout. I'm counting down the days til I can push the heartrate again without worrying that I'm overheating child#2.

After all that my willpower ran out (because that's what I am currently running on) and the dishes, the vacuuming, and many of the rest of the chores that I really need to do went undone. Tomorrow is another day, however. And Monday my mom gets here and she will not let me recline on the couch all day. That's a good thing, really. I will appreciate her getting me up and moving after the fact. During the fact, possibly not ... we'll see.

Damm is doing well. His PT sessions are getting harder which has cheered him up-he was concerned that he would lose conditioning. He's doing well on other tests and inspections that they've had. Because of the lecture he got about security that he then passed on to me I'm not exactly sure what I'm allowed to say/not to say about his training. So I figure saying nothing is pretty much the best course. Other than generalities.

12 days til child #2's due date.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Back Burner once again

I canceled my WoW account again. Just until Damm gets back in November. He's got our laptop and I don't foresee having the funds to buy another one in the near future so right now I'm stuck with a dinosaur of a PC that adds tremendously to the temperature in our swamp-cooled apartment. So I only turn it on early in the morning and at night.

/sigh. Wulfa was 200K from level 80. But once Damm gets back we'll most likely start playing again to some extent. We'll see how us both being in school + 2 kids works out. I'm counting on not being as tired-last semester I'd fall asleep at 7 p.m. all the time. As soon as the Orclette made her appearance in the world I regained most of my energy and was able to stay up til the far more normal time of 10 p.m. So I hope the same thing happens with child#2. And that would mean we could play at night. Once our homework was done, of course.

These last 2 weeks are frustrating. I mentioned that the little tyke is approaching 81/2 pds already? I can feel it. It's no longer wise to stay lying down for long because when I get up my entire body aches with the effort. I've gained 33 pds so far, which is less than with the Orclette so I'm proud of myself. Want to be jealous? I weighed 8 pds 9 oz. when born (my family does not believe in small babies apparently). My mother gained a mere 18 pds while she was pregnant with me. She was thinner afterwards than when she started. I can't say that, but I did lose all but 10 pds in the first 2 weeks with Orclette. And those 10 pds came off quickly. And these pounds should come off quickly. I've got my schedule for the fall arranged already and there are morning gym sessions and then evening walking sessions with people (I hate group exercising but I can walk with other people). I tease Damm that I'm going to be stronger than he is, hehe ....

Mother-in-law has decided that August 6th would be the perfect time for child#2 to get here. You see, Damm has been told that he can miss up to 3 days of classroom instruction without being restarted. August 6th is a Thursday, so he could leave Friday afternoon and stay until Monday without being in danger of a restart. I rolled my eyes when I first heard that, because babies never seem to come when you want them too, but she reminded me that we do not have because we don't ask (that's from somewhere in the Bible). So there be no harm in asking.

He just has to wait until my mom gets here. Which I've said before and I will keep on saying.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

And we are having ...

Child #2 was at first resistant to being ID. The foot was square over the private area for most of the ultrasound. The tech, knowing that I wished to know what the sex was, did all in her power to make that little foot move. Finally, it moved ever so slightly and we saw evidence. Not the entirety, mind you, but enough to figure out that child #2 will be a boy.

Although I would've been happy with either, I think I was expecting a girl because I was rather surprised. All of a sudden I wasn't sure about the names we had picked for a boy. But after hearing them said by mom-in-law, mother, brothers, etc., it doesn't freak me out so much.

Other things are freaking me out. To circumcise or not to? My family didn't do it. Damm's family did. However Damm will not be here. And I don't like the idea. So there's that little issue to ponder ... and there are very few cute boy clothes. They all have trucks on them and are clashing colors of blue and red and yellow. And what about changing the diaper? I've heard that they sell special guards to protect against the little guy from peeing everywhere. And what do I know of a little boy's psyche? I'm such a safety/rule following person. My brother Justin and apparently all of Damm's family were not rule-followers. If this kiddo is like my brother Alden we'll be all right-he's one of the most sensible people I know. In fact I'm hoping that he takes after my family and not Damm's. All of the stories I've heard of Damm's brothers frankly fill me with apprehension and horror (they were very active and explorative little boys).

But I know that I'll figure all of that out. And I won't be alone with the little guy for long-Damm will be back sometime in November. And of course I'm looking forward to actually meeting him, although I think everyone else I've told is more excited than I am. But then, I'm not really a baby person. Unless I actually need to purchase clothing I don't even pause by the newborn/toddler clothing aisle. My mother and mother-in-law can't resist stopping and looking. And spending more money than they should :D

I don't think I'll have to buy anything. I've been going to a Bible study on Tuesday nights and the ladies decided to throw a baby shower. That's cool, although since they don't know me that well I anticipate that all the gifts will be for baby. I had really wanted a baby shower for me this time-after all, I've carried the tyke for 9 months and will be going through sleep deprivation etc. etc. And I wanted to purchase everything for the baby this time. But far be it from me to be ungrateful. And I think there will be cake, and cake makes everything better.

I'm rambling. Damm is ecstatic and it is cool to hear him refer to his son. For those of you who wish to know, the name is as follows:

Brendan Marcus Matthias Edward

And little Brendan can make his appearance anytime after my mom gets here (August 3). The ultrasound showed that he's already over 8 pounds. My brothers were 10 pounds and 9 pds, 13 oz. Damm's brothers were all over 9 pounds. So this one will be somewhere between 9 & 10 pounds. Fun, huh? And he apparently has a full head of hair.

So, to summarize: I really thought it was going to be a girl. So hearing it was to be a boy threw me a little. But the more I hear his name the more excited I am to meet the little guy. And I'm trying really hard not to eat too much although lately I've been HUNGRY. He seriously does not need to get that much bigger. Damm is excited, all the family is excited.

And now we wait.

Sunday, July 26, 2009


And I have -some- internet access here at AIT. Yay.

I have slept less here than in Basic. A fact that I keep ruminating over in perpetual astonishment. Also I am constantly amazed at how easily everyone forgets what little discipline they had in Basic. We get smoked(lots of PT used as a punishment) regularly because while in formation for less than 5 min people are unable to -not- talk.

Ahah. Just found out no webcomics in this library(a nice librarian came up and said: "you can't do these over here(pointing at the screen) this type of stuff"). Yay.....

Class for my MOS(job) is easy... very easy. Like the sargents are constantly saying... the Army is 5th grade level. You just need to know how to SHUT UP and how to do PT.

Oh... with regards to PT. I easily pass the run(60% is passing I was up to 80% at the end of basic). And the pushups and situps I'm in the mid 60's. Although I've been sick this past week and did nothing(due to graduating basic) the week before that, so my scores are probably much much lower(overestimated due to a perpetual dour outlook on my physical abilities).

Cryptonomicon by some author is pretty good. His scene setting abilities are awesome and I loved reading the first 90% of the book. The ending however was... anticlimatical. I was left wanting more and feeling like it just fizzled. Maybe that was the cold I was suffering though.

I am in a company of about 400 people. In a platoon of about 120 people. In a class of about 20-30 people. I am first shift so I go to class in the morning.

My schedule is something like this:
Go to sleep around 2200(due to stupid people talking and bedcheck formation lasting far longer than it should).
Wakeup at 0400.
Formation at 0445
Chow at 0530-0610.(the one great thing about AIT other than cellphones is being able to spend more than 10 min eating).
Get bussed three blocks to class(this is ridiculus)
Class starts around 0650 or 0700 I don't really pay attention.
Class goes until 1200 with two 15 min breaks in the middle. Sleeping in class means you lose your chair and have to stand the rest of the time. Oh and you will probably get smoked.
After class we have chow again until 1330(yay for long chows)
Then we form up and march to the company.
1400 group formation for mail call and general announcements. So far followed by "barracks maintence until 1500".
1500-1600 personal time... read books/call wife/nap.
1600-1645 barracks maintence
1645 formation for chow.
1730 chow is over head back to company
1845 formation for PT.
1900-2000 PT.
Released to Barracks for showers/personal time until 2130 or so for Bed Check formation(usually out on a basketball court).

Weekends will be more and more completely free to do whatever I feel like doing.
Cellphone and talking with Wulfa all the time.
Sargents are not completely crazy and actually act relaxed most of the time.

Almost no one has discipline. People get arrested. People get articles for being dirtbags.
No sleep. Tired all the time.
Haven't adapted to the rythym of life here yet so don't have any sort of natural schedule to work with.

Hmm what else to talk about.

I miss Wulfa and Orclette badly. So very badly. I can't wait to get back home. The cadences that talk about wanting to go home actually resonate inside of me.

The whole experiance has been well... less than I thought it would be. The biggest difficulty I've had is living in the same room with 60 people who are not willing to follow the rules.

I guess I'm too much of a straightlaced kinda guy but life is so so so so much easier when you just quietly follow the silly little rules than it is when you try and get away with things.

Well I guess that is it. I'm hoping that I will get leave to go home when the baby is born(this all depends on me keeping myself squared away).

Oh and I bought Starcraft and plan to spend the rest of the afternoon playing a few missions while copying down Policy Letter 17 and organizing my footlocker. Yeah... thats right... my day revolves around folding socks and copying down freakin policy letters by hand. Yay for the army.


p.s. I actually freakin love being in the Army. I am in much much better shape and much more confident in myself. I am proud to be part of the Armed Forces and to have the chance to serve. This has been one of the best choices I have made in my life. I'm also extremely proud of how well Wulfa is adapting to our decision for me to join. She has become a lot more capable when managing things back home and is running things awesomely. All the other guys I know have problem after problem back home and the biggest problem we've had is a busted car window and some ants. Well... in my opinion anyways.

And that is really really all for now.