So here's my update on the Selsun Blue shampoo I have been using on my face:
I'm not sure how I feel about it:(
It SERIOUSLY dried my skin out to the point it was cracking, peeling, and itchy. And then when it healed my skin was darker and scalely looking because of the tiny little scars that formed to heal the breaks in my skin. And, even with all of this happening, my acne still persisted and breakouts still occurred. I had to slather shea butter on my skin at night and during the day to try to moisturize my face and it was still very dry. So of course I had to discontinue use:( I was pretty heartbroken with this. Why didn't this "miracle product" work for me? Shit:( Eh, so I'm back to using Clean and Clear Advantage, which kinda works. It just takes time, but it seems like my best bet. Well, that and water anyway. So much for quick fixes.
Anyhoe! I decided a few weeks ago that I would stop getting my nails done so I could put that money towards my bills and I think I was kinda getting tired of the acrylic nails anyway. When I took them off (and kept them off for a few weeks) and realized I like the way my short, stubby nails look naturally. I had kept them covered for so long that I missed the look of my natural hands. So I simply painted them and kept them even.
But today I decided I would get my nails done in a full acrylic set since I had a lil money on me and was bored. But! My phone got cut off and I had to pay that 1st lol. So I wasn't going to get them done and then my big sis treated me to a full set today when she got her UV Gel fill-in. I can't believe she did that for me! Especially since she was going out of town the same day and had to get a rental car, hotel and other stuff. Nails add up, you know? And, yet, she did this for me. Wow. Thank you, Sissy:)
Oh! And instead of my normal French tip manicure I got an American tip manicure for the 1st time which is off white/ pearl tips. They look more natural than the stark white/ white-out white that comes with the French manicure. But I am happy:) I got a simple manicure without any nails art. It's a nice return to acrylic nails without being too much. I have to eventually stop wearing these anyway before I ship out to boot camp. But in the mean time I'm good:)
~Sailor Taylor
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
The Fat Boy Suit
Whoever came up with the idea of working out in plastic is a mad genius.
Let me just say that my weigh-in did not go as well as I expected and hoped. I knew I was pushing it with my weight, but I honestly did not fathom this outcome. But, that is a story that is deserving of a blog entry all its own. Therefore, I will come back to the subject of my weigh-in at a later time..
Anyway! With the subject of my weight at hand, one of my recruiters told me to get a stomach sweat band and a "fat boy suit," as he calls it.
Actually, the suit he was referring to is called a "Sauna Suit." I'm sure you all have seen it on others. It looks like a sweat suit made out of a trash bag. They are shiny, made out of some plastic-type material, and make swishing sounds when people wear them. I actually saw my recruiter wearing one at the gym we go to, so he can testify to its "power." He wore that thing and lost 20lbs. But, of course, he does insane workouts when he needs to (like when a PRT is coming up). So he's a special case.
But as soon as I left the recruiters' office (very embarrassed and thankful, I might add) I made my way to Wal-Mart and bought a Gold's Gym brand stomach band and sauna suit. They were surprisingly cheap at $5 and $8, respectively.
I will say that the suit is HIDEOUS. The "shirt" is gun metal grey and the bottom is Smuff/hospital blue. And it's big on me. I tried it on and couldn't help but laugh at myself in my despair. I look like a baggy condom in that thing. LMAO! It's sad, really lol. But I have to do it:-/ I don't have time to be "cute" anymore. I simply don't.
Anyway, I was eager to work out with these new "toys" of mine. My recruiter swore by them and I couldn't wait. So the next morning I got up around 6am and made my way to the gym around 7am. I did push-ups and abs first and then put the stomach belt and suit on over my clothes, which were a green, fitted T and black running capris..
Y'aaaaaaall... That workout was something SERIOUS! My recruiters were feeding me all this bullshit about how full of water the suit would be because it was going to make me hella sweat and how the majority of the weight I would lose would be water weight and shit like that. I didn't really believe them because they go hard on their workouts anyway, so I didn't think that crap would work for me.
But my ass was WRONG! My suit was full of water; it was dripping and pouring out everywhere. My clothes underneath were soaking wet. You would have thought I went swimming fully clothed or something. It was amazing! Lol. Even my stomach band was drenched, and that's not easy considering that crap is made of some weird plastic material.
So now I'm all siked again about working out. It's almost like a game. Like, how hydrated can I get and how much can I sweat? How hard can I push myself to workout in that hot ass suit (and boy does it get hot and stuffy!) without passing out? How small can my waist actually get? How much weight can I lose and how fast can I lose it? It's almost sadistic it seems, but this is how I motivate myself. This is how everyone who seriously hits the gym stays motivated, I think. It's all about body modification in a positive and healtht way. And I'm glad I finally tried this new "method" to working out:) Thanks, recruiter! Lol.
But, long story short, I am glad I finally got that damn suit and stomach band. I felt tiny as hell after I got done working out and I know the weight will fall off very soon. I just have to drink ASS LOADS of water and eat like 6 times a day, which will be the hardest part. But I can do this! I will do this. I'm on my last stretch here. I have 6 weeks, 6 days left. It's time to STOP shitting around. My weight is about to get me kicked out the DEP and I will not and cannot have that. I have got to better. Which is what I should have been doing all along. It's only my fault, but now is the time to prove myself. And I will and am.
More later.
~Sailor Taylor
Let me just say that my weigh-in did not go as well as I expected and hoped. I knew I was pushing it with my weight, but I honestly did not fathom this outcome. But, that is a story that is deserving of a blog entry all its own. Therefore, I will come back to the subject of my weigh-in at a later time..
Anyway! With the subject of my weight at hand, one of my recruiters told me to get a stomach sweat band and a "fat boy suit," as he calls it.
Actually, the suit he was referring to is called a "Sauna Suit." I'm sure you all have seen it on others. It looks like a sweat suit made out of a trash bag. They are shiny, made out of some plastic-type material, and make swishing sounds when people wear them. I actually saw my recruiter wearing one at the gym we go to, so he can testify to its "power." He wore that thing and lost 20lbs. But, of course, he does insane workouts when he needs to (like when a PRT is coming up). So he's a special case.
But as soon as I left the recruiters' office (very embarrassed and thankful, I might add) I made my way to Wal-Mart and bought a Gold's Gym brand stomach band and sauna suit. They were surprisingly cheap at $5 and $8, respectively.
I will say that the suit is HIDEOUS. The "shirt" is gun metal grey and the bottom is Smuff/hospital blue. And it's big on me. I tried it on and couldn't help but laugh at myself in my despair. I look like a baggy condom in that thing. LMAO! It's sad, really lol. But I have to do it:-/ I don't have time to be "cute" anymore. I simply don't.
Anyway, I was eager to work out with these new "toys" of mine. My recruiter swore by them and I couldn't wait. So the next morning I got up around 6am and made my way to the gym around 7am. I did push-ups and abs first and then put the stomach belt and suit on over my clothes, which were a green, fitted T and black running capris..
Y'aaaaaaall... That workout was something SERIOUS! My recruiters were feeding me all this bullshit about how full of water the suit would be because it was going to make me hella sweat and how the majority of the weight I would lose would be water weight and shit like that. I didn't really believe them because they go hard on their workouts anyway, so I didn't think that crap would work for me.
But my ass was WRONG! My suit was full of water; it was dripping and pouring out everywhere. My clothes underneath were soaking wet. You would have thought I went swimming fully clothed or something. It was amazing! Lol. Even my stomach band was drenched, and that's not easy considering that crap is made of some weird plastic material.
So now I'm all siked again about working out. It's almost like a game. Like, how hydrated can I get and how much can I sweat? How hard can I push myself to workout in that hot ass suit (and boy does it get hot and stuffy!) without passing out? How small can my waist actually get? How much weight can I lose and how fast can I lose it? It's almost sadistic it seems, but this is how I motivate myself. This is how everyone who seriously hits the gym stays motivated, I think. It's all about body modification in a positive and healtht way. And I'm glad I finally tried this new "method" to working out:) Thanks, recruiter! Lol.
But, long story short, I am glad I finally got that damn suit and stomach band. I felt tiny as hell after I got done working out and I know the weight will fall off very soon. I just have to drink ASS LOADS of water and eat like 6 times a day, which will be the hardest part. But I can do this! I will do this. I'm on my last stretch here. I have 6 weeks, 6 days left. It's time to STOP shitting around. My weight is about to get me kicked out the DEP and I will not and cannot have that. I have got to better. Which is what I should have been doing all along. It's only my fault, but now is the time to prove myself. And I will and am.
More later.
~Sailor Taylor
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Girl Talk! Skin
So I go through these phases of having absolutely flawless skin that gets compliments from everyone to butt-ugly moments where it's like I am 16 again: all pimply, scarred, and uneven.
Guess what phase I am in now? Yep!
My face looks like a book of Braille:( Even my forehead is broken out and that is normally my "safe" zone. But my chin and cheeks are covered in everything from small, annoying acne to large, painful, under the skin bumps.
Ew.
I HATE going through this and I have tried Proactive (which didn't work for me this time around on my adult skin),
Queen Helene Green Mint Julep Masque (which kinda works but takes time and usage every night), 
Noxzema (Well, the Kroger version of it, anyway), 
and Clean and Clear Advantage (which is taking its sweet ass time to work, if at all) to name a few. 
Nothing is working for me and I am starting to lose hope. I know I need to drink more water but damn. I'm guessing it's all these vitamins I am taking. That has to be it.
But today at work I got to talking with a young co-worker who shares the same problem as I and she said her mom uses Selsun Blue and that it really worked for her.
What? The shampoo?
Well, after a mini break in our conversation so I could sneak off and google this phenomenon I found that it's true! There's some type of acid or something in Selsun Blue and Head and Shoulders that clears up acne. People have been using this home remedy for years. And I have but one question to ask:
Where the hell have I been?!
And with that being said I am cutting this blog off here to go get me some Selsun Blue! Or Head and Shoulders. Which ever one is cheaper:) But I will surely let you all know how it works out for me! People say they have noticed a change in a matter of days and my co-worker says that her brother used it once and after that he never got another pimple..
Bye, y'all!
~Sailor Taylor
Guess what phase I am in now? Yep!
My face looks like a book of Braille:( Even my forehead is broken out and that is normally my "safe" zone. But my chin and cheeks are covered in everything from small, annoying acne to large, painful, under the skin bumps.
Ew.
I HATE going through this and I have tried Proactive (which didn't work for me this time around on my adult skin),
Queen Helene Green Mint Julep Masque (which kinda works but takes time and usage every night), 
Noxzema (Well, the Kroger version of it, anyway), 
and Clean and Clear Advantage (which is taking its sweet ass time to work, if at all) to name a few. 
Nothing is working for me and I am starting to lose hope. I know I need to drink more water but damn. I'm guessing it's all these vitamins I am taking. That has to be it.But today at work I got to talking with a young co-worker who shares the same problem as I and she said her mom uses Selsun Blue and that it really worked for her.
What? The shampoo?
Well, after a mini break in our conversation so I could sneak off and google this phenomenon I found that it's true! There's some type of acid or something in Selsun Blue and Head and Shoulders that clears up acne. People have been using this home remedy for years. And I have but one question to ask:
Where the hell have I been?!
And with that being said I am cutting this blog off here to go get me some Selsun Blue! Or Head and Shoulders. Which ever one is cheaper:) But I will surely let you all know how it works out for me! People say they have noticed a change in a matter of days and my co-worker says that her brother used it once and after that he never got another pimple..
Bye, y'all!
~Sailor Taylor
The New Chief and My Weight
I am going to try my best to make this short and sweet. Here goes..
This month's DEP meeting, the same one where I learned of Elle's fate, was a special one. We had a new chief come into "power" over our recruiting office (The last guy was a Senior Chief, FYI) and that meant each and every one of the DEPpers had to have a one-on-one talk with him. It was a mini meet and greet, so to speak.
Anyhoe!
Since I had to go to work in an hour and I am the DEP-CO, I had the first one-on-one session with Chief. But before Chief got to the office, my recruiters, who had a very serious and skittish air about themselves because of the new chief's pending arrival (he's apparently a hard ass), told me to get on the scale and weigh myself. My weight was something he would be looking at along with my other stats and papers.
Uh-oh!
I could not hide it anymore. I have gained weight since I enlisted back in January but for the longest I have been lying about it on the paperwork I have to fill out every time I come into the office. But now it was my D-Day. I couldn't do anything but get my big ass up on that scale..
My recruiter weighed me and I could tell he was displeased and astounded.
I had gone from the smaller 164 in January to 172 in June. And I am 5 feet 2 inches.
For once, I had nothing to say.
I mean, I'm still hella curvy, not all fat and gelatinous. My waist is small and my hips are huge. That's like the only thing saving me. But my weight has gone up and so have my measurements. I am still within the weight requirements of the Navy but I am pushing it. My weight cushion was closing in because of the cushion that was growing on my ass..
Oh, and for females entering into bootcamp they cannot have more than 36% body fat. And even that is pushing it. Right now I'm at about 32%.
But, anyway, long story short, I went in and talked to the Chief, who did not seem very imposing at all, I might add. We spoke more of my family being in the Navy and my responsibilities as the DEP-CO and being a leader than my weight. For that I was thankful. But I am still due for a trip down to MEPS to get what they call a "courtesy weigh-in." My recruiters tell me without it I cannot ship because of how much weight I have gained.
Shiiiiiit.
But, this IS my own doing..
But what would you do if you had a 7 month wait until you shipped out to boot camp? Laziness is BOUND to happen. But now it needs to go.
As of today, I have exactly 2 months until I ship out to bootcamp. Time to get my shit together all over again. I have started back doing sit-ups and push-ups. I go hard on the elliptical machine (because running is out of the question) and I started spinning (you know, on the Lance Armstrong-type bike) too. I feel the burn and I am getting there. I push myself more and more every day. I stay sore, but I can't really see any results now because I am retaining water at the moment. However, I am getting back to where I was but this time I will be even better! I have come too close to my goal to be getting set back due to my weight or a janky ass shin. My only issue is coming up with healthy, satisfying, and flavorful meals and eating 5 times a day. But that is coming along quickly, too. God willing.
Oh, and I need to cut the alcohol out of my diet and drink ASS LOADS of water. That will be the hardest part along with my eating habits:(
Okay! So I am set to go to MEPS for my weigh-in after the 4th of July since this month is already almost over(Wow!). I will have another update of how I am by then and what goes down at MEPS. Pray for me!
~Sailor Taylor
This month's DEP meeting, the same one where I learned of Elle's fate, was a special one. We had a new chief come into "power" over our recruiting office (The last guy was a Senior Chief, FYI) and that meant each and every one of the DEPpers had to have a one-on-one talk with him. It was a mini meet and greet, so to speak.
Anyhoe!
Since I had to go to work in an hour and I am the DEP-CO, I had the first one-on-one session with Chief. But before Chief got to the office, my recruiters, who had a very serious and skittish air about themselves because of the new chief's pending arrival (he's apparently a hard ass), told me to get on the scale and weigh myself. My weight was something he would be looking at along with my other stats and papers.
Uh-oh!
I could not hide it anymore. I have gained weight since I enlisted back in January but for the longest I have been lying about it on the paperwork I have to fill out every time I come into the office. But now it was my D-Day. I couldn't do anything but get my big ass up on that scale..
My recruiter weighed me and I could tell he was displeased and astounded.
I had gone from the smaller 164 in January to 172 in June. And I am 5 feet 2 inches.
For once, I had nothing to say.
I mean, I'm still hella curvy, not all fat and gelatinous. My waist is small and my hips are huge. That's like the only thing saving me. But my weight has gone up and so have my measurements. I am still within the weight requirements of the Navy but I am pushing it. My weight cushion was closing in because of the cushion that was growing on my ass..
Oh, and for females entering into bootcamp they cannot have more than 36% body fat. And even that is pushing it. Right now I'm at about 32%.
But, anyway, long story short, I went in and talked to the Chief, who did not seem very imposing at all, I might add. We spoke more of my family being in the Navy and my responsibilities as the DEP-CO and being a leader than my weight. For that I was thankful. But I am still due for a trip down to MEPS to get what they call a "courtesy weigh-in." My recruiters tell me without it I cannot ship because of how much weight I have gained.
Shiiiiiit.
But, this IS my own doing..
But what would you do if you had a 7 month wait until you shipped out to boot camp? Laziness is BOUND to happen. But now it needs to go.
As of today, I have exactly 2 months until I ship out to bootcamp. Time to get my shit together all over again. I have started back doing sit-ups and push-ups. I go hard on the elliptical machine (because running is out of the question) and I started spinning (you know, on the Lance Armstrong-type bike) too. I feel the burn and I am getting there. I push myself more and more every day. I stay sore, but I can't really see any results now because I am retaining water at the moment. However, I am getting back to where I was but this time I will be even better! I have come too close to my goal to be getting set back due to my weight or a janky ass shin. My only issue is coming up with healthy, satisfying, and flavorful meals and eating 5 times a day. But that is coming along quickly, too. God willing.
Oh, and I need to cut the alcohol out of my diet and drink ASS LOADS of water. That will be the hardest part along with my eating habits:(
Okay! So I am set to go to MEPS for my weigh-in after the 4th of July since this month is already almost over(Wow!). I will have another update of how I am by then and what goes down at MEPS. Pray for me!
~Sailor Taylor
Sunday, June 20, 2010
How The Mighty Fall..
This month's DEP meeting, which was held on a Thursday as opposed to a Saturday this time around, was an interesting one..
As I walked into the office, one of my recruiters said to me "..Oh, stop running. Guess who got a week 5 medical hold?"
Hm! What an interesting question! My mind quickly fished around for an answer, in which I could not come up with one. So I randomly named the most recent recruit who just left for boot camp, not taking into consideration that she was only in maybe her 2nd week, if that.
My recruiter said, "No. L****(name withheld, of course). She got a week 5 medical hold for stress fractures from running. So stop running!"
And to that I replied, "Oh, I stopped running about a month ago. And she got a fracture because she never ran period." Shaaaaaaaaaade.
And to that comment the entire office, full of DEPpers who knew who and what I was talking about, laughed.
Okay, let me explain. This "L" person (Who will now be referred to as Elle) was the DEP-CO before me and she's also the messy person who tried to pull me down with her that I blogged about months ago. She's the snake that introduced me to Navy mess that I really didn't need to know about that put me in awkward positions and, ultimately, had me suffering from heartburn and feelings of anxiousness. She loooooved to start shit and copped attitudes with everyone, especially with me. It was like she had a personal vendetta against me.. Which I would have LOVED to see her young ass attempt to carry out against me, lol. But the recruiters created a monster when they appointed her as the DEP-CO.
All I could do was pray for her to leave for boot camp soon and that once she got there she would get what was coming to her.
And boy did she!
Now, I can't gloat or brag because I am in danger of suffering the same fate, but isn't Karma a bad bitch?! Like, daaaaaamn. I knew boot camp would straighten her out and apparently it is!
You see, a stress fracture is from running too hard, too much, too soon. The muscles on the shin bone are VERY thin and almost nonexistent. So when they get sore, like all muscles do when you work them, they develop sharp pains called "splints" as they deteriorate, like what I had/ have.
But when you keep running on a hurt shin, those thin muscle disintegrate and the shock that the muscles would have normally absorbed are now transferred to the shin bone. And bones are not designed to absorb shock. Especially not the repetitive shock from running. So, the shin bones develop tiny breaks called, you guessed it, fractures!
And that is when and how a shin splint evolves into a stress fracture. Yes, your bone has a crack in it. Its not broken in 2, but that shit still hurts nonetheless. And your ass should have stopped running looooong ago if you actually make it to this point..
But with the constant running and working out they put you through in boot camp, it is no wonder Little Miss Elle got a fracture. Actually, shin splints and stress fractures don't necessarily occur to those who have correctly arched feet and are used to running.
Now, I'm not sure about Elle's arches, but I DO know the heffa never ran a day before in her life!
Weeeell.. That ain't exactly true. She did run, but very little. She was lazy and spoiled and used to the recruiters cutting her slack. So all she did was absorb the knowledge we as DEPpers are supposed to know before we leave for boot camp. That's part of the reason why Elle became the DEP-CO, because she knew a lot. But that is also where her and I differed. She was the Brain, and by "brain" I mean she had book sense and nothing else, and I was the Brawn. I was not the skinniest DEPper by far, but out of ALL the females and some of the guys I was the best runner and most fit. I always came in first before all the other females and half of the guys. And lets not forget that I was the oldest DEPper at 23 at the time too. And I occasionally smoked Newports, lol.
Elle came in last. Always. She may have ran about a good quarter of a mile before her ass had to stop before she passed out. It wasn't like she was fat or smoked, she just couldn't run worth a shit! Not. At. All. And yet she was all about starting shit and being sneaky..
Well, my dear, the mighty have fallen. And apparently they fell due to a stress fracture. HA!
Oh, and for those of you who don't know, when you get a medical hold the Navy moves you from your assigned "group" or division that you are going through boot camp with into a building with all the other broke/reject Future Sailors. Yep, it's called Ship 17(I think. It could be Ship 6) and I hear it's horrible there. That's where they group all the boot camp misfits: the runaways,
the violent ones, 
the pregnant girls, 
the mentally ill ones, 
the fat ones who can't pass their physical fitness tests, 
those who fail their drug tests, 
and the kids with medical problems. Some are trying to be discharged, some want to stay, and some are waiting on their papers to be processed. Either way, you do not want to end up there. They fight; they steal; they do it all.
I shudder to think about it. It is like the jail of Navy boot camp. And I do not want to end up there. So this is why I MUST get my shit together beforehand and why I'm kinda glad she went to boot camp before me in my place. I have learned from her mistakes, both physically and socially. It's all about the Golden Rule, ya know?
~Sailor Taylor
As I walked into the office, one of my recruiters said to me "..Oh, stop running. Guess who got a week 5 medical hold?"
Hm! What an interesting question! My mind quickly fished around for an answer, in which I could not come up with one. So I randomly named the most recent recruit who just left for boot camp, not taking into consideration that she was only in maybe her 2nd week, if that.
My recruiter said, "No. L****(name withheld, of course). She got a week 5 medical hold for stress fractures from running. So stop running!"
And to that I replied, "Oh, I stopped running about a month ago. And she got a fracture because she never ran period." Shaaaaaaaaaade.
And to that comment the entire office, full of DEPpers who knew who and what I was talking about, laughed.
Okay, let me explain. This "L" person (Who will now be referred to as Elle) was the DEP-CO before me and she's also the messy person who tried to pull me down with her that I blogged about months ago. She's the snake that introduced me to Navy mess that I really didn't need to know about that put me in awkward positions and, ultimately, had me suffering from heartburn and feelings of anxiousness. She loooooved to start shit and copped attitudes with everyone, especially with me. It was like she had a personal vendetta against me.. Which I would have LOVED to see her young ass attempt to carry out against me, lol. But the recruiters created a monster when they appointed her as the DEP-CO.
All I could do was pray for her to leave for boot camp soon and that once she got there she would get what was coming to her.
And boy did she!
Now, I can't gloat or brag because I am in danger of suffering the same fate, but isn't Karma a bad bitch?! Like, daaaaaamn. I knew boot camp would straighten her out and apparently it is!
You see, a stress fracture is from running too hard, too much, too soon. The muscles on the shin bone are VERY thin and almost nonexistent. So when they get sore, like all muscles do when you work them, they develop sharp pains called "splints" as they deteriorate, like what I had/ have.
But when you keep running on a hurt shin, those thin muscle disintegrate and the shock that the muscles would have normally absorbed are now transferred to the shin bone. And bones are not designed to absorb shock. Especially not the repetitive shock from running. So, the shin bones develop tiny breaks called, you guessed it, fractures!
And that is when and how a shin splint evolves into a stress fracture. Yes, your bone has a crack in it. Its not broken in 2, but that shit still hurts nonetheless. And your ass should have stopped running looooong ago if you actually make it to this point..
But with the constant running and working out they put you through in boot camp, it is no wonder Little Miss Elle got a fracture. Actually, shin splints and stress fractures don't necessarily occur to those who have correctly arched feet and are used to running.
Now, I'm not sure about Elle's arches, but I DO know the heffa never ran a day before in her life!
Weeeell.. That ain't exactly true. She did run, but very little. She was lazy and spoiled and used to the recruiters cutting her slack. So all she did was absorb the knowledge we as DEPpers are supposed to know before we leave for boot camp. That's part of the reason why Elle became the DEP-CO, because she knew a lot. But that is also where her and I differed. She was the Brain, and by "brain" I mean she had book sense and nothing else, and I was the Brawn. I was not the skinniest DEPper by far, but out of ALL the females and some of the guys I was the best runner and most fit. I always came in first before all the other females and half of the guys. And lets not forget that I was the oldest DEPper at 23 at the time too. And I occasionally smoked Newports, lol.
Elle came in last. Always. She may have ran about a good quarter of a mile before her ass had to stop before she passed out. It wasn't like she was fat or smoked, she just couldn't run worth a shit! Not. At. All. And yet she was all about starting shit and being sneaky..
Well, my dear, the mighty have fallen. And apparently they fell due to a stress fracture. HA!
Oh, and for those of you who don't know, when you get a medical hold the Navy moves you from your assigned "group" or division that you are going through boot camp with into a building with all the other broke/reject Future Sailors. Yep, it's called Ship 17(I think. It could be Ship 6) and I hear it's horrible there. That's where they group all the boot camp misfits: the runaways,
the violent ones, 
the pregnant girls, 
the mentally ill ones, 
the fat ones who can't pass their physical fitness tests, 
those who fail their drug tests, 
and the kids with medical problems. Some are trying to be discharged, some want to stay, and some are waiting on their papers to be processed. Either way, you do not want to end up there. They fight; they steal; they do it all.I shudder to think about it. It is like the jail of Navy boot camp. And I do not want to end up there. So this is why I MUST get my shit together beforehand and why I'm kinda glad she went to boot camp before me in my place. I have learned from her mistakes, both physically and socially. It's all about the Golden Rule, ya know?
~Sailor Taylor
Like the Wind..
This past week I started back running again:) The ellipticle and swimming just weren't cutting it for me..
The ellipticle feels like I'm cheating when I work out. I mean, it's so easy for me. I don't know why but it is. I could up the intensity, but then I would be huffing and puffing out of breath and still not feel any "burn." It's hard to explain, but you get my meaning, don't you? Hopefully??
And swimming? Well. After doing my research I found out that it is GREAT for cardio (and it REALLY is), but for some reason it is not great for losing weight. Like, people have been swimming their entire lives, everyday for an hour, and they still lose no weight. It's uncertain why this phenomenon takes place, but it is a sad truth:( And, sadly, since I have gained 8 pounds since I enlisted (because I'm trapped here waiting to ship!), I need to lose weight more than ever. I was hoping swimming would help me to get better at it AND lose weight but that just won't be possible..
And then I did miss running..
So I started back running:) I called myself starting slow with walking on the treadmill and slowly picking it up to a nice jog. That worked out fine and I ran for 14 minutes after 20 minutes and 1 mile of warming up. And of course I stretched before and afterwards. I did not, however, massage my shin before or after my workout and I should have.
The next day I did the same thing but I don't think I warmed up for as long as I did before and I ran for 15 minutes. Just one minute more..
But as I was running/ jogging the 2nd day I felt my shin starting to hurt again:( It wasn't too bad so I pushed on. The next day I took off from the gym and did my normal Tiger Balm and frozen tilapia regime on my shin, just in case.
And then it hurt worse than it did before the next day. Not too much more, but still more. And I'm not sure if that was because I massaged it too roughly and hurt it that way or what. I doesn't hurt when I stand or walk on it, but it is tender to the touch..
*Le Sigh*
So it's back to the ellipticle machine, swimming, and cycling as well. I cannot risk going into boot camp hurt like I have been risking it before. With 2 months left I just can't take that chance:( This will be hard, because I have learned to love running over the months and I miss it..
And my legs would have toned up so damn nicely too.. Damn. Lord help me.
~Sailor Taylor
The ellipticle feels like I'm cheating when I work out. I mean, it's so easy for me. I don't know why but it is. I could up the intensity, but then I would be huffing and puffing out of breath and still not feel any "burn." It's hard to explain, but you get my meaning, don't you? Hopefully??
And swimming? Well. After doing my research I found out that it is GREAT for cardio (and it REALLY is), but for some reason it is not great for losing weight. Like, people have been swimming their entire lives, everyday for an hour, and they still lose no weight. It's uncertain why this phenomenon takes place, but it is a sad truth:( And, sadly, since I have gained 8 pounds since I enlisted (because I'm trapped here waiting to ship!), I need to lose weight more than ever. I was hoping swimming would help me to get better at it AND lose weight but that just won't be possible..
And then I did miss running..
So I started back running:) I called myself starting slow with walking on the treadmill and slowly picking it up to a nice jog. That worked out fine and I ran for 14 minutes after 20 minutes and 1 mile of warming up. And of course I stretched before and afterwards. I did not, however, massage my shin before or after my workout and I should have.
The next day I did the same thing but I don't think I warmed up for as long as I did before and I ran for 15 minutes. Just one minute more..
But as I was running/ jogging the 2nd day I felt my shin starting to hurt again:( It wasn't too bad so I pushed on. The next day I took off from the gym and did my normal Tiger Balm and frozen tilapia regime on my shin, just in case.
And then it hurt worse than it did before the next day. Not too much more, but still more. And I'm not sure if that was because I massaged it too roughly and hurt it that way or what. I doesn't hurt when I stand or walk on it, but it is tender to the touch..
*Le Sigh*
So it's back to the ellipticle machine, swimming, and cycling as well. I cannot risk going into boot camp hurt like I have been risking it before. With 2 months left I just can't take that chance:( This will be hard, because I have learned to love running over the months and I miss it..
And my legs would have toned up so damn nicely too.. Damn. Lord help me.
~Sailor Taylor
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
..And Not A Man In Sight.
When I enlisted and realized I would be stuck in this shit-hole town for about 7 months just WAITING to ship out, I decided I would date around. Why not? I was single, free, vibrant, and eventually I got financially on my feet. But my dating would be nothing serious, just something fun to "hold me over." I knew a serious relationship would be detrimental for me and I didn't want to drag anyone along once I left (I've been in that position and it HURTS), so "casual" was the way to go.
And then I met Alec and he, well, turned out to be crazy. Ape shit crazy. Oops.
So, after that unexpected and horrid encounter, I got back into the dating game with a vengeance.
Or so I thought.
I have not been able to meet a single new man worth dating or, hell, even my text messages. I try. I put it out there, whatever "it" is and I get nothing in return. Nothing but crazies, nobodies, and nothings.
I thought I would have one of those hot, steamy, epic summer romances that fizzles out just in time at the end of the summer. I thought I would meet my summer guy. Just one. One was all I needed. I thought I would have a summer relationship and get my groove back and be jump started for boot camp. But nope! Not at all. My ass is still very single in every sense of the word.
I mean, I can understand The Man Upstairs not wanting me to get distracted and I haven't.. For the most part (I have gained weight, so I guess my distraction would be food??), but this is insane. Never have I gone through a dry spell like this. Sure, I get out and hang with the few token friends I do have, but that's about it. I don't date. I CAN'T date. I've tried:( But hell, I barely even have sex. And that is what hurts my feelings most of all:( I need my Vitamin D!
So, here I am with two months left and I am lonely as shit. I just wanted someone to hold me as I sleep. Someone to do things with.. I haven't had that feeling since my ex. And I miss that. A lot. But I am giving up hope. What's the point of hanging on? You know, it always was a fear that I would meet someone and fall madly in love but now I see what an irrational fear that was! I have to actually meet someone for that to happen..
Shit. Well, guess I'll turn my attentions to other things.. As if I haven't been doing that already. Damn.
~Sailor Taylor
P.S. Oh, and I just looooove when men tell me "Oh, I can't believe you're single!" Shit, son, I just AM! Leave it be! Stop rubbing it in! Hell! Ugh.
And then I met Alec and he, well, turned out to be crazy. Ape shit crazy. Oops.
So, after that unexpected and horrid encounter, I got back into the dating game with a vengeance.
Or so I thought.
I have not been able to meet a single new man worth dating or, hell, even my text messages. I try. I put it out there, whatever "it" is and I get nothing in return. Nothing but crazies, nobodies, and nothings.
I thought I would have one of those hot, steamy, epic summer romances that fizzles out just in time at the end of the summer. I thought I would meet my summer guy. Just one. One was all I needed. I thought I would have a summer relationship and get my groove back and be jump started for boot camp. But nope! Not at all. My ass is still very single in every sense of the word.
I mean, I can understand The Man Upstairs not wanting me to get distracted and I haven't.. For the most part (I have gained weight, so I guess my distraction would be food??), but this is insane. Never have I gone through a dry spell like this. Sure, I get out and hang with the few token friends I do have, but that's about it. I don't date. I CAN'T date. I've tried:( But hell, I barely even have sex. And that is what hurts my feelings most of all:( I need my Vitamin D!
So, here I am with two months left and I am lonely as shit. I just wanted someone to hold me as I sleep. Someone to do things with.. I haven't had that feeling since my ex. And I miss that. A lot. But I am giving up hope. What's the point of hanging on? You know, it always was a fear that I would meet someone and fall madly in love but now I see what an irrational fear that was! I have to actually meet someone for that to happen..
Shit. Well, guess I'll turn my attentions to other things.. As if I haven't been doing that already. Damn.
~Sailor Taylor
P.S. Oh, and I just looooove when men tell me "Oh, I can't believe you're single!" Shit, son, I just AM! Leave it be! Stop rubbing it in! Hell! Ugh.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
The Water, Revisited
Well, I got my bathing suit, which is very cute, I might add;) It's black "booty"/ boy shorts that tie up on the sides with hot pink string and a matching pink and black racer back top that's actually meant for surfers. It's kinda hard to explain and I wanna make this a short post, but hopefully you guys get what I am saying. Either way, my curves and ass are accentuated QUITE nicely, I might add;)
Anyway! My memory fails me but I think I went swimming twice once I got my suit and then stopped. I just HATE doing things I'm not good at. So, I finally got rid of all the excuses and mentally and physically (it IS very tiring, after all) geared myself up to go swimming. I even googled swimming techniques so I could get a general idea of what I was doing wrong. I knew I had the basic idea of swimming down, but I just KNEW I was fucking up somewhere.
So, from what I gathered, I needed to basically relax in the water so I wouldn't get so tired so soon. I have this thing where I tense up in the water because I am out of my element/ comfort zone and tend to freak out. So I have to take deep breaths and relax before I start swimming. Aaaaannd, after I relax and actually start to swim, I need to be sure I rock my body from side to side with each stroke. What I tend to do is lay flat on the water and only move my arms and not my body with my arms. Basically I'm a damn board in the water lol. But rocking my body with the motion of my arms seemed like it would help me and help me be able to get my next breath in since my body was turning to the side more..
Oh! And I read that I needed to point my chin to my shoulder as I turn my head to get my next breath in. All this seems simple enough, right?? Okay..
So, I go to the pool. I swim for a little bit and already I start to feel better in the water. It's starting to feel RIGHT. I still wasn't a fish in the water, but I wasn't a rock either. But I still kinda felt that I needed help or was still doing something wrong. So I mustered up the courage to ask the lifeguard on duty to watch me swim a couple strokes..
He said I looked fine:) YAY!! That was really all I needed: assurance. Here I am hating doing things I'm not good at and I actually am doing the right thing. Awesome:) That was a huge boost of confidence. I needed that.
So now I am all motivated to swim. I'm still not where I want to be in the water. I still swim in the 4 feet end "just in case." But I know the progress is there. And all I have to do to get better is simply swim. All I need is stamina:) Because I think they are going to have my ass swimming a mile in boot camp.. Which seems pretty damn preposterous to me, but whatever. This is just another challenge that I will meet..
Oh, and to make sure my ass goes swimming, I have cut out going to the gym and doing cardio first, as was my original routine. I would do at least 60 minutes of cardio (an hour!) and THEN swim. And that had my ass exhausted.. And that was also as excuse for me to not go swimming.. Yes, yet another excuse not to do it. So, I just swim now. That's it. And it is a good workout. It gets to my muscles big time. So if I can keep swimming until I am good and sore/ toned then I should be fine:)
Well, I am off today and am getting rested up. So that means I will be hitting the pool later one. Pray for me! Lol. Toodles!
~Sailor Taylor
Anyway! My memory fails me but I think I went swimming twice once I got my suit and then stopped. I just HATE doing things I'm not good at. So, I finally got rid of all the excuses and mentally and physically (it IS very tiring, after all) geared myself up to go swimming. I even googled swimming techniques so I could get a general idea of what I was doing wrong. I knew I had the basic idea of swimming down, but I just KNEW I was fucking up somewhere.
So, from what I gathered, I needed to basically relax in the water so I wouldn't get so tired so soon. I have this thing where I tense up in the water because I am out of my element/ comfort zone and tend to freak out. So I have to take deep breaths and relax before I start swimming. Aaaaannd, after I relax and actually start to swim, I need to be sure I rock my body from side to side with each stroke. What I tend to do is lay flat on the water and only move my arms and not my body with my arms. Basically I'm a damn board in the water lol. But rocking my body with the motion of my arms seemed like it would help me and help me be able to get my next breath in since my body was turning to the side more..
Oh! And I read that I needed to point my chin to my shoulder as I turn my head to get my next breath in. All this seems simple enough, right?? Okay..
So, I go to the pool. I swim for a little bit and already I start to feel better in the water. It's starting to feel RIGHT. I still wasn't a fish in the water, but I wasn't a rock either. But I still kinda felt that I needed help or was still doing something wrong. So I mustered up the courage to ask the lifeguard on duty to watch me swim a couple strokes..
He said I looked fine:) YAY!! That was really all I needed: assurance. Here I am hating doing things I'm not good at and I actually am doing the right thing. Awesome:) That was a huge boost of confidence. I needed that.
So now I am all motivated to swim. I'm still not where I want to be in the water. I still swim in the 4 feet end "just in case." But I know the progress is there. And all I have to do to get better is simply swim. All I need is stamina:) Because I think they are going to have my ass swimming a mile in boot camp.. Which seems pretty damn preposterous to me, but whatever. This is just another challenge that I will meet..
Oh, and to make sure my ass goes swimming, I have cut out going to the gym and doing cardio first, as was my original routine. I would do at least 60 minutes of cardio (an hour!) and THEN swim. And that had my ass exhausted.. And that was also as excuse for me to not go swimming.. Yes, yet another excuse not to do it. So, I just swim now. That's it. And it is a good workout. It gets to my muscles big time. So if I can keep swimming until I am good and sore/ toned then I should be fine:)
Well, I am off today and am getting rested up. So that means I will be hitting the pool later one. Pray for me! Lol. Toodles!
~Sailor Taylor
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Eyes On The Prize
Not to give too much away about myself, I will say that my living conditions are nowhere near the best. Yes, I have my own. Yes, I am independent. But I am living in an area of town, in a certain setting that I absolutely detest. I do not let my circumstances define me but I hate where I am. I am meant for better and I cannot wait til I get that for myself.
You see, I do not believe in pissing where I sleep. And I KNOW I am only living in this place for a season. It is a season that is much longer than I would have liked, but it is a season nonetheless. With that being said, I keep to myself to the extreme. I don't speak to anyone in anyway, I don't make eye contact, and I don't make friends. That is how I assure myself that I remain drama free because shit starts happening and hitting the fan when "friends" are made. But, because I am a single, attractive woman who doesn't talk to anyone, I have developed a certain air of mystery about myself. And I believe it is because of this mystery that the various shitty men who live around me are attracted to me..
And I wish and pray to God they would just leave me the fuck alone. How dare they think they have a chance with me? ME, of all people? How dare they attempt to "holler" at someone who lives in the same building as themselves? Don't they know how messy that is? Apparently they don't care. And how dare they continue to speak to me and hit on me knowing damn well I am trying my best and damnedest to repel them? This is not the time or place to "try, try, try again"! I want to be left the fuck alone. Yes, I do live in the same spot as them but I am better than them on paper and in person.
There.
I said it. I am better than them.
I have set goals that must be achieved. I am all business and I do not have any time to give to someone who is not only physically and mentally hideous, but ultimately would drag me down. To hell with them all.
And the frustrating thing is that I heard these men talking about me today outside of my door. I couldn't quite make out what they were saying but I do know it was in reference to me not socializing with them. But why would I want to sit on the damn stoop all day and night talking about nothing and doing nothing but drinking malt liquor and smoking God knows what? Why can't they just leave me alone! Why can't they just accept the fact that some people will not socialize no matter what and they are to be left alone? Must they be so immature and messy? Men and their damned egos..
Ugh. Just typing this gives me heartburn and a headache. I hate coming home because they are always there. I hate having to pass by them. I am getting anxiety attacks because of them when I am normally so cool, calm, and collected..
But like Momma told my sister, "People talked about Jesus." And how correct she was. Who am I to not be talked about? *Sigh.* So I try to not let this shit get to me, even though it is right outside of my door, my place of solitude, supposed peace and my home. I try to view every hardship as a stepping stone and learning lesson that can be put towards my Navy career. This crap is no different. But I will say that this living situation of mine is a huge factor in me wanting to go to boot camp as early as possible. I'm just tired of living in ghetto shit..
God, stay with me.
~Sailor Taylor
You see, I do not believe in pissing where I sleep. And I KNOW I am only living in this place for a season. It is a season that is much longer than I would have liked, but it is a season nonetheless. With that being said, I keep to myself to the extreme. I don't speak to anyone in anyway, I don't make eye contact, and I don't make friends. That is how I assure myself that I remain drama free because shit starts happening and hitting the fan when "friends" are made. But, because I am a single, attractive woman who doesn't talk to anyone, I have developed a certain air of mystery about myself. And I believe it is because of this mystery that the various shitty men who live around me are attracted to me..
And I wish and pray to God they would just leave me the fuck alone. How dare they think they have a chance with me? ME, of all people? How dare they attempt to "holler" at someone who lives in the same building as themselves? Don't they know how messy that is? Apparently they don't care. And how dare they continue to speak to me and hit on me knowing damn well I am trying my best and damnedest to repel them? This is not the time or place to "try, try, try again"! I want to be left the fuck alone. Yes, I do live in the same spot as them but I am better than them on paper and in person.
There.
I said it. I am better than them.
I have set goals that must be achieved. I am all business and I do not have any time to give to someone who is not only physically and mentally hideous, but ultimately would drag me down. To hell with them all.
And the frustrating thing is that I heard these men talking about me today outside of my door. I couldn't quite make out what they were saying but I do know it was in reference to me not socializing with them. But why would I want to sit on the damn stoop all day and night talking about nothing and doing nothing but drinking malt liquor and smoking God knows what? Why can't they just leave me alone! Why can't they just accept the fact that some people will not socialize no matter what and they are to be left alone? Must they be so immature and messy? Men and their damned egos..
Ugh. Just typing this gives me heartburn and a headache. I hate coming home because they are always there. I hate having to pass by them. I am getting anxiety attacks because of them when I am normally so cool, calm, and collected..
But like Momma told my sister, "People talked about Jesus." And how correct she was. Who am I to not be talked about? *Sigh.* So I try to not let this shit get to me, even though it is right outside of my door, my place of solitude, supposed peace and my home. I try to view every hardship as a stepping stone and learning lesson that can be put towards my Navy career. This crap is no different. But I will say that this living situation of mine is a huge factor in me wanting to go to boot camp as early as possible. I'm just tired of living in ghetto shit..
God, stay with me.
~Sailor Taylor
Girl Talk!
Okay, it's time to get past the Angry Black Woman blogs and move onto lighter fair..
It's time for Girl Talk! *Giggles!* This blog is all about my cosmetic happenings.. So.. Here goes!!
Okay, so in a February blog entitled "Just Lettin' My Soul Glow," I wrote about how I was going to let my hair grow..Maybe.. Well, I didn't lol. I chopped it all off again.. And again.. And again.. I thought I looked prettier with shorter hair sans the color. But then I saw a picture of those BCG's: Boot Camp Glasses. Or Birth Control Glasses as I and many others refer to them as. They are called such because they are SO ugly they repel ANYONE from wanting to have sex with the person who wears them lol. But they are pretty damn tough and sturdy. But still. Wearing those glasses gets me no sex. Shit! Lol..
But, either way, I don't want to wear them! My eyes are so bad that I KNOW the lenses on them will be HUGE and THICK. I'll be so ugly and I'm so used to being cute! *Toot, toot! That's my own horn* BCG's are the main thing I am NOT looking forward to in boot camp. That and swimming.
But, getting back to my initial point, I have decided to start growing my hair back to counter the effects of those hideous ass glasses. I figure I need hair to take some of the "ugly" edge off those damned glasses. And, really, I kinda missed my hair. I do. I love it short but I want something to play with. And I'm interested in the growth process too. But it seems that now that I actually WANT my hair to grow back and it's not growing out due to me being too cheap to go to the barber, it won't grow:( But it will! And in the mean time I have died it back to the coppery, blonde color it is in my profile picture. Yeah, I got bored again lol. But I wanted a summer color. And I'll be sure to dye it back dark before I hit boot camp. I shutter to think about what they would do to me in boot camp if I showed up with a mini blonde 'fro..
Okay! Also, since February I have been getting my nails done. I've never been able to afford the luxury before, but now I can. So I got them done on the regular. But, with me having 2 MONTHS AND 2 WEEKS left before I ship out (YEESSSSS!!!), it's time to let this trend go. I need to put that money towards my bills. And, yes, having bills that are not paid on time, all the time will affect my Navy career. So.. It's time to start paying that shit off, lol. Or at least try. It won't all be paid off before I go, but the Navy needs to see that I am trying to get my financial shit together. So bye-bye nails!
I look at my hands now and my natural nails have grown out longer than they ever have before, but they are so SOFT. I mean, they're like newborn baby, these things have been soaking in embryonic fluid for the past 9 months SOFT! I'm almost tempted to cut them off and start all over again. Some have broken off anyway, showing my naturally short and stubby nails. I have my father's hands. They aren't long and feminine like my mom's and sister's, but they are mine and they are what I have grown up with all my life. It's almost refreshing to see the same ol' me resurfacing again. No more fakeness. Time to strengthen my nails by simply letting them grow. And I can't be having soft, brittle nails in boot camp anyway. I cannot imagine now much that would suck when they teach us to tie knots and what not and my nails are literally bending back. Ew:(
So, I guess you can say that overall I am reverting back to my natural self. The nails are gone, my hair is growing back. And, really, I couldn't be happier. It's time to return to me. And of course you will be kept updated on my progress..
More Girl Talk later! Smooches:)
~Sailor Taylor
It's time for Girl Talk! *Giggles!* This blog is all about my cosmetic happenings.. So.. Here goes!!
Okay, so in a February blog entitled "Just Lettin' My Soul Glow," I wrote about how I was going to let my hair grow..Maybe.. Well, I didn't lol. I chopped it all off again.. And again.. And again.. I thought I looked prettier with shorter hair sans the color. But then I saw a picture of those BCG's: Boot Camp Glasses. Or Birth Control Glasses as I and many others refer to them as. They are called such because they are SO ugly they repel ANYONE from wanting to have sex with the person who wears them lol. But they are pretty damn tough and sturdy. But still. Wearing those glasses gets me no sex. Shit! Lol..
But, either way, I don't want to wear them! My eyes are so bad that I KNOW the lenses on them will be HUGE and THICK. I'll be so ugly and I'm so used to being cute! *Toot, toot! That's my own horn* BCG's are the main thing I am NOT looking forward to in boot camp. That and swimming.
But, getting back to my initial point, I have decided to start growing my hair back to counter the effects of those hideous ass glasses. I figure I need hair to take some of the "ugly" edge off those damned glasses. And, really, I kinda missed my hair. I do. I love it short but I want something to play with. And I'm interested in the growth process too. But it seems that now that I actually WANT my hair to grow back and it's not growing out due to me being too cheap to go to the barber, it won't grow:( But it will! And in the mean time I have died it back to the coppery, blonde color it is in my profile picture. Yeah, I got bored again lol. But I wanted a summer color. And I'll be sure to dye it back dark before I hit boot camp. I shutter to think about what they would do to me in boot camp if I showed up with a mini blonde 'fro..
Okay! Also, since February I have been getting my nails done. I've never been able to afford the luxury before, but now I can. So I got them done on the regular. But, with me having 2 MONTHS AND 2 WEEKS left before I ship out (YEESSSSS!!!), it's time to let this trend go. I need to put that money towards my bills. And, yes, having bills that are not paid on time, all the time will affect my Navy career. So.. It's time to start paying that shit off, lol. Or at least try. It won't all be paid off before I go, but the Navy needs to see that I am trying to get my financial shit together. So bye-bye nails!
I look at my hands now and my natural nails have grown out longer than they ever have before, but they are so SOFT. I mean, they're like newborn baby, these things have been soaking in embryonic fluid for the past 9 months SOFT! I'm almost tempted to cut them off and start all over again. Some have broken off anyway, showing my naturally short and stubby nails. I have my father's hands. They aren't long and feminine like my mom's and sister's, but they are mine and they are what I have grown up with all my life. It's almost refreshing to see the same ol' me resurfacing again. No more fakeness. Time to strengthen my nails by simply letting them grow. And I can't be having soft, brittle nails in boot camp anyway. I cannot imagine now much that would suck when they teach us to tie knots and what not and my nails are literally bending back. Ew:(
So, I guess you can say that overall I am reverting back to my natural self. The nails are gone, my hair is growing back. And, really, I couldn't be happier. It's time to return to me. And of course you will be kept updated on my progress..
More Girl Talk later! Smooches:)
~Sailor Taylor
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Oh, Military Wives..
Prepare to get PISSED!
I had to do it, y'all. And here I go!..
What the hell did you ladies do BEFORE you married "The Hubby"?? Because some of you all obviously act as if your lives were conceived as soon as you married this man. Never in my life have I ever seen such co-dependent bitchin' and moanin' over another human being. Like seriously? Children are more independent compared to some of you wives. And your husbands better be God because you act like their shit is golden.
Oh, and what is all this self-righteous, self-pity SHIT you parade around with? Honey, you chose to marry a man that will be gone at least half of the time you are with him, if not ALL of the time. I'm so tired of these military wives acting as if they had no choice in the matter of marrying a man who isn't there. I get it. They run the house while he is away. They're "independent," but not really. Because a good ass number of these women don't even work! They stay home and pop out babies and complain some more.. Well guess what? Who the HELL told you to have all those damn kids all by your lonesome?? NO ONE. Stop poppin' out kids, damnit! You are not a Pez dispenser!
Oh, and uh, I know about how some of these "faithful" military wives turn to other women and hit up Craigslist when their man ain home. That's not cool. So.. YOU can have a side piece of the same sex and "it doesn't count," but don't he DARE do that, right? No, ma'am. I'm all for equality and that is a damned double standard! He has to keep it in his pants and therefore so do you! That is CHEATING and it objectifies women. So, you can get your jollies from a woman and it's not cheating? But, if it's not cheating, why won't you tell your husband? Why you gotta hide it?? Ugh! You disgust me!
But anyway, tangent aside, I ran by one military wife's blog who acted as if they were in some damn secret society about who could bitch the loudest. It was sickening. They were like wives of rich CEOs and basketball players who have nothing better to do but sit around and brag about their Men. They were like Kept Women living vicariously through their husbands. I even read where this woman bitched about other military wives calling out their husbands' rank. It was like a damn rank war: whose husband out-ranked the others, whose husband had the most pay, responsibility and respect.
And that shit made me sick to my stomach. My inner, rowdy feminist could not have been more upset and displeased. What IS this SHIT? What did these military wives do before they got married? Because they act completely hopeless..
Oh. That's right. I know what they did before they got married: They were still living at home with momma and daddy.
That's another thing. These damn wives are 18, 19, 20 years of age. They're young as shit! Who the HELL falls in love and gets married at 18?? Bad choice, my friend. Baaaaad choice.
But I get it. The separation makes young couples feel as though they are being torn apart and everything all the more dire. They run with the idea of "absence makes the heart grow fonder" and feel the need to get married RIGHT NOW! After all, they're "in love," right? Yeah, right.
But here's the deal. Military wives are not special. I feel as though they want to be and want to be pitied. But you know what? They should have joined the military themselves if they wanted that shit. It is far more noble and respectable. And you know what? They're actually doing something worthwhile and meaningful.. Or hell, they're doing something PERIOD. Haha. I know. I'm a mess..
Oh, and I was on Yahoo Answers one time researching the military and I happened to run across one lil momma talking about "there should be a code of conduct for military wives." Bitch, please! You are married to someone in the military, not actually IN it. You don't need this "code" you so desperately want. You need a life. The government will not issue your lil fast ass a uniform or a damn badge that says "Military Wifey." Um, I CAN give you a cookie, if you want one, though lol.
But I had to give it to one of the other wives who replied to her; she laid into her. She basically told this lil heffa to get a life because she was feeling herself and her husband a little too much. She was the epitome of living through her husband..
Oh, and of all the military wives I've seen, they seem to be ridiculously in love with their husbands. Like, dangerously in love. Like "this-is-my-whole-life-if-he-ever-leaves-me-or-gets-killed-in-combat-I-will-literally-die" type of love.
Daaaaaaamn, bitch! I don't see other married couples like that! How friggin' weird, man. Friggin' weird.
But will that "love" still be present and strong when he comes home for good? Or will all the thrill, excitement, "money" (cause y'all don't get that damn much money!), and danger be gone and the marriage goes the way of half of all marriages in America: Divorce?? Hmmm.. Something to think about, y'all..
And, in closing (very research paper of me, I know lol), shout outs to Trey Songz for his new video "Yo Side of the Bed" which depicts a military HUSBAND who stays home and cares for house, home, and child while the woman, a soldier, goes off to war. It's an awesome role reversal. It's still a slick pity party with the idea of deployment and all (you knew what you were getting into beforehand!), but it is a nice to see a different story concerning military marriage.. Even if they were an Army marriage and not Navy lol. My humanitarian feminist alter ego was very pleased indeed.
Aight, y'all! I'm done. Need a tissue?? Lol.
~Sailor Taylor
I had to do it, y'all. And here I go!..
What the hell did you ladies do BEFORE you married "The Hubby"?? Because some of you all obviously act as if your lives were conceived as soon as you married this man. Never in my life have I ever seen such co-dependent bitchin' and moanin' over another human being. Like seriously? Children are more independent compared to some of you wives. And your husbands better be God because you act like their shit is golden.
Oh, and what is all this self-righteous, self-pity SHIT you parade around with? Honey, you chose to marry a man that will be gone at least half of the time you are with him, if not ALL of the time. I'm so tired of these military wives acting as if they had no choice in the matter of marrying a man who isn't there. I get it. They run the house while he is away. They're "independent," but not really. Because a good ass number of these women don't even work! They stay home and pop out babies and complain some more.. Well guess what? Who the HELL told you to have all those damn kids all by your lonesome?? NO ONE. Stop poppin' out kids, damnit! You are not a Pez dispenser!
Oh, and uh, I know about how some of these "faithful" military wives turn to other women and hit up Craigslist when their man ain home. That's not cool. So.. YOU can have a side piece of the same sex and "it doesn't count," but don't he DARE do that, right? No, ma'am. I'm all for equality and that is a damned double standard! He has to keep it in his pants and therefore so do you! That is CHEATING and it objectifies women. So, you can get your jollies from a woman and it's not cheating? But, if it's not cheating, why won't you tell your husband? Why you gotta hide it?? Ugh! You disgust me!
But anyway, tangent aside, I ran by one military wife's blog who acted as if they were in some damn secret society about who could bitch the loudest. It was sickening. They were like wives of rich CEOs and basketball players who have nothing better to do but sit around and brag about their Men. They were like Kept Women living vicariously through their husbands. I even read where this woman bitched about other military wives calling out their husbands' rank. It was like a damn rank war: whose husband out-ranked the others, whose husband had the most pay, responsibility and respect.
And that shit made me sick to my stomach. My inner, rowdy feminist could not have been more upset and displeased. What IS this SHIT? What did these military wives do before they got married? Because they act completely hopeless..
Oh. That's right. I know what they did before they got married: They were still living at home with momma and daddy.
That's another thing. These damn wives are 18, 19, 20 years of age. They're young as shit! Who the HELL falls in love and gets married at 18?? Bad choice, my friend. Baaaaad choice.
But I get it. The separation makes young couples feel as though they are being torn apart and everything all the more dire. They run with the idea of "absence makes the heart grow fonder" and feel the need to get married RIGHT NOW! After all, they're "in love," right? Yeah, right.
But here's the deal. Military wives are not special. I feel as though they want to be and want to be pitied. But you know what? They should have joined the military themselves if they wanted that shit. It is far more noble and respectable. And you know what? They're actually doing something worthwhile and meaningful.. Or hell, they're doing something PERIOD. Haha. I know. I'm a mess..
Oh, and I was on Yahoo Answers one time researching the military and I happened to run across one lil momma talking about "there should be a code of conduct for military wives." Bitch, please! You are married to someone in the military, not actually IN it. You don't need this "code" you so desperately want. You need a life. The government will not issue your lil fast ass a uniform or a damn badge that says "Military Wifey." Um, I CAN give you a cookie, if you want one, though lol.
But I had to give it to one of the other wives who replied to her; she laid into her. She basically told this lil heffa to get a life because she was feeling herself and her husband a little too much. She was the epitome of living through her husband..
Oh, and of all the military wives I've seen, they seem to be ridiculously in love with their husbands. Like, dangerously in love. Like "this-is-my-whole-life-if-he-ever-leaves-me-or-gets-killed-in-combat-I-will-literally-die" type of love.
Daaaaaaamn, bitch! I don't see other married couples like that! How friggin' weird, man. Friggin' weird.
But will that "love" still be present and strong when he comes home for good? Or will all the thrill, excitement, "money" (cause y'all don't get that damn much money!), and danger be gone and the marriage goes the way of half of all marriages in America: Divorce?? Hmmm.. Something to think about, y'all..
And, in closing (very research paper of me, I know lol), shout outs to Trey Songz for his new video "Yo Side of the Bed" which depicts a military HUSBAND who stays home and cares for house, home, and child while the woman, a soldier, goes off to war. It's an awesome role reversal. It's still a slick pity party with the idea of deployment and all (you knew what you were getting into beforehand!), but it is a nice to see a different story concerning military marriage.. Even if they were an Army marriage and not Navy lol. My humanitarian feminist alter ego was very pleased indeed.
Aight, y'all! I'm done. Need a tissue?? Lol.
~Sailor Taylor
The Water
I have a confession to make:
I am not a fan of swimming.
I know, I know. You all are thinking to yourselves "How the hell did this girl join the Navy and she doesn't like to swim?!.."
Well, stranger things have happened:)
Aaaaaannnd, I would like to note that neither my Mom and Aunt (who retired from the Navy as a Chief) were not very good swimmers(not at all!) when they were in the Navy and when they got out. But I actually think all they had to do in their day was barely wade water. Women weren't allowed on ships then. And I'm sure someone in bootcamp "hooked them up." Lol. Because they sure as hell cannot swim lol.
But there are a lot of people in the Navy past and present who hate the water. And I'm not saying I hate water, because I don't. But I do hate not being the best at what I have been assigned and destined to do. And I believe I have been assigned to the Navy by God and I am destined to be a Sailor. But swimming has never been my strength.
Actually, when I decided I wanted to join I couldn't swim at all. But I knew the Navy was what I wanted to do and a part of joining the military was pushing myself to new mental and physical limits. So I went to the YMCA, paid $90, and took adult swimming lessons. Technically, I learned how to swim. I know all the basics and how to do them. I'm just pretty uncomfortable in the water, and that's because it's so far from my comfort zone. We (my sister and I) weren't raised at the pool, even though my parents were Sailors and mom had access to the pool on base. Every time we went "swimming," my sister and I stayed in the shallow end..
I still do that now. I stay in the 5'6" end and that is deep enough for me at 5'2". There, I practice different strokes, floating, and just trying to get comfortable in the water period. It's like, I KNOW I won't drown because I know how to not drown (lol), BUT I still tense up in the water. I have no idea why I do, but I do. Maybe I'm scared of somehow sucking up too much water. Or maybe I'm just scared of not being the best at something.
So, today, I am buying a new swim suit (it's time for another and this will probably be the hardest part: getting a suit that fits my shape and body) and after I do 45 minutes of cardio, I am hitting the pool. Lord, help me! Because it has been months since I have gone swimming and I am feeling apprehensive about this all over again. But I would much rather at least try to practice my swimming on the civilian side rather than get to boot camp damn near cold turkey. Hell no. I'm sure I'd have a heart attack then lol. My heart couldn't take it! All that water without any prior practice?? No thank you. Thank God I have common sense because not everyone does. Some people show up to Navy boot camp not knowing how to swim, expecting to be shown there.. I guess, honey! Lol. But I will NOT be doing that. I'm off!
~Sailor Taylor
I am not a fan of swimming.
I know, I know. You all are thinking to yourselves "How the hell did this girl join the Navy and she doesn't like to swim?!.."
Well, stranger things have happened:)
Aaaaaannnd, I would like to note that neither my Mom and Aunt (who retired from the Navy as a Chief) were not very good swimmers(not at all!) when they were in the Navy and when they got out. But I actually think all they had to do in their day was barely wade water. Women weren't allowed on ships then. And I'm sure someone in bootcamp "hooked them up." Lol. Because they sure as hell cannot swim lol.
But there are a lot of people in the Navy past and present who hate the water. And I'm not saying I hate water, because I don't. But I do hate not being the best at what I have been assigned and destined to do. And I believe I have been assigned to the Navy by God and I am destined to be a Sailor. But swimming has never been my strength.
Actually, when I decided I wanted to join I couldn't swim at all. But I knew the Navy was what I wanted to do and a part of joining the military was pushing myself to new mental and physical limits. So I went to the YMCA, paid $90, and took adult swimming lessons. Technically, I learned how to swim. I know all the basics and how to do them. I'm just pretty uncomfortable in the water, and that's because it's so far from my comfort zone. We (my sister and I) weren't raised at the pool, even though my parents were Sailors and mom had access to the pool on base. Every time we went "swimming," my sister and I stayed in the shallow end..
I still do that now. I stay in the 5'6" end and that is deep enough for me at 5'2". There, I practice different strokes, floating, and just trying to get comfortable in the water period. It's like, I KNOW I won't drown because I know how to not drown (lol), BUT I still tense up in the water. I have no idea why I do, but I do. Maybe I'm scared of somehow sucking up too much water. Or maybe I'm just scared of not being the best at something.
So, today, I am buying a new swim suit (it's time for another and this will probably be the hardest part: getting a suit that fits my shape and body) and after I do 45 minutes of cardio, I am hitting the pool. Lord, help me! Because it has been months since I have gone swimming and I am feeling apprehensive about this all over again. But I would much rather at least try to practice my swimming on the civilian side rather than get to boot camp damn near cold turkey. Hell no. I'm sure I'd have a heart attack then lol. My heart couldn't take it! All that water without any prior practice?? No thank you. Thank God I have common sense because not everyone does. Some people show up to Navy boot camp not knowing how to swim, expecting to be shown there.. I guess, honey! Lol. But I will NOT be doing that. I'm off!
~Sailor Taylor
Friday, June 4, 2010
Bitch-Boo-Bye!
Bitch, I will cut yo ass off! Don't play! Some people are not even worth saying good-bye to. I just turn my succulent ass right on around and sashay away, honey! People are not worth my nerves, which they have obviously gotten to if I felt the need to write this angry blog.
But oh well! This needs to be said!
I am burning bridges before I hit bootcamp and, in turn, my new Life. I'm not takin' these tired ass, no good people with me. No ma'am! What's the point? If they weren't for me then, they fa DAMN sure ain't for me now!
Exes, past flames, fishy frienemies/ "friend girls," ALL of y'all can kick rocks. Like seriously. You may now commence to hating me, but you will not take my shine. And you will not make it with me on my Journey. You have been informed, boo.
You see, when you get a life or a goal to strive for, everything else that is not important falls by the wayside. It's just that simple. And I am experiencing that now. Petty people don't mean shit to me. Where I would hang on for dear life to people before, I easily let them go now. No more cling. I don't need you. I realize that now. I have something so much deeper and meaningful than people now: A relationship with myself that I have finally effectively cultivated and the United States Navy. Those are my loves now. Life is too short and I have a lot of living to do as well as a lot to live for. So.. Goodbye. You aren't worth it. Now go cry and lick your wounds. Not being mean. Jus' sayin.' *Kanyeshrug..
..And in case you were wondering what set me off.. Well, you guesses it, two MEN (In addition to other shitty people in my Life from the past)!! Separate occasions, but I can't do it. Not anymore. One was an ex that wanted to get mad at me when he was clearly at fault. How am I NOT supposed to get mad when you fall asleep instead of coming over?? You knew you were scheduled to come over and what do you do? Fall asleep! And he wants to get pissy, bitchy when I cop an attitude. Honey, I can do that! I didn't fall asleep!
And another guy, who was rebounding hard as HELL with me, got mad at me when I called him out about it on Facebook. I tell you, never piss in a Leo's corn flakes! They get angry and curl up on the floor in the fetal position with their thumbs in their mouths like a lil kitten bitch. And that's when you step the fuck over them and keep on walkin'. I ain' gots tha time fa this! I swear I don't. Not today!
Whew! Okay.. I'm back down to earth again. Toodles! Lol;)
~Sailor Taylor
But oh well! This needs to be said!
I am burning bridges before I hit bootcamp and, in turn, my new Life. I'm not takin' these tired ass, no good people with me. No ma'am! What's the point? If they weren't for me then, they fa DAMN sure ain't for me now!
Exes, past flames, fishy frienemies/ "friend girls," ALL of y'all can kick rocks. Like seriously. You may now commence to hating me, but you will not take my shine. And you will not make it with me on my Journey. You have been informed, boo.
You see, when you get a life or a goal to strive for, everything else that is not important falls by the wayside. It's just that simple. And I am experiencing that now. Petty people don't mean shit to me. Where I would hang on for dear life to people before, I easily let them go now. No more cling. I don't need you. I realize that now. I have something so much deeper and meaningful than people now: A relationship with myself that I have finally effectively cultivated and the United States Navy. Those are my loves now. Life is too short and I have a lot of living to do as well as a lot to live for. So.. Goodbye. You aren't worth it. Now go cry and lick your wounds. Not being mean. Jus' sayin.' *Kanyeshrug..
..And in case you were wondering what set me off.. Well, you guesses it, two MEN (In addition to other shitty people in my Life from the past)!! Separate occasions, but I can't do it. Not anymore. One was an ex that wanted to get mad at me when he was clearly at fault. How am I NOT supposed to get mad when you fall asleep instead of coming over?? You knew you were scheduled to come over and what do you do? Fall asleep! And he wants to get pissy, bitchy when I cop an attitude. Honey, I can do that! I didn't fall asleep!
And another guy, who was rebounding hard as HELL with me, got mad at me when I called him out about it on Facebook. I tell you, never piss in a Leo's corn flakes! They get angry and curl up on the floor in the fetal position with their thumbs in their mouths like a lil kitten bitch. And that's when you step the fuck over them and keep on walkin'. I ain' gots tha time fa this! I swear I don't. Not today!
Whew! Okay.. I'm back down to earth again. Toodles! Lol;)
~Sailor Taylor
Thursday, June 3, 2010
LordHaveMercyKellyClarksonEddieMurphy!!!
Oh. My. God.
OHMYGOD!! Just as SOON as my shin finally starts feeling better (oh thank you Lord!) and I am no longer freaking out that I have broken it and will get medically discharged from the Navy, guess what happens? My damn wisdom teeth start kicking my Black ass with a vengeance! Can I NOT be in pain somewhere on my body for once in my life? Please??..
I know. I'm being dramatic again, but still! This shit huuuuuurts.
My wisdom teeth have been scratching at my gums since I was about 17. They only recently started to grow and actually come in and it's always been like one at a time. But now the last two teeth in the back of my head have BOTH decided to come on in.
Y'all, I am in so much pain I wanna hurt somebody. Or have someone hurt me! Like I am in so much pain I am seriously thinking a punch in my jaw would be better. I can pull off the puffy face look, ya know?? Really, I can..
But I have tried everything from sore mouth/ throat spray, Ora Gel, 800-1,000 mg of Advil (they say it's a muscle relaxer), to even a Loratab a friend gave me(Dontyoujudgeme!). But if you were in pain like this with no outlet, you would start thinking crazy and getting creative with shit too.
But this is affecting my eating, sleeping, and functioning. I literally cannot close my mouth because of the swelling. So I keep my tongue spread out between my two rows of teeth to act as a cushion and buffer. I sleep w/ my mouth open and drool all over my pillows:( And I am suffering from a constant headache/neck ache due to this. I cannot stand having head and mouth pains, y'all!
But beforehand, I would simply use some toothache gel and that would be enough. But I have never had two teeth come in at once. This pain is surreal. And get this: they are coming in crooked and damn near out my cheeks. That's right. I have too many teeth for my small mouth.
SHIIIIIIT.
And, also, I would simply hit up my nurse friend for pain killers and/ or mini medical advice. But, sadly, he's gone off to Kosovo with the Army because once a month he was also a combat medic. They finally called him up:( And with him went my golden ticket to oral comforts.
But, thanks to a friend on Facebook who read my status lamenting my dental pain(thanks, Pope!), I will be getting my ass up at 5:45am tomorrow morning to make my way to the free clinic downtown. The Church Health Center's clinic starts seeing people at 6:30am in order to set up appointments for later that day. They have a great community outreach program for the homeless and working uninsured who need medical help. And I thank God for them. Because I'll be damned if I go out like King Tut with sepsis of the blood! No, ma'am. Fuck that.
Do y'all see that SHIT?!
But hopefully these nice, kind people can hook me up with some pain killers.. Or some pliers, a hammer and an ice pick. Either one will do:)
*Oh, and for those of you all who have no idea what my title means or relates to, Youtube (yes, it is a verb now) B.Scott. Or, rather, loveBScott. It's something he yells out in times of great peril, lol. Kinda like the peril I am in now, but I love him..
He so purrty!
Alright, Saints! Pray for me. I really, really need it:( Thanks.
~Sailor Taylor
OHMYGOD!! Just as SOON as my shin finally starts feeling better (oh thank you Lord!) and I am no longer freaking out that I have broken it and will get medically discharged from the Navy, guess what happens? My damn wisdom teeth start kicking my Black ass with a vengeance! Can I NOT be in pain somewhere on my body for once in my life? Please??..
I know. I'm being dramatic again, but still! This shit huuuuuurts.
My wisdom teeth have been scratching at my gums since I was about 17. They only recently started to grow and actually come in and it's always been like one at a time. But now the last two teeth in the back of my head have BOTH decided to come on in.
Y'all, I am in so much pain I wanna hurt somebody. Or have someone hurt me! Like I am in so much pain I am seriously thinking a punch in my jaw would be better. I can pull off the puffy face look, ya know?? Really, I can..
But I have tried everything from sore mouth/ throat spray, Ora Gel, 800-1,000 mg of Advil (they say it's a muscle relaxer), to even a Loratab a friend gave me(Dontyoujudgeme!). But if you were in pain like this with no outlet, you would start thinking crazy and getting creative with shit too.
But this is affecting my eating, sleeping, and functioning. I literally cannot close my mouth because of the swelling. So I keep my tongue spread out between my two rows of teeth to act as a cushion and buffer. I sleep w/ my mouth open and drool all over my pillows:( And I am suffering from a constant headache/neck ache due to this. I cannot stand having head and mouth pains, y'all!
But beforehand, I would simply use some toothache gel and that would be enough. But I have never had two teeth come in at once. This pain is surreal. And get this: they are coming in crooked and damn near out my cheeks. That's right. I have too many teeth for my small mouth.
SHIIIIIIT.
And, also, I would simply hit up my nurse friend for pain killers and/ or mini medical advice. But, sadly, he's gone off to Kosovo with the Army because once a month he was also a combat medic. They finally called him up:( And with him went my golden ticket to oral comforts.
But, thanks to a friend on Facebook who read my status lamenting my dental pain(thanks, Pope!), I will be getting my ass up at 5:45am tomorrow morning to make my way to the free clinic downtown. The Church Health Center's clinic starts seeing people at 6:30am in order to set up appointments for later that day. They have a great community outreach program for the homeless and working uninsured who need medical help. And I thank God for them. Because I'll be damned if I go out like King Tut with sepsis of the blood! No, ma'am. Fuck that.
Do y'all see that SHIT?!
But hopefully these nice, kind people can hook me up with some pain killers.. Or some pliers, a hammer and an ice pick. Either one will do:)
*Oh, and for those of you all who have no idea what my title means or relates to, Youtube (yes, it is a verb now) B.Scott. Or, rather, loveBScott. It's something he yells out in times of great peril, lol. Kinda like the peril I am in now, but I love him..
He so purrty!
Alright, Saints! Pray for me. I really, really need it:( Thanks.
~Sailor Taylor
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Today
Today two of my Future Sailors/ Shipmates left for The Hotel. This is the last night they will sleep in Memphis before going to bootcamp and officially becoming a part of the US Navy.
And I couldn't be more jealous. I wanna go toooooooooo! Eh. In due time, I guess:( But I digress...
...Hm...
"Digress."
I actually hate that world, ya know? Digress. Ugh. Like, it's such a tight ass word that only up tight bloggers and writers use. We get it. You can compose coherent sentences.. Or at least use the hell out of shift+F7.. Heh-heh>;) *Evil laugh..*
Oh drat! Look at me digressing again! I need to stop..
Anywho! The day before someone ships out to bootcamp they are put up in a hotel next to the airport by the respective branch they are joining/ the government. I'm guessing they do this in order to assure everyone is where they need to be and won't turn into a deserter right before they ship out. That's understandable because people bitch out right before it is time to go, run away, and don't show back up again. It's happened before. People go to the airport and disappear into thin air. Way to dry rape Uncle Sam, huh? How's THAT for role reversal?!
Anyway, "going to The Hotel" is notorious for people getting buck wild and fuckin' right before they ship out. I've heard stories. But young military perspectives are also put up in The Hotel before they take the ASVAB and get processed and sworn into the military. It's another precaution the military takes to ensure their investment in you is well protected. But I guess it can also be seen as relaxing, relating, and reflecting right before drill sergeants get all in your ass for at least the next 9 weeks. I can see that lol.
I personally have not experienced "The Hotel" because the two times I had the opportunity to go I had to work late that night and you have to be in your room, in your bed(although no one ever really sleeps that night because of all the shenanigans taking place) by 2200. Or 10pm for all you civilians:) My old recruiter(before he moved to Cali) told me to just sneak into the hotel and my room after I got off work but the airport is so far from where I stay(it's on the other side of town) and MEPS(where everything takes place) is literally 2 miles away from me, tops. So I simply got my ass out the bed at 0600 and drove down to MEPS. I was scheduled to go to MEPS to take the DLAB and to get sworn in, but I missed both of those occasions:( It would have been nice to experience it and bunk in a room with virtually a complete stranger. You know, to get used to that bootcamp feel of sleeping with strangers, lol. But oh well. I will get to do all that August 16th, the night before I leave Memphis as a civilian and one day return a Sailor:)
But I congratulate my Shipmates, a male and female, and all those to go to bootcamp before me in these next few weeks and months. It brings into perspective the fact that I am not too far behind them. But by the time I get to bootcamp they will have graduated and gone to their respective A Schools, he to SEALS training and her to Master of Arms school. But it's a constant cycle within the military. Everyone is on their own time limits and paths. So I'm right on time..
I have exactly 11 weeks until I go to bootcamp, or 2 months and 3 weeks. Lord, help me make it! In the meantime, will be hittin' this gym(my shin is feeling a lot better!) and studying to keep myself occupied until then, amongst other things. So leggo! Lol.
~Sailor Taylor
And I couldn't be more jealous. I wanna go toooooooooo! Eh. In due time, I guess:( But I digress...
...Hm...
"Digress."
I actually hate that world, ya know? Digress. Ugh. Like, it's such a tight ass word that only up tight bloggers and writers use. We get it. You can compose coherent sentences.. Or at least use the hell out of shift+F7.. Heh-heh>;) *Evil laugh..*
Oh drat! Look at me digressing again! I need to stop..
Anywho! The day before someone ships out to bootcamp they are put up in a hotel next to the airport by the respective branch they are joining/ the government. I'm guessing they do this in order to assure everyone is where they need to be and won't turn into a deserter right before they ship out. That's understandable because people bitch out right before it is time to go, run away, and don't show back up again. It's happened before. People go to the airport and disappear into thin air. Way to dry rape Uncle Sam, huh? How's THAT for role reversal?!
Anyway, "going to The Hotel" is notorious for people getting buck wild and fuckin' right before they ship out. I've heard stories. But young military perspectives are also put up in The Hotel before they take the ASVAB and get processed and sworn into the military. It's another precaution the military takes to ensure their investment in you is well protected. But I guess it can also be seen as relaxing, relating, and reflecting right before drill sergeants get all in your ass for at least the next 9 weeks. I can see that lol.
I personally have not experienced "The Hotel" because the two times I had the opportunity to go I had to work late that night and you have to be in your room, in your bed(although no one ever really sleeps that night because of all the shenanigans taking place) by 2200. Or 10pm for all you civilians:) My old recruiter(before he moved to Cali) told me to just sneak into the hotel and my room after I got off work but the airport is so far from where I stay(it's on the other side of town) and MEPS(where everything takes place) is literally 2 miles away from me, tops. So I simply got my ass out the bed at 0600 and drove down to MEPS. I was scheduled to go to MEPS to take the DLAB and to get sworn in, but I missed both of those occasions:( It would have been nice to experience it and bunk in a room with virtually a complete stranger. You know, to get used to that bootcamp feel of sleeping with strangers, lol. But oh well. I will get to do all that August 16th, the night before I leave Memphis as a civilian and one day return a Sailor:)
But I congratulate my Shipmates, a male and female, and all those to go to bootcamp before me in these next few weeks and months. It brings into perspective the fact that I am not too far behind them. But by the time I get to bootcamp they will have graduated and gone to their respective A Schools, he to SEALS training and her to Master of Arms school. But it's a constant cycle within the military. Everyone is on their own time limits and paths. So I'm right on time..
I have exactly 11 weeks until I go to bootcamp, or 2 months and 3 weeks. Lord, help me make it! In the meantime, will be hittin' this gym(my shin is feeling a lot better!) and studying to keep myself occupied until then, amongst other things. So leggo! Lol.
~Sailor Taylor
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