How's Your Heart?

My friend that I met in basic knows basically everything there is to know about me that is important.  Even better, she knows what questions to ask. The one that means the most to me is, "how's your heart?"

Well, I want to tell you how my heart is...If you've been following me since I first began blogging, you know I've got this whole tragic unloved story in which I got left high and dry after making a huge life decision based on another person. It caused the walls of my perfect little world to crash around me and forced me to change my plans, my life, and my attitude. 

Sometimes, the sadness comes creeping into my heart and I can feel all the bad stuff trying to put a damper on the good, but who doesn't have those days every now and then? Lately, I've been doing my best to keep my head up and drive on. Honestly, it has been a lot easier than I anticipated. It's not that I forgot about the bad parts. How do you forget about your broken heart? You don't. But I've learned over  time, that the best way to be happy, is to be happy. So how's my heart? My heart is well. It feels better and better every day, and I think it's just going to keep on getting better, even when that bad stuff happens...at least I really hope so. 

Basically Awesome

It's time for another post about basic training! Yay!

I didn't love basic training exactly, but there were quite a few things about it that I really enjoyed. I already told you about my favorite training events, but there were quite a few other things about it that I really liked. 

Chow. 

I loooved chow. Well, I loved it when we ate in the chow hall (DFAC).  We would spend the week out on the range eating hot A's for breakfast which was a nightmare. Hot A's was basically chow hall food they put in mermites that you have to eat on the ground without ketchup or sugar. You spill and dirt gets in your food. Sometimes, our hands would be so cold that it wouldn't even be possible to eat...One time it was so windy, bread was flying all over the place. You can bet your bottom dollar that I still ate it... Needless to say, when we got to sit in the chow hall and have our ten minutes to eat, I was pleased as punch. Of course, anything was better than Jimmy Deans, but after you got used to eating this

 It was pretty dang nice to eat something that didn't come prepackaged. And believe it or not, that picture is of one of the better tasting ones!

My Battle Buddy. 

Ignore the fact that my beret is for serious...ate up. I need to fix that thing...

Most of the time, I don't make fast friends.  I am not that lucky girl that meets someone and instantly clicks with them. Well, I was this time. My bunkmate in basic is someone who I will never forget and I hope that I always talk to her. We had some of the best talks while pulling a fireguard shift or sitting around waiting for our turn to go do something. She helped me through a lot of things while I was in basic whether she knows it or not. I was so lucky to have her and I hope that we are friends for the rest of our lives. 

Ignore the fact that my beret is for serious...ate up. I need to fix that thing...

Sunday

Oh Sunday was lovely. It was a chance to relax and go to church. Sometimes I almost forgot where I was on Sundays. We got to leave our weapons locked up. That was probably the very best thing about it. It was so nice to not have to take that thing to chow. We also got to eat chow in the DFAC for all three meals on Sundays. 

Honestly, basic really had a lot of upsides to it. By the time I was finished, I felt like I had a lot of really positive things to say about it. Sure it was as physically or mentally challenging as I expected it to be, but it was a good experience that I was lucky to have for certain. 

Sunday Social [Favorite Things Edition]

Ahhh! It's the Sunday Social! It has been so long since I have done this. I'm too excited right now!

If you want to join in, head on over to Neely's or Ashley's blogs to link up!

1. Four favorite things to do on the weekend.

Watch Netflix.

Chillax at the PX and eat some real food. 

See my bestie from Basic. 

Look at my civilian clothes and miss them...

2. Four favorite things about your best friend.

I love that I can talk to them about anything.

I can be completely honest with them. 

I never have to worry about them judging me. 

I can count on them to have my back when no one else does.  

3. Four things you'd do with $100,000.

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Pay for my entire college education...

Buy a brand new car that will never break down on me. 

Save it (yeah I know, I'm kind of boring...)

Buy my family...most of a new house. 

4. Four favorite books you've read.

Harry Potter (don't judge  me...)

To Kill A Mockingbird

Of Mice and Men

Winnie The Pooh (again...don't judge me!)

5. Four favorite snack foods. 

oh good heavens...what would I give for snack foods. 

Beef Jerky

Sunflower Seeds

Tortilla Chips with Bean Dip

Licorice

6. Four things you must do daily

Brush my teeth (believe it or not...lots of people don't do this!)

Play my favorite songs. 

Sweep my room (it never stays clean!)

Look at my civilian clothes and miss them. (did I say that already?!)

Calling experienced bloggers!

I'm considering doing something crazy!

I am thinking about a blog make over. And not just a new look, but a completely new blog. A name change an everything. In fact, I might leave this blog up, and just start a whole new one altogether. I'm a little bit hesitant to do so though. I've already built such a great following with this blog and I'm not sure if I want to start from scratch. 

Although I know a whole lot more about blogging now and it wouldn't have to go through quite so many growing pains, I'm not sure if it's worth losing the following.

As experienced bloggers, what do you think? 

Should I just change my blog name and design, or start up a whole new blog entirely and start from square one again? What are the pros and cons of each? Help me!!

Imma Stressed Mess!

Please, blog, forgive me for this neglect.

On Saturday, I was put in a position of leadership: Platoon Guide. I am now responsible for 59 soldiers. 59 new soldiers who all think that they know everything and beyond. It is so very frustrating and it's taking up all of my free time. In fact, this is the first time I've gotten my lap top out since I was put in this position. Really, I should be folding my socks...I had my first opportunity in days yesterday to do laundry, but of course, I didn't have time to fold it.

On top of that, my wall locker is a disaster. I straightened it up over the weekend and it's a big old mess again! It's so hard to keep it neat when you only have enough time to toss your dirty PTs in the laundry bag, change, slick the hair, and run to formation. Being in a leadership position, I've been making a special effort to be extra early to formation...It's annoying and giving me far less time to do everything.

The food here is not nearly as good as it was in Ft. Sill, but I am allowed to have on of these Nutri-grain bars at a time in my room...They aren't really enough to hold me over until the next chow, but it's something. It more than I had in basic, that's for sure! I'm really growing to like these bars.

Unfortunately, this weekend I won't get the change to go and get some real food due to this little thing the Army likes to call, "mass punishment".  DEFAC all weekend :P

I don't know what it is about food and me, but my wold seems to revolve around chow time, so I think about food...all the time. It's only natural that it would appear in my first blog post in a century.

Well, It looks like it's about my bed time (2020...ha, never thought I'd see the day I would say that!) so, I'll leave you all with this.








I'm working really hard to look on the bright side. I've passed all of my tests with over 90% and I'm in the running for honor graduate. I'm working really hard and continually putting my best foot forward. Being the PG is very challenging and very rewarding at the same time. Hopefully it will get better with time, or maybe it will just give me a lot of experience on how to deal with people who want to do your job for you...