| My 2005 |
[Jan. 17th, 2006|12:14 am] |
If you read back to my My2004 entry, I say that 2005 is the year where I put up or shut up. I either become successfull, or my life is pretty much fucked. I
expected big things for 2005, and I'm happy to say it delivered in every way possible.
I entered boot camp in March. It came and went, I won't lie, it was a blast. It sucks, but you make it fun. That being said, I did some really stupid stuff
that I really, really regret, but let's skip ahead that part.
After boot camp I arrived at Corry Station in Pensacola Florida. Blah blah blah, Shana came to see me a couple times, and then something about we got
engaged and then married.
Huh? What the fuck? Yeah you heard me son. Married. Jagged edge style.
Hard to beleive huh? Well, the situation came up when we discussed what would happen if I got orders to Japan or Hawaii or some far off place. We
talked...and it seemed to make sense. So after emptying my bank account to buy a ring, I waited until she came down here with Jacqui. It was funny because I
knew I was going to propose, I just didn't know when. I had the ring in my pocket the whole time. I almost got busted once when she felt the ring box in my
pocket and asked "whats that" and using some quick goat thinking, I said it was a candybar or something. I don't know. I just know that we were sitting on
the bed and Roy fake proposed to Jacqui with his class ring, and I was like fuck that, I can one up you. He says no, you can't, and I said roger that watch
this shit. So I whipped out the ring and BOOM! I had a fiance. In fact, this is what I wrote at the time.
In even more exciting news, me and Fathead are engaged now. We don't have a date yet but probably sometime between here and Norfolk. So she will probably
finish our school then come live with me. It's cool to be at this step. We have been throuhg a lot, and even though some stupid stuff happend before I left,
it was dumb and past all that now. I love my fathead very much and I'm a lucky guy.
After that I the next time I saw her was labor day. Roy came to Michigan with me and it was quite an adventure. One of the best parts was going to Canada and
watching him throw dollar after dollar after dollar in the slot machine. I myself won 100 bucks on blackjack. All in all it was a good weekend. Shana and I
got to spend our first full weekend together as fiance's. Even better, me and fathead got to hang out for longer than we had before since I left.
So, here comes the point where the story takes a shady turn. October 5th, I graduated A school, officially making me a CTR. Nice! In fact, I wrote this
I especially have to thank my fathead because she was very supportive and listened to me whine and complain about how nervous I was. And she dealt remarkably
well with me not being able to talk much cause of it. Go fathead! Only....what, a week or two till I come home! Then I get to take my baby to the zoo again,
just like that one time. I love you fathead, I can't wait until Norfolk.
I was off school for two weeks, meaning if I Wanted to, they would let me come home for a couple days. Unfortunatl,y due to holding company being
undermanned, I only got two days off. But a jam packed two days it was. It started with me getting there late as all hell. Then, friday morning, I went to
school with Shana which was cool because I got to meet some of her classmates. Then, after getting ready, we started a long trek to Ohio. Well, guess what
happens in Ohio? Yeah. Shana had hurt her ankle, so I had to literally carry her into the courthouse, which sucked because a) I was in my dress blues and b)
it was a long ass walk. It was funny because on the way in a bum stopped me and asked for money. I gave him five bucks, and he said "thanks brother. Hey,
wait! Your're a sailor!" I don't know. I thought it was fucking cool.
Anyway, let me just say it's waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too easy to get married in Ohio. Like, you go sign some shit, pay some money, and then go to a preacher and
poof you are married. In fact, the entire process takes less than hour! It takes longer to buy a car than to get married. Not that there is anything wrong
with being married, it's just way too easy.
This is off topic, but it seemed appropiate to mention here that Fathead and I got cell phones at this point. I don't know why I wanted to mention this, I
just thought I should say that we got shared plans and that is kind of cool. Anyway.
That being said, the ceremony thing itself was hilarious. The preacher is some fat guy with slicked back hair, the very stereotype of a cheesy preacher.
Amongst the vows were that Shana be "the sunshine in my life that makes me smile no matter what the weather" or something to that effect. It was funny
because while I think it was supposed to be serious, the two of us were cracking up laughing the whole time. But after that, sure enough, we were husband and
wife. And let me tell you, there is nothing quite like being married. It's one of those things you have to experiance to understand. Don't get me wrong it is
certainly not easy but it is definatly worth it.
Veteran's day I came home too. This was fun because it was the first time I got to get off the plane and see my wife! It was also fun because they upgraded
me to first class on the plane ride up here. Nothing better that first class baby!
Blah blah blah, I started and finished another school, and then I got to come home again, this time for 10 days! It was crazy. I won't lie to you, it's weird
to be gone for that long sometimes. At any rate, again, I was upgraded to first class. I got off the plane approximently 800000 miles away from the gate.
This kind of sucked, but after a long walk I made it and, one of my favorite parts of coming home, I came down and Shana ran and jumped on me!There was of
course the chorus of Awww's which is always fun. Anyway. That was Christmas eve.
We went to Lori's house and got some tasty things to eat. Then, we went back home and it was pretty late, so we pretty much crashed out. After that we woke
up and it was our first Christmas together!! I got her some assorted clothes and whatnot, and best of all a license plate that says Navy wife! I got some
nice stuff too including some cool Navy books, a nice shirt, and even a computer game. I really liked all the stuff I got. So that was that.
Over break we got a lot of stuff accomplished. We hung out with Boone and Amber a lot (and squashed them in every sporting event) laser tag, pool, bowling. I
won't lie to you, Shana beat my ass in bowling. She is the shit.But I am going to slowly learn to get better and beat her ass!
Anyway. We chilled for a few days and did this and that, and then we went to Kalamazoo. Well, there is a reason you say for better and for worse, but hey, we
got through it and some things just make you stronger. So whatever. After that we came back and went to Canada!
Canada was the shit. We went a little early so Shana could get ready. She got ready and we went out. It was funny to be at the club because there were some
woman there who could not dance worth a damn. She danced like a cocker spaniel with parkinsons trying to do a cross between the harlem shake and macerena.
Anyway. Let me just say this. I was very glad I was there my wife and not any of these other hoes. It's moments like that where I know I made the right
decision. Then we went to the casino where I won a lot of money, then got stupid and lost it all. Shana took 20 bucks from me, and then turned it into like
120 bucks thanks to a tip from Boone.
After that we went home. We went home, talked for a while, ate, then went to the Red Wings game. Oddly enough, I ran into the parents of a girl I knew from
back in Pensacola. It was funny as all hell, Shana was at the concesion stand and I was about 10 feet behind her, far enough it wasnt clear we were together.
Some woman, probably about 35, goes "Wow...I just love a man in uniform" Shana whipped around and I swear her head was steaming and she had flames in her
eyes! The look of pure hatred and contempt was terrifying! The lady just kind of cowered and backed away slowly. It was great.
Let me note that hockey is really fun to watch in person.
After that we went to Brad's, where I got to see a bunch of people, and then back home where we watched part of Madagascar. I won't lie, I got a little
sleepy. Anyway, the next day we went and bought Pickles! yes, Pickles the hampster that I have been plotting since I lived at Brad's is now a reality! She is
very cute. We bought her a cage, a wheel, some food and bedding too. She also got toys and some treats. I think Pickles had a better Christmas than anyone!
After that we went home, finished Madagascar, and then just hung out until it was time for me to go.
It especially sucked leaving this time because everytime I come home, it takes a while to get used to being in person again. It's hard to describe. But
because people tend to be different over the phone. So when we see each other in person, it takes some time to get used to. But we finally got used to each
other, finally worked everything out, and were finally being nice, and lo and behold I have to leave. One of the parts I don't like about the military. But
on the bright side, We now get along a lot better and fight a lot less. I think things will get progressivly easier from here. It just sucks having to start
all over again every time I see her. But hey what can you do. That's the military I guess. That being said, I love my wife very much and I get to see her in
23 days!
All that said, my 2005 was overall excellent! I accomplished a lot of things and I think I am well on the way to having a successfull life and career. I Love
my job and I love my wife very much, and what else does a guy need? I just hope my Pickles doesn't get eaten! Okay I've tried and tried and I quit. How do I
add pictures to this post? I wanted to add a picture from each time I saw her under the part I wrote about it? Does anyone know? Anyway, I love you fathead
and I can't wait to see you soon. Sorry this took so long to get up. |
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| Something I forgot to say... |
[Dec. 19th, 2005|10:54 pm] |
CONGRATULATIONS FATHEAD FOR COMPLETING YOUR FIRST SEMESTER OF RESPIRATORY THERAPY SCHOOL I'M VERY PROUD OF YOU!!!!! 5 MORE DAYS AND I'LL BE HOME!!!!!!!
Yeah, you clowns read that right. 5 days! Anyone want to do anything? I haven't seen a lot of people in a long time. Holler at me the number hasn't changed. |
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| Part 2 |
[Dec. 3rd, 2005|06:49 pm] |
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| | Ginuwine - Differences | ] |
So, earlier I promised I would write more about memories of me and Shana, so here you go.
I figure I should start with the Boone's going away bash. It was funny at first because Boone and I had to do all kinds of running around to get things ready, and then the girl at the counter didn't want to give us a room because Boone wasn't 21. He did the Boone thing and charmed her into giving us a room. But anyway, it was a lot of fun. We ate pizza...and we ate pizza. All over the place. Volpe and Anna came for a little bit and that was cool. It was funny cause we kind of had shifts. Boone and Amber would go swim or do something, while Shana and I humped, then Shana and I would swim while Boone and Amber humped.
This was all fun and games, but I was tired so I went to bed. All of the sudden, at 300am, I was awakened by Shana screeching loudly. Boone was sneaking up on me with a giant pillow!! Of course, the Navy prevailed and beat the shit out of the Marine Corps, as usual.
This leads me to anothr story. Another time the four of us went to play laser tag. This was fun because again, the Navy destroyed the Marine Corps. Shana and I were sneaking all over the place, tearing people up. It was hot fire.
So...this is some shit most people don't know about, but I think is pretty funny. Around April of 2003, somehow one night when me Boone and Will were sitting around a little(a lot) drunk, somehow or another Shana ended up coming over. That led to the most awkward and sexually tense two hours of my life. We made this agreement that we would hump one last time and that would be it. I think you can see how that one turned out. That also led to her coming over the next saturday. I was like hey, you probably shouldn't come, you know what will happen. And she was like what, we can't just be friends? That's so immature. So I was like, well, hey, she is right. She can come over and nothing bad will happen. Umm...well, not so much. But hey the idea was there! So it turned into a thing where every saturday my parents went out of town, I would call and say "hey, what are you doing?" and she would always be like "uh oh...your parents must be gone". I would get outrageously offended, but then I realized that yes, she was right, they were gone. Too funny.
One of my favorite memories is Shana's prom night. She went with some queer and I went to work. The agreement was she was going to ditch him then come see me. I got off work early, called her, and she came over. Man, did she look beautiful in her dress and her hair and make up done all pretty. I was like damn I must be doing something right to get a girl this fine to come see me. It was fun she came in, said hi to my dad, and then we left. We went to some hotel party, which led to this exchange.
Taurean: What are you drinking Hefflump?
Hefflump: Smirnoff Triple Black.
Hefflump: Haha. Hey, this is Triple Black. You are only half black!
Damn. I got fried by Hefflump. But anyway, after that we went to some other party. Actually, I think Boone and Amber were there, as well as Stubby Steve and Dean Myers, which was funny because she walked in and they both started pawing at her. So I was like ehhh....no. So we rolled out of there and went to my house. Remarkably, there is no humping involved in this story. We actually just cuddled and talked about us being a couple and whatnot. Then we went to sleep for an hour until she woke up and went to track.
I suppose I should probably write about my favorite time that me and Shana spent together. I might have written about it before, I'm not sure, but I'm going to anyway. Hey, it's my journal.
This was over labor day when me and Roy came up there. Roy was exausted so we left him to sleep at the hotel. Shana and I drove to Jackson to visit my grandparents. They loved her of course, but the best was on the way back. Like, we just cuddled in the car on the way back and talked and stuff and it was really cool. We stopped at a rest stop, and I was coming out (I was in uniform) I see some 9 year old girl nudge her younger sister and point at me and whisper "psssst......a sailor!" That was really cool. It's reasons like that remind me why I joined the Navy. Like, I don't know, I like the whole concept of a sailor and his girl. It's cool to be that guy. You may have seen that picture of a sailor kissing a nurse from World War II. She has a purse with that on it and it's fricken cool.
But anyway, I'm sick, I'm going to go to bed. I love you wife! |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 30th, 2005|12:10 am] |
So...I think I must apologize to all my loyal LJ readers. I kind of lied to you guys.
So now you are thinking "Taurean...what ever did you lie about?"
Well, I didn't so much lie as neglect to inform you that Shana and I got married on October 14th. That's almost two months now! We are still going to have a ceremony and everything in March, but we had to get legally married so the Navy will take care of her. We were going to just not tell anyone until then but...we changed our minds. And no, she is not pregnant or anything. Someday though. Then we are going to have eleven kids and one more for the Navy.
Seriously though, what can I say? This girl has been good to me for a long time. I did her wrong many times but she never gave up on me and I finally got serious about her and did the right thing. I feel really bad about all the stuff I did and I'm constatly trying to make it up to her but I think things are pretty good now and I think they will stay that way.
Anyway, I thought I would take the time to write about some stuff I never wrote about before that I should have. Pretty dumb of me not to but better late than never right? So here you go.
The first time I should mention is when I was staying at my grandma's house shortly before I left for the Navy. One night, on a spur of the moment thing, Shana came to visit me at like 11 at night. She stayed the night, we went on a tour of Kalamazoo and then she went back home. No real reason for her to come, it was just fun. So that was cool.
This is something I definatly should NOT have written about before, but because it's like two years later, I'm going to. So, it was homecoming night of Shana's senior year. She is all excited, to go, got this really cool dress, her hair did, etc... So I'm BSing around the house that night, nothing to do really, I think I had hung out with Boone maybe and tried to go to a party that got broken up. I'm not really sure. So, somehow or another, I end up at Tatum's house. A bunch of people are there, blah blah blah, then Tatum and Julie end up going somewhere else. So I'm stuck with nothing to do at like 3 am. Somehow, I get a sneaky little plan to call Shana. Apparently, she was at some kid's house with nothing to do either. So I invite her over. I must say, she certainly did look beautiful that night and had a really nice dress on. We sat around for a while and I heard about her night. Then we cuddled and talked for a while and then I think I stole her cell phone and ran upstairs. I think you know where this story is going. But we had a lot of fun. It's funny, if you look in her journal, it says "I went out for a while to a party, then I went out a little more and then I went home." Too funny. But it was a good time and I was glad I got to see her in her dress looking all extra good. So that was fun.
So it was May of 2004. I really liked Shana, but she was dating this queer boy and I didn't like that one bit. I knew he had to go, I just didn't know how. But then it hit me. A long time ago, Shana had mentioned she really wanted to go to the zoo. So I came up with this sneaky sneaky scheme where I told her I had a word starting with a P and ending in R. I of course would not tell her this word. So, eventually I tell her to meet me and work and she will find out. Wrong! All she found out was that I was going to pick her up from school and she could know then.
So...I pick her up and we start driving. She notices we are going towards Royal Oak. I could see the wheels turning in her head. She asks and I tell her we are going to my work to pick up a check. She buys this until...we drive into the zoo! Somehow we snuck in and didn't have to pay. It was really cool though. I saw this squirrel in the lion den, which was bad enough, but made worse by the fact I saw the lion crouched down preparing to pounce! Another highlite was the penguinarium. Fathead loves penguins of course, so we spent a lot of time there. I swear penguins are like cross country runners, they just go in circles for hours and hours and hours. But it was fun. The hippoes were cool too. I threatened to throw Shana in to get eaten by the hippos but for some reason she did not like that idea. I can't imagine why. After that we went to Coney Island and I bought her cheese fries. Awww...I'm so nice.
Even better than all of the above was the time we went to go get our tounges pierced. I don't even know how that happend, but somehow me Jacqui and Yoyo talked Shana into getting her tounge pierced at the same time as me. This seemed like a good idea for some reason, even though I was leaving for the Navy in like 2 months. Anyway, we showed up at the place and found our lady. Blah blah blah, I'm up. Now, the thing you have to remember is I had my tongue pierced before that but had taken it out in July, Nonetheless, I still had scar tissue there and I still do to this day. I think you know where this story is going too. The first time I got it pierced it didn't hurt that much, so that is what I expected this time. WRONG! Holy shit that might be the worst pain I've ever felt in my life. In fact, I passed out. Cold. Luckily Shana and Jacqui got me some orange juice and I recovered. But can you imagine having to get your tongue pierced right after seeing that? But she took it like...well not quite like a champ but you know what I mean. Then we went back to Brad's and ate Mac and Cheese cause that's all our poor little mouths could take. But hey it was worth it.
And let's not forget Halloween. Which time? Both times! The first time was my senior year. We had just started dating, and we decided it would be a good idea to go trick or treaitng in this rich ass neighborhood. Great! Sounds fun, even more so when you consider I was dressed as a giant pumpkin and Shana was dressed as...a cow. Not just any cow. A dairy cow, complete with udder. But she came over in the pumpkin outfit, which is funny because my sister still calls her pumpkin girl to this day. And you know, thinking of it, that's her sister too. Too funny.
Speaking of her, in 2004, we went trick or treating again, except for two things. This time, I was the cow and Shana was the pumpkin. Man, that cow suit made my ass look *amazing*. But anyway, we went around getting all kinds of goodies. This time we had a justification because my little sister was with us. It was kind of scary though because we rolled up to this one house and this dude was there looking like Michael Myers. I almost soiled myself and I have never, ever seen Shana run that fast and I probably never will again. After that we went home and the three of us traded candy and hung out for a while. This reminds me of a time when Fathead brought over some dinner cause she didn't eat that night. Me her and my sister were sitting in my room when she pulls out her Wendy's bag. My sis gets wide eyed and says "Pumpkin girl whats in the bag?" Fathead says "Cheeseburgers" to which Tati replies "Ohhh....I like cheeseburgers!" So then poor Shana had to take turns feeding bites of cheeseburger to me and my sister. Haha too funny! Those were the days. Remember the flying game fathead? I know you like to watch me play my game.
Well that is all for now. I have some more stuff to write about like New Years, Prom, Lasertag and Boone's last night. I love you wife! |
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[Nov. 22nd, 2005|06:32 pm] |
So...tommorrow I get to see my family for the first time since Boot camp. That's always a plus. I really miss my sister, I bet she is even bigger now.
Congratulations fathead for doing well on yet another test. I am very proud of you and I'm sure you did well on your other ones too. Standby for the mailman one of these days.
Also, standby for our own house. That's right, bitches. Me and Shana will have our own house. For free. Master P would say unnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I love you baby good job on everything. |
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[Nov. 20th, 2005|08:55 pm] |
Grrr....I just wrote this long fucking post and it got erased. Damnit.
Oh well. I'll just cut some shit out and write again.
Shana is almost 25% done with respiratory therapy school. That's exciting. Not that much longer and she will be making me lots of money...I mean, starting out a great career!
Some good news about Norfolk. When I get there, me and Shana will have an apartment right away. It will be pretty cool. She won't be able to live there full time, but eventually she will. It will be cool though because when she has breaks from school she will be able to come stay. That's exciting.
Also, I'm about done with my second school. So one school left and I'm out this piece! Yeaaaaaaaaaaah!
I love you fathead! |
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| Standing Tall and Talented |
[Nov. 17th, 2005|09:43 pm] |
So....I'm here for the gangbang.
Not much is up on the Navy front. Just going through different schools. The one I'm in now is fucking cool. I'm going to my ship in March and we are going to deploy soon after. Our deployment schedule is the shit like none other. I'll be going to some cool ass places. I can't wait to get there.
Even better, me and fathead will be married by then so we can get an apartment. So even though she won't be able to live there permanently until she finishes school, she'll still be able to come and live there when she can. So that will be fun. I dunno. Me and her have been through some shit. But I'm glad everything is working out now.
FATHEAD! I LOVE YOU! GOOD LUCK ON YOUR TESTS TOMORROW I'M SURE YOU WILL DO GREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Time to take a shower and go to bed. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 15th, 2005|09:36 pm] |
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And I can't make it on my own...(and I can't make it on my own) cause my heart is in Ohio.....
So...ever have one of those weekends you just can't describe? This is definiatly that weekend.
But you know what? It's okay. Ask me why.
Reader: Taurean, why is that okay?
I'll tell you why. Because me and my fathead...well, don't worry about the details. Just worry that she is amazing and we are gonna be that old wrinkly couple you see on the beach. I just can't wait to be married. That will make things a lot easier than they are now. But not till March.
Happy sweetet day baby you are the best! |
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| My fathead is the best fathead |
[Oct. 2nd, 2005|01:39 am] |
So...guess who passed their comp(final exam)? This guy! Come Wednesday I will officially be CTRSR Tyler. Woooooooooo! It seems like I just started. The final was remarkably easy compared to how hard the school was.
I especially have to thank my fathead because she was very supportive and listened to me whine and complain about how nervous I was. And she dealt remarkably well with me not being able to talk much cause of it. Go fathead! Only....what, a week or two till I come home! Then I get to take my baby to the zoo again, just like that one time. I love you fathead, I can't wait until Norfolk. |
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| Hooyah Lions |
[Sep. 11th, 2005|06:19 pm] |
Hey! The Lions won a game. Maybe a miracle will happen and they will win two. You never know.
So this last weekend I came home. It was hot shit. I came with my roomate, Roy, who had only been outside of Texas twice. I figured I should show him around the country a little.
So, of course we wore our whites on the plane. There a few things cooler than walking around an airport in dress whites. In fact, on the plane, the stewardess offered to comp us drinks, which would have been great except for the fact she also wanted to see our ID's. Damnit.
Anyway, so we got to Detroit and the fun began.
After going to Boone's for a tasty homecooked dinner, we then went home to get ready, then rounded up Boone and Amber again. So we get to Canada, and it's hype. After getting settled, the first thing we do is go to Bentley's and proceed to commence binge drinking. It was hype. Apparently, I drink like a bitch. This is an accusation I cannot deny. Roy proceeded to polish off things like four horsemen and boilermakers while I drink blue hawaiians and other fruity type drinks. Let me say this, it's amazing how fast you can burn through 100 bucks at the bar. But that's why they make casinos.
So afterwards, Roy Shana and I go to the casino. It was on. I think Shana must have been my good luck charm because I was kicking the black jack dealers ass. It was fun to have her there with me because I have never been to canada with her before. But let me tell you, nothing is funnier than seeing a depressed texan force feeding his money into the slot machine, hoping to recover. Oh man it was great.
Sunday was pretty cool too. We went to Waterford to eat at BWW's with Beef Bum Blake and Boless. Quite a combination to say the least. This trip was highlited by me raiding Beef's refrigerator just like the old days, as well as Trusty molesting the hell out of me, again, just like the old days. How bout that trusty pleaser?
Monday was an even better day. Roy was exausted so he slept while Shana and I went to go eat lunch with my grandparents. They really liked Shana so that was good. But the car ride back was probably the best part. I think it was probably the most fun I've ever had with my fathead. No one thing really in particular. Sort of a "bonding moment" if you will.
It was sad when I had to leave though. I can't lie, I'm somewhat of a crier. So of course I was doing the whole cry thing at the airport, and then some very nice lady told us that fathead could get a pass to come to the gate with me. Luckily, they let her do that. Very kind of the lady. So it was sad and then I had to get on my plane and come home. But luckily I get to come home for approximently a week in October so I will get to see my fathead more. Hopefully I can see everyone else more that week also. I love my fathead very much, even if she smells like a sea turtle.
So in summary, I had a lot of fun with my fathead and I can't wait to see her again. Also, it was cool to see everyone I haven't seen in a long time. Especially Boone and Cota. I can't wait to come back home, it will be hype. Except maybe this time fathead can win money at the casino too. |
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| Well this kind of sucks |
[Aug. 18th, 2005|03:14 pm] |
I just found out that it's most likely I will be here in Pensacola until March first. Not that it sucks here, it is just kind of old. I want to go to my ship! I can't wait to go see Europe and hopefully South America and Africa if I'm lucky.
I've got to admit, the whole going on a ship thing is kind of scary. Especially a cruiser which, should we ever get into a battle (more likely than you think), would be one of the ships all up in the action. It's pretty cool in that my job is the ships first line of defense.
But you know what will suck? Turning 21 while I'm here. Oh well. By going to the two schools I have, I'm eligible for like 30000 dollar reenlistment bonuses.
But I have to go get ready for school.
I love my fathead! |
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| Somedays, you just can't get rid of a bomb |
[Aug. 13th, 2005|05:59 pm] |
In exciting news, I finally got my orders. I'm going to Norfolk, Virginia on the USS Monterey (CG-61). It's a Ticonderoga class guided missle cruiser. Very cool. I'll be here in Pensacola until around January or February then I'm headed to Norfolk. I really wanted to go to San Diego or Hawaii but I didn't have those options. I could have chosen Japan, but I really wanted to go on a ship so it was the Monterey or bust. Why would I want to go on a ship? It's almost like I'm in the Navy or something.
In even more exciting news, me and Fathead are engaged now. We don't have a date yet but probably sometime between here and Norfolk. So she will probably finish our school then come live with me. It's cool to be at this step. We have been throuhg a lot, and even though some stupid stuff happend before I left, it was dumb and past all that now. I love my fathead very much and I'm a lucky guy.
But it's time to go eat. Holler at your boy.
Oh shit, I forgot. I'm coming home Sept 3 through 6. Can we say Canada woot woot. I might even have another sailor or two with me. Ladies claim your sailor while you can! |
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[Jul. 17th, 2005|08:38 pm] |
You know, I am really drawing a blank right now. I promised my fathead I'd write a post about her, but it's like what am I supposed to say, or talk about? If I said we had been through a lot it would be an understatement. But hey it happens. Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? So it's safe to say at this point we are pretty much unbreakable.
A lot can be said about the Navy, but one thing for sure is that it lets you know who your real friends are. I won't name names, but let me just say a lot of people are the definition of fair weather friend. Don't write don't call...nothing. Roger that. You clowns probably know who are you. But through it all there is one person I can say who has always been there without fail.
I'll be honest with you. A lot of the stuff we have done to each other was pretty horrible. But all that shit is secure. Like, I am now 100% committed to not fucking up and treating her nice. And so is she. Ever since we did that things have been outstanding and I know they will continue to be. I'm very lucky to have Shana and I absolutly cannot wait to see her in a few days. |
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| Hoo-yah Florida |
[Jun. 14th, 2005|09:01 pm] |
So far Florida is freakin awesome. I go to the beach on the weekend...get to live and eat for free...I start school tomorrow...and best of all I get paid for this. The only downside is in 4 to 10 months I'll be required to go risk my life on a semi frequent basis. Especially if I'm on a submarine like I want to be. Even more if and when we go to war with North Korea. But what can you do.
At any rate, things have been going well with Shana lately. Even if she smells like a gopher, she is still my fathead and its okay. If you are now saying oh geez, not these two again, or man, what a bad idea, I'd like to extend a hearty fuck you. If not, my apoligies. At any rate, yeah, we've had our battles and said some less than friendly things to and about each other, but all that shit is in the past. Hopefully she will be coming to visit me next weekend. I'm excited like none other. Like I said, we may have had our battles, but if nothing else, on some level, it was because we cared. Bootcamp does some crazy shit to you, amongst it making you realize what's really important and who really cares. So if you don't like it, I don't care, you don't and can't understand. I mean, I met this chick when I was like 17. There is obviously some sort of connection there. So I don't know. I love my fathead and that's that. In fact, we are going to have 11 kids. My own football team.
Oddly enough she is going to be a CRT and I'm going to be a CTR. My job is cooler cause I get to know all kinds of top secret information that I can't talk about and go to all sorts of exotic places, but hers pays more. Kind of a toss up I guess. It's cool to see her being all motivated and even going to school in the summer. Makes me all proud and shit.
Outstanding on my room inspection today. That means we got a perfect score, and we won't get any random inspections for a week. I'm turning into a top notch sailor. Not there yet but hopefully I'll be there soon.
Oh, I got my phone back so feel free to holler at me. It's really cool to hear from everyone and how everything is going. 586 610 2783 if you forgot.
I wish I could put into words what it's like to be in the Navy. Like, I know when I joined I wasn't about all that patriotic shit and all about the benefits but that all changed. The benefits are still nice but they could cut my pay in half and I'd still do this. Like I take pride everytime I put that uniform on. I always get the feeling of "man, they let *ME* wear this?". How many people can say they get to wear the cloth of the nation? Like everytime I look at a flag, its like you know, people died for that shit. This uniform I'm wearing...people died for this. And now I get to wear it. It's a feeling of pride like none other.
I'll go waxing on later. Anyways, I miss you sweettart and I hope I get to see you soon. |
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| I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack. |
[May. 29th, 2005|04:53 pm] |
So I just wrote this big long I'm back post and it got deleted. I'll summerize.
1) Boot camp was the best experience of my life. If you are doing poorly in school or need some direction in your life or just want to do some cool ass shit, I highly recommend it.
2) I'm a different person now. I realize I was cocky and somewhat full of myself before I left, but all that is secure. I am but a humble Sailor now. Instead of thinking I know everything, I now think I know nothing.
3) I'm now in Pensacola, Florida and it's bad ass.
4) Any questions you have about boot camp or the Navy, just leave a post.
5) Shana is coming to visit me soon and I can't wait to see her again. |
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| Calling all cars, calling all cars, Taurean's letter is in the Hiz-ouse |
[Apr. 14th, 2005|04:57 pm] |
Taurean wrote me a letter and it says the following. "I love you, take me in your arms and never let go." In a perfect world it would say that, but in reality it didn't, so I'm pretty bumed out about the whole mess. Ok, this is what it really said.
Imagine Taurean's face right now, so that makes it twice as funny.
"I'm doing well and having fun," he says, "My division calls me Deeboo, like in Friday." Haha he then says, "We heard Johnny Cocran died. That kind of sucks."
Please write the man and make him feel loved by everyone. |
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| I smell pens and paper, here. |
[Apr. 8th, 2005|08:03 pm] |
Taurean's bootcamp address is parked below. He wanted people to write letters to show their love and support.
SR Tyler Taurean, N.
Div: 926 Ship: 04
Recruit Training Command
3301 Indiana Street
Great Lakes, IL, 60088-3127 |
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| I'm at the hotel |
[Mar. 22nd, 2005|05:50 pm] |
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I'd really like to update, but I lack the desire. I just want to say that it's been more than a pleasure meeting and knowing everyone, and not to get all sappy, but I'm truly lucky to have all you guys as friends. This is like the 7th time I've almost gotten misty eyed today. What can you do. Anyways. Buffalo Wild Wings at like 730. Maybe I'll write more later if I can. |
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| Couldn't afford to buy his daughter a car so he named her Alexis. |
[Mar. 16th, 2005|03:41 am] |
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| | Counting Crows - A Long December | ] |
While cleaning out my car, I found my Counting Crows cd. Always a pleasant suprise.
So today I went on an IMing spree so bad you'd have thought I was drunk. I'm sure Volpe can attest to this. The worst part being it was 4:00pm and I had not come close to even thinking about alcohol.
I get to see my sister tomorrow! I miss my fat kid.
This promises to be the most non-sensical post ever written.
I always feel bad when Pops is up to go to work, and I'm still awake.
This weekend in Kalamazoo promises to be fun, although I have to be wary of a certain someone trying to take advantage of me. You know who you are.
8 days! And after looking at my enlistment papers, it may be sooner, quite possibly Tuesday or Wednesday. I have to call my recruiter.
I still need to make my LJ blowout post. It promises to be sweet. Full of secret crushes...juicy gossip, parting thoughts, the list is endless.
Isn't it funny how someone can be a good influence on one person, but a bad influence on another?
I have this nagging feeling I'm going to be saying a lot of goodbyes soon. Probably because I'll be saying a lot of goodbyes soon. It's weird to think that this is the last time I will be in Michigan for probably 6 to 8 months. Enough people read this that at least one of you should come visit me once I get to job school. It's in Florida. It can't be that bad.
I absolutly cannot wait to leave. Soooooo close yet so far it seems like. I think once I am in, I'll have no choice but to get a tattoo of some sort. Probably on my back. I'm not quite sure what though.
It's almost time to say goodbye to my tongue ring. Tear. I may have already elaborated but why is it called a tongue ring when it's clearly not a ring? Same goes for eyebrow and nose rings (I realize some people actually have rings, but most don't.)
I realized this tonight. I only have one more B-Dubs trip left. Kind of sad when you think about it. I've been going there since the Fraser one opened. Over a year now, and I think I've missed two maybe three weeks. Tuesday nights won't be the same without getting wings with my large headed Italian friend.
I just realized I think I'm going to have a tougher time leaving than I originally expected. But what can you do.
I was just looking at pictures of my sister, I miss that kid. My parents suck for moving before I left. The summer seems like so long ago, yet it was so much fun. Go to work, come home, play with my sister. The week before Boone left was sweet, even though I spent like 300 dollars (on what, I have NO clue).
On a brighter note, I really, really like having a dog. Cota is a lot of fun, even though he sheds all over my clothes like none other. I must say, the Truszkowski's are great hosts. It's kind of like the family I never/wished I had. It's weird though how it's the little stuff. Christine putting me under family on her buddy list. Getting invited to family dinners. Jacqui stealing my keyboard and saying embarrasing things (it worked out though didn't it?). Brad getting his ass kicked in Madden. Pops saying, when I asked to borrow money "Man, you really are like one of the kids now". Stupid little stuff like that. It's amazing.
I really didn't mean to get this sentimental. And I really didn't mean for this post to get this long. But when have I ever written a short LJ post?
Alright though, I'm out. Eight days! |
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