Almost at a stopping point....

These past few weeks have gone by in such a blur. I have been going non-stop since the beginning of the year. I can finally say that I only have a couple more days to go.

So what have I been doing that has my head on a tilt-o-whirl? Hmmm....lets see, I will list just some of the madness:

I had to finish up on the requirements to go to a school I needed for work. It doesn't sound like a big deal, but it something that had to be done in order to receive our boat. No pressure there. But the thing is that there was alot of things involved. I had to get alot of underway hours in a very short amount of time, qualify at the range (which I have been having issues with), get my recertification for boarding team member, shoot the rifle and shootgun and pass, take a TCT refresher, do my survival swim and a few other small things. Not to mention doing all this in a month.

Another thing was getting everything in order to leave for Louisiana. I had to decide what to pack and bring with me, what I wanted to take to my moms and what I wanted to leave at the apartment. Unfortunately I had to bring alot more than I had intended. Because of this school I had to bring my law enforcement gear and cold weather gear. I also knew that I would be making 2nd class while I was here so I had to bring extra uniforms that had the crows sewn on. That one I'm not complaining about. I decided to drive since I have friends and family a few hours from Louisiana. One of the other girls on the boat decided to ride with me so that meant that I had my stuff plus her stuff which equalled ALOT of stuff in the backseat.

My version of "junk in the trunk"

I also spent some time visiting my brothers in Mississippi and also spent a couple of night in New Orleans for Mardi Gras. Oh yeah thats right! And boy do I have some good stories on that adventure. I have also made it to Lockport Louisiana to start training on my boat. I also had to shoot JPC and get weighed in just so I could leave again. I am now at Camp Lejeune in North Carolina. Friday night I will be back in Louisiana and hopefully things will start to slow down a bit.

I have a ton of stories to tell but this is turning into a novel and I'm hungry. I will try my very best to make some time and write a little bit about the things that has happened in greater awesome detail!

Always something to do...

I am busier than a rabbit in heat. I will be headed out for another great adventure tomorrow morning. I will be spending a couple of days in Mississippi with my brothers then a couple of days partying in New Orleans for Mardi Gras. Oh yeah, you read that right MARDI GRAS!!! I got a sweet hotel only a couple of blocks down from Canal Street. Gonna be a good time!

But in preparation for leaving I have been running all over the place getting shit handled. Haha. I was suppose to take it easy this week. Oh well, I would much rather get everything I needed done than not. One of my many tasks was to shoot at the range and qualify. Well I can finally say that today I did. It has been a lllloooooonnnngggg time that I have been trying to get this damn qual. Stupid handgun. I will stick to my rifle and shotgun.

Another great thing was that I went for a run and surpassed my goal. My goal was to beat the mile in a half in 15 minutes. The closest I had gotten was 15:09. Which was really good for me, but I haven't been able to get close to that again. This time I ran it in 14:31!!! Amazing right! And to think I almost didn't run that day. I was being lazy but I finally said screw it and ran because I would just regret that I didn't run.

Well, I know this one was kinda boring, but I don't have anything interesting. Just trying to finish up with Miami. I will let you know how Mississippi and Louisiana are.

OH! I just thought of something. When I was shooting, the instructor and I kept trying to figure out what I was doing wrong. I got to practice a little bit before I shot for score. The first round of scoring I got a 169 (har har 69) and I need a 187 (yes I know, that's not a cop joke). For the next round I just said fuck it and I was just going to shoot to shoot. I asked GOD for a little help and just focused on nothing. I didn't concentrate on the target other than setting the front and rear sites. And I also sang a special little song to myself.....in my head of course...

You know on Finding Nemo, how Dory sings "just keep swimming, just keep swimming" Your totally moving back and forth aren't you? It's ok. I am too. Anyways I was saying "just have fun, just have fun" in the same tone. Haha yeah I'm retarded but it worked for me.

Next.....

So I went to get my concealed carry permit today. That was an adventure for sure. I was in the waiting room with some real characters.

There were 3 shady looking people sitting in the corner talking about if it had been at least 3 years since they had last been arrested. There was an older woman beside me with the biggest cankles I had ever seen. And of course there was me, with my black eye.

I go back and do my paperwork and the lady turns to me and says "time to take your picture". Oh crap. I said "Really? Can you just take my picture from one of my other id's?" She said "Oh, no honey, I'm so sorry but I have to take your picture. Do you have any makeup that you want to try to cover it up?"

At this point nobody had even asked me what had happened or even questioned the thought of a woman with a black eye coming in for a permit to conceal a gun. Only in Miami.

I told the lady that I got the bruise by being hit by a frisbee and no amount of makeup it going to cover it up and look natural. I had might as well take the picture how I was. It would make for a funny story when someone actually looked at the permit.

This is basically what my picture will look like on my permit, with a different background of course.

The next day...

Well when I woke up this morning I wasn't very pretty. My eye was really swollen and red as well as my nose.

I got up and took some ibuprofen and iced my eye for a little while. Coffee always helps too. I took some Tylenol PM last night (along with some 100 proof Southern Comfort) and slept like a rock. I needed it. The bad thing was that I slept on the bad side of my face a little too much.

I also made a slightly poor decision to go jogging today. I needed to run. It had been a couple of days so I was feening. The run itself wasn't even easy. The wind was blowing pretty good so it made things a little difficult. Also I had a hard time wiping the sweat off my face. I had to be very careful not to hit my eye or nose, so I had to keep stopping.

I thought the extra blood pumping would help...but I think it might have made things worst. Here are some pics after the cool down and shower.

Another thing to put the icing on the cake was what happened after the run. I thought the run kinda hurt, but it was nothing compared to the dreaded moment when I sneezed not only once.... but twice. Owwwy.

Anyone can catch a frisbee.....

Anyone can catch a frisbee with their hands, I try to catch them with my face.

Ultimate Extreme Super-Duper Hardcore Frisbee

Don't worry, I'm ok. My nose was being totally over dramatic in the bleeding department. It looked like I had lost a pint of blood.

What had happened is that I went to block one of the guys from scoring and some how the frisbee got tipped and struck me in the face. Hurt like hell! At first I thought that it had f'd up my eye cause it hurt so much. I immediately covered it. When the shock of impact wore off a little I uncovered it and was able to see. So I thought that everything was cool and it just hurt a little....then the blood began to pour down my face. 

Everyone started to freak out, so much so I started to, then I was like "Whoa! I'm fine! I'm just bleeding...alot". One of the guys is an EMT so he came over and looked at it and he calmed things down.Well that and I started to joke about it.

As I am walking towards the first aid kit, I'm joking around saying that my nose was being over dramatic and telling the guy that I blocked that he was "denied". Haha, yeah I poke fun of just about anything. Once I knew I was ok, I was good.

After a shower and a little bit of clean up.

So the out come is this: I ended the game and our last day at the field with a BANG, no broken nose, a little swelling and blood shot eye, another funny story to tell, and I got to leave a little of myself to that field.

I just can't wait to see what I look like tomorrow morning. (That was said in the most sarcastic way possible). I guess the only date I will be on tonight will be with the Captain. (That is Captain Morgan or hell at this point Jack may even make an appearance)

BEST. RUN. EVER.

Ok so maybe not the "Best" run ever, but it was pretty amazing. I ran my typical 1.5 mile route. This time I managed to run 1.51 miles in 15:09 minutes. My best time so far! Before today my best time was 15:15. So this was quite an accomplishment for me today.

I probably would have had a quicker time but I stopped for a brief moment to look at something. Stupid shiny object syndrome. Afterwards I almost ran it again. I felt really good. I decided not to because I didn't want to push my legs too much. They have been sore an awful lot lately. Maybe tomorrow.

Its only five feet away...

Not much new here. Back to work. Good weekend, all in all. I decided to stay home and watch the Super Bowl. It was much easier to drink and not have to worry about getting home.

See! I am making smarter decisions! Of course I also missed out on a lot, but oh well.

Today I got to sleep in. We didn't have to go to work until 2 hours later. I was going to get up early anyways and go for a jog but it was pouring down rain. That was fine by me. My bed wasn't ready to get rid of me yet.

I went for my evening run as planned. What wasn't planned was the fact that I lost my apartment key. I figured that one out when I got to my door. Thankfully the room mates were home so they let me in. After a quick search with negative results, I decided to trace my steps.

Which meant a possible 1.5 mile re-step. I started out around the apartment building first. I figured I would have lost it either at the very beginning or the end of my run. Didn't find it around the building.

 So that meant I walked my 1.5 mile route. All the way down and all the way back, with a few double checks. All this time my knee and hip are giving major issues because I hadn't stretched out yet. I bet I looked like a sweaty homeless person who was hit by a car at some point.

It is now getting dark and start to walk back and prepare myself mentally for the trip to the store to make a spare. As I am walking I stopped near my room mate's motorcycle to check on it and I hear a "tink, tink". I look down at my foot and see that I had just kicked my key.

I totally walked by it, not only once but twice. What was awesome was the fact that I was only five feet away from where I started. 1.5 mile walk for nothing other than a few awkward looks from the neighbors.

Totally going to log a 3 mile workout for today. Thank you very much....

Here today gone today? WTH.....

The weirdest thing happened to me today. I decided to weigh myself this morning. I'm going to go ahead and tell you how much I weigh (I don't look it so nobody would believe me anyways.) The scale said 186. WHOA! I just weighed myself Thursday morning and I was 169. I thought maybe I just looked at the scale wrong so I tried it again...and again...and again. I thought I was getting the numbers turned around because I just woke up and my dyslexia has been bad lately. Nope. It totally said 186. If I moved a certain way it said 184. So we will just go with that number.

I was suppose to go diving with some friends this morning but it got cancelled. Of course I was almost to my friends when she told me. Oh well. I hung out with her for a little while and told her what happened. She was flabbergasted. I gained 15 pounds in 2 days. We thought it might be water weight. I did feel a little bloated.

Went to IHOP to eat it out. Whatever, I was fat anyways even though I had been eating good. Might as well eat whatever.

So I bought some detox stuff at GNC and went home. I decided to go for a run. It was a little difficult for me. It was noon, I felt fat, and it was windy. When I got ready to take a shower I decided, what the hell, let's weigh in again. I was 172.

 Wait what?!?!

 Did I see it wrong this morning? No, I did see it right. I checked like 20 times. So I basicially lost 12 pounds in just a mile and a half jog. Maybe I shouldn't have wasted my money on the detox. And I'm not as bloated. Damn. Maybe I should go run again. Weird right?

Well...crap...that was over dramatic...

Oops. I made a total ass of myself (yet again) by being over dramatic. Recently a guy at work had a baby girl. She's the cutest little thing and always smiles. Well, at least in the pictures I have seen.

So anyways, back to the story. The lead up to this is that I have been officially smoke free for just over 3 weeks. I told a friend, whom I also work with, that he can slap the ever loving shit out of me if he sees me smoking. Total Marshall and Barney style (How I Met Your Mother reference).

 So this guy gives me a cigar. I start to freak out "WHY ARE YOU GIVING ME THIS!! NO!! I DON'T WANT THIS!!!! WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO TO ME?!?!?!" Very over dramatic. In the mean time everyone is staring at me, totally speechless, and the guy was like "Uh, Ok, I will take it back" The other people started to come out of shock and said "Wow, that was kinda un-called for". I then realized the cigar that he tried to give me had a wrapper on it that said "IT'S A GIRL" written in pink.

Yup, I'm an ass. I felt soooooo bad. I apologized for a good 30 minutes and explained that I didn't realize why he was giving me the cigar and I thought he was trying to sabotage me. I told him I felt like a total ass and would be very honored if he would give me the cigar again. Thankfully he just laughed and said he understood and gave me a cigar. Not going to smoke it though, but it's the thought that counts.