It's been a crazy week for me for sure. First, my brother moved back in with me. Things didn't work out so well for him in Salt Lake so he came home. I didn't want to tell him "I told you so. Utah is full of the crazies", but I surely knew he wouldn't 'fit in' out there exactly. He's gay and he's not mormon. Nuff said! So far we've been having fun since he got back. It's just like when we were growing up only now we're in my house with no parents. Hehehe....This morning he woke me up by singing 99 Red Balloons, but with his own special twist: he was changing the lyrics on the fly. OMG...I wish I had a video camera. He was making me laugh, then he would laugh and would have to stop singing. Ha ha ha.....I love my brother and I'm glad he's home!
Second crazy thing was the TV shoot. I already blogged about that so I won't reiterate it. I'm still high from the experience though even though it's 5 days later! Hopefully, they will call me some more.
Third weirdness was the meeting with my recruiter. Yes, I am considering going into the military. Why? Well why not? I'm exceptionally good at being a clinical microbiologist. There aren't any jobs here in my field and since teaching hasn't really been panning out, why not? I can get attached to a unit here and not leave if I don't want to. Plus it gives me a reason to get my ass back into shape. OH and then there are the benefits to being in the military. Between just the medical and dental and they will pay for me to get my PhD, it's a really good thing. I just gotta get IN. I know, I know everyone is going to shake their head and laugh at me, but oh well. I don't live my life for other people's approval anymore.
I think going into the military would be a great thing for me, in more ways than one. I've always wanted to join, but I was afraid to. A few years ago I looked into it, but I talked to a recruiter who told me that I had to go in as enlisted into a job that has nothing to do with all of my training and what not. I told him that I didn't think that was right, but he refused to listen to me. I guess I wasn't meant to go in at that point. The recruiter I'm dealing with now does nothing but place people into the Army Medical Corps. He even had my job MOS number and everything.
The only catch is my weight, but like I told him...I'm working on it! This week I lost 2 more inches. If things keep going the way they are, I'll have this body issue licked in a few months.
So the fourth crazy was my mom's bday and subsequent dinner. We went to a nice restaurant and amazingly enough, my request for no potatoes was not a big deal. It was great cause now I know that I am not the only crazy person out there who doesn't eat sugar, starch or refined carbs. The food was delicious too. The steak I ordered was cooked to perfection and yes, I did eat the whole damn thing. My mom and dad just sat there and laughed. So did I cause I love me some steak!!
I did make one little faux pas though and told my mom about the Army because I am really excited about it. Of course, she flipped out about it. She thinks I'm going in as infantry and will be plopped down headfirst into a fire fight. I am just going to have to deal with her reaction and give her time to get used to the idea of her little baby in pigtails going into the Army.
Of course, over dinner, once that topic was brought up, we ended up talking about my brother's time in the Navy on a submarine. Maybe it's a good thing that he already went through it. I don't know. I wish they had talked to me more about my soon-to-be experience rather than his experience, but eh. It's rare he goes with us to dinner so for him to dominate the conversation wasn't a big deal.
So that's what's been happening. Lots of craziness. I've gotta curb my smoking and really start running more so I can make the PT test. I know I can do this. I will do this. I'm going to start the paperwork for the Army. Holy cow, is there alot. I'm a bit scared cause I have to find out where my ex-husband is. We haven't talked in over 8 years so that should be interesting for sure. I don't really care what he is doing so I don't want to talk to him, but if I have to, I have to.
Have a great weekend.
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