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It is getting very trying here in Iraq. They are making us run 3 different types of jobs here: QRF (quick reaction force), CQ duties, and our usual military movement missions. The problem rises in the fact that some times we run movement missions for anywhere between 4 to 12+ hours a day, then are expected to sit at the CQ desk in front of the gym of the palace for anywhere up to 8 to 12 hours then pull QRF another additional 12 hours... And believe me there have been many days where we have done ALL THREE in one day... CQ was suppose to go away today. But because 3 retards popped hot on their urine analysis, the command sergeant major has now taken the other unit, 1-7, off the CQ duties COMPLETELY and now has left it completely to us to work. Meaning... If I get off at 7pm from a movement mission, I could be stuck at the CQ desk from 8pm to 8am the following morning... and STILL have a mission that morning as well... The other unit 1-7 runs one, ONE, fucking mission. All that is, is an 8 hour shift to sit out at an Entry Control Point (ECP) a day. THAT'S it. And they claim they are soooooooooooooo busy. Has anyone stood up for us and said fuck this shit?? That the 303rd is fucking worked worse than hebrew slaves at this point??? I mean for god sakes, all we do at CQ is check an ID to make sure people are authorized to use the MWR (its kinda like a break room with tvs, pool tables, and game systems) and the gym. That's the WHOLE POINT to CQ. Oh no. You don't have an M on your ID card, sorry I can't let you in. I mean... seriously???? That is SOOO freaking important than making sure I get rest so that way I can take President Obama around to places he needs to go the next day??? Or the President of Iraq???? Seriously??? I finally broke today. I won't go into details, but they are wanting to send me to the combat stress clinic asap. It has nothing combat related though. It has to deal with retards and their stupid actions, and assholes who couldn't organize a schedule if their lives depended on it. But I snapped. And it didn't accomplish anything other than make me look stupid... *sighs and face plants* One month and we are done. I just don't know what to do until then. Current Mood:  depressed
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I was walking back from the truck I was suppose to be taking back to the maintenance yard because it was not running right again. One of the guys who had the keys to it wasn't home in his CHU, so I called my TC (Truck Commander) and asked if he knew of anyone else that had a spare key to get into the truck. My TC said just to hold off on the truck until another day. So I did. And I made my way back to my CHU. I decided to walk between a line of palms and a barrier wall because there was more shade to walk in and get away from the hot Iraqi sun. It was a nice day today too, soft breezes made the air cooler and the soft hint of clouds made the sky less starky blue. I walked down the palm grove and enjoyed the smell of the soft blooms on the bushes that were familiar to me, only because they are also native to Arizona. This particular area was popped marked with holes that I often wondered what creature made them. I was looking down at the ground to make sure I didn't trip on one of these wholes when something caught the corner of my eye. At first it looked like a really large, weird looking corn cob, as if someone discarded an eaten one. I stopped to look at it more closely, as curiosity tends to get the better of me. Something didn't seem right with it. I felt like it was something else than a corn cob. But what was it? I looked closer and thought maybe it was like some weird seed like a pine cone or something similar because of the shape. But it still didn't seem right. I wasn't sure what the heck it was. So I bent down a little bit and it moved. I stopped. Hesitant, watching, waiting. I tilted my head a little and bent further and it moved a little more. So with the tip of my foot, I gently and very carefully nudged it and with a couple of little nudges, it slowly curled up into a very tight little ball. I knelt down all the way to realize it could only be one thing... A hedgehog. I had never seen a hedgehog in the wild, or in captive for that matter. Just seen them in pictures and on tv. I looked around and found a stick and gently tapped it, saying, "Hello? You ok? I'm not gonna hurt you little guy...." Someone was coming by and I stood back up to make it looked like I was picking something up and as soon as the person walked by, I went back to the hedgehog and found another stick. I made them like a chopstick and picked him up. "I need something to put you in...." I looked around and found an old blue bag near by. I raced up to it as carefully with the hedgehog as I could and carefuly placed him in the bag. "It's ok little guy, I'm just going to take you somewhere safer than near this road and away from people that might play with you a little roughly." Soldiers tend to treat wildlife not so nicely and I was worried for it's safety. So I brought him to my CHU. I had an extra towel and placed it in a large bucket we use to catch water from the hole in our ceiling when it rains. I gently put the bag in the bucket on top of the towel and with the stick I gently helped him out of the bag. On my knees, I looked at him quietly. His chest was rising and falling quickly and I just watched without making a sound. I got up, discarded the bag and ran to my computer to do some research on the little guy and to let him calm down. As I was reading up, I looked over to see him peeking out from the little ball he was in and decided to hook up my webcam to show Kel. And this is one of the snap shots I got of him:
 As I researched, I discovered he was a long-eared hedgehog, a hedgehog native to the Middle-East. Hedgehogs are well tempered, gentle creatures, and when domesiticated, make great companions with other pets. They like bugs, fruits, and certain types of roots. Some even eat baby mice. He was so cute. I am so thankful I got the opportunity to get pictures and help the little guy out. He's safe now, on another part of the fob where no one can hurt him or find him. He seemed to like his new surrounding to! He also looked at me a lot too. He stole my heart. The most wonderful thing I have seen in the most hazardous part of the world. In a war, yet such a beautiful and peaceful little animal. Current Mood:  Amazed
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"How long have you been growing your hair??? Won't you miss your hair when you cut it??? Why would you want to cut it???"
These have been questions that have been following me all my life. So I decided to make a public post on the subject to make a few things known.
How long have you been growing your hair???
This question gets rather old after a while. While my hair, when out of the standard braid, reaches below my rear end, it is no doubt that it looks like it's been growing for eons. Truth of the matter is, without the once in a 6 month visit to my mom to have it trimmed an inch (my hair grows funny... the middle is always longer than the sides making it curved at the bottom or pointed in appearance) my hair would be down to my ankles by now; if not longer. My standard answer to this question is, "I've been growing it all my life, without ever having cut it besides your typical trim." This tends to make people question who does my hair which I simply reply, "My mom trims it, and I just braid it or throw it up in a makeshift craptastic bun."
Won't you miss your hair when you cut it???
This is the main question always asked of when I so much as hint at the fact I want to mow my mop off. The simple answer to that is no. A big fat NO. Yeah it will be different, and I might be, "What the heck have I done?!?!" But anyone of you who have done some sort of drastic change to their body, be it dramatic hair cut, tatoo, lazer removal of the eye brows, what have you... you are no longer going to see what you've been looking at in the mirror for a decade or so. Instead you will see something new, something foriegn, or even alien like.
I like to go through my list of why I will not miss my hair when I cut it. And it goes a little something like this:
1. I get my hair stuck in my car door at least once a day.
2. I constantly have to pull out approximately 2 feet of hair from my ass every morning when I shower (this is NO joke).
3. Sleeping with it when it isnt up, be it a braid or a bun, is like waking up to a nightmare of suffacation and itchiness.
4. People won't quit touching it despite my idle threats of removing fingers, and proceeding to limbs if applicable.
5. It takes approximately 7-10 minutes to brush it, then comb it, then braid it, then come the top so I ain't yanking hairs. I'd like to be able to do that in 5 minutes.
6. It MUST be wet in order for me to manage it or all hope is lost.
7. It's heavy and causes headaches on occassion. I'm lucky enough to have a strong neck and not worry about weight. But sometimes if I'm real tired or exausted, it feels like it pulls my head back.
8. People constantly ask me retarded questions like, "how long does it take you to shower with all that hair???" or, "Will you sell your hair to me for (insert amount here)??" or, "can I do your hair or touch it at least?"
- How long does it take you to shower with all that hair???: 10-15 minutes. Amazing huh. I've mastered the shower stall over the years... and that spawns another question, "how much shampoo and conditioner do you use?? You must be spending tons!" - For that I say, I use about a Eisenhower dollar coin sized amount of both. And have to buy shampoo maybe once a month to every once in a month and a half. So I don't go through as much as most think.
- Will you sell your hair to me for (insert amount here)??: You are on crack. However, I have had offers such as 1,000$ to 10,000$ made before. And again, no joke there. Why won't I sell it? I find it disturbing that someone will have a zip lock bag of my hair in their drawer. Or wearing my hair on their head.
- Can I do your hair or touch it at least?: No and No. I don't know who you are and even if I did, I would have to remove your hands.
Answers to your most common questions. Now quit asking!
9. When I do any sort of sport activity it tends to get in the way. Especially during fight practice. We won't go into the painful moments on that one... Thank god I don't wear chainmail...
10. I have to use anywhere from 4-6 hair ties if I wish to put it up in a poney tail. Why so many? It's heavy and doesn't like to stay up very long.
That's 10 reasons there. If I think of anymore, I'll add.
Before I continue on, in remarks to the, "Will you sell your hair to me for (insert amount here)??" I have been asked if I would donate it to a charity called "Locks of Love". I don't want to sound like a scrouge or anything, or make it sound like I don't care about those poor people and children who have to go through medical procedures that causes hair loss, but I just don't feel like doing that. Again, I have an issue seeing it on someone else's head for some reason... Plus I have some people I've promised it to before I even knew about "Locks of Love", like my hubby or my mom. And the length I'm cutting it to will not provide enough to give to "Locks of Love". I ain't buzzing my head folks. I'm just shortening it.
Why would you want to cut it???
Besides the 10 reasons stated above, I'm also joining the military. While I have confirmed that I can keep it at the current length so long as it stays in a tight bun, I have decided to cut it because, a) it will be easier to manage in BT and AIT, b) I want to, and c) because I can.
Now I can grow it back out once I'm done with basics and get back to civi-land. But until I'm done at BT and AIT, I would like to keep it at a more manageable length. Makes it faster and easier, ya know? And if all goes well when I hit MEPS again on the 8th of January, I'll be cropping it by March.
So quit worrying about it.
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All and all I'll be trimming it up to just below my shoulders. The somewhat small braid has been promised to my hubby, and I promised my mom she can cut it.
Hair is just that. Hair. I'm sorry some of the folks out there have crappy hair. But that does not give you the rights to touch, play, "beautify", etc to my hair. It drives me nuts that people go nuts over mine. It pisses me off to no end.
Some of you are wondering, "God damn, what set Frankie off about hair today?" Easy. Yesturday I had what I call a fan girl waller all over my hair and whine about how bad it is that I want to cut it blah blah blah. And mind you? This is EVERY FREAKING GOD DAMN DAY people. Every day I get the same retarded questions, the same femanine fenatics that act like they've never seen hair, so on and so forth.
So in conclusion, suck it. It's my hair and I can do as I want to it. If it pisses ya off, GOOD! :D
leave my mop alone. You have no idea how much you annoy me.
I'm done. And feel better for ranting :D
PS: I am screening comments. Just so we don't start flame wars or anything. Post a comment or don't. Freedom is good. Current Mood:  aggravated
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Ever since hiking around yesturday, I have had this deep need to go camping. I do know one thing, I would love it if Kel and I could have a camp out and invite all our fellow Weres up. And just let ourselves go squee free for a week. That would be so freakin awesome. How many of yall would like to spend a week in the lush woods of Washington with a big wolf and a hyper coyote? I know of a great camping spot to take the fellow coyotes out there that have so many elk bones and other bones that you would think you have traveled to yote heaven. mmrrrrrr. I found a whole elk skeleton out there! *SQUEE* Kel and I were talking about a couple times before he got shipped out. Maybe getting a bunch of buds together and yip and howl and sit around a fire and tell stories and relax. Nothing planned, no schedule to follow, just let it all happen as it happens. I just want to go caaaaaaammmpppiiing. I miss having my truck because I'd take that thing out, find me a nice spot to park out in the middle of no where, put up a tent over the bed, lay down tons of pillows and blankets, start a fire, and relax under the moon and stars. I know one thing, when Kel gets back on a permanant basis, I think the first week he's home, he should be on leave I think. I am going to grab him and we're going camping for like a week or more. THAT would be so cool. Sit around on logs or camp chairs around a camp fire, nibble on snacks, enjoy some chilled beverages, kick back and just tell stories. I need to take bro camping before he leaves. I will plan out around the 20th of july I think for like 4 days off and go camping with him. So, what would yall say... would ya join us for like a week or more for some fun in the woods if the wolf and I set up a little camping adventure? ^-^ Current Mood:  Relaxed and Lazy, Good
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I have decided for certain reasons that this live journal is now going to be a "Friends Only" accessible journal.
Q&A:
Q: Why did you make your LiveJournal Friends Only? How can I see your journal again?
A: Due to some problems and friends helping me get my head out of my arse, I have turned my journal into Friends Only. If you don't like it, tough. If you are someone I know and would like to see my journal, just leave a comment to this post and I will see if you are someone I want to view my entries or not.
Q: Is it because you hate me?
A: Now wait a minute. I didn't do this just to prove a point or to piss in anyone's wheaties. I did this for my own reasons. Just let me know who you are and your user name and I'll add you if I feel you are alright.
Q: Will it ever become public again?
A: I am thinking sometime in the future it will be. Just for now, somethings need to be kept to people I know real well. Plus I want it away from some particualar people till some personal vandettes are solved or desolved.
Q: Does this mean I can't post to your entries?
A: It's Friends Only. Meaning if you aren't on my buddies list, you can't post.
Q: HEY! I'm a family member and I need access!
A: O.o If you are one of my siblings, parent, or some other blood relative, you have either A) recieved an email containing a key to view my journal, or B) need a key to view my journal. Email me at Silverwolfen@comcast.net and I'll make you one. Or heck, CALL ME! :D
Q: What if I am not a family member, have no livejournal, and would like to still have access to your entries? Can I get a key too?
A: Best thing I can ask you to do is get a Livejournal. Then I can add you to my buddy list and get you access to my site. You don't even have to post in the journal of yours, it's just a way to gain access to mine. I am sorry if you got blocked out. I do not have enough codes to pass out. So you may need to get someone you know that has a livejournal to produce you a code so you can create one. Otherwise... sorry.
Q: Dang it. Ok, so I'll get a livejournal. How do I add you as a Friend?
A: Goto Livejournal's FAQ. It will show you how.
Q: Ok I added you. But... HEY! I still can't see your journal entries!
A: One of two things is happening, A) I haven't added you yet to my list [it needs to be a co-op sharing. In order for you to see my entries, you have to be on my friends list, and me on yours. If either side doesn't have either person in their buddie's list, then it won't work] and I am in the process of doing so, or B) You are someone that I don't feel comfortable on having you on my buddy list at the moment. Perhaps at a later date. Better luck next time.
I had to go through each and every journal entry dating back to my first entry in December of 2002 to make this completely Friends Only.
I apologize to those who came regularly just to see my daily life. Follow the Q&A above to gain access to my journal.
If you are already on my friend list, this does not apply to you.
Leave a comment if you are someone that wants access to my journal.
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