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I'm currently at the temporary billets in Los Alamitos. I've spent the past two frustrating days getting my out-processing done so I can officially put on the patch of the 11th MP Battalion. Tomorrow I start a week of working for them at Ma'am's request. She'll be there too, and one of the things we have to do is set up the JAG office there, as we're building from the ground up. The 11th were previously out of Pennsylvania, but they've moved the flag and are re-populating it with new people and the JAG office right now is us and one CPT D who I have not yet met.

But holy mackerel, if I had had to drill up here in Los Al every month I'd have no hair from tearing it out. It was like a flock of chickens, not only with their heads cut off but on fire as well. The things I needed to accomplish could have been finished in maybe half an hour but it took all bloody weekend.

On the other hand, I like the new commander, COL F, who reminds me a lot of myself in mannerisms. I've never heard a full bird exclaim "Dude!" before. Our Sergeant-Major is a woman and really funny and kind, telling LTCs to "relax or I'm going to make you do yoga". CPT A came back to drill on Sunday and it was nice seeing him again; he's getting ready for a half-marathon.

I got a 252 on my PT test, but know I can bring that score up. I got a 79 on my run, but since I stopped breathing fast as soon as I finished and didn't sweat that much I know I have much, much more speed in me. Since I'm here for a week, I'm going to work on that. Not tomorrow though; I've run two days in a row hoping to get a higher score so I need to do a different workout.

Steve commented that Los Al looks like a military base. I said that was because it looks like bases you always see in movies; low 1940s beige buildings, carved wooden signs outside of buildings rather than the brown metal ones with white print you see on "real" Army bases and palm trees indicating that "this base is in California". All we need are late 50's uniforms with garrison caps and officers' flying saucer hats. My room at the billeting is large and nondescript with a half-fridge, coffee maker, queen sized bed, armchair and a sink in the room. It's set up for people to stay a while because there's an actual medicine chest over the sink and large dresser. So I've laid in for the siege.

Since I'd forgotten one of my uniforms, Steve drove up yesterday to give it to me and we decided to go to the Orange County Fair for the evening. He was a little hesitant because traffic had been so horrible going up, but we had a wonderful time. We saw Budweiser Clydesdales, llamas, all kinds of goats and sheep and piggies. There is a New Guinea breed of pig that doesn't get bigger than a cocker spaniel and I told Steve I might just want one when we get our own house and land. They're adorable and I know pigs make great pets, it's just that even the pot-bellied variety become fairly huge. These don't.

We also saw a huge barn full of amazing gadgets where we got a lead on eco-friendly yet inexpensive saunas, which is something Scando-Steve has always wanted. We ate barbecue cooked North Carolina style with no goopy sauces and roast vegetables. No fried things were consumed and it didn't hurt that "fried butter" struck us as the most horrific food idea ever.


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Aug. 20th, 2010 07:46 am (UTC)
252's not a bad PT score, especially considering they jumped you with the test because they're dildoes.

Using the Plague Doctor icon because it's new and cool, not because of any hidden "meaning" regarding your post. :)
Aug. 20th, 2010 01:05 pm (UTC)
Hey, that's fine. Plague doctors are awesome.
Aug. 23rd, 2010 03:35 am (UTC)
How long are you there for? Missed that you were elsewhere again...
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