Well I finally got my first letter from Bleu today. YIPEE!! He said that the first few days were pretty bad. And pretty bad to Bleu means that they stood in lines all day. The first night they went to be at 12:30 and were woken up at 4.
He says that there are even more stupid people there than at drill and "the drill sargeants ar on fatty ego trips with post-traumatic stress so they blow up over everything." I was expecting that. There is lots of swearing, I was expecting that.
He is excited to say that Private Brown (really dumb and annoying 18 yr old kid who thinks he knows everything but really knows nothing) is not in his group. I think that was all he cared about, so I'm glad, too. There might be a slim chance that they will be able to use thier cell phones, most likely when they are off for church-I was NOT expecting that, but I'll take it!!
Thier group was given the three toughest Drill Sargeants, which I was VERY pleased to hear. It will be hard, but I think that means that he will come back that much better and they will be very well prepared and trained.
He said he wants to buy some spandex to wear for exercising because they were giving him "crap" about his garments---I told him to Buck up. :)
Sargeant Keegan made me promise that I would write "DROP" on the envelope so he will have to "drop" and do pushups before he gets his letter. I kissed it for extra measure. I like to be thorough. He might have to do an extra 20 for that. :)
Well that's the news for now, as for me, people at work and church ask me how I'm doing and to be honest, I'm doing much better than I thought I would. I'm playing the piano, and reading books and just relaxing. It's definately been QUIET, but I'm doing pretty good. It actually feels reassuring that I can take care of myself. I can pay rent and bills and insurance and phone and everything. I can go shopping by myself WITHOUT buying any candy (for once). I thought that I would have a huge gap of time to fill every day where I would just sit and think about Bleu and miss him and feel sorry for myself, but I don't. I fill my time pretty well and I do think about him and miss him sometimes but it's not like I thought it would be. It will be great to have him home for Christmas, but I am doing much much better than I was Dreading. :) But I'm not going to lie, I will probably cry like a baby AGAIN when he leaves AGAIN. But we will just take it one day at a time and keep on trudging down the road.
Julila 8 Months Old
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