Busy B

Yes, I am still alive. 

No, I am not tan.

Work has been going well but I have been beyond busy for the last couple of weeks.

Zac and I have regularly been commenting that it has only been three weeks that I've been here.  It sure seems like a lot longer considering I have a full two weeks of work under my belt.  I've been exhausted on a regular basis.  My commute into Honolulu adds an extra 2.5 to 3.5 hours onto my work day, sometimes more.  One night this week I fell asleep at 6:30pm and slept straight through to 5:30 am.  I truly believe I am still immersed in a major adjustment period and have high hopes that I will regain much of my energy and form a great routine in the near future.  

Zac had a 96 this weekend (four day weekend) and I have Monday off for President's Day (a really big deal here...) so we are taking advantage of the time to do some fun things and catch up on sleep.  We have also been looking at apartments for me which cannot be classified as anything other than stressful.  I am hoping to have something in the next two weeks and then I can finally start to feel like I'm settling in.  

In the meantime I have decided to add some theme to this reincarnated blog - something to give it a little focus outside of me and Hawaii.  Over the last year there have been many times when, in conversation with Zac, something specific about his work has struck me in such a way that really emphasizes how very unqualified I would be to be a Marine.  Usually a verbal statement follows in the form of, "Well, that's just reason number 968 that I could never be a Marine."   In fact, I am pretty sure that I started counting the reasons in the 900s, but needless to say there are a lot of them.  There are the obvious ones like I am not nearly strong enough or I could never run long enough.  But then, of course, there are the funny ones and also the informative ones.  Usually though, I almost always find myself gaining even more respect for what he does and how he does it.  I've decided that we will start counting from #1, however, reason #1 holds no more importance than reason #968.  

Reason #1 Why Bess Could Never Be a Marine:

I could not go to the bathroom without a wall between me and the next person.  I'm serious.  I just don't think I could do it.  This came up tonight at dinner with Zac and his response was... Well you'll go at some point.  I don't think I would.  I think I would just never ever go to the bathroom again.  

Reason #2 Why Bess Could Never Be a Marine:

I cannot chant "Left, Left, Left, Right, Left" and get it to land on the right foot... ever.  I tried.  I'm serious.  I did.  Plus, to make things harder they don't actually say it like that.  They do some weird "Left, Left, your left, right, layo" and I just can't get the cadence down and I end up saying "left" while I'm on my right foot.  

I will probably add one or two of these each time I post.  I think they can be a little funny and will highlight the things I am learning about the Marine Corps during my time here.