Feb 11, 2008

tata!


The time has come everyone! I am down to the last 20 some odd hours of my enlistment. When I started my terminal leave I thought I would feel as though I was on regular vacation time, like I would have to eventually go back to work. But honestly, I never felt that way. I KNOW that I'm never going back. And it doesn't feel very odd to me at all. The only thing that feels odd is that after so many years of being able to enter a base at my leisure, after tomorrow I am banned for life. Weird. I haven't had the urge to put on a uniform, to wake up at 530am or to bite my tongue at the proverbial BS that has consistently flowed from the mouths of my coworkers for the past decade. I can finally break the law, if I so want, and not get screwed by both the regular cops and scolded & punished by the Air Force as well. Gotta love getting fucked twice. Now, I'm not saying that I plan on regularly breaking the law, I was just stating a fact;) I honestly can't fucking believe that it has been 10 years though. Holy fuck how time flies! There's been sooooo much that has happened in that time frame that I don't even know where to begin. Many have asked me if I feel different. No...not really. I'm still me. I've always rebelled as much as I could even when I was in, so it's not like I'm off doing a bunch of crazy shit now--nothing more than usual. I also don't regret getting out, nor do I regret the time spent in. I loved the past 10 years and most of the people that entered my life during that time. I wouldn't have traded it for the world! However, the military & I didn't always see eye to eye so it was just natural that we part our ways:) So for all of you that I've met throughout my AF career I want to say thanks. You are the ones that kept my laughing and kept me semi-sane. Make sure you keep your couch open for me, because I'll be traveling your way soon:) For those of you who never quite got what it was I did in the Air Force, here is a quick photo montage that commemorates the gorgeous camo ensemble that I wore like a second skin--haha:

This is where it all began--Lackland AFB, San Antonio, TX (BMT or Boot Camp to those that only know Hollywood jargon). I was there for 6 weeks beginning Dec 29, 1997


Then I was off to my Tech School in the armpit of America--Shepherd AFB, Wichita Falls, TX. I was there for almost 6 months learning how to be a grease monkey. Next I went to my first assignment--Luke AFB in Phoenix, AZ. I spent my first 4 years there. I even won Maintainer of the Year--yay me--haha (who knows how the hell that happened).
This is me on a field deployment in the middle of the desert, playing war (it was actually fun!) I even got to ride in a Blackhawk Helicopter


This was my luxury accommodations for the week
Besides, my normal mechanic job I got to drive Hummers, big 5 ton trucks and even accompanied the radio guys up on top of the mountain to fix a tower radio (or something like that. I just volunteered for the view & to get out of work--haha)
I really planned on getting out after my first 4 years, but then September 11 events unfolded and I was stuck in. I didn't have any plans for a job or school so I couldn't get a waiver to get out. All I could do was wait. During that time the AZ Diamondbacks were in the World Series. I got to be one of the people holding the flag on the field while Jewel sang the National Anthem. It was pretty kick ass. So anyway, I waited, and waited more. Then one day I smoked crack (not really) and reenlisted--for 6 years!! Eeks!! (I think the next day I might've thrown up in my mouth a little--haha)
Right after that I decided I was ready to travel. So I requested to go to Andersen AFB in Guam and I was off. I spent 15 lovely months basking in the sun and killing my liver. It was great! I also got to witness & live through a horrible typhoon, got my boating license and went to Australia--the one country I've dreamed of since my youth.
Here is a pic at my Airmen Leadership School graduation (Staci & Rose I miss you!!)

Then I was off to cold ass Ramstein AB in Germany for 2 years. As most of you know this is where I caught the traveling bug and did the vast majority of my wandering. In Germany is where I became a vegetarian, excelled at driving a stick shift, pushed my car to over 110mph continuously on the Autobahn, tried tons of new foods that I never would have dreamed of, bathed in nude spas & topless beaches, learned how to snowboard (well kind of--haha), and somehow managed to finish my Associate's degree.
This is me during a pie in the face fundraiser. Thanks guys;)


This is during a TDY I went on. It was for the Paris Air Show in...well, Paris, France duh! I got to hang out with a bunch of hottie pilots:) Here's me in one of the Army helicopters.
After my time in Germany, I was off to Moron AB in Spain. I spent 15 months there, both loving it and at the same time hating it. You had to live there to know what I'm talking about. Here I perfected the ability to stay up super late & party until the wee hours of the mornings. Hey--when in Rome... I also excelled at doing no work, but pretending to do lots. It was probably the easiest, slack job I will ever have in my life. And I also learned quite a bit of Spanish, though I think I've forgotten a lot:(
This is me volunteering to pass out Thanksgiving dinner to some of the deployed dudes (and chicks). Lunch lady land.

The base I was at was an alternate NASA landing site, so one time during an exercise we got to meet some of the NASA dudes. Not sure if this guy was an astronaut, but I think so
Then I left sunny Espana for even sunnier Davis-Monthan AFB, Tucson, AZ. When I first got here I knew I had exactly a year left until I got out. My new bosses, on the other hand, were clueless. They put me in an office job (yay no more smelling of grease & fuel). I don't think they were too happy when they found out I only had about 7 months left. Haha--got you fuckers!!
Here's me pretending to look studious:
That pretty much wraps it up. I bought a house & am a little over halfway done with massage school and am ready for the next chapter. Bring it on!!

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