Welcome back to the show everybody! Boy do we have some entertainment for you this week! Saturday morning (January 9th) our pipes froze. AGAIN. No big deal, we've been through this before, and besides, it's drill weekend! If I needed water the Army would issue it to me right? *sigh* So off to drill I go Saturday, but not before I "went" in the toilet before I realized we didn't have water. It actually wasn't a bad weekend believe it or not! I actually got some productive things done for the unit which *GASP* RELATED TO MY JOB. Oh. My. God. No, I was not guarding weapons, or being told to go answer the phone. I actually was asked to help. Is it scary that I'm doing more training and learning more things in the TWO weekends in the Rear Detachement than I've spent with the whole company in THREE YEARS? You betcha! But this is one of those much talked about "learning experiences" right?
So Sunday we had to clean up the armory before leaving for the day as usual. "Private Sir" (a PFC going through ROTC) and I went off to go sweep up the maintenance office. We were almost done when I stumbled across an old box half open. Curious, I looked in and saw a whole slew of army men! There was also a tall box with a ton of compartments that we deemed as the building that was so desperately in need of someone to take it over. And so they did! We had a lot of fun occupying the building, setting up air support, medical tents, and the like.
So Sunday we had to clean up the armory before leaving for the day as usual. "Private Sir" (a PFC going through ROTC) and I went off to go sweep up the maintenance office. We were almost done when I stumbled across an old box half open. Curious, I looked in and saw a whole slew of army men! There was also a tall box with a ton of compartments that we deemed as the building that was so desperately in need of someone to take it over. And so they did! We had a lot of fun occupying the building, setting up air support, medical tents, and the like.

Monday came and went, still no water. Tim and I resorted to peeing in the yard and trying to time shopping trips and whatnot for the other. Wicket was laying down near my feet. Suddenly he got up, walked a few steps and with no effort at all, like it fell out of his mouth, PUKED all over the living room carpet. I wouldn't have minded so much if it was a normal, watery puke. But no, this had to be a puke PILE. I'm talking at least 6" of gelationous, turd colored vomit, complete with chunks of baby socks, baby wipes, and tissues which smelled like rancid diarrhea.
So after two days of decent winter weather and pipes that were still frozen, we called the landlord. He came over and very quickly thawed out whatever was frozen. We finally flushed the toilet and Tim was such a dear and cleaned it out. :D I took a steaming hot shower, and Tim started some laundry. All that's left is to do the dishes! We don't have ONE clean dish left in the house! Tim ate off a tupperware lid last night if that gives you any idea of how long it's been!
Tomorrow is another day! It will be my last day of work at the shop. I will really miss the job, it's by far the best job I've ever had. Awesome boss, awesome people, and awesome pay. Ah well, life goes on right? Let's just hope maybe next week somehow, is not nearly as eventful.
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