When the highlight of your day is eating two delicious pickles in one day (and im not talking about anything remotely sexual).....you are sad. That's how life has been going lately. Starbucks and pickles...with a few beers thrown in is all I've consumed this weekend. I puked my guts out on friday night after an unfortunate combination of martinis, killians and polish sausage.

Every blog you expect to hear "So I banged another boy..." but I think Michelle is 'assuming the position', so to speak. After a string of unsatisfying hookups, 5 new additions since I've been in the Army, I am considering hanging up the pimp cane and pursuing more fulfilling endeavors. Gasp!

One of those hookups will be with me in the field all of this week. We head to the field for 5 days this week to freeze our A-S-S-E-S off. I try to think of it like a camping trip, but camping in freezing rain with no tent and a list of tasks to accomplish is not my idea of even a remotely good time.

We've been preparing all week, spending everyday outside in the motor pool playing with the hummvees, camouflauge nets and commo equipment. I spent most of the week jackassing around with my friend Shay. We would ball our hands into fists, put them into our gloves and then slap each other across the face with our limp fingers. Or she would feign anger and 'break' my fingers. Our international student from Greece witnessed this and did a double take. He then proceeded to shake his head at the 'crazy americans.'

Friday night wasn't a total bust. We went to Karoke and my friend Jess sang Like a Virgin. Well she didnt' SING, she spoke the words in a monotone, complete with cheesy stripper moves. Everyone in the place kept looking over at us to see if it was ok to laugh. We were on the ground crying. Then a crossdresser got up and sang. Then a bride came in with a blow up doll. Yeah...it was time to go....