tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57967913658630574082024-03-13T14:38:13.703-07:00souza Paloozablah blah blahJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01470665562480651422noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796791365863057408.post-24955170772500542992011-10-15T02:27:00.000-07:002011-10-15T02:28:42.828-07:00October's Festivities<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well, LESBIhonest. There's not a whole lot going on this month. It is a Saturday night, and I will find myself cuddled up watching movies (with or without the company of a handsome man..TBD) [laughoutloud] Anyway. Halloween is coming up on a Monday, and we have an Air Show that weekend. With that being said, Halloween has now been moved to October 22nd, where I will be dressed up as a ninja turtle and be ninjaturtlewasted :)<br />
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A few highlights from this month.<br />
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1. Air Force Ball, 1 October 2011 <br />
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Drunken night after Air Force Ball- Dress to Impress Theme </div>
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And that's that! Its the 15th, payday, and I'm already broke. Bought a bunch of shit to prepare for winter! New boots and some random clearance shit I didn't need! But until next time, keep your pimp hand strong.<br />
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BINGBANGBOOM.<br />
<3 Jess!<br />
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<br />Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01470665562480651422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796791365863057408.post-87765132540999388622011-09-20T18:10:00.000-07:002011-09-20T21:52:22.610-07:00a year and some change later....There's this chick Jessica, who set up this cool blog, and never blogs. But hey, she's back. '<br /><br />Anywho.<br />lets just do this for now. 10 things I've done with my life in a year....(if I can even think of 10)<br /><br />1. Went to Korea........oh wait, still here. DAMMIT<br />2. uhh, Went to China.. That I did! Beijing was legit, just went with the wrong person, so I want to go back and re-live the experience without that dbag.<br />3. hmm.<br />3 1/2. Started college FINALLY! yay for Intro to Psychology. Online classes suck, and I have zero motivation to actually do "school" if im not forced into a classroom at least once a week.<br />4. Got promoted, twice. I am now an Airman First Class... wooooooooooo. (I guess that was kinda uncalled for, its not really that big of a deal at all)<br />5. Bought a fish tank, and have no fish.<br />6. Spent way too much money on stupid bs (story of my life)<br />7. MADE AWESOME FRIENDS. BOOOOOOM<br />8. Perfected the most awesome toast that goes something a little like this... "Here's to the men that we love, and the men that love us. But the men that we love, never love us, so FUCK all the men, and here's to us :)" CHEERS.<br />9. Watched JennaMarbles on YouTube more times than I can count on my fingers and toes.<br />10. Passed my PT test with a 99%<br /><br />That was a lot of thinking. See, told you. I really have not done jack skittles. But if we take a look at the list of things I want to do in the second half of my tour here in Korea, well that's where it gets easy.<br /><br />1. DMZ. fosho.<br />2. Skydiving, zip lining, white water rafting (all 100% possible thank you to Outdoor Rec)<br />3. Have a conversation with Sonton Sally without her saying FUCK YOU.<br />4. Go home on "midtour", PLEASE AND THANKS.<br />5. Legally get retarded drunk in the streets of Songton/and or Seoul and go home when the sun is out.<br />6. Plank in at least 50 places on base, AND have photographic evidence of my accomplishments<br />7. Buy a ninja turtle backpack and rock the absolute s#$% out of it everywhere I go. All day everyday.<br />8. Get BTZ, ..... yeah. I wish<br />9. Purchase: A MAC desktop and/or laptop, more clothes, more shoes, more purses, and fish for my fish tank.<br />10. Get someone to legitimately believe that I am a dependent, and my dad is the Command Chief. HAHA!<br /><br />BINGBANGBOOM.<br />toodles poodles.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01470665562480651422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796791365863057408.post-62143691623930936932010-07-25T19:08:00.001-07:002010-07-25T20:00:58.200-07:00Just a thought...<span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLMu5nLjbv8QzizsDho7PAm_9jXAW5CGaiPu5W7mDhH_1XI5z_X3Tnlev9TcaW4jfxIus2BJb_z72qoXBQD464jxHsxmvpNoolTPV4iLfuIAJ68k9QmobDPVVi7k7Zos7EPgWS5rgHN4/s1600/img035.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLMu5nLjbv8QzizsDho7PAm_9jXAW5CGaiPu5W7mDhH_1XI5z_X3Tnlev9TcaW4jfxIus2BJb_z72qoXBQD464jxHsxmvpNoolTPV4iLfuIAJ68k9QmobDPVVi7k7Zos7EPgWS5rgHN4/s320/img035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498032559171104386" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Tonight I find myself looking through many</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> of the photographs taken over the course of my life, but mainly the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">las</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">t year or so. I never took a second to realize how lucky and free I was. I have two of the BEST p</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">arents</span> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">who have allowed me to run, live, learn, fall down, and pick myself back up; it has made me a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bett</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">er person. Who knew the kind of person I would be now, and I'm still wondering who I'll be tomorrow..<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Remember those lovely days of kinder</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">garten</span>? Remember when no matter what you did, you were still cute as a button. Heart <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">bre</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ak</span> was an unknown feeling and giggles cam</span><span style="font-size:100%;">e no </span><span style="font-size:100%;">mat</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ter</span> what. The first girl yo</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbY5r0SErl5bMXyk6GNE_f2bXdu5zuSaiQV2S4nJwfvKxxyDo3igvCMSajK2-lN0xFW3_aoRA2pzeV-45HShQRmcXVH03Ihkdk83ZYh0cc5YJTl0E2skz7VZJ35ekCROPx3fvzWonYVsY/s1600/img045.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbY5r0SErl5bMXyk6GNE_f2bXdu5zuSaiQV2S4nJwfvKxxyDo3igvCMSajK2-lN0xFW3_aoRA2pzeV-45HShQRmcXVH03Ihkdk83ZYh0cc5YJTl0E2skz7VZJ35ekCROPx3fvzWonYVsY/s320/img045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498033657815556882" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;">u met was your best friend one minute, and the next you weren't friends because she </span><span style="font-size:100%;">wanted to be the mom when you played "house". The first little boy you set eyes on was your boyfriend </span><span style="font-size:100%;">whom you were madly in love with. Remember the days that felt like they went on forever, and time passed so slowly. The year drug on forever, an</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3W32hybKoYpNCjeXIFcWAtte78viWS-yt_k0zaGEjMhMCoJHLZ2W4Gc8hBW6rz_23h3BQQFA1Emj7nrWIDrQ6vyX2vcHK1e0kd-gQN_G0NA8BqEO9DwJ4Uq9PKFx2vNmOHTvTIU3w0zE/s1600/img059.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3W32hybKoYpNCjeXIFcWAtte78viWS-yt_k0zaGEjMhMCoJHLZ2W4Gc8hBW6rz_23h3BQQFA1Emj7nrWIDrQ6vyX2vcHK1e0kd-gQN_G0NA8BqEO9DwJ4Uq9PKFx2vNmOHTvTIU3w0zE/s320/img059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498038815324810722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">d a yucky dinner was the worst thing that could happen in a days time. It seems like just </span><span style="font-size:100%;">yesterday life was that simple. Now 18 years later I'm thinking what happened to those days. One minute I was a lively toddler, then making my way through grade school. Finally I</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> had gotten to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">hig</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">h school and in the blink of an eye that </span><span style="font-size:100%;">was over. During those four years I couldn't wait to get up and out and I was going to do anything</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> and everything to m</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ake</span> it on my own. To my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">sur</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK3eCIeZOgDp6fNEVd6564pqD2ZtrM7XsQyHZj2vZdYaqoHBPZxZDeVjzUZmsZKCm8Y-HDzTGTcdDrSuDqwJHabYZFNNA07Aadd92RgdPYLZLvM8Sk-qkJcO7eBYKbcHyaM70uDZM3jIo/s1600/IMG_7523.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 161px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK3eCIeZOgDp6fNEVd6564pqD2ZtrM7XsQyHZj2vZdYaqoHBPZxZDeVjzUZmsZKCm8Y-HDzTGTcdDrSuDqwJHabYZFNNA07Aadd92RgdPYLZLvM8Sk-qkJcO7eBYKbcHyaM70uDZM3jIo/s320/IMG_7523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498038828127327714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">prise it was not as e</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">asy</span> as they always make it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">se</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">em..</span><span style="font-size:100%;">. College was a dream and I was lost in</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> what to do with my life. It seemed as if I was going nowhere very fast and I couldn't stand the disappointment in myself for letting things go the way they were going.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy2yxAZPBEG4iRVbNl8fZ-oSb8KzbNETBKp6Sl7gT1yxG4pG6r9pi7LABmte2HThWdLH9EwmNICrC14jRFYTGAdnZ9N26Jfq6L3hPd_cysOV90yvR-dLuOxGEGWjA9LpEnfgKdtCtEh2s/s1600/hay+hay.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy2yxAZPBEG4iRVbNl8fZ-oSb8KzbNETBKp6Sl7gT1yxG4pG6r9pi7LABmte2HThWdLH9EwmNICrC14jRFYTGAdnZ9N26Jfq6L3hPd_cysOV90yvR-dLuOxGEGWjA9LpEnfgKdtCtEh2s/s320/hay+hay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498038832293408114" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Now I sit her</span><span style="font-size:100%;">e in my dorm, an Airman in the United States Air Force. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Wh</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">en did this happen? Just 2 months ago I was a wild teen out all hours of the night partying hard with nothing better to do at 5 in the morning. I now have a career, and a life. It is still hard to grasp and at times it's hard to believe that I am actually starting my own life. It feels <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">li</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">ke</span> a dream, like I'm going to end up back with my parents and going to go back to high school or s</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">omething</span> crazy. A</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHgI6Q-NWrAmKPv5-MTW6dl3fgvQZxnJUf4AG_IT-BMmo01V7k1s5JHCNraHq_M9v3NZTmQWOtsge7ebs1tWFmvpiIv_gZOpAHWzIPLnf-sofsZKbd6hlB9_-kpzUkofKzEhevOPo4g20/s1600/Picture0103.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHgI6Q-NWrAmKPv5-MTW6dl3fgvQZxnJUf4AG_IT-BMmo01V7k1s5JHCNraHq_M9v3NZTmQWOtsge7ebs1tWFmvpiIv_gZOpAHWzIPLnf-sofsZKbd6hlB9_-kpzUkofKzEhevOPo4g20/s320/Picture0103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498043376307850690" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">s I look back on the years past I realize just how much fun I had- I was extremely lucky to be a</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">ble</span> to have such fun and exp</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">erience</span> so many great times! There are so many more memories on the way, and though sometimes the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">roa</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">d is bumpy, the sky is cloudy and I'm low on gas, I know I have all I need to make it through. Every day is </span><span style="font-size:100%;">a new day and I cannot wait to find out what amazing things the future has in store for me!<br /><br />Just a thought.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">xoxo</span>, Jess<br /></span></div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01470665562480651422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796791365863057408.post-80036491492030400232010-07-25T01:39:00.001-07:002010-07-25T19:06:16.898-07:00I'm alive! Fresh out of Basic Training, woot woot!<br /><br /><br />So, I made it! I graduated 16 July 2010 and now am in Tech school until, well...forever.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8F372XVikD2jnB0MbA1ldTRZvOj907rI-JyYX79chpoyDfnFj4mRrPNTGU0JLJi3ltjqmrzZ1mJGjechs3CqviLWFiNPxC1fQvEyLSbiy1G_fSkjQmYF4aLDxbayiJ6dVeOOZBOIccY0/s1600/484_254.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8F372XVikD2jnB0MbA1ldTRZvOj907rI-JyYX79chpoyDfnFj4mRrPNTGU0JLJi3ltjqmrzZ1mJGjechs3CqviLWFiNPxC1fQvEyLSbiy1G_fSkjQmYF4aLDxbayiJ6dVeOOZBOIccY0/s320/484_254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497638963192212642" border="0" /></a> Basic Training was one of the hardest things I've done, but now that I graduated I look back and realize it really wasn't <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> hard. I had one of the BEST instructors I could have asked for, Basic wouldn't have been the same without him. I made a couple friends (and realized how much more I cannot stand stupid people...haha!). One of my new friends, Laura DiPasquale (we called her D in basic, now I call here by her actual name, Laura), is here with me at Tech School! She is in a different squadron but we still manage to hang out and meet up for lunch and what not. We get along great because she's a smart a** just like me! We clicked the first week of basic and have been buddies since!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYiDved8UQgxDxe3zYHbK3nlCScxqL_7nLSFi1EObJmyqVJQBzfdvQHYhDelK5tsfnwI2qiXTR8tmHlqrGInEUIcwNHylOcuJLn8RG0oPqUrw_XfXnO6C507kEHGYkMbBzXZaFrdDPpvU/s1600/484_259.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYiDved8UQgxDxe3zYHbK3nlCScxqL_7nLSFi1EObJmyqVJQBzfdvQHYhDelK5tsfnwI2qiXTR8tmHlqrGInEUIcwNHylOcuJLn8RG0oPqUrw_XfXnO6C507kEHGYkMbBzXZaFrdDPpvU/s320/484_259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497627388582458322" border="0" /></a>Here is us our first week of basic folding our clothes! Gotta love rolling those socks and t-shirts, NOT! We're such dorks! I love it!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSj9pxUI1MTjKNZmogeZqY9JToLLmlfUt6gIUxebyzlZZUqEwGw-XWRIqpar70Xi59dWiDEectpheHDxTuGMdXVS2feTTHSsq1W84OK2RUmM0HfkwFOIvGv0RKlDtPauYCLoKJqlNLII/s1600/484_202.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYSj9pxUI1MTjKNZmogeZqY9JToLLmlfUt6gIUxebyzlZZUqEwGw-XWRIqpar70Xi59dWiDEectpheHDxTuGMdXVS2feTTHSsq1W84OK2RUmM0HfkwFOIvGv0RKlDtPauYCLoKJqlNLII/s320/484_202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497638949234603842" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><br />Again, Laura and I together, look how enthused we look! HA! "A Bay to B Bay", those words were usually not good. It was either we're gonna learn how to do something, or be put on our face. 9 times out of 10 it was <span style="font-weight: bold;">"on your face</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">, nope too sl</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">ow!"</span> (for those who don't know what that means, it's push-ups, flutter kicks, and squat thrusts). Our flight slogan was <span style="font-weight: bold;">"crying is only gonna piss me off more" </span>because when we would be on our face aka motivational training, people would be crying and our instructor would always say that!<br /><br />Back to basic- I was the Guideon Bearer (the person who carries the flag)- I loved it! I got to be right in front for everything, and you know me, I love being front and center...only this was front and to the right (same thing right?). Looking back at the experience now, I wouldn't trade it for anything. It was hard, stressful and demanding in any and every aspect, but it was something that only 1% of the population can say that they've been through. Going into it I wish I would have prepared better, but now that i'm out I realize there's nothing that you can do to prepare yourself to be completely deattatched from everything you know. Overall, it was something i'll never forget and i'm glad I got to go through it, it's just another step in the right direction for me. I could have went the way that most teens go- college life, party party party, but instead I have decided to do all that AND serve my country :) haha, oh and get paid all at the same time- I think it's a pretty sweet deal! I feel honored to have made it this far. Most people can't even make it IN TO the AF with the strict standards they have, then of those people some can't make it past basic training or tech school (yes, I can still fail out of tech school, but i'm not making that a possibility).<br /><br />19 May 2010!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjODocuGCgeVSQytsFMxuWr8_o3RPCF43plzjdyXonJZbkAsfTX5qWphHswOxmOokTM_rdjI1gh1xfeTPcbkdEWv7Fmf-qtx81fEYVfg58fEmRNY2uF29OBGOcmSXPi1RczBFeGI4L3oNk/s1600/484_031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjODocuGCgeVSQytsFMxuWr8_o3RPCF43plzjdyXonJZbkAsfTX5qWphHswOxmOokTM_rdjI1gh1xfeTPcbkdEWv7Fmf-qtx81fEYVfg58fEmRNY2uF29OBGOcmSXPi1RczBFeGI4L3oNk/s320/484_031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497632033390113122" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjehog1ricOQu0d2_aMZHJ6fTpBJrZ_76X2R9Nbstqsded0UN9s4-TKjQkRULF9lNbcaQKmYRhQ515HJzfbg8fsWbq69mzZlZUIAM8DVJOtezLKUzuGard68FhnCQkCiBYNxz6AIYgC-W8/s1600/484_040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjehog1ricOQu0d2_aMZHJ6fTpBJrZ_76X2R9Nbstqsded0UN9s4-TKjQkRULF9lNbcaQKmYRhQ515HJzfbg8fsWbq69mzZlZUIAM8DVJOtezLKUzuGard68FhnCQkCiBYNxz6AIYgC-W8/s320/484_040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497638941735601154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">First chow!</span> Boy was that an experience, I don't think I tasted my food for the first 2 weeks! Laura is the one in pink (picture on the top), who knew we'd be such good friends! The lunch lady was my favorite think about the chow hall, besides food of course ;) She always provided us with encouragement and smiles!<br /><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"I used to be a beauty queen, now I love my M16"</span><br /><br />We got our M16 Trainer Weapons the 1st WOT (week of training) and had to use them all the way until after we came home (well back to the squadron) from BEAST (Basic Expeditionary Airman Skills Training- and that's a whole 'nother story in itself!).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">BEAST:</span> The BEAST site consists of four camps (called "zones"), named Vigilent, Sentinel, <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Reaper</span> (this was the zone I was in), and Predator. Each camp consists of 10 green canvas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlMeL8HXbbW2-ZIpJLM20S3_h5xWNwX1b2AjNfNtjMJYtxGGdPw2fykserhSePdTfyQ7tRt72_jbRVuniZV_JUvDzpiP9VOJ2TMKBzrUF0lQhMp1skESMVniA9abD9bClxU0uElHkPUJ0/s1600/484_346.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlMeL8HXbbW2-ZIpJLM20S3_h5xWNwX1b2AjNfNtjMJYtxGGdPw2fykserhSePdTfyQ7tRt72_jbRVuniZV_JUvDzpiP9VOJ2TMKBzrUF0lQhMp1skESMVniA9abD9bClxU0uElHkPUJ0/s320/484_346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497638977063607922" border="0" /></a> tents used for sleeping. There are also two tents, one used for a field hospital and the other for a command post. In the center of the ring of tents is a three-story tower (where instructors keep watch so they can chew you out for doing things wrong), and a hardened building which is used as an armory and as a bomb shelter. Each zone also includes five defensive firing positions, and an entry control point (ECP). Each zone is a self-contained unit responsible for operating and defending itself. All 4 zones are in constant competition for the whole week constantly graded and at the end of the week the winner in points is awarded the BEAST EXCELLENCE streamer for their guideon. Reapers were victorious and we brought home that streamer. The flights that have that streamer are then in competition for warrior flight which is overall excellence, unfortunately no one got warrior flight.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Kk6FHsmr2WWXnzv6CI67folIy75N8sPFxxiKlzlqBVI50bPntsxU4TrnWKVK6dF9KZox381ATCm256S9uzfh8Xf6bRDFNzyeEUw_cfk1edagdCOydoP7ul67beGW3hu8HJYxCffwYlw/s1600/IMG_0277.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Kk6FHsmr2WWXnzv6CI67folIy75N8sPFxxiKlzlqBVI50bPntsxU4TrnWKVK6dF9KZox381ATCm256S9uzfh8Xf6bRDFNzyeEUw_cfk1edagdCOydoP7ul67beGW3hu8HJYxCffwYlw/s320/IMG_0277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497669233106486546" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinXYMhygkmP4OicrRqU5ddpfb2LjtXxVXPu4XRo71JJKczk3KGMdqz7IqiutfAcwAozAnhtafVvaqG7_dMSHn4Ejo08TIHSqMpqMgxAMB0HY212XPaqleXg2U2zdK9Ip9mUJM3cdB__sM/s1600/484_456.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinXYMhygkmP4OicrRqU5ddpfb2LjtXxVXPu4XRo71JJKczk3KGMdqz7IqiutfAcwAozAnhtafVvaqG7_dMSHn4Ejo08TIHSqMpqMgxAMB0HY212XPaqleXg2U2zdK9Ip9mUJM3cdB__sM/s320/484_456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497669240790700674" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFTkdFMNuNqXHnBDtxTwNPwIe-zrxJ9mJwZJLGFhAjdRhy4DUl-XHMPRurrRA8dHpZZkcF6QwG70zUoJIPBvtmm2d3wZ8DiQWByBnJKhgBfB4lG3J6Vv5rzp7xjFJaUITaLsgzKcXQ8K8/s1600/IMG_0271.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFTkdFMNuNqXHnBDtxTwNPwIe-zrxJ9mJwZJLGFhAjdRhy4DUl-XHMPRurrRA8dHpZZkcF6QwG70zUoJIPBvtmm2d3wZ8DiQWByBnJKhgBfB4lG3J6Vv5rzp7xjFJaUITaLsgzKcXQ8K8/s320/IMG_0271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497669246127907650" border="0" /></a><br />A couple of the classes we took while at basic training were skills like self aid buddy care I, II, III & IV ranging from how to patch up a simple wound, applying a tourniquet and how to treat burns. This taught us the basic skills to help a wingman when we are in a deployed environment or just in general. We also learned CPR and how to transport victims. (top left)<br />Performing mock SABC on our dorm chief Shirley Layer. (top right)<br />Me and D waiting our turn to practice our SABC. We were pretty much attached the hip during the 8.5 weeks of basic!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />O-COURSE!</span><br /><br />One of my favorite "obstacles" of basic was the obstacle course itself! I wanted to do it again after we were done! It was 17 obstacles or something like that and you had to run to each one of them! I pretty much dominated the thing and wanted to do it again! We had to double-time (run) the entire way there and back which was about 2.5-3 miles there and the same back. We had to do this WITH our duffel bags packed with an extra pair of everything just in case you fell in the water (which I DIDN'T, because I'm awesome). The picture to the right is of Esquivel, Bowman and I before we started the course!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzBMrTHa2s0xx91f8mz0I951pD0Y_yGByT7kXPXoeIYJvBbcy9IKSD7Aj4zkBo47VnRmI1OspwU7n8kXJZFhmeY9B61CYlfoVHpP6w9YNcC2IyJMG4fRNRDRhu_8TP3MNquknLHBI0Rvs/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzBMrTHa2s0xx91f8mz0I951pD0Y_yGByT7kXPXoeIYJvBbcy9IKSD7Aj4zkBo47VnRmI1OspwU7n8kXJZFhmeY9B61CYlfoVHpP6w9YNcC2IyJMG4fRNRDRhu_8TP3MNquknLHBI0Rvs/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497705259283722834" border="0" /></a><br />Rope swing! This was the second to last obstacle, the monkey bars were last! The first obstacle was the rope walk-Most of the females fell in the water at least once at the obstacle course! It took a lot of upper body strength to hold on to the rope swing and make it across the monkey bars, but I did it!<br /><br /><br />xoxo, jess<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ3JN-9HyCcFTsLi4lc2aOe3RIVe9ZeaulYI0bbXs_yESjiQ4t59I5CJrbnPb-gew5qGRBC6dXIciCNORcRT-Gf4075w_PDV-zRqvX1erbYmS7TfUf2KsUnBXObyBZGBWnAObEv_7slMo/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ3JN-9HyCcFTsLi4lc2aOe3RIVe9ZeaulYI0bbXs_yESjiQ4t59I5CJrbnPb-gew5qGRBC6dXIciCNORcRT-Gf4075w_PDV-zRqvX1erbYmS7TfUf2KsUnBXObyBZGBWnAObEv_7slMo/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497707605870016050" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmphkLqowR2Gc1oLa7QBlK4n37PF6erZXVM3Cg1b7BfCOgx3kbhhXa5ES3_xJKMdXs9Q6ECpSUn9THv6HnhwLOs252yPnc_lBhNI4PRsWYMNmZ506EcIMCrEa3yIVCvMIAMO8dCBjmUrM/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmphkLqowR2Gc1oLa7QBlK4n37PF6erZXVM3Cg1b7BfCOgx3kbhhXa5ES3_xJKMdXs9Q6ECpSUn9THv6HnhwLOs252yPnc_lBhNI4PRsWYMNmZ506EcIMCrEa3yIVCvMIAMO8dCBjmUrM/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497707595943451138" border="0" /></a>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01470665562480651422noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796791365863057408.post-88419754676295618852010-05-17T00:18:00.000-07:002010-05-17T00:20:19.851-07:0018 May 2010Basic Training! I leave tomorrow morning at 10 am for LA. Then all will fall into place as I get ready to endure 8.5 weeks at Lackland AFB in San Antonio Texas...then I go to Keesler AFB, Biloxi Mississippi! I will have lots to write about as soon as I make it through Basic! Just wanted to provide a small update!<br /><br />xoxo, Jess!Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01470665562480651422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796791365863057408.post-60480896063257399132010-02-08T11:30:00.001-08:002010-02-08T12:08:20.786-08:00Since When....Since when is it NOT okay to ask a simple question? Since when is it NOT okay to innocently walk across your own street and ask others to keep the noise down? Since when is it OKAY to beat a man to death for asking that very question? And since when is it OKAY to have to live in fear of these such tragedies?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpnsbBvLpc3fKBOEtGgandoYDB609KFEQ-O2DfjSlX0l0iShD4_qGRnISg4VmzYAGlP4JWyeYaT_SMdS9l6WMUEtTCOib1rSATsTShlfrXE-kkFbbrGBO8Pp-hLIwFa-vBthzl_Of86I8/s1600-h/Patrick+Matsuda+RIP.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpnsbBvLpc3fKBOEtGgandoYDB609KFEQ-O2DfjSlX0l0iShD4_qGRnISg4VmzYAGlP4JWyeYaT_SMdS9l6WMUEtTCOib1rSATsTShlfrXE-kkFbbrGBO8Pp-hLIwFa-vBthzl_Of86I8/s320/Patrick+Matsuda+RIP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435961289783788002" border="0" /></a>Pat was beaten to death early Sunday morning (around 2 a.m.) outside of his own home here in Bakersfield, CA. He and his wife, Annette had gone out to ask neighbors if they could keep the noise down which resulted in the horrific attack. He was surrounded by a group of males and was beaten with a baseball bat, tire-iron and stabbed. Annette called 911, and had to witness her husband being beaten. When it was said and done, she tried to help him- help stop the bleeding; however, the injuries were too severe, and he did not survive.<br /><br />Currently police have only made one arrest on suspicion. 19 year old Blayne Allen Clifford was booked into Kern County Jail earlier this morning (2.8.10). Hopefully more will be found and justice will be served.<br /><br />These sort of things never really hit home, until they have happened to someone in your very own family. I never thought anything like this could ever happen to anyone I knew, let alone such a great guy like Patrick <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Matsuda</span>. He was family, a father of four, a husband, and a friend to many. The picture above is of him and two of his daughters, Madison and Whitney. R.I.P Pat, you will be missed dearly.<br /> <br /><br /> http://www.bakersfieldnow.com/news/83785727.html<br /><br />-j.<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">souza</span> OUTJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01470665562480651422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796791365863057408.post-92147834845013537682010-01-23T14:03:00.000-08:002010-01-23T14:20:12.653-08:00DATE!?!You read it right, I have a date. I leave for basic training May 18, 2010. My Job is Knowledge Operations Management (3D0X1). According to usmilitary.about.com under USAF enlisted jobs, Knowledge Operations Management personnel deploy, sustain, and manage data, information, and knowledge-sharing services in a fixed 'deployed' environment... I guess i'll have to wait until technical training to get a feel for what that means.<br /><br />A couple other random bits of information..<br />1.) I am officially 19!<br />2.) Currently coaching 6th grade girls basketball... and might I add- we kick some serious butt!!<br />3.) I have every season of House (thanks to Mom & Dad)<br />4.) I'm a happy camper :)<br /><br />-j.souza OUTJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01470665562480651422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796791365863057408.post-83623359457441758152010-01-08T23:10:00.000-08:002010-01-08T23:30:29.720-08:00I'm in love with Skype..It's true!! I can't get enough of it! I've been <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">skyping</span> (if that's even a word!) my friends in Tennessee and Cousin Patty!! Add me so we can <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Skype</span>!!<br />Jessica <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Souza</span> or my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">skype</span> name is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">jess</span>.<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">souza</span><br />I just had to throw that out there...that is not the real subject of this post.<br /><br />The real reason is the information I received while in my recruiters office today- and it's not good news!! Apparently the morons at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">MEPS</span> messed up my application and put my availability date as Feb. 2-Feb. 2 making me available for one day and one day only!!! AND they only put down that I listed one job!! So frustrating!! That is the reason why I have heard nothing about jobs lately! My recruiter is working on getting things straightened out so we'll see what happens!<br /><br />One of the guys I went to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">MEPS</span> with (very good looking guy if I might add) got a job already!! He leaves in May for Basic Training. His job is 3P031- Security Forces. The other girl that I met there is still playing the waiting game just as I am. Can I please book a job and get things <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">rollin</span>'! I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">soooo</span> tired of sitting around bored to death! Which reminds me, I actually have something to do starting next week. I am an after school basketball coach and that starts Monday from 3-4:30 a couple days a week. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">That'll</span> get me a little bit of cash <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">moneyyy</span>. I'm hoping I can save as much as possible so I can make a trip to TN to visit my friends who I haven't seen in about 6 months!! We'll just have to see how that goes along with everything else! I have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">DEP</span> Commander Call in the morning!! Patty- if you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">reeeallyy</span> want to find 125, come to a couple of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">DEP</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">CC's</span>! :)<br /><br />-j.<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">souza</span> OUT.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01470665562480651422noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796791365863057408.post-11187724398017008162009-12-29T23:26:00.000-08:002010-01-08T23:31:14.814-08:00Updates??<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikatGSXRf7XmsS1HuAqmm6waCvKnXbJBeoK8pvQ9fbAe7YlgxSEHxWXk76NS39ybxChIwvck8Z0DEdZagrnCJmr5qKlJ6zQUtoQGNijNBB-ggJmQXRt8KFmXn_3vVeWk6-Q2oWZwO_bdg/s1600-h/Picture0009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikatGSXRf7XmsS1HuAqmm6waCvKnXbJBeoK8pvQ9fbAe7YlgxSEHxWXk76NS39ybxChIwvck8Z0DEdZagrnCJmr5qKlJ6zQUtoQGNijNBB-ggJmQXRt8KFmXn_3vVeWk6-Q2oWZwO_bdg/s200/Picture0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423327496262230754" border="0" /></a>So I guess my BB isn't that cool, I cant blog from it...<br />SOOOOO....Oct. 13-14 I went to M.E.P.S. I was told I would know my<br />job, and the date I leave within 2-8 weeks. Since the first whole week doesn't count, Oct 19 would be week one; therefore, my countdown started Nov. 2. The end of 8 weeks happened to be Christmas Day. So now I just get to continue to wait. Also, since I'm so awesome, my recruiter made me DEP Commander! I'm not exactly sure what is entialed, but I have the title!!<br /><br />And on another note, I got a laptop-FINALLY! To the right is a quick pic of Lily and I just hangin' out.<br /><br />-j.souza OUT<br /><img src="file:///C:/Users/Jessica/Pictures/Web%20Cam%20Photos/Picture0009.jpg" alt="" />Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01470665562480651422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796791365863057408.post-67000307060933842072009-11-12T17:50:00.000-08:002009-11-12T18:07:14.562-08:00JAY-OH-BEEThat's right, it spells JOB. The thing I've been looking for... I just somehow happened to stumble upon two of them today. And the story begins......<br /><br />Well, a couple months ago (August-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ish</span>) I was in Clovis with cousin Patty looking for a job. I applied at numerous places, yet had no luck. I was hoping for a job at Red Robin since I already have experience from when I worked at RR in Tennessee. No calls or anything, so I went back to Bakersfield to try my luck there. Well, it wasn't so great and I've been jobless ever since (besides the NOR volleyball coaching, but I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">don't</span> count that).<br /><br />A new Forever 21 store is opening up in the mall this month, so my friend Blake and I went to the open interviews today to see if we could snatch a job. We both went through the process and he was asked to come back at 2 pm- I wasn't :( But I was NOT going to take no for an answer! I went back at 2 with him and somehow ended up getting a job. The only downer is that MANDATORY orientation is on Tues, Nov. 17 @ 10 am. I will not be in town because I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">committed</span> to being a medical shadow at Camp KEEP Nov. 16-20. I explained that to the people hosting the open interviews and they pretty much gave me a big fat, that sucks. The manager said I could re-apply when I returned from KEEP. This totally bummed me out, I just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">BS'd</span> my way into this job, and now I'm not even going to be able to do it.... Anyway, so Blake and I leave the mall and go to my last volleyball practice (which got cancelled due to rain-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">yay</span>!). Right as we were about to leave I got a phone call. It was Red Robin from Clovis. I had put in an app months ago and followed up for a couple weeks before I gave up on them. The guy, Richard, told me he wanted to set up an interview. I explained I would be gone the following week for Camp KEEP, so he set up an interview for Nov. 23 @ 2 pm. I'm really excited considering RR is where I wanted a job in the first place.<br /><br />The only problem with this whole mess is:<br />1.) I really want the Forever 21 job since it's in Bakersfield and I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">wouldn't</span> have to leave my friends...and parents.<br />2.) I CANT have the job at Forever 21 because I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">committed</span> to being a medical shadow at Camp KEEP months ago.<br />3.) I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">don't</span> want my parents mad at me for wanting the RR job in Clovis.<br />4.) There shouldn't be any problems...I JUST NEED A JOB!<br /><br />Besides all of that, I have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">DEP</span> Commander Call Saturday @ 9 am and my last volleyball game at 12:30. Then all next week <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">I'll</span> be at Camp KEEP!Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01470665562480651422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796791365863057408.post-27655904154929669502009-11-06T13:49:00.001-08:002009-11-06T14:08:24.038-08:00FAN.FREAKIN.TASTIC.1.) October 19 @ 11:30..<br /> 1. Already missed my curfew.<br /> 2. Heading out to a friends house with Blake.<br /> 3. GOT PULLED OVER!!<br />Yes, yes. I blog about it now, more than 2 weeks later because I JUST told my parents about it..must have slipped my mind. Now I sit and wait for the notice to come in the mail informing me of ticket price and court date. So much for not getting in trouble!!<br /><br />2.) No updates with Air Force, i'm still waiting for my call to tell me when I leavce and what my job will be. I just need to get in shape in stead of sitting on my lazy butt doing nothing all day! Anyone want to be my workout partner?! :)<br /><br />3.) Also, I am STILL unemployed. I just put in a job application at Big 5 Sporting Goods and Target. Hopefully I can get a job at one of those places!Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01470665562480651422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796791365863057408.post-49003210768222486212009-10-22T14:06:00.001-07:002009-10-22T14:31:48.749-07:00Air Force Updates!SO... where to start!<br />Tuesday Oct. 13-<br /> I had to show up at my recruiters office at 10:30 am. I waited with another guy from Air Force for the shuttle to take us to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">MEPS</span> for about an hour. When the shuttle arrived, we got on with a couple others from Army and Navy. We then had to drive to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Pasedena</span>, then Mojave and FINALLY made our way to LA. The guy that my recruiter sent me with was SO FINE! I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">texted</span> my recruiter telling her that he was "so fine" and she replied "go on with your bad self." HA! We stayed at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Raddisson</span> hotel right next to LAX. We got there around 2:30 pm, but couldn't check in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">until</span> 4:00. We sat around until we could check in then went up to our rooms for an hour or so before dinner. My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">roommate</span> for the night was an older woman who was joining the Army. She was 37, married and has 4 children. Dinner was a buffet style with some chicken and pasta salad, the goods. I ate and went back up to my room (by this time i was already exhausted!) I started to fall asleep around 730, but figured it was too early so i went downstairs to get an ice cream from the gift shop. I went to bed around 9.<br />Wednesday Oct. 14-<br /> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">YAY</span> for waking up at 3 am!!! I woke up, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">showered</span> got dressed and was down stairs by 3:45 am. I checked out, ate breakfast and went to catch the first shuttle to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">MEPS</span>. While out front waiting, I made a new friend :) She just moved to Bakersfield so we exchanged numbers and I told her I<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">'d</span> show her around. We got on the first shuttle at about 4:30 and made our way to the new <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">MEPS</span> location. This building was just recently built about 2 months ago. We went in, put our things away and checked in with our counselors. I got a name tag and headed up stairs for my full medical examination. I had a briefing, got my blood drawn, had a hearing test, vision test (which i failed my depth perception test!!!!) and then had a full body examination complete with flexibility tests and a pee test! I was done with all that by about 9:45 am. I had already been up for almost 7 hours!! Then came along <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">a lot</span> of sitting and waiting for the other people to get done. I swore in at around 3 pm then spent about 2 more hours waiting for everyone from our shuttle to complete their processing. We got back on the shuttle and did the whole driving route over again. I got back in town pretty late, but my recruiter had Subway waiting for Tyler and myself so that was AWESOME.<br /><br />All in all the process took FOREVER, but it was worth it because now it's official. I am in the U.S Air Force!! I just have to wait patiently for the next 2-8 weeks to get a call telling me when I leave and what my job is! I'm so excited!!<br /><br />Oh, and I have to be on my best behavior- no run ins with the cops, no tickets..NO TROUBLE :)<br />I'm not worried, now I just have to get in SHAPE!!!!<br /><br />ps Patty, i found 125, and i think 120 is right around the corner!Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01470665562480651422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796791365863057408.post-52674303319590904332009-09-30T18:13:00.000-07:002009-09-30T18:41:18.762-07:00Air Force, here I come!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2w__WOYELaFpyACEYJnqiuve7o6m9Z0Apz5jZ6g2NssRPkZxtnzKSSi3jRMxR1Zm3ltROTahHHtbUCcYB3zqoWpvcSLiStM0JZnZTySSpBXD5G_MD3mg104dZ8ywFuJQlZm85nicv3iM/s1600-h/air+force+logo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2w__WOYELaFpyACEYJnqiuve7o6m9Z0Apz5jZ6g2NssRPkZxtnzKSSi3jRMxR1Zm3ltROTahHHtbUCcYB3zqoWpvcSLiStM0JZnZTySSpBXD5G_MD3mg104dZ8ywFuJQlZm85nicv3iM/s320/air+force+logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387440096552488610" border="0" /></a><br />I know it's been quite some time since I updated my blog, so I figured now would be a great time to! I've been sick the last couple days with a head cold followed by a nasty cough, so I haven't done much; however, that's not the case for the last couple months. I have been constantly debating college vs. U.S Air Force and trying to decide what I'm going to do with my life!! It wasn't an easy decision and even though my family and friends were there for me, the choice between the two was ultimately up to me. I knew I'd love whichever I chose, but when it all came down to it my decision resided with the Air Force.<br /><br />I have been to the recruiter's office plenty of times to talk and find out as much as I could about enlisting. My friend Breanna Foley was also joining and left at the end of August, so I had an idea of the process since she was already going through it. Now it's my turn to take the first steps towards enlisting.<br /><br />Today I went in for my 1:00 appointment with Sgt. Jackson to start the whole process- step one: Fill out the USAF Background Application. After I complete this, I have to take it into my recruiter Monday at 8:30 sharp! She is planning to send me to MEPS (Military Entrance Processing Station) Tuesday and Wednesday, October 13/14. Despite how stressful this whole thing is, I am really excited to get it started!!Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01470665562480651422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5796791365863057408.post-7449457519704455222009-09-04T03:08:00.000-07:002009-09-04T03:26:51.708-07:00It's a start! Sort of...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgraRAU643u7DueJPEpZFybxEUZiPTk4rc2nrQ7l9cnjyMrZaJTYvZyC1-pLTH9XuAIhw94_oEq4smeg1kT9CJ8hGJBDs1UFkvO7ALqW8-OoLxpXuhbTO5XZ5LltRIy-P2Yi8lRoaA-LHo/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgraRAU643u7DueJPEpZFybxEUZiPTk4rc2nrQ7l9cnjyMrZaJTYvZyC1-pLTH9XuAIhw94_oEq4smeg1kT9CJ8hGJBDs1UFkvO7ALqW8-OoLxpXuhbTO5XZ5LltRIy-P2Yi8lRoaA-LHo/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377553414004111074" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I swear I'm going to buy a mac JUST for photo booth. BEST THING EVER!! (As you can see with my lovely snapshots)<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Welp, I dont really know where to begin with this whole thing, and I'd like to tell you my life story. However, considering it's 3:15 in the A.M., I'm going to leave that mess for a different day!</span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Yay for Bass Lake tomorrow, well today...in a couple hours.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I need to get in bed...NOW!</span></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01470665562480651422noreply@blogger.com0