Whaddup Becky!!!

Not Becky? That's OK. You can continue reading anyway...

So I've been fiddling (My husband loves it when I use that word. He just find it so amusing.) around on Facebook and have gotten back in touch with a few very important old friends. And by golly, am I happy about it!

While they are all on my mind, I think I'll introduce you guys, K?

We'll start with Becky, who I feel much more at ease calling by her last name but for the sake of her privacy we'll stick to Becky. Have I mentioned she is a writer and I am freaking out that the whole time she is reading this she'll be all, "Geez, Sarah! What's with all the improper grammar and excessive use of punctuation??" No, I haven't told you because I haven't told you anything about her yet. Thanks for your patience.

Anyway, so it's the first day of Basic Training and the Drill Sergeants are doing a "shakedown" which is wear you dump all your stuff and they make sure you have all the stuff you'll need and none of the stuff you aren't supposed to have. Anyway, I'm lined up next to this girl who is SHORTER than me! I've always been the tiny one. How dare she be short! Anyway, I'm scared to death cause the DS is screaming so fast and loud, telling us how many pairs of black socks we should have, how many god-awful ugly brown washcloths and how many summer and winter BDU tops we should be throwing back into our duffel bags. And while I'm shaking and wondering what in the hell a BDU top is and how in the hell I'm supposed to know which is winter or summer, this tiny girl keeps whispering questions like, "How many socks did he say?" and "Are we supposed to put our boots in yet?"

All I wanted to do was say, "Could you please shut your freakin' mouth so I can try to get this right?" But I didn't. I helped her, and as it turns out, she helped me. You see we ended up being friends. And when I discovered that my assigned battle buddy had a horrible problem with body odor, she worked it out somehow that we would share a tent instead of me being stuck with Private Stinky-Girl.

Becky was a great runner, and I sucked. Becky smelled like meat after a run, and wasn't afraid to let everyone know it. "Smell me. Seriously! I smell like meat. No really! Just smell me!" She was hi-friggin-larious and made those long, hot weeks away from family and the outside world one of the best times of my life.

Like I've mentioned before, our training was co-ed. And, as you might imagine, we did our fair share of flirting to pass the time. Who wouldn't when you surrounded by buff dudes sweating all over the place? Anyway, somewhere toward the end, as Becky and I were picking out our next conquests, she mentioned she might want to go after the Albanian guy.

I encouraged her to go after the guy from the Virgin Islands instead. After a little debate, she conceded. I went after the Albanian instead. I told him to write me a letter so he could practice his English and I could give him pointers. I'm gonna have to share that letter with you guys another time. But in case you haven't put two and two together yet, he's that guy that I married and had babies with!

So, thanks for that Becky! Can't wait to hear about what you've been up to these past 8 years. Dang! Has it really been that long??