Motivated

I'm guessing JellyBean is going to be my mentor on my journey to becoming a Marine.

Every morning at O'Dark-thirty, she is waking me up. Now if we lived on a farm and there were cows to be milked and fresh chicken eggs to be collected I'd be in luck. BUT SWEET SNEAKERS OF LOVE AVA I LIKE MY SLEEP SO STOP IT.

Since CplDad got home things have been interesting. Well, he is already getting on my nerves and I wish he'd go back. Am kidding, by the way. Things are lovely and simple. I won't say things are normal, since he has been home he has had to work every day. I've been swamped by school finals and projects, and have had little time to actually spend with him. I won't lie though, it is a spectacular feeling knowing I have help with these dang kids.

I was sitting on the couch today and typing up a report when I realized the book I needed was on the complete oposite side of the house, in my bedroom. "Shit," I though. "Now I have to get my lazy ass up.....WAIT."

Snicker.

Giggle.

"CplDad! I loooooooooooooooove you. I mean, I looooooooove you like a fat kid loves cake. I looooooooove you like the lawn loves rain. I loooooooove you like Bobby and Whitney like to fight then make up....I.."

"What do you want?"

"Mah book. That really heavy one in the room."

"pfft, Chh."



Hells yea!!! I'm not alone anymore! Now the great debate is on over which Military Ocupational Specialty (MOS) I shall choose. I know what I want, and CplDad knows what he wants me to want. Right then.

Well, I'm out like a fat kid in dodgeball. I have so much ish to do around here, dear Lawd.