All that was missing was my weapon! Now that I’ve acquired it, I officially deem myself the newest member of Charlie’s Angels. Similar to Alex, I also can’t cook for shit. Now that I’m armed, I have officially achieved my dream of becoming one of Charlie’s Angels! I mean, I already had all the qualities of an Angel beforehand – the goofiness and charisma of Natalie, the fearlessness and badassery of Dylan, and the sophistication, class, and smarts of Alex. Our commanders led a “GUNS 101” session, where we learned how to break apart/put together our weapons, and different combat stances you could hold your gun in. Because he’s all about that RAWR when he enters a room. One major highlight of the week was finally receiving our guns! First pic of me and my boiii “Aryeh” (Lion in Hebrew). Like, I could totally join my college’s cross country team now. It was the farthest I’ve pushed myself physically in a long time, and I’m v proud. I reached the finish line like I just won the Nobel Prize for my standards, running 3 KM in under 20 minutes is on the same level. The inner Forrest Gump in me compelled me to keep pushing till the very end, and I miraculously made it with two minutes to spare. I almost died on the run, gasping for air and stopping for several breaks along the way, despite the commanders’ encouragement to keep on going. My original plan was to half-ass the run, but we were told that if we didn’t pass, we would have to run again next week, and there was no way in hell I was gonna allow that to happen. Scratch that – I didn’t partake in physical activity in college either. These mere 3 kilometers may seem like a joke to many of you, but to give you some context into my sad couch potato life, I haven’t partaken in physical activity since college graduation. I passed the 11 push-ups with flying colors, alas, the 3 KM almost killed me. In order to pass, girls had to carry out at least 11 push-ups and run 3 KM within 20 minutes. There’s nothing I love more than pushing my body to the limit at 5 AM, so this was obvi going to be a walk in the park for me. The Samelet is basically the president of the Moledet Sorority, the commanders are her minions, and the privates (yours truly) are the pledges at the very bottom of the social caste.Īfter some good, wholesome hazing at the beginning of the week, it was time for the “Bar-Or”, the physical health test! So much yay! I’ve never been more excited for anything in my entire life. At this point, it legit started to feel more like a sisterhood than the military. Somewhere within all her verbal abuse, she also mentioned her the values she holds dear to her heart, and specifically highlighted “friendship” as the most important one. The Samelet on nights where discipline is at its peak: We also had to respond with “Ken, HaSamelet!”/ “Yes, Sargent!” to every one of her commands, which brought back the “Yes, Daddy!” vibes from the first week. She had us run back and forth over and over again, do push-ups on gravel that fucked up my delicate, upper class hands, and yelled about how shitty we are as soldiers. She’s basically the Head Bitch of Discipline (HOD for short) on the course, so it’s her job to act like a total psycho to get us to do her bidding. However, just like I was capable of getting over the fact that there are no available men in my course, I will persevere through the early AF mornings, the lack of personal time, and being the commander’s bitch for the next month and a half.īecause by the time this is all over, the army’s totally gonna be my bitch, not the other way around.Īt the beginning of Week 2, they whipped out the Samelet (Sargent) on us. Waking up at the ass crack of dawn every morning makes every day blend into the next because I’m never 100% conscious, so I’m still trying to make sense of what the hell happened this week. It fits fine but can we say Remus was enthusiastic about it? Nope □ HA such a grumpy buckskin.Guns N’ Roses, Our Jerusalem Tour, and Surviving the Infamous “Bar-Or” And on all these cold days in February, we all need smiles I am sure. I couldn’t wait to try it on my very own buckskin Minion.
Small world!! Such details and just wrapped nicely and neatly!
Especially for a small business! And she is very close to me, looks like she is right over by the Bay Bridge in Maryland from the address. The service was fast (She even apologized for the delay with a handwritten note, but from buying it to getting it was less than a week so I think that is a win in my book). I would totally recommend this company for bonnets. Guys, the eyes swivel and move, I was laughing so hard and I hadn’t even tried it on Remus yet. Wrapped perfectly in a jiffy envelope and even wrapped better inside.
The things I do to my horse!! Right? Anyway, the Minion has landed! It got here Friday afternoon.