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Looking back at 2009 and Forward to 2010

Looking Back at 2009:

2009 was a rough year for me and for most of my friends. In all honesty, I’m glad it’s over.

It’s not that rough years are bad. Rough years can teach you (or remind you) how self sufficient you really are. They honestly build character. They teach you how to get through things, calmly, quietly, and efficiently. They’re important. However, being important doesn’t mean they’re pleasant.

This year I was robbed twice in a row; I lost everything of value except for my Hiking gear. They left some other things that they wouldn’t consider of value (like my crochet hook and yarn) and other things they didn’t see (my clarinet). Thankfully my iPod was in my messenger bag which was with me at the time.

It’s charming to be paying off a bank loan for a laptop I no longer own, but it is what it is. The financial loss was – and remains – significant. However, I’m making due, I have a roof over my head, and a job with job security until the end of my tour of duty.

Rather than reflect on the bad, I’d rather reflect on the good as I move on – joyfully, calmly, and expectantly – into 2010.

This past year I further defined my position in the IDF Ground Forces Foreign Relations Branch. I got to stand on a tank while doing field work after an all-nighter with an incredibly appreciative battalion commander. It was my job to prepare him and his staff for their presentation at a live-fire demonstration in front of a foreign army the next day. I succeeded. For my work in the Foreign Relations Branch I was awarded a Certificate of Excellence by the Ground Forces Chief of Staff (a Brigadier General) which was pretty neat.

My Hebrew has improved by leaps and bounds (though admittedly not as fast or as much as I would like it to have improved). I, in an incredibly strange turn of events, have found a love for learning Hebrew Grammar (my area in Linguistics is Applied Linguistics and Sociolinguistics…I’ve always left Grammar as an area of study to people who wore jackets with pads on the elbows and I never enjoyed studying English Grammar in depth…it’s the one thing I hate teaching most…but life is funny that way).

I went camping quite a few times (though I didn’t go hiking as much as I wanted to, compromise is a part of life and that’s the way it goes sometimes). I had the pleasure of visiting my first Kibbutz (Ma’agan Michael) many times to say hello to both my cows and to my friends who still call Ma’agan Michael home and spent many a night falling asleep on the beach.

December 27, 2009 I celebrated my second anniversary in Israel. It’s hard to imagine that it’s been two years already, the time has just flown by (I remember getting picked up by

nir1 after I landed and heading for coffee as if it were just yesterday; though I miss having nir1 around as if he’s been gone for decades).

I spent thirty wonderful days in New York City, Long Island, New Jersey, Buffalo, and West Palm Beach visiting my family and friends who I have missed beyond words.

I realized this year that most (if not all) of the friends that I’ve made in Israel didn’t know I had hobbies. I discovered the reason for this was because I’ve been flying by the seat of my pants since landing (Ulpan on Kibbutz Ma’agan Michael, Moving to Tel-Aviv, Basic Training, Moving to Kibbutz Zikim, Serving in the IDF) that I haven’t had the time, or the place, to do any of them (it’s been two years of wonderful exhaustion).

I’ve taken the words of Rabbi Hillel to heart recently and have stopped saying “when I have time” (since I may never have it) and have just started to do them again…and it’s been more stress-relieving than anything you can find in any pill.

Forward to 2010 and Beyond:

2010 will be another incredibly active year. My priorities for this year, however, are my family, my friends, and myself. I look forward to a healthier year, I look forward to a year filled with more laughter, with more days spent at the beach, and with just a little bit more hiking and camping in between. I look forward to a year of writing, emailing, blogging and staying in touch with my pen-pals who have been beyond patient with me.

This year I want a year of just enough: just enough food, just enough money, just enough opportunities, just enough luck. I look forward to creating and studying and learning every day throughout the year.

I’ll be finishing the army in 533 days since some very speshul bureaucratic snowflakes who manage the budget for the IDF Ground Forces Foreign Relations Branch couldn’t possibly understand why they would need to create a line item in the budget to retain a linguist and ESL teacher on the FRB staff (I’m their only linguist…since mostly, like all other areas of the army, they’re staffed by 18-21 year old conscripts). However, of the 533 days only 337 are days that are actually spent on base. It’s actually even less than 337 days since while that number does take into account my two, 30 day trips to the United States over the next two years it doesn’t take into account my 30 free-floating vacation days over the next two years, nor does it take into account ‘fun days,’ trips with the army, etc.

By the time I finish my service in the IDF I’ll have served somewhere around six times the required amount of service for someone who immigrated at my age. I’ll be leaving the army (providing everything goes the way it should) as a Staff Sergeant which is something I can also be okay with. This isn’t how I wanted to end this position, not on the terms that I wanted to end this position, but it’s not always up to me.

The opportunity for my commander to make me an Academic Officer (the requirements of which I surpass by miles) sadly fell through (due to the aforementioned bureaucratic snowflakes). I don’t take the decision personally. The ever growing pile of recommendation forms and letters that I receive from my students after each course also lets me know that the decision wasn’t based on any professional shortcomings on my end.

In all fairness, I was offered the opportunity to go to the Officers School for Human Resources but the offer wasn’t tempting enough to make me want to give up my position in the Foreign Relations Branch. I love what I do at the FRB, I love who I work with and to ask me to give up meeting armies from around the world and teaching Brigadier Generals, Colonels and on down the rank to Private, to ask me to give up doing fieldwork, to ask me to give up all this to then go and do nothing more than count vacation days wasn’t worth it.

I complete my tour of duty on June 19, 2011 happy for having had the opportunity to serve my country, thankful that I was able to fight myself into a position where I was able to make a difference instead of being handed the keys to a truck and being shoved aside as all too many immigrants are in the IDF. I know I will leave a much better person for serving. I have given (and will continue) to give a lot to the IDF and I have learned (and will continue to learn) a lot throughout the remainder of my service.

After I finish I’ll be accepting a teaching position somewhere to pay off any residual debt incurred from serving in the army (I make about $196.00US a month and even with living a very, very mellow lifestyle it falls far short of meeting my requirements). After a few years of teaching and living like a pauper I look forward to getting back on course and traveling, taking a slew of language courses in both Hebrew and Arabic before entering Graduate School and working on my MA in Israel so I can afford to work on my Ph.D. in the United States.

Still incredibly important to me is to travel and write; it still doesn’t matter to me if I have to finance that by working in a kitchen, washing dishes, doing construction, washing floors. There are too many countries to see, too many people to meet. I just have to work it in with my career track and balance it with my (oddly growing) desire to create some kind of family.

“Use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without.”

I love to sew. I mean, I really really love to sew. After seeing a meme posted by

angeltorcida in handmade_gifts I now have a wonderful group of people to make things for.

I love what I do…sure…you could be the President of the United States…an Astronaut…Doctor…Spelunker…but it can never quite compare to how amazing it is to work with languages. It’s not that I’m biased, but I quite clearly have the best job in the known universe.

That said, as creative as I get to be on a daily basis…I realized that I also need to do something tactile, and creative in a different way to de-stress and work a different kind of creativity in my mind. While I don’t see myself ever ‘sewing professionally’ so to speak, you can certainly expect to see an Etsy store in short order…along with a table at craft fairs, and maybe an Artist Alley or two in the future.

Free gifts will continue to flow. I’ll be doing the five free gifts meme at least once every two months (to make sure I have projects to work on at work on slow days or while traveling). I’ll do it more or less depending on how quickly I get projects done.

Daily (or near daily) blogging should now once again be taken for granted which means that

ladymaidmarian should start working out and stretching her page-down finger…I’d hate for her to pull something…I haven’t been posting as much as I used to and her page down finger may be out of practice… 😉

Okay, time for bed.

My Last Post For 2009!

Well, my last post for this decade…the post I wrote about yesterday will be up in a couple of hours (I’m enjoying some sewing at the moment while watching Nero Wolfe and relaxing after the past week before I dive into writing for a bit). However, before the clock towers here in Israel ring their final bells for 2009 I wanted to wish everyone a wonderful New Year. May you all have a year filled with nothing but joy, financial security, friends, happiness, laughter, good books, good coffee and plenty of work.

With all my love…let’s ring in 2010 as a year for rest, family, self sufficiency and (as the gentleman who rides the same bus I do every evening said) one that’s just nice…strolling along with just enough bumps to make it interesting…nothing grand, just nice.

My Last Post For 2009!

Well, my last post for this decade…the post I wrote about yesterday will be up in a couple of hours (I’m enjoying some sewing at the moment while watching Nero Wolfe and relaxing after the past week before I dive into writing for a bit). However, before the clock towers here in Israel ring their final bells for 2009 I wanted to wish everyone a wonderful New Year. May you all have a year filled with nothing but joy, financial security, friends, happiness, laughter, good books, good coffee and plenty of work.

With all my love…let’s ring in 2010 as a year for rest, family, self sufficiency and (as the gentleman who rides the same bus I do every evening said) one that’s just nice…strolling along with just enough bumps to make it interesting…nothing grand, just nice.

Teaser posts…no…I don’t know what on EARTH you could be talking about…

At least 100 years ago I had started writing a bunch of entries, but I’ve been exhausted recently and hadn’t finished them mostly because it was uncomfortable to type for long periods of time due to lack of a desk.

Anyway, thanks to stoicdaydreamer I now have two sawhorses and a flat plank of wood which means that after two years of moving around, six months on one Kibbutz, then Basic Training up north and then finally moving to my current Kibbutz I once again have a workspace…this is also the first time in two years that I’m actually settled anywhere…which is a remarkable feeling!

Tomorrow night through Saturday I’m going through all of my email, facebook messages, comments and responding…I really do appreciate everyone bearing with me over the past…well…two years.

Other recent developments are that I’ve made some very cool new LJ friends this week (welcome to the blog)…and I’ve gotten back into crafting full swing so as to avoid having to prepare a “he needed a killing” defense…but more on that tomorrow as well.

Tomorrow (and coincidentally the New Year – just happened to work that way) brings with it a new period of my life which should be pretty neat.

Right now I’m cold, wet, and slightly sniffley thanks to whoever didn’t wash their hands on base which means I’m going to put my feet up and watch some Nero Wolfe (thank you covarla) before I a pass out for the night. Tomorrow I’m up as usual at 0520 and I’ll be home at 1900-1930 to start my weekend.

Peace, Love & Hummus.

Teaser posts…no…I don’t know what on EARTH you could be talking about…

At least 100 years ago I had started writing a bunch of entries, but I’ve been exhausted recently and hadn’t finished them mostly because it was uncomfortable to type for long periods of time due to lack of a desk.

Anyway, thanks to

stoicdaydreamer I now have two sawhorses and a flat plank of wood which means that after two years of moving around, six months on one Kibbutz, then Basic Training up north and then finally moving to my current Kibbutz I once again have a workspace…this is also the first time in two years that I’m actually settled anywhere…which is a remarkable feeling!

Tomorrow night through Saturday I’m going through all of my email, facebook messages, comments and responding…I really do appreciate everyone bearing with me over the past…well…two years.

Other recent developments are that I’ve made some very cool new LJ friends this week (welcome to the blog)…and I’ve gotten back into crafting full swing so as to avoid having to prepare a “he needed a killing” defense…but more on that tomorrow as well.

Tomorrow (and coincidentally the New Year – just happened to work that way) brings with it a new period of my life which should be pretty neat.

Right now I’m cold, wet, and slightly sniffley thanks to whoever didn’t wash their hands on base which means I’m going to put my feet up and watch some Nero Wolfe (thank you

covarla) before I a pass out for the night. Tomorrow I’m up as usual at 0520 and I’ll be home at 1900-1930 to start my weekend.

Peace, Love & Hummus.

Will Wheaton, Twitter, The Muppets, The Army, A Mirror & Sex

Will Wheaton, Twitter, The Muppets, The Army, A Mirror & Sex

So I’ve been having some seriously messed up dreams lately…seriously, seriously, seriously messed up dreams. So…

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ dreamscape…fuzzy stuff…unicorns…whatever ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

I’m in the car sitting next to an incredibly attractive, bestubbled Will Wheaton. Since in dreams you know things, I knew that we were about to get it on…now, I follow Will Wheaton on Twitter and I wanted to make sure that I made it known that I was about to get it on with the guy who played Wesley Crusher…a little “I’m about to get laid by @wilw” if you will…but the problem is that I didn’t remember in my dream that Will Wheaton’s twitter name is wilw, I thought it was Will Wheaton and for the life of me I couldn’t remember how to spell Wheaton correctly…and I’ve been having spelling issues all week since I’ve been going back and forth from Hebrew to English and English to Hebrew and I’ve been studying Hebrew grammar so I’ve essentially been the LAST model picked to stay on by the skin of her teeth on America’s Next Top Linguist all week, if you know what I mean…and I just kept holding the phone in my hands, looking at it, trying to get the twitter entry to work properly.

Anyway, so we’re all of a sudden on patrol in IDF uniforms (because all I ever do during guard duty is patrol…and the last time I did it, it was two hours on, four hours off for four days, and it was rainy…so my feet have been hating me now that I’m back to just being a linguist again until my next round of guard duty).

So Will Wheaton and I are on patrol and I’m excited because I’m hoping that we’re gunna get it on then and there…part way down the patrol path, next to the fence, I see that there’s a big ass mirror and, like in real life, when I see something on base and no one’s there…it gets creatively acquired…so I go to creatively acquire the mirror (which had a crack in the lower right hand corner, like, the corner was snapped off Jaws style) and then I realize that there’s either a wedding…or a funeral…or a wedding funeral across the way (on the other side of the fence) and now they’re all looking at me so I pulled a “oh…my bad…I was just moving the mirror…wasn’t gunna steal it”

Now…in many of my dreams over the past few months, there’s this place that’s inside of a cave…and you go in, and it’s all stone, and there’s water in front of you after this stone patio…to the left is another stoney area with a small wall you can sit on, and along the large walls that comprise the cave are the indentations (in stone) of what used to be private viewing booths…and so Will Wheaton turns to me and goes “This is where the Muppets used to film the Muppet Show” and fuck yes, Will Wheaton was right…this IS where it was (clearly some kind of archaeological find) and in all of my dreams, I never stepped into the water…but fucking Ensign Wesley Crusher feels the need to and he goes and steps right in…causing the entire room to swirl around and start to go into this clearly wizardly crap….and then I woke up, not having gotten laid by Wesley…I think my phone woke me.

Anyway…more blogging in a moment…I need some hot soup…and to send some emails.

Will Wheaton, Twitter, The Muppets, The Army, A Mirror & Sex

Will Wheaton, Twitter, The Muppets, The Army, A Mirror & Sex

So I’ve been having some seriously messed up dreams lately…seriously, seriously, seriously messed up dreams. So…

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ dreamscape…fuzzy stuff…unicorns…whatever ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

I’m in the car sitting next to an incredibly attractive, bestubbled Will Wheaton. Since in dreams you know things, I knew that we were about to get it on…now, I follow Will Wheaton on Twitter and I wanted to make sure that I made it known that I was about to get it on with the guy who played Wesley Crusher…a little “I’m about to get laid by @wilw” if you will…but the problem is that I didn’t remember in my dream that Will Wheaton’s twitter name is wilw, I thought it was Will Wheaton and for the life of me I couldn’t remember how to spell Wheaton correctly…and I’ve been having spelling issues all week since I’ve been going back and forth from Hebrew to English and English to Hebrew and I’ve been studying Hebrew grammar so I’ve essentially been the LAST model picked to stay on by the skin of her teeth on America’s Next Top Linguist all week, if you know what I mean…and I just kept holding the phone in my hands, looking at it, trying to get the twitter entry to work properly.

Anyway, so we’re all of a sudden on patrol in IDF uniforms (because all I ever do during guard duty is patrol…and the last time I did it, it was two hours on, four hours off for four days, and it was rainy…so my feet have been hating me now that I’m back to just being a linguist again until my next round of guard duty).

So Will Wheaton and I are on patrol and I’m excited because I’m hoping that we’re gunna get it on then and there…part way down the patrol path, next to the fence, I see that there’s a big ass mirror and, like in real life, when I see something on base and no one’s there…it gets creatively acquired…so I go to creatively acquire the mirror (which had a crack in the lower right hand corner, like, the corner was snapped off Jaws style) and then I realize that there’s either a wedding…or a funeral…or a wedding funeral across the way (on the other side of the fence) and now they’re all looking at me so I pulled a “oh…my bad…I was just moving the mirror…wasn’t gunna steal it”

Now…in many of my dreams over the past few months, there’s this place that’s inside of a cave…and you go in, and it’s all stone, and there’s water in front of you after this stone patio…to the left is another stoney area with a small wall you can sit on, and along the large walls that comprise the cave are the indentations (in stone) of what used to be private viewing booths…and so Will Wheaton turns to me and goes “This is where the Muppets used to film the Muppet Show” and fuck yes, Will Wheaton was right…this IS where it was (clearly some kind of archaeological find) and in all of my dreams, I never stepped into the water…but fucking Ensign Wesley Crusher feels the need to and he goes and steps right in…causing the entire room to swirl around and start to go into this clearly wizardly crap….and then I woke up, not having gotten laid by Wesley…I think my phone woke me.

Anyway…more blogging in a moment…I need some hot soup…and to send some emails.

Dec. 25th, 2009

Two Weeks Ago

Sunday was a usual Sunday, most of it was sent finishing my summary for the recent group of examinees.

Tuesday nights I teach in Tel Aviv. I taught and after I went to see Shirah. I went snack shopping for guard duty (which I was supposed to start at 0900 on Wednesday by picking up my rifle and then reporting in at 1600hrs to begin guarding).

Wednesday I arrived on base at 0843hrs and I went to my office, dropped some things off and headed to pick up my weapon. For whatever reason, security asked me when I last re-certified at the range (I was a bit shocked…mostly because I’m not used to the security office actually doing their job). I checked my firing card, turns out I’m two months expired. Shit.

In theory (very…very…very…theoretical theory) it’s our Company Sergeant Majors job to keep track of all this, since he has to find an officer to take us shooting every six months…but in neither in theory nor in practice does it work…

What those of you who are not in the IDF need to know is that the IDF uses words like CSM and Non Commissioned Officer in ways that make the US Army, Navy, Air Force and Marine Corps cringe…because they don’t mean the same things here that they do in the US (…or in any other army, anywhere)…and we’re an egalitarian army too…which means that the level of respect afforded to someone is almost entirely based on their position in the army and their thoughts on Bamba…not on their rank.

As I was saying…I went back to the base commander (who I was then sure would wonder why this ‘problem soldier’ keept coming to his office) and I explained to him the situation. He told me to find an officer in my branch who can take me shooting. I walk to find one. Turns out I have no officers in my branch who can take me shooting, they’re all busy. I walk back to the base commander. He tells me to call my direct commander (a Lt. Colonel) and have him come from HQ to take my shooting. I walk out of his office and call my commander, prefacing it with a “don’t shoot the messenger” and am promptly told that he has a meeting and can’t come and take me shooting (which I knew). I walked back to the Base Commanders office and explain the situation. He managed to find a driver to take me and another soldier to a basic training base and I’m told to find an officer there and have her see me let off five rounds and to call it a day!

Now…I have pins on my uniform…I have rank on my uniform…I am very much not in basic training…this, however, didn’t stop a low-level 2nd Lieutenant (who was pretty confused when we told her all she had to do was visually confirm that I shot five rounds) from flipping her shit when she realized I was carrying more than five bullets (whenever I’m walking around with an M16 I always have at least two clips on me)…after some explaining that no, I am not in fact in basic training, she demanded to call my commanding officer…I told her she was more than welcome to call the Lt. Colonel to let him know that I was – as I’m supposed to – carrying the requisite number of clips…she said that she’d rather just sign the form and wished us a good day.

So, back to base we went!

I was on “single patrol” (פטרול יחיד) on Wednesday night/Thursday morning. At around 0100hrs I heard something crash, so I called it in on the radio and waited with my M16 at the ready for an officer to come and check it out with me.

Sure enough, about two seconds after the officer arrived, a man dressed in black sweatpants and a black t-shirt comes out of a room. As stoicdaydreamer said, all he needed was a ski mask. As it turns out, he was a soldier (just out of uniform), who was on turn-duty that night to man a war room…he was lucky I didn’t shoot him on general principle.

That morning I did “Trampiada” where you make sure soldiers don’t hitchhike or get kidnapped, and then I was on rapid responder until noon. Fortunately, by 1300hrs I had returned my weapon and was comfortably back in my office.

Thursday night my commander and I were invited to take part in a Thanksgiving dinner by an American Lt. Colonel that we sometimes find ourselves working with and I was thankful to have the chance to enjoy some stuffing, traditional pumpkin dishes, and a festive holiday environment.

Friday night I crashed at Shirah’s apartment and woke up and made my way to Ashkelon in the early afternoon (I’ve had a cold that’s been following me so Jerusalem been postponed by a few weeks). As I was waiting for my bus a security worker came up to me and told me to move, there was a suspicious bag at the end of where I was sitting.

In Israel, you learn to never – ever – leave your bag or package somewhere unattended (not for lack of reason) and so I quickly complied.

What I found shocking was that some of the younger children were arguing with the security detail, and someone in their 20-30s tried to shove the police officer out of his way when attempting to find his bus (which wasn’t there, due to the bomb scare).

I noticed that crowds were building (since Sunday and Friday are notorious days for travel in Israel) and didn’t like that if something were to happen, there was lots of glass around (and metal poles that would make it difficult to leave). Taking a lesson from a family friend of ours, who’s father was a Marine, I kept my head down and made my way out – her father had seen quite a few guys not make it out because they wanted to see what was going on.

I called my Kibbutz and asked them when the next shuttle would be in Ahsqelon and was happy to hear that I only had to wait another hour. I made my way home and slept, woke up for dinner, came back and slept…and sleeping, resting, and drinking fluids is what I’ve been doing most of the weekend.

Last Week

So we’re currently in the budget planning phase, what this means is that I should have my answer soon as to whether or not we’ll receive the line item which will allow me to be promoted to an Academic Officer. If not, then in 1 year, six months, and 18 days I’ll be heading to teach High School in Israel while working on my masters degree. My teaching options are right now an offer to teach in Jerusalem, the potential to teach in Ashkelon, the

I am rediculously behind in email…I cannot wait to buy a desk this month so I can have a place to sit for more than five minutes that doesn’t send my back into fits while hunching over a keyboard.

Today

Dec. 25th, 2009

Two Weeks Ago

Sunday was a usual Sunday, most of it was sent finishing my summary for the recent group of examinees.

Tuesday nights I teach in Tel Aviv. I taught and after I went to see Shirah. I went snack shopping for guard duty (which I was supposed to start at 0900 on Wednesday by picking up my rifle and then reporting in at 1600hrs to begin guarding).

Wednesday I arrived on base at 0843hrs and I went to my office, dropped some things off and headed to pick up my weapon. For whatever reason, security asked me when I last re-certified at the range (I was a bit shocked…mostly because I’m not used to the security office actually doing their job). I checked my firing card, turns out I’m two months expired. Shit.

In theory (very…very…very…theoretical theory) it’s our Company Sergeant Majors job to keep track of all this, since he has to find an officer to take us shooting every six months…but in neither in theory nor in practice does it work…

What those of you who are not in the IDF need to know is that the IDF uses words like CSM and Non Commissioned Officer in ways that make the US Army, Navy, Air Force and Marine Corps cringe…because they don’t mean the same things here that they do in the US (…or in any other army, anywhere)…and we’re an egalitarian army too…which means that the level of respect afforded to someone is almost entirely based on their position in the army and their thoughts on Bamba…not on their rank.

As I was saying…I went back to the base commander (who I was then sure would wonder why this ‘problem soldier’ keept coming to his office) and I explained to him the situation. He told me to find an officer in my branch who can take me shooting. I walk to find one. Turns out I have no officers in my branch who can take me shooting, they’re all busy. I walk back to the base commander. He tells me to call my direct commander (a Lt. Colonel) and have him come from HQ to take my shooting. I walk out of his office and call my commander, prefacing it with a “don’t shoot the messenger” and am promptly told that he has a meeting and can’t come and take me shooting (which I knew). I walked back to the Base Commanders office and explain the situation. He managed to find a driver to take me and another soldier to a basic training base and I’m told to find an officer there and have her see me let off five rounds and to call it a day!

Now…I have pins on my uniform…I have rank on my uniform…I am very much not in basic training…this, however, didn’t stop a low-level 2nd Lieutenant (who was pretty confused when we told her all she had to do was visually confirm that I shot five rounds) from flipping her shit when she realized I was carrying more than five bullets (whenever I’m walking around with an M16 I always have at least two clips on me)…after some explaining that no, I am not in fact in basic training, she demanded to call my commanding officer…I told her she was more than welcome to call the Lt. Colonel to let him know that I was – as I’m supposed to – carrying the requisite number of clips…she said that she’d rather just sign the form and wished us a good day.

So, back to base we went!

I was on “single patrol” (פטרול יחיד) on Wednesday night/Thursday morning. At around 0100hrs I heard something crash, so I called it in on the radio and waited with my M16 at the ready for an officer to come and check it out with me.

Sure enough, about two seconds after the officer arrived, a man dressed in black sweatpants and a black t-shirt comes out of a room. As

stoicdaydreamer said, all he needed was a ski mask. As it turns out, he was a soldier (just out of uniform), who was on turn-duty that night to man a war room…he was lucky I didn’t shoot him on general principle.

That morning I did “Trampiada” where you make sure soldiers don’t hitchhike or get kidnapped, and then I was on rapid responder until noon. Fortunately, by 1300hrs I had returned my weapon and was comfortably back in my office.

Thursday night my commander and I were invited to take part in a Thanksgiving dinner by an American Lt. Colonel that we sometimes find ourselves working with and I was thankful to have the chance to enjoy some stuffing, traditional pumpkin dishes, and a festive holiday environment.

Friday night I crashed at Shirah’s apartment and woke up and made my way to Ashkelon in the early afternoon (I’ve had a cold that’s been following me so Jerusalem been postponed by a few weeks). As I was waiting for my bus a security worker came up to me and told me to move, there was a suspicious bag at the end of where I was sitting.

In Israel, you learn to never – ever – leave your bag or package somewhere unattended (not for lack of reason) and so I quickly complied.

What I found shocking was that some of the younger children were arguing with the security detail, and someone in their 20-30s tried to shove the police officer out of his way when attempting to find his bus (which wasn’t there, due to the bomb scare).

I noticed that crowds were building (since Sunday and Friday are notorious days for travel in Israel) and didn’t like that if something were to happen, there was lots of glass around (and metal poles that would make it difficult to leave). Taking a lesson from a family friend of ours, who’s father was a Marine, I kept my head down and made my way out – her father had seen quite a few guys not make it out because they wanted to see what was going on.

I called my Kibbutz and asked them when the next shuttle would be in Ahsqelon and was happy to hear that I only had to wait another hour. I made my way home and slept, woke up for dinner, came back and slept…and sleeping, resting, and drinking fluids is what I’ve been doing most of the weekend.

Last Week

So we’re currently in the budget planning phase, what this means is that I should have my answer soon as to whether or not we’ll receive the line item which will allow me to be promoted to an Academic Officer. If not, then in 1 year, six months, and 18 days I’ll be heading to teach High School in Israel while working on my masters degree. My teaching options are right now an offer to teach in Jerusalem, the potential to teach in Ashkelon, the

I am rediculously behind in email…I cannot wait to buy a desk this month so I can have a place to sit for more than five minutes that doesn’t send my back into fits while hunching over a keyboard.

Today

Football

I know next to nothing about football. I know that I like football players, or men in football gear whether they’re football players or not (love the shoulder pads)…but I honestly have no idea what’s going on at any given point in time during an actual game of football.

Last week I was invited by a certain US Army attache to attend a Superbowl party at his house (which is also where I spent thanksgiving, which was lovely). Due to my position in the Foreign Relations Branch I’m not really able to decline these kinds of invitations (the whole putting attaches first, building bridges, etc).

Now, before you remind me that I can use it as an excuse to drink free beer…the attache is Mormon, there will be no beer (of coffee).

That being said, if anyone cares to give me a dummies guide run down to football, it would be much appreciated. I called my father, but he was laughing too hard (he’s been trying to get me to a Superbowl party for twenty something years).

Now, time to head to the concert on the Kibbutz before a friend comes over much later tonight…I’m hoping to catch up on studying, blogging and emailing tomorrow.