Bye-Bye tiny base

To everyone, I am sorry about the recent block to my site. Eventhough I have everyone that is appropriate checking it out which includes 2 different corporations, the Military and the Taliban- (that I thank for giving me importance) checking my blog site and even a censor that helps and cuts all the good  stuff out, there was still an issue that was brought to my attention and a paper trail started. Now I can see why I am the only blogger that allows everyone to view my blog. You just can't please all of the people... And since I've been near the chopping block more times in 4 months than I thought possible, I thought to be selective, but WTH??? These are me stories and my adventures. I really trust in God that he has a reason for the possibilities  and realities that brought me here in the first place. And when it's time to leave, he'll be doing the send off and no one else! So read on....

I'm leaving the tiny base to go back to my new/old base very soon. People are funny- have I mentioned that? I have made a bunch of friends here, this being the friendliest little base that I've ever been on. I have enjoyed my time here. Many people have asked me to stay and even tried to make it happen, but this base " is not big enough for the both of us." So off I go. As this event unfolds, I watch and hear everything, selectively discarding what doesn't pertain to me- like everyone else does. I've watched as I've said my good- byes to all and their responses. Some cry... and I know I'll be wailing like a baby as my ride swoops me away. I'm taking a ton of pictures and many have stopped me to take mine. Then there's some who I've hung around with who are now pulling away. That's what we all call survival mode...don't feel, don't get hurt. And that's the hardest thing about FOB hopping. It's not the getting to know you part- at least not for me Ms Social Butterfly. It's the leaving part. I've never laughed so hard and bonded so easily with a group of people (EMS excluded). I blame the Site Manger. He's been a good friend. He's a tough bugger and very authoritive. He's here as a leader and to make decisions and make sure things run smoothly and get done... a job which does not encourage friendships. His kindness is expressed in his decision making and for the good of all. He really cares about everyone in a family sort of way. Plus everyone wants to please him. Recently he went on a short vaction and the group performed as he was still present. (He really needs to bottle that! He'd make a fortune...in fact I want me some). He has picked the best of the best in his personnel and he wanted me to work here too? Now that's a man that knows quality!! And he's not too bad to look at...but I'm getting into dirty old lady territory. Speaking of Alen (no I didn't mispell. It's Bosnian Alan) has also been a good friend. The first day, the guy I was replacing took me to introduce me around. Alen came up to me in a way that I described later as overwhelming- and you know that's a big word for me since I can be a too cheery at times. There he is and barrels over to me, looking very cute with his outstretched hand and come hither voice and says, "Hi! I'm Alen." It was enough to make any girl swoon. Since I'm well on my way to making Alen blush as he reads this, I also told him that I would post his picture and make all the girls back home jealous and he laughed! So look at the picture...he is adorable and nice in an unassuming way.

 The girls here...what can I say? I will really miss them. They have been like bestfriends and I'm rooming with them now. Going back to that was almost like going home. Even the military interact and have been the best and nicest. I have never had that experience and I'm so glad that it happened here. I have always been grateful for their service and frequently tell them so, but now it's personal...really good people here.

The clowns of anywhere were here as well: the one-liner Brit with a great chuckle, a simple, sweet guy from Chicago, Illinois (2nd in greatness to Michigan- 'couse I'm partial and the one with the blog),   who can turn any of my words around and make me blush-  and a Texan who sings oldies through meals and always has a joke. And my adventure buddies Steve and Roger. Thank you for a good time.

So as I ready myself to leave, the only blip in my funfilled time here was that I lost my cell phone. I don't have anyone's number anymore. If you would be so good as to email or privately Facebook your number to me, I will try not to be such a bonehead again. Hasta manana