Almost a Year Gone

Sorry for the delay in posting, but it’s still Thursday in the far western reaches of the US. I’m going to say that counts!

I normally start to write on Sunday or Monday and add or edit during the week. However, this has been a busy week and I hadn’t had the chance to get things prepared. I wanted to write about Norway’s Constitution Day, which just happens to be the 17th of May. I have so many amazing memories of celebrating Norway’s equivalent to our 4th of July, but I am going to save that for another entry now.

This is the coin that I received from our Australian Brigadier, who is such a great leader.

Last night was my farewell from the CJOC. I’ve been working in the Combined Joint Operations Center (CJOC) at the NATO Resolute Support Headquarters for the past year, first in Kabul and then in Bagram. Most of the people here come on six month tours, some nine, and very few do a year like I did. In talking with other friends here who have been here, I can’t recall the last person to leave who had been here longer than me. A few of my supervisors have left recently, who were also on yearlong tours, but they had arrived just a few days to a week after I did. So for a while now, I’ve been the “greybeard” as one Colonel called me, of course laughing while he said it.

And here is the back of the coin I received, with the General star.

It’s bittersweet to leave. I desperately miss my family, friends, my bed, my house, my pets, cooking for myself, being able to drive, roller derby, and weekends! But here, my team has become a family. There are women here who support each other, no matter the rank. There are personalities here in the CJOC that I don’t have at home. Ryan recently told me that while he was home on leave, tending to his new pecan farm in Texas on his tractor, he said to himself, “I’m a farmer like Marny!” Leroy and Jimmy, law enforcement personnel from opposite coasts in their civilian lives, maintained a good spirited rivalry which was fun for others to egg on, while they weren’t listening to stand-up comedy provided by Leroy. Beta tells the driest jokes you’ve ever heard, but the delivery is spot on, complete with the anticipatory look while he waits for the joke to register.

We joke because we need to. It can’t be all strict and proper every second of the day or we wouldn’t last this time away from our loved ones. One day, a Lieutenant Colonel came in yelling about our weapons and a check we needed to do, insisting that everyone do the check outside at a clearing barrel. One of our Colonels came in after the proclamation and was told by a Major that he couldn’t check his weapon inside because of what the Lieutenant Colonel said. So the Colonel dropped his magazine, made sure his weapon was safe, and charged it repeatedly, with a smile on his face, until the Lieutenant Colonel came running out of his office to see who had disobeyed him. I couldn’t contain my laughter, along with many others, while the Colonel sat there smiling at the Lieutenant Colonel. Once the Lieutenant Colonel realized who it was, he just shook his head and walked back to his office. Good natured jokes and jabs like that are the heart of an organization, and make for fun stories as new people trickle in every week to work here.

One joke I liked to tell was about Julius. He liked to help with the scouts coming on camp and he learned how to make balloon animals for the kids from another NATO officer leaving. He practiced in the CJOC, making replicas of items we saw on a daily basis, hanging them up in our row. If anyone asked, I would tell them that Julius had made them, but then also include that he was doing online clown school and that was his practice. So the online clown school thing stuck, and now Patrick is doing it. Well, he taught himself how to make a balloon monkey with YouTube, but close enough!

At my farewell, I credited our NATO partners for not only speaking a second language, but being militarily fluent in a second language. I’m amazed every day by that. I was able to tell our Afghan partners that I hope we can help them have a safe country for their families and friends very soon. I thanked all the Air Force personnel I worked with for teaching this Artilleryman about all things Air Force. (I know more about aircraft now than I ever thought I’d know in my life!) I thanked my leaders for being the sort of smart, caring, and knowledgeable leaders that make organizations work well. I thanked my friends in the CJOC for becoming like family. I reminded everyone that the CJOC is a team. I wanted to read a bit of a poem I found recently, but I felt like I was using too much time, and I also felt a little nerdy reading a poem! So I’ll share it with you. It makes sense to me here, which I like. So in closing, here is a poem I found by Steve Maraboli called Dare To Be –

When a new day begins, dare to smile gratefully.

When there is darkness, dare to be the first to shine a light.

When there is injustice, dare to be the first to condemn it.

When something seems difficult, dare to do it anyway.

When life seems to beat you down, dare to fight back.

When there seems to be no hope, dare to find some.

When you’re feeling tired, dare to keep going.

When times are tough, dare to be tougher.

When love hurts you, dare to love again.

When someone is hurting, dare to help them heal.

When another is lost, dare to help them find the way.

When a friend falls, dare to be the first to extend a hand.

When you cross paths with another, dare to make them smile.

When you feel great, dare to help someone else feel great too.

When the day has ended, dare to feel as you’ve done your best.

Dare to be the best you can –

At all times, Dare to be!

It’s NOT a Stage Name!

Let me tell you about derby names.

My first derby head shot, taken by my derby wife, Molly Meet Your Maker, aka Marie Berberea.

Picking a roller derby name is more serious and difficult than naming a child. …I mean, I’ve never had to name a child, but hear me out!

Not only are you picking a name, you are probably working harder to make it clever. You have to pick which part of your full derby name will be your nickname or “quickname” – what your teammates will call you on the track as they yell and cheer for you! You have to make sure an announcer at a game won’t butcher it. You have to check databases that track all derby names to make sure you haven’t stolen someone else’s name. You have to register your name in said databases. If anyone else on your team has the same nickname, you normally can’t use it.

Sometimes you can use a name if you live far away from someone else that already has it, but that’s kind of a jerk move. You may not ever plan on moving from your location, but you never know if that person whose name you took may have to move to your area. Then you end up being the jerk that stole their name they had before you, but you’ve been in that league longer. Don’t be that person. I haven’t had a derby person steal my name, but there just happens to be an adult film star that stole my name a couple years after I’d starting using it. I guess they don’t check the derby names database. It has drawn more fans to my derby page, but it unfortunately draws really dumb people who don’t understand why a woman in roller skates and a helmet, who looks nothing like said porn star, doesn’t want to respond to their sometimes vulgar messages. I try to keep it cheery with a “thanks for being interested in roller derby” and just hope natural selection works its wonders on them.

When I first joined derby, I had to start thinking of a name. Some women already know what they want for a name before they even lace up their skates. I didn’t even really know about derby names prior to my first practice! I knew I wanted to highlight my Norwegian heritage, so I muddled over names that included Viking and Valkyrie. I looked for input from team members and trusted friends. One of my Dad’s friends used to call me Norskie Pete when I was young, so that was a contender. Voluptuous Viking was high on the list. When I checked the databases, I notice a bunch of Valkyrie combos. There were less with Viking and I was leaning towards Viking Barbie, which was not taken! I liked that it highlighted sides of my personality, the girly lover of make-up and all things pretty AND the beast who (once she learned to skate) would mess you up! (Yep, when I joined derby I didn’t know how to skate, but that’ll be another story.) It was the perfect balance of tough and sweet.

Here’s my autograph. At the end of our home games, we have an area set up to sign and talk to fans.

Since my name wasn’t really a crazy one or particularly clever, I decided my number would be. At the time I started playing, our league, the Women’s Flat Track Derby Association (WFTDA) allowed numbers to be up to four characters which could include numbers, letters and symbols. I chose 36DD for my jersey number, which always led to some strange looks, comments or questions when we went out and about in uniform. Later on, WFTDA changed their rules for numbers to only use the numbers. Characters could still be included, but would have to be smaller than the numbers on the jersey. Since I knew double Ds could NOT be small, I changed back to my old soccer number I wore through high school and college, 11. That felt more “me” anyways, and through some weird doodling, I ended up with a really cool autograph too!

This is the moment Viking Barbie became a real derby girl! This was taken right after I passed the last portion of my skills testing, 27 laps in 5 minutes.

I figured my short name would be Viking. I wanted to highlight that more than Barbie. There was something I hadn’t planned on though. A very young fan base! Kids LOVE derby. They are always our biggest fans. They come and enjoy the game without worrying that they don’t understand every rule, something their parents tend to have a little more difficult time doing at that first game. And little girls love Barbie. There’s just something about a teammate’s (Hell’n Agony) child screaming “Barbieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” like a crazed pop-idol fan that makes you start to love being called Barbie even more. I mostly leave it up to my teammates. Some call me Barbie, some call me Viking, some call me VB, and some even call me Marny, saying my real name is just as cool as or cooler than a derby name! While most teammates introduce themselves with their nickname, I always introduce myself with my full name and let others decide which part they want to use. One of my friends, Trigger Trixie, always introduces herself as Trigger. She is on a high-level team now and when we hear an announcer at a tournament call her Trixie, it is super weird!

Derby names are picked for several reasons. Some are based on famous people. We have a SCARlett Johachett on our team who we lovingly call Scar. We have some who have cleverly based their derby name on their own name. Half Pint is Half Pint Brandi, Molly Meet Your Maker picked her name based on the alternate versions of Marie (and some awesome alliteration too!) and Elle-beau Macaroni used parts of her first and last name to make up Elle-beau. Of course we call her Mac, but Agony’s daughter also uses the cutest version of her name and calls her Macaroni, which is awesome! Fictional characters are a good platform to work off of. Machete Poppins did that. And sometimes your name is just a way of being… like our teammate Squirrel!

My very first roster!

I’ve been lucky on my current deployment to an Army girl working with the Air Force, who is pretty big on call signs. All the officers have their call signs, which are pretty awesome. I work with Killer, Monster, Thrill, Curly, Beta, Evil and Nubbin to name a few. There’s always a good story to go along with their call sign, which is pretty fun to listen to. I feel so completely humbled that my Air Force brethren have officially given me my derby name as my call sign. It’s great to be walking through our large work area and hear, “hey Lieutenant Colonel Viking Barbie!” After my teammate’s child screaming my name in glee, that runs a very close second in the awesomeness department!

Another great photo by Molly!

One difficult thing we experience with derby names in our derby world is that real names do not exist! Facebook is hard. Seriously hard. You draw a huge blank when it comes to trying to remember someone’s real name! When someone at an event sees you are a roller girl, they will inevitably come up and say, “oh, so-and-so used to play on the team/plays now with you” and they are usually met with a blank stare and the follow up question – “do you know their derby name?” Thankfully we have a small enough team that someone in the group can usually figure out who they are talking about after a few questions, but it isn’t always easy!

I think this was the first bout poster I was on. Molly made this as well.

If you want to try to generate your own derby name for fun, http://rollerderby.namegeneratorfun.com is a neat site.  Feel free to comment and share what it came up with for you!  If you want to look at the names already picked and being used on a track near you, check out Derby Roll Call at http://www.derbyrollcall.com.

I hope you were able to learn a little more about derby names today! And just remember, as athletes, derby women will not be happy if you ask them what their stage name is. It’s a derby name! You will never ever go wrong calling it a derby name.

Hi and Welcome!

A seatbelt selfie with a Blackhawk seatbelt is cooler than a regular seatbelt selfie, right?

My first blog!  Wooooooo – totally not nervous at all!  I ALMOST had to post this from my phone, while traveling to one of my work locations in Afghanistan, which was starting to make me nervous.  But then I did get my helicopter flight out that I was hoping to catch!  Bonus for you because you’ll get to see some neat ‘get to know me’ pictures!

It was a nice, sunshiny day for a helicopter ride.

Hi everyone, thanks so much for stopping by.  This is my very first blog and I have so much to share with you!  First, I’ll introduce myself if you don’t know me.  I’m an Army officer, currently stationed in Afghanistan.  My specialty is Field Artillery and I’m working in the NATO Resolute Support Headquarters.  I’ve been in the Army for 18 years.  I’d planned on four, but I’m still having fun!  In the Army, I’ve been stationed lots of places and held many jobs.  I’m a unique one in that I started Artillery and then moved to Transportation and Logistics, but then moved back to Field Artillery.  King of Battle always had my heart – I had to go back!  I’m a new wife and instant bonus mom to two beautiful girls. Getting married before a deployment is not easy, but my husband has been pretty strong about it.  I know it’s not easy being the one at home, worried all the time.  I have a huge list of hobbies and activities I like and ways to define myself.  When I started brainstorming how to tell you who I am, here’s what I came up with – new wife, stepmom, Army, artillery, NATO, aunt, sister, daughter, farm girl, soccer, rugby, Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, hula dancing, Norwegian, cooking, baking, hiking, CrossFit, weights, makeup, calligraphy, yoga, retirement, tackling debt, roller derby, crochet, crafts, bullet journaling, budgeting – all in no particular order!  How do I put that into words?  I feel like I may have to take more time to introduce you to all the different parts of me and all the crazy things I do or this first post will get way too long!

I honestly, deep down, feel like I lead a normal life, but I also realize there are some interesting things I do.  I remember very much disliking my chores that I would have to do every night (and mornings and nights on the weekends) while growing up on a dairy farm.  To be fair I didn’t despise them all the time.  But I do remember not ALWAYS enjoying them!  My first clue into the whole “things that other people do are awesome” thing came from my friends and cousins when they would visit or stay overnight.  They would come to the barn with me and help with chores.  And they were always pumped to help.  Like they thought it was the coolest thing ever!  At first, I’d wonder if they were a little crazy, but then I would realize, yeah this is pretty neat and nothing like what they are used to.  It seemed to always give me a new view of my mundane farm chores, and made me feel like the boring and tedious chores I had to do were actually something special.

So because of that, I want to share with you.  I want to share my journey.  Partly because I’m in an interesting place – not just my location being deployed, but also in my life.  I’m close to retirement, newly married, and learning how to be a step-mom and integrate into a family dynamic that’s already established.  I’ll very soon be working to pick up my derby skills after a year off, working to figure out how to combine two complete households into one, and continuing to work on a long distance relationship during our new marriage as I continue active duty service while my husband and kids are established where I grew up.  Another part of me enjoys writing and sharing and I figure that even if no one reads this, I’ll have a record for myself and my family.  I absolutely love heritage and family history and I feel like this is a great place to capture that.

My plan is to start with posting once a week, every Thursday.  As I leave Afghanistan and get settled back into a more “normal” way of life (side note – I’m so excited to have a weekend again!  Don’t even get me started about what I’m going to do with my first weekend in a year!  Yes.  My deployment work days are 12 hours a day, every single day.  The only days I’ve had off are when I took R&R and when I got to take a three day trip to one of the other provinces here in Afghanistan to visit my brother, who is also in the Army.  Thank goodness for being a farm kid and learning that grind from the start!) I will look at adjusting my posting schedule.  Whatever I do, I’ll keep you updated for sure.

I would love it if you all to get involved too.  If you have questions, please feel free to ask.  I have a comments section and you can contact me via email as well through the “Contact” form.  Maybe your question will become the topic of a new blog post!  You are free to disagree with me about what I post and share – that’s completely normal and I expect everyone to have their own opinions on different topics.  I do have a rule though.  I expect everyone to treat each other with respect on my blog.  I will not tolerate name calling or personal attacks.

Some of you may be wondering about the name of the blog.  Din Favoritt means ‘your favorite’ in Norwegian.  Feel free to head over to my “About” section to read more about the name and why I chose it.

That’s all for now.  Thank you so much for reading and allowing me to share.  I hope to see you again next Thursday!