Archive for July, 2011


I haven’t had access to a computer but I found an app on my phone so I can try to keep an update as long as my phone service stays decent. Which has been quite the task over the last week. I’m out in grayling doing training (if you want to call it that, more like training how to fight boredom). I got out here July 15th and I’m here til Aug 9th. It has been about a million degrees everyday and with the lack of showers and laundry it’s defiantly not going to be made into a scent for febreze. The first 3 days I got here we were actually doing training you’d expect from America’s elite fighting force. Patrolling, learning different squad tactics, sleeping in the woods, etc. But with the lack of organization and the excellent leadership at the highest point it has turned into quite the clusterf***. The cap of military units in Afghanistan has made it so we can’t bring everyone in our unit and with the highers trying to figure out who’s going and who’s not it has left a lot of us in the gray area of training, including me. This is the area of people that they are trying to figure out where to put. The fat people that aren’t going for sure, the people that are coming up on their end of contract time, the people that don’t want to go, and the people like me. The ones with mos’ that aren’t needed over there but still want to go. They are only allowed a certain number of “combat troops” so whatever number that is they fill and then add however many they can as “security forces aka secfor”. Which most likely is what I will be doing. It’s the guys that guard the base, go on convoys, and kind of just hang out in country in case they’re needed for anything. Not the most exciting thing but it sure beats drilling back home. Since they don’t know which people are doing what there is a large number of us in “training limbo”. Which means I’ve sat here the last few days with no real training mission. Luckily I got picked up for the HMMWV licensing class so I got to spend some time doing that and getting a license. The ones that didn’t get so lucky spend their days laying in bed and going to the PX. It is too the point where the ones doing this are done with work at 630 am and are left with nothing to do but catch up on sleep and tell the military tales of sex and alcohol. It looks like where they’re at now is just going through and asking who does and doesn’t want to go. When you join the military, whether active or reserve, during a time of war, you should atleast be ok with the fact that you will be put in a combat environment. And I think everyone is “ok” with it when its forced. When given the choice you begin to see all the “motivators”, the ones that have been dying to get over and have been asking for so long to get deployed suddenly have every excuse on why they can’t or don’t want to go. It’s a big reality check and I have found out that as much as I dislike some of the things about the Marines, I am not one of these people. I have been bugging and harassing the people that influence the decision in hopes of them getting so sick of seeing me that they put me in whatever billet is available just so I leave them alone. It has helped me build a little confidence in getting picked to go because now when I talk to my company 1st sgt he tells me he’s trying to get me over no matter what it’s doing. It has also helped with my wanting to be a dog handler because apparently when they thought they had to go, being a dog handler was a good option. When they were given a choice, I guess the second guessed it, seeing how 3 of the dog handlers have backe out of it. It’s not that I am some bloodthirsty killer that just wants my chance or some extremist that wants to defend this country. When there is a little of both of that in me, it’s just a mixture of a couple things. In no order these are some of my motives to go: the money for school is something that is almost impossible to find anywhere else, the untaxed money you make there, the experience of being in an environment like that is a once in a lifetime chance, wanting to defend our country from animals that devote their lives to killing innocent people(ours and their own), and wanting to make the sacrifice that the other military members that have given their lives atleast have some sort of justification. It’s hard for some people to understand why anyone would want to put themselves through all this and sometimes when I’m getting yelled at for not picking up ciggarette butts and other trash that other people have put there or getting yelled at for being too nice to my juniors I wonder why I do this too. This is all just kind of a rant I went on but I’m just doing this so hopefully I can read this is 20 years and see what 22 year old Ryan was thinking. I also wanted to let Veronica know what’s going on rather then explaining it over the phone, I’m hoping this is a little easier to understand. And I just want to tell her how lucky I am to have her in my life, putting up with this and everything else I have put her through. She’s the most amazing girl I could ever ask/hope for and I don’t go a minute in the day without realizing how blessed I am to have her.


Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away

It’s a song quote…

I’m skipping a few because I either have never done what it’s asking or they are just irrelevant questions. So the next one that I can do is a pretty boring and easy one.

7. Yesterday I…

Yesterday was good because Veronica didn’t have to work til 7 so I got to spend most of the day with her. 🙂 Being with her all day would be better but you can’t always get what you want! It started off by waking up to eggs and oatmeal, the breakfast of champions. After eating and getting ready Me and Lou headed over to Veronica’s house around 1015ish where we waited for her to get ready. We then dropped Lou off at my parent’s and headed to TJ Max so V could exchange a dress she bought, then we went to Costco where we stealthily infiltrated with our fake id and bought a 6 lb bag of protein powder for me to take to Grayling. After that we went to Starbucks so V could help feed her addiction and so I could waste $3.15 on there awful new drink, Pink Frozt. After crossing the street we made it to Target where V needed to make another return! (notice the common theme of V buying things and returning them) and ended at our last stop, Border’s, where we left empty handed. We stopped back by my parents and took a short nap before having to take V to her car, making a quick stop at Jonna’s for a little snack. I needed to get a business casual outfit so we went to Banana where V’s favorite manager, Amanda was working and had to sneak around the store so we didn’t have an awkward encounter with her. We then said our sad goodbyes as V had to go to work. I went home and went for a quick run with Taylor(sister) and Louis at the high school track. My night ended with a stop at Bennigan’s for $1 beer night with my manager from Wilson’s Leather and Under Armour, Matt. Mike was supposed to meet us there but he bailed, typical Mike. I then went home and anxiously waited for V to get off work, and by anxiously I mean I laid there and would doze off and drop my phone and the sound of it crashing would wake me. A cycle that continued until she got off. That is a very detailed description of what I did yesterday.

These pictures are for V because she likes to bring this story up in front of her mom!


I’m sure by the name of this you know what’s next. I’m going to introduce you to the lady that had to bring this 10 lb baby into the world.

Vanessa Lee Nelson. Maiden name of Clark. She was born in 1961 in Florida where she was raised most of her life. She was only forced into Michigan when she married my dad and he wanted to move up here. Anyone that knows my mom says she is the sweetest lady they’ve ever met and I would say they are right for the most part. She loves her children and family and would do almost anything for them. She’s very oblivious to bad things in the world and wouldn’t hurt a fly. She is defiantly where my always positive attitude comes from because I don’t think I’ve ever seen her upset for more than a minute, even when she had back surgery or when her dad passed away. She is defiantly a trooper. I thank my parents and upraising for my high respect of women that is uncommon nowadays. Even with the type of people I hang out with which are usually the opposite of what I have been raised like I have still maintained most of my standards and morals. I’m not saying I haven’t slipped because I’m not perfect but I think I have a better base then most. Back to the subject of this post. All in all I would say my mom is a very loving, kind and innocent lady. Sometimes we pick on her because she doesn’t have… common sense(if you know her you know what I mean) but we all love her and know she’s there for us no matter what we do.

My mom and my dad

Too deep for me…

Not only am I upset that Best Buy doesn’t have layaway but my internet just froze up and deleted my whole post! Very frustrating. But on the bright side I bought some books on amazon to take on the deployment with me. 3 of them are fitness trainer books, I’m hoping I can master the books in a year so when I get back I can take the test asap and get certified and do a little under the table work. The other book I got is “The Book of Five Rings”. It was around $50 total for books that cost a whole lot more new so I consider that a win for the day.Ok now onto the fun stuff, the question today is a tough one but we’ll see how it turns out.

“Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.” -Aristotle

This quote goes perfectly with today’s question.

6.   I am the one who….

I’m going to try to make this a list to be a little easier on me.

Is always looking for a joke in a serious situation. Tries to be optimistic no matter what is going on in my life. Always sees the best in people even if I don’t seem like it. Is underestimated by most. Is sometimes to forgiving. Has a soft spot for all animals. Is happiest seeing the girl I love happy.

I’m not good at doing things which involve me describing myself so I’m just going to leave it at that for now. To deep of a question for me! If I get bored tonight and tomorrow I’ll try doing as many as I can since I won’t be able to do any for the 3 weeks after Saturday. So don’t spoil them and read them all in one day! Save one for everyday to add suspense this!

The Estate

“For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson

I saw this and thought it’s how I try to live. Sometimes people try to make me not think this(V! Just kidding :)) I just don’t think being upset or holding grudges is a smart or good way to go. Life’s too short to be upset or angry so why waste time doing it when most of the things you get upset about aren’t things that will affect you enough that you should be wasting the energy on it. Just a little something from my heart, seeing how I’m such a deep person and everything… That’s a joke by the way.

5.   My dream house

What an easy but detailed question for today. Where to start, where to start. It’s got to be big, not just big, but enormous! This is my “dream” house so it doesn’t have to be realistic at all. I’d like it to sit on a small piece of land, maybe 300-400 acres. It’d somewhat resemble a castle. I can’t say how many rooms it would have but it would be an absurd amount. I’d defiantly have to have a pool inside and one of the infinity pools outside, with a waterfall. A race track would be out back for the multitude of cars in my garage. Indoor and outdoor basketball courts for my free time, a full sized football and baseball field would be included. Elevators, stairs, escalators, and fire poles would be scattered around the house to help get from floor to floor. It would have a bowling alley, dance room with a surround sound stereo, lights, and fog machine, full service bar, laser tag, and arcade. There would be a full service salon so Veronica could get her nails and eyebrows done whenever she feels like. This is all I can think of at the moment but I’m sure this house would have a lot more.

This is a good start!

With the upcoming deployment people ask me how me and V are taking it and how she’s handling it. It hasn’t been too hard because it always felt like it was never going to get here but now that it’s knocking at the door it’s feeling more and more real everyday. And I would be lying if I said it wasn’t getting to me just a little… From today I have around 22 days left to spend with Veronica until I’ll be gone for a year and it sure won’t be an easy one. I keep telling myself that there is a lot of people that go through this and have it a whole lot worse and it does help to relieve some of the stress it still is a hard thing to go through. It’s not the fact that I’m going to a hostile environment that makes me nervous, maybe it’s because I am young and stupid with the Marine mentality that I am invincible but I am 110% sure that I will come home and I have no fear of anything happening to me because, well, I am invincible! It’s just the being away from Veronica that is going to be the hardest, and don’t get me wrong I know we can make it through this because we’ve made it through some hard times and our love has been tested many times(mostly by my stupidity, so I know that we can do this and come back and be stronger than ever. I don’t know, I guess it’s just something you have to go through to experience. I’m going to stop this rambling and just say that as hard as this year will be coming home will be so much worth it and more. I get to come back to the most amazing girl anyone could ever imagine. I get to come back to our precious little son(that better not forget about me!) I get to start school and not have to work while I’m doing it so I can focus all my energy on it. It’ll be nice to start laying down a foundation for my future, it has kind of been put of but the later start has given me more time to think about what I want to do with my life(maybe for a later post). So it will be a challenge but I think it is going to pay itself off and be worth it in the long run and I sure hope Veronica sees it this way too.


I’d like to introduce you to the people that helped shape me into the person I am today. But unfortunately I don’t want to describe all of them today so I have decided to break them down into different days.

Well start with my dad. My dad is 47ish years old and has grown up in Michigan. He was in the Navy for 4 years and the National Guard for a year or so. He currently works as a pipe fitter and has for some time now. He is the type of person that was bred to work. He works more and harder than anyone I know and has an attitude that doesn’t give up. Something in his life made him into a very stressful and high strung person and I think that is one of the main reasons I am as laid back and easy going as I am. Most people that know us say our personalities are completely opposite of each other and in most ways they are right. I am an idiot when it comes to directions(just ask V) and he’s like a human gps. If it’s something I feel like should be worked for then my inner hard-worker will come out. It helped me make it through boot camp with no problems.

That is just a little about the man that brought me into this world.

This is the only decent picture of him… ever!

Ryan Charles Nelson

As the journaling saga continues we get to a question that is going to be a pretty short answer. Partly because there’s not much too go into with it and partly because I hate this keyboard on my dad’s laptop. The space bar works when it wants to and it’s very annoying

4.   My full name and how it was decided on

Well my first name is Ryan and honestly I don’t know how I got it. I’m assuming it was chosen because my parents liked the name Ryan. They haven’t told me otherwise so if there was a deeper meaning behind it I’m sure I would have found out by now. My middle name being Charles comes from my dad’s first name, Charles. His middle name is his dad’s first name so I think they just stuck with that tradition. It’s a tradition I’d like to stick with my first son so hopefully my future wife(Big V) agrees with it. We have talked about it and if she changes her mind on wanting kids then it shouldn’t be a problem. My last name was chosen just as any other last name is.

I’m supposed to be packing for drill this weekend because I have to get up around 230-300 am but I got bored of it. We’re going to Camp Grayling for 3 weeks so we need to have our stuff for then packed. It’s very annoying trying to get a “sleeping system” into a “water-proofing bag” and takes a lot of patience and finagling. The reality of getting deployed is getting more real every day so that most likely means something will happen to stop it. I’m trying to get deployed as a dog-handler and when we get to 29 palms or Camp Pendleton or wherever it is we go I guess they’re going to interview those of us that are on the list. I’m keeping my fingers crossed because I’d much rather be handling dogs then whatever other b.s. they will have us doing. Veronica is going to laugh at me for putting this in here but I “stumbled-upon” the 10 dog commandments poem last night(she originally showed me) and I was snuggled up on the couch with Louis and it almost made me cry, I won’t lie my eyes started to tear. Yes, the big, bad Ryan was going to cry over a dog poem. Here it is and if you have a dog and were about to be away from him for a year I’d like you to not get sad!…

Dog Ten Commandments

1. My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any
separation from you will be painful remember
that before you get me.
2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.
3. Place your trust in me- it is crucial to my well
4. Do not be angry at me for long, and do not lock
me up as punishment.
5. You have your work, your entertainment,and your friends.
I only have you.
6. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don’t understands your words,
I understand your voice when it is speaking to me.
7. Be aware that how ever you treat me, I will never forget.
8. Remember before you hit me that I have teeth that could
easily hurt you, but I choose not to bite you because I
love you.
9. Before you scold me for being uncooperative,obstinate,or lazy,
ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I
might not be getting the right food, or I have been out to
long, or my heart is getting to old and weak.
10. Take care of me when I get old; you too will grow old. Go
with me on difficult journeys. Never say: “I cannot bear to
watch” or “Let it happen in my absence.” Everything
is easier for me if you are there, even my death.
Remember that I love you.


There it is and I’m out for the night. I can’t think of any picture to add for this post but I’ll search google so Amanda has a little something to look at so she doesn’t get too bored. 😉