People are so stupid.
Lately I've been doing well not letting people get to me, or posting my annoyance with idiots.
Let me start with this: KEEP YOUR DAMN LEGS CLOSED!!
Condoms
the pill
IUD's
get your tubes tied
have your guy get snipped
there are plenty of ways to not have a baby.
I'm sick of seeing posts from people saying "lololol everyone here gets preggers after they've lived here for a first few months."
No you're just immature and irresponsible, I've lived in this shit hole for a year and I don't have an infant running around.
I'm sick of idiots, can God create smarter people please?
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
RIP Sleeves
Yeah I love summer only because that means sleeves up. Although it takes my husband 30 minutes to an hour to roll them I think it looks incredibly hot. It's one of the best things about a Marine Corps uniform, the arms, only certain guys can pull it off, which makes it even more special.
For reasons still unknown the Commandant has decided to make the combat utility uniform sleeves down all year round effective October 24th 2011. That gives me only two more days to enjoy my hubbys desert cammies, sleeves rolled.
Two days because tomorrow is his Friday and he doesn't go back till Sunday
It is a sad day for Marine Wives every where that will no longer see their husbands arms.
Although I disagree with the Commandants decision, I respect him more than I do the "president," so like with everything in the Marine Corps, I will grin and bear it and secretly (not so secret now huh?) despise the uniform change.
Oorah Marine Corps.
Some pluses to having sleeves down:
They will sweat more meaning the disgusting fat bodies who are still in for God only knows why might lose weight. Ya that might sound mean, but when a nasty who weighs 200 lbs gets promoted instead of a perfect ideal Marine who is in his weight class and gets kicked out because they had too many of said rank, I have a problem with that.
It lowers the chance of getting skin cancer.
It saves time on the weekends, time that can be spent together, especially the females who complain that they don't get to spend time with their hubby because of the Marine Corps. Sorry honey, but you can't have your cake and eat it too.
They will sweat more meaning the disgusting fat bodies who are still in for God only knows why might lose weight. Ya that might sound mean, but when a nasty who weighs 200 lbs gets promoted instead of a perfect ideal Marine who is in his weight class and gets kicked out because they had too many of said rank, I have a problem with that.
It lowers the chance of getting skin cancer.
It saves time on the weekends, time that can be spent together, especially the females who complain that they don't get to spend time with their hubby because of the Marine Corps. Sorry honey, but you can't have your cake and eat it too.
In the north, when it gets colder sooner than anywhere else, they wont be as cold as they would be with sleeves up.
Comment your pluses!
Comment your pluses!
P.S.
Stop complaining about the gov't taking away TA. Yes it sucks, no they shouldn't have done it (take away single SNCO BAH) but its better than them deciding not to pay us for months on end.
Vote smart this year and get Obama out of office!!!!
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else
-Judy Garland.
I change my hair color, it seems every month. I get bored, I do it for myself, never to please anyone or to fit in.
The only time I dyed my hair for someone else is when my drama teacher told me I had to dye my hair a solid color for the play.
I never thought about why I dyed my hair. Was it to change myself? Trying to make a new character to live through?
My hair is currently blonde with dark roots. Did I dye it because "blondes have more fun?" Honestly, no. I've always wanted platinum blonde hair, this is by no means platinum blonde, no where close. Everyone was telling me not to, my husband was even skeptical. "It'll ruin your hair." "You'll look funny." "...I'm not sure about that..."
The quickest way to get me to do something is to tell me not to.
"Don't eat that cookie!" Immna eat that cookie.
I guess part of me did want to live as a blonde, to add another character to my resume, I wish I had a name for my "blonde" look. I should name all of my looks, note to self. I like being blonde, it's great, it's pretty, when my roots aren't showing and when/if I manage to get all of my hair. (I've dyed it more than 4 times and still have random brown streaks.) I look pretty, people tell me and I know I do.
My point is, no matter what color I dye my hair, (I plan on doing lavender or red (Ariel red) next then I'm on my way home back to brown) it doesn't define who I am and it never will. I'm a brunette a heart and these pesky roots pushing through are a reminder that, "Hey, just 'cause you covered the brown doesn't mean your someone else. It just means you're playing dress up."
And that's what I've been doing. I'm not a blonde, but it has sure been fun pretending to be one and when I do go back to my roots, pun intended, I will miss being blonde. This girl, however, has more fun being brunette. :)
No matter what you do to change your appearance, you can never change what's inside. I like gaming, and reading. I like playing in the mud and fixing things around the house. I wish I knew how to fix cars 'cause I totally be into that as well. I like not wearing make-up, but at the same time I LOVE WEARING MAKE-UP! I'm southern-not a redneck or hillbilly, a southern belle thank you very much. I love Disney and acting like a child still. No hair color or clothing will change who I am, only my appearance to others who can't handle my AWESOMENESS!
But seriously, don't try to change yourself for anyone, it wont work.
To answer the question I'm sure is on everyone's mind: Do blondes have more fun?
No. They have the exact same amount of fun as any other hair color. The fun scale depends on the person, I, personally, like to sit at home with my windows and doors open during a rain storm in fall, snuggle with a blanket and a good book. Not party all night with random strangers.
It's been hilarious to use "blonde moment" as an excuse to certain stupidities.
It's been a blast blondie, but soon, you will be a distant memory. When? I'm not sure, but soon.
Good night Quahog.
I change my hair color, it seems every month. I get bored, I do it for myself, never to please anyone or to fit in.
The only time I dyed my hair for someone else is when my drama teacher told me I had to dye my hair a solid color for the play.
I never thought about why I dyed my hair. Was it to change myself? Trying to make a new character to live through?
My hair is currently blonde with dark roots. Did I dye it because "blondes have more fun?" Honestly, no. I've always wanted platinum blonde hair, this is by no means platinum blonde, no where close. Everyone was telling me not to, my husband was even skeptical. "It'll ruin your hair." "You'll look funny." "...I'm not sure about that..."
The quickest way to get me to do something is to tell me not to.
"Don't eat that cookie!" Immna eat that cookie.
I guess part of me did want to live as a blonde, to add another character to my resume, I wish I had a name for my "blonde" look. I should name all of my looks, note to self. I like being blonde, it's great, it's pretty, when my roots aren't showing and when/if I manage to get all of my hair. (I've dyed it more than 4 times and still have random brown streaks.) I look pretty, people tell me and I know I do.
My point is, no matter what color I dye my hair, (I plan on doing lavender or red (Ariel red) next then I'm on my way home back to brown) it doesn't define who I am and it never will. I'm a brunette a heart and these pesky roots pushing through are a reminder that, "Hey, just 'cause you covered the brown doesn't mean your someone else. It just means you're playing dress up."
And that's what I've been doing. I'm not a blonde, but it has sure been fun pretending to be one and when I do go back to my roots, pun intended, I will miss being blonde. This girl, however, has more fun being brunette. :)
No matter what you do to change your appearance, you can never change what's inside. I like gaming, and reading. I like playing in the mud and fixing things around the house. I wish I knew how to fix cars 'cause I totally be into that as well. I like not wearing make-up, but at the same time I LOVE WEARING MAKE-UP! I'm southern-not a redneck or hillbilly, a southern belle thank you very much. I love Disney and acting like a child still. No hair color or clothing will change who I am, only my appearance to others who can't handle my AWESOMENESS!
But seriously, don't try to change yourself for anyone, it wont work.
To answer the question I'm sure is on everyone's mind: Do blondes have more fun?
No. They have the exact same amount of fun as any other hair color. The fun scale depends on the person, I, personally, like to sit at home with my windows and doors open during a rain storm in fall, snuggle with a blanket and a good book. Not party all night with random strangers.
It's been hilarious to use "blonde moment" as an excuse to certain stupidities.
It's been a blast blondie, but soon, you will be a distant memory. When? I'm not sure, but soon.
Good night Quahog.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
How to make military wife friends.
I've been in a little over a year and I've learned some really helpful tips on how to make life long besties as a military spouse. I understand the difficulties you go through when you've just PCS'd and you're trying to make new friends, so I have taken it upon myself to write up a few tips that will help you military wives!
I hope these help you in your journey to make life long friends.
1. Join a social networking site that is run by wives, like on Facebook, this will help you get in the group and start to meet new ladies.
2. Once you're in said groups, introduce yourself, make sure you use your full name, because we all know it's not prominently shown on your Facebook, announce your husbands rank. If you are an officer wife, you are better than enlisted wives so act that way please. Enlisted wives, if your husbands rank is higher than other wives, treat them like crap and like you're above them, because heck, you went through 13 weeks of hell beside your husband so obviously you wear his rank!! :)
3.Agree with every single thing other people say! It is very important not to have a mind of your own! And don't you dare have a different opinion from other people. I'm not saying it's bad, I'm just saying never ever ever ever post your different opinion or speak your mind to other ladies, they wont like that they're wrong or that you don't like the way they act.
4. Remember how you and your girlfriends acted in kindergarten? Nothing has changed! If your friend doesn't like someone you absolutely cannot like them either! Remember that!!
5. Keep with attitudes, remember how you and your girlfriends acted in high school? Again NOTHING HAS CHANGED!!! It's like Christmas right, this blog is the gift that keeps giving. Start awful rumors about the other ladies you've met! Start drama because someone disagrees with your opinion! Be a mean girl, everyone loves a mean girl!
6. It is a MUST that you talk about people behind their backs and then act like you're best friends! Be careful who you gossip with though! They might be one of those bad mature grown up losers who doesn't like drama and that could be bad!
7.I know you love your husband and all, psht yeah right who am I kidding, you're not a good military wife until you have 12 lovers, so make sure you're keeping count, the other ladies wont like you if you're true to your partner!
I hope this list has helped you in making your new BFF's! Please comment below if you have any other tips!
I hope these help you in your journey to make life long friends.
1. Join a social networking site that is run by wives, like on Facebook, this will help you get in the group and start to meet new ladies.
2. Once you're in said groups, introduce yourself, make sure you use your full name, because we all know it's not prominently shown on your Facebook, announce your husbands rank. If you are an officer wife, you are better than enlisted wives so act that way please. Enlisted wives, if your husbands rank is higher than other wives, treat them like crap and like you're above them, because heck, you went through 13 weeks of hell beside your husband so obviously you wear his rank!! :)
3.Agree with every single thing other people say! It is very important not to have a mind of your own! And don't you dare have a different opinion from other people. I'm not saying it's bad, I'm just saying never ever ever ever post your different opinion or speak your mind to other ladies, they wont like that they're wrong or that you don't like the way they act.
4. Remember how you and your girlfriends acted in kindergarten? Nothing has changed! If your friend doesn't like someone you absolutely cannot like them either! Remember that!!
5. Keep with attitudes, remember how you and your girlfriends acted in high school? Again NOTHING HAS CHANGED!!! It's like Christmas right, this blog is the gift that keeps giving. Start awful rumors about the other ladies you've met! Start drama because someone disagrees with your opinion! Be a mean girl, everyone loves a mean girl!
6. It is a MUST that you talk about people behind their backs and then act like you're best friends! Be careful who you gossip with though! They might be one of those bad mature grown up losers who doesn't like drama and that could be bad!
7.I know you love your husband and all, psht yeah right who am I kidding, you're not a good military wife until you have 12 lovers, so make sure you're keeping count, the other ladies wont like you if you're true to your partner!
I hope this list has helped you in making your new BFF's! Please comment below if you have any other tips!
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Teen Mom
No prologue, just diving in.
I don't understand why people are against the show Teen Mom.
Yes they're teenagers having children
Yes, its a bad choice.
Maybe it glorifies having sex and ending up with a kid.
Let me throw out an idea I thought was obvious. They're gonna do it anyway!
***This is in no way meant to be offensive, it's what my personal feelings are on the subject.
If your child has no morals and decides to be a slut when they're 15 then that's kind of your problem. You should have raised them better. Granted a teenager is going to do what ever they want, but if you teach them about abstinence, condoms and birth control, and the consequences of not practicing safe sex and/or no sex they're most likely going to make better choices.
"But they should know about those kinds of things already. I heard they teach that in school."
Most likely your child goes to a public school, I was fortunate enough to go to a great public school, public schools are NOTORIOUS for saying they teach when in all actuality they don't. Don't count on your child's school to do YOUR job as a parent.
Fact: The last part of a child's (including a teenager) brain to develop is the frontal lobe. The frontal lobe is where we reason with consequences. As adults-most of us, can choose not to do something because we see that there are consequences of doing said action.
A teenager has not developed that part of their brain fully so they cannot make proper choices for themselves. You, as a parent, must step up to the title and act like a parent, not a friend.
Teen Mom shows what it's like to have a child at such a young age, you have to live on your own, if your family isn't supportive, the father almost always leaves. True love doesn't exist at 15. Some times you have to put your child up for adoption which is hard enough, so being a child going through that, I can't begin to imagine what that feels like.
Stop saying Teen Mom glorifies teenage pregnancy.
"Teen pregnancy is 100% preventable." I believe MTV states this after every commercial break, but it shouldn't be their job to tell your child. You need to.
Grow up and be a parent. A parent of YOUR child, not everyone else's.
I don't understand why people are against the show Teen Mom.
Yes they're teenagers having children
Yes, its a bad choice.
Maybe it glorifies having sex and ending up with a kid.
Let me throw out an idea I thought was obvious. They're gonna do it anyway!
***This is in no way meant to be offensive, it's what my personal feelings are on the subject.
If your child has no morals and decides to be a slut when they're 15 then that's kind of your problem. You should have raised them better. Granted a teenager is going to do what ever they want, but if you teach them about abstinence, condoms and birth control, and the consequences of not practicing safe sex and/or no sex they're most likely going to make better choices.
"But they should know about those kinds of things already. I heard they teach that in school."
Most likely your child goes to a public school, I was fortunate enough to go to a great public school, public schools are NOTORIOUS for saying they teach when in all actuality they don't. Don't count on your child's school to do YOUR job as a parent.
Fact: The last part of a child's (including a teenager) brain to develop is the frontal lobe. The frontal lobe is where we reason with consequences. As adults-most of us, can choose not to do something because we see that there are consequences of doing said action.
A teenager has not developed that part of their brain fully so they cannot make proper choices for themselves. You, as a parent, must step up to the title and act like a parent, not a friend.
Teen Mom shows what it's like to have a child at such a young age, you have to live on your own, if your family isn't supportive, the father almost always leaves. True love doesn't exist at 15. Some times you have to put your child up for adoption which is hard enough, so being a child going through that, I can't begin to imagine what that feels like.
Stop saying Teen Mom glorifies teenage pregnancy.
"Teen pregnancy is 100% preventable." I believe MTV states this after every commercial break, but it shouldn't be their job to tell your child. You need to.
Grow up and be a parent. A parent of YOUR child, not everyone else's.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
I don't need a title, I'm sure you all know what this is going to be about.
While typing this I'm listening to AC/DC- You Shook Me All Night Long. I thought it was some what fitting, especially this line:
"'Cause The Walls Start Shaking
The Earth Was Quaking"
"'Cause The Walls Start Shaking
The Earth Was Quaking"
If you have internet or a T.V. I'm sure you've heard about the Earthquake in Virginia. Let me first start off by saying, I really really really dislike it when other people try to negate or lessen other peoples feeling's towards something. I don't care if you're joking, but just because something doesn't matter to you doesn't mean it doesn't matter to someone. Just because you're from California, or you didn't feel it doesn't mean thousands of other people are wimps. Shut your mouth.
Onward.
Being from Georgia, we don't have those really, we feel tremors and tiny Earthquakes if anything. Nothing bad, now if you say, "Hey there's a tornado coming," awesome, I'm set -still freaked out- but I'm used to it and can deal with it and most likely will be over it in twenty or thirty minutes. I've been through plenty of bad weather by myself, it's awful, but I've managed just fine.
When we PCS'd to VA Earthquakes didn't cross my mind, blizzards did, the Earth moving? Not so much. Apparently VA is pretty active for it's location. Surprise Surprise, they should put that on their website "Virginia is for Lovers andalsotheoccasionalEarthquake. Welcome to the cardinal state." *Insert cheesy smile here*
Being from Georgia, we don't have those really, we feel tremors and tiny Earthquakes if anything. Nothing bad, now if you say, "Hey there's a tornado coming," awesome, I'm set -still freaked out- but I'm used to it and can deal with it and most likely will be over it in twenty or thirty minutes. I've been through plenty of bad weather by myself, it's awful, but I've managed just fine.
When we PCS'd to VA Earthquakes didn't cross my mind, blizzards did, the Earth moving? Not so much. Apparently VA is pretty active for it's location. Surprise Surprise, they should put that on their website "Virginia is for Lovers andalsotheoccasionalEarthquake. Welcome to the cardinal state." *Insert cheesy smile here*
That wasn't in the tourist booklet.
Any who, I was in bed, "SACRE BLEU!! you were in bed at 151?!" Yes yes I was, jealous? Good.
My house is located DIRECTLY next to train tracks, we have one large train that goes by and honestly will shake my house (my house is teeny tiny and 80 years old.)
I'm going to try to give a play by play.
In bed minding my own business, Simba starts growling, what I thought was the train starts vibrating the house, Simba starts barking (Simba NEVER barks at the trains mush less growl) "What the heck Simba shut up. Wait I'm in the bed room, the train doesn't shake the bed room.. Whats going---.' The entire house literally starts swaying back and forth. "Shit." my heart sink, "These are the worst tremors I've felt from an Earthquake." Jumps out of bed. "These aren't tremors." pull open the door run to the front door, and what do i do? Let the dogs out and close the door.... yeah. Not really sure why I didn't go outside with them.
My phone rings I run to get it, "Are you okay?" Devin called from work, Devin never calls from work. "Turn on the news or go online, we don't have internet. They're evacuating people." WTF?! Evacuating people!? I thought he was talking about civi's not people in his building. "The T.V. isn't working." "Call me if you hear anything." *click*
There is nothing online about the quake i just felt except for on USGS, and I don't know how to read that stuff. Thankfully the T.V in the bedroom was working. My phone rings again, "Hey are you okay?" My brother in DC. I go through that again.
I try calling my mom, but cant get through, which means I wont be able to get in touch with Devin at all if i need to. Awesome.
My house is located DIRECTLY next to train tracks, we have one large train that goes by and honestly will shake my house (my house is teeny tiny and 80 years old.)
I'm going to try to give a play by play.
In bed minding my own business, Simba starts growling, what I thought was the train starts vibrating the house, Simba starts barking (Simba NEVER barks at the trains mush less growl) "What the heck Simba shut up. Wait I'm in the bed room, the train doesn't shake the bed room.. Whats going---.' The entire house literally starts swaying back and forth. "Shit." my heart sink, "These are the worst tremors I've felt from an Earthquake." Jumps out of bed. "These aren't tremors." pull open the door run to the front door, and what do i do? Let the dogs out and close the door.... yeah. Not really sure why I didn't go outside with them.
My phone rings I run to get it, "Are you okay?" Devin called from work, Devin never calls from work. "Turn on the news or go online, we don't have internet. They're evacuating people." WTF?! Evacuating people!? I thought he was talking about civi's not people in his building. "The T.V. isn't working." "Call me if you hear anything." *click*
There is nothing online about the quake i just felt except for on USGS, and I don't know how to read that stuff. Thankfully the T.V in the bedroom was working. My phone rings again, "Hey are you okay?" My brother in DC. I go through that again.
I try calling my mom, but cant get through, which means I wont be able to get in touch with Devin at all if i need to. Awesome.
That was the bulk of my day so far. Not looking forward to the aftershocks.
My heart went out to the people in Japan, I've prayed for them every single night since the day it happened, don't believe me? I have OCD I have to do it, until everything is fixed. no joke. After going through something not even close to what they went through I can't begin to imagine what it must have been like for them. I can honestly say I have never been so scared in my life, I'd fly before I went through another Earthquake.
Did I just say that?
Yep.
Did I just say that?
Yep.
Again to those of you who think "Oh it's no big deal." Go punch yourself in the face. People die in Earthquakes all the time, this time we/you were lucky. Get over yourself, you're not God you're not indestructible. And just because it's not your feelings doesn't mean it's any less important.
Fin.
Fin.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
What I believe.
Gay Marriage should be legal.
All narcotics should be legal.
If you want to be a hoarder, then be a hoarder.
"Click it or Ticket" should be banished.
Practice the religion you want.
Gays should be able to adopt.
Parental consent for abortions.
Voting age raised.
Euthanasia legalized.
Capital Punishment legalized.
There are more I'm sure, I just can't think of them. And now I will go deeper into why I believe this.
I'm 100% Christian, I love God and Jesus is my savior. I realize that only about 78% of Americans are Christian, which means 22% of Americans believe otherwise. I, nor the government, should tell people what to do. After all America is the "land of the free." If you are a homosexual and you are in love with your partner you should be able to get married. In the Bible, I have not read a thing on gay marriage being wrong, please correct me if I am wrong and please be able to back yourself up with FACTS.
Two dudes or chicks getting married does not affect my quality of life. Them being married does not hurt me or you, I'm married and it's not hurting them, so let them be happy and "allow" them to be married.
Every narcotic, yes every single one of them, should be legal. Why? Because remember when you were younger and your parents would say, "Don't touch that cake," and the second they walked out of the room you touched it? Personally, if you tell me not to do something, I'm most likely going to do it. The bum down the street getting stoned isn't doing anything to me, he's in his house toking up not bothering a soul. Why should he be penalized for what he does in HIS house? Now if bum goes outside on the street corner and starts selling it then I'm going to have a problem with that, he has officially affected and endangered other people and that's when it should be illegal.
When what you're doing affects the lives of others, that is wrong.
This next one goes along with the bum just mentioned. What you do in your house is your business, if you want to pile junk in your house to the ceiling, be my guest. No one should be able to come into your house and say, "Because you're a hoarder you can't take care of yourself and so now Adult Protective Services will be contacting you." No, that is wrong. If you have children or a spouse or even pets that is when someone should step in, you are endangering the lives of other people and beings. If you hoard things outside and it is causing rodents to run around your yard and your neighbors, then that is also when someone should step in. If it's just an eye sore to other people, they need to get over it.
If you don't feel like buckling up in your car, you shouldn't have to. I wouldn't do it, because I don't feel like flying through a windshield, but if you want to make that decision you shouldn't end up with a ticket. You're in your car, you are not endangering anyone other than yourself and the government shouldn't tell us what to do.
Please buckle up though, it's just not safe to ride around without doing that.
America the free, my butt. Like I said I'm Christian, you might be Muslim, Buddhist, Pagan, or Atheist. I respect your beliefs and maybe I don't agree with them and you don't agree with mine, but until you start blowing things up or shoving your beliefs down my throat I don't have a problem with you.
And for all you crazies out there, Christianity and Muslim are basically the same exact religion, what we call our God is really the only difference. The President should be able to swear in on whatever he feels like, if it's the Bible, the Qur'an, a novel whatever means something to him. If the Bible has no significance to the person then he or she swearing on it isn't going to take anything seriously.
Abortion, while I don't agree with it, should be legal until a certain point in the pregnancy, once that heart starts beating it should be considered murder and should be treated that way. You killed a living thing and you should receive the same punishment anyone else would. If you are underage, ie: under lets say 18, you should need parental consent. Teenagers have not fully developed their frontal lobe and are unable to make proper decisions and cannot think about the consequences, a parent or guardian should be able to help make that decision.
With that said about the frontal lobe, I think the voting age should be raised. An 18 year old is too involved with keg parties, who's sleeping with who, and the latest celeb gossip. They will follow the crowd and vote for who their "bestie" of the moment votes for. They will not base their opinion upon facts and who actually is going to be the best President. Raise that junk!
If people wanna die, let 'em die.
If you rape someone with a broomstick then cut their extremities off one by one while the victim is still alive and let them bleed to death while you poke them with an ice pick. You should die the EXACT same way. And I think that's enough explanation.
Fin.
All narcotics should be legal.
If you want to be a hoarder, then be a hoarder.
"Click it or Ticket" should be banished.
Practice the religion you want.
Gays should be able to adopt.
Parental consent for abortions.
Voting age raised.
Euthanasia legalized.
Capital Punishment legalized.
There are more I'm sure, I just can't think of them. And now I will go deeper into why I believe this.
I'm 100% Christian, I love God and Jesus is my savior. I realize that only about 78% of Americans are Christian, which means 22% of Americans believe otherwise. I, nor the government, should tell people what to do. After all America is the "land of the free." If you are a homosexual and you are in love with your partner you should be able to get married. In the Bible, I have not read a thing on gay marriage being wrong, please correct me if I am wrong and please be able to back yourself up with FACTS.
Two dudes or chicks getting married does not affect my quality of life. Them being married does not hurt me or you, I'm married and it's not hurting them, so let them be happy and "allow" them to be married.
Every narcotic, yes every single one of them, should be legal. Why? Because remember when you were younger and your parents would say, "Don't touch that cake," and the second they walked out of the room you touched it? Personally, if you tell me not to do something, I'm most likely going to do it. The bum down the street getting stoned isn't doing anything to me, he's in his house toking up not bothering a soul. Why should he be penalized for what he does in HIS house? Now if bum goes outside on the street corner and starts selling it then I'm going to have a problem with that, he has officially affected and endangered other people and that's when it should be illegal.
When what you're doing affects the lives of others, that is wrong.
This next one goes along with the bum just mentioned. What you do in your house is your business, if you want to pile junk in your house to the ceiling, be my guest. No one should be able to come into your house and say, "Because you're a hoarder you can't take care of yourself and so now Adult Protective Services will be contacting you." No, that is wrong. If you have children or a spouse or even pets that is when someone should step in, you are endangering the lives of other people and beings. If you hoard things outside and it is causing rodents to run around your yard and your neighbors, then that is also when someone should step in. If it's just an eye sore to other people, they need to get over it.
If you don't feel like buckling up in your car, you shouldn't have to. I wouldn't do it, because I don't feel like flying through a windshield, but if you want to make that decision you shouldn't end up with a ticket. You're in your car, you are not endangering anyone other than yourself and the government shouldn't tell us what to do.
Please buckle up though, it's just not safe to ride around without doing that.
America the free, my butt. Like I said I'm Christian, you might be Muslim, Buddhist, Pagan, or Atheist. I respect your beliefs and maybe I don't agree with them and you don't agree with mine, but until you start blowing things up or shoving your beliefs down my throat I don't have a problem with you.
And for all you crazies out there, Christianity and Muslim are basically the same exact religion, what we call our God is really the only difference. The President should be able to swear in on whatever he feels like, if it's the Bible, the Qur'an, a novel whatever means something to him. If the Bible has no significance to the person then he or she swearing on it isn't going to take anything seriously.
Abortion, while I don't agree with it, should be legal until a certain point in the pregnancy, once that heart starts beating it should be considered murder and should be treated that way. You killed a living thing and you should receive the same punishment anyone else would. If you are underage, ie: under lets say 18, you should need parental consent. Teenagers have not fully developed their frontal lobe and are unable to make proper decisions and cannot think about the consequences, a parent or guardian should be able to help make that decision.
With that said about the frontal lobe, I think the voting age should be raised. An 18 year old is too involved with keg parties, who's sleeping with who, and the latest celeb gossip. They will follow the crowd and vote for who their "bestie" of the moment votes for. They will not base their opinion upon facts and who actually is going to be the best President. Raise that junk!
If people wanna die, let 'em die.
If you rape someone with a broomstick then cut their extremities off one by one while the victim is still alive and let them bleed to death while you poke them with an ice pick. You should die the EXACT same way. And I think that's enough explanation.
Fin.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Witty title about me being self-righteous.
I was called self-righteous by someone a few weeks ago and as much as I wish it wouldn't, it has been bothering me. As much as I say, "I couldn't careless what you say or think about me," truth is, a part of me does, I have a frontal lobe just like everyone and sometimes things hurt.
I keep wondering, "am I self-righteous?" and "why is that bad?" I understand society has made being self-righteous a bad thing, and some times it is, but why should someone be upset or scared of being who they are?
I'm not and will never apologize for who I am, maybe I am self-righteous, and maybe you are too, that's fine. Yes I hold myself to a high standard, everyone should. Maybe I'm better than some people, but I've earned that, I've worked to make myself better, I've learned things and continue to learn and that makes me, as a human, better. If you want to rank me against others then fine, that's what you do, I don't like saying "I'm better than you," because I don't think that's right.
I've set myself to a higher standard than what some other people have and I'm proud of myself and the choices I have made.
I was told today that I "attack" people for being wrong. I'm not going to say I don't attack people, but when you're being ignorant, I don't have much patience for that, especially when it comes to things you should know. Like how to spell and how to talk.
I said, "If you're a high school graduate then you should know the basics of grammar and spelling." There is no word in the English language that is spelled, "ur" it's "your" or "you're," there is no "wit" or "dis," it's "with" and "this." Can this come across as me attacking you? Probably, but I'd rather the world not be filled with idiots.
The rebuttal was, "what if there's a reason why they don't know the difference?" Then you shouldn't have graduated.
Public schools, I get it, are awful, I was lucky to go to a high school that wasn't too crappy, if you went to a school that sucked at teaching and you basically have the reading comprehension of a fifth grader, instead of getting butt hurt I think there should be some thanks involved. Is that self-righteous, most definitely, I admit it. However, would you rather be considered ignorant and idiotic and do nothing with your life or actually make something of yourself and have a good life???
If I say something on my blog that offends you and makes you think badly of me, you don't have to read my blog I'm not forcing you. If I say something directly to you that offends you, please let me know so I don't do it again and I can apologize. I have no way of knowing if I have offended you if you don't tell me.
I'm self-righteous and proud of it. Sorry if you're offended.
I keep wondering, "am I self-righteous?" and "why is that bad?" I understand society has made being self-righteous a bad thing, and some times it is, but why should someone be upset or scared of being who they are?
I'm not and will never apologize for who I am, maybe I am self-righteous, and maybe you are too, that's fine. Yes I hold myself to a high standard, everyone should. Maybe I'm better than some people, but I've earned that, I've worked to make myself better, I've learned things and continue to learn and that makes me, as a human, better. If you want to rank me against others then fine, that's what you do, I don't like saying "I'm better than you," because I don't think that's right.
I've set myself to a higher standard than what some other people have and I'm proud of myself and the choices I have made.
I was told today that I "attack" people for being wrong. I'm not going to say I don't attack people, but when you're being ignorant, I don't have much patience for that, especially when it comes to things you should know. Like how to spell and how to talk.
I said, "If you're a high school graduate then you should know the basics of grammar and spelling." There is no word in the English language that is spelled, "ur" it's "your" or "you're," there is no "wit" or "dis," it's "with" and "this." Can this come across as me attacking you? Probably, but I'd rather the world not be filled with idiots.
The rebuttal was, "what if there's a reason why they don't know the difference?" Then you shouldn't have graduated.
Public schools, I get it, are awful, I was lucky to go to a high school that wasn't too crappy, if you went to a school that sucked at teaching and you basically have the reading comprehension of a fifth grader, instead of getting butt hurt I think there should be some thanks involved. Is that self-righteous, most definitely, I admit it. However, would you rather be considered ignorant and idiotic and do nothing with your life or actually make something of yourself and have a good life???
If I say something on my blog that offends you and makes you think badly of me, you don't have to read my blog I'm not forcing you. If I say something directly to you that offends you, please let me know so I don't do it again and I can apologize. I have no way of knowing if I have offended you if you don't tell me.
I'm self-righteous and proud of it. Sorry if you're offended.
The Help.
Yesterday I saw the movie, The Help.
It was an amazing movie, it was eye opening, moving, and funny. It made me think a lot about my culture and other cultures as well, mainly "African American."
**This blog might be offensive to some people, just a warning.**
Let me start off by doing a little background about myself and what I believe on the "African American" community. I guess I'll start with why I keep putting "African American" in quotes. Because you're not from Africa.
Unless you were born in Africa and moved to the U.S., you are not labeled "African American," you are, sorry to say, an American. Your ancestors were from Africa, yes. THEY were African Americans. My family is from Russia, but I have never labeled myself, "Russian American," that's just silly.
To continue, I have never thought of myself as being racist, I don't like racists and I do not like when people, this part is important, whether you are black, white, Asian, African, German, or French, use the "n" word. How do you expect people to stop calling you that when you, being black people, call each other that? That is the definition of "insane." Stop calling each other the "n" word, even if it ends in "igga," and people will stop calling you that. Monkey see, monkey do, and no that was not meant in any sort of derogatory way.
We all know I'm a stickler when it comes to grammar and they way people talk. If you talk ignorant, people are going to treat you ignorant. I stand firm on this, but The Help and Devin's immense knowledge of junk have given me more of an understanding on why black people speak the way they do.
I will enlighten you on what was brought to my attention.
During the slave days and even after, black people were not allowed to talk "well." It was seen as black people trying to be as good as or better than white people and they were hung. To save their lives they spoke the way we are all familiar with, even if they were brilliant. This dialect was passed down through the generations and has even made it to the twenty-first century.
With that said, this is the twenty-first century, I understand your ancestors suffered a lot, I understand your culture and heritage means a lot to you. Don't make yourself look ignorant anymore. Rise above all of that hate and racism. So many people fought to give you the life you have today, many of them lost their lives for you and what are you doing now??? Look around you, if you're white or black or any color, what do you think of when you think of the twenty-first century black person? I'll be honest, I think ignorance, violence, trashy, sex, drugs and welfare. None of those are good. I'm sure you're reading this saying "omg she's racist." No I'm not, I'm honest. What do I think of when I think about black people in the 60's? Strong, powerful, leaders, brave, courageous, smart, amazing, loving, forgiving, there are so many more, but I'd be here for a while. All of those are good. I don't understand how you can be so proud of your ancestors and shove it in peoples faces that "my ancestors were slaves they died because of you white people,"(who is racist now?) but all you're doing now is gathering welfare and dealing drugs on the street corner and on some days go shoot up some house because they owe you money??? Be proud of who you are. Every single person has had ancestors who have suffered, it's part of humanity, people are still suffering, people are still slaves, be the person your ancestors fought for.
With that said, I'll get back to the movie. Like I said, it was amazing! I couldn't believe that some white families would actually make their black maids use a different restroom than what they used. They would actually build an outhouse so the maid could use it, because "black people spread disease." That's ridiculous, and whats more, you wont let her use your restroom, but you'll let her hold and raise your child, make your meals and do your laundry? That's not going to spread disease???
People were and still are ignorant, just because someone is different from you doesn't mean they're a bad person, it means they're beautiful and wonderful just like you. People need to get over their differences and start to love each other, everything would be so much better, but alas, that is never going to happen.
Say what you will about me, call me a racist, call me what ever you please, but know they're just words and at the end of the day, whatever you call me isn't going to help you sleep any better.
"Ever morning, until you dead in the ground, you gone have to make this decision. You gone have to ask yourself, "Am I gone believe what them fools say about me today?"
-Constantine, The Help
It was an amazing movie, it was eye opening, moving, and funny. It made me think a lot about my culture and other cultures as well, mainly "African American."
**This blog might be offensive to some people, just a warning.**
Let me start off by doing a little background about myself and what I believe on the "African American" community. I guess I'll start with why I keep putting "African American" in quotes. Because you're not from Africa.
Unless you were born in Africa and moved to the U.S., you are not labeled "African American," you are, sorry to say, an American. Your ancestors were from Africa, yes. THEY were African Americans. My family is from Russia, but I have never labeled myself, "Russian American," that's just silly.
To continue, I have never thought of myself as being racist, I don't like racists and I do not like when people, this part is important, whether you are black, white, Asian, African, German, or French, use the "n" word. How do you expect people to stop calling you that when you, being black people, call each other that? That is the definition of "insane." Stop calling each other the "n" word, even if it ends in "igga," and people will stop calling you that. Monkey see, monkey do, and no that was not meant in any sort of derogatory way.
We all know I'm a stickler when it comes to grammar and they way people talk. If you talk ignorant, people are going to treat you ignorant. I stand firm on this, but The Help and Devin's immense knowledge of junk have given me more of an understanding on why black people speak the way they do.
I will enlighten you on what was brought to my attention.
During the slave days and even after, black people were not allowed to talk "well." It was seen as black people trying to be as good as or better than white people and they were hung. To save their lives they spoke the way we are all familiar with, even if they were brilliant. This dialect was passed down through the generations and has even made it to the twenty-first century.
With that said, this is the twenty-first century, I understand your ancestors suffered a lot, I understand your culture and heritage means a lot to you. Don't make yourself look ignorant anymore. Rise above all of that hate and racism. So many people fought to give you the life you have today, many of them lost their lives for you and what are you doing now??? Look around you, if you're white or black or any color, what do you think of when you think of the twenty-first century black person? I'll be honest, I think ignorance, violence, trashy, sex, drugs and welfare. None of those are good. I'm sure you're reading this saying "omg she's racist." No I'm not, I'm honest. What do I think of when I think about black people in the 60's? Strong, powerful, leaders, brave, courageous, smart, amazing, loving, forgiving, there are so many more, but I'd be here for a while. All of those are good. I don't understand how you can be so proud of your ancestors and shove it in peoples faces that "my ancestors were slaves they died because of you white people,"(who is racist now?) but all you're doing now is gathering welfare and dealing drugs on the street corner and on some days go shoot up some house because they owe you money??? Be proud of who you are. Every single person has had ancestors who have suffered, it's part of humanity, people are still suffering, people are still slaves, be the person your ancestors fought for.
With that said, I'll get back to the movie. Like I said, it was amazing! I couldn't believe that some white families would actually make their black maids use a different restroom than what they used. They would actually build an outhouse so the maid could use it, because "black people spread disease." That's ridiculous, and whats more, you wont let her use your restroom, but you'll let her hold and raise your child, make your meals and do your laundry? That's not going to spread disease???
People were and still are ignorant, just because someone is different from you doesn't mean they're a bad person, it means they're beautiful and wonderful just like you. People need to get over their differences and start to love each other, everything would be so much better, but alas, that is never going to happen.
Say what you will about me, call me a racist, call me what ever you please, but know they're just words and at the end of the day, whatever you call me isn't going to help you sleep any better.
"Ever morning, until you dead in the ground, you gone have to make this decision. You gone have to ask yourself, "Am I gone believe what them fools say about me today?"
-Constantine, The Help
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Hi, My name is Kaylan and my husband is a Sgt.
I don't understand girls. Any girl, any age, any race, background, religion, height, hair color, if you are a girl I don't understand you. Saying this, in turn, means I don't understand myself. Some times I don't. I'll wonder why I did or said something, especially if it was completely ridiculous or out of character. All girls are two-faced. You can be ignorant all you want and say you're not, but you are.
I don't understand how girls can talk about someone behind their back, but still hang out with them. I'm sure I'm guilty of doing this, which proves that I don't understand myself, but I'm pretty sure I left that part of me in high school since I haven't had any friends that I hang out with in a while.
That's too much trouble trying to remember who you don't like and what you've said about someone to another person. You do realize that anything you say about someone will eventually get around to that person? If you don't like someone, don't hang out with them! It makes things less difficult when they want to hang out with you and you have to make up lies as to why you can't hang out.
Also, girls are extremely catty. Especially military wives. Get off your high horse, you don't wear your husbands rank, you don't have his MOS, you didn't go through 13 weeks of hell (unless you used to or are in then ignore that statement.) I haven't met any of the wives of Marines my husband works with, but so far I like them a lot better than some of the girls I have met. I could careless if your husband is an Officer, you're not, and especially if he is a Lt. Shoving your hubs Lt. rank down my throat is kind of asking to get kicked in the face. I don't care if your husband is Ordinance or works on the flight line, I honestly don't care if he is an instructor or DI, I don't care if he's a pilot, I really don't care if he is a grunt. Maybe some of the wives have forgotten, they work together, they do the same job. Without my husband, your husband couldn't do his job, and without someone else's husband, my husband couldn't do his job.
It's a give and take relationship that THEY deal with. If your man doesn't like the "IT" guys don't take it out on me because mine works with computers. If your guy or you thinks he's better than everyone else because he's a grunt, too bad he's not. His job is just as important as anyone's.
Notice that I said "HE" and "HIS," not "YOU" and "YOURS." You're not a Marine stop acting like one. It's perfectly fine to be proud of your husband, I'm extremely proud of mine, but don't gloat about it to people who you're trying to be friends with.
It's extremely difficult to find a wife who doesn't wear her husbands rank and that's just pitiful. Don't introduce yourself like the title of this blog. That's a sure way to end up with no friends. That's why everyone should take LINKS or an equivalent class. You're a civilian not a Marine.
I don't understand how girls can talk about someone behind their back, but still hang out with them. I'm sure I'm guilty of doing this, which proves that I don't understand myself, but I'm pretty sure I left that part of me in high school since I haven't had any friends that I hang out with in a while.
That's too much trouble trying to remember who you don't like and what you've said about someone to another person. You do realize that anything you say about someone will eventually get around to that person? If you don't like someone, don't hang out with them! It makes things less difficult when they want to hang out with you and you have to make up lies as to why you can't hang out.
Also, girls are extremely catty. Especially military wives. Get off your high horse, you don't wear your husbands rank, you don't have his MOS, you didn't go through 13 weeks of hell (unless you used to or are in then ignore that statement.) I haven't met any of the wives of Marines my husband works with, but so far I like them a lot better than some of the girls I have met. I could careless if your husband is an Officer, you're not, and especially if he is a Lt. Shoving your hubs Lt. rank down my throat is kind of asking to get kicked in the face. I don't care if your husband is Ordinance or works on the flight line, I honestly don't care if he is an instructor or DI, I don't care if he's a pilot, I really don't care if he is a grunt. Maybe some of the wives have forgotten, they work together, they do the same job. Without my husband, your husband couldn't do his job, and without someone else's husband, my husband couldn't do his job.
It's a give and take relationship that THEY deal with. If your man doesn't like the "IT" guys don't take it out on me because mine works with computers. If your guy or you thinks he's better than everyone else because he's a grunt, too bad he's not. His job is just as important as anyone's.
Notice that I said "HE" and "HIS," not "YOU" and "YOURS." You're not a Marine stop acting like one. It's perfectly fine to be proud of your husband, I'm extremely proud of mine, but don't gloat about it to people who you're trying to be friends with.
It's extremely difficult to find a wife who doesn't wear her husbands rank and that's just pitiful. Don't introduce yourself like the title of this blog. That's a sure way to end up with no friends. That's why everyone should take LINKS or an equivalent class. You're a civilian not a Marine.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
I know the shame in your defeat
How fun was today? Huh?!
Stupid people starting fights on Facebook for no reason, gotta love 'em.
I'm sure people think it's my fault and that I shouldn't have posted such a status, but like I said to them, it's my Facebook and I'll post what I damn well please. I encourage you to do the same.
I could honestly careless if you watched the entire Casey Anthony trial or watched none of it. The thing you have to remember is one word, "perspective." I learned the significance of this word at the last daycare I worked at, thank you Frank for opening my eyes. It doesn't matter what the truth is, it matters what people see. His example, if you're playing with the children and for some reason you turn your back on one child and that child's parent, or anyone for that matter, happens to see your back turned to that child they're going to see it as you don't care and you're not watching that child, even if you had just turned around for literally 2 seconds.
It's what the other person sees, that's what they're going to believe, no matter what you say.
I don't know if any of you who commented on my status watched the trial, again I could careless, but when you wait till today to post a status about how awful it is she got off and her daughter is dead it makes you look like you're only doing it for the attention.
I'll be honest, I didn't watch the trial. I don't like watching or seeing things that will make me upset, and the death/murder of a child and the ignorance of some people would make me upset. Do I think Casey Anthony is guilty of murder? I have no idea and I'm not going to sit here and say she is because 20 people on Facebook say she is. I'm not going to judge someone when I have no information or proof that she did it. Do I think something is wrong with Casey? Yes, granted there's something wrong with everyone.
Do I have a heart of stone for not posting about how awful it is that Caylee died? No, I think it's terrible and I hope they find whoever did kill her, her family deserves to know. No child deserves that. And because I have faith in God, I know that not only is Caylee safe and happy, I know God will judge the person who did kill her even if we don't. And anyways it's not our place to hate someone. "Anyone who hates his brother is a murderer, and you know that no murderer has eternal life in him."
So that's basically all I have to say about the trial, now let's move on to the people.
I'm glad people felt so moved to comment on my status, but let me just say this and I don't mean this in a mean way, well in the less meanest way possible, the world does not revolve around you. Because I post something and maybe it has to do with something you said or have done doesn't mean I'm talking about you. If I want to say something to you, I'll most likely blog about it. I might come to you about it, but we all know I like blogging, so read my blog if you want to know if I have a problem with you. Let me also say this, this is the computer. A computer is a machine. Machines are incapable of producing emotion and words, now-a-days, are often flat.
I most likely will not put time and effort into using adjectives to explain how I'm feeling, especially in the heat of the moment. If I have had time to think it over and sort of calm down that is when you, my fine people, are in trouble. I will tear you to pieces, after all the pen, or in this case-keyboard, is mightier than the sword. Is that mean? Probably,(warning I'm about to get ghetto) but when you come on "my turf" and disrespect me, I have a big problem with that and you wont do it again, trust me. </ghetto>
Also, when you're supposed to be my friend, do not talk down to me and say I need to get a life. Get off Facebook if you're so concerned about people having lives. Obviously you don't. And how dare you even say that, I'd like to see what you would be doing if you were in a new state hundreds of miles away from your family alone, while your husband is on the other side of the country, dumb bitch.
If you know me well, you know I rarely cuss, I usually only do it when I'm mad or well, since I've been married to someone who drops the F bomb like it's nothing. I have no problem with people who cuss, some times I find it funny or cute. Yes weird I know, but it's true. So please don't censor yourself around me, I'll feel offended that you can't be your true self around me.
Like I said before, I'm glad people felt moved to comment on something I said, I feel one cannot grow and learn without others. I would love to talk to any and all of you who have something to say, please message me or email me if you want to tell me your thoughts and opinions. Now I cannot push this enough, but I refuse to have any type of civil conversation with you if you plan on being immature, ignorant or just down right rude.
This is the most random blog I think I've posted.
Lets keep that style going.
This Christmas I'm wanting to go to a children's hospital and donate gifts, if you'd like to help Lani and myself set this up please let me know, I've never done this and any suggestions are welcome!
Stupid people starting fights on Facebook for no reason, gotta love 'em.
I'm sure people think it's my fault and that I shouldn't have posted such a status, but like I said to them, it's my Facebook and I'll post what I damn well please. I encourage you to do the same.
I could honestly careless if you watched the entire Casey Anthony trial or watched none of it. The thing you have to remember is one word, "perspective." I learned the significance of this word at the last daycare I worked at, thank you Frank for opening my eyes. It doesn't matter what the truth is, it matters what people see. His example, if you're playing with the children and for some reason you turn your back on one child and that child's parent, or anyone for that matter, happens to see your back turned to that child they're going to see it as you don't care and you're not watching that child, even if you had just turned around for literally 2 seconds.
It's what the other person sees, that's what they're going to believe, no matter what you say.
I don't know if any of you who commented on my status watched the trial, again I could careless, but when you wait till today to post a status about how awful it is she got off and her daughter is dead it makes you look like you're only doing it for the attention.
I'll be honest, I didn't watch the trial. I don't like watching or seeing things that will make me upset, and the death/murder of a child and the ignorance of some people would make me upset. Do I think Casey Anthony is guilty of murder? I have no idea and I'm not going to sit here and say she is because 20 people on Facebook say she is. I'm not going to judge someone when I have no information or proof that she did it. Do I think something is wrong with Casey? Yes, granted there's something wrong with everyone.
Do I have a heart of stone for not posting about how awful it is that Caylee died? No, I think it's terrible and I hope they find whoever did kill her, her family deserves to know. No child deserves that. And because I have faith in God, I know that not only is Caylee safe and happy, I know God will judge the person who did kill her even if we don't. And anyways it's not our place to hate someone. "Anyone who hates his brother is a murderer, and you know that no murderer has eternal life in him."
So that's basically all I have to say about the trial, now let's move on to the people.
I'm glad people felt so moved to comment on my status, but let me just say this and I don't mean this in a mean way, well in the less meanest way possible, the world does not revolve around you. Because I post something and maybe it has to do with something you said or have done doesn't mean I'm talking about you. If I want to say something to you, I'll most likely blog about it. I might come to you about it, but we all know I like blogging, so read my blog if you want to know if I have a problem with you. Let me also say this, this is the computer. A computer is a machine. Machines are incapable of producing emotion and words, now-a-days, are often flat.
I most likely will not put time and effort into using adjectives to explain how I'm feeling, especially in the heat of the moment. If I have had time to think it over and sort of calm down that is when you, my fine people, are in trouble. I will tear you to pieces, after all the pen, or in this case-keyboard, is mightier than the sword. Is that mean? Probably,(warning I'm about to get ghetto) but when you come on "my turf" and disrespect me, I have a big problem with that and you wont do it again, trust me. </ghetto>
Also, when you're supposed to be my friend, do not talk down to me and say I need to get a life. Get off Facebook if you're so concerned about people having lives. Obviously you don't. And how dare you even say that, I'd like to see what you would be doing if you were in a new state hundreds of miles away from your family alone, while your husband is on the other side of the country, dumb bitch.
If you know me well, you know I rarely cuss, I usually only do it when I'm mad or well, since I've been married to someone who drops the F bomb like it's nothing. I have no problem with people who cuss, some times I find it funny or cute. Yes weird I know, but it's true. So please don't censor yourself around me, I'll feel offended that you can't be your true self around me.
Like I said before, I'm glad people felt moved to comment on something I said, I feel one cannot grow and learn without others. I would love to talk to any and all of you who have something to say, please message me or email me if you want to tell me your thoughts and opinions. Now I cannot push this enough, but I refuse to have any type of civil conversation with you if you plan on being immature, ignorant or just down right rude.
This is the most random blog I think I've posted.
Lets keep that style going.
This Christmas I'm wanting to go to a children's hospital and donate gifts, if you'd like to help Lani and myself set this up please let me know, I've never done this and any suggestions are welcome!
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.
"Aw man, another post about friends?! You've got to be kidding!"
Nope, I'm not. This one is different though, well sort of. I'm not going to rant about how crappy my, "friends" are. I'm not too sure what this is going to be about, but we'll see.
My best friend, I love her to death, text me last night and told me she was going to the doctor today. Obviously I was extremely worried I told her to text me as soon as she got out. This afternoon when I got up, yes afternoon, I got a text from her letting me know the initial tests were fine. I was so relieved.
She posted on Facebook that she had an EKG and blood work done. Now when I see "EKG" and "blood work" I want to know what the heck is going on and if that person is okay. You don't just go to the doctor for a check up and leave with an EKG done and blood drawn.
Out of all 219 friends of hers on Facebook, I was the only one that commented on it. Her boyfriend was worried too and was texting her, but seriously two people out of all of your "close" friends actually care about your health?
That's messed up.
Now, as you all know, I suck at making friends. I'm extremely awkward and shy and social situations usually make me uncomfortable. Luckily the three girls I have met are really sweet and make the awkwardness subside a little bit, which I'm thankful for! (Thanks Lani, Renee and Kassy!! <3)
With that said, I feel like there are so many fake people in the Corps and in general. I'm one of those people that when I'm your friend, I'm in it till the end. There's no, "Oh well I'm friends with this person, so I can't be friends with you." Or "We're besties, but I'm going to talk about you behind your back."
If you're one of those, you basically just shot yourself in the foot because I will never be your friend, no matter what you say.
I expect my friends to be there for me when I need them, and I'll be there for you. You're having a bad day? I'll be over in two seconds, your husband deployed, I'll go get the ice cream. I expect you to do the same.
I don't need "fair weather" friends, I need best friends. I'm not one of those people that can only have one best friend, if I could have like four or five BEST friends where I can tell you anything and trust 100% that you're not going to judge me or go tell everyone else, I'd be set.
So if you can't live up to my expectations, then let me know so I can move on to someone who actually respects my opinion and me.
This is what I want.^^^^
Nope, I'm not. This one is different though, well sort of. I'm not going to rant about how crappy my, "friends" are. I'm not too sure what this is going to be about, but we'll see.
My best friend, I love her to death, text me last night and told me she was going to the doctor today. Obviously I was extremely worried I told her to text me as soon as she got out. This afternoon when I got up, yes afternoon, I got a text from her letting me know the initial tests were fine. I was so relieved.
She posted on Facebook that she had an EKG and blood work done. Now when I see "EKG" and "blood work" I want to know what the heck is going on and if that person is okay. You don't just go to the doctor for a check up and leave with an EKG done and blood drawn.
Out of all 219 friends of hers on Facebook, I was the only one that commented on it. Her boyfriend was worried too and was texting her, but seriously two people out of all of your "close" friends actually care about your health?
That's messed up.
Now, as you all know, I suck at making friends. I'm extremely awkward and shy and social situations usually make me uncomfortable. Luckily the three girls I have met are really sweet and make the awkwardness subside a little bit, which I'm thankful for! (Thanks Lani, Renee and Kassy!! <3)
With that said, I feel like there are so many fake people in the Corps and in general. I'm one of those people that when I'm your friend, I'm in it till the end. There's no, "Oh well I'm friends with this person, so I can't be friends with you." Or "We're besties, but I'm going to talk about you behind your back."
If you're one of those, you basically just shot yourself in the foot because I will never be your friend, no matter what you say.
I expect my friends to be there for me when I need them, and I'll be there for you. You're having a bad day? I'll be over in two seconds, your husband deployed, I'll go get the ice cream. I expect you to do the same.
I don't need "fair weather" friends, I need best friends. I'm not one of those people that can only have one best friend, if I could have like four or five BEST friends where I can tell you anything and trust 100% that you're not going to judge me or go tell everyone else, I'd be set.
So if you can't live up to my expectations, then let me know so I can move on to someone who actually respects my opinion and me.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Ode to Chelsey.
Blogger, I've missed you.
I haven't felt the need to blog about anything, "worth while."
I can always blog about how stupid people are, or my "obsession" with correcting people when they're wrong, it's not an obsession, it's teaching thank you very much!
I blog about those all the time. I haven't done my Disney Challenge in a while, but no one reads those anyways so I end up wasting thirty minutes to an hour researching and getting pictures when one person (me) reads it.
I posted a status asking what I should blog about and received one answer in return.
From my best friend since childhood, her answer was, "Me."
So I guess I will do a blog about Chelsey.
Plain and simple, this is my Ode to Chelsey:
Chelsey moved across the street the street from me when I was ten and she was almost nine. It was actually diagonal from my house, to the left. She had the deepest southern accent and cute brown ringlets. We instantly became friends, as a side note remember when you were little making friends there was never "awkward silences," you just clicked with that person and that was it. Why is it so hard when you get older?
Finding out our birthdays were basically right next to each other, hers is the 29th mine is the 27th of November, only solidified our friendship!
Anyways, we always played together going on adventures at Chalker or the woods behind some random persons house. We found a secret place, actually in the woods behind someones house. There was a tree you could climb and sit on and also a little creek that ran behind it. We would pack food and go on a picnic to our secret place.
We would spend the night at her house and stay up as late as possible watching T.V. or playing silly games. We always thought we were witches and could do magic, thank you "The Craft," for making children believe they can actually be witches and thank you society for stealing our dreams away from us. Anyways, I remember we burnt her door because we had it leaning against boxes as a "fort" and we lit a candle under it, burning the door. I don't think her mom was that mad, which was good!
She got a trampoline and our summer and afternoons after school were spent living on that thing! It was so much fun and at the same time dangerous. I hated getting double bounced, that's the worst thing in the world, and I believe Chelsey fell off the trampoline one time. We would lay on it and look at the sky or get it wet and have a way to cool down during the summer.
Her neighbors were two little boys, one, Andrew, had the biggest crush on Chelsey and we would have pine cone wars with them, I'm pretty sure we always won, those boys were big babies!!
There's a wooden fence dividing their yards and one day Chelsey and I got our hands muddy and put our hand prints on the fence and wrote our names, in mud, next to them. A few years ago, when I was still living in Georgia snuck into the new renters back yard and looked to see if our hand prints were still there. This was years after we had placed them there. True friendship lasts the tests of time.
Chelsey, unfortunately, moved right before she went into 7th grade I was going into 8th. She moved all the way to Texas! Those years were tough, we barely talked we basically stopped being friends. She ended up moving back to North Carolina, where she is originally from and we started talking again. I don't think there has been a day where we haven't talked for the past three years.
Since we've know each other we've gotten into multiple fights, we've slapped each other even. Through it all though we've remained friends, no matter what we say or do to each other we'll always be friends.
We tell each other are deepest and darkest secrets, we talk about the absolute weirdest things. Seriously, picture the weirdest thing you can now take it three steps further, yeah we talk about that.
She's the smartest funniest girl I know. She's determined and caring. I know she'll always be there for me when I need her and I will always be there for her, no matter how far away we are from each other I know she has my back and I have hers.
One day I am sure we will be neighbors again and when that day comes, world you better watch out!
I wish everyone could have or does have a BFF like I have!! If you don't you're missing out and if you do, you're lucky and don't let them go!
I love you Chelsey, as if we were family!
I haven't felt the need to blog about anything, "worth while."
I can always blog about how stupid people are, or my "obsession" with correcting people when they're wrong, it's not an obsession, it's teaching thank you very much!
I blog about those all the time. I haven't done my Disney Challenge in a while, but no one reads those anyways so I end up wasting thirty minutes to an hour researching and getting pictures when one person (me) reads it.
I posted a status asking what I should blog about and received one answer in return.
From my best friend since childhood, her answer was, "Me."
So I guess I will do a blog about Chelsey.
Plain and simple, this is my Ode to Chelsey:
Chelsey moved across the street the street from me when I was ten and she was almost nine. It was actually diagonal from my house, to the left. She had the deepest southern accent and cute brown ringlets. We instantly became friends, as a side note remember when you were little making friends there was never "awkward silences," you just clicked with that person and that was it. Why is it so hard when you get older?
Finding out our birthdays were basically right next to each other, hers is the 29th mine is the 27th of November, only solidified our friendship!
Anyways, we always played together going on adventures at Chalker or the woods behind some random persons house. We found a secret place, actually in the woods behind someones house. There was a tree you could climb and sit on and also a little creek that ran behind it. We would pack food and go on a picnic to our secret place.
We would spend the night at her house and stay up as late as possible watching T.V. or playing silly games. We always thought we were witches and could do magic, thank you "The Craft," for making children believe they can actually be witches and thank you society for stealing our dreams away from us. Anyways, I remember we burnt her door because we had it leaning against boxes as a "fort" and we lit a candle under it, burning the door. I don't think her mom was that mad, which was good!
She got a trampoline and our summer and afternoons after school were spent living on that thing! It was so much fun and at the same time dangerous. I hated getting double bounced, that's the worst thing in the world, and I believe Chelsey fell off the trampoline one time. We would lay on it and look at the sky or get it wet and have a way to cool down during the summer.
Her neighbors were two little boys, one, Andrew, had the biggest crush on Chelsey and we would have pine cone wars with them, I'm pretty sure we always won, those boys were big babies!!
There's a wooden fence dividing their yards and one day Chelsey and I got our hands muddy and put our hand prints on the fence and wrote our names, in mud, next to them. A few years ago, when I was still living in Georgia snuck into the new renters back yard and looked to see if our hand prints were still there. This was years after we had placed them there. True friendship lasts the tests of time.
Chelsey, unfortunately, moved right before she went into 7th grade I was going into 8th. She moved all the way to Texas! Those years were tough, we barely talked we basically stopped being friends. She ended up moving back to North Carolina, where she is originally from and we started talking again. I don't think there has been a day where we haven't talked for the past three years.
Since we've know each other we've gotten into multiple fights, we've slapped each other even. Through it all though we've remained friends, no matter what we say or do to each other we'll always be friends.
We tell each other are deepest and darkest secrets, we talk about the absolute weirdest things. Seriously, picture the weirdest thing you can now take it three steps further, yeah we talk about that.
She's the smartest funniest girl I know. She's determined and caring. I know she'll always be there for me when I need her and I will always be there for her, no matter how far away we are from each other I know she has my back and I have hers.
One day I am sure we will be neighbors again and when that day comes, world you better watch out!
I wish everyone could have or does have a BFF like I have!! If you don't you're missing out and if you do, you're lucky and don't let them go!
I love you Chelsey, as if we were family!
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Malevolent
This is the first time I've been able to connect to the internet in 24 hours. I know, it doesn't seem like a big deal, but when you have Comcast, it's a huge deal.
Every time you call Comcast they mutter something about "quality" service, blah blah blah, I stopped listening after the third phone call to them. If you're wondering how many times I've called Comcast in the past 24 hours, let me tell you 14. I've memorized the buttons I need to push to get to where I want, #, last four#, 1, 2, 2, 1, 2 ,2. Then you get to yell at a representative.
Side note, I find it a strange coincidence that those numbers are 122. :)
"My internet isn't working."
"I am truly sorry about that ma'am (shut up no you're not), what's the name on the account?"
...
"and who are you?"
...
"Thank you ma'am.....There's an outage in your area."
"I know, I've known since yesterday there was an outage. I'm paying you guys to have "quality service," and yet you can't deliver."
"It should be working soon ma'am, what I can do-" and they sound really excited about what they're going to tell me, like it'll fix all my problems, " is give you a call when the service starts working again and the outage is over."
"I don't want a phone call, I want my internet to work."
Let me tell you, Comcast is the worst company ever to deal will. Yesterday, I called at 2pm they told me to call back in 2-3 hours and the outage was 60% over with. Whatever. So I called back at 5pm,
"I'm truly sorry ma'am. The outage seems to be at 30%, we have no ETA when the service will work again, call back in 4 hours."
Yes it went down 30% apparently, or someone is a big liar. Don't ask to be transferred to "Customer Service," 'cause guess what? They'll transfer you to billing. When you ask to be transferred from billing to Customer Service, they will act shocked like they don't know what the heck those two words mean and tell you, "We don't have a customer service." Oooo Shocker! I could've told you that.
If you demand to speak to a supervisor they will refuse unless you give them a "good enough" reason as to why you need to go above their little brain, "Because I'm about to cancel my service," is not a good enough reason. Instead you'll get, "You can cancel if you want to ma'am."
"Do you really think your boss wants to hear you telling customers to cancel?"
"NO!!!! You said you were going to cancel."
"Which is when you give me a damn good reason to stay idiot." Apparently she didn't go through training.
When you ask for a credit to go on your account they tell you it will be two dollars.... Two full dollars. Ballin'!
I feel awful for people who had college courses online and because of Comcast weren't able to get their stuff turned in or worse they had a final and failed because of Comcast.
They only thing that makes me feel a tiny bit better is that, one of the times I called they said the outage was affecting 500 homes, so assuming those 500 people have the same service I do, Comcast is losing 1000 dollars or more if people have a higher package.
Please people, save yourselves a bunch of trouble, when you're looking for internet/cable service, skip right over Comcast. You'll be glad you did.
Side note.
Apparently my neighbors don't take cops seriously, because if you follow me on Facebook, you know they are constantly blaring rap music. They were doing so at like 9pm last night, I was in an awful mood anyways so they last thing I wanted to hear was the music of Satan's ass hole, for a split second I contemplated blaring my music back, I decided against it, that would make me no better than them, so I called the cops on them about a noise ordinance, apparently the cops came out, but my neighbors, I suppose are above the law, and they continued to blare it. At 1:38 am, it was still going, so I called again. Shortly after, aka 2 am the music stopped.
I don't get how a 21 year old acts more mature than two forty somethings.
Every time you call Comcast they mutter something about "quality" service, blah blah blah, I stopped listening after the third phone call to them. If you're wondering how many times I've called Comcast in the past 24 hours, let me tell you 14. I've memorized the buttons I need to push to get to where I want, #, last four#, 1, 2, 2, 1, 2 ,2. Then you get to yell at a representative.
Side note, I find it a strange coincidence that those numbers are 122. :)
"My internet isn't working."
"I am truly sorry about that ma'am (shut up no you're not), what's the name on the account?"
...
"and who are you?"
...
"Thank you ma'am.....There's an outage in your area."
"I know, I've known since yesterday there was an outage. I'm paying you guys to have "quality service," and yet you can't deliver."
"It should be working soon ma'am, what I can do-" and they sound really excited about what they're going to tell me, like it'll fix all my problems, " is give you a call when the service starts working again and the outage is over."
"I don't want a phone call, I want my internet to work."
Let me tell you, Comcast is the worst company ever to deal will. Yesterday, I called at 2pm they told me to call back in 2-3 hours and the outage was 60% over with. Whatever. So I called back at 5pm,
"I'm truly sorry ma'am. The outage seems to be at 30%, we have no ETA when the service will work again, call back in 4 hours."
Yes it went down 30% apparently, or someone is a big liar. Don't ask to be transferred to "Customer Service," 'cause guess what? They'll transfer you to billing. When you ask to be transferred from billing to Customer Service, they will act shocked like they don't know what the heck those two words mean and tell you, "We don't have a customer service." Oooo Shocker! I could've told you that.
If you demand to speak to a supervisor they will refuse unless you give them a "good enough" reason as to why you need to go above their little brain, "Because I'm about to cancel my service," is not a good enough reason. Instead you'll get, "You can cancel if you want to ma'am."
"Do you really think your boss wants to hear you telling customers to cancel?"
"NO!!!! You said you were going to cancel."
"Which is when you give me a damn good reason to stay idiot." Apparently she didn't go through training.
When you ask for a credit to go on your account they tell you it will be two dollars.... Two full dollars. Ballin'!
I feel awful for people who had college courses online and because of Comcast weren't able to get their stuff turned in or worse they had a final and failed because of Comcast.
They only thing that makes me feel a tiny bit better is that, one of the times I called they said the outage was affecting 500 homes, so assuming those 500 people have the same service I do, Comcast is losing 1000 dollars or more if people have a higher package.
Please people, save yourselves a bunch of trouble, when you're looking for internet/cable service, skip right over Comcast. You'll be glad you did.
Side note.
Apparently my neighbors don't take cops seriously, because if you follow me on Facebook, you know they are constantly blaring rap music. They were doing so at like 9pm last night, I was in an awful mood anyways so they last thing I wanted to hear was the music of Satan's ass hole, for a split second I contemplated blaring my music back, I decided against it, that would make me no better than them, so I called the cops on them about a noise ordinance, apparently the cops came out, but my neighbors, I suppose are above the law, and they continued to blare it. At 1:38 am, it was still going, so I called again. Shortly after, aka 2 am the music stopped.
I don't get how a 21 year old acts more mature than two forty somethings.
Friday, June 24, 2011
To cause to know something.
I will never apologize for who I am.
Unlike Devin who has lost all hope for humanity ever being smart again, I have not. Granted the hope is small, but it's there. I told him he doesn't want to be an English teacher, which is why his hope is lost and mine is present. I'm sick of tip toeing around people because, apparently, correcting someone is taboo and rude. Excuse me if I'm wrong, but that's how people learn, or have you all already forgotten what that means?
Well here is the definition of the word "learn:" to gain knowledge, understanding or skill by study or experience.
How can you learn if you are never corrected? Here is the definition for "correct:" to make right <~an error>.
Whats an error? Error: a usu. ignorant or unintentional deviating from accuracy or truth.
I don't see the word "rude," anywhere in those definitions. I'm giving you knowledge by making right your deviation of the truth.
Honestly, if you don't like it, please delete me. Please. I have no problem helping the world become a better and smarter place, but if you'd like to stay ignorant and stupid, that's your choice and I will not stop correcting you, so if you don't like it, delete me.
I'm sick of reading abbreviated sentences with half of the words spelled wrong, does 5 seconds really make that much of a difference in your life that u hav 2 tipe lyke dis? First of all, you just look like a fool if you keep the same number of letters, but change the spelling, really, that didn't change how long it took you, it just makes you look like an idiot. Secondly, how am I, or anyone supposed to take anything you say seriously if you type like that. God only knows what you sound like when you open your mouth.
I'm from Georgia, my entire family is southern, some more on the hillbilly side than others, while a southern bell accent, like my mom has, is cute. The backwoods red neck dialect is obnoxious and I can't understand half of what you say. I could probably understand a Japanese deaf person more than I could you.
Quickly let me clear something up, in this post "you" is used generally, and not directed towards any one person, like my previous post was.
If you talk like you're from the ghetto, I, again, can't understand a word you're saying. Ebonics isn't even a real "language," and I cringe knowing I just used the words "ebonics" and "language," in the same sentence. I refuse to capitalize the word "ebonics" as well because "ebony" is a color and colors are nouns not pronouns.
If you want to get some where in life, or you want me to stop correcting you every time you open your mouth, then pay attention in school or to me, which ever is easiest for your brain to comprehend.
I'm not correcting you to degrade you, that's the last thing I want. I'm trying to better you, so you can have a good life and be something instead of an idiot.
American's take their education for granted, please if you don't want to be smart and sound intelligent, give your spot in school to a child in Africa who actually wants to be intelligent and become something.
Turn off the T.V. get off Farmville and read a damn book. For most of you, I'd start with the dictionary.
"No one is going to take what you say seriously if you don't use common rules of spelling, grammar and punctuation." PC Cast, an amazing and successful author and teacher.
I will keep correcting all of you until your mistakes are none, my hope isn't gone yet.
Unlike Devin who has lost all hope for humanity ever being smart again, I have not. Granted the hope is small, but it's there. I told him he doesn't want to be an English teacher, which is why his hope is lost and mine is present. I'm sick of tip toeing around people because, apparently, correcting someone is taboo and rude. Excuse me if I'm wrong, but that's how people learn, or have you all already forgotten what that means?
Well here is the definition of the word "learn:" to gain knowledge, understanding or skill by study or experience.
How can you learn if you are never corrected? Here is the definition for "correct:" to make right <~an error>.
Whats an error? Error: a usu. ignorant or unintentional deviating from accuracy or truth.
I don't see the word "rude," anywhere in those definitions. I'm giving you knowledge by making right your deviation of the truth.
Honestly, if you don't like it, please delete me. Please. I have no problem helping the world become a better and smarter place, but if you'd like to stay ignorant and stupid, that's your choice and I will not stop correcting you, so if you don't like it, delete me.
I'm sick of reading abbreviated sentences with half of the words spelled wrong, does 5 seconds really make that much of a difference in your life that u hav 2 tipe lyke dis? First of all, you just look like a fool if you keep the same number of letters, but change the spelling, really, that didn't change how long it took you, it just makes you look like an idiot. Secondly, how am I, or anyone supposed to take anything you say seriously if you type like that. God only knows what you sound like when you open your mouth.
I'm from Georgia, my entire family is southern, some more on the hillbilly side than others, while a southern bell accent, like my mom has, is cute. The backwoods red neck dialect is obnoxious and I can't understand half of what you say. I could probably understand a Japanese deaf person more than I could you.
Quickly let me clear something up, in this post "you" is used generally, and not directed towards any one person, like my previous post was.
If you talk like you're from the ghetto, I, again, can't understand a word you're saying. Ebonics isn't even a real "language," and I cringe knowing I just used the words "ebonics" and "language," in the same sentence. I refuse to capitalize the word "ebonics" as well because "ebony" is a color and colors are nouns not pronouns.
If you want to get some where in life, or you want me to stop correcting you every time you open your mouth, then pay attention in school or to me, which ever is easiest for your brain to comprehend.
I'm not correcting you to degrade you, that's the last thing I want. I'm trying to better you, so you can have a good life and be something instead of an idiot.
American's take their education for granted, please if you don't want to be smart and sound intelligent, give your spot in school to a child in Africa who actually wants to be intelligent and become something.
Turn off the T.V. get off Farmville and read a damn book. For most of you, I'd start with the dictionary.
"No one is going to take what you say seriously if you don't use common rules of spelling, grammar and punctuation." PC Cast, an amazing and successful author and teacher.
I will keep correcting all of you until your mistakes are none, my hope isn't gone yet.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Well, that wasn't obvious.
I should've posted this blog this morning when I was rudely, and I mean rudely, awaken multiple times. I guess I can still muster up the anger and frustration to still get my point across, but this morning there would have been a lot more colorful language and less structure.
I will try to stay away from the language, because I hate cussing, unless that is the only way to get my point across.
First off let me start by saying, this is my blog. What I say here is what I think and feel, if you don't like it, don't read it! I have not and will never sell out to be "popular," so if the things I say hurt your feelings, get the f^(k over it, it's not changing.
I don't like meddling in other peoples business, unless it has to do with my immediate family, for those of you that don't know what that means: husband, mom, brother (for me). I have no problem meddling in other peoples business, I just choose not to, because it's not my place and I'd like it if people gave me the same courtesy, it's not likely, but here's hoping.
Also, let me just throw this out there, I love my mother very much and nothing is ever going to change that. If my mom wants to call me and talk to me about her day, fine. If she doesn't want to call me and talk about her day, fine! She doesn't have to, so just because she calls someone else, doesn't mean I could careless, it just means she chose to call you instead. Don't blow it out of proportion and cause drama that doesn't need to happen, because you think the world revolves around you.
Another thing, who are you to tell me whether or not I'm a good daughter when you can't even handle your own children? You want to talk about disrespectful? At least when I lived with my mom I had a job, I had a job when I was 16 till I moved out. I helped pay for bills and I never back talked my mom. So now who is the good child? Don't you or anyone ever tell me what I should be doing.
And before you tell me I need to call my mom, why don't you check to see if I have already? Again, if she wanted to talk to me, SHE WOULD HAVE CALLED ME! She has my number and she's a big girl, she can handle talking to her own daughter when she wants or needs to.
I don't need multiple calls at 9:00 at night, I'm not going to answer, I don't answer the phone when I don't want to talk to people, that's how it works. Moreover, I don't get up at 8 in the morning, so when you call me repeatedly, again, and text me, that's just going to piss me off, especially when I didn't get to sleep till closer to 5 am. Have some consideration for other people and stop thinking about yourself!
You wonder why I don't talk to you or why I deleted you before off Facebook, well here's why. Stop getting in peoples business and maybe they'll want to talk to you!
Fin
I will try to stay away from the language, because I hate cussing, unless that is the only way to get my point across.
First off let me start by saying, this is my blog. What I say here is what I think and feel, if you don't like it, don't read it! I have not and will never sell out to be "popular," so if the things I say hurt your feelings, get the f^(k over it, it's not changing.
I don't like meddling in other peoples business, unless it has to do with my immediate family, for those of you that don't know what that means: husband, mom, brother (for me). I have no problem meddling in other peoples business, I just choose not to, because it's not my place and I'd like it if people gave me the same courtesy, it's not likely, but here's hoping.
Also, let me just throw this out there, I love my mother very much and nothing is ever going to change that. If my mom wants to call me and talk to me about her day, fine. If she doesn't want to call me and talk about her day, fine! She doesn't have to, so just because she calls someone else, doesn't mean I could careless, it just means she chose to call you instead. Don't blow it out of proportion and cause drama that doesn't need to happen, because you think the world revolves around you.
Another thing, who are you to tell me whether or not I'm a good daughter when you can't even handle your own children? You want to talk about disrespectful? At least when I lived with my mom I had a job, I had a job when I was 16 till I moved out. I helped pay for bills and I never back talked my mom. So now who is the good child? Don't you or anyone ever tell me what I should be doing.
And before you tell me I need to call my mom, why don't you check to see if I have already? Again, if she wanted to talk to me, SHE WOULD HAVE CALLED ME! She has my number and she's a big girl, she can handle talking to her own daughter when she wants or needs to.
I don't need multiple calls at 9:00 at night, I'm not going to answer, I don't answer the phone when I don't want to talk to people, that's how it works. Moreover, I don't get up at 8 in the morning, so when you call me repeatedly, again, and text me, that's just going to piss me off, especially when I didn't get to sleep till closer to 5 am. Have some consideration for other people and stop thinking about yourself!
You wonder why I don't talk to you or why I deleted you before off Facebook, well here's why. Stop getting in peoples business and maybe they'll want to talk to you!
Fin
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Omniscient
Why are people stupid?
Just curious.
I'm not a genius, but I'm not a complete idiot. People wonder why I delete them off of Facebook, probably because every word that comes out of your mouth is ludicrous and down right stupid.
Also, stop posting asking people to play "Words with Friends," it's obviously not making you any smarter, and more than likely you're using 2 syllable words.
I just don't understand.
Do you honestly think you sound intelligent? You don't you sound like someone who's never gone to school. I don't care who you are, family, friends, people I've never met.
Think about it, where are you in your life? Do you have a job? Do you have any aspirations? Or are you mooching and living off of other people?
I literally cringe when I read certain peoples status's. So if you get comments from me correcting you, take it how you want it, but I look at it this way, I'm bettering you as a person. If I didn't correct you, you'd go on talking and acting the way you have and getting no where in life. If you don't like it, please, feel free to delete me off of your Facebook and your life. I have no problem with that, and would rather no associate myself with imbeciles.
Thank you.
Just curious.
I'm not a genius, but I'm not a complete idiot. People wonder why I delete them off of Facebook, probably because every word that comes out of your mouth is ludicrous and down right stupid.
Also, stop posting asking people to play "Words with Friends," it's obviously not making you any smarter, and more than likely you're using 2 syllable words.
I just don't understand.
Do you honestly think you sound intelligent? You don't you sound like someone who's never gone to school. I don't care who you are, family, friends, people I've never met.
Think about it, where are you in your life? Do you have a job? Do you have any aspirations? Or are you mooching and living off of other people?
I literally cringe when I read certain peoples status's. So if you get comments from me correcting you, take it how you want it, but I look at it this way, I'm bettering you as a person. If I didn't correct you, you'd go on talking and acting the way you have and getting no where in life. If you don't like it, please, feel free to delete me off of your Facebook and your life. I have no problem with that, and would rather no associate myself with imbeciles.
Thank you.
Quincunx
I'm pretty peeved right now. I've spent the better part of my day being peeved.
If it's not one thing it's another.
Lets start off with the soul of my problems, Waste Management. First off, I would like to say, if you have them, I am so sorry for what you go through and I'm sorry you're wasting your money. As the guy I talked to today, while switching services, said "It's more like Waste Money." I agree. So I called WM (read it how you'd like) last week, and told them I'd like to cancel the service because I found a cheaper company with more options, aka recycling. I was talking to someone in the commercial department instead of residential, because the residential has been receiving an overload of calls lately, well if your service didn't suck you wouldn't have that problem. The person I talked to said they'd make a note on my account and send it to the residential department and someone would contact me within 24-48 hours. Cool, no biggie.
When someone tells me they're going to call, I expect them to call. I'm, unfortunately, one of those people who thinks, "Trust someone till they've given you a reason not to trust them." It's just how I am, a lot of the time I'd rather be like my husband who is, "Don't trust anyone till they've proven they can be trusted." It seems to be easier in the long run. Anyways, I trusted their word that they would call, and did they? No.
If that school yard saying, "liar liar pants on fire," was true, a whole lot of people from WM would be in the ER.
So I called them again on Monday and told them what happened, and got the same answer, "okay I put a note on your account, someone will call you within 24-48 hours."
Great.
No call. I called back today and told them what was happening and I said it in a very mean tone, and what did she say? "Well I see your account has been cancelled, is there anything else I can do for you?" .........
"Yeah, tell me why you think it's okay not to call someone when you say you will two times. I get that you think you're over everyone and can just go without giving someone a call when you say you will, but seriously?" She hung up and I did their little "How did we do?" survey. Obviously I rated them the lowest and left a lovely message that I would never use them again they're overpriced and ridiculous and I will be telling everyone I know not to use them.
If you live in NOVA and need a really cheap trash/recycling service let me know, my service is $39.00 quarterly!
Now onto Comcast. Oh lovely Comcast, the many troubles I've had with you. Your internet sucks, your T.V. sucks, if I had a telephone, that would suck too. Your representative suck, your entire business sucks. Just stop now.
I've had to call Comcast multiple times and each time it's the same, just give them the name on the account, pretend to be Devin and get what I want-usually.
Today proved to be different.
I called the idiot girl on the phone asked for my phone number so she could look up my account, I gave her both Devin and my number and neither one of them worked. She asked for the account number, after I had told her I didn't have it. I asked if she could use the name to look it up, because that's what I always do and she plainly said no. No reason nothing. Just "No."
I called her stupid and hung up.
I called back and this time got a man who sounded like he hated his life, but turns out he was more helpful than that shrew could ever possibly be. He asked for the name on the account to make sure he had the right one, because when you called the computer talking to you happily on the phone asks for the account number or the last 4 of your social which they send to the person answering your call. I gladly gave it to him and he answered my simple question with a quick jab to the government, which I was happy to hear, and told me exactly what I needed to do. Nice man.
I told him to have a great day and we hung up.
Now, if you work in the customer service industry, I realize you hate your job and life. You applied for that job though, you went through the interview and training. Just because you're the idiot who thought it'd be fun to talk on the phone all day doesn't mean you can be lazy when people call. If you don't want to do your job properly, please, shoot yourself so that's one less idiot I have to deal with everyday.
That may sound harsh, but I don't care, this is my blog back off if you don't like it.
Now I'm off to post another blog about stupidity.
Can you guess what mood I'm in?
Obviously the title has nothing to do with this blog at all, but I was at a loss for what to title this. "Quincunx" is a cool word, and according to Bloggers "spell check" is spelled wrong, oh that gives me hope for the world.
If it's not one thing it's another.
Lets start off with the soul of my problems, Waste Management. First off, I would like to say, if you have them, I am so sorry for what you go through and I'm sorry you're wasting your money. As the guy I talked to today, while switching services, said "It's more like Waste Money." I agree. So I called WM (read it how you'd like) last week, and told them I'd like to cancel the service because I found a cheaper company with more options, aka recycling. I was talking to someone in the commercial department instead of residential, because the residential has been receiving an overload of calls lately, well if your service didn't suck you wouldn't have that problem. The person I talked to said they'd make a note on my account and send it to the residential department and someone would contact me within 24-48 hours. Cool, no biggie.
When someone tells me they're going to call, I expect them to call. I'm, unfortunately, one of those people who thinks, "Trust someone till they've given you a reason not to trust them." It's just how I am, a lot of the time I'd rather be like my husband who is, "Don't trust anyone till they've proven they can be trusted." It seems to be easier in the long run. Anyways, I trusted their word that they would call, and did they? No.
If that school yard saying, "liar liar pants on fire," was true, a whole lot of people from WM would be in the ER.
So I called them again on Monday and told them what happened, and got the same answer, "okay I put a note on your account, someone will call you within 24-48 hours."
Great.
No call. I called back today and told them what was happening and I said it in a very mean tone, and what did she say? "Well I see your account has been cancelled, is there anything else I can do for you?" .........
"Yeah, tell me why you think it's okay not to call someone when you say you will two times. I get that you think you're over everyone and can just go without giving someone a call when you say you will, but seriously?" She hung up and I did their little "How did we do?" survey. Obviously I rated them the lowest and left a lovely message that I would never use them again they're overpriced and ridiculous and I will be telling everyone I know not to use them.
If you live in NOVA and need a really cheap trash/recycling service let me know, my service is $39.00 quarterly!
Now onto Comcast. Oh lovely Comcast, the many troubles I've had with you. Your internet sucks, your T.V. sucks, if I had a telephone, that would suck too. Your representative suck, your entire business sucks. Just stop now.
I've had to call Comcast multiple times and each time it's the same, just give them the name on the account, pretend to be Devin and get what I want-usually.
Today proved to be different.
I called the idiot girl on the phone asked for my phone number so she could look up my account, I gave her both Devin and my number and neither one of them worked. She asked for the account number, after I had told her I didn't have it. I asked if she could use the name to look it up, because that's what I always do and she plainly said no. No reason nothing. Just "No."
I called her stupid and hung up.
I called back and this time got a man who sounded like he hated his life, but turns out he was more helpful than that shrew could ever possibly be. He asked for the name on the account to make sure he had the right one, because when you called the computer talking to you happily on the phone asks for the account number or the last 4 of your social which they send to the person answering your call. I gladly gave it to him and he answered my simple question with a quick jab to the government, which I was happy to hear, and told me exactly what I needed to do. Nice man.
I told him to have a great day and we hung up.
Now, if you work in the customer service industry, I realize you hate your job and life. You applied for that job though, you went through the interview and training. Just because you're the idiot who thought it'd be fun to talk on the phone all day doesn't mean you can be lazy when people call. If you don't want to do your job properly, please, shoot yourself so that's one less idiot I have to deal with everyday.
That may sound harsh, but I don't care, this is my blog back off if you don't like it.
Now I'm off to post another blog about stupidity.
Can you guess what mood I'm in?
Obviously the title has nothing to do with this blog at all, but I was at a loss for what to title this. "Quincunx" is a cool word, and according to Bloggers "spell check" is spelled wrong, oh that gives me hope for the world.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Napalm sticks to babies and what not
Warning: Do not read this if you are easily offended. Moreover do not read this if you are a female Marine who is easily offended.
Just exit right now......I'll wait.
So I was just listening to the most ridiculous talk show on the radio. A female Marine who wrote a book about her time in the Mortuary Platoon, I think it was called, I'm probably wrong, and her time as a female Marine.
First of all let me just say, kudos to her for volunteering for that job, that has to be the hardest job not only for a Marine, but especially a female Marine, as we know females are more emotional than men.
Also let me say I am all for women's rights and to be considered equal, especially in a mostly male environment. I will say there should be female grunts, if that's the job they want, I'm all for it. I will explain more on this later in the post.
After she talked about all the "*remains," she worked with and saw, she went on to talk about her life as a female Marine and this is when I wanted to crawl through the radio and punch her in the face.
She was saying that female Marines are discriminated against in the Corps and the men are always putting pressure on them to have sex blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
Seriously chick? Did you not know what you were getting into before you signed the contract?
Yes there are cadences that are extremely vulgar and yes, some/a lot of them have to do with females, but uh, not sure if you noticed but the Corps is predominantly male. You've only been there for a little less than 100 years. Sounds like a while, but sorry it's not.
You know when you sign that you're going into a job that has more males than females. If you want to have an "easy" enlistment you need to evolve to fit the Corps lifestyle. And yes, that means saying cadences that have to do with killing babies and Jodie sleeping with your woman, even if you have no woman. Get over it.
Obviously I'm not a Marine, so I don't know 100% of what goes on, but I know that I've met more sluts in the Corps than I have met men pressuring women to sleep with them. I think the men are scared, actually, because they know they can get in trouble. All the female has to do is cry and say he made her. The females get what they want even if it's wrong. For heaven's sake you can wear acrylic nails. Someone please tell me, how exactly that's "uniform." Also how is that deployable? I've had those and they're extremely annoying and get in the way when you try to do the simplest of things, so I'm not sure how you're going to shoot a rifle or pull the clip off a grenade.
Last time I checked you're not white, black, yellow, female, male. You're green. That's it. If you want to be taken seriously as a female Marine stop your bitching.
The "Marine" on the radio was saying how she wouldn't talk to any of the guys because of the pressure they put on her for sex. Well that just puts a target on your back now doesn't it? That makes you look like a snob/bitch. Hello Sgt. C (122 reference).
Also, you must be extremely into yourself to think EVERY man in the Corps wants to sleep with you, I'm sure you're not that hot.
Also she said that the men think the women can't do the same jobs they can because they're weaker.
Well you are. Deal.
Now, if you can prove that you can do EVERY single little thing the same or better as a man, without any help from anyone else, then yes you deserve the respect from every man you work with.
To the grunts. Females, again, if you can prove yourself to be literally as strong as the men in the field then there is no reason you shouldn't be allowed to be a grunt, if you're going to slow them down to where they're looking after you instead of the enemy, then get out, you don't belong there.
All in all, I'm sick of females in the Corps whining that they have it so hard and they don't get treated fairly and everyone hates them. Well they probably do because of your whining and attitude. STFU. You're giving the Marine Corps a bad name and I don't want people going around thinking that **my men, are a bunch of chauvinistic pigs, granted some of them are, but not all of them.
*I don't like this word, which is why it's in quotes.
** I say "my men," because they're all brothers, if something happens to one it happens to them all. You can't marry a Marine and get just him. You get them all, all the guys he works with, all the guys he has worked with or went to school with, the guys he's known since basic and the guys he meets overseas. Never will a wife turn away a friend. We care about all of them, and they become family so quickly, even when you or they move away.
Just exit right now......I'll wait.
So I was just listening to the most ridiculous talk show on the radio. A female Marine who wrote a book about her time in the Mortuary Platoon, I think it was called, I'm probably wrong, and her time as a female Marine.
First of all let me just say, kudos to her for volunteering for that job, that has to be the hardest job not only for a Marine, but especially a female Marine, as we know females are more emotional than men.
Also let me say I am all for women's rights and to be considered equal, especially in a mostly male environment. I will say there should be female grunts, if that's the job they want, I'm all for it. I will explain more on this later in the post.
After she talked about all the "*remains," she worked with and saw, she went on to talk about her life as a female Marine and this is when I wanted to crawl through the radio and punch her in the face.
She was saying that female Marines are discriminated against in the Corps and the men are always putting pressure on them to have sex blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
Seriously chick? Did you not know what you were getting into before you signed the contract?
Yes there are cadences that are extremely vulgar and yes, some/a lot of them have to do with females, but uh, not sure if you noticed but the Corps is predominantly male. You've only been there for a little less than 100 years. Sounds like a while, but sorry it's not.
You know when you sign that you're going into a job that has more males than females. If you want to have an "easy" enlistment you need to evolve to fit the Corps lifestyle. And yes, that means saying cadences that have to do with killing babies and Jodie sleeping with your woman, even if you have no woman. Get over it.
Obviously I'm not a Marine, so I don't know 100% of what goes on, but I know that I've met more sluts in the Corps than I have met men pressuring women to sleep with them. I think the men are scared, actually, because they know they can get in trouble. All the female has to do is cry and say he made her. The females get what they want even if it's wrong. For heaven's sake you can wear acrylic nails. Someone please tell me, how exactly that's "uniform." Also how is that deployable? I've had those and they're extremely annoying and get in the way when you try to do the simplest of things, so I'm not sure how you're going to shoot a rifle or pull the clip off a grenade.
Last time I checked you're not white, black, yellow, female, male. You're green. That's it. If you want to be taken seriously as a female Marine stop your bitching.
The "Marine" on the radio was saying how she wouldn't talk to any of the guys because of the pressure they put on her for sex. Well that just puts a target on your back now doesn't it? That makes you look like a snob/bitch. Hello Sgt. C (122 reference).
Also, you must be extremely into yourself to think EVERY man in the Corps wants to sleep with you, I'm sure you're not that hot.
Also she said that the men think the women can't do the same jobs they can because they're weaker.
Well you are. Deal.
Now, if you can prove that you can do EVERY single little thing the same or better as a man, without any help from anyone else, then yes you deserve the respect from every man you work with.
To the grunts. Females, again, if you can prove yourself to be literally as strong as the men in the field then there is no reason you shouldn't be allowed to be a grunt, if you're going to slow them down to where they're looking after you instead of the enemy, then get out, you don't belong there.
All in all, I'm sick of females in the Corps whining that they have it so hard and they don't get treated fairly and everyone hates them. Well they probably do because of your whining and attitude. STFU. You're giving the Marine Corps a bad name and I don't want people going around thinking that **my men, are a bunch of chauvinistic pigs, granted some of them are, but not all of them.
*I don't like this word, which is why it's in quotes.
** I say "my men," because they're all brothers, if something happens to one it happens to them all. You can't marry a Marine and get just him. You get them all, all the guys he works with, all the guys he has worked with or went to school with, the guys he's known since basic and the guys he meets overseas. Never will a wife turn away a friend. We care about all of them, and they become family so quickly, even when you or they move away.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Let's play a game
We used to do this in drama, but we had to close our eyes, and since you can't read with your eyes closed...Just bear with me. So what happens is I describe something, a place and you imagine it. I'm not describing a place though so, anyways, let's shove that confusion to the side and begin.
I'll keep it simple, nothing lengthy, there's nothing worse than a lengthy blog...........
Anyways, I want you to imagine your life, what you do on a daily basis. Wake up throw whatever clothes you feel like on. Maybe go to school or work or just lounge around your house, it's summer after all. Maybe you want to go to the store, but your still in your PJs. Oh well people do it all the time, no biggie. So you go to the store, you're walking around and briefly notice a dude in camis, but give it no further thought. You head back home speeding through your neighborhood, who cares you never see kids playing out here anyways.
Your mom, cause we all know you still live with your mom, mentions you're looking a little scruffy, maybe you should get a hair cut. You brush it off, you can't be bothered with petty things like to shave or get a hair cut when you HAVE to play Call of Duty today.
Your girlfriend, or boy friend, calls you to tell you they're going out of town for a week to the beach in Florida and they're gonna miss you soooooooo much, yes with that many "o's."
Again your mom comes in and comments about how your room is a mess and you should definitely clean it and wash your clothes, you tell her your clothes are clean and wrinkles aren't a big deal no one cares what you wear.
You go to sleep after talking to your girlfriend or boyfriend for hours and in the morning do it all again.
If this is your life, you have a fabulous life!
Now let me tell you about mine. Every morning I get woken up at 05:45 courtesy of my hubby's alarm. He rolls out of bed and goes into the bathroom, shuts the door and turns on the light so he wont wake me (Thank you honey!). If I don't hear his razor going, I know he has fallen asleep standing up or he has forgotten in which case I sleepily remind him. He turns the light off, after hes done shaving, and opens the door. Our dogs are sitting patiently at the door because they know 05:45 means it's time to go potty! He lets them out and then goes to the second bedroom where he keeps his camis and uniforms.
If it's winter he's lucky, that means he doesn't have to roll his sleeves every week, if it's summer that means each week I get to watch him roll, try on, un-roll if they're not perfect and re-roll his sleeves, try on again to see if they're perfect and if they are, joy. This will usually take any where from 20-30 minutes.
Let's pretend it's summer his blouse is the last thing he puts on, because he despises his sleeves and will take sleeves down any day no matter how hot it is outside. And don't you dare call his blouse a shirt or jacket, you'll get a stern look and a reply, "It's called a blouse." I personally like to play "find the EGA" when he's in camis, that's always fun, until you've found them and then there's no point.
Before he leaves he comes in and gives me a kiss, tells me he loves me and he'll see me later. He lets the dogs in and puts on his blouse and cover, also don't call his cover a hat because you'll get the same look and reply you got when you called him blouse a jacket/shirt.
Whenever work decides to let him leave he comes home and the first thing he does is change, I get a smooch some where in there, but not before that blouse is off, it's the devil. I tell him I want to go to the store, meaning he has to change completely. He can't wear his camis in town and not even his skivvy shirt, big no no.
If he sees an army boy in the store with camis on I get to hear, "Nasties." Every time, without fail. If we see a Marine in the store with flip flops on or a hat on I get to hear the same comment. When I say every time I mean every time.
See that's the thing, he can't decide not to shave one day or not to get a hair cut. He can't say "oh I don't feel like washing my camis this week, oh well."
If I get a call from him and he says he's going out of town for the weekend, I know instantly, a weekend does not mean a weekend. It means, "until they decide I'm done."
We can't speed in our neighborhood, PMO will pull you over, we have to show our I.D. every time we drive onto base or go to MCX.
And then there's the uniforms and medals and ribbons, the boots, the shirt stays, OD colored EVERYTHING, the sea bags, the gear, the bags, the skivvy shirts, PT gear-is it boots and Utes or rainbow? The IP's every week that need to be fixed, PT, PFT, CFT, boards, promotions, CAC's, ranks, BAH, BAS, PCS, is he going to do MSG, the covers, the blouses, the pants, don't you call the Blues jacket black. I know how many blue threads there are to every black thread in that thing, knowing why he has a blood stripe and others don't. I know what a blood stripe is, what a rocker and a chevron are, and that the thing in the middle isn't a pineapple, although it bears a striking resemblance. Alpha's, Bravo's, Charlie's, Delta's, why some guys have swirly things on the top of their covers called a quatrefoil. I know how old the USMC is, the difference between a dinning in and a ball, what the Tun Tavern is and it's significance to the Corps. You say "yes sir/ma'am" to them if you don't know their rank, how many days it takes to get FSA, TMO, PMO, MOL, TBS, where and what "The Stumps" are, the little town there where they train, Anymouse, who Jodie is, what a green weeny is, i know why in the middle of summer some guys have their sleeves down and are standing in a circle in the middle of a field with guns. ALICE and MOLLE, MALS, MAG, H&HS, VMFA, VMF, I know the abbreviations for every rank, I know people are arguing over how to say "Lejeune," what a billet is, below, in and above zone, MOS, MEU, What the brig is, why guys of different ranks can't hang out together. The bathroom is not called such, but called a "head." FUBAR, Who or what a Smokey is, if you don't know who Chesty Puller is, keep that to yourself and never tell anyone.TAD. CIF.
We have to put in Leave to go some where and how far we can go on a 96.
CONUS and OCONUS.
That we don't want to go to Japan because that's usually unaccompanied for a year or more.
BCP and fat bodies.
Devil Dogs and DI's. Who Boots are and why my husband hates them.
Duty is just a cruel joke to wives.
NCO or SNCO
EAS and Terminal leave.
What field day is and why it's the sum of all evil.
That no, the guy's name is not "Roger" or "Err," is easier to say apparently than "ok."
What a grunt is and how dangerous that MOS is.
UA/AWOL
When someone says "They're a hat," they mean DI.
What a Hollywood Marine is.
HQMC
What a hump is and no it's not what you think.
The truth of the phrase, "Hurry up and wait."
Who Iron Mike is.
Jarhead
What kevlar is and a Ka-bar
MCI, MCMAP, MCT, MEF, MEPS.
What Motard is.
That I love being OFP!!
what a recall roster is.
BCG
What scrambled eggs are and who wears them.
SIQ
what a wooly pully is.
And the ever important phrase that every Marine Wife lives by, Semper Gumby.
We don't make long term plans, we don't choose where we live or how long we live there.
They tell us when we can have a vacation or when I get to see my husband.
USMC, they didn't promise me a rose garden. Good thing too, 'Cause I don't like roses!
I'll keep it simple, nothing lengthy, there's nothing worse than a lengthy blog...........
Anyways, I want you to imagine your life, what you do on a daily basis. Wake up throw whatever clothes you feel like on. Maybe go to school or work or just lounge around your house, it's summer after all. Maybe you want to go to the store, but your still in your PJs. Oh well people do it all the time, no biggie. So you go to the store, you're walking around and briefly notice a dude in camis, but give it no further thought. You head back home speeding through your neighborhood, who cares you never see kids playing out here anyways.
Your mom, cause we all know you still live with your mom, mentions you're looking a little scruffy, maybe you should get a hair cut. You brush it off, you can't be bothered with petty things like to shave or get a hair cut when you HAVE to play Call of Duty today.
Your girlfriend, or boy friend, calls you to tell you they're going out of town for a week to the beach in Florida and they're gonna miss you soooooooo much, yes with that many "o's."
Again your mom comes in and comments about how your room is a mess and you should definitely clean it and wash your clothes, you tell her your clothes are clean and wrinkles aren't a big deal no one cares what you wear.
You go to sleep after talking to your girlfriend or boyfriend for hours and in the morning do it all again.
If this is your life, you have a fabulous life!
Now let me tell you about mine. Every morning I get woken up at 05:45 courtesy of my hubby's alarm. He rolls out of bed and goes into the bathroom, shuts the door and turns on the light so he wont wake me (Thank you honey!). If I don't hear his razor going, I know he has fallen asleep standing up or he has forgotten in which case I sleepily remind him. He turns the light off, after hes done shaving, and opens the door. Our dogs are sitting patiently at the door because they know 05:45 means it's time to go potty! He lets them out and then goes to the second bedroom where he keeps his camis and uniforms.
If it's winter he's lucky, that means he doesn't have to roll his sleeves every week, if it's summer that means each week I get to watch him roll, try on, un-roll if they're not perfect and re-roll his sleeves, try on again to see if they're perfect and if they are, joy. This will usually take any where from 20-30 minutes.
Let's pretend it's summer his blouse is the last thing he puts on, because he despises his sleeves and will take sleeves down any day no matter how hot it is outside. And don't you dare call his blouse a shirt or jacket, you'll get a stern look and a reply, "It's called a blouse." I personally like to play "find the EGA" when he's in camis, that's always fun, until you've found them and then there's no point.
Before he leaves he comes in and gives me a kiss, tells me he loves me and he'll see me later. He lets the dogs in and puts on his blouse and cover, also don't call his cover a hat because you'll get the same look and reply you got when you called him blouse a jacket/shirt.
Whenever work decides to let him leave he comes home and the first thing he does is change, I get a smooch some where in there, but not before that blouse is off, it's the devil. I tell him I want to go to the store, meaning he has to change completely. He can't wear his camis in town and not even his skivvy shirt, big no no.
If he sees an army boy in the store with camis on I get to hear, "Nasties." Every time, without fail. If we see a Marine in the store with flip flops on or a hat on I get to hear the same comment. When I say every time I mean every time.
See that's the thing, he can't decide not to shave one day or not to get a hair cut. He can't say "oh I don't feel like washing my camis this week, oh well."
If I get a call from him and he says he's going out of town for the weekend, I know instantly, a weekend does not mean a weekend. It means, "until they decide I'm done."
We can't speed in our neighborhood, PMO will pull you over, we have to show our I.D. every time we drive onto base or go to MCX.
And then there's the uniforms and medals and ribbons, the boots, the shirt stays, OD colored EVERYTHING, the sea bags, the gear, the bags, the skivvy shirts, PT gear-is it boots and Utes or rainbow? The IP's every week that need to be fixed, PT, PFT, CFT, boards, promotions, CAC's, ranks, BAH, BAS, PCS, is he going to do MSG, the covers, the blouses, the pants, don't you call the Blues jacket black. I know how many blue threads there are to every black thread in that thing, knowing why he has a blood stripe and others don't. I know what a blood stripe is, what a rocker and a chevron are, and that the thing in the middle isn't a pineapple, although it bears a striking resemblance. Alpha's, Bravo's, Charlie's, Delta's, why some guys have swirly things on the top of their covers called a quatrefoil. I know how old the USMC is, the difference between a dinning in and a ball, what the Tun Tavern is and it's significance to the Corps. You say "yes sir/ma'am" to them if you don't know their rank, how many days it takes to get FSA, TMO, PMO, MOL, TBS, where and what "The Stumps" are, the little town there where they train, Anymouse, who Jodie is, what a green weeny is, i know why in the middle of summer some guys have their sleeves down and are standing in a circle in the middle of a field with guns. ALICE and MOLLE, MALS, MAG, H&HS, VMFA, VMF, I know the abbreviations for every rank, I know people are arguing over how to say "Lejeune," what a billet is, below, in and above zone, MOS, MEU, What the brig is, why guys of different ranks can't hang out together. The bathroom is not called such, but called a "head." FUBAR, Who or what a Smokey is, if you don't know who Chesty Puller is, keep that to yourself and never tell anyone.TAD. CIF.
We have to put in Leave to go some where and how far we can go on a 96.
CONUS and OCONUS.
That we don't want to go to Japan because that's usually unaccompanied for a year or more.
BCP and fat bodies.
Devil Dogs and DI's. Who Boots are and why my husband hates them.
Duty is just a cruel joke to wives.
NCO or SNCO
EAS and Terminal leave.
What field day is and why it's the sum of all evil.
That no, the guy's name is not "Roger" or "Err," is easier to say apparently than "ok."
What a grunt is and how dangerous that MOS is.
UA/AWOL
When someone says "They're a hat," they mean DI.
What a Hollywood Marine is.
HQMC
What a hump is and no it's not what you think.
The truth of the phrase, "Hurry up and wait."
Who Iron Mike is.
Jarhead
What kevlar is and a Ka-bar
MCI, MCMAP, MCT, MEF, MEPS.
What Motard is.
That I love being OFP!!
what a recall roster is.
BCG
What scrambled eggs are and who wears them.
SIQ
what a wooly pully is.
And the ever important phrase that every Marine Wife lives by, Semper Gumby.
We don't make long term plans, we don't choose where we live or how long we live there.
They tell us when we can have a vacation or when I get to see my husband.
Challenge while
I'm waiting on the phone with Waste Management, going on 5 minutes now.
So I'm supposed to choose my favorite villain. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to do this, usually people don't choose their favorite villain.
I guess, because I don't like mean people, I'm going to base this off of what they look like, their costumes, make-up et cetera.
I guess I'll choose the Snow White evil Queen, it's hard to pull of high arched and skinny eyebrows but she does it, and the entire head piece?! Yeah I'd never wear that, but she does.
Next will be Cinderella's Stepmother and step sisters. They're so realistic, some people are actually like that. And I just love that the step mother named her cat Lucifer, it's funny.
Maleficent, I think, might be the prettiest of all the villains, even though she's green, but who cares Elphaba was green too, and I loved her.
I always like Ursula's hair, so I'll choose her, and some times she looks purple, so that's cool too.
Now a dude, Gaston. He was such a tool, but a tool with some weird charm about him. Maybe that was Disney's point, "even charming guys can be tools."
My next dude tool, will be John Smith. I know I know, he wasn't exactly the bad guy, but he did want to ruin the land just for his personal gain and in real life he did basically ruin all of the Native American's lives and made the crappy world we know today. Thanks homes.
25 minutes on hold as of now, ridiculous.
Now, I'll choose the Red Queen from Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland. She had a big head and I liked the way she talked.
Mother Gothel, I loved her voice and her curly hair!
And that is that.
30 minutes on hold and one blog posted.
I guess I'll keep holding, smh. "Shaking my head"
So I'm supposed to choose my favorite villain. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to do this, usually people don't choose their favorite villain.
I guess, because I don't like mean people, I'm going to base this off of what they look like, their costumes, make-up et cetera.
I guess I'll choose the Snow White evil Queen, it's hard to pull of high arched and skinny eyebrows but she does it, and the entire head piece?! Yeah I'd never wear that, but she does.Next will be Cinderella's Stepmother and step sisters. They're so realistic, some people are actually like that. And I just love that the step mother named her cat Lucifer, it's funny.
Maleficent, I think, might be the prettiest of all the villains, even though she's green, but who cares Elphaba was green too, and I loved her.My next dude tool, will be John Smith. I know I know, he wasn't exactly the bad guy, but he did want to ruin the land just for his personal gain and in real life he did basically ruin all of the Native American's lives and made the crappy world we know today. Thanks homes.25 minutes on hold as of now, ridiculous.
And that is that.
30 minutes on hold and one blog posted.
I guess I'll keep holding, smh. "Shaking my head"
Wedding Bells.
I've been wanting to post a blog like this since I got my Blogger, and now I am, 'cause well, it's my blog.
Also, I know I've missed my Disney Challenge for a couple days, but I'm befuddled by the question, it wants me to choose my favorite villain............
So I want to tell you about my wedding day, I can hear it now "aww your wedding day, how sweet." Honestly, it was more like this, "OMG! When is this going to be over with!? This is so stupid, ugh we should have just stuck with yesterday and that's it! More pictures?!!?!?! You've got to be kidding me!"
I'm being completely serious. Why you ask? I'll tell you.
I love my husband, and I love my mommy so much for letting us have the wedding and EVERYONE at the house, and yes mother you were right, we should have just had the JOP and then a reception, I get it mothers are always right! It was just so much freaking work for little result.
First, I wanted to have the wedding in the fall, but we thought Devin was going to be deploying so we moved it up to April, it happened to be the month we started dating so it was perfect. So I had to change all my colors, I settled with "navy" blue and red. Why is "navy" in quotes? Because why would we have "navy" blue at a Corps wedding? That's just silly......
I also wanted to do this as inexpensive as possible, so I got my invitations from Michael's, my dress from the Mall, my cake from Wal-mart, the site-my mom's house, my uncle did the ceremony and people brought food, like a pot luck, I got a small bouquet and one flower for my maids. The guys wore their uniforms, the flower girls helper wore his own suit and that was that. My mom did gift some things, like the tables and chairs as well as my wedding shoes. For the music I just made a mixed CD and tossed it into the CD player.
Just estimating, we didn't pay over 800 dollars. Freakin' sweet, I know!
So I'm sure it sounds lovely, so why didn't I enjoy it??
For one, I hate being the center of attention and I hate talking in front of crowds, we wrote our own vows by the way. If you hate these things too, you know exactly how I felt, uncomfortable.
I was already dressed and had my hair and make up done and one of the people taking pictures wanted me to pretend like I was putting make up on again...I felt dumb. People were fussing over me, I hate that, I feel awkward and I hate making people do dumb things like, "Oh can you tie my shoes even though I'm fully capable of bending over and doing it." Then people getting upset that I was seeing Devin before the wedding, because, "You're not supposed to see the groom before the wedding." If you know me, you know I rarely ever conform to any rules and if you tell me I can't do something, I will end up doing it. Little did they know we were already married legally.
I had been up since seven I think and the wedding was at eleven, I can't remember, so I was tired and hungry and I was ready by nine, so I just wanted to get it over with.
So I walk down the "aisle" and it's so awkward and uncomfortable, whoever doing the music didn't know apparently, how to use a CD player. So we got that over with and then the first dance, and I choose the longest song EVER to be the first dance. Guardian Angel by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, it's a beautiful song, but it's literally like six minutes long, and my husband can't dance.
I can't even remember what happened after that, I just know there was an obnoxious amount of pictures being taken, to the point my cheeks were hurting and I ended up fake smiling in more than half the pictures so you can tell I'm annoyed!
I remember the music I chose not being played, which made me so mad, and by the end of it I was more than ready to leave. We ended up going ice skating after, so that was fun.
I know I probably sound so snobby and ungrateful, but I'm not. I thank my mom so much for letting us have the shindig there!!
And yes Devin and I got married the day before the actual "wedding," so we were legally husband and wife before anyone, other than my mom, knew, that was also awkward.
Anyways here are some pictures from the glorious day!
Enjoy!
Also, I know I've missed my Disney Challenge for a couple days, but I'm befuddled by the question, it wants me to choose my favorite villain............
So I want to tell you about my wedding day, I can hear it now "aww your wedding day, how sweet." Honestly, it was more like this, "OMG! When is this going to be over with!? This is so stupid, ugh we should have just stuck with yesterday and that's it! More pictures?!!?!?! You've got to be kidding me!"
I'm being completely serious. Why you ask? I'll tell you.
I love my husband, and I love my mommy so much for letting us have the wedding and EVERYONE at the house, and yes mother you were right, we should have just had the JOP and then a reception, I get it mothers are always right! It was just so much freaking work for little result.
First, I wanted to have the wedding in the fall, but we thought Devin was going to be deploying so we moved it up to April, it happened to be the month we started dating so it was perfect. So I had to change all my colors, I settled with "navy" blue and red. Why is "navy" in quotes? Because why would we have "navy" blue at a Corps wedding? That's just silly......
I also wanted to do this as inexpensive as possible, so I got my invitations from Michael's, my dress from the Mall, my cake from Wal-mart, the site-my mom's house, my uncle did the ceremony and people brought food, like a pot luck, I got a small bouquet and one flower for my maids. The guys wore their uniforms, the flower girls helper wore his own suit and that was that. My mom did gift some things, like the tables and chairs as well as my wedding shoes. For the music I just made a mixed CD and tossed it into the CD player.
Just estimating, we didn't pay over 800 dollars. Freakin' sweet, I know!
So I'm sure it sounds lovely, so why didn't I enjoy it??
For one, I hate being the center of attention and I hate talking in front of crowds, we wrote our own vows by the way. If you hate these things too, you know exactly how I felt, uncomfortable.
I was already dressed and had my hair and make up done and one of the people taking pictures wanted me to pretend like I was putting make up on again...I felt dumb. People were fussing over me, I hate that, I feel awkward and I hate making people do dumb things like, "Oh can you tie my shoes even though I'm fully capable of bending over and doing it." Then people getting upset that I was seeing Devin before the wedding, because, "You're not supposed to see the groom before the wedding." If you know me, you know I rarely ever conform to any rules and if you tell me I can't do something, I will end up doing it. Little did they know we were already married legally.
I had been up since seven I think and the wedding was at eleven, I can't remember, so I was tired and hungry and I was ready by nine, so I just wanted to get it over with.
So I walk down the "aisle" and it's so awkward and uncomfortable, whoever doing the music didn't know apparently, how to use a CD player. So we got that over with and then the first dance, and I choose the longest song EVER to be the first dance. Guardian Angel by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, it's a beautiful song, but it's literally like six minutes long, and my husband can't dance.
I can't even remember what happened after that, I just know there was an obnoxious amount of pictures being taken, to the point my cheeks were hurting and I ended up fake smiling in more than half the pictures so you can tell I'm annoyed!
I remember the music I chose not being played, which made me so mad, and by the end of it I was more than ready to leave. We ended up going ice skating after, so that was fun.
I know I probably sound so snobby and ungrateful, but I'm not. I thank my mom so much for letting us have the shindig there!!
And yes Devin and I got married the day before the actual "wedding," so we were legally husband and wife before anyone, other than my mom, knew, that was also awkward.
Anyways here are some pictures from the glorious day!
Enjoy!
Thanks!
Wow.
I didn't think my Skinny Minny post would take off the way it did, but I'm glad! Thank you to everyone who has read this and/or re-posted it! It means more than you will ever know!!! I'm so glad people love and care about what I had to say, I'm so glad you care enough about yourself, friends or people you've never met to read this and re-post it on your Facebook!
Thank you again so much to everyone, it makes me really happy, I can't even begin to explain what I'm feeling right now, I feel like this post would just be going in circles if I tried!
I promise Skinny Minny wont be the only Eating Disorder/Body Image topic I post, there will be others!!
Thanks again, I love all of you for reading what I have to say and sharing it with your friends and loved ones!
Remember, you're beautiful!
I didn't think my Skinny Minny post would take off the way it did, but I'm glad! Thank you to everyone who has read this and/or re-posted it! It means more than you will ever know!!! I'm so glad people love and care about what I had to say, I'm so glad you care enough about yourself, friends or people you've never met to read this and re-post it on your Facebook!
Thank you again so much to everyone, it makes me really happy, I can't even begin to explain what I'm feeling right now, I feel like this post would just be going in circles if I tried!
I promise Skinny Minny wont be the only Eating Disorder/Body Image topic I post, there will be others!!
Thanks again, I love all of you for reading what I have to say and sharing it with your friends and loved ones!
Remember, you're beautiful!
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Skinny Minny
So I'm sure most of you have see my bikini picture I posted on Facebook, thanks for the sweet comments. If you haven't seen it, here is is.
If you saw my status last night/early this morning, "Believe half of what you see and none of what you hear." You know what's about to come.
I know what you're thinking, "Whoa, you're tiny!!!" Well, no I'm not. This ladies and gents is the hard effort of Photoshop. If you add about, 50 pounds to this picture you will have what I look like in a bikini.
I took "weight" off of my legs, hips, hands, wrists, arms, stomach, boobs, neck , face and shoulders. I changed my hair color by adding streaks of red and highlights. That belly button? Yeah not real.
The flecks of blue, red, yellow, white, green, and purple are to distract you from the bigger mistakes, and make you think it's "artistic." I made my neck longer and my midsection longer. I made everything else skinnier and gave myself an obnoxious amount of "cleavage," for such small photoshopped boobs.I'm glad some of you liked it, but it worries me that you like it. Part of me wants to believe that you liked it for how amazing my photoshop skills are. But when the people commenting on my "body" are girls, it scares the crap out of me. I know you're not sitting there thinking "Oh I like those flecks of color and the texture she put on it to make it look like it's on a canvas!" You're sitting there thinking, "I wish my legs were that tiny." "I wish I had a six pack." Yes there's even a six pack drawn on. I hate having this picture up, because I know there are girls sitting at their computers saying this. Now that you know it's fake, please go eat a cheeseburger or something, they're yummy.
This picture disgusts me, since I put it up early this morning, I've been itching to take it down. Not only do I think it gives girls a bad image of what their bodies should look like, it makes me look gross and weird. My husband doesn't even like it, which is good, 'cause if he did, he would have to buy new uniforms because his would some how have gotten chopped up. Anyways, just to give you an idea about how healthy fake me is, here are some numbers, I am 5'2 and in the photoshopped picture, I'm estimating I weigh around the upper 95lbs to 105, so doing some 8th grade math I'm going to choose 100 as the average weight. My BMI would be 18.3, which is considered underweight aka not healthy. People get so consumed in what other people think their bodies should look like that even if they are healthy they think they're fat. Stop comparing yourself to other people and take a look at you. So what if you have some extra love on the sides or your hips. Women are meant to have big hips, uh hello you carry a child for 9 months. Be proud of what you have!!
Just now, on Facebook, I saw that I had a "like" on a picture and I think my heart literally stopped because I was hoping it wasn't on the picture above.
Any of you who know me, know how hard it was to take a picture, in a bikini, and post it for all of you to see, but something needs to be done. The girls in the magazines aren't real. They're photoshopped and I proved how easy it is, by doing it myself. Granted it took 3 hours, but that was because I had to learn how and I was on the phone with my hubby while trying to make my legs look sickly skinny. Those girls aren't who you should be looking up to as to what your body needs to look like. Go to the doctor and find out what you need to do to get the body you want, the body you're healthy with.
If you can't lose the weight, then you weren't meant to, some people just have more love to give. I suck at losing weight but that just means I can love people more than skinny minnies! If you're not in a healthy BMI then you need to get there, I don't need my friends having heart attacks.I'm sure some of you are sitting there saying, "Well that's great and all, and thanks for punking me, but if you're so happy with your body then why don't you post a real picture?"
Surprise surprise, I am. And let me start by saying, I never once said I was happy with my body, I'm not by far, but I'd take what I look like IRL (in real life) over that disgusting picture any day. Again let me toss some numbers out, my scale is cheap and gives me a different number every time I step on it, so we're going to go between 125 and 134 and get the average and it is 129, my BMI is 23.6, I'm in the normal range or the HEALTHY range. Now do I eat healthy or do I eat Mcdonald's? The latter most definitely, but my weight is in the normal zone, so my BMI is healthy, can I just point out I haven't had fast food in a week? Be proud.
And now the part, I'm sure all of you have been waiting for, say or think what ever you want, because I know any hateful comments will be the result of insecurities with yourself and don't mean anything. And also the only place you will be able to see these pictures is here, I will be deleting the disgusting fake picture off of Facebook. Also I am sorry to anyone I may have offended or anyone I made feel bad about yourself, but don't you're beautiful and no one, but yourself, can take that away from you. I love you and so does my average of 129 pounds :D
This is an unedited picture, it's from a set I took last night to choose which to fake. Again nothing is edited. :)
If you would like me to edit a picture of you, let me know and I'll do it begrudgingly.
Now I'm off to find something to eat, my belly is hungry, this blog was the first thing I did when I got up.
I love you all and you're all beautiful!
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