tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88673520500798677782024-02-07T06:07:31.720-07:00Animal Prints && Yellow Ribbons.....Words from me to you :)★★Sunne★★http://www.blogger.com/profile/11595458981551766012noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867352050079867778.post-32443170128476952042011-09-23T00:23:00.000-06:002011-09-23T00:23:57.806-06:00Hai!Hello readers!! I am sorry I have not posted (not that many actually read this shit) but life has gotten in the way once again! not much has happened since my last post. No big 9/11 terrorist attack went down despite the rumors, although on the CIA facebook page <a href="https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/CIA/67642324702">>>>click for CIA FB page<<<</a> there are "terrorists" who keep posting graphic images all over it. At first, I will admit, it did scare me a little.... now it's just annoying as hell. <br />
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Brian news: .......... He's home :) He decided to leave his trucking job for CR England because they were screwing him on pay and they wouldn't allow him to come home for his reserve stuff. He is currently looking for a new job but with all the schools his reserve unit wants to send him to for the next few months we may have to wait and see. He is still wanting to go back active duty so we'll see what will happen.<br />
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My news: NADA LOL!! WORK WORK WORK!!!<br />
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We are both currently on rabbit food diet lol lots of fruits, veggies, light meats and water water water. we've also began to take herbalife and started circuit training workouts.<br />
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HOLY HELL!! They are VERY intense workouts! We are hoping to see some results soon although we just started so it may take awhile. <br />
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Other than that we are doin alright just livin life day by day and praying for things to work out as they are meant to be! I hope you are all doing well and are smiling in life :)<br />
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Tonight's Jam: cause this song makes me cheery and smile <br />
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Although it has been ten years, it really does feel like it was just yesterday. I remember the day very well. I was a freshman in high school.... 13 years old. I was at home, getting ready for school and heard something on the radio about something going on in New York. I ran downstairs and turned on the news and all I could see was one of the towers with dark black smoke billowing out of the top. I tried to get my mothers attention but she just kept yelling at me to "hurry the f*k up" because I was going to be late for school. The image stuck in my head all the way to school. When I got there it was an eerie scene... Almost everyone was in a room somewhere or standing in hallways staring at the TVs. 1st period was my french class and all we did was watch the news in shock and horror. I remember my heart stopping when the 2nd plane hit tower 2. I remember the tears, the silence, the questions, shuffling from class to class in a hurry just so you wouldn't miss anything on TV. 13 years old and the world changing in an instant.<br />
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They say that 9/11 is the "Pearl Harbor" of our generation. Before then I never knew how important the towers were. Where Iraq or Afghanistan were. Al-qaeda, Jihad, terrorism, Bin Laden, Hussein... all these and so many other things that were once foreign became apart of everyday life for us all. <br />
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Here I am. 24 Years old. Married to a United States Soldier who has fought for our freedom, the war that began shortly after 9/11. Unfortunately this is a different war, a different time and sadly enough this country is NOT united as they were 10 years ago or even 60 years ago during WWII.<br />
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We must never forget. We must always remember. I pray that my children and grandchildren will never experience what we all felt that day. I was alive when the world stopped turning, on that September day.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>BUUUTTTT</em> Good news for me- My moose comes home this week! Yay! We (our marriage) has been going wonderfully lately! Brian has decided to go back to Active Duty- well TRY to. He said he misses it way too much so now the plan is to go back. Not sure how long it will take, when, where etc.... So till then he will be trying to find a local job close to home so he can work on his PT and weight.</span></span> <br />
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<strong>NOW</strong> after that little quick update, here's the reason behind tonight's blog: <u><strong>SOULJA BOY.</strong></u><br />
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<em>OHHHHHH myyyy fucking GOD.</em><br />
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If you are "<u>out</u>" of the loop on this one, lemme explain. "<strong><em><u>Soulja Boy</u></em></strong>" decided for god knows <u>what</u> reason, to release his new song "Let's be real" in which one section of the lyrics says <strong><u><span style="color: red;">"Fuck The FBI & Fuck The Army Troops Fightin' For What? Bitch Be Your Own Man"</span></u></strong><br />
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Talk about shooting yourself in the foot! Within <em>seconds</em> of this being released everyone who supports the troops and law enforcement community became <u><strong>enraged</strong></u>... myself included. Now I've tried to see it from the point of view of the stupidity of people like him; he's using his <em>freedom of speech. </em><br />
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<strong>OK</strong> I get that part. But just like the Westboro Baptist "Cult" doesn't mean the majority will agree. Although many people oppose this war, they still <u>SUPPORT</u> the troops, so when you say something offense about the troops that often results in anger, hate and revenge. So as of now I see this so called "<strike>Soulja</strike>" right up there on America's <u>shit list</u> along with Westboro. Can you say Career is now <strike>over</strike>? <br />
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It's gone as far as the military community requesting AAFES (<em>Army & Air Force Exchange Service</em>) to have his music and what not <em>pulled </em>from the shelves! Now they did it when the Dixie Chicks did their little Publicity stunt (and ruined <u><em>their</em></u> careers as well) so this may happen again. <br />
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Now mind you all this has happened within the last week or so. it's still "<strong>new</strong>" so the word is still being spread around. There's a group of service members who are apart of <strong>REDCON-1</strong> music label and one of them <strong>STEPHEN HOBBS</strong> wrote a <em>'rebuttal'</em> song for it:<br />
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Tonight's Jam: <strong>REAL</strong> <strong>SOLDIER'S</strong>!!! <u><strong>HOOAH</strong></u>!!! <br />
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<u><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. What are your middle names?</span></u> <em>Alexander and Rae</em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>2. How long have you been together?</u></span> <em>Almost 2 years, married for almost 1.... still feels like a lifetime....</em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>3. How long did you know each other before you started dating?</u></span> <em>Apparently a while - met at a party- but neither of us really remember that</em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>4. Who asked who out?</u></span> <em>He did. I played hard to get ;)</em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>5. How old are each of you?</u></span> <em>He's 23 and I am 24.....eek I am cradle robbin' lol</em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>6. Did you go to the same school?</u> </span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><em>Nope</em></span><br />
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<u><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7. Are you from the same home town?</span></u><em> Eh. Sorta. our "towns" are just townships that are like 15 mins apart lol</em><br />
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<u><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">8. Who is the smartest?</span></u> <em><span style="font-family: inherit;">Me, duh. Ok, just kidding. We've got different kinds of smarts. I'm a smart-ass, he's "tactical" smart... his intelligence is applicable to real life... well, his life anyway ;-)</span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>9. Who majored in what?</u></span> <em>He's a major pain in my arse. LOL jk. He hasn't really decided on a major but I believe he would major in military history or some sort of trade. I would love to double major in CJ and family sciences so I could be a juvenile probation officer :)</em><br />
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<u><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">10. Who is the most sensitive?</span></u> <em>Hmm... We can both be really sensitive. I am sensitive more often, I think.</em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>11. Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?</u></span> <em>To hell and back... does that count? lol jk Probably to Albquerque for the PBR earlier this year. </em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>12. Who has the worst temper?</u></span> <em>Me. Hands down.</em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>13. How many children do you want?</u></span> <em>2 but we've dabbled in the idea of 3. </em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>14. Who does the cooking?</u></span> <em>Me unless its grilling- he's king of the grill.</em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>15. Who is more social?</u></span> <em>We are both the type that will just start talking to anyone. That's kind of how we hit it off. We had no friends in common, no one introduced us, him and his friends just started talking to me and I started picking on him and we hit it off</em>.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>16. Who is the neat freak?</u></span> <em>Both and neither. We don't mind keeping clean but sometimes we get lazy. Unless company comes over I go OCD on that stuff. </em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>17. Who is the most stubborn?</u></span> <em>Ohhh man. We're horribly stubborn people. </em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>18. Who wakes up earlier?</u></span> <em>Helloooo he's been in the Army for how long!? he's awake before the sun. Me? I'd prefer to sleep til noon</em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>19. Where was your first date?</u></span> <em>My secret.</em><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>20. Who has the bigger family?</u></span> <em>Me. By like 300</em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>21. Do you get flowers often?</u></span> <em>More often than I would ask for! He's on top of it :)</em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>22. How do you spend the holidays?</u></span> <em>We try our hardest to spend it all evenly with each of our parents (his parents, my moms, my daddy and step moms) </em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>23. Who is more jealous?</u></span> <em>Me. He's very secure, knows I've only got eyes for him. I know he's only got eyes for me but I still will cut you if you look at him</em>. <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>24. How long did it take to get serious?</u></span> <em>Not very long lol Some things are just meant to be :)</em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>25. Who eats more?</u></span> <em>OhEmGee HIM.</em> <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>26. What do you do for a living?</u></span> <em>I hang out. He saves the country and drives trucks</em>.<br />
<em>Ok, seriously, I am an Animal Control officer (NOT LIKE THE TV SHOW) and Army Wifey (AGAIN, NOT LIKE THE TV SHOW) and now a new adventure as a truck drivers wife. He is in the United States Army.... was active duty till recently and is now reserves. He just started truck driving but has expressed interest in other fields and possibly going back to active duty.</em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>27. Who does the laundry?</u></span> <em>I do most of it, but he has helped :) </em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>28. Who's better with the computer?</u></span> <em>Probably me...</em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>29. Who drives when you are together?</u></span><em> Whew that is an arguement. He says my driving sucks, I say his is a nightmare... </em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>30. What is your song?</u></span> <em>We are BIG music lovers we have so many we love but i'll name off a few:<br />
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~"No Doubt About It" - Neal McCoy</em><br />
<em>~"My kind of woman/My kind of man" - Vince Gill</em><br />
<em>~"Amen kind of love"- Daryle Singletary</em><br />
<em>~"Cross my heart"- George Strait (everyone has that song)</em><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now don't get me wrong, I love my life the way it is now. Granted with responsibility comes stress and lord knows we could all use a little <em><strong>LESS</strong></em> stress..... But with my "<u>old</u>" life I lived without an ounce of responsibility. I surely regret that now (<em><strong><u>DEBT!!!)</u></strong></em> but then again you can't live life with regrets, just remember the lesson and don't ever do that shit again!!! <br />
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In my "<em>new</em>" found self I now can:<br />
~live on a budget</div><div style="text-align: center;">~save my liver a little more everyday</div><div style="text-align: center;">~not go insane on booze, instead I know my limits</div><div style="text-align: center;">~<strong>KNOW</strong> when to pick a fight </div><br />
The point is I sometimes miss my "<u>old</u>" self. Not in how much booze I could put down or how much I partied because we all know I could hang with the best lol No I miss my <em>self esteem</em> I used to have... even though it <u>wasn't much</u>. I miss the <em>drive</em> I had, I miss my <em>creativity</em>, my old <em>body</em>, my <em>wild and silly</em> self. I was always<em> giggling, laughing, smiling</em> and seeing the <em>good</em> in everything. <br />
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I keep wondering if life has sucked that out of me? With all of my "<u>mistakes</u>" I have made so far in my life I had to deal with some unwanted consequences and in doing so it seems to have made me <em>pessimistic</em>? I really want that part of <strong>me</strong> back. I want to smile a <u><em>genuine smile</em></u>. I want to close my eyes, feel the sun on my face, the breeze against my hair and feel good about myself. I know I need to reach deep down inside and find myself again. I really do. Perhaps if I find the good in me again, it will bring the "<u>good</u>" in my life again..... <br />
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</span></u><em>Was cleaning out the bookshelf and found my old "books" I wrote of poetry. Here's an old entry:<br />
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SO. <strong>No</strong>. That is <u>not</u> where the "<em>moose</em>" comes from. If you haven't noticed, the <strong>URL</strong> "<em><u>Teddy Moose Family</u></em>" is what we call our family. The story goes: <br />
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While Brian was deployed this last deployment of course I missed him dearly. At the time we only had Diesel dog who was very bored with me as I spent my time at work, on the phone or glued to my laptop just to get every chance I could with Brian via the interwebs. During the winter, the cold gloomy days were awful having no one to cuddle with except fuzzball here lol. During one yahoo instant messanger conversation <em>(before skype was</em> "<strong>big</strong>") we had a video chat going and I was cuddled up in my big saddle blanket, Brian asked if I was warm enough? I said no, I needed him to cuddle with. He laughed and said, "What am I? A teddy bear?!" I said, "No honey your bigger than a bear you're like a moose! LOL Teddy Moose!" <br />
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"<em>Moose</em>" "<em>Teddy Moose</em>" "<em>Mr. Moose</em>" "<em>TM</em>" many nicknames came from that name and I, too got some nicknames following the same name just adding "<em><u>MRS</u></em>" to it. When we welcomed Shyanna and Dakoda into our family they too became our "<em>little mooses</em>". I know "<em>mooses</em>" isn't a word but it works lol.<br />
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So thats where "<em>Teddy Moose</em>" came from. Now when he got back from deployment, on his way into the states, they had stopped in Bangor, Maine. He bought me a stuffed moose at the airport lol. Little did he know I had done the same here! When we saw each other again we exchanged "<em>mooses</em>" and ever since they have been at our bedsides. When either of us has to leave for whatever amount of time, our moose go with us so we have that little bit of each other to go with us where ever we are. <br />
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Well I am HAPPY to report that we have gone 2 whole days without any arguing, fighting, or any negativity :)<br />
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Considering how awful things were before this is a big improvement. We hope to continue this pattern. I don't know what triggered this good wave of good juju latey and I don't plan on questioning it. Perhaps is me dealing with snot nosed, two faced biznatch Army Wives and given em a peace of my mind. LOL Either way I am so thrilled and hopeful and excited! I can't wait to see him again, although I don't know when that will be <br />
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On a sadder note my baby boy Diesel has come down with possibly "Kennel Cough". It breaks my heart when he gets sick or hurt cause I just wanna ease his pain, and unfortunately animals don't have the ability to tell you what is wrong, they have no voice to express their pains and sorrows :( <br />
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I have taken him to the vet before for what i thought was kennel cough and they gave me some suggestions to try and treat it at home, which is what i'm doing now = Robitussin. LOL Like a kid I have to chase him down and force it down his throat hehehe... I just pray it works! So prayers for me as well that he gets to feelin better!<br />
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My sis and I saw the last of our friends leave today. Deployments are awful I will admit, for ANYONE. Wife, Fiance, girlfriend, friend, sister, brother, cousin, mom, dad, aunt, uncle etc.... it's equally painful and equally hard to watch them leave. I pray for everyone's safe return soon<3<br />
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Well I am avoiding the dishes once more so I think i'll actually call it an early night tonight, considering I've only had about 2 hours of sleep last night..... Tomorrow I go back to rowing with the other slaves.... Bleh. I love my job but the lack of pay is really getting to me :( <br />
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<u>NO</u>. You violated the law therefore you deserve a citation. I was hoping she would get arrested for it, she sure put up a fight, I know thats an awful thing to say but its the truth..... <br />
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Talked with Brian today, he is leaving tomorrow morning with his trainer and will be on the road for about a month straight..... our conversations will be cut in half at that point... not like we talk much anyways <strong>BUT</strong> still sucks. He sounded chipper and so did I. I do miss him. I feel if he was home we could fix things alot sooner and easier but <strong>THAT</strong> would be <strong>TOO</strong> convenient. Gotta work from scratch. He is still giddy over his box and so am I. It feels good when he shows appreciation. I know our situation could be a thousand times worse like many girls I know and i'm very lucky for that. I miss him so very much and I wish things could be different and granted we say "<em>Well, what if...</em>." but life isn't about "<em>what if's</em>" or "<em>shoulda, coulda's</em>" life is about the here and now and what to do to change the path you are going down. <br />
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Being busy at work has helped keep me from going insane, the always dirty house due to my lovely 3 brats is also helping. Have another d-day for another buddy who is leaving soon coming up and that'll of course break my heart again. My sister will hopefully be going with me again and she is always a much needed shoulder. I miss being apart of the "<em>Army-sisterhood</em>" because I had many shoulders to lean on but ever since we got out seems all that support was pulled out from under me so it has been tough to have to remember what it was like to have to depend on only myself again.... it's not impossible task but it's still hard. I <u>can </u>do it, i've had to do it before many times.<br />
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Tonight's Jam (I feel like some comedy): LISTEN TO THE WHOLE THING!!!<br />
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Brian sent a few nice and meaningful text messages. I was happy he got my little care package that I sent him while he is away. Been thinking alot today and it's been a long thought. <br />
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I want to fix things with my husband but with him gone........... I don't know HOW or even if we can?!<br />
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That hardest thing I guess is putting myself back out there again.... I tried so hard and when things began to fell through I felt myself pulling back into my shell that I get into. <br />
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I don't do well with bad things in my life. I may have to be "tough" but I am quick to build a wall around my heart and just because I am married I don't see myself from NOT doing that anymore. I protect my heart like a mother bear protects her cub....<br />
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Either way I have issues thinking lately...... especially since I just about burned the house down just now.... (left a pot of boiling water empty) <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">No idea where to start. We want to fix things. We <strong>BOTH</strong> want things to be as they used to be. Granted things will never be the same because <strong>WE</strong> are not the same. We've said and done things and have changed.....now the challenge is to change with it, let our marriage <u>change, evolve and grow</u>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">There are some personal issues I have within myself that I feel the need to correct..... I think if I can heal myself I can help heal our marriage. I know Brian has to do the same but his are a little bit more difficult to deal with so I guess I can leave it be. Regardless, someday (I hope soon) we can sit down and work through this together. But for now is finding where the "<em>slack</em>" is in our marriage. We don't work as a team and we need to. This marriage is more than he or I - it's <strong>US</strong> and <strong>WE</strong> need to <strong>UNITE</strong> to figure this shit out.... Here's to hoping for really fixing things this time around.....<br />
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My head is itchy today... I wish It was my left hand.... old wives' tale: <u><em>itchy left hand= money</em></u>. Lord knows we could use it. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now we strive for that feeling and moment again but at the same time wondering if we're better off. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I fear what once was is now lost forever. <em>It scares me</em>. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Do I want to give up? -<em>yes</em> Can I? -<em>not really</em>.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">I wish I had a single sign or guidance of some kind. I sure feel so alone and lost and I just wish things would be different. I can't help but think back and wish to change things..... Never had so many regrets before in my life and suddenly it's every little thing. I heard this song (Tonight's song) and it fits. I want that happiness back again. I wanna feel that love again. I am so burned out and tired......</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<em>I don't want to <strong>fight </strong>anymore<br />
I don't want to <strong>argue</strong> anymore<br />
I don't want to <strong>cry</strong> anymore<br />
I don't want to feel <strong>helpless or alone</strong> anymore<br />
I don't want to feel <strong>lost or stressed</strong> anymore<br />
I don't want to be <strong>living paycheck to paycheck with 2 incomes</strong> anymore<br />
I don't want to be <u><strong>unhappy</strong></u> anymore.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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*<em>Sigh</em>* these things aren't easy. Granted it wasn't my husband but he is still my family and it still hurts.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">But we did well in a sense that we didn't cry when we said our "see you laters" nor did we cry when we dropped another buddy off at his barracks... we <strong><em>DID</em></strong> bawl our friggin eyes out right after that. I'm so glad she went with me..... She made it alot easier to deal with, even though it's not really <u>EASY</u> anyways. We spent a few hours on post, took a walk and just tried to wind down. Deployment days are physically and emotionally draining I am so tired. <br />
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My sister and I are <u>not</u> blood related. she is like a best friend but more. Anyways, she grew up with a Marine mother and Navy father.... <em>nuff</em> said. I grew up with a mother who grew up on a farm and a father who grew up on a ranch. Yet <strong><em><u>I</u></em></strong> am the one who married the soldier. She told me today that she doesn't think she could survive the deployments, trainings, TDY's and other things... that she <em>admired</em> the women who do. She asked me how I do it.... I simply said:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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I don't feel like sleeping...<em>but my body is tired so I lay down till I can eventually relax enough to sleep</em>.<br />
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I think that deployments when you have children have to be a little easier. Not in a sense that it's easier being alone without the love of your life, but the fact that someone <strong>NEEDS</strong> you. Like my dogs... they are all I have but they <strong>NEED</strong> me. They need to be <u>fed</u>, <u>walked</u>, played with, loved etc.... so it gives me a reason to get up in the mornings (<em>even if I don't want to</em>). If I had a child and Brian was deployed, it'd be easier because it would keep me busy, and get myself down to a routine that would help with the separation. Yes it would be hard because I'd be doing it all alone but the fact that I know I have to keep striving, to keep going every single day because someone depends on it.... makes the drive to survive the deployments that much easier and feasible. <br />
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What an AWFUL week! It was topped off with an evil centipede finding refuge in my living room, sucker did NOT want to die!!!! now i'm paranoid... FML<br />
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I miss Brian like crazy. Right now my biggest thing is that I feel guilty. My husband is gone, yes. He is working in a field that is dangerous, yes. BUT he's not deploying (although it feels that way). We've gone through a deployment before so this has some familiarity but it's not the same and I feel guilty. I've met some amazing women who are also stationed at Bliss, and they are going through another deployment... yet this time we aren't apart of it. I am grateful my husband is at least in the states and we can talk often but I too hurt....yet I feel like I cannot say anything because a wife of a deployed spouse can take that the wrong way and go off the deep end. <br />
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How do we stay behind while what was once our world goes on without us??? Brian is still "enlisted" in RESERVES not active duty... but its two different worlds. Everything is meant for a reason but this reason is leaving me in the dark, alone and in very unfamiliar territory. What I wouldn't give for things to make sense again... and even that makes me feel so guilty. I wish I could find solid ground again, to be able to get back to a sense of normal, something to make me feel less paranoid, or just plain ol happy.... Tomorrow's a new day and a new week. One day at a time.....<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">This has <strong>GOT </strong>to be the worst week ever. Tonight, due to us being so short handed I was the only officer on duty.....<u> FML</u> It was the night that would <em>NEVER</em> end! Not only was I so friggin busy that I had to pend <u>ALOT</u> of calls for the AM but I was off duty late, I slammed fingers, hands, banged and bumped my head, my legs, shins, knees, elbows.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">He has said in the past that they bark alot... Okay lets "break this down" </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Yes they are dogs, they <u>BARK</u>. I have been home when they are outside in the kennel all day they <strong>DO</strong> <strong>NOT</strong> bark <u>ALL THE TIME</u>. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">My neighbor messing with my dogs is not gonna help it! *sigh* Why has this been such a shitty week?! Really fate?! REALLY!? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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Dog is fine. I am fine. <br />
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Talk about shite.<br />
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I wanna cry into hubbies arms and just have him tell me "it's gonna be okay" but he's not here so I shall cuddle into my laptop and hope tomorrow is better.... <br />
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Sorry this isn't a good post right now my mind is fried and I am so upset and no one to vent on...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Just as it sounds lol. Today was just <u>ONE OF THOSE DAYS</u>. <em>Nothing</em> was going right, everyone was pissing me off..... I just wanted to park and hide and sleep away the rest of my shift. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Slowly came down from evil-ness when it cooled off and began to sprinkle. Of course that ended but it was calm and quiet I loved it. For hours I watched the 3 different storms around me.... dark rolling clouds, distant thunder and sparks of lightning. As the sun faded the lightning got brighter and my stress dwindled, a bittersweet moment for me as I am always stressing. It's moments like this I miss him even more but the silence of being alone and no one else around is a guilty pleasure. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Of course this was all ruined by a feral dog I had to impound that went flippin ballistic. Pup was biting the bite stick and doing death rolls (look em up on google- alligators do em) that it gave me quite the workout. Blood all over my pants and bite stick I guess was the cherry on today.... <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">While this is the "<u>normal</u>" meaning for GTL.....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">To a wife who's husband is gone it means <em>"<u><span style="font-size: large;">G</span></u>et up, <u><span style="font-size: large;">T</span></u>ry to move through the day, <u><span style="font-size: large;">L</span></u>ie on the bed but never actually sleep"</em></div><br />
With Brian gone again, I am having to re-learn life before him. Does <em>NOT </em>mean he has been replaced or removed. He's still apart of my life but in order to "carry on" I have to do every thing now. <br />
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<strong><u>EXAMPLE</u></strong>: Things on the very top shelf<br />
<em>BEFORE</em>: "Briannnn can youuu get <strong>THAT</strong> pweeeze!"<br />
<em>NOW</em>: Get chair (that is half broken) climb on that, climb on counters... Mission <u>Accomplished</u><br />
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I have to admit. I don't know how I got through life before him. I mean I <strong>KNOW</strong> cause I was very independent at a young age but now that I'm married it's like the other half of my very <em>BEING</em> is gone and I must learn to make up for it.... it is <strong>TWICE</strong> as hard but I can do it. I have to because if I don't I will fail. Mistakes will happen, i'll cry, i'll get pissed off, i'll get frustrated, etc... but hey thats all apart of the journey to becoming a stronger wife who's husband is gone. <br />
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1- get to fit in the thousand and some pairs of jeans that are up in the closet that you've saved.....<br />
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2- Bra size goes DOWN (I hope)<br />
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3- Finish your tattoo<br />
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4- Fit in the thosand and 1 shirts again that are also in the closet<br />
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5- lookin better than any buckle bunny hoe bag that you know (and thats ALOT of em)<br />
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7- CONFIDENCE back - or at least have some again<br />
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well.............gotta start somewhere????★★Sunne★★http://www.blogger.com/profile/11595458981551766012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8867352050079867778.post-46039670364985191612011-06-16T20:41:00.003-06:002011-07-29T02:06:54.365-06:00My reflection.......<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://youthnetuk.net/content/2/c4/12/21/reflection.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="127" src="http://youthnetuk.net/content/2/c4/12/21/reflection.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Who am I? Who have I become? What have I accomplished so far in my life? Who am I <em><u>INSIDE</u></em>!?</span><br />
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<em>I have lost my touch with reality sometimes..... With my faith, with hope, with love</em><span style="font-size: large;"></3</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><u>Love</u></span>: What does it mean anymore? Does it mean starting over? Working through everything.... and praying for success, but preparing for failure?<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I know i'm <u>not</u> perfect. I don't expect <u>anyone</u> else to be.</span> <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">I am broken and I need to be fixed........ The thing is I don't know how to even fix myself or where to even start.....</span></em><br />
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Anyways back to blogging.....<br />
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I have officially been released and am a full fledged officer. As far as the "Love Dare" goes we haven't been keepin .........okay <em><u>I</u></em> haven't cause I fall asleep as we read it every night. Brian says its good lol<br />
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Tomorrow we are goin to a BBQ with some friends of ours... battles from Brians old unit last deployment. After they all got back we all got scattered through out the post. Well now everyone is goin different ways and this will be a good chance for us to hang out again before all that happens. I will miss everyone so much!!!<br />
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Tonight was also the last episode for this season of "Army Wives" </3 and they aren't starting a new season till NEXT year boo! <br />
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Well thats it for me ............ my brain is mush i'm tired gonna eat some popcorn and chillax...<br />
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