March 31, 2011

I don't care what people say about Charlie Sheen...

Two and a Half Men is the funniest show on tv. Period. And Charlie Sheen makes the show, but the other characters are funny. I really could careless what Sheen does with his own life but I do care whether he's on the show or not. Just needed to get that off my chest.

I also need to put it out there that I'm so annoyed with our Unit. They have a private facebook group and I don't care what info I get from it, I'm about ready to leave the group. It's pathetic that instead of just messaging the person (who OBVIOUSLY doesn't realize they made an 'opsec' violation on a PRIVATE, repeat, PRIVATE group that ONLY THE MEMBERS ON IT WHO ALL KNOW THE INFO CAN SEE) they post, repeatedly, discussions and reminders. Then somehow you'll see them say "we're aware of violations on personal fb's and blah blah" Who is friends with the 'admins' that are dumb enough to put shit on their fb's that they can see? That's exactly why I'm not adding any of them. The only people I add are wives who I know don't interact on the group. It's just ridiculous that they don't privately message the person and tell them what they did. I've read the opsec rules multiple times and honestly some people interpret them wrong. So I don't agree with some of the things some people say. Its just annoying that they can be HELPFUL and PROFESSIONAL instead of know-it-all, rude, ready to punish someone, kind of people.

It's amazing how someone 30 years older than me can be completely oblivious to how you talk and deal with the public. Having some manners, professionalism, intelligence, and compassion can get you a long way in life and these people are seriously lacking it here.

It's no wonder why only a handful of people actually participate in the group. And why the FRO doesn't have many volunteers.

I've been holding that in for a while, hoping things would change and it was just a bad first impression I had. Yup, I was wrong.

PS. I'm missing Pat, but not doing too bad. I'm not sure why. Of course I've had my moments and cried, but I think I feel less stressed then when he's here! I am going through a few things that are a little stressful, but I'm gonna let them ride out and see what happens. EMV is around 5 to 6 weeks long but we're hoping it gets cut a little short so we get a longer leave. Who knows. I know the dates probably are going to change a few times. I'll be surprised if the stay the same, so far they have. We'll see though.

Rob's doing good :) I need to start getting a care package ready for him, I just don't have extra money to buy him candy and stuff. He's been able to make many phone calls and be on the internet a LOT since he's been there... I doubt it will last much longer though. I know my friend says a lot of her clients tell her they all get to talk to their husbands like once a week at least, during deployment. But I'm not convinced that includes grunts... I know a lot of families and girls that didn't hear from their grunt. But when ever I talk to a girl that says she does, her husband's usually pog. I dunno. I hope I'm wrong, I would love to hear from Pat a lot while he's gone.

March 22, 2011

Calls from Afghaniland !

First let me say, facebook sucks in the early AM. At first I thought it was my internet connection, but it's not. It's just facebook. And I can't successfully creep! :D

I was up and down all last night. I have a cold and that may have been keeping me up, but I really think its just blind stress. I don't feel stressed, like before, when I couldn't shut my brain off and go to sleep. I don't know, but it sucks! And I think I'm getting old, fast! I didn't drink a lot before bed and I literally went to the bathroom last night at least 5 times. What if I'm having problems with my bladder on top of everything else?!

Besides not sleeping well (I wasn't mad and cranky about it though) we got a call from Rob! I don't know if Pat had talked to him since the last time, but I thought we weren't going to hear from him for a while. At first I thought it was Pat's command or something, saying he was late or he had to come in even earlier. (That's happened before). But it was 'Wobert' :)

After Pat talked to him it was time for him to get ready. So I watched Pat get ready for work as usual. He has PT this morning, well he thinks a PFT, so he had to wear his green running suit. Not only is it the most comfortable thing he says he's ever worn, I think it's cute. After he left at 0500, I decided to just stay up. I was going to clean, but then I decided to check Netflix. Or possibly play Gears of War 2. Well I was searching Netflix and found an old movie i used to watch as a kid! I didn't expect to come across it at all, so it was like a blast from the past! It's called The Frog Prince and it's based on a children's story but the theatrics used to actually scare me. It's so funny, now I watch things that I used to watch and it's amazing what how our minds interpret things when we are young. I had such a vivid imagination. I came across Pippi Long Stalking too! Gotta ♥ Netflix!

I think I'm going to watch a little of something and then clean :)
Hope everyone has a good day!

March 15, 2011

pow! pow!

Mom, Pat, and I went to the Sportsman's Lodge! I was definitely nervous to shoot at first. Infact, it took me around 10 minutes to stop jumping at the sound of every gun shot. But you get used to it very quickly. Mom and I were sharing a Beretta m9 and Pat was shooting a Springfield XD .45. He let me try the .45 and if I had shot with it more, I would have gotten used to it. This being the first time I've ever shot a pistol, I did fairly well. I was happy :) The first 15 minutes, I was anticipating the shot before I even pulled the trigger which told me I was still 'afraid' of the pistol. Almost 90% of the time I was afraid to pull the trigger but I wanted to see if I could shoot the little x in the silhouette. So I was determined to overcome the fear. Besides I can't hurt paper. I know now that it would be hard for me to pull the trigger if I needed to shoot someone. But when am I going to need to shoot someone?! Hopefully my house never gets broken into.
I do want to go to the shooting range now, every week! And Rachel and Kailey want to come too. Keith got Rachel a pistol for their wedding day gift. I think that's so cute! I would love for Pat to buy me one. And I'd probably stick to the girly gun, 9mm. But I think I want to try the .45 again! I'm still 'afraid' of guns though. I can't get the thought out of my head that I'm going to accidentally drop the gun and its going to fire and shoot me or someone. Or that I'm going to fire it and a rogue bullet with a mind of its own is going to go for the nearest human. OR that by some strange act of God, I'll be mentally challenged for a second and have the gun pointed at myself! I know, sounds crazy, but I'm not stupid, I realize what one bullet can do. And when you feel the power, even in a little Beretta 9mm with its smaller sized bullets, its like you're God. You can choose who dies and who doesn't. Provided you're a good shot. Which I'm not a pro. And I think my eyes are royally f'ed up. I know I have astigmatisms in both eyes. Well this old fellar, Marine, was telling us to try not to close one eye. And to aim with both open. I can't see when I do this. Focusing on or past the pistol sights. I tried when I was at home too, with anything. For example, bringing my finger back and forth to my face. No go. I can 'see' my finger but nothing around it or past it. And when I close my eye I still do have problems. My eyes are so messed up and I'm pretty sure with astigmatisms, I don't qualify to have lasik eye surgery. Bummer. I don't want to be blind, and I'm definitely headed that way. My prescriptions for both eyes, changes every couple months. I just got these contacts in August and by November, I was having trouble seeing with them. And my glasses don't help anymore and they were from March.
Ughhh. And I'm putting off going to the doc for my stomach problem. Which is probably a huge mistake but, I  don't mind right now. I just don't want to know.

Pat's asking me to clean his boots for work tomorrow. So I'm gonna make the best of that and watch Step Brothers ;) peacexoxo

March 9, 2011

Semper Gumby... I can be flexible, but not THAT flexible

Horrible day in our Marine Corps world. It was to be expected, obviously. I'm not stupid and if you have enough pieces you can fit it all together. But the drastic-ness of this is, ignorant. I hoped it was a rumor, knowing that most likely it wasn't. But at least hoping the dates were wrong. Then unofficially it was confirmed by other wives. See, if you're a smart Marine wife, you already have a list of criteria you go by to determine what someone else or even what your husband tells you, is the truth.

For example:
1) The source? Is this someone you can trust? Has good past experiences? Uses their brains before they speak?
2) Taking in to account past situations that are the same. The way a judge or lawyer looks at past cases of the same, and sees how they were dealt with. Do the same with your situation. What happened in the end to someone this was told too.
3) Asking details. What, when, where, why, how? Yes, this is the Marine Corps, no answer is needed. REGARDLESS, I will ask, and I will get answers. 
How did this come about? Who did they hear it from? Was it from a casual or formal conversation? Etc.
4) FB helps with this one. Watching other wives/SOs and what they say on the internet. How they say things. And their emotion. Further creeping on convo's they have with their friends. Some people put it all out there and you can get all the info you need from one single status update.
5) The amount of people that know what you've been told even though, 'officially' it wasn't told to the Marine.
6) Keeping your mouth shut and just gathering information. Do not influence the informant even if you have heard something different.

Afterwards, you must keep calm. Hold your breath, scream, do whatever you need to do until you talk to your Marine. At this point, you take everything in to account but do not make judgement or tell anyone of importance(family) anything. Only after your Marine has been briefed OFFICIALLY(not by eavesdropping, informal conversations, or being told by someone who's rank doesn't make it OFFICIAL) do you tell anyone who needs to be told.

So I'm holding my breath. Of course my mother, who is visiting again, knows. I had to tell her. I tried not to for about an hour. I couldn't sit in the same room as her, while this tension was suffocating me. I needed to get it off my chest. Of course, I told her hopefully it's not true. But we were just discussing the other guys who were told the same and friends of friends, who were told the SAME, in the last week! Its not surprising, like I said, but this is more drastic than the other people's situation, we were talking about. Of course 'I can't say anything'. I hate that. When I hold things in, it eats away at me. I get sick, nervous, frantic, crazy.

I need some valium or SOMETHING TO CALM ME DOWN. 

March 1, 2011

this. is. amazing.

occupying time

I love stumbleupon. I could get hooked 'stumbling' for hours. I'm sitting here, waiting for Amanda to come pick me up so we can go to the park. Well everyone must be busy because FB is pretty slow today and I did all my creeping last night ;) So what else is there to do? Start stumbling! And I came across this:

military humor
And I don't care if it's Army pics. They're still funny! I could just imagine Pat doing this stuff, it makes me happy.

Oh! Pat got promoted today! His LCPL Carey now ;) I'm happy for him. I know he's going to work hard on getting CPL next. And the little bit of extra money we will get now will really help, I think! I can't wait to see him! Only 4 more days! I know he's hating Fort Pickett, but it's almost over. He won't be home long though. California is in April. Blah. I just want him to get better; he's really sick. I can't wait to take care of him when he gets home!