tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25161676584317690272024-03-20T03:08:19.596-04:00Combat Boots and DiamondsA Girl and her MarineJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04845915062029805263noreply@blogger.comBlogger298125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2516167658431769027.post-65006901783620847702012-05-19T22:41:00.001-04:002012-05-19T22:41:22.059-04:00So we found a house to rent. As much as I like living on base, we are moving off. I won't miss having to have my ID out everytime I go home and be constantly thinking I'm going to lose it while I'm out and not be able to get on base. I won't miss my whore of a neighbor. I won't even get into that. I won't miss some of the trashy people. I won't miss being stared at while I walk the dog like I'm a piece of meat. I definitely won't miss the ignorant, stupid people that don't watch their young kids play in the street or let their dog out and instead of coming to get it as it attacks me and Norm, they tell from their back porch.
I will miss having the gas station and C-Store, gym, Subway/Dominoes, and Post Office right there though.
Ya, that's about it.
Maybe we'll move back on another time but for now we're done.
The house we found is awesome. The rent is a really good price and in my opinion underpriced for all it has to offer. I'm excited. We don't move in till August, though. So now I get to anxiously wait.
I hate waiting.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04845915062029805263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2516167658431769027.post-43776006007833825382012-05-09T21:19:00.001-04:002012-05-09T21:19:51.415-04:00I haven't visited this blog in forever. Tumblr got the best of me! But at the same time, I can't seem to open up completely there. And it can be as annoying as Facebook. But I'm addicted. Since my last post, things have been great, exciting, bad, sad, and everything in between. Pat's homecoming was perfect and happened so fast. Im so glad that deployment is behind us.
There's a lot going through my was right now and I just any find the words to explain it. Things aren't bad but I feel like something is off. I don't know... I need to start posting here more. It's like therapy. Even if no one is listening on the other end.
Well, I'll be back soon. Time for me to try to sleep.
<3Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04845915062029805263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2516167658431769027.post-83890757292044015982011-12-16T14:14:00.000-05:002011-12-16T14:14:46.738-05:00sometimes life is full of hurtIt hurts when friends abandon you especially when you don't understand their reasoning. Being a distant friend is not okay with me. Being a "I'm here if you need me but basically we're not going to hang out or talk" is not a friend in my eyes. I would never come to you if I had a problem. Being a distant friend is not a friend.<br />
I feel bitter, hurt, angry, and confused. I feel like family are the only people I can trust and count on. I feel like God is teaching me some cruel lesson that I will never understand. I don't even know what to think.<br />
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In other news, Pat will be home very soon. I'm excited. Everything will be fine when he's here. He knows how to make everything better.<br />
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His parents will be here 3 days after he gets home though. That is the least bit exciting. And they're staying longer than expected. Which is not okay, but I can't do anything about it. I'll be working a lot though. But I'm losing a lot of time with Pat. Ugh.<br />
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I made a tumblr, check it out please: <a href="http://jacarey.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">TUMBLR</a><br />
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I'm definitely in one of those "Fuck It" moods.<br />
Deuces.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04845915062029805263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2516167658431769027.post-33873338754256863482011-10-10T12:49:00.000-04:002011-10-10T12:49:48.926-04:00UPDATE!It's been pretty long since my last post. I hut the internet and dvr/cable off to save some money. I rarely watch tv since Pat's left. I was watching a lot of Netflix but when I shut the internet off, I put out Netflix and Xbox live on hold. I work a lot anyway so there's not much time for siting down. <br />
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Deployments going by fast! Were almost done. Pat was awarded the NAM, Navy and Marine Corps Achievement Medal, for everything he's doing over there. I'm so proud of him! He says he's ready to come home. He's was moved to HQ and is the police sgt. He says he loves it but is always busy. We get interrupted all the time be cause he has to go fix something or check something in. He doesn't get much sleep and can be woken up on his off time to take care of something. But he likes it. I know he can't wait to get home and have a real night's sleep. Next to me of course :)<br />
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I move in a month on base! I have the address, but can't go in the house yet. We drive by it often. I'm so excited! I can not wait to get it all ready for Pat. It's going to be so great, I low our apartment but I'm so trednof apartment living and well save money this way. We wod save more if we bought a house or townhouse, but if we deecided to buy, it's permanent in my eyes and I'm not settling for less than what I want in a house. Plus a townhouse is nearly the same as apartment living. No garages most of the time and tons of neighbors in a tighter area. At lease on base it's normal neighborhoods just allege houses are condo types. Which I house-sat for Rachel and didn't once in 5 days hear her neighbors. Plus I'll be literally 20 seconds from her. Our house is an end one and were right on the corner of a street that is less than a minute from the gate. We have a big side yard and back yard. Our driveways a little steep which I don't like but I'll get over it. Pat wanted to be on a court but I'm okay with not. There's extra parking near us.<br />
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It all happening so fast. Mom will be here soon and I already set tmo and the move. They'll do everything we'll just have to oversee the packers. <br />
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Well I'm typing this on my phone and it's annoying. I'll post another time. :)<br />
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XoxoJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04845915062029805263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2516167658431769027.post-67812724017044135052011-08-09T12:31:00.000-04:002011-08-09T12:31:50.943-04:00Impacts of life decisions<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The day I married my soul mate, everything changed. Everything set in and seemed 'right'. I wasn't nervous, I didn't have any second thoughts, I wasn't like "What am I getting myself into". From then on, I saw God's path. Up until then, I couldn't see. I struggled to understand where my life was going, I thought there was no path. But now I see it. And I feel like this is exactly what He had planned. I was getting lost before and needed to fight to get to this point. I feel at ease with myself and my life. I wouldn't change it or trade it for anything.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">With that being said, my sister has made a decision that I can not understand. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She claims J is her soul mate. They've been together I think longer than three years now. They were getting married this year, in October. This coming weekend is the date for their Bridal Shower. Around two weeks ago, out of the blue, we found out that A decided to call the wedding off! ! ! ! ! Literally a week before I found this out, she was telling me how she couldn't wait until I saw the wedding topper, and her and Mom were getting other wedding stuff together. The severity and quickness of this whole fiasco, is really throwing me off. And also my Mother. And My YiaYia. And I'm not sure how my Dad feels. You have no idea how completely out of left field this is. I was very upset when my Mom told me. Pat is extremely upset and mind-blown, also. I called A and talked to her. It's not effective over the phone. She didn't explain too much. Just kept saying J was also having feelings like he wasn't ready. Do I believe that? Slightly, but I think he just doesn't want to show how he really feels. Supposedly, my sister has met someone. I explained, from personal experience, how what she may be feeling because of meeting this person, is not real. Of course she has to realize this on her own. But I know what she's going through. And she needs to take a step back and re-evaluate her situation and feelings. It's a smoke-screen effect and it's misleading. She could ruin something really good by giving in. I think she's realized that, now. She apparently "needs to find herself", she's "lost herself in all this". Really? I don't think so. I'm not sure what's going on in her head, but mentally she's screwing with J and it's the last thing he needs. I don't even know. There are so many thoughts running through my head. I could kick her butt for doing this two weeks before the Bridal Shower. How do you just realize out of no where, you've fallen out of love with someone you loved a week before?!?!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Regardless of the outcome of this situation, as the BIG SISTER, I can not sit back and not have an opinion. Although I keep it to myself, I would hate to see her decisions take her down the wrong path in life. I'm going to sit back and let her learn on her own, though. No one was there to help me make the right decisions and I've learned a lot. I also keep this in mind with everything I decide now. Will she? Time will tell, I suppose.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In another sense, this distracts me from deployment. It's doesn't need to distract Pat and I know he cares. It makes me nervous. It's like he focuses on everything else, but Afghanistan. He's worried about this, he <i>was</i> worried about missing the wedding. He's worried about getting a house on base, when I've repeatedly told him I'm handling it. He worries about me and our finances. He worries about Norm. He needs to realize, the more important thing he needs to worry about is coming home safe and sound and not in a box. I can handle everything here. Everything will be okay. He can't save everything. I can take some of the burden and put it on myself.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">♥ 1/9</span>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04845915062029805263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2516167658431769027.post-40884551511500113382011-08-08T23:04:00.000-04:002011-08-08T23:04:26.713-04:00Life While My Husband Is Deployed.The 'D' word. For most of us in the military, we know there is a very good chance of hearing the inevitable 'D' word. For my husband and I, we knew before he went to boot camp. He signed for infantry and had friends already in, who gave him an idea of when to expect to be activated. And they were right. He hadn't even been in the Marine Corps a full year when his unit deployed. We've handled it well, after all, we knew what we were getting into.<br />
He had gotten laid off from his job and there wasn't much out there for him. He had told me before he got laid off, while out of town, that he was thinking about talking to the recruiter when he got home. I think at first I may have been intrigued. I don't really remember how I reacted. Maybe I didn't realize it would actually happen. After that. God's destiny, had taken its course. We must have had an argument because the whole decision of him joining comes down to one statement. One statement that may be the death of me. I slightly remember saying it but I don't remember the argument. I told him he had to join for us. For me to stay with him. When I think back, I think he totally took it a different way then I meant it, but we don't talk about it much so I never ask him what actually was said that day. Granted, I probably did say he had to show me by doing this. What else was he going to do with his life? He was laid off with no job and no schooling. No money saved up. Nothing. What was I going to do? I couldn't support us. I didn't have any schooling at the time. We had decided not to re-lease on the house we were in and moved back to our parents'. There was another problem that was resolved that I won't make public, but he still needed to show me that things had changed and he was going to figure his life out.<br />
After the first visit to the recruiter's office everything started to roll. And I realized I hated the Marine Corps. I didn't care what he needed to do to get ready for boot camp. I fought him on it. I had become a hypocrite and went back on my word. The next year was even worse. Things had started to strain our relationship and we were being pulled all different ways. It was honestly the worst year of my life. I regret everything. I wish I could erase it from my memory. The feeling I had that year creeps up on me now and then, reminding me. I can't get it out of my head. I hold things against him and he holds things against me. Nothing horribly bad happened but it was a year full of experiences I wish never happened. It's changed everything. All I can think about now, is wanting to go back to 2004 and how it used to be and starting over from there. Obviously things are okay, we're married and still love each other. But I can't stop holding on to what transpired that horrible year before he left for boot camp.<br />
Boot camp scared the death out of me. Worse than deployment, Don't believe me if you want, but I'm telling you the truth. I was so nervous after that year, that when he went to boot camp he'd graduate and not want to be with me. After 6 years, he'd end up leaving me. They always say boot camp changes most guys for the good, so at first I was excited. There were things I didn't like about him and I thought they'd get straighted out but then I realized what if he changed for the worse? What if he thought he could do better or wanted to have his fun and freedom. What if he didn't want to get married. Boot camp was really hard, I cried every night and every day. I felt so lost without him. He wrote me the most loving letters ever, saying things I never expected him to say and I still couldn't help but think it wasn't true. I thought when he saw me on graduation day, he'd decide right then that it was over. Those three months, the feeling I had comes in second to the feeling I had the year before boot camp.<br />
After boot camp, I think it was harder for him to readjust in the ten day leave than it was for me. Either way it was an amazing time. We got married in an 'unofficial' ceremony that ended up being perfect and beautiful. We decided to plan a formal wedding for after deployment, which has yet to be planned. (It's hard to plan things around the MC agenda). He left after his leave for SOI and two months later we were reunited again. Quickly we found a place to live and I came down to stay, I think around the end of November we were finally approved leave to come back home and move everything. It was an adventure. Everything was done so fast though, we didn't get to relax much. After that, he started to settle into his unit and find out what it's like to be a boot in the fleet. And being a 25 year old boot, at that. It was rough for him, he was treated like any other boot PFC just because of his rank even though he wasn't immature or stupid like most of the 18, 19 year old's he was surrounded by. But that's just how MC Infantry is, right?<br />
Things didn't slow down once we got used to living in NC. My mother came to visit, for maybe a while too long. My car had a huge break down that sent me spiraling into financial hell. I needed to find a job since I was starting to run out of money. Pat had a few field ops. Maybe a week at the longest. Then Fort Pickett/AP Hill training came. I believe Pickett was about three weeks. I spent most of that time in Ohio, sick. I had driven home with mom and then we drove back when Pat was about to come home. Mom didn't stay that time, although I knew she would have loved to. After Pickett was California for Enhanced Mojave Viper training. They had gotten word while in Pickett that their deployment was moved up. EMV was longer than 30 days and at the time we weren't sure if he would get pre-deployment leave when he got home. They ended up coming home and we were on pre-dep leave within a week. It was short, too short. I feel like we didn't get to spend any time together by ourselves. I envy couples that get full pre-dep leave. My word of advise, don't waste it and cherish it.<br />
'D-Day' came for us and it was one of the roughest days I have ever experienced. When he had left for Pickett and EMV, I was the one to 'leave'. I dropped him off and he had to watch the car leave. This time I had to watch the buses leave. It felt like they were driving 2 mph away. It was ripping my my heart out the further and further they went. I remember standing there saying over and over, 'please don't go, please don't go'. I left crying my eyes out with Norm in my arms. Luckily, I had a really good friend with me who followed me until she got to her street. I wasn't sure I'd make it home without wrecking. I couldn't stop crying and thinking it was the end of the world. I wondered when I would hear from him next.<br />
So far some days seem to drag but the weeks have been going by pretty fast. I think we've been pretty lucky. With technology on our side, we get to talk on Facebook chat somewhat regularly. I'm not sure the reasoning but I don't get phone calls. One of the Sgt's wife gets many. More than I would have ever expected. But I only got one since he had left, only because he was at another patrol base. It's okay though, there's something that keeps the fire going when you have to wait to hear his voice. We don't use Skype either. I wouldn't mind, but I know Pat doesn't know how and I'm not sure if the computer he uses has a cam. I really want him to write me snail mail, like the letters he wrote me while in boot camp. I sent him paper and envelopes but he says he'll email me. I haven't gotten an email yet. I know we have actual conversations but I feel like he doesn't say what's on his mind or we end up talking about other things. I think it would be good for him to actually just write me, whether its email or snail mail. It would give him a chance to organize his thoughts and maybe say something he wouldn't in a chat. I was surprised, we've been talking a lot but he's jeopardizing valuable sleep time to talk to me. He can chose what to do in the hours between 'shifts' or what ever you want to call their work hours. Its not many hours by any means but enough to some-what relax or get on the internet, from what I understand. Sometimes communications are shut down though, for what ever reasons, like recently. Other times things break, they lose power or they are in the process of moving.<br />
I try to think about Pat's day and what it's like, of course I don't have much to go on. He won't and can't say much of anything. Its hard for me to accept. I want to know everything. It's a story for me, an adventure. I'm proud and curious, maybe jealous in a way?. By the time he gets home, I'm afraid he'll forget every little detail. It's just like boot camp, I wanted to know everything, I was dying to hear all the stories and when he got home of course, that's not what he wanted to talk about. I wanted to experience it through him. Maybe there are suppressed emotions I have and that's why I want to know so bad. That's another story though, on a whole different level.<br />
So now here we are, surviving through deployment number one. I find time going pretty fast. Work helps a lot, even though I would rather not be working. I think it helps that I'm slightly an introvert. And I like my alone time. I would give anything to spend every waking minute with Pat, but I am okay to be by myself when he's not around. I have an amazing group of friends here and they keep me busy. I honestly don't know if I could survive without them. They make me laugh and listen when I need to talk. They make this deployment even easier.<br />
Lucky for Pat and I, we keep the communication open. I've been given some explanations from him that put a lot of things in perspective. I will expand on this in future posts. Let's just say I feel better and understand more, now. I love him with all I have and he knows.<br />
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This life may be hard and tough at times, but it is perfect for us ♥ I appreciate everything he is doing everyday for me. And I will wait faithfully for him to return home to me. I love you PSC[090210]Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04845915062029805263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2516167658431769027.post-30443237804288112492011-08-05T20:53:00.000-04:002011-08-05T20:53:57.647-04:00Rules of Military Combat<ol><li>If the enemy is in range, so are you.</li>
<li>Incoming fire has the right of way.</li>
<li>Don't look conspicuous: it draws fire.</li>
<li>The easy way is always mined.</li>
<li>Try to look unimportant, they may be low on ammo.</li>
<li>Professionals are predictable, it's the amateurs that are dangerous.</li>
<li>The enemy invariably attacks on one of two occasions:<ol type="a"><li>When you're ready for them.</li>
<li>When you're not ready for them.</li>
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<li>Teamwork is essential; it gives the enemy someone else to shoot at.</li>
<li>If you can't remember, the claymore is pointed at you.</li>
<li>If your attack is going well, you have walked into an ambush.</li>
<li>Don't draw fire, it irritates the people around you.</li>
<li>The only thing more accurate than incoming enemy fire is incoming friendly fire.</li>
<li>When the pin is pulled, Mr. Grenade is not our friend.</li>
<li>If it's stupid but works, it isn't stupid.</li>
<li>When in doubt empty the magazine.</li>
<li>Never share a fox hole with anyone braver than you.</li>
<li>Anything you do can get you shot. Including doing nothing.</li>
<li>Make it too tough for the enemy to get in and you can't get out.</li>
<li>Mines are equal opportunity weapons.</li>
<li>A Purple Heart just proves that were you smart enough to think of a plan, stupid enough to try it, and lucky enough to survive.</li>
<li>Don't ever be the first, don't ever be the last and don't ever volunteer to do anything.</li>
<li>The quartermaster has only two sizes: too large and too small.</li>
<li>Five second fuses only last three seconds.</li>
<li>It is generally inadvisable to eject directly over the area you just bombed</li>
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<div align="Center"></div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04845915062029805263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2516167658431769027.post-78634106494512078652011-08-05T18:25:00.000-04:002011-08-05T18:25:34.961-04:00marine corps field artillery at its best<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pgTk5-JX8qI?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04845915062029805263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2516167658431769027.post-18900307466334228422011-07-17T19:17:00.000-04:002011-07-17T19:17:33.217-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j-zsXYu-bGI/TiM4hD-5izI/AAAAAAAACow/FML0kmFwtJM/s1600/007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j-zsXYu-bGI/TiM4hD-5izI/AAAAAAAACow/FML0kmFwtJM/s320/007.jpg" width="199" /></i></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Meet Norm</b>, also known as, Normous Orrilious Maximous, Norman, Nerm, Nermy, Pucky, Pookie, Puppa, Prince, Bubby, BeeBee, Putz, Spud, Puhd, and many other nicknames.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Breed:</b> Rat Terrier</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Color: </b>White with brown tail and head</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Weight:</b> 6 pounds</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Born:</b> February 26, 2011</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Loves: </b>Daddy's sock, his water bottle animal, cheese, warm towels</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Hates: </b>The vacuum, car rides, the Vet, when Mommy leaves</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Favorite Pass time:</b> Watching TV, chewing cords</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><b>Enjoys:</b> not listening to Mom, running around like a crazy nut</i></span><br />
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</tbody></table>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04845915062029805263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2516167658431769027.post-26222005418849314352011-07-08T12:28:00.000-04:002011-07-08T12:28:01.331-04:00Little Miss Oohrah<a href="http://www.cafepress.com/LittleMissOohrah">Little Miss Oohrah</a><div><br /></div><div>Please check out Little Miss Oohrah on Cafepress for updated Marine Corps Moto apparel and gifts! </div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04845915062029805263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2516167658431769027.post-27251779421788111862011-07-07T03:48:00.001-04:002011-07-07T03:49:16.432-04:00When God Created The Military Wife<div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>The Good Lord was creating a model for military wives and was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared. She said, "Lord, you seem to be having a lot of trouble with this one. What’s wrong with the standard model?"</i></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>The Lord replied, "Have you seen the specs on this order? She has to be completely independent, possess the qualities of both father and mother, be a perfect hostess to 4 or 40 with an hour’s notice, run on black coffee, handle every emergency imaginable without a manual, be able to carry on cheerfully, even if she is pregnant and has the flu, and she must be willing to move to a new location 10 times in 17 years. And oh yes, she must have six pairs of hands." The angel shook her head, "Six pair of hands? No way!"</i></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the Lord’s creation. "There’s a leak", she announced. "Something is wrong with the construction. You are trying to put too much into this model."</i></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I love you Patrick. Please be safe<3</i></span>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04845915062029805263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2516167658431769027.post-70489654814671595552011-06-30T07:07:00.000-04:002011-06-30T07:07:52.234-04:00Just One Kiss...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>What I wouldn't do for just one kiss this morning. I had a feeling I wouldn't get to talk to Pat, but still I had that anxious feeling. I knew I had to be up early though, so I was sort of thankful. It saved me from being snappy or bitchy with him. I hate the Afghan 'state-of-mind'. I liked the EMV 'state-of -mind' much better. When he was training in California, he was sweet and loving. Afghan has made him almost cynical, sarcastic, and something else. I haven't put my finger on it yet. I wonder how he's really feeling, sleeping, and what he's really thinking about. I hope things start looking up for him and he just makes the best of it. I know that is hard, but there's no reason he couldn't try.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Please check out the links below the header :) I just found out about these. They're pages, set up like posts. They remind me of the documents on Facebook groups. I can add to them all the time and it's one continuous post. I think it would be cool if every time I 'edited' the page (added something to the post) it would record a (1) or something next to the link so you would know it was updated. I may have to suggest that to the Blogger people :) Anyway, I'm just trying to help fellow Marine sisters out and give them some help by sharing my experience and what I have learned so far. So please, check them out! (I may or may not change the Care Package Tips page... Haven't decided yet!)</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Chicken Enchiladas - First I followed the box directions, and fell in love. The next two times, I tweaked the recipes. I didn't have enchilada sauce so I used hot salsa, different cheese and spices, and I made it work with fajita wraps(which were smaller). If Pat was home, we would probably only have enough for dinner but I was able to get dinner that night, and lunch and dinner the next day! I want to try a different recipe next time. I can't wait!</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Creamy Chicken and Salad - I just made this today and really it's simple. Besides preparing the lettuce and vegetables that I choose (today all I had was onion and green peppers), I make my own hard boiled eggs with a simple recipe and experimented with a different way to make the chicken. And the two ingredients that make the salad amazing, cranberries(dried) and glazed walnuts. I didn't want plain chicken so I experimented with Cream of Chicken soup, since for some reason I have a bunch of cans. I didn't think I needed to let the chicken marinate in the CoC since it's thick, I didn't think it would penetrate through the chicken. So I through the chicken on the stove and added a mixture of seasonings. This consisted of probably 8 spices. I like spices and am not afraid to combine them. I was nervous that the chicken after being cooled, would still be too creamy/wet but when I combined all the ingredients with the lettuce, it turned out perfect! I did run into a problem, my refrigerator froze my lettuce and spinach. I was upset but able to save most of the lettuce and a decent portion of spinach. Stupid fridge. I wasn't sure which dressing I should try with it. I tend to stay with creamy dressing like ranch or honey mustard. But with the chicken being creamy, I thought that may be too much. There was red raspberry vinaigrette in the refrigerator, but I opted for ranch. IT WAS AMAZING. The cranberries and walnuts are my favorite addition to salads. YUM.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Slow-cooked Pork Chops - This was a recipe I found while Pat was in Cali, training. I wanted to make it for him when he got home but he insisted on eating whatever he wanted and where ever he wanted before he deployed. I made it shortly after he left and it was amazing. Some of the reviews said that the particular blends of spices were odd with the choice of pork, but that it was still a great dish. I'm unbiased when it comes to spices and foods combined. I don't think only certain spices should be used with certain meats, pastas, veggies, etc. So I slow cooked the pork, chicken broth, and spices all day. It smelled amazing and when it was done, the pork just fell apart very nicely. I think I made noodles that night to accompany it. I noticed there was a large amount of broth left and it wasn't thick so I decided next time I will add potatoes, carrots, and onions like you would with a roast. I think those additions will accompany the pork better than the noodles. I really wish Pat would have let me make it for him. I don't care if he says he doesn't like pork, it's because, I think, the way his mother makes it and the type she uses.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Besides main dishes, I make some mean glazed carrots. I haven't made them in a while and although they are amazing, I haven't perfected them. I also need to work on my brownies. I don't know if it's the different type of boxed brownies I choose, but none are as good as I remember them being when I was a kid and mom was making them. If something doesn't change, I may start looking for a homemade recipe instead. I made sugar cookies the one night and even though the recipe is so simple, they were the most amazing cookies ever. Moist for days after! I did take them out early because my oven tends to over cook, but I'm not sure if it was that, or because I may have used tub butter instead of stick margarine... or maybe even the container I stored them in. I'm not sure but the were amazing.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I really want to make my Three Berry Pie, but I don't feel like buying the berries. They're slightly expensive and I don't feel like using the money on something I'm probably going to be the only one eating. It is an amazing pie though. I use raspberries, black berries, and strawberries. I think it's the black berries that make it, but that's just me!</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>This evening I'm going to try this really simple cinnamon toast rolls/folds. It's 3 ingredients and oven time. And there's even a simple way to make icing! I can't wait, it just sounds fun. The only problem is, I just bought bread and I don't really want to use it all on these but I just might ;)</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>P.S. Lipton Pomegranate Blueberry Iced Tea = Amazing.</i></span><br />
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<div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"><i>Around her hair she wore a yellow ribbon<br />
She wore it in the springtime<br />
In the merry month of May<br />
And if you ask her why the heck she wore it<br />
She wore it for her soldier who was far far away</i></div><blockquote><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"><i>Far away, far away<br />
She wore it for her soldier<br />
Who was far, far away</i></div></blockquote><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"><i>Around the block she pushed a baby carriage<br />
She pushed it in the springtime<br />
In the Merry month of May<br />
And if you ask her why the heck she pushed it<br />
She pushed it for her soldier who was far far away</i></div><blockquote><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"><i>Far away, far away<br />
She pushed it for her soldier<br />
Who was far, far away</i></div></blockquote><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"><i>Behind the door her daddy kept a shotgun<br />
He kept it in the springtime<br />
In the merry month of May<br />
And if you ask him why the heck he kept it<br />
He kept it for her soldier who was far far away</i></div><blockquote><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"><i>Far away, far away<br />
He kept it for her soldier<br />
Who was far, far away</i></div></blockquote><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"><i>On the grave she laid the pretty flowers<br />
She laid them in the springtime<br />
In the merry month of May<br />
And if you asked her why the heck she laid them<br />
She laid them for her soldier who was far far away</i></div><blockquote><div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"><i>Far away, far away<br />
She laid them for her soldier<br />
Who was far, far away</i></div></blockquote><br />
<3 I love my Marine.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04845915062029805263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2516167658431769027.post-64654291307649053652011-06-27T23:00:00.000-04:002011-06-27T23:00:49.847-04:00Loving My Hero<3 I finally got a phone call :) It felt like it had been forever that I heard his voice. Felt much better and happy after I got off the phone with him. Of course it didn't last long, I realized how long we still have to go. But so far, most days are going pretty fast. I just keep thinking of other things, like my sister's wedding, or when one of my boot camp sisters moves here, or when it SNOWS, when those events get here, then I'm that much closer. I have a system :]<br />
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Fave songs of the moment:<br />
Carrie Underwood - All American Girl<br />
Lady Antebellum - Just a kiss<br />
Saving Abel - Miss America<br />
Nicki Minaj - Did It On Them<br />
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<3Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04845915062029805263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2516167658431769027.post-22540548804639947122011-06-22T21:32:00.000-04:002011-06-22T21:32:42.410-04:00I'll Love You Longer Than Forever♥<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>[ With your love I'm never alone ]</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I got to talk to Pat, it had been a few days. I was happy :) He was fixing another companies generators and stuff, being Mr. Fixit. I hope the rest of the months go by as fast as this past one. I have a few packages to send him but I don't think I'll make it to the post office to get the customs forms. Maybe I'll stop at the PostNet store and see if they have some after work and then I'll fill them out and try to get back to the PostNet store to send them out. I hope he likes everything I put in them. And I hope the fan makes it without getting broken. I padded it but it was only with the stuff left over from Pat's Pelican Case that was left over. I want to talk to him tonight but I work really early tomorrow so I would get no sleep before work. And I want to get up early so I can do the dishes and make some coffee.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I'm watching The Rite before bed. I love Anthony Hopkins. I think he really brings life to his characters and I like his voice. This movies pretty creepy. It wasn't to bad when it first started, then it started to pick up half way through. But it's nothing really special. The story is unique but I probably wouldn't buy it. But then again, I don't normally buy scary/thriller movies. I haven't bought any DVDs lately at all. I've been watching a lot of Netflix. Doing tv show marathons. I watched That 70s Show and Roseanne so far. I started on Ancient Aliens. But I haven't had time to actually watch it. Between there, I've watched a bunch of movies too. One that's noteworthy is The Sorcerer's Apprentice. It was actually cute and I liked the story. I was surprised, at first I had no intention of even watching it, I was just going to send it right back, but then decided against that.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Ewww, I'm at the part in The Rite where they're performing the exorcism on Hopkins and the demon is saying all kinds of stuff, they made Hopkins look really creepy. Good job, makeup.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I love you Patrick Sean, please stay safe.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>♥JessicaAnn</i></span><br />
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</i></span>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04845915062029805263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2516167658431769027.post-47198742812933346452011-06-19T20:16:00.000-04:002011-06-19T20:16:31.294-04:00if its not bitches its stupid men.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Patrick. You're a douche.</i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
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</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Yes, I am pissed.</i></span></div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04845915062029805263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2516167658431769027.post-68931948269276321132011-06-16T10:42:00.000-04:002011-06-16T10:42:25.821-04:00Ugh. Bitches.I'm so irritated right now. I know I shouldn't let it get to me, but it's the not knowing that is killing me. Of course I'm not going to say anything because I don't know that it's about me or Pat. I could just be trying to connect dots that aren't there. I talked to my sister, who has a stable head on her shoulder and isn't over-dramatic, and I explained what's been going on. Basically, months ago, this certain person would right a status and it eerily would sound like she was talking about me. Or something I said. Just kind of randomly. At first, I even said to myself, it could be anyone on her newsfeed. I couldn't directly tie it to me. But then By the second, random, time it just felt WAY TOO coincidental. It wasn't anything that really hurt my feelings. Yes, sometimes I use 'hubby' instead of husband. I don't always want to sound so formal. Whatever, right? Well it would bother me so I explained it to my sister and she said it does kind of sound connected to me, but that I can't be positive and basically just ignore it.<br />
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Well yesterday topped it off for. And I just feel like there's NO WAY it's not about me/Pat.<br />
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I uploaded 3 pics to my Deployment album. An album that's nothing to joke about. There's like 2 'funny' pics in it. The pics were two of the care packages and one of a cartoon I drew Pat to make him laugh. I know it's retarded but I was bored so I drew and decorated his box. LIKE MOST GIRLS DO. Who wants to open a boring care package? Anyway, 22 minutes later she wrote on her boyfriend's wall "Please call me so we can make fun of that certain couple we do"<br />
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I know, they both have a ton of FB friends, but really? She doesn't update on FB a lot and what are the chances?! Ughhh. There's more to why this bother's me so much but I don't want to get into. But I waS pretty pissed because then that confirms my other thoughts... but then this morning he wrote her back saying, which couple soooo.... maybe my 'other' thoughts are wrong. Still I hate both of them. She's a heartless bitch. I ended up deleting her.<br />
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Ugh. I'm going to let it go now. I just needed to get that out ha.Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04845915062029805263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2516167658431769027.post-19962018446062663032011-06-14T22:21:00.000-04:002011-06-14T22:21:14.301-04:00"And I'm lost without you"[ Crossing my fingers that I get to talk to Pat tonight. ]<br />
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I just made sugar cookies. I'm bored and anxious. And felt like being productive. I would vacuum but I don't think that's a good idea at 10pm. I cleaned the big bathroom the other day before work. I just need to scrub the bathtub down. Maybe I'll work on our bathroom. Or I am getting a little tired. I might just lay down and watch a movie. I did have two beers... Soooo....<br />
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I got to see Amanda today! Her, her mom, and Steph came to Wilmington to look at houses so we met at Elizabeth's for lunch. I had an awesome 'Create Your Own' salad. Pat would love it. I wish they had a restaurant here. I would get a salad every day! So we had lunch then we drove around looking at/for houses. It was so nice! I miss Amanda a lot and wish she'd move down here. She definitely needs to get down here again, soon. We only got to spend like 2 hours together. But I'm grateful for that. We found this awesome development, too. I would buy a house there, for sure.<br />
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I'm off tomorrow and I wish I could drive out to Myrtle Beach. It's so easy to get to from JVille but I don't want to use the gas money. I have to send Pat's 2nd package and pay bills. My other friend, Wendy, and her family are in Myrtle this week too. I could have seen all of them :( And I haven't seen her in a LONG time. We didn't get to get together on any holiday leaves or predep leave. It's sucks when they're all so close but I still can't see them. Or when I have to work instead! Blah. I have to see if I can get like 4 days off for Ash's wedding shower in July too. I'm sure they won't be happy about it. And 4 days is going to be rough. I'd have to drive one, be home for two, then drive home on the 4th and I know they'll schedule me early on the 5th day. And the drive all by myself... ughhh. I don't even know if I want to see what plane tickets are... maybe I'll look into that. And I'll just have a carry on.<br />
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I love you Patrick Sean. <3Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04845915062029805263noreply@blogger.com0