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Also, I just sent out Velle's Easter care package. But he's a stalker so he'll be check to see what I sent so I'm going to wait until after he gets it to write about it!<br />
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Here's the photo a day challenge:<br />
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Today is your reflection. I took one of these today for Instagram (I'm obssessed!!) but the rest are past ones that I like. Enjoy!<br />
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<br />Fab Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11293208885562474010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4770968181145160410.post-37025521481254080862012-03-21T14:26:00.000-07:002012-03-21T14:26:13.465-07:00Nightmares...<img height="415" id="il_fi" src="http://xca.xanga.com/047f913453233275483162/m219553505.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="411" /><br />
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Since I was a child I have incredibly scary nightmares. I wake up some nights screaming, thrashing, the whole bit. But the majority of the time I wake up remembering something small, heart pounding, and can't fall back asleep for hours. And there's other times Velle tells me I jump in my sleep or fight him and I wake up not really remembering those.<br />
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Since Velle left my nightmares focus mainly on his deployment. I've had dreams where he's died, where he's missing, where I'm patiently waiting at the airport but he ignores me as he gets off the plane. That kinda of stuff. Mostly just the stuff that scares me to death. (I don't really think Velle will ignore me, it's more I'm afraid we won't know each other or be okay with each other.) <br />
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In the dream, they didn't know if he was alive or dead. Which in my waking scared me more because in reality I didn't know either. Days went by and I pretty much lost it.<br />
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These nightmares scare me to death. They bring to my forebrain all the fears I try all day to push back and push back. I wake up freaking out and don't really calm down until I talk to him again. Which most recently was about four days and the nightmare played over and over when I fell asleep until it was at the point I just couldn't sleep.<br />
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It's scary not knowing anythin.g about the person you love. What they're doing at that exact moment. What they're thinking about. Whether they're safe. It scares me to death. I feel like keeping myself incredibly busy keeps my mind off it...but when it's the middle of the night and you've dreamt the worst, how can you not think the worst? <br />
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I need some serious help with my anxiety or something. <br />
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I just can't wait til he comes home. <br />Fab Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11293208885562474010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4770968181145160410.post-92093553954775624262012-03-09T17:06:00.000-08:002012-03-09T17:06:50.893-08:00Camo ConnectHellooo!<br />
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I just wanted to quickly say I recently joined a site called <a href="http://www.camoconnect.com/" target="_blank">Camo Connect</a>. It's meant to specifically join military significant others together to support each other during deployments, distance and just everything military. I'm kinda obsessed with it now. It's really nice to see some pictures/etc of women going through what I go through. <br />
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Blogger does that for me too by that way :) <br />
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But anyway, thought you military S/O's would like to take a look.Fab Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11293208885562474010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4770968181145160410.post-45635486477140604302012-03-05T16:45:00.000-08:002012-03-05T16:45:08.819-08:00Playing Catch UpI haven't blogged in awhile. And I haven't really talked about what's going on with me... mostly because it's a whole bunch of nothing. I'm working constantly around 50 plus hours a week. And therefore, I'm not doing anything when I'm home besides relaxing, talking to Velle, etc. <br />
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I'm having some difficulty dealing with my friends here at home. They all seem to think I should be normal. I've been working a lot to keep myself busy, but it means I'm lazy the rest of the day. That being said, they also seem to think since he's been gone so long I won't be upset about it anymore. But it couldn't be further from the truth. I have moments of complete clarity and normalcy. There are other moments where I want nothing more than to go back to bed. <br />
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The problem with civilian friends as much as they want to be there for you. They can't. Not in the right ways. They don't understand why you want to put off a movie because a last minute Skype date. Why on earth you carry your phone everywhere and want it to be fully charged no matter what. They don't get why sometimes you burst into tears at the silly stuff. They try to be sympathetic..."I would be really sad too...Are you ok?...Do you need anything, anything at all?" <br />
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But they can't really know what it's like. I feel bad for my friends because I feel like they are trying to understand, but they also bug me. My one friend and I recently got into a little disagreement because after not hearing from my boy for a week he contacted me an hour before I was supposed to go over to her house and wanted to Skype. She told me it was a stupid excuse to blow her off. It really hurt my feelings because she completely did not get it. But then again, I can feel understand why she felt ditched. <br />
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It's complicated. I'm just in need of a close military spouse friend who can relate. And I need to find some balance between this crazy Army life and my civilian one too.Fab Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11293208885562474010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4770968181145160410.post-16266464751903743452012-02-27T14:50:00.001-08:002012-02-27T14:52:56.036-08:00Tragedy At Home<strong>Today a horrific act was committed</strong>. A student opened fire at a local high school killing one and injuring four more students. Read the story <a href="http://usnews.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2012/02/27/10517706-official-1-dead-4-hurt-in-ohio-school-shooting?ocid=ansmsnbc11" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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This school... <strong>Chardon High School</strong>...is less than ten minutes from my high school and childhood home. I can't count how many times I've been there for sports events, July 4th fireworks, everything. I have multitudes of friends who went to Chardon and know several families who still have children there. <br />
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This incident <strong>shook me to my very core</strong>. I grew up in a small town where <strong>everyone knew everyone</strong>. You literally couldn't trip without someone hearing about it less than a minute later. Chardon is considered a city population wise (as of like a year or two ago), however it's a <strong>small community</strong> too. Chardon was the center of the <strong>rural county</strong> I grew up in, and therefore considered a very intricate part of our community. I have close knit connections to that town and the high school. <strong>Everyone in Geauga County is hurt and mourning this terrible act</strong>. In fact my Twitter and Facebook have been blowing up from my childhood friends and classmates feeling so much pain over what happened.<br />
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<strong>I am in a state of shock</strong>. <br />
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The news has literally been saying all day "<em>This could happen anywhere." And that the students saying"I would never thought this would happen in Chardon" is just an indictative statment of teenagers. </em>What they don't understand is just how <strong>TRUE</strong> that is.<br />
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First, <strong>watch the video in the article I posted</strong>. Everyone in the press conference is on the verge of tears and hurting. The <strong>entire community is in shock and sadness</strong>. Second, violence <strong><u>DOES NOT</u></strong> happen in our community. My parents chose our town because of it's <strong>low crime rates and great school scores</strong>. The entire county of Geauga is like that. It's a <strong>rural community</strong>, most of it's economy is based on agriculture or small factories. <strong>Geauga County holds the 3rd largest Amish population in the country, </strong>just to give you an idea. The majority of the county is related by blood to someone else, there is hardly anyone (with perhaps the exception of my family) that didn't grow up in Geauga County and has generations of family all over the county. <strong>Chances are if you were to throw three stones, two of them would hit people who are related to each other. </strong><br />
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<strong>Everyone cares for everyone. Everyone knows everyone</strong>. I know a lot of families who don't lock their doors while they are at home. What's the point? You'd probably know the person who walked into your house anyway. Most families have <strong>acres of land,</strong> so it's nearly impossible to imagine someone walking through all that to just steal something.<br />
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<strong>Violence is not common</strong>. In fact, you rarely hear about someone hurting someone else. The last great tragedy we had as a community is a family that lost a son in a terrible work <u><strong>accident</strong></u>. People just don't go around shooting each other. People don't hurt each other. It just doesn't happen.<br />
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The fact is, <strong>something was wrong</strong> with this young teenager who felt his only option was to hurt people. Even in small communities like ours, <strong>bullying is commonplace</strong>. But that <strong>does not</strong> condone these terrible acts. The world can be a harsh place, and knowing the difference between the right and wrong way to deal with it <strong>is something parents should teach their children everyday</strong>. <br />
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<strong>I am thinking constantly of the families of the victims which I have many connections to.</strong> I ask that you all hug the people you love today. Especially if you have children. <strong><u>Teach them what to do in situations like these. Teach them right from wrong. Making sure your kids know you love them can really make all the difference. </u></strong><br />
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And send that deployed significant other an 'I love you' via email or whatever. You never know what life is gonna give and take from you.Fab Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11293208885562474010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4770968181145160410.post-57521240835031559002012-02-18T17:25:00.000-08:002012-02-18T17:25:29.362-08:00My DogI'm currently at my parents house watching my <strong>beautiful doggie dog, Maggie</strong>. She's incredibly old and pathetic for the most part, she can barely walk and it takes her about twenty minutes to stand up. And I'm pretty sure she has <strong>Doggie Alzheimer's</strong>... today for whatever reason, instead of eating her food she decided to <strong>rub her nose against the carpet</strong>. She rubbed her nose so much and so hard she ripped a good chunk of skin off her nose and she bled everywhere. She still <strong>wouldn't eat</strong> and my mom told me to give her one of her pills...Which she just gobbled up oddly. I don't know what the pills are but she went larthargic after that and fell asleep. <br />
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Naturally, I <strong>bawled like a baby</strong> cleaning up her blood and cleaning her nose. I couldn't help thinking about how I was<strong> losing</strong> her. Slowly, but surely. She'll be 14 this summer, so I've had her for the <strong>good majority</strong> of my life. So not only is she my <strong>best doggie friend</strong>, she represents a lot for me. My life here in Ohio. My struggles as a teenager, breakups and the like.<strong> Everything</strong>. It <strong>breaks my heart</strong> to think about losing her because<strong> I can't imagine life</strong> without her. How on earth can I do anything hard ever again without her?<br />
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This of course could potentially make <strong>deployment </strong>a little harder for me. She's been a <strong>stand-up support system</strong> for me. Every hard obstacle I've had in my life she's been there with her <strong>goofy smile and a small lick</strong> on the hand. She's not quite the same as she used to be, but dogs are so <strong>healing</strong> regardless of their mental states. They love you unconditionally and hate to see you hurt. Losing her during this deployment might destroy me.<br />
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But when all's said and done, <strong>I'm grateful for her</strong>. She makes me smile when I need it most. I'm always excited to come to my parent's house to see her. (<em>Yea, I guess to see my parents too. haha</em>) I definately need to get my <strong>own dog at home</strong>, especially once I lose Maggie. But for now, I have the<strong> bestest friend</strong> in the world.Fab Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11293208885562474010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4770968181145160410.post-43155883535223079442012-02-10T15:14:00.000-08:002012-02-10T15:14:41.125-08:00Army, Guard, Coastie, WHATEVEROkay. <strong>I'm super upset</strong>. I read this on Spousebuzz today. <a href="http://spousebuzz.com/blog/2012/02/guard-spouses-arent-real-army-wives.html" target="_blank">Guard Spouses Aren't Real Army Wives</a><br />
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Now, I'm going to keep this "short" because I feel like if I get going I'm going to<strong> hurt my boyfriend</strong>, just like this woman has <strong>seemingly hurt her husband</strong>. (See <a href="http://spousebuzz.com/blog/2012/02/command-apologizes-for-anti-guard-comments.html" target="_blank">here</a>) But I just have a couple things I would like to say.<br />
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My boyfriend is currently deployed with another unit...but <strong>his original unit deployed to Vermont</strong> back in September to help with the devastation of<strong> Hurricane Irene</strong>. Now I'm unsure if this woman happened to be there during Irene, but the<strong> devastation</strong> (shown <a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/2011/08/29/us-storm-irene-vermont-idUSTRE77S1ZM20110829" target="_blank">here</a> and in the picture below) was awful. People were without power for days. The flooding of businesses and houses was over 7 inches. An entire bridge was swept away. <br />
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My boyfriends <strong>NATIONAL GUARD</strong> unit brought food. Helped to save stranded and missing people. They <strong>worked their butts off for 30 days</strong> trying to help erase some of the awful devastation that state encountered. <strong>They stood side by side with Vermont Guard and those from other states, police, firemen, etc.</strong> bringing back some of what was destroyed, especially <strong><u>peace of mind</u></strong>.<br />
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Now, Velle wasn't there because they had him all ready going overseas. But I just have one question for this Vermont woman: <u><strong>DID ANYONE YOU KNEW OR LOVED RECIEVE HELP FROM THE NATIONAL GUARD AFTER IRENE? DID YOU?</strong></u><br />
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I wonder. Because to me, this is the <strong><u><em>single incredible thing</em></u></strong> that the guard (or <em>any military branch</em> for that matter) does. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Help the citizens of the United States.</strong></span><br />
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It's amazing what our military does overseas, protecting our freedom and the freedom of others. But when it comes down to it, their job is simply this: <strong>Protect and Serve the United States of America <em>at home or away</em></strong>. <br />
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I find nothing more incredible than <strong>watching someone in the military help a civilian</strong>, whether it be on the <strong>homefront or overseas</strong>. In fact, this is thing I'm most proud of. Take the <strong>Coast Guard</strong>. They are the most <strong>under rated, under appreciated group of the military</strong>. In fact, most people don't even know they are military. But they are. I have the utmost respect for these <strong>MILITARY</strong> men and women who <u>risk their lives everyday</u>, even when<strong><u> there isn't a war</u></strong> being fought. Now, tell me...are you going to tell their wives their husbands <strong>aren't military</strong> next? <br />
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Which brings me back to the <strong>National Guard.</strong> They are always, no matter what, "<em>on call</em>" to help and risk their lives. Which makes them no different from active duty soldiers. This woman mentioned in her blog that it's four years between deployments for Guardsmen. Yes, <strong>overseas</strong>. But everytime a hurricane, tornado, earthquake, or any other diaster happens in the United States <strong>the Guard is there</strong>. <em>Regardless of their wedding plans, their vacations, etc</em>. They have be one of the most flexible branch of military because <strong>tomorrow if buildings started to fall, guardsmen would have to put those ACU's on and help </strong>even if it's their daughter's birthday.<br />
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So, in the case of Velle's unit. They were <strong><u>deployed</u></strong> to Vermont. But what if a diaster happened here at home at Ohio right after they returned? <em>You think they get to wait four years before they have to help again</em>? Don't think so. One weekend a month? <em>Whatever</em>.<br />
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I'm going to stop here cause there is so much more to be said, including her <strong>incredibly disrespectful</strong> comments about PTSD and the fact that <strong>ARMY National Guard is part of the ARMY, </strong>oh and my boyfriend worked full-time on his base... But my point is, <em>I don't care what branch of the military your spouse is</em>. The military itself is its <strong>own family</strong>. <br />
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<strong>Disrespect for one branch of the military is disrespect for all of the military</strong>. Period. My boyfriend works next to Marines, Air Force, etc everyday. And although all branches poke fun at each other, <strong>they all respect and protect each other</strong>...<strong><u><em>Shouldn't you respect and protect your fellow military spouse</em></u></strong>?Fab Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11293208885562474010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4770968181145160410.post-91992419901694019082012-02-05T17:51:00.000-08:002012-02-05T17:51:52.856-08:00Valentine's Day Care PackageI sent my boy a few days ago his Valentine's Day gifts. I'm super excited for him to get this care package...because I'm awesome.<br />
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I got him a bunch of Valentine's candy, including Skittles that came in a container shaped like a heart! I got him some mini gatorades to drink. A cute Valentine's Day card...nothing too mushy....Then my favorite! His actual gift...THUNDERCATS!<br />
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It's the new version, the re-make, that was on Cartoon Network over the past summer. As we were getting ready for his deployment, his brother left for Basic, and just about everything else in the world...we only actually watched one episode. My boyfriend was extremely excited about the show coming on and always complained we didn't have DVR so he could record it. So, basically, I'm awesome. <br />
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I'm super excited about him getting it. In the mean time I'm working on a care package for him because he's been asking me for certain things. I just had to make sure the Valentine's stuff got out in time for him. <br />
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I'm super excited about Valentine's Day. Even though I won't be spending it with my boy...I just love the day. Everyone getting flowers and stuff. It makes me smile!Fab Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11293208885562474010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4770968181145160410.post-15988200341753662942012-02-02T15:16:00.000-08:002012-02-02T15:16:20.520-08:00I Wake Up To Your Sunset...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I started getting this feeling when I was getting some <em>not-so-obvious</em> hints about <strong>engagement rings</strong>. Now, my bf is a total goof, but one thing he <strong>never</strong> jokes about is marriage or kids. He always gets this look on his face like <strong>he's about to be sick</strong>. The most I've ever really heard him talk about it was him saying it was essential <strong>he waited til he was 25 to get married</strong>. Mind you, we've been dating since we were 21. We are now 23. It always annoyed me that he said that because 25 is <em>oooold</em>. But either way. He just started bringing up princess cuts and white gold...<strong>just dropping it into conversation like it was normal</strong>.<br />
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But that's not the part that<strong> freaks</strong> me out. Today, we're talking about plans for when he comes home and somehow we get on this topic about him <strong>leaving when we fight</strong>. My boyfriend gets angry and leaves. Just leaves. He <strong>refuses to yell at me or talk or anything</strong> until he's driven around town 100 times or spends the night at a friends. This can be completely without warning, just up from the couch and out the door, <strong>when all I did was ask if he paid the cable</strong>. This frustrates me a lot too because <strong>I'm such a fighter</strong>. When I get mad I get mad <strong>then and there</strong> and I want to deal with it<strong> then and there</strong>. I hate sitting around with my own thoughts (cause, I don't know, I might realize that I'm <u>WRONG</u>...but that <em>rarely</em> happens...). He just likes to cool down. The worst part about that though is we never talk about stuff. Like by the time he walks back through the door<strong> I'm over it and on to the next thing</strong> and he ignores it. Which makes us brew up and <strong>fight again</strong> a few days later. <br />
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But today he made a<strong> promise</strong>. To not do it anymore. That he was being a child <strong>running away from his problems</strong> and <u>he only wants to make me happy</u>.<br />
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I'm completely blown away. I know my boyfriend would change and<strong> mature</strong> a bit during deployment. I just didn't realize it would be <strong>pratically overnight</strong>. Part of me was afraid of that because I thought he would become a little <u>TOO </u>mature for me (<em>I mean, I'm currently eating a handful of Nerds and wearing Stewie boxers... I have a lot of growing up to do</em>). But at the moment he seems like <strong>he's in a good place.</strong> And it seems that being apart from me has made him realize somethings he has done wrong with the relationship.<br />
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<strong>And the same thing goes for me too</strong>. I've realized I react too quickly and sometimes being able to sit and think about something helps sometimes (<em>Patience, you must have patience</em>). <br />
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But most importantly, <strong>we've realized how important we are to each other</strong>. And it's a wonderful feeling.Fab Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11293208885562474010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4770968181145160410.post-3397465578752344582012-01-16T17:34:00.000-08:002012-01-16T17:37:24.525-08:00The Helpful and Help-me!I haven't written in a really long time. Like 2 and a half weeks!<br />
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It's <strong>so crazy</strong> right now. I've been going nuts trying to find another job and I haven't had much luck lately. I'm grateful for the full-time job I have now. But I'm beyond ready to start on my career and <strong>get my life</strong> going. <br />
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On top of that, my boyfriend's sister and I have been<strong> fighting</strong>. Again. It's so useless. I try to be<strong> helpful and nice</strong> to them (<em>they have 7 kids...I mean they do really need it sometimes</em>). And everytime it's time to return money or hold up her end of a bargain, <strong>it's a fight</strong>. I don't really want to talk about anyone behind their back, especially Velle's family...but my point is: <strong>Why is it that people think everyone must help them out but they can't ever just help themselves</strong>?<br />
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I have been<strong> incredibly independent</strong> my entire life. In fact, I can't for the life of me ever remember asking anyone for <strong>help</strong>. Not even my parents. It annoys me to no end that they lend money to my sister all the time. But in all serious, <strong>I won't ever ask them for help</strong>. Ever. I just can't ever ask people for help. Mostly because, I find <strong>great satisfaction</strong> in being able to take of myself.<br />
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<strong>A great example</strong>: My boyfriend and I bought a new TV stand right before he left. The only one they had left was the floor model...which was fine, it was all ready assembled! My boyfriend insisted that we call his sister to use their truck to take it home. I fought with him <strong>tooth and nail:</strong> it would fit in the backseat. And finally, he agreed. In fact, it did fit. But it took us nearly<strong> 20 minutes of fidgeting and pushin</strong>g to get it <strong><u>OUT</u></strong> of the car. He kept giving me this look like<strong> "Told you so",</strong> but kept his mouth shut. When we finally got it in the apartment I was incredibly proud that A) our living room was finally coming together and B) <strong>we needed no one's help</strong>. <br />
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My <strong>"Independent and Love It" gene</strong> had taken over. And to be honest, I look back now and wonder why I didn't just agree to have them come out and load it on the truck for us. (<em>I mean it would have taken them 5 minutes to drive over and saved us the 20 minutes of struggle</em>) But I know deep down this gene of mine just won't let anyone help me ever.<br />
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Velle's sister has the <strong>opposite gene, the "Help-Me" gene</strong>. She is not afraid to ask for help ever. In fact, it's<strong> extremely opposite</strong> because she even asks things that may be<strong> inappropriate/impolite</strong> to ask of some people. Velle and I always, always help her when she asks. Money to pay a bill. A ride to work. Etc, etc. <br />
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Not to get really into it...I just don't get it. I mean she<strong> literally jumped off the edge</strong> when I didn't come to her rescue again because I had all ready done so 12 hours earlier. <br />
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But here's my other thing...<strong>There are families out there on welfare</strong>. (<em>Not saying they don't need it, just bare with me</em>) They constantly complain about how their life sucks, they have no money, etc, etc. Now these people have <strong>literally been handed a gold mine</strong> in my opinion. I had to pay for school completely on my own because my parents made too much money according to the government to qualify for financial aid. But I did just that.<strong> I payed my school bills by holding a full time job with no help from my parents</strong>...even managed to move out on my own and have a ton of money saved up. People on welfare, in most cases, qualify for<strong><u> free</u></strong> schooling. There are programs out there to help find good paying jobs. Get their GED's. The list goes on and on.... But instead of doing these things and<strong> helping themselves,</strong> they continue to beg for help from the people around them in the form of taxes/charity. They refuse the help of the aid that will make them better, and accept the help of that which will keep them on their laurels.<br />
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Now, I understand <strong>every situation is different</strong> and some people just can't do those things. But the fact is, the <strong>people who can have developed the "Help-Me" gene</strong>. They just want<strong> everyone else to do their hardwork</strong> for them and help them whenever possible. They just can't help themselves...they just can't be independent. <br />
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But why is that? I have no idea but it bugs me.<strong> I work incredibly hard to take care of myself</strong>. I think everyone else should too. And I think people need to stop begging and just<strong> help themselves</strong>! <br />
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Either way, I just don't feel the need to help anyone anymore. These people who beg for assistance, don't appreciate it when they get it. They just ask for <strong>More. More. More</strong>.Fab Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11293208885562474010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4770968181145160410.post-75671898466696024142011-12-29T19:14:00.000-08:002011-12-29T19:14:46.966-08:00Whee!!I'm feeling kinda <strong>bubbly</strong> and happy today. Like, my normal self while my boyfriend is home. We got to talk on the phone today for <strong>quite awhile</strong> since he had the day off. And I was feeling kinda<strong> giddy</strong> when I woke up this morning. I'm not really sure why. I just know that <strong>I'm happy</strong>. <br />
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And talking to him made my day <strong><u>SO</u></strong> much better!!! <br />
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It makes me kinda sad for a little bit after we hang up because it makes me wish he was on the couch next me and we could continue<strong> talking all night</strong> like we used to. But mostly, hearing from him makes me <strong>really happy. </strong><br />
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The best part about us is that we <strong>totally get each other</strong>. And we <strong>laugh</strong>. A lot. Those are the things I love about our relationship. And, yea, us being apart is <strong>totally depressing</strong>. But the fact that we can get on the phone and crack jokes and talk about our silly friends who are getting married <strong>like we're not half a world apart</strong> is amazing. <br />
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As for the me waking up giddy thing? I have no clue. I got the most sleep I've gotten in awhile since I've been sick. That probably had something to do with it. But who knows?<br />
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I'm glad I'm beginning to <strong>feel normal</strong> again. Kinda. I mean I feel sorta empty because my other half is away. But seriously, <strong>I'm not such a whack job anymore</strong>. <br />
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That being said, I'm going to be a<strong> total loser on New Year's</strong> and do nothing but enjoy my own damn company. I know I sound like an <strong>old bitty</strong>. But my choices are hang out with all my <strong>couple friends who just got engaged</strong>, or go out to a club. Yea. <strong>Passing on both</strong>. One of the girls from work...her fiance is working New Year's Eve so we were thinking about <strong>popping open a bottle of wine and having girl time</strong>. But, I'll be happy curling under a blanket and watching <strong>Night At The Roxbury</strong> (<em>one of our favorites!</em>) all by myself. <br />
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I sent out his <strong>first care package</strong> last week. I finally sent him his new camera, as well as drink mixes and lots of beef jerky and other snacky stuff. And I'm currently working on his second care package. I'll probably make a post dedicated to it when I send it out. <br />
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I <strong><u>FINALLY</u></strong> graduated college! It was incredible and I had so much fun. My best friend Heather (who lives an hour away) came out. I felt terrible for her since she's <strong>four months pregnant</strong> and had to sit through a three hour ceremony with my family. But she was happy to be my <strong>make-shift boyfriend</strong> for the day.<br />
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My Christmas was great.<strong> For the most part</strong>. I was incredibly sick but I suffered through it so I could spend time with my family. My sister, who is incredibly liberal, went off on a tangent about how pointless the war is and how <strong>America is a big bully</strong>, etc. Which totally hurt my feelings. But people are entitled to their opinion. <strong>I'd just rather hear that what he's doing is a good thing, not a bad one</strong>. <br />
But on a good note, my boyfriend and I skyped on Christmas which <strong>completely made my day</strong>. :)<br />
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Another thing to add. My boyfriend's brother got married. His brother is currently finishing his AIT and they needed to<strong> get married for the housing, etc, etc</strong>. They had a ceremony at his new wife's sister's house. She looked great and I was super happy for them. Of course, it was "<em>You'll be next, you guys are next</em>" <strong>Blah Blah Blah</strong>. Okay, I <strong>kinda liked</strong> it. But it got old after the seventh person said it. <br />
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I know for a fact, my boyfriend and I will be together for <strong>the rest of our lives</strong>. And comparing our relationship with someone else's is just silly. <strong>We're different</strong>. Not just because <strong>we're military</strong>, but because we are so in love. We fit. </div>
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And I wish my friends the best, but <strong>I can't vouch for their relationship as much as I can vouch for my own</strong>. </div>Fab Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11293208885562474010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4770968181145160410.post-35857985460655656612011-12-20T14:41:00.000-08:002011-12-20T14:41:46.297-08:00Things NOT To Say To A Military Spouse...Okay, so I'm currently waiting to be picked up for <strong>my boyfriend's brother's wedding</strong>. Which totally blows because I know everyone is going to be asking me how he's doing, what he's up to, when the last time we talked was. <strong>Blah blah blah</strong>. I'm trying to ready myself for the fake smile and the two word answers I'm about to give out. But seriously...<br />
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My boyfriend was home for four days in November, but technically he's been gone for<strong> two months</strong>. I'm beyondddddd <strong>sick </strong>of listening to people. I found this online and I loved it because it's so true. On top of that I'm adding my own comments and stuff <strong>(in bold)</strong> because there is stuff I'm sick of hearing too.<br />
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<u>1. “Aren’t you afraid that he’ll be killed?”</u><br />
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(This one ranks in at number one on the “duh” list. Of course we’re afraid. We’re terrified. The thought always lingers at the backs of our minds —but thanks brilliant, you just brought it back to the front. Maybe next you can go ask someone with cancer if they’re scared of dying.) <strong>My grandma asked if I was scared. No grandma...it's a walk in the park.</strong><br />
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<u>2. “I don’t know how you manage. I don’t think I could do it.”</u><br />
(This is intended to be a compliment. Though, its just a little annoying. Here’s why: it’s not like all of us military wives have been dreaming since childhood of the day we’d get to be anxious single moms who carry cell phones with us to the bathroom and in the shower. We’re not made of some mysterious matter that makes us more capable, we just got asked to take on a challenging job. So we rose to the challenge and found the strength to make sacrifices.) <strong>Telling me I'm so strong for what I'm doing doesn't make me feel strong.</strong><br />
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<u>3. “At least he’s not in Iraq.”</u><br />
(This is the number one most annoying comment for those whose husbands are in Afghanistan. What do they think is happening in Afghanistan? An international game of golf?) <strong>Yea, Iraq is over. Kinda.</strong><br />
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<u>4. “Do you think he’ll get to come home for Christmas/anniversary/birthday/birth of a child/wedding/family reunion, etc?”</u><br />
(Don’t you watch the news? No! They don’t get to come home for any of these things. Please don’t ask again.) <strong>I HATE this one. Everyone is like "Will he be home for Christmas?" I don't know he JUST went over...so yea, they are sooo spending one week working then turning around and coming back.</strong><br />
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<u>5. “What are you going to do to keep yourself busy while he’s gone?”</u><br />
(Short answer: Try to keep my sanity. Maybe there’s a military wife out there who gets bored when her husband leaves. For the rest of us, those with and without children, we find ourselves having to be two people. That keeps us plenty busy. We do get lonely, but we don’t get bored, and drinking massive amounts of wine always helps keep me busy.) <strong>Cry in bed everyday. That takes up plenty of time.</strong><br />
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<u>6. “How much longer does he have until he can get out?”</u><br />
(This one is annoying to many of us whether our husbands are deployed or not. Many of our husbands aren’t counting down the days until they “can” get out. Many of them keep signing back up again and again because they actually love what they do or they VOLUNTEER AGAIN and AGAIN to go back to Iraq b/c there is work that needs to be done.) <strong>His contract is up after he gets home. But neither of us knows if he's re-enlisting. So STOP ASKING.</strong><br />
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<u>7. “This deployment shouldn’t be so bad, now that you’re used to it.”</u><br />
(We do learn coping skills. We figure out ways to make life go smoother while the guys are gone. But it never gets “easy” and the bullets and bombs don’t skip over our guys just because they’ve been there before. The worry never goes away.)<br />
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<u>8. “My husband had to go to Europe for business once for three weeks. I totally know what you’re going through.”</u><br />
(This one is similar to number two. Do not equate your husband’s three week trip to London/Omaha/Tokyo/etc. with a 6-15 month or more deployment to a war zone. Aside from the obvious time difference, nobody shot at your husband or tried to blow him up with an I.E.D., your husband could call home pretty much any time he wanted to, and he flew comfortably on a commercial plane. We do not feel bonded to you in the slightest because of this comment and, if anything, we probably resent you a bit for it. Comparing a 12 month combat deployment to a few weeks business trip is like comparing a crappy Hyundai Excel with a Mercedes convertible.) <strong>Yea this one is bad too. I had a girl tell me the other day her husband was in Kuwait...until I found out he's not in the military and he was there for a week for work. Still...A WEEK.</strong><br />
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<u>9. “Wow you must miss him?”</u><br />
(This one also gets antoher big “duh”. Of course we miss our men. There are some wives who do not and they’re now divorced.) <strong>Nope, I actually like having him 7000 miles away.</strong><br />
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<u>10. “Where is he exactly? Where is that?”</u>(I don’t expect non-military folks to be able to find Anbar Province on a map, but they should know by now that it’s in Iraq. Likewise, know that Kabul and Kandahar are in Afghanistan. Know that Muqtada al Sadr is the insurgent leader of the Mahdi Army in Iraq and that Sadr City is his home area. Know that Iran is a major threat to our country and that it is located between Afghanistan and Iraq. Our country has been at war in Afghanistan for seven years and at war in Iraq for five years. These basic facts are not secrets, they’re on the news every night and in the papers every day —and on maps everywhere.) <strong>I get this one alot. But even the army people have no idea because my boyfriend happens to be on an airbase. So, even if you may have SOME idea of it over there...you probably have no clue where he's located. And please...why do you care?</strong><br />
<u>11. “Well, he signed up for it, so it’s his own fault whatever happens over there.</u><br />
(Yes, ignorant, he did sign up. Each and every day he protects your right to make stupid comments like that. He didn’t sign up and ask to be hit by anything, he signed up to protect his country. Oh, and by the way, he asked me to tell you that “You’re welcome.” He’s still fighting for your freedom.) <strong>Oh, my boyfriend signed up for the reserves to go to school. Bite me.</strong><br />
<u>12. “Don’t you miss sex! I couldn’t do it!”</u><br />
(hmmm, no i don’t miss sex. i’m a robot. seriously…military spouses learn quickly that our relationships must be founded on something greater than sex. We learn to appreciate the important things, like simply hearing their voices, seeing their faces, being able to have dinner together every night. And the hard truth is, most relationships probably couldn’t withstand 12 months of sex deprivation.) <strong>I've never gotten this one, but if I did I would simply say "It's worth it."</strong><br />
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<u>13. “Well in my opinion…..”</u><br />
(Stop right there. Yo, I didn’t ask for you your personal political opinions. Hey, I love a heated political debate, but not in the grocery store, not in Jamba Juice, not at Nordstrom, not in a bar when I’m out with my girls trying to forget the war, and CERTAINLY NOT AT WORK. We tell co-workers about deployments so when we have to spend lunch hours running our asses off doing errands and taking care of the house, dog, and kids, they have an understanding. We do not tell co-workers and colleagues because we are giving an invitation to ramble about politics or because we so eagerly want to hear how much they hate the President, esp. while we’re trying to heat up our lean cuisines in the crappy office microwaves.) <strong>Ugh. I hate when people say this. I don't like talk about politics, I never have. Just tell me you support my man and what he's doing and that's it. I don't care whether you're voting for Obama again next year.</strong><br />
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<u>14. “OH, that’s horrible…I’m so sorry!”</u><br />
(He’s doing his job and he’s a badass. Don’t be sorry. Be appreciative and please take a moment out of your comfortable American lives to realize that our MARINES/soldiers/airmen/coasties/sailors fight the wars abroad so those wars stay abroad.) <strong>I'm not. He's doing a good thing. I'm super proud. I miss him everyday but I couldn't be more happy with what he's doing. And I only told you in the first place because I had to explain why the last email I got made me cry. </strong><br />
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<strong>15. "I though they were pulling everyone out." Seriously? Don't you watch the news?</strong><br />
<strong>16. "You must be so proud." No, I'm disgusted...COME ON PEOPLE.</strong><br />
<strong>17. "Bet he looks great in uniform huh?" Of course he does, that's why I love him.</strong><br />
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<strong>18. "When was the last time you got to talk?"</strong><br />
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That one really bugs me because to be honest...talking to him makes me happy and sad at the same time. And if I haven't talked to him in a few days I get really sad...and worried. And reminding me that we haven't talked in three days really bums me out.<br />
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Wish me luck tonight.<br />Fab Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11293208885562474010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4770968181145160410.post-3697378241730966422011-12-07T15:44:00.001-08:002011-12-07T16:05:30.119-08:00Life Goes On...So I guess the second to last post was <strong>super depressing and sad</strong> and all that junk. I had about an entire weekend of <strong>weakness</strong>. I was completely struggling with everything and my <strong>heart was broken</strong>. <br />
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But I've picked myself up. I started focusing on his <strong>first care package</strong> as a way to make myself a little happier. I knew he's been super excited about getting care packages, and he'll be really happy when he gets them. <strong>So it made me happy to think about making him happy</strong>. <br />
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We decided together to get him a <strong>camera and SD card</strong> and then we would <strong>switch SD cards every month</strong> or so. Then we could take pictures of ourself doing things and a couple videos and what not. Kinda a <strong>once-a-month present</strong> to each other. I'm super excited about getting his first SD card back. I have to send him the camera though first...but I'm still working on putting things together. I wanted to have it out on Tuesday, but things fell through the cracks and I'm at square one again. Soooo basically, it'll probably be <strong>next week</strong> before I get it out to him. So I figured I'm going to <strong>send him a letter to tie him over</strong> until he gets the care package. <br />
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Working on <u><strong>OPERATION: KEEP BUSY</strong></u>...I bought myself a book called <em>"Confessions of a Military Wife" by Mollie Gross</em>. <strong>Amazing book</strong>. I haven't finished it yet but I haven't been able to put it down. It's <strong>hilarious</strong> and also has some great tips/stories about life as a military wife. There's so much I can relate to. Also, the jokes and funny stories have <strong>picked my mood up</strong> from depressed in the last day. I would recommend it to any military wife.<br />
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My mom forced me to put my<strong> tiny one foot tall Christmas tree</strong> up. When I say forced...I mean she made my dad bring it to work and place it on my desk as a <em>"Melissa. You better put this up"</em> notice. It kinda <strong>helped my funk</strong> also. Looking at the lights makes me smile. I totally thought I was going to hate having it up because it would make me sad that I couldn't share it with my boy...but instead <strong>it makes me warm inside</strong>. And I took a few pictures to send him, which I hope makes him feel warm too...and not sad he's not here to see it in person.<br />
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I'm trying to find my <strong>strength </strong>here. Taking things one day at a time. I'm sure I'll do it...I'm just trying my best to<strong> live my life</strong> while he's gone. Which is what you have to do. <br />
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We had a <strong>wonderful</strong> leave together. I stayed positive the whole time and completely ignored the fact that he was leaving again. Well, except on Thanksgiving. <strong>ALL</strong> my parents wanted to talk about was what he would be doing over there, how long he'd be there, when he was leaving. <strong>Stuff I didn't want to talk about or hear</strong>. I teared up a little bit when my mom gave him a huge hug and said<strong> "Be Safe." </strong><br />
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But yesterday morning, I woke up in tears. He packed up his stuff and I kept sneaking away to cry. He said,<strong> "Don't do that.</strong> Nine months will fly by<strong>."</strong><br />
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"I hate when people say that. All everyone says is time will fly by. <em>'It'll be over before you know</em> <em>it.'</em> They have <strong>no idea</strong> how the last month and a half has seemed like<strong> forever</strong> to me." <strong>He just squeezed my hand.</strong><br />
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He flew out of Columbus, so we had to drive 2 hours. In the car I started crying again. "Cheer up, baby."<br />
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<strong>"I don't know how you expect me to do that."</strong><br />
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"I know.<strong> I'm not happy either</strong>." <br />
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We listened to Andy Samberg on his new Zune. Which did cheer me up a bit. We laughed. Held hands and <strong>smiled at each other</strong> a lot. But mostly we were quiet. At the airport, quick like a bandaid. Hug. Kiss. <strong>Bye... Again...</strong><br />
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My ride home was awful. I tried to listen to upbeat music but every once in awhile my iPod played an evil trick by playing a <strong>heartbreaking</strong> song. <br />
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I felt bad. I had plans with my sister who was only home for a few days. But I texted her when I got home. I felt <strong>too depressed and sick to my stomach</strong> to go anywhere. I spent last night under the blanket, watching Friends to cheer myself up. Everytime I layed down in bed I started crying. <strong>It was so empty. So lonely</strong>. Up to the couch again to watch some more Friends. I didn't actually fall asleep til very early this morning. <br />
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This is just so<strong> much more rough</strong> than it was before. When he left the first time, I knew he was going to Mississippi for awhile. That we would talk a lot. Which we did. But now <strong>it's different</strong>. It's so much more<strong> real</strong> now that he's going. He actually goes overseas in about a <strong>week</strong>. And this week they are in field training. Which pretty much means no communication until he's over there. Possibly <strong>one call</strong> before he goes. But I don't know for sure. <strong>And it's killing me</strong>.<br />
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I'm so depressed. I feel like someone punched me in the stomach and I can't seem to catch my breath. <strong>I'm so incredibly proud of my soldier. I tell everyone how wonderful he is.</strong> But I'm angry and I feel hopeless. It's definately real now. I definately can't fight it anymore and pretend it's not happening. And now I'm falling...and<strong> it's so scary</strong>.<br />
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Nothing going on in school until finals in two weeks. So, I've been researching more ways to<strong> keep myself busy</strong>. I'm thinking about keeping a <strong>Gratitude journal</strong>. It seems like a good idea. I feel like if I had one of those to read now I wouldn't feel so lost. I'm also thinking about <strong>starting on his first care package</strong>. That should keep me busy for awhile. <br />
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They are still trying to decide if they will be getting an R&R or not. Nine months is a short deployment, so the thinking is they might not get one. But I hope we find out soon. It will give me something to look forward to and count down to... closer than September. I just can't wait until he's home. <strong>I just keep dreaming about a "<em>V-J Day in Times Square</em>" moment</strong>.<br />
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<br />Fab Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11293208885562474010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4770968181145160410.post-79958213172475398312011-11-20T18:50:00.001-08:002011-11-20T19:20:54.843-08:00Pure ExcitementSo my boy will be <strong>home on Tuesday</strong> for his leave... I'm going nuts. I've been trying to stay extra busy this weekend so I don't just sit around all antsy. <strong>Use my extra energy in productive ways</strong>. So I made some progress on <strong><u>OPERATION: KEEP BUSY</u></strong>. But first, I got my boyfriend's Christmas present together. He goes overseas on the 5th, so when I finally get an address and send it over it won't make it in time. So instead I'm giving him his gift while <strong>he's home</strong>.<br />
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First I bought him a <strong>Zune mp3 player</strong>. His 100000000 year old iPod finally died...about two days after he got to Mississippi. He had told me he wanted a Zune instead since it's cheaper to put music on. I got him a 16 GB one with a 30 hour battery life. Should be great for him with <strong>the long plane ride over</strong>. <br />
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I got him a <strong>OSU blanket</strong> to keep him warm. That he won't get until <strong>Thanksgiving Day</strong> since my sister is bringing it home with her (<em>she's goes to OSU and works at the Buckeye Corner...so I got a great</em> <em>deal!</em>) It's <strong>super warm and soft</strong> I guess. So he'll definately make some good use of it.<br />
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<strong>My favorite part</strong>. I also got him a <strong>small picture frame</strong> with a picture of us in it: the same picture we have in our living room. Us at a Cavs game, his Christmas present from 2 year ago. It's nothing <strong>special</strong>, plastic so it won't break. And I put a <strong>little note</strong> in the back as a reminder that <strong>I will always love him</strong>.<br />
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So Friday I went and saw <strong>Breaking Dawn</strong> with my mom. Scratch one movie off <strong>the list of 20</strong>. I'm totally <strong>obsessed</strong> with the books and can't help but love the movies (<em>except Twilight...we have a love-hate relationship</em>). Of course,<strong> I loved it</strong>. But there was the scene (<em>spoiler alert</em>) with the <strong>wolves </strong>that bugged me. I felt like <strong>I was watching a kid movie</strong> with them talking to each other. But, it happened in the books and I guess they tried their best to stay as<strong> close to the book</strong> as possible.</div>
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Next thing I worked on knocking off my list was <strong>decorating the apartment</strong>. I got some frames for some pictures of us and friends. And I've had <strong>these ones</strong> for the bathroom for about...I don't know...<strong>forever</strong>. And I put them up also. I have some <strong>art and stuff</strong> I want to hang too. And some curtains, but I never got around to it with all the homework and cleaning I had to do also. But <strong>I'm proud of my work of art</strong> in the bathroom.</div>
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Anyway, <strong>kept busy</strong>. Now I just have to make it through tomorrow and part of Tuesday. They'll be the <strong>slowest days of my life</strong>...so far anyway.<br />
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<u>All About Yourself:</u><br />
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First name: Melissa<br />
Middle name: Grace<br />
Like your name? Yes I've always liked it.<br />Named after anyone? Melissa - An Allman Brother's song Grace - My Great Grandmother's name.<br />
Any nicknames? Mel, Melly, and my boyfriend calls me Sweetness :-)<br />Age: 23<br />Birthdate: August 12, 1988<br />Birthplace: Peterborough, Ontario, Canada<br />Time you were born: Like afternoon-ish<br />Current location: My apartment on the couch<br />Height: 5'7''<br />
Like your height? Yes I love being tall.<br />Eye color: Blue<br />
Contacts/glasses? I wear glasses to read.<br />Hair color: Strawberry blonde.<br />
Natural hair color: Strawberry blonde<br />Dye your hair often? Never have. Never will.<br />Righty or lefty? Righty...but I shoot, golf, bat left handed.<br />
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<u>Your Favorite:</u><br />
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Type of music: I like all music. I haven't found anything I don't like yet!<br />
Band or singer: That's a hard one.<br />TV show: Friends has always been my favorite and probably still is even though it's not on the air anymore.<br />
Movie: Liar Liar, Talladega Nights, Dirty Dancing<br />
TV channel: TLC, Disney, Adult Swim<br />
Radio station: Pandora? haha.<br />Place to be: With my boy, where ever that may be.<br />Thing to do: Relax with a glass of wine whether alone or with friends.<br />
Food: My mom's mac & cheese<br />Non alcoholic drink: Dr. Pepper...totally addicted.<br />Alcoholic drink: A nice blush or a bottle of Bud light.<br />Animal: Dog<br />
Holiday: Christmas<br />
Season: Summer!<br />Sport: Ice Hockey or Football<br />Place to shop: Express<br />Clothing brand: Express or Victoria Secret<br />Scent: My boyfriend's cologne.<br />
Restaurant: Red Robin or Applebee's<br />Fruit: Orange<br />Vegetable: Tomato<br />Fast food restaurant: Arby's<br />Pizza topping: Pepperoni <br />Ice cream flavor: Cookie Dough<br />Magazine: Cosmo<br />City: Toronto<br />Color: Blue<br />Number: 18<br />
<u>This Or That?</u><br />
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Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate<br />
Pepsi or coke? Coke<br />
Hot or cold? Hot<br />
Black or white? Black<br />
Dog or cat? Dog<br />
French toast or pancakes? French toast<br />
French fries or onion rings? French fries<br />
Hamburger or hot dog? Hamburger<br />
Pepperoni or sausage? Pepperoni<br />
McDonalds or Burger King? McDonalds<br />
Canada or Mexico? I was born in Canada, but Mexico is fun...so both<br />
Movies or TV? Movies<br />
Truth or dare? Dare!<br />
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<u>Do You?</u><br />
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Shower daily? At least every other day<br />
Sing in the shower? Yes<br />
Like to sing? Yes<br />
Like to dance? Yes<br />
Smoke? Yes<br />
Drink? Yes<br />
Cuss? Like a sailor<br />
Talk to yourself? When I'm angry or stressed<br />
Believe in yourself? Yes<br />
Play an instrument? Little piane, little guitar<br />
Go to school? For only 3 more weeks!<br />
Go to college? Yes...I can't believe I'm almost done!<br />
Have a job? Yes<br />
Like your job? Some days<br />
Want to get married? YES :-)<br />
Want to have kids? Yes<br />
Get along with your parents? Yes<br />
Get along with your siblings? Yes<br />
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<u>Random:</u><br />
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Do you think you're trustworthy? Trust is very important to me<br />
Think your funny? I'm hysterical <br />
Ever toilet papered someones house? Nope<br />
Gone garbage can tipping? Does backing your car into a garbage can count?<br />
What are your parents names? Rick & Sue<br />
Siblings names? Jessica...The other Allman Brother's song<br />
Do you wash your hands frequently? Constantly washing my hands...<br />
Collect anything? Shoes<br />
Ever been in love? Yes :-)<br />
In love right now? YES :-)<br />
What color pants are you wearing right now? Yellow shorts<br />
How does your hair look? Ponytail<br />
Ever had your heartbroken? Yes, unfortunately.<br />
Ever broken the law? Speeding haha<br />
Been arrested? Nope<br />
Been out of the country?: I was born out of the country!<br />
When was the last time you got drunk? Ages ago<br />
Do you do drugs? Noooooo<br />
Would you ever get plastic surgery? No. I'm perfect :-)<br />
Do you prefer boxers or briefs? Both can be sexy haha<br />
Do you like to laugh? It's the best medicin<br />
Have you ever caught a fish? Yes I have!<br />
What was the last thing you ate? Starburst<br />
What time do you go to bed? 11 usually<br />
Do you like to give or recieve? Give<br />
Do you live alone? At the moment yea since boyfriend's away<br />
Do you own a toaster? As random as this is...we don't have one. We don't have the counter space!<br />
Do you like the snow? Yes when I'm not driving in it.<br />
Do you like surprises? I love them :-)Fab Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11293208885562474010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4770968181145160410.post-60539175713105954902011-11-14T16:49:00.001-08:002011-11-14T18:00:34.394-08:00Some Religion Talk...I Guess<em><strong><u>Disclaimer</u></strong>: I may offend some people with this post. I'm just expressing my opinion about everything and I'm sorry ahead of time. I do<strong> NOT</strong> want to offend anyone or make anyone upset. Just a little rant and rave I have to get off my chest.</em><br />
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So I just was watching <strong>All American Muslim</strong> on <strong>TLC</strong>. And this episode was about an<strong> Irish Catholic</strong> man marrying a <strong>Muslim</strong> woman. I felt a deep connection to this episode because a few years ago <strong>my uncle Andrew married the love of his life, Hanan</strong>, a Muslim. The wedding on television was very much like my aunt and uncle's wedding with the belly dancing, etc. (<em>It should be noted that my family is Irish Protestant, not Catholic and there are many differences between the two...however, there are, of course, similarities</em>.) <br />
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Anyway, the man in this episode decided to<strong> convert to Islam</strong> in order to get married. This was funny to me. <strong>My uncle never converted</strong>. In fact, my aunt and my uncle are not very religious. Both extended families aren't very religious either (<em>Hanan's sister is a model for goodness sake</em>). There were of course, members of Hanan's family that were <strong>offended</strong> by their marriage but had made their peace with it. They didn't get married in a church for either religion, but a hotel. <br />
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As I watched the episode the parents were having fits about the conversion. The woman's family were obsessed with the idea that <strong>he HAD to convert to marry their daughter</strong> and the man's family was <strong>very depressed</strong> that he had <strong><u>chose</u> </strong>to convert.<br />
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The sister of the bride asked the mother "<em>What would you say if I told you I wanted to be a nun</em>?" The mother answered, "<em>I would be very depressed if you chose to convert</em>."<br />
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Now someone<strong> please</strong> explain this to me. <br />
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I don't have children, but I know all parents want their children to <strong>live a certain way</strong>. They have expectations and dreams for their child. <strong>But isn't their happiness the most important</strong>? The mother of the groom said she wanted her son to be happy but was <strong>crying</strong> over him converting and she chose <strong>not to be there</strong> when he converted. <br />
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Like I said, <strong>my family isn't very religious</strong>. I was baptized as a baby, but other than that it wasn't expected for us to attend church or take Sunday School or anything like that. My parents also made it absolutely clear that<strong> whatever we believed in was <u>our choice</u> to make</strong>. <br />
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So, why all the <strong>hub-ba-lub</strong> over your child converting? <strong>I can't imagine someone changing what he believes over night</strong>, that's kinda funny to me. But shouldn't you <strong>respect</strong> your child's beliefs? Shouldn't you <strong>respect </strong>the fact that your child is making a lifestyle choice for themselves and, in theory, <strong>no one else</strong>. I mean, after all, don't we all raise our children to be independent and to <strong>make their own choices</strong>?<br />
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If I had grown up in a religious household, <strong>I probably would have given up on my faith a long time ago</strong>. I have some cobwebs in my <strong>hypothetical</strong> closet that everyday made me <strong>question </strong>if there really was "a higher being". <strong><u>Bad things happen to good people and good things happen to bad people</u></strong>. To be honest, that is not at all what <strong>GOD</strong> should be about. I would think if there was a "God" he would have some control over the fact that his priests molest children everyday. I mean <strong>they do it IN churches</strong>. Wouldn't God be like, "<strong>Ohh hell to the no</strong>!" and flick their awful little heads off? <br />
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I don't know. I don't understand faith either.<strong> I don't know how people explain these awful things that happen to innocent people and still love their god unconditionally</strong>. It's a complete fascination of mine. <br />
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<u><strong>Do not get me wrong</strong></u>. I will be the most <strong>understanding </strong>of anyone and what they believe. That was just my opinion. I will never judge anyone for being Jewish, Catholic, or Muslim. (<em>I don't judge anyone period, I mean, my boyfriend is African-American and I wouldn't love him any more if he was white</em>.) I respect everyone and their beliefs and<strong> what makes them happy</strong>. Which is why I find it so hard for a parent to not do so <strong>with their own child</strong>. <br />
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I just hope that one day people would be much more understanding of each other. I hope that one day, war won't break out over religion. I hope that one day the world will just be a better place to live in period. <br />
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That's my religion, I guess. <strong>Hoping for a better world and doing my part in making it so</strong>.Fab Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11293208885562474010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4770968181145160410.post-25558925494419775812011-11-10T14:26:00.001-08:002011-11-10T14:34:04.808-08:00WHOOOHOOO!Boyfriend is coming home for Thanksgiving for <strong>FOUR WHOLE DAYS</strong>! I'm beyond excited. It's a little leave before he goes overseas. I'm <strong>incredibly happy</strong> it will be over Thanksgiving. He'll fly home on the Tuesday before and have to go back on Saturday. I had to take a vacation day to have Wednesday off (<em>I can't take Friday off, that's Christmas decorating day...I'm sort of like in charge of it or whatever</em>...) but it's <strong>TOTALLY</strong> worth spending two whole days just us. <br />
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So <strong>12 days</strong> until I see him! <br />
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Then you know however long it's going to be until R&R. (<em>There's some talk they might not get one since they'll only be overseas for 9 months...I hope not</em>) <strong>Four days is better than nothing</strong>. <br />
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And I'm super excited. :-)<br />
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Well lets see. <strong>Halloween weekend</strong> I went with some friends to the<strong> House of Blues</strong> downtown. It was a pretty crazy Halloween party going on. And we got in for <strong>free</strong> since my one friend from work used to work there. They were staying in a hotel...and Velle was very uncormfortable with that. Which I totally get. So I went there beforehand and got some pictures. I couldn't really drink because I had to drive home. But I still had fun (<em>Ohhh yea <u>To Do List</u>!</em>) Some pictures...<br />
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So then Sunday night I went with my best friend and her daughter (<em>my gorgeous god daughter</em>) <strong>trick-or-treating. </strong></div>
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Then Monday was Halloween. And of course that meant <strong>dressing up at work</strong>. The theme was movie characters. And everyone went all out. We have a costume contest...first place got $100. I <strong>didn't</strong> win but the people who won did a<strong> really good job</strong>. (<em>Plus I won last year so I don't think they would have picked me anyway</em>)</div>
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Monday was also <strong>The End Of The Month</strong>. Which equals <strong>death</strong> at work. We pretty much have to get all our work done for the month on the last day. The sales people try to wrap up their deals so it ends up on their commission check for the month. It's just pure <strong><u>CRAZINESS</u></strong>. So I was at work until 8 pm... <strong>dressed like a dude</strong>. <br />
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Then the whole week just sort of blew by. It felt like I looked up and <strong>it was Friday</strong>. <br />
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What's been nice is that my boyfriend and I have been <strong>talking a lot</strong> this past week. We've talked about our plans, our fears, our relationship. <strong>Everything</strong>. I feel like everything that was left unsaid before he left is being said now. Mostly because he's probably more comfortable saying things over the phone than in person. But <strong>either way</strong>.<br />
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And I can tell that he sees just how much he misses me and <strong>therefore loves me</strong>. <br />
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Example. The flowers I got yesterday <strong>"Just because I miss you" </strong>(<em>Note: He signed the card SPC Gray. I think he needs a break from the base haha</em>)<br />
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I can't wait until the buds bloom. <strong>They're lillies</strong>. It's all ready looking nice today. But I'll post a picture once everything is fully bloomed.<br />
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It was <strong>the sweetest thing</strong> in the world though. It just makes me realize how lucky I am. My boyfriend is <strong>hundred of miles away from me and he still treats me like his queen</strong>. He can't do it in person, but he can surely do it far away in a different way.<br />
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<u><strong>How did I become the luckiest girl in the world?</strong></u><br />
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That being said. <strong>I had a very rough day today</strong>. He found out his mission yesterday and he told me<strong> he's nervous</strong>. Which completely broke my heart. If he's nervous...I should be too. I want so badly for him to just stay on base 24/7. But of course <strong>I'm kidding myself</strong>. But he's been completely reassuring and wonderful to me, <strong>so I'm going to do the same for him</strong>.<br />
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But life's been good. <strong>I miss him more everyday</strong> and even though I have rough days, I'm doing it and super proud of myself for it too.Fab Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11293208885562474010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4770968181145160410.post-44200455901462172992011-10-25T19:41:00.000-07:002011-10-25T19:41:28.645-07:00Good News!So I got some good news today. My boyfriend will be getting a<strong> four day leave</strong> before he actually goes overseas. He's mobilizing in Mississippi right now and they let him know that he won't actually be going overseas until <strong>January</strong>. But that pretty much means he'll only be over there for nine months. Less time for me to sit around worrying right? I'm excited. Not really sure when it will be but I'm pretty excited about it. There are certain times like my graduation and Christmas or New Years but either way <strong>I'll be happy to have him home</strong> for a little while before he's gone. <br />
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He's biggest concern: giving me small pox. He had to get the shot and his arm is totally gross right now I guess, but there was some talk about some other guy who was told he couldn't be around his 4 month old daughter after getting the shot to keep her safe from getting it. Pretty messed up I think. I hope I'm going to be okay.<strong> haha</strong>. <br />
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I'm excited and happy right now. Helps to deal with pain of having him gone when you have <strong>seeing him again</strong> to look forward to.Fab Melhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11293208885562474010noreply@blogger.com0