I used to have a blog

So I used to have a blog. I used to post. I used to be all into this online journal bit.

Yea…. about that….

I think I was supposed to blog once a day in Feb, that clearly didn’t happen. I was also supposed to be losing weight. That hasn’t happened either. I’ve had a lot going on.

My willpower is shot to shit. Seriously, I need a swift kick in the ass. I’ve been able to run outside which is a plus (since, you know, we live in the tundra and it’s muddy and icy all the freaking time!)

Pretty much

Pretty much


I survived though.

Speaking of surviving —

Race The Runways 2014

Race The Runways 2014

M, J, and I ran the Race The Runways 2014 at Brunswick Air Field. It wasn’t terrible. Well, it wasn’t awful considering I had virtually no training. I managed to eek out a PR by a minute LOL my original Half time was 3:00:24. Race The Runways, I came in at 2:59:17. That’s a huge deal f0r me.

Next up — the Mariner Mother’s Day 5K through town and after that, the Baltimore Women’s Classic.

While we’re talking about Baltimore, I got orders! We’re heading back to Baltimore for 4 yrs. Early transfer out of this joint. Not by choice but I can’t complain because with this transfer comes the news that I’m making E6. 9 years in the making and I cannot wait! I’m not overly excited about going back to Baltimore because E and I wanted to travel some more but the money will make up for the lack of movement.

Going back to Baltimore also brings the opportunity for more races. Baltimore Women’s Classic 5K, the Charles Street 12 Miler, the Baltimore Running Festival Half Marathon, and the inaugural running of the Across The Bay 10K. Out of 20,000 runners, I was lucky enough to be quick enough to register because it sold out. Of those 6.2 miles, 4.35 miles of them will be across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, 181 feet in the air. I’m so excited!!

I’m going to attempt to keep up with this a little more, now that we’re moving but I can’t make any promises…

“Thank You”

Two little words. Yet they mean SO much (when used correctly).

I’m in a business that doesn’t let me hear that often. I work solely to make my supervisors look good. They take credit for my work, make it their own, under the guise of making our Commanding Officer look great. I rarely hear “thank you” because I’m told ” you don’t get thanked for doing your job”. Well no, but crap I do on the regular – not my job. I’m a “jack of all trades, master of none”. People think they know how to do my job better than me and then, when they flub it up, it’s my job to fix it. And I may or may not be scolded for allowing them to screw up.

Such is life when you’re in the military.


There’s a new blogger in town, frtzkrn, and he got me thinking about the fact that we, as military members, get a lot of “thank you”s when we’re out and about. As a matter of fact, I was at Pizza Hut (don’t judge me) the other night and an older gentleman stopped me and said “thank you for your service to our country”. That made my night.

I’ve had run ins with people who don’t feel like that. In Wal-Mart (again, don’t judge me) one afternoon, Beanie and I had to stop and pick up dog food, I had a “gentleman” tell me that I was wasting my time being in the military, that I’d only get screwed in the end, and that if I was smart, I’d get out while I was still young. To be honest, Beanie was the only thing stopping me from handling this guy in the manner I saw fit. Instead, I simply told Beanie (loud enough that this man could hear) that not everyone was grateful for that everything they’ve been given and that, when you throw your life away, you become bitter at others for no reason. He, rightfully so, got irritated and stalked off. I was applauded.

But I didn’t do it to make a fool of him. I didn’t say these things simply because he lacked proper dental care (and teeth). Or that he was wearing pajama pants (at 3:45 in the afternoon) that could only be acquired after purchasing enough cases of Budweiser and earning a signature pair of their logo’ed pants. Or that he didn’t realize he had already heckled myself, E, and Beanie on a different sunday because we were wearing Ravens jerseys (while he was sporting the exact same pants). I did it to teach a life lesson to Beanie. People want to cut you down for the things you do because they’re jealous. Whether it be they’re jealous of the attention or they’re jealous of what you have, they want you to fail because it would make them feel better about themselves.

What did this man have to prove by telling me that I was wasting my time in the military? Did he think I’d immediately quit my job? Does he know I can’t do that? Sure, the military is the last legal form of slavery (it is, for real. Read our contracts). But it’s not a bad gig. The deployments suck. Being away from your family sucks. Missing milestones suck. But you’re a part of a family that will rarely let you down. We just recently had two guys whose wives gave birth. We got two new little Coasties into our family. They were welcomed with open arms. We showered them with gifts. That’s what family does. We celebrate with one another. When someone loses a family member, we send flowers and someone, anyone, will show up to show support. That’s what we do. Nowhere will you make friends that will continue the friendship 8 years down the road, after 3 different duty stations, while you’re each on a different side of the country.

E took me out for Veteran’s Day and we were approached by our waitress who told us how awesome we were for Beanie’s behavior. Normally, when you see a small human being seated near you, you roll your eyes (I do it and I have a kid so don’t act like you don’t). You don’t want to have to shout to your dining partner because some parent wants to allow their child’s self-expression to continue at an extreme decibel or you have to get your food to go because some kid is all up in your face because their parent wants to ignore them for a meal. (We’ve encountered this pre-Beanie). Beanie sat in her chair, watching Mickey Mouse on the iPad and only asked for milk and bites of her dinner. Because we work hard not to raise an asshole.

We were thanked for that.

Hearing the words “Thank You” is probably the most selfless thing a person can do. Making someone feel appreciated is one of the greatest gifts you can give.

NaBloPoMo – I Lost

So I kind of fell out of the whole “read a blog post every single day for the entire month of Nov”. It’s not for lack of trying, it’s just that life has gotten busier and I’ve been having a bit of writers block.

The holiday season is upon us. The parentals and the ILs will be ascending to our home on wednesday and the holiday festivities will begin.

Friday marked the official start.

Start of the Lobster Trap Tree

Start of the Lobster Trap Tree

Tree topper is in place

Tree topper is in place

The lighting will take place on Friday, after thanksgiving. That’s also when the CG brings Santa to do, via boat, and we have the boat parade of lights. It’s a shame we won’t make it home for Christmas, again this year, but last year, it was sort of nice to be able to have the holiday with just our little family.

Here’s hoping I remember to keep posting something 🙂

NaBloPoMo – Nov 18th

Day 18: Tell us about a blog post that you didn’t publish.

There are several but two, in particular, come to mind. One is about politics and one is about parenting. The two single most irritating topics for anyone to endure. These are two topics that people will literally (figuratively) kill themselves over trying to prove you wrong. You can’t simply “have an opinion”. There has to be a black or white side.

Not for me.

Because, frankly, I don’t give a damn about anyone’s opinions.

I’ll do with the political one though. I usually don’t get political so this might be long. It might make Marney drop dead while cursing but hopefully she’ll still love me in the AM.

Back before this Obamacare bullshit started, I was already pissed. I voted for Bush in 2004, which I freely admit. I have a feeling it cost me a few friends but I just couldn’t bring myself to vote for a man who got himself a purple heart due to a self-inflicted war wound. No, admittedly I have not found any real evidence that supports this theory but he wasn’t exactly forthcoming when the accusations were made. Sorry but if someone were accusing me of something this heinous, I’d copy and print every single piece of documentation I had to prove you wrong. He didn’t do that.

Obviously Bush won. And then went on to make sure Katrina happened. And the Mississippi flooded. And the debt continued to rise. And every other issue that people STILL blame him for, to this day, in 2013.

Next up – McCain vs Obama. I voted for McCain in 2008. My reason: neither of these men had what it took to run this country. We were fighting an uphill war with seemingly no end in sight. But I didn’t feel that Obama could run this country without having served it.

I think I was right. More and more every, single day.

I don’t get wrapped up in this “where is he from” nonsense. Do I think he should have been more forthcoming with his birth certificate and all that? Absolutely. Why not shut everyone down from the start? Don’t you know, in the good ol’ United States of ‘Merica, you are guilty until proven innocent. Duh. That’s why there are investigators who investigate, detectives who detect, and people who pick and dismiss juries basked on the amount of info you already know. People are gonna find this shit out.

Anywho — so Obama has never served in any Armed Force. That bothers me.

The military is comprised of the different branches, this we already know, but to really REALLY understand what happens behind closed doors, you have to serve. You have to experience first hand, in my opinion, to really hold any weight and merit to attempt to run it.

I get it. The POTUS is merely the lightning rod. He will take the fall for the decisions that 150+/- congressmen make. He will receive the praise and the blame. Well to that, I say:


I mean, really?

If I could speak before congress and the POTUS, I would ask one simple question: Would you want your sons or daughters working for people like you?

They have it so incredibly easy. They sit in their comfy, high-backed chairs and play poker and candy crush all day while we’re struggling. I know it was my choice to be in the military. I chose this life for myself. My husband, bless his heart, is ok with us moving. We understand the issues that can arise. But we weren’t, at all, prepared for the $1600 a month pay cut that we’d take (just from my salary, alone), because we were told to move from Maryland to Maine. Or that we were being sent to a place where it would take almost a year for my husband to find any type of job. We get it. That’s what we signed up for. Now, for the record, I do live in military housing so yes, I have a pretty good set up. I have a roof over my head and the heads of my family, my electricity, heat, and water are provided by the military. What isn’t covered is any means of communication (phone inside the house which I could see both sides of them paying or not paying), and any amenities. I can’t complain about that.

What I didn’t sign up for, however, was to have my pay to be used as a bartering chip.

This is our livelihoods, gentlemen and women. This is how we pay our bills. This is what keeps me from having my car repossessed and what keeps my credit in tact, which is what I need to continue working because I have to be eligible for a security clearance. This is what I use to put food on my table, gas in my car, and diapers and clothes on my child’s back. They have never had to worry one day of their lives about potentially not having enough money to stop and grab milk on the way home, or wondering if we can possibly make the last bit in the bank acct stretch because there are 19 days between pay checks. They don’t have to worry about advancing to a certain rank by a certain date to ensure they get some type of decent retirement.

People say I have no right to complain because I have free healthcare. It’s true. I do. But what people fail to see is that the health insurance that they so publicly cover is nothing more than a glorified HMO. I have to beg and plead with my PCM (PCP to you civilian folks) to go to an ortho to get my knee looked at. And if that PCM doesn’t see the need, I don’t get to go. I can go but I’d be paying out-of-pocket. And really, who can afford that? Sure they paid every last cent of my hospital bill to have my daughter. But I was sent to the lowest bidding OB/GYN and the care reflected it. Only one, ONE, out of NINE of those OB/GYNS didn’t make a comment about it must be nice to get my stuff for free.

Why does my pay, the money I work hard to earn, the money I get paid for being on call 24/7, have to get called into question? No, I don’t think I should have to pay federal taxes because federal taxes pays my salary. SALARY, I don’t get overtime. The days where I miss my daughter’s bedtime, I don’t see my husband for 2-3 days at time, or the missed time with my visiting family, I don’t get compensation. It’s called “doing my job”. I don’t get to just work remotely because it’s more convenient. I can’t rush my workday so I can make it on vacation. I can’t send my family to the Bahamas with the promise of signing a bill over the phone or via email.

My hard-earned paycheck is being brought into question because some grown men can’t relinquish their stubbornness to see the greater good of the country. Everyone said Hilary wouldn’t be a great POTUS because she’s too emotional. I’m willing to bet that bitch can balance a checkbook. Just Sayin’. I was told I’m lucky because we received word that the MIlitary Pay Act was signed. Until when? When is the next time we have to worry about checking our bank accounts and not seeing a deposit on the 15th or last day of the month?

I invite Congress and the POTUS to walk in our shoes. Some of Congress has. But I invite them to do it again. Let go of your fancy sports cars and your 6+ figure pay checks. Forget that you’ll continue to earn that much money when you’re retired. How well will you work when you don’t know if you’re going to make it home that night because you might be on a SAR case or you have duty or, God forbid, you’re deployed to an undisclosed area of the middle east?

We all signed an oath, to protect this country from all enemies, both foreign and domestic. However, sometimes I have to wonder, how “domestic” are the domestic enemies? We signed up for this life. We signed up for the trials and tribulations. We signed up to defend and honor the Constitution. But I find myself wondering, is there going to be anything left to fight for and defend when you all are finished fighting?

I find it amusing, I was watching an episode of “10 Things You Didn’t Know” on Discovery and it was about the White House. I, personally, learned the First Family is charged for their meals and anything that they need, personal wise. I find that fascinating. I find it even more fascinating that some of our former First Ladies were “appalled”. Why? Why should you get a free ride? Some of your husbands weren’t all that great. Why should we foot the bill for you to live completely free?

Now we’re onto Obamacare.

This was a brilliant idea, he said. This will change America, he said. This will be what America needs, he said.


I don’t think he knows what he wants. But he refuses to admit he might have been wrong.

Instead, Obamacare is causing insurance companies to drive up the cost of premiums, kick people off plans that they were completely ok with being on, employers are having to drop people back to PT work so they won’t have to pay for their insurance because it’s too dang high.

Yet, I’m still sitting here, asking myself: Would Congress and the POTUS be ok with their children living in this kind of world, trying to make it on their own?

NaBloPoMo – Nov 13th

Day 13: What is your favorite hour of the day?

Hmm. I wake up at the butt crack of dawn. I’m talking, if I sleep past 5 am, it’s considered a waste of my day. I once slept until 7 and I was so dang disoriented, I felt like I had wasted my day, sleeping. E laughs at me because he thinks I have to “conquer the world” as soon as I wake up. I need to get my day in order. Dishes, laundry, cleaning, wrangling the child, etc. Whatever is on the list for that day. Saturdays and Sundays are my day for conquering.

But my favorite hour?

I’m going to say, for weekdays, 3pm. I get off work, I can go home and just sit for a min. I can decompress and just really chill, for the first time all day. I can change out of this monkey suit, put on sweat pants, and maybe even read a chapter of my book. I say that because, once Beanie gets home, I can only read if I retreat to the bathroom. And even then I fall victim to the constant “MAMAMAMAMAMA” coming from outside the door. If I’m really lucky, I get little fingers under the door.

For weekends, I’m going to say 6am. I know that’s a crazy hour for most but it’s the time the sun is coming up, I can enjoy a cup of coffee, the dog isn’t spazzing out yet, I don’t have to run around, rampant, packing the small human’s lunch and making sure she has all her junk in one bag, and I can just sit. I give myself an hour in the AM to sit and chill and then Beanie usually gets up, demanding food and a clean rear end. E gets up shortly after that, demanding the same (I only oblige one of those items for him, though). And then I begin my world conquering.

I’ve been on this same schedule for the last 13 yrs. I couldn’t sleep past 5 in Basic Training, had to be up by 7a for work, and my body is just trained for early mornings. I don’t mind. Sometimes I can score a nap when Beanie is napping or I can catch a chill day at work where people aren’t going nuts over the dumbest little things. It’s all a daily rotation.

NaBloPoMo – Nov 10th

On this Veteran’s Day Eve (and free writing post day), I decided to steal a writing prompt for BlogHer and answer this question:

Are you part of the armed forces?  What moved you to sign up for the military?

I am. I’m currently Active Duty Coast Guard. I’ve been active duty for over 13 yrs, having reported to boot camp on Aug 08, 2000. I left 2 months after I graduated from high school.

Why I joined? Well, that’s an interesting tale.

I didn’t take an easy road, growing up. I was in The Sibling’s shadow and my mother flat out said there was no money for me to go to college. I figured. There wasn’t too much investment made into me. I understand why. I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up, I didn’t want to work towards any goals. I just wanted to survive high school.

I found out about the money situation around Oct of my senior year of high school, around the time all my friends were finalizing their applications and getting ready for acceptance/rejection letters. I was out with friends and we were, umm, not really unimpaired and we ended up watching WWE (wrestling). I saw a commercial for the US Coast Guard. I saw little boats, racing through the water, people dropping out of helicopters, big boats coming to the aid of others. I thought – Shit, I want to do that! So I sobered up and I contacted a recruiter soon after that.

I entered the DEP (delayed entry program) in April of 2000, signed my contracts (had to ask my mother to sign since I was still only 17), and I set up my date. I left 2 months later.

Since being in, I’ve learned a lot. I’ve grown up. This experience has taught me that there is more to the world that my small hometown. Sure, I liked living there and all but I was excited to leave. I was excited to get out of people’s shadows and to make a living on my own.

Having been in for 13 yrs, experiencing many migrant interdiction cases, seeing dead bodies, experiencing 9/11, and moving around the country, I’ve learned that I’m a part of something that is bigger than me. I’m a part of an operation that is around for the better of the country and, in some cases, the world. We’ve been a part of training operations with other countries and have seen some fantastic sights. My only regret: not moving around more.

I plan to retire when I hit my 20 yrs (2020, funnily enough) and I hope to land a job as a wedding/event planner with a hotel chain, or even start my own business. I still have some time to work on my master post-service plan but hey, I’m just living the dream until then 😉

CG Fun











That’s right. The time has come again for Forced Family Fun!

Ok, that’s about as much excitement as I can muster up, given the fact that we’re all forced to join together, go to this dinner in our Bravos, most of which don’t fit so we look like we’re all making a bunch of left hand turns because not one person in that building can lift their arm above their elbow. Not to mention it takes 4 people to get a pat of butter around the table because of said restrictive jackets.



I don’t mind my jacket so much. I worked hard for my awards.

Ok, I worked for my awards.

Whatever, I was still present and did was required to participate in receiving these awards. They are mine.

Most families were spared and didn’t have to attend this shindig. Mine didn’t get so lucky.


All the spouses get recognized when we have this dinner. Being a military spouse is hard. Dealing with the long hours, waiting for us to get home from God knows where, dealing with our smell (there are days where we stink to high heaven). It’s tough. Hell, even finding out that you can’t get time off to attend a family funeral is tough, as we’ve just endured. It’s one of the toughest jobs out there but we’re lucky enough to have spouses that stand behind us and that’s awesome.

So the spouses get called up to be recognized and sure enough, E is the only male spouse. Out of FOUR units and over 100 people, I’m the only girl that is hitched. When people figured out what was going on, E got a standing ovation. He stood up there, proudly, while holding Beanie, as I gave him his rose (manly, isn’t it!).

When all was said and done, speeches were made, dinner was eaten, and drinks were drank.

Although this wouldn’t be complete without some embarassment. As the MC was recognizing the retirees and asked if there were any Navy retirees, Beanie drops her cup and yells “UT OH” to which prompted people to turn and look. Awesome.

But it wasn’t a terrible night.

Well, it wasn’t until someone got pissed that the party was over and bedtime was necessary.


There’s always next year to party some more.

March in the Rear View

Holy Crapola — Where did March go??

We went to MD to celebrate one of the nephew’s birthday but mainly we went to see E’s grandmother, who isn’t doing fantastically.


How much older can she look? Where did my baby go?!

The trip was nice but it’s nice to be back “home” in ME. It was exhausting. Beanie’s first plane ride – she did amazing! We were lucky enough to get an open flight on Southwest Airlines and when we got to the desk, the attendants told us there were open seats so we could take her car seat on the plane with us and put her in it. PTL! We ran into some “groaners”. You know those people, the ones that groan as soon as they realize there is a kid on their flight. Funny enough, she slept before we even took off! We were even praised as people got off the plane, telling us that they were grateful for a peaceful flight with a toddler. The flight home was awesome, as well. A few blips (2 hour delay, no nap, her getting sick while we were flying) but all in all, it was a great trip.


She also found a new hobby. We were cooking dinner one night and I turned around, in a panic and realized she wasn’t around us. I yelled for her and I heard nothing. After a brief moment of “HOLY SHIT, I LOST THE SMALL CHLD IN THE HOUSE”, we heard a little snicker.

And then this:

I got a new HRM and began outdoor running again. Things have actually been going really well in the WLJ department. 3.5 miles this past wednesday and I’m getting ready to sign up for my first ever (YIKES!) 5K. I’m excited but nervous. I did 3.5 miles in 42 mins and walked less than a 1/4 of a mile so I’m hoping to pick up my speed and cut out the walk. I guess the treadmill has helped! I’m also down an entire pants size and 6 lbs. I’m still a ways away from my goal but I’m meeting my mini-goals and that makes me happy 🙂

E and I celebrated our 2 yr anniversary.

AnniversaryTwo years ago, we went to the church with 20 of our peeps (all family) and me being 14w knocked up and we said “I DO”. It was awesome for us. It’s been a crazy two years but there is no one else I’d rather be by my side on this crazy journey of a life!

My iPhone kicked my ass.


Smart Phone. Dumb User.

At least I made J smile.


We welcomed the arrival of Spring. With a foot of snow. WHOMP WHOMP.

Bounce houseAnd we still had to play indoors. But seriously, how awesome are we? What other parents do you know that own a bounce house for their child, let alone put it in the basement for them to play in because it’s just too freakin cold outside?!

We rock!

The verdict came down: Beanie needed tubes for her ears. 5 EIs in 9 months were enough to convince the Ped and the ENT.

Loving the hospital jammies

Loving the hospital jammies

We have a trooper, y’all. She was a true champ during this procedure. She didn’t cry, she didn’t whine, she was truly awesomesauce!! She allowed the nurses to come in and wrap her up in the blanket and they walked away with her. E and I took it a lot better than we expected, as well. MIL came into town and PTL, she was awesome with us during this time. She helped with Beanie and just allowed us to chill, which we needed desperately.

It also helped that Beanie was acting like nothing ever happened. As seen here in Daddy's sweatshirt

It also helped that Beanie was acting like nothing ever happened. As seen here in Daddy’s sweatshirt


MathMath is still kicking my ass but I’m maintaining a C average. I’m hoping to rock some tests to bring it to a solid B so I can definitely pass the class. It’s tough though. 13 yrs out of HS and trying to do this type of nonsense – it’s bullcrap.

All in all, things have been going well. I’ve had a bit of blogwriter’s block. Nothing major going on, things being incredibly busy, and us being utterly exhausted. I’ve managed to maintain my work outs, which is nice. Hopefully I can pick this back up. It’s not that I write to impress anyone, it’s more of an outlet and a catch up for family and friends who might have the address and want to see what’s up with us, now that we’ve moved.

My mom and sibling come to visit next weekend so I’m super excited!!

Are you kidding me?

Warning — if cursing offends you, try another blog today.

I rarely get political. Like here or in real life. Mainly because I don’t give a shit nearly as much as anyone else does but because, regardless of who the POTUS is, I still work for him. I still have to get up, put on my lovely blue uniform and get my ass to work and earn my paycheck. I don’t get to bitch about him because it could get my fired.

My beef isn’t with the POTUS. My beef is with his minions.

Congress is 150 +/-  people how are full of hot air and bullshit. The POTUS is merely their lightning rod. But come the fuck on. Seriously.

Every four years, I get transferred with virtually zero regard for my family status. “If they weren’t issued to you in your seabag, we don’t care”. I had a detailer tell me “deal with what you’re given. I could make it worse”. So I moved. My husband still doesn’t have a stable job that provides any type of income because we’re in this small ass, rinky-dink town that has a (non-super) Wal-Mart, an Applebees, 3 Dunkin Donuts, a Home Depot, and a Lowes. None of which are hiring. We’re at least 45 miles away from a military base that has a commissary to which will make our pay checks stretch when it comes to buying groceries.

But we manage. We have to. We’re making it work with pretty much one salary.

Congress — 6 figure PLUS monthly salary and those morons only have to serve ONE term before they are eligible for a pension. I have to serve at least TWENTY before I receive ONE HALF of my base pay. That means, even after dedicating 20 yrs to my country, dragging my family around the country, living in shithole towns that were selected by some asshole that was throwing darts at a map, I still only get roughly $1500 a month. Pretty soon, if these shitbags have their way, that won’t include insurance.

I get it, I chose this life and I’m thankful that my husband is extremely supportive of this life. It does pay the bills but please, don’t slap me in the face with a 1.4% pay raise and tell me this is “to bring me more in line with the private sector”. The chick down that street that pays does the bills for the local marina makes twice as much as I do.

Now we have to hear about this sequestration. Fortunately military pay is exempt. For now.

But what slays me is that we’re still giving aid to these foreign countries. I feel very bad for the poor and the starving. I really do. My heart breaks every time I see Sally Struthers asking for money to help a child. Kid, if I had an extra 19 cents per day, I would. I’d also send money to the polar bears, the meerkats, and the Right Whales. I really would. But when are we going to start taking care of our own. Let’s face it, the “aid” that we’re sending to these foreign countries is not making it to those poor and starving people. Instead we’re still fighting this pointless fucking war that WILL NEVER END. We’re deploying people while being told “you may or may not be getting paid”. You know, the government has to give 30 days before shutting down your pay. 30 days to become aware that you won’t be able to pay your bills. Imagine being in Afghanistan or Iraq while your spouse is hoping and praying not only for their loved one to come home in one piece but also for their pay check to be deposited.

All the while the POTUS enjoys his family vacation and his minions calls Congress get to go home and be comfy without a financial worry in the world.

Tell you what:

Cut Congresses pay. Let’s see these fuckers live on $55,000 per year. And while we’re cutting their pay, let’s make them pay back the federal student loans that their darling children have received as a benefit to paying for their education. Let Sally Mae call their house during the dinner hour (and sometimes at 6:30am, according to my ma).

They don’t fix this debt shit, kick them out. If I don’t work, I get kicked out. If I don’t earn my paycheck, I have consequences. Make it the same for them. Same with the POTUS. You can’t get your shit together, get out. I’ve seen people processed from the military for “unsuitability”. I’m thinking Congress is “unsuitable” to get their jobs done.

Stop spending money needlessly. Stop sending aid to these countries WHO WANT TO KILL US. Duh.

I can’t help but be angry because I love my job. I really and truly do but I almost can’t afford to stay in. Of course I can’t afford to get out either. I need the insurance and the pension.

I hope these people get their shit together and soon. Unemployment rates are up, this recession is still very real. Unless you’re going to pardon everyone’s bills for one month, we need the money that we’re owed.

48 Questions

I stole this from Meagan… Happy February!

1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? the character “Lara” from Doctor Zhivago. I’m an Irish girl with Native American skin and a Russian name.

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Monday when the doc shoved the sinus swab up into my face and into my brain. Holy Sweet Tap Dancing Jesus, that hurt!

3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? not usually. Sometimes it’s really neat and I’m a “righty” so I have no excuse except I get writers cramp wicked easy so I’m lazy with my penmanship.  


5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? 1 daughter, Beanie, 1 co-dependent Rott, Lenny, and 2 fish, Frankie and Freddy.

6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? I’m not sure. I’m pretty bitchy and sarcastic all the time so I’d probably be put off by me when I first met me

7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?  see answer #6. I’m fluent.


9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?  It’s on my bucket list

10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Cocoa Peebles. I lived on that stuff while I was pregnant with Beanie

11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? These days I’m either in my work boots or my work out/running shoes. My work boots have zippers on the side, so no, no need to untie them. My running shoes, I slide them on and off without untying because I’m lazy

12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG?  Physically, I’m working on it. Emotionally, I have to be.

13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? Ben and Jerry’s Half Baked

14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?  The way they carry themselves. Are they standing upright and tall or slouched over?

15. RED OR PINK?  Pink.

16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?  my negativity. I’m working on it. It’s one of my “things” for 2013

17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? Right at this moment, my MD peeps and my Poppy, who passed away in Nov of 2012.

18. WHAT IS THE TECHNIQUE THAT YOU NEED TO WORK ON THE MOST? Sticking to the Plan. I’m an awesome budgeter. I can budget to the moon and back but I’m hell with sticking to the budget. That’s also another one of my “things” for 2013

19. WHAT COLOR SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?  black combat boots


21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? “Glad You Came” by The Wanted (? – it’s on Pandora)


23. FAVORITE SMELLS? Pumpkin anything / Food smells. I love having my house smell like I just got done baking for the holidays

24. HOW IMPORTANT ARE YOUR POLITICAL VIEWS TO YOU? Eh. I have my opinions but due to my job, I usually keep my mouth shut but what opinions I do have are strong enough for my to defend but not enough for me to look down on those who do not share them.

25. MOUNTAIN HIDEAWAY OR BEACH HOUSE? Beach House, for sure.


27. HAIR COLOR?  Dirty Blond with piss poor highlights due to lack of treatment

28. EYE COLOR?  Hazel/Green with a blue rim

29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?  nope. Up until now I had 20/15 vision but it’s gone to 20/20

30. FAVORITE FOOD? Fried stuff with cheese, please!!

31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy Endings. I’m paranoid and jumpy enough

32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. It was uncomfortable for me but I wanted to see it.

33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Blue T-Shirt under a Blue ODU Jacket

34. SUMMER OR WINTER?  Summer with no humidity

35. FAVORITE DESSERT? Brownie Sundae with no nuts

36. STRENGTH TRAINING OR CARDIO?  Cardio is my preference but I’ll throw in some crossfit/insanity-esque exercises


38. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?  “Big Girl” by Danielle Steel. This is an infuriating book but I need to know if there is a happy ending to it all.

39. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? Grayish silver with a wrist support. Boring.

40. FAVORITE SOUND?  Christmas Symphony Orchestra with a focus on Woodwinds and Brass

41. FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC?  Pop and Country. I pretend I’m a rockstar from time to time

42. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? It’s a toss up between Honolulu, HI and Manta, Ecuador. I’ve been lucky enough to travel all over the Caribbean and through the Panama Canal. Hawaii was different a fun place to visit. The landscape of Haiti was the prettiest, along with the north end of Aruba (away from the tourist section). I look forward to venturing out to the European section.

43. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? I can fit my fist in my mouth

44. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Baltimore City, MD



47. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR CAR?  Charcoal Gray with a nice road dust and salt overlay

48. DO YOU LIKE ANSWERING 48 QUESTIONS? Yes, I am a sucker for surveys!


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