Dear Deployment

I would say that I hate you...but that would be WRONG. It would be more correct to use the word DESPISE oooooorrrr LOATHE. You feel me? Like with a desperate passion I wish you would just go away...but I realise that that's not likely and I would be better off spending my time describing to my bloggy loves what I've been up to here lately. Aye lets go.

At the moment I'm in College Algebra listening to the teacher explain slope...this is the third time I've been taught slope...noooo its the fifth. Yes. The fifth. Sooooo...zzzzzzzzzz right? Besides this, I have been really confused on a lot things.

Some I will talk about on here and some I'm keeping close to my heart until I figure out what I need to do for myself. About college, do y'all know when I should be enrolling? I've been accepted to ETSU, which is the college I've always wanted to get into, and now I don't know what to do? What next? Do I need to do housing now? Or what? I really just do not know!!!!! Help bloggy loves?

Whats on my phone?

I will NOT cry this morning as I'm getting ready for school

SEE???




Huge generator that shut down things in my neck of the woods for a good thirty minutes...It even went on the interstate

I want this prom dress...with a passion...only...it looks like I walways imagined my wedding dress O.o

And finally I introduce....ELVIS THE TRANSVESTITE PICKLE :)
Go ahead, be jealous of my awesome dissected pickle...oh how I love anatomy class :)

My phone :)

Totally awesome pjs Iwant

Meee on my way to work :)

My foot after I fell :/ It still hurts

My boot :/

COLLEGE ALGEBRA book...oh boy...

What I love about my man week 1

Mel Is having an awesome link up. If you love your man then....enter it. And we all love talking about him, so why not do it?

What I love about Mr? How about the way he sang to me in the car as I was falling asleep on his lap on break one day? And played with my hair and held my hand...sigh. Ooor the way he always makes me laugh when I don't want to.

I love the way he stays calm when I'm freaking out about everything. He just tells me to calms down and it'll be alright and somehow I believe him.

I love the way he lets things slip out in conversations. Once, we were texting and he was in a bad mood and he kept saying lol over and over and I was like do you EVER actually laugh out loud? Because if you did I'm pretty sure people would think you're crazy. And his reply was "Lol I laugh everytime. You make me laugh even when I'm not in the mood, I like that"

I love how unobservant he is :) He grabs my keys when we get places and locks us out of cars...well that happened once :) But it was pretty funny.

What do you love about your man? Head on over to

Mel and link up and tell us :)

One of those days...

I WAS THINKIN SOME OF YOU LADIES MY ENJOY THIS(:

I sit up at night, alone in my bed

Constant images run through my head

Happy times, sad times - the memories are there

Happy tears, sad tears - the tears that I fear.

I hold his sweatshirt, so close to my heart-

Breathe in; breathe out - not much, but a start.

I sleep with his picture in my bed at night

It's the next best thing I have to hold tight.

The pillows lay sideways; I swear he's there

They don't squeeze back; this isn't fair.

I toss and I turn, I sit up and lay down

I'm exhausted, I'm hurting, and I can't sleep sound.

My eyes are swollen - they burn like hell

The makeup don't work - you can still tell.

Finally asleep, still alone, but don't know it

He's in my dreams - I see him, I love it!

"He grabs my hand and turns me around,

We stop, we dance - although there's no sound.

He holds me close, and starts to sing

About love, about life, about everything

He lifts my chin and looks into my eyes,

He tells me he loves me, its no surprise.

He kisses my head, puts it to his heart

It's then that I know, we're not far apart.

" The alarm is sounding; wipe the sleep from my eyes

It's another day gone, another sunrise.

I'll continue my journey, until the very end

And wait for my love - my very best friend

Military women

The average age of the military wife\girlfriend is 18-20 years old. She isn’t old enough to buy a beer, but is old enough to manage a whole household on her own and maybe she has a kid. She probably never saw herself loving a man who was in the military, but she loves him regardless. Her penmanship has improved over the last few months, due to the excessive letter writing she has been doing. She cries a lot,because she misses the man she swore to love. Her life isn’t complete without him. She looks very tired, because of her many nights without sleep, due to a late night phone call that never came or a call that came and kept her up all night, just because she heard his voice, she is too overjoyed to sleep. As a wife, she is classified as a dependent, but she is totally independent. She tends to her household, her kids, her school work, and her job, all without her husband. She manages to wear a smile, even though inside shes crying. She understands that the man she loves has to go far away. She understand that he can be taken away from her in a moments notice. She feels a great sense of pride and probably cries whenever she hears the National Anthem, sees a flag blowing in the breeze, or watches the news and hears about another death in Iraq,she worries that it might be him. She goes weeks without a call or a letter, but she writes him whenever she gets a free moment. She knows how to convert civilian time into military time. She knows how to iron his clothes and how to get the creases just right. Before he left she used to complain if she didn’t see him for a day or two, but now she gets annoyed when she hears someone complaining about not seeing their boyfriends. She may not have see him for months but she remembers everything about him, every scar he has, the way he smells. She has every picture of him and them out and in frames, she stares at them for hours on end, she has read every letter at least 40 times. Even though her man is a half a world away, she still manages to go on with her life, as he would want her to. You may not know what she looks like, but as soon as you see her in the store you’ll know that her man is a world away without even having to speak to her. She’s the one who’s half frowning half smiling, she has at least one Support out Troops pen that she wears and one thats on her car. Half her wardrobe is based on his military branch. She never knew that could love the color camouflage green, tan, navy blue, red or black so much. Next time you see her, you’ll know her, thank her for what the man she loves is doing. She will greatly appreciate it and she will smile and thank you, and just because you thanked her she'll smile the rest of the day!

Balance

How do I find it? I feel like my whole dang life is USMC. Eat sleep and breathe it. A few years from now it'll be fine but right now?? I mean, how do I find that balance between the we And the me? I just don't know anymore. My goal for this deployment? Find MJ again. Be myself again. Whatever that means you know?

He got to Okinawa yesterday. I heard that from his mama. Still haven't talked to him since Tuesday. But whatever. Things will happen the way they are meant to happen. And I'm fine with that. Well kind of. That boy...we talked about getting mad at each other and is changed from I could never be mad at you to I hate being mad at you. I didn't know how to explain it then but I do now. He doesn't make me mad as much as hurts my feelings more often than not.

And I'm sorry if this post upsets anyone I don't mean for it too I just need to get it out.

I made another blog!!!!!

Sooo in case y'all are interested I made a new blog. This one is more for non marine things. It's gonna be more of a just MJ thing. thewaymjseesit.blogspot.com check it out if you wanna :)