25 06 2012

Where to begin with this one?

Well we will start with Friday. (Because thats where all good weekends start right?) So i get off work early to go to someones going away party ( a small get together of friends youve made while in the Marine Corps that say whitty stuff and give you a shawdow box of your achievements blah blah) at the bowling alley here on base. Which is rather cheap like 5 bucks for two hours ( 2 legit right). Any who, I had a blast none the less got to say good bye to some cool MotherTruckers, and got off early to bowl. AWESOME RIGHT!

That was soon followed by going home to do freakin laundry,dishes, and cleaning out the dishwasher from the night before because it smelled like smoke still..(a plastic serving spoon fell on the heating coil and melted it in half. What kind of crazy dishwasher does that right? apparently mine) About 30 minutes later my boyfriend Sean comes home and says matter-of-factly that his friend are comeing over. Needless to say that I was not aware of this prior to him telling me. I still havent cooked dinner and I look like shit.  Well i was pretty pissed   excited because yeah I have a 9 month old and dont get to drink much, but I really didnt feel like dealing with a bunch of people in my house. I let it go. (my mother always says pick your battles) Fast Foward about 2 hours… all his friends either bail or are too piss ass drunk to drive over. keep in mind that everyone of these guys A. doesnt have a girlfriend and B. couldnt get one if they wanted one or C. They some how manage to fuck it up even if its sitting on a silver platter. fast forward again … One of his friends comes over (we will call me Big) they have some drinks and decide to leave me AGAIN at home. Figures, they go to where their friends are and start drinking playing dice whatever it is they do! he gets home at about 2. Im in bed and dont give a shit. Sleep is important and high on my priority list. just saying

6 AM Saturday- my son wakes up and as usual I have to get up with him because Sean is either too tired or chooses not to pay attention that Gabe is screaming his head off in his crib down the hall. Its enough to wake a dead man awake so i dont see how he “Doesnt hear him” yeah yeah. Im up I got this.  Big is sleeping on my couch snoring so i bring gabe downstairs to play he like to bang on things with remote controls. So BIG wakes up, but then of course theymustgo to the gym. of joy, of course ill watch Gabe by myself AGAIN. Joys of motherhood…I love him though Gabes awesome. 

1 PM Saturday- We finally head to the beach YAYAYA i love the beach except when Im left alone, cause thats just no fun. Gabe is playing eating sand doing Gabe things, its pretty hot out and im 10 shades darker.Finally!  Sean has been playing volleyball most of the day and by the time we leave its 7:15 and gabe is usually in bed No later then 7:45 so hes pretty cranky and hasnt sleep like all day. I was ready to go home, but of course as always someone to make a comment towards me about wanting to go. UGH.

1AM Sunday- Gabe wakes up, im in a tee shirt and underwear but i was sleeping so it doesnt matter. I run down t he hall to his room, but as a do i notice that there are two people on my couch WTF? (i can see them because my upstairs hallways looks over my living room) I realize its Big and then realize I dont have any pants on and Sean would freak if he knew that Big saw me. but the question i had was who the hell was in my house at all hours of the night that I dont know? Come to find out some twat fromthe beach who said she was 18 but really was 17 was over with big and god forbid if he thought he was gunna do anything on my couch. EW!GROSS. Thanks to sean telling him it aint happen he later then took her to his barracks room. (sometimes i under estimate the sluttyness of girls)….. Well thank goodness for them leaving because i really wanted a day to myself with Sean and i dont think thats too much to ask. My friend Rikki invited me to get my nails done which i accepted with enthusiasm. ( I never get girl time… probably because i have like 2 girl friends lol) but before that Sean and I went to go get his hair cut for the following day and grab some quick lunch! 🙂 after I got back from getting my nails done, Sean has to pack to go to the field for like 3 days ( BOO!) but the whole time he looks like he just want to bitch and moan about it which i dont blame him. Going to the field sucks, and he has to take all this shit with him on hismotorcycle…. GAH so know its Monday after noon and Im going to to an empty home – well with the exception of my son who always brightens my day. I hate when we are apart!


TiT for TaT

20 06 2012

         So this one im going to write about over the course of this week because I feel that it needs the time and energy that it really is going to deserve (actually thats not the reason at all, more or less so that through the week i can collect valid points to support my theory)

At the beginning of the week I read a blog from a fellow Marine (www.wordpress.com/whatyoutalkingaboutwillis) and a fellow Richmonder. What can I say, we have alot of shit that we can choose to talk about. Now to the reason I am making this post. After reading said post on person A’s blog, I left a comment stating how it was indeed accurate except for a blurp about woman belong making sandwhichs and doing laundry, and in my case I not only do that but I work 40 hours plus a week. So polite comments back and forth  for a while ( the whole thing was rather polite, but you will see my point in a minute) towards the end i state that if I do not get promoted to Sgt, I will have reached my service limitations ( the Marine Corps way of forcing people out) and if approved will recieve my seperations pay benefit of 22K dollars. Now with that being said making small talk and if you read my last post you would know that my job in the Mairne Corps is to process such requests, so assume that I know the ends and outs of said process. (Because I do) SO WHAY MUST YOU FIGHT ME ON THIS… when i clearly know what the hell im talking about. Saying your unit doesnt get shit doesnt make you right it is a MarAdmin published by Higher Headquarters, your retarded Commanding Officer doesnt override the Commanding General of your base nor does it override the Commadant of the Marine Corps. so please Mr. Grunt Marine get it through your head that I am right and you get the same benefits that everyone else does. Plain and simple.

But the real problem— Every male marine thinks like this. Espcially the ones in Combat MOS’. Well listen up devil, if it werent for those wookies,WM, female marines, what ever you want to calls us, your heads would be so far up your ass you could see light again. Give me a break I agree 100% that WOMEN should not be in a combat MOS, our bodies werent made to handle it, and the number of EO complaints would shoot through the roof. But you have another thing coming if you think your going to tell me how to do my job when you can barely do yours, and all you do is bitch about it all day. I dont freakin think so.

I know I’m just venting and maybe that is what I need to do because even my boyfriend says things that pertain to Female Marines. Like he hates them all yet he dates one, but maybe thats because I dont bring work home with me and bitch about it on here! I love being the career planner and helping Marines decide whether or not this is for them and to further their knowledge about what the Marine Corps can give them, but I hate the politics I really do.




19 06 2012

So the last time I posted I was venting about how I hated my job and I was a whale with legs…. thank god that parts over. I have a wonderful man and a awesome little man that is a whopping 9 months old now.

To get to the point I was trying to make earlier with the title of this segment. If you are a marine you will know what I am talking about. About a month ago I became the career planner for my unit, with that being said I have seen some good marines have to get out to service limitations and nasty ones get to stay in because their job promotes easily. Is it really fair, I don’t think so. Its like telling that guy that a worked for you for 10 years that since there are no spots for promotion we are gunna go ahead and fire you. Ain’t that some shit. But I think I’m just ranting because if i don’t get promoted I will soon fall into that very same massive boat that the Marine corps wants to call down sizing because the government doesn’t have enough funds or whatever reason they are feeding us these days….. I’ll leave that for another day. 

now to rant about my life. I swear that I need a day off I work 25/8/366. The weekends are work work is work everything’s work. Don’t get me wrong I love what I do and I truly enough it but by the time I get home and still have to cook dinner do the dishes the laundry isn’t done Gabe needs a bath and to get fed and is driving me crazy because he wants to put anything and everything in his mouth. Some one please tell me how they do this on a regular basis because there are moments in my life where I do t have the energy and if it weren’t for sean I would have lost my mind. Being a Marine and a parent at the same time is not easy and i give props to all the single Moms and dads out there doing it because I have help and its still hard so I could only imagine. Wellllllll I guess that’s enough of that.


My handsome. Lil man.