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I have lost my mind people. I have decided to join a group of women in the Marine Corps that I have despised for 12 years. Let me explain. To help better the lines of communication between the spouses in the MC a group of volunteers decided to run an organization that would be a go between other spouses and each unit's command. In the past, way back when I was a new wife in the Corps and Keith was a newbie Marine himself... back in the day, this group of women served more as a gossip community and/or a group of whores. More the latter, if you will. I have stayed away from them as far as possible, until now. During this past deployment I was very displeased (fucking pissed off), that NOBODY from Keith's unit ever called ONCE for anything. Not that I need a babysitter mind you... it just would have been nice to get a phone call saying that our husbands had at least landed in Iraq. But atlas, nothing.... not through the whole fucking deployment. Now, mind you, I am a Gunny's wife (For those of you that know nothing about the MC, that just means that I am old and don't get to see my husband as much because he is working his ass off dealing with bullshit until he goes to bed). I don't need help. I know how most things work just from over the years, which got me to thinking. What about all those young wives with young kids? They don't know anybody, anything, and probably did not hear from their husband as often as I did. Which really started to piss me because even though that yes, there are A LOT of problem marriages out there, there are just as many good marriages as well. I know (and you as well), that I was going fucking out of my mind most days, and I am supposed to have it put together at this point. I can't imagine what some of the younger wives were going through. Not only that...BUT, it would have been nice to get a fucking phone call telling us when our husbands were coming home. Ya think? On top of that his unit had their phone turned off at one point... Geee, could it be because all the wives were calling wondering what the fuck was going on, Maybe after 7 months we kind of wanted to know when to expect our husbands home? So, I decided to suck it up and at least try this thing out. At the very least I can call the wives during a deployment and make sure they and their kids are still alive, eating, and have power. Again, NOT ONE FUCKING PHONE CALL EVEN AFTER WE HAD A FUCKING HURRICANE! So... I decided I am NOT letting this happen again on this next deployment. Did I mention also that I will be receiving information from the command as well? So I will be informed, which will be a major change from this last deployment. I swear to God, if I see or hear any bullshit from these women I am stepping out... Let's not forget people that I am hermit, I am not an ass kisser, and I don't put up with bullshit... so we will see how it goes.
Can I tell you how thrilled I am (overjoyed, ecstatic, so happy I am going to pee my pants), that in 1.5 months our contract with AllHELL ends? YIPEE!!! Now the questions remains as who will be our next Cell phone providers. Cingular or Verizon? I have no clue... it just better be a hell of a lot better than what we have now. BUT, either way I see a cute litte pink phone in my future.
Lately a couple of people (although due to brain rot I can't remember who they are), have asked me why I call Emily "Little Turkey". It goes way way way back to when I was a little girl... I have family in Georgia whom we used to visit every summer. For some reason (although I have a better understanding of that now), my Aunt used to call me a Turkey on occasion. Maybe I was hyper, said something stupid... Whatever.... the name stuck with me and I tucked it away deep in my brain tissue somewhere. Fast forward to when Emily was a baby. I don't know the exact day mind you, but one day Emily was being a little shit(Big surprise ehhh?). Well, my brain must have opened up the old file cabinet upstairs and my mouth blurted out "You are such a Turkey"... And well, being that she has always been little I kind of dubbed her "Little Turkey". So, there you have it... the long awaited answer to your question. It's only been two years, I have been kind of busy... I hope it was as thrilling to read as it was thrilling to write.
Must go and get my ever so lazy ass in the shower. Later People
Can I tell you how thrilled I am (overjoyed, ecstatic, so happy I am going to pee my pants), that in 1.5 months our contract with AllHELL ends? YIPEE!!! Now the questions remains as who will be our next Cell phone providers. Cingular or Verizon? I have no clue... it just better be a hell of a lot better than what we have now. BUT, either way I see a cute litte pink phone in my future.
Lately a couple of people (although due to brain rot I can't remember who they are), have asked me why I call Emily "Little Turkey". It goes way way way back to when I was a little girl... I have family in Georgia whom we used to visit every summer. For some reason (although I have a better understanding of that now), my Aunt used to call me a Turkey on occasion. Maybe I was hyper, said something stupid... Whatever.... the name stuck with me and I tucked it away deep in my brain tissue somewhere. Fast forward to when Emily was a baby. I don't know the exact day mind you, but one day Emily was being a little shit(Big surprise ehhh?). Well, my brain must have opened up the old file cabinet upstairs and my mouth blurted out "You are such a Turkey"... And well, being that she has always been little I kind of dubbed her "Little Turkey". So, there you have it... the long awaited answer to your question. It's only been two years, I have been kind of busy... I hope it was as thrilling to read as it was thrilling to write.
Must go and get my ever so lazy ass in the shower. Later People