Be Thankful

Thank goodness I don't have to leave the house today. If I did, I'm sure I'd be hearing a mixture of "Oh, happy Memorial Day" and "Fuck this war, fuck the troops, etc..." and I would be going insane. Just remember what today is really for, please. It is a day to honor those who have made the ultimate sacrifice; they've given their lives for the freedoms and luxuries in this country of OTHER PEOPLE. They don't get to enjoy those freedoms until after they're out of the service, and some don't make it out alive. Many don't make it out with physical or emotional scars. So, please, when you start your little protests about the military, think about who has been fighting to allow you to speak so freely like that without being executed. Don't hate the people that fight for your freedoms, they're just doing their job. And they miss being home. They miss everything about it. My man misses his family, his friends, the hills of Pennsylvania, sitting down and watching the Steelers play on Sundays, Mondays, Thursdays... and all the other pro football games and just being able to relax and tailgate. He misses the feel of me lying next to him and the smell of my hair. He misses the taste of my kiss and the feel of my hugs. He misses being able to call me whenever he wanted and the days when he had his rights (because guess what, those rights he fights for are very restricted). He misses driving a car and misses me being in that passenger seat (or vice versa). So while you're outside enjoying your day off of work and living like it's another day, don't forget to thank your United States Military and honor the fallen. It only takes a second. And if you don't, well, I guess I can thank a serviceman or woman for your right to ignorance. Have a great day.

Food For Thought

http://beavercountian.com/content/daily/david-cook-robert-banko

Read what this link has to say, share the link with your friends, and take the lessons with you. DO NOT drink and drive. Who are you to chance someone else's life? You drive drunk, by all means, run yourself into a pole. Take your OWN life. That's how the world is supposed to work; if you're too weak or too stupid to live, you don't survive. But when you do things that endanger the well being of others that have everything to live for and yet YOU, the imbecile that made the decision to roll the dice of life and death, continue living, you deserve the most severe punishment. You deserve to have longer years in prison. You CHOSE to get behind the wheel of that vehicle, so you CHOSE to take the risk of hurting someone else.

Moral of the story is: don't be a [dumb] ass. Call a cab, have a designated driver in place, call a friend for a ride and place to stay the night, call your MOTHER or someone who won't let you down, I personally don't give a shit which of those options you take. You could spend the night in a dark alley for all I care. Just don't drink and drive. Don't be that asshole.

In Addition, "John" Made Another Appearance

Real quick post. When I was skyping Zac within the last two weeks, he asked me if "John" had talked to me recently. I told him HELL no and asked if John was talking to him. He said he got a message from John saying "I've been meaning to ask you for a long time but I kept forgetting but were the cops called while you guys were out here?" -quick interjection: yeah fucking right, you conveniently "forgot" until you could think of a story to talk to my Zac about. stfu.- So after he gave me a look that practically screamed WTF I told him "Uhm... no...?" He said that's what he told John and he also asked why and John replied "One of my neighbors told me they called the cops on you guys for fighting really loudly late at night." -quick interjection: REALLY bitch? Really? A: I don't ever yell. B: Zac never yells. C: We never yell at each other. So many things wrong with this picture...- So after that I finally told him that I felt very disrespected. When I deleted John, I deleted his S/O 1: because I'd never met or spoken to the S/O and 2: I didn't block John, so that question could easily have been aimed to me. So when John was continuing to try to keep a relationship with my man, I just felt disrespected beyond belief! So I finally told Zac that you know, I've never asked him to delete the skanks from high school that insulted me and hit on him and all that jazz, but this I needed to ask him to stop talking to this person and delete him. Good fiance that he is, he'd already told John off and deleted him upon my request :) Just another reason to love him, he's getting more capable of deleting shitty people <3

Strike Three, You're Out

Saturday, April 28 was my first weekend of softball and it was SOOO COLD!! It was about 40 degrees (Fahrenheit) and less because it actually snowed... I don't think I ever quite warmed up and I was sore all weekend from it XD Anyways, so since by Saturday I usually just want to cuddle under my covers when my alarm goes off, I was rushing out the door and forgot to lock my bedroom door like I told my roommates I was going to do. After work, I went straight home because I had to FLY to my softball tournament so I didn't have time to go back and lock my door. And I was going to text them and tell them I forgot to lock my door, but I didn't want to be that bitch and I thought to myself "Hey, what's the worst that could happen?" <-- famous last words. The reason I have to lock my door? Because they were having a party. And even though when we all moved in, I told them I knew they were going to have parties, but that since I don't party, I told them just one rule: to keep the party downstairs and not let people come up where our bedrooms are because that's ridiculous that they should even need to be upstairs when the party is downstairs. Well, that obviously hasn't happened. Once, in February, I came home to my other room being trashed. My printer had alcohol spilled on it (I was surprised it still worked), there was a sock, my shit was all over the place, and there was a cigarette butt. Needless to say, I was pissed and let my roommates know shit was fucked up and I was going to have to constantly wonder if someone stole something of mine. Also, something that had great sentimental value to me that I was using as decoration was destroyed. But that's only incident number one. Incident number two was over spring break. I was in San Diego visiting my fiance and when I finally came back, I just wanted to be alone in my room and what happens? My bed is fucked up and there was someone's dirty ass sock in my room. So I let my roommates know, AGAIN, that this was not ok. They said they didn't even know anyone slept in there and one of them even said that she heard people knocking on my door and asking to sleep in there and she told them not to enter because "her roommate would be pissed". Next time, don't threaten them with the roommate that they've never met, threaten that YOU'LL be pissed. Then there'll actually be consequences that they can fathom suffering. With me, there's no way for me to find out who it is because all of my roommates were clueless. I digress. Back to the most recent incident, incident number three. So I was away all weekend. I literally drove to work from Ellwood on Tuesday so I could drive back and go to the Mother-Daughter dinner that we go to every year and right after that I went to visit Zac's sister, Ashley, at her new place to hear some news she had for me and Zac (that will be revealed on the 11th). After that, I finally drove home and didn't walk in until about 11:30, midnight. I said a brief greeting to my roommates and went directly up to my room. My bed was fucked up and the pile of books/magazines/colored pencils next to my bed were fucked up, too. So I walk back downstairs and ask my roommates "Hey, did someone sleep in my bed again?" and what they had to say back was "Not that I know of, no one even slept over." Oh, great, that's just dandy, so now I know exactly what happened in my bed. So I go back up to my room, really upset, and I found a female's tank top right next to my bed. So I trudge back downstairs and asked them if it was any of theirs. They said it wasn't and asked where I found it. So I told them that and that I was pretty pissed and it was getting pitched. They said they'd be pissed too and then asked why my door wasn't locked. Well, because sometimes I forget things that I shouldn't have to do in the first place but I guess I'm just going to have to start doing it anyways. The next day, when I actually decided to shower, I noticed my towels that were hanging on the back of my closet were on the floor and that my closet door was a bit ajar. I thought "Oh boy, what's fucked up in here?" and luckily, nothing seems to be stolen or fucked up. The only thing that was messed up in there was the painting my sister made me that was hanging on the inside of my closet was on the top shelf, thankfully unharmed. And finally, the next night, I saw that the keepsakes hanging from the inside of my doorknob were broken. If I hadn't already committed to the Ross Park Mall until semi-annual sale, I would've moved out Tuesday night. I am BEYOND pissed off and ready to get the fuck out of here.
That week, I worked my ASS off. I worked Tuesday 6a-11a, Wednesday 6a-2p, Thursday 6:30a-6:30p, Friday 6a-4p, and Saturday 6a-10a. Good paycheck coming my way. And I drove straight home again so I could ride to Erie with my mom to watch my cousin graduate from Gannon. Saturday night, my cousin Jason was at my house doing a tattoo for my dad since he was in for the weekend. Sunday, I played softball and went to a family picnic at my Gram's house (oh, and my mom made me French toast that morning... my favorite breakfast, yummm) and just relaxed. and Monday, I woke up early to take my mom to the school and did laundry while my friend, Deidre, came over to visit with me (I've missed her!!). After that, I went to the hot dog shoppe with my exchange student and my friend Melissa. Then went to visit Zac's family for a bit before me, LaLa (exchange student), and Melissa made a WalMart run. While there, I saw an old friend who graduated two years ahead of me. It was nice to say hello again and catch up briefly. He was always a really nice guy.
OH! and I forgot to mention that on Tuesday I got my tee shirt in that I designed. That was probably the saving grace to the week until I got to talk to Zac. And also on Sunday, I finally heard from Zac for the first time in a week. And I finally got to tell him about my hell of a week. And I got to cry on his figurative long distance shoulder. And you know what he said? Two things:
1: "If I was there, you would've moved on already."
2: "Baby I promise that when you're living with me, we will be the only ones sleeping in our bed. Well, except for maybe a puppy." Honey, I think I can share our bed with a puppy. <3 These are just two reasons I love him. He knows just how to cheer me up and make my tears subside.

LaLa, me, Mama :)

Me and my Gram.

Me and my cousin-twin after she graduated!

Semper Fidelis to my Marine <3

PROUD USMC Fiancee <3

My future last name :)

Rockin' that tee ;)