Memorial Day

8 06 2012

A bit late on this one, but wanted to share.

I got to go home this past Memorial weekend to Missurah and see the ol fam dam. I got to see the new addition onto Mom’s house. A 4 season porch designed after the Ruby House porch. If you haven’t seen the Ruby porch, it has a wood floor and white wood-slotted ceiling, beaut! And all old looking and shit. It’s quite comfortable and relaxing. Windows all around the sides and one of the walls is almost completely windows and as you look out you can see a farm field and lots of green trees and grass. I forgot how the midwest was beautifully green in the summer! A drastic change from the winter there. San Diego has gorgeous weather all year round, but it doesn’t quite get a rich green.

Anywho, after a short visit at the Mum’s we were off to Missurah. I was only home for four days, but we did quite a bit with our time. I got to see my friend that’s pregnant with twins! She’s due in August and I cannot wait to see those beautiful little babies.

I got to meet my sister’s boyfriend for the first time. They’ve been dating since Feb, and I just now met him though I’ve heard a lot about him. I totally see what she’s saying, he’s a pretty stand up guy and a really good fit for her. From what I gathered over a couple days anyway. I’m really happy for her, she deserves one perfect guy!

On Sunday we went up to IA to visit with some family and go around to a couple graves to put flowers on them. The first cemetery we visited had over two hundred flags flying! It was a pretty touching sight.

I couldn’t help but think about my friend Mike who gave his life nearly a year ago fighting in this crazy war we are in. Memorial Day is a day to remember those that have passed as well as those military members that gave their life freely and willingly for this country. He died doing what he loved and I am proud to say I knew him. I haven’t been up to see his grave yet, but I will make it there some day soon to say goodbye. Wednesday was his birthday, actually. He would have been just 26, way too young to be lost. I will never forget what he gave so that we could keep on doing what we are doing in this world.

On Monday we made it around to a few more cemeteries, there were flowers on nearly every grave, and it was a beautiful sight to see all the love for those that we have lost. I got to visit Granny and Papa’s grave, they rest up on a hill and overlook Horseshoe Hill, their property and rolling Missouri farmland. It’s quite a beautiful view. Next to them is my friend’s mother who we lost to cancer recently. We also visited a friend’s grave who died nearly ten years ago, though it feels like yesterday. He was so young and we lost him unexpectedly. You can never really prepare yourself for someone’s death. I think no matter how one goes it hurts, and you never forget about them. I think about so many people daily that I wish were still here. But that’s the way life is I suppose. I know God has a plan for everyone…but some shit I just don’t understand. It would seem that this Memorial Day cemetery run was sad and downtrodden, it was actually a wonderful day to spend with my family -living- and also my family and friends that are no longer around.

It was also good to see my mom. She was sick earlier this year and all I could offer was a phone call to support her during that time. It’s painful to love someone so much and not be able to be there in person for them. As much as you can email, call, and write, it just never seems to be enough. So I was relieved, happy, comforted, and blessed to be able to wrap my arms around her and girl talk about life and catch up. I really life that lady.

This was a long post and I’m realizing that it’s quite bothersome to type and have long nails. I just recently started to do the whole “long nails thing.” They aren’t fake, but my entire life I have cut them short because it was easy and I would always break them trying to get into some kind of food source or just being clumsy….but last summer I decided to give the ol long nail a try and I really like them long. I can’t imagine trying to type with acrylic nails on though. That would be hard as hell.

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Dreamsturbia

10 12 2011

I had the strangest dreams last night.

Part I. Me and my sister were in the Ville and on the outskirts of town but there were still some busineses. But the run-down types of ones. So we are sitting there with another friend of ours on the curb just chewin’ the fat. And this girl and guy walk by. The girl had on some skinny jeans and Sista goes, “Did you see her jeans, so ugly.” Then the girl wheels around and was like: “Excuse me? What did you say??”, all snarky like. Me and is looked the other way pretending they weren’t there and she didn’t just dis the skinny jeans chick. The two peeps kept on walking….then we heard some gun shots…pointed in our direction. Yep, guns in my Missouri hometown, pop 10k. Sooo we jump up and start running. Like at light speed. Fastest I’ve ever run in my life. Fastest I’ve ever seen my sister run for that matter. We saw the bullets hitting the buildings around us.. so we kept running until we made it to these restrooms and hid out. Sis was crying and our friend was trying to console her. And I was still in a WTF moment of shock. Then we walked out of the bathroom to see if it was okay and it was perfectly sunny out and we were downtown.

Part II. We all went underway on the ship I’m on. It holds over 1000 people plus supplies and such. But all of our families were there. Well, most of our families and relatives. None of mine. But I did have two friends. One was Frank (the gay from Real World) and the other was a friend from Missouri. We’ll call him C. All over the ship there were Easter decorations and banners so I assume it was that season. Also, the water was insanely clear, so we must have been near Hawaii. You could see clear through the water, it looked about five feet deep or so. No clue how we were floating in it and not grounded. So we were sitting on the back of the ship, and the ship was towing all sorts of crazy shit. Like fair rides, giant blow-up rafts, a couple cars, about three anchors that were floating on the top of the water somehow. Some of the family members were called over the intercom to go to the side of the ship so they could be lowered down to the rafts to go get some stuff from their cars, which were apparently being towed on a barge far enough behind us that you couln’t see it. So Frank looks over at me and gives me an ultimatum to choose him or C. I start giggling and tell him that i choose him, Frank. Then he blows up and storms off. Apparently in the dream the real Frank’s name was not Frank, it was Mista B. So I chose him, but insulted him by calling him Frank?? Then, before we knew it we were pulling into port. Some of our cars were in the hangar bay vice the barge. So me and C both hop in our respective cars, or so I thought. I was driving off the boat and on my way home and notice C hopped in a candy-red corvette, that was definitely not his. So he’s behind me and we are trying to get home ASAP before he gets caught. On the way I realize I have a huge bag of floor mats. I start searching through them to find mine, black rubber with a dancing Elvis Presley on them. I pull into the driveway and see the corvette speed by. He missed the driveway. At this point the authorities were onto us. I go out to flag C down so he doesn’t get pulled over but it’s too late and his car gets shot up by whoever actually owns the car…..

Part III. We are on vacation with the whole crew from my ship. (I think I’m having ship themed dreams with Navy peeps because last night was our Xmas party….) I think we were in Canada for some reason. Victoria perhaps. So we’re on this boat tour (civilian boat this time). And we are looking at the shore and out to sea and blah blah like they do on tours. So we pull into the dock to get off the ship and I’m so distracted with whatever I bought (out to sea??) and shuffling around that I miss the docking. Everyone had gotten off and we had managed to pull away without me getting off….So all of a sudden we’re pulling in somewhere else that looked like a train station and was apparently very far away from where I was supposed to get off. I go talk to the tour director and ask for directions to where my tour group got off. And he replies with, “Well, you’re never going to find it without a tour guide or directions.” Okay..that’s why I asked, genius. 😉 Sooo I start crying and panicking that I lost everyone and now I’m stuck on this stupid boat. I explain to them a sob story about how I have never been out to sea and that I don’t have my sea legs and that when we left port I didn’t know so it’s not my fault that I didn’t feel the boat moving. They showed no sympathy. So I asked again, where my tour group was so that I could find them. And they said that my group was now on an island getting a helo ride over to Santee. I guess we were in San Diego? Santee, though? Random. Only thing I know that’s over there are some model homes that me and Kitty checked out the other weekend and Sonic. (Did I mention there is only one Sonic in San Diego??). I slump down, defeated, and refuse to get off of the boat in the train station and begin a stare down with the tour guide. I’m pretty sure I lost because that’s when I woke up.

…at least this shit wasn’t as bad as the time I ate Arby’s and then dreamt I had saws for fingers on one hand and was cutting off the fingers on my other hand. I haven’t had Arby’s since.





Foster’s

5 10 2011

Last weekend we went to Foster’s Martini Bar in St. Joe for a friend’s birthday. It was a greeeeeat time.

First stop was Texas Roadhouse for some steak and drinks, then downtown for some high-class liquor.

Foster’s was not as stuffy as I thought it might be. It was a pretty swanky bar considering we are in the thick of the midwest. MagWag, the birthday girl had been there several times and actually carries around a menu and checks off drinks she tries. There are at least twenty crossed off and some have smiley or frowney faces by them!

My first drink was a “Flirtini”, which was very sweet and delicious. It’s Sista Roch’s favorite there. So I figured I couldn’t go wrong. It was kind of cranberry-esque —–>

MW tried quite a few drinks. Some orange-chocolate thing, a butterscotch martini, a caramel apple one…about eight others 🙂 And they were all equally yummy to my surprise. Yes, I tried all of them.

Anywho, the bar atmosphere was quite comfortable and our waitress was very friendly. The only strange thing that happened was our taxi driver….he was a bit strange.

And we randomly happened to get him..on the way there and back. What luck, eh. He kept going off on these strange tangents..and one of our friends was in the front seat….and had to hold a conversation with that joker. However, I can’t complain cause we made it to the bar and home safe and sound.





Mizzurah

25 09 2011

There’s something overwhelmingly comforting about coming home.

I departed Florida on Friday and started making my way north to MO, a 1013 mile jaunt through the heartland of the midwest. The weather was fantastic. Clear and sunny w/ not too much traffic.

First was Alabama, then up through Mississippi to Memphis, TN. After Memphis (which marks my second pass through the city w/o visiting Graceland. tear.), I hit Arkansas, which was surprisingly beautiful:

A calm washed over my soul as I crossed the Arkansas/Missouri state border. You just get a feeling of comfort and safety when you are in Missouri. I can’t explain it. The first place I stopped for gas, and Sonic of course, the people were so nice and smiling. There were passing cars that had people waving at you and the gas station that I stopped at, it was super clean. Probably be cause it was brand new, but even so. A clean bathroom is a winner in my book. The check-out lady was so sweet, and she suggested that perhaps I should get two gatorades because it would be cheaper that way. What a nice lady, so I did, and we bid our fair adieus.

The drive north from there was about five hours long…which is quite some time to travel through a single state, considering the day prior I had been in six states. Anywho I rolled into town at around 2pm, and I was in Joetown! First stop was Chipotle, then to my sister’s to give hugs all around. Annnnnnd my sister was conveniently baking brownies when I was unloading the car 😉 ..that trickster. Ah well the brownies were yummy..and I didn’t have that much stuff.

First on the docket was groceries for kabobs on the grill:

Steak and chicken, with pineapple and assorted veggies. They were even better than they look! Good thing we had a boy handy…because I’m not exactly a pro at “grilling out”. I mean, how hard could it be….I guess we could have figured it out eventually…and possibly come down with a case of salmonella in the process.

Tomorrow I start at the Navy Recruiter’s office for the week. We will see what they have in store for me. Hmm Hmm.





Hola Septiembre

5 09 2011

Well, it’s officially September.

The month I graduate.

The month I depart Florida.

The month I get to go home to see the friends and fam.

The month I drive from FL to CA.

The month I pray I don’t die on said cross-country trek make it safely across America.

The month I discovered the dangerously wonderful shoedazzle.com.

The month I found a new scrapbooking store: Scraphappy of Pensacola

Although my time seems to be crawling here in Florida while at school, a lot of stuff has happened. The aforementioned “Hell on Heels” album came out…..But let’s not dwell on the past. There are a couple albums which I have been blown away by.

1. Eric Church’s “Chief” (title track, Homeboy)

2. Far East Movement’s “Free Wired” (think, liiiiike a G6)

In other news, I went home last weekend -last minute trip- to a friend’s wedding. It was very refreshing to see everyone and share the day with them. There was dancing, decorations, yummy food, and some great cake! As always great cake. Oh, and I even learned how to 2-step! It helps having a good partner who knows what they’re doing, southern accent to boot!

Upon my return to Alabama/Florida, I was greeted by the ugly face of Lee. The Tropical Storm Lee. Let me tell you, this kid is hideous. The rain, the wind, the waves. The waves on Orange Beach are crazy. As in, more crazy than Pipeline on Oahu crazy. Aka where the pros go for tournaments. For a generally mild-waved area, this shit’s bananas. The flag today was red. Which is what I assumed would be the harshest of weather, but no, there is a double red flag status which means you get arrested if you are found on the beach. Who would be out in weather even worse than this I do not know. But I did see some surfers out the last few days trying to catch some waves, and kill themselves in the process. Now, is it really worth it? I’d hate to go out for something silly like that…

Lee gettin' some

Other August News:

-Making guacamole for the first time. For a “wingin-it” recipe, it turned out quite nicely. The key is having fresh avocados. And good tomatoes.

-I have discovered the alleged all-fruit smoothies at Mc D’s are pretty damn delicious. (Now, on the topic of whether or not it’s entirely fruit in there, the jury is still out)

-A Mac desktop has been added to my “Christmas in October” wishlist. I am in near-desperate need for a new comp. The current, a Macbook from 2008 has served me well, but after four years I think it’s time for an upgrade. I am now 3 operating systems behind, and my stuff doesn’t seem to be working as well as it used to.

-My girls from home came to visit and we had a wonderful time. It was so nice to see my WIgals, and it was like we hadn’t missed a day, catching up on old times, shopping, and beaching. We went to a few different beaches, bars, and malls. Also we got matching tattoos. I know what you’re thinking, *cringe* “Matching tattoos?” Totally 90s, right? But we wanted to get something to represent our friendship, so we all got some form of a bird or a feather, to go with the saying “Birds of a feather flock together.” I got a feather that looks similar to the one over there —>





HUNGRY Howie’s

3 06 2011

I just ordered pizza. Yum Yum Yum.

Yum.

Thin crust with cheese. And some garlic bread. Yums in my tums.

I just watched the first episode of The Bachelorette. It was RIVETING. I live for that show. Ashley is just the right mix of crazy, happy, and secure all wrapped up in a teeny tiny midget sized package. There are so many good guys there for her. Except for Bentley. I hate him. He seems like a total used car salesman sleaze. For reals, Ash, wisen up. They showed a sneak peak of the whole season, and it looks like he’s there to stay, even though his confessionals have him talking about how he wished it was Emily and that he doesn’t even like Ashley. So why waste your time leading her on and being a poser? No clue. There is also a creeper from Kansas City, MO that has a mask on the entire first episode, and he doesn’t let on that he’ll be taking it off anytime soon. Why does the wierdie have to be from MO?? There are a few guys that are rather decent. A lawyer from New Orleans, a construction manager from New York, etc. Who will sheee choose?

<———-supercute shoes

Do you think Matthew Morrison’s album is any good? I’m debating downloading it.

Oh! And my Vamp Diaries Season 2 download is nowwww complete. Score. Guess what I’m doing all weekend!





Spring Packing

9 04 2011

Alright folks, time to get some shit organized in preparation for my pack out on Wednesday. Let me tell you, that should be an interesting post.

I suspect the moving company to come in like they always do with 2-3 people who hardly speak english and they pack your shit like madmen. You really got to keep an eye on them to make sure they pack everything nicely. Ie: vases, picture frames, pans, things of that nature. Sometimes they just throw your shit in boxes. They do replace what is broken, but the claims process is a pain. When I left Hawaii and the movers came to pack my shit up, 1. they tried to pack my roommate’s couch…as they were sitting on it…2. When they were finished and departed the premisis, they left broken shards of glass in the front yard..hmmm

Another time, when movers came to Missouri to pick up my shit, they literally shattered my glass table top that I got in Hawaii. Like, irreplaceable huge glass table top. It’s a table that sat about 12 around it. I think it was from Goodwill actually, but you bet your buttons I’m going to file a claim when my goods get to California.

Sidetracked, anyhow, today I started going through all of my boxes that have been packed and in storage since I got here in APR 2009.

Exhibit A:

As you may have guessed, it turned out to be a mess. It always gets messier before it gets organized. Took me the whole day, but I think I have my shit in order. I don’t want the movers to come in and pack up the table or dishes that belong to Somerset. I pulled everything out of the spare room, bathrooms, closets, storage, kitchen, and it’s all in one place. Namely the living room, which appears to be a bit of a mess, but the things I could box up, I did and it’s ready to go for the movers! One step closer. I know the B is cringing while reading this, don’t worry 6 months will pass by quickly. I promise.

During my organization I realized that I may have more of a problem than I thought. Found these in storage:

Exhibit B:

My lovlies

Not only do I have several purses, I’m afraid I found even more shoes:

Exhibit C:

When I was in the states I would Ebay my stuff frequently so I guess it never really piled up like this…. I mean, I do wear them all..well most of them… 😉

They all have purposes and so do my satchels!

Okay, stay tuned for my horror story pack out on Weds