"Truth is a Rare thing, it is Delightful to Tell it" -Emily Dickinson

That being said, Michelle Obama will grace Fort Jackson with her presence tomorrow to congratulate the newest members of the Army, and touch on childhood obesity? Really? Because this is the perfect platform for her to discuss chunky children. At an Army Graduation. Huh. She knows nothing about the Army way of life, or of the sacrifices we make on a daily basis. I bet she doesn't know that even after a deployment we are below the poverty line. I'm just DYING to hear her "Truth".

Is it wrong that when he told me  she was going to be here, all I heard him say was that he was going to be here? Wishful thinking  maybe, but at least I dream big! 

I seriously heard Gerard somehow. I have developed quite a sick obsession with him lately, rivaling the notorious Slim Shady Saga of 2001/02! GASP! Be afraid!

Back to the subject at hand, since I have clearly lost my way! Michelle Obama will be here in mere hours. Randy and the others are angry because of the security measures being taken. They are actually running a check on him before they let him on the field...he worked for Bush on multiple occasions and never had that headache! Politicians are bad. And Randy said it would be like if a Generals Wife came. Who the fuck CARES. I am not interested in her politickin'. However, I would LOVE to know what words of WISDOM the wise one has for these new soldiers. Gag. Me. With. A. Pitchfork. 

Or, he can. It's whatever!

You know....we made the Und look good.

Another one bites the Dust

Hi Kids....we have an issue that requires urgent attention. The subject matter is a young man who will go unnamed, for very obvious reasons (the boy has lost his damn mind). My bff Melkins, is having some problems yet again, with aN internet "friend" stalking her. Alas, he can't be handle properly because he is, in fact, on the goddamn fucking INTERNET. IE: fake...NOT REAL! Internet friends are easily made, and just as easily discarded. They dont really count in the scheme of things.

Although my Melkins is dear to me, she seems to have one great fault. She can attract a psychopath in real life as easily as on the web. They are drawn to her like flies to honey. I have tried to warn my dear Melkins, because I fear this particular creep will hop a greyhound and propose yet again, while thinking that he would recieve better results in person. However, young sir, all this will bring you a big fat RESTRAINING ORDER. How soon we forget, My Melkins is a PoPo in Training. Word? Word.

Just because you say you are a member of the Church of Melkins, doesn't mean you are automatically VIP. You have to work up to VIP, and you are a little too squirelly for all of that. You need to chill on the creepiness. What you have to understand, is your nothing special. Nothing she hasn't seen before. Proposal? Can you be anymore generic? You think your the first? Do you actually think you'll be the last? Please, take a fucking number and get a clue. I'm saying she isn't intentionally toying with you...you just have to know Mandy. And obviously you don't. You are taking cyber friend, and trying to turn it into an episode of the Young and the Restless. To her, you are just someone to talk to when its convinient. Your friendship is not necessary, and is becoming quite burdensome.

In closing, to an extent I know how you feel. She is a wonderful person, and is an even better friend. She is one of the most fabulous people I know...but she doesn't need or deserve the drama. She has been nothing but kind to you, and she isn't going to try to work to keep your friendship. Its either there or its not. Internet friends are easily decieved...and if she says she is going to bed, and just doesn't feel like talking, don't fucking check up on her. Its not your business. Maybe she wants to take a break from Cyberspace to go fuck her HUSBAND.

Disclaimer: IF YOU ARE AN INTERNET FRIEND OF MELKINS, AND SHE HAS NOT MET YOU IN PERSON, THEN YOU ARE, IN FACT, A FICTIONAL CHARACTER. YOUR FEELINGS BARE ON MEANING IN THE SCHEME OF THINGS. SHE WILL NOT INTENTIONALLY HURT YOU, UNLESS SHE DEEMS IT NECESSARY AT THE TIME. IF YOU CANNOT DEAL WITH THE FACT THAT YOU ARE SOMEWHAT INSIGNIFICANT IN HER EYES, THEN YOU NEED NOT TALK TO HER ANYMORE. I PROMISE YOU SHE WILL NOT BE OFFENDED. THANK YOU, HAVE A WONDERFUL CYBERFILLED FUCKING DAY.

A Love Letter To My Eden

I am so madly in love with my daughter. Deep and pure and unconditional. I cannot believe that I grew this beautiful, perfect, flawless creature inside me, and birthed her from my loins. Birth is a dirty business, one that I was not fully prepared for (who is?) and it was the hardest most fabulous thing I have ever done. The most fulfilling pain. She is such a miracle! Every time I look at her I smile. Without fail. She is such an awesome kid!!

She has two little teeth, and crinkles her nose when she smiles. When she was christened and the priest did the exorcism prayer she puked all over her antique Christening gown. (definitely my child) She will look up at you all cute and then attack! She drew blood the other day! (Why the hell am I proud of that?) Eden has a fierce temper and when she wants it she wants it yesterday. She laughs ALOT...and is fearless. Every time she sees a puppy she tries to eat it. Her hair is a mess, and she snores, just like me. She also smacks in her sleep like her daddy!

When she gets mad she looks just like her Dad. I'm so glad I love that man...if we weren't together that would get on my nerves...alot. My Eden is the coolest kid I know, and I stay up nights planning for the..future. I have so many hopes and dreams for her already. I hope she is a romantic like me, with street smarts like her Daddy. I never want her to experience a broken heart, but I hope I raise her with confidence and self respect. I pray she is brave, and will dream big, and dance, take chances... I want her to be independent, and kind, and smart, and loyal and Happy. Above all else, I want her to be happy.

My beautiful miracle girl...you will never know how much you are loved... I want you to know that all the heartache and waiting was so worth it, and I am so lucky that you chose me to be your Mom. You are my sunshine little girl, and the best thing I have ever done.

First Wives Club

Ninety Five Percent of my friends are members of the first wives club. I have been thinking about it alot lately, and here is why. One of my friends from Fort Bragg knows that her husband is having an affair, and chooses to ignore it and act as if nothing is wrong. He has an impending deployment, and she is leaving ahead of him and moving her kids to his native Panama for the year. She is obviously NOT a member of the First Wives Club. 

Those of us that are card carrying members would never put up with that shit. I really think going through a divorce puts everything in perspective. It helps you realize that you can make it without a man, and it helps you know your self worth. (Hopefully) So that you don't have to go through that heartache ever again.  Kids or not, is it really worth staying in a shell of a marriage for the kids? Is that what you want them to think a healthy relationship looks like? It's selfish.

As a First Wife you know what you expect in a mate, what is acceptable and what is unforgivable. I feel bad for these once married women, and a little jealous. They will never know the heartache of a First Wife, but they are also missing out on the freedom you get after a divorce to find out who you are. If you were married before you were 25, you weren't old enough and experienced enough to make an educated decision on the right mate.


I guess her letting the Mister fuck around on her bothers me most because she doesn't have the balls to do something about it. Maybe I think it makes her weak. Maybe I wish when I was a first wife I had toughed it out. But mostly I am damn proud of myself for being strong enough to leave.

Circa 2001

This somehow reminds me of my first blog that I started circa 2001 on Live Journal. Oh how things have changed in the last ten years! The big D, shortly after leaving the big A-K, make ups, break ups, man eater, Army, nicotine, booze, Bragg, Morningstars, love, (Randy's bad big D) marriage, baby carriage. I'm pretty excited about blogging again. I just don't know if it will be as interesting as a 20 year olds thoughts and musings...who knows. Now it will be deeper and more informed. Less about drinking and more about thinking... Exploits of a married Mommy. Raising my Eden, and my Randy for that matter.

I'm so bored. There are no women to talk to at Fort Jackson. I have done the cafe mom thing trying to find a playdate for Eden and I. It gets to the point were I feel like I am pimping us out. This post is so small and nothing like what I am used to. At Fort Rich, I had tons of friends. Same at Fort Gordon, and Fort Bragg. This is the twilight zone. Noone comes out of their houses ever. They don't speak. So weird. I need some adult conversation. And, I'm about 110% sure Eden is sick at looking at my face. We need friends. We are social creatures.

The hardest part is Randy loving it here. Heather and I talked about that the other day. How do you tell your husband how bad you hate something when he really enjoys it there? Suffer in silence I suppose. They have friends. They are close with the guys they work with. Thank GOD for free long distance.