So Long and Thanks for All the Fish!

So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish

As many of you know, the time has come for me to move on from A Boy, A Girl, and the Marine Corps.  I have loved blogging here, but have found that my new diagnosis and all that comes with it has made this blog feel a little less about my real life. This blog started as a place to for me to cope with a deployment, but as the years have moved on, I find that I blog about military life less and less. I have loved you all so much and hope you will join me on my new journey at It’s Not Me, You Suck.  Same content as here, but with a few more swear words.  Or maybe, more or less that same as that too. I have enjoyed this blogging journey so much and will miss this site.  It will remain live indefinitely for anyone who Continue reading

Dear Blogger Networks: Why Don’t You LIKE Me?

Why Don't You Like Me

Oh, right, it’s probably my use of phrases like “dicking around” and posts like my now all too famous “Homemade Swear Words” or the time I wrote about feeding my dogs virgin blood… but in all fairness, really, I just want what’s best for dogs in the most ridiculous and pretentious manner possible. It probably doesn’t help that last month my most popular post was titled, “My husband wouldn’t stab me,” in which I detailed how I begged my husband to stab me on video.  HEY! I did it for YOU.  And there might have been something about a stab proof vest in there… I can’t be expected to remember all the things. But, regardless of their true reasons why, I have been declined by every blog network I’ve applied for.  I usually get these really fabulous diplomatically vague answers about my content and numbers not being right for them Continue reading

My Doctors Said I’d Never Run Again, but it Doesn’t Mean They are Right: Spartan UP!

It might seem odd to have me, of all people, review a book written by the guy who started the Spartan Race. Truth be told, I’ve worked repeated with these guys over the last year. Why? Because prior to eight months ago, I was a runner. I ran the Tough Mudder and chronicled my journey right here on this blog. In fact, I was supposed to run the Spartan Race in just a few months. Things sure change quickly, don’t they? But, regardless of my ability to run or not, I am, in my heart, the very person this book was written for. I am the girl who thought I couldn’t do it, but wanted to so badly. And many of you may remember that I had my share of naysayers who told me I couldn’t do it. But I did. Now, I will admit that I’m still two chapters Continue reading

Marine Corps Social Mores vs Real Life

Since being out of work, things have been interesting.  Work was my primary source of human interaction outside of my husband, the Marine Corps, and our friends who are also Marines.  I have slowly begun to have situations where I realize that normal, non-Marine human interaction is really an important part of life. Marines swear.  They swear a lot.  And if they don’t already have a profane option for a word, they invent their own.  These are typically just other, random profane words strung together.  We had friends over for dinner and I said something that was really just a string of swear words in front of their four small children and paused.  It took about thirty seconds to realize they probably don’t talk like that at home. My husband affectionately refers to our dogs as “little F***ers.”  ‘Nuff said. Marines drink.  They drink A LOT.  A lot is an Continue reading

I Don’t Have Cookies, But Can I Interest You in a Sarcastic Comment?

Come to the Dark Side

I’ve been blogging on this here blog for a long time now.  Since 2008 if you really want to go back and listen to my immature and youthful ranting.  It started as “Deployment Woes,” and was a dinky little blog I used more or less as a journal. It had cutesy pre-made and free blog backgrounds and banners made for Blogger and entirely reflected who I was:  A young, stupid newlywed with a husband who was deployed. I’ve gone through a lot since then.  Illness, a troubled deployment, an even more troubled marriage and then even worse illness.  Through it all I kept on blogging.  I wrote even when nobody read it.  I have always used this place, my secret place, my super secret public journal, as a place to be unabashedly me. I sing in the shower and prefer Britney Spears and Katy Perry for the lovely echo effect. Continue reading

Cruel Irony

The definition of irony is one that tends to be lost on a lot of people.  And no, Alanis Morissette’s song doesn’t have a single true example of irony in it.  But what can be ironic are the odd twists of fate that might plague a single person’s life.  Let’s look at my life for example (who else was I going to pick? Really now.) and I will give you a few shinning examples of twists of fate that border on ironic. Really, there is just one recurring twist.  It’s the painful twist that I have held a variety of careers in my life and have excelled at many of them.  The twist comes in when I excel so readily, but learn that I don’t actually want to do it for a living.  The cruelty in that being that it sucks to be amazing at something that you wake up Continue reading

The Lessons We Can’t Unlearn


When my husband leaves my eyesight, my breath catches.  It catches from a year of sitting and waiting and wondering.  It catches because once we were speaking and a commotion broke out in the background and he yelled, “I have to go” before the line went dead.  It catches because I sat and waiting for three days before hearing that he was ok. There are things that you can’t undo in your life.  There are lessons you can’t unlearn and habits you can’t break no matter how hard you try.  My habit, my lesson, is that he is never guaranteed to be safe, no matter where he is.  And I can never be sure he is alive, unless I am physically talking to him or able to see him. And so I sit at home, my breath stuck in my chest, until he returns again. He admits that he doesn’t Continue reading

Living Life Online


“Sometimes, I sit down to write something and think I’m going one way, then I get done and went somewhere totally unexpected.  Then I realize, I don’t know where it came from, but it’s obviously something I needed to say.” – A Girl As a blogger, I basically live my life online.  It’s easy to say that I’m anonymous so that must mean that I hold some things close to my chest… maybe I do a little bit.  But the reality is that, as a blogger, my whole life is on display.  Everything.  The good, the bad, the weird, the unfortunate, and definitely the ugly. It also means that this is personal for me.  I am sharing my personal life with you. I am telling you the secrets that the people in my real life never get to hear.  I share my fears with you, the ones that I would Continue reading

Sometimes the Universe Points Its Finger at You and Laughs


There are these funny moments in life when the Universe at Large reminds you exactly who you are meant to be, who you are in your heart and then points its finger at you and laughs. Me?  I want to be a writer.  In some capacity.  I’m never going to write an award winning novel, but I write because I always have.  It’s what I know, it’s what my soul knows and it’s all my heart knows how to do.  I have a day job (kind of, not really anymore) and I have other things in my life, but if I go very long without writing something, I begin to lose my mind. Blogging, it just so happens, fills that writing void and I have grown very used to the style of writing in blog post form and the unique parts of what being a blogger is about.  But I’m Continue reading

A Lesson in Humility


The thing about blogging is that you can say whatever you want.  Anyone who has read my blog for long knows that, while I strive to be respectful, I also tend to type whatever comes into my head without much thought.  My Facebook fan page is even worse.  And while it makes for entertaining reading, it doesn’t always make for a good person. I had a lesson in humility today.  And while I won’t back down on the pet peeve I voiced, I will freely and openly admit that it was wrong of me to voice it so loudly. I posted a little, non-personal, Facebook status update on my page.  It was a step by step of how to ensure that you see all of the updates on the pages you follow.  The post itself got no shares and only one like.  However, it was copy and pasted by another Continue reading