So this one was given to me by Amber. She took this picture today, with this comment: "Really? I mean, REALLY?! Let's just drive on out into the middle of an intersection with a red light and just STAY THERE!"
oh wow this person must want to die. I am going to make a point to look for this kind of shit here in DC because I know worse happens. May use husband's video option on his phone and get a clip of how stupid the beltway traffic is.
This is just a random list of things I like and things that make me happy. Try reading this, thinking of these things, and not smiling. Not that easy, is it? What makes you happy?
Acorns, owls, and willow trees. Peacocks, the color blue, and things that sparkle. Sakura, Japanese Cherry Blossoms, and holding my grandmothers hand (her skin is so soft). Buttons of all shapes and sizes. Autumn colors and the first chill of fall. Quiet music of nature, the moon and stars. Touching green leaves, smell of fresh cut grass, and the smell of rain. Early morning sunlight, first star at night, seeing the moon during the day. Giraffes, llamas, and the smell of soap. Old farm houses, little country churches, and the sound of a distant train. Cupcakes and vanilla ice cream. Baby kisses, sea shells, and wide open spaces. Hammocks, breezes, and Saints football. Good morning kid cuddles, first morning coffee, and lady bugs. Thinking, quiet time, and obvious blessings. Wearing a jacket for the first cool day of the year, ferris wheel, pressed flowers, and Sunday Bar-B-Q. Fresh out of the oven cookies, tall glass of milk, and scarves. Watching movies I saw as a kid with my own child, treasure hunts, and popcorn. New pillows, fun jewelery, a accidental professional looking snapshots, those old "reliable" jeans. Cotton shirts, screen printing, and embroidery. Etched glass, stamped metal, wood carving, the smell and feel of fresh sawdust. Butterflies, snow flakes, pine cones, ginger snaps, and home made ornaments. Fairies, mushrooms, and imagination. Sound of waves on the beach, feel of sand under foot, smell of suntan lotion/sunblock. Hats, learning new things, wisteria, and Dodinsky poetry. Classic pearls, classic names, and chivalry. Wire trees and being crafty. Tree lined walkways and tree lined driveways. Teaching my son new things and seeing/hearing that he actually remembers them. Etsy, Facebook, YouTube, & LHS. South Carolina, Louisiana, Alabama, & Missouri. Tulips, hydrangeas, and orchids. Laughter, not having to always watch what you say, being absolutely comfortable with the people you are with. Crunch of fallen leaves, the smell of apples and cinnamon, and the smell of oranges and cinnamon. Fresh new bed sheets, new socks, and blankets right out the dryer. Coffee, the sound of wind in the tree tops, seeing trees dance in the breeze. Sound of locust, picnics, and grass on bare feet. Trying new food and realizing you like it. Feeling the texture of flower petals, charm bracelets, green lights, and hoodies. Favorite stuffed animals, new movies, and bright moonlight. Music to dance and exercise to, relax with, and sing along to, and music you can just hang out with. Castles, plantation houses, and guest rooms that people put time into. New (good) haircut, your hair doing exactly what you want it to do, finding that new dress that fits you just right. Piano, guitar, oboe, clarinet, saxaphone, violin, cello, and harp music. Musicals, talent shows, and plays. Best friends, other friends, and family. New purse, new shoes, and new jewelery. Straight priorities, devotion, loyalty, truth, trust, and comfort. The alphabet, fleur de lis, and "Who Dat". Crawfish, hot boiled shrimp, and boiled crabs.
I'm sure I'll add more later, but I think I may let you mull these over for a while....
This is a Lily of France brand bought at Kholes for about $40. I was a C when I got it but have shrank so full effect isn't there. It is a push up with adjustable cleavage! The gold clip at the front has 3 settings that I call modest, date and booty call, basically just pulls the ladies together for better view. I feel sexy in this even wearing a tee or sweat shirt. The pattern just makes you want to stare for hours. Super comfortable, which is a big deal because I sincerely hate all bras. Can be removed with two fingers! Great support.
So like a year ago I shot this. It is the only thing here in LA I have ever done on-screen, as everything else I have done has been crew or post-related.
So, am I any good? I know I could be worse! :-P
Scene from Painting X's on the Moon in this scene: Christopher Campos (me, the fat guy) and Blake Jackson
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I don't care how big your truck is, Dude. Taking up 2 lanes/parking places/what-have-you makes you, Sir, a class A ass hole! Congrats on being the first "Ass Hole" post!!
P.S. - If you have any you want to add, send me a message! I'll do what I can to get the picture and story up there! Yes, a picture is required. A story to accompany is even better, though sometimes pictures speak for themselves.
There are uses for dually wheels - towing horse trailers, car trailers, or whatever their little red neck hearts desire - on poor roads, but I'd say that 90% of the dually light trucks out there are just for show. It's mostly a Southern thing, as far as I know.
The "Hooah" wife She's so hardcore about her soldier she may as well be one. Her wardrobe has more camoflage than her husbands and she has at least one purse made out of an old set of BDUs or ACUs. She decorates in red, white and blue or in camoflage tones. She is more patriotic than is healthy. She may very well know the rules of her branch of the military better than her husband. If she works it's likely on post, probably volunteers for all activities having to do with her husband's unit. This wife is likely to be the one to avoid gossip. She will be active in the FRG-family readiness group. All forms of wife have a bit of hooah but few are HOOAH. (AKA HUA-Hear you Understand you Acknowledge you.)
The "Flipflops & PJs"
(1)This wife is usually a house wife and/or stay at home mom. Comfort is more important than appearance because she's super busy. Even though she tends to look messy she can be ready in 15 minutes to go out with her girls or man for a night of fun. Her day consists of cleaning, cooking, child care and any other domestic duties. She lives to make life easy for her soldier in most cases, takes time to do small things to make him happy. At least once a month will bust out with super cute outfit before he's home from work to surprise him. 50/50 chance of gossiper/drama starter. (2) This is the bad version, the one none of us want to be...the 400 lb lazy one that wears pjs or sweats because nothing else fits. She thinks she has it made, pay check every two weeks and barely has to deal with spouse because he volunteers to deploy to get away from her. If she has children they are messy, rude, under-educated and neglected in most cases; or they are totally spoiled with love and material things, still probably rude but will look nicer and possibly educated to their age level. 90% chance of gossip and drama, will make up crap to start trouble to take attention off herself or to bring it to herself.
The "Trophy"
(1) Kind of self explanitory...she's always 100% done, hair, nails, make up, clothes, shoes...even pet/kid if applicable. Not exactly what one would think her to be most of the time. She usually works for her money to look good, takes care of things and sees it as part of her role as wife to look nice-we do reflect on our husbands in the words of the army. She will be a no drama lady. (2) This is the one you thought of, she's done and the bitch that only cunts can be friends with. She's just in it for the money, has put the soldier in debt up to his eyes and keeps getting new credit cards monthly. If she works it is in a place she can get discounts on what she wants. She probably doesn't do any thing for her soldier and is rarely seen with him, she is too busy clubbing and partying with her hooker friends. She is the drama.
The Officer's Wife
Obviously she is married to a high brass whom is in charge of a number of soldiers. She could be part of any of the other categories, because really it takes all types. (1) She's a true lady, elegant, well spoken and keeps to herself unless it is beneficial to her family or her career. She more than likely does have a career not just some job. More than likely is high in the chain of command of the FRG because she will be privy to information before most others. She has mostly other officer's wives as friends and conciders it an elite group. 0% drama
(2) The wolf in hiding type thinks she holds the same sway as her husband. She tries to give orders to other wives, those married to her husbands subordinates. She destroies the moral of the soldiers and their families. During deployments she intercepts messages and will change them to suit her desires, such as if there is a communication black out due to an injury or fatality she will make families worry needlessly even if the incident was in a different batallion. She is a bully and will cause unrest in marriages, demoralization amongst the troops and this could result in unnecessary loss during deployment. THE DRAMA (3) Just your regular working woman taking care of her family, even if her job is just taking care of the home and kids or a sales job from home but she may work outside the home. She likes fun just as much as any other and still knows her responsibilities to her fellow spouses during any time the soldiers are gone. She keeps moral up, helps organize activities for the families and truely loves doing her part to support our troups.
Dual Military
This is when both husband and wife are in uniform. I personally have only met one such group but know of a few more. (1) There were serious problems in the couple I knew personally. Debt because they both just knew they would be promoted soon, but when you are a soldier problems at home can affect your ability to be promoted. If your boss knows you fight with your spouse about money they will deny you a promotion...which is stupid to deny you more money when you are short on it. There can be serious envy if the couple is of different ranks, especially if the woman is the higher. It's sexist but that's how it goes it seems. The wife sees it as her duty to prove women are just as capable as men and this causes stress at home.
(2) A loveless relationship. Both work over-time even though there is no extra money. All either care about is how theirself looks on paper. Sometimes it is only one, and in the case I know of it is the wife. She doesn't know how to interact with people. A perfectionist of the 'my way is the best way' genre and of course her way isn't the way of the Army. She get very upset when she is proven wrong and feels as if she has been made to look like a fool or has been dissrespected. Has no idea how a family works and therefore causes problems for any soldiers she is in charge of by keeping them late after work and/or demanding they be in hours early for work. More than likely a marriage based on the fact that dual marriage, especially of higher ranks, results in much more housing money/better on post housing and more 'respect' (fear of reprecutions) from coworkers and neighbors. (3) Very supportive couple. Neither sees the other's accomplishments as a slight to them personally or to their gender. Each is genuinely proud of the other and would not have any other lifestyle. One or the other probably joined after the marriage, or they joined together during engagement or met during AIT-the education part of basic. They balance work and home and even though life for them both is the military they do have life outside of it. They will get flack from the nonmilitary parts of their families, especially if they have children, because of trying to deploy at the same times: "You'll make the children orphans." (Which along with medical reasons is why I am not in the Army) The wife is a fun loving type, she knows that there is more risk of dieing in a car wreck for soldiers than in Iraq and plans to love every minute of her life. The home they live in will be well kept because the duty is shared. She will be nice looking even if in sweats wit out make up, she takes excellent care of her body. Both do best to avoid drama.
Freak!
In the civilian world she is called goth, emo, grunge, freak or the like. Self expression is her biggest joy and she really doesn't care what you think. Her piercings and tattoos are not covered to keep from offending others because she knows her personallity will speak for itself should some one take the time to know her. She will most likely be more anal about her home being clean and her idea of cozy than almost any other type of wife. There are all kinds of women in this type, bitches, sweet hearts, shy girls, party girls, trophies, hooahs, flipflops are rare but happen. All love their soldier like mad regardless of if they like the military.
For now that is all I can think of, will add another article or edit to this one later if more comes to me. Hope you all enjoyed this peek into my world :)
I just had a thought that some day some one I have met in my Army life may join this sight so I thought it prudent to do this. All my articles are based on my experience and from my prospective. I don't intend to offend or single out any one. I don't mention names with out permission and will only use initials (probably not real ones) if a story I tell has too may people in it. If any one thinks they recognize the situation I write about please let me know of any issues you have with it in a private message. Not that we don't have our fair share of bull shitting going on here, I just don't want to answer my door to an angry mob one day.
If I had a choice to cover up my big ass or show off my chicken legs, I'd cover up my ass.
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I have some questions about this...
How in the hell did you get them up that high? Did you not look into a mirror to see your belly and ass haning out? Did you even look DOWN to see this? Can you not feel how painfully tight that is? How do your chicken legs support the rest of your body? Who told you that was even remotely attractive? You'd be far more attractive if you "balanced out" your body by buying jeans that fit your ass. I promise we'd rather see you in a larger, better fitting pair of pants than this. Always. If you need help, I will happily help you find some clothes that fit! I'll happily call Stacy & Clinton to come help! They are even better than I am!! Please, if you need help, ask! And stop raiding your friend's daughter's closets! It really isn't becoming of you!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!!! I wore some not quite appropriate things when my muffin top was bad but never to the degree I should have been stoned in a town square...
I loathe people that walk around acting all "self entitled". Really. I owe you nothing and you look like an ass hole.
Hey old guy with the black socks pulled up to your knees and bad comb over...Yeah you. The one walking into Lowe's. I know you are at a pedestrian crossing. I'm stopping. That doesn't mean you have to give me an eat shit look and then turn your nose up at me because you think you "forced" me to stop. I stop for all the pedestrians. Ooooooohhhhhhh...... You got to walk your ass in front of my car! Unimpressive. Now had you stopped my car like Superman would have? Although it would have totalled my vehicle, I would have been impressed.
Hey young, short, early balding, Asian guy. I'd like to get the hell out of WalMart, too. I have a basket full of bags that are full of overpriced shit. Not to mention I SEVERELY dislike this place. (Is there anyone that actually does like WalMart?) So when you look at me, cut me off, and proceed to SLOW DOWN. It makes me want to run your ass over! And when you continue to walk slow, look back over your shoulder at me, and somehow "accidentally" stay in front of me every time I swerve to get around you, the urge to put cart tracks along your back side gets harder to resist. Really. And when I smiled at you when I was finally able to get around you? That was my, "Fuck you, you fucking fucktarded fuck" smile. It is dangerous. Next step would have been bodily harm. Had you been cute, had a cute backside, or kept speed, I wouldn't have to have imagined me making you eat concrete.
I try to take a cue from my friend Amber. She smiles & waves when cars stop to let her go. (Ever since her kid in a cart almost got run over by someone that should have stopped and then called HER a bitch, she doesn't automatically assume people will stop.)
It never ceases to amaze me that people walk around being ass holes, and then get pissed off when someone is an ass hole to them - like they didn't have it coming.
I know how you feel, I went shopping the other day and some bitch put her cart in front of my car while she unloaded. Ok, I can wait a minute while you situate your kids. Then an ass parks by the cart and hits it with his door causing it to hit my car! So I ended up waiting almost 10 minutes to leave because the woman took forever to load her brats, the guy did grab the cart but gave me an eat shit look like I'd put it there when I was already in the car and he saw the hoe loading her kids....ugh I think shopping for food and necessities makes every one cranky.
Here I am, The Army Wife, and I have such little to write about to enlighten you as to the world of the military spouce. The problem is that right now all I do is take care of our home and son, we don't have Army friends here and I rarely leave the house at all other than for doctor appointments. I will think back on my life as a wife and see what I can find that may interest some one now... Does every one remember BDUs? The old camo that actually looked like hunting wear not computer generated junk? Well at our first home there was a sergent that thought that ironing was a wife's job, and I will iron any thing asked of me but I do not touch army gear. One day I had an appointment in the clinic my husband worked in and while I was there the Sgt pulled me aside to ask me why my husbands uniform wasn't up to par. I looked at him quite confused and asked what he meant, it looked just as pressed as every one else's just with out the starch residue over the hidden buttons. Luckily my husband spoke up before I got us all in trouble and explained that I don't do uniforms. Later he told me that the Army standard for uniforms was met but this particular Sgt wanted to go above and beyond-to look good on paper-but all it did was wear out the material of the clothing more quickly. This is one of many reasons I actually like the ACUs, even though I think they are ugly as hell, no ironing and much less maintenence.
So here we go again. I'm not a daily girl, but I'll share again. The lighting is deceiving when it comes to color (it's melon, not orange), but pretty good to show how well it treats "the girls". It's a great bra for fashion purposes, but as far as running around and being active? Not at all! But that's ok. I wouldn't go as far as calling it a date bra (it lacks the "pretty/sexy" for that) but it's very easily removed for when you're in a hurry and ready to get at it (like I would be if I had a chance at Jacob Black/Taylor Lautner)!
"I'm having the most ridiculously craptastic day. No lie my car just got hit by a moose, yeah, you read that right the frigging moose hit me not the other way around. No real damage to me, moose was fine too, actually I think it gave me the finger as it ran off. Think it would be inappropriate to find a restaurant order chocolate cake, a bottle of wine and cry hysterically while chocking this day up as a complete loss?"
And then I see this: "Dear Wednesday, Please be nicer to me than Tuesday. This shouldn't be hard to do just keep all suicidal moose away from my car and voilà already a better day."
So if you've read any of my other stuff, you'll kinda get how my brain works. When she said her car got hit by a moose, I see the moose wlaking up to her car and hitting it with it's hoof. (Or would that be kicking it?) And the idea that this moose has spontaniously sprouted an extra appendage on it's hoof, and as it's walking away kinda turning it's head back to look at her and lifts a hoof just to flip her off just makes me laugh every freaking time!
What percentage of people that hear The Kink’s song “Lola” still don’t know that in that song, Lola is a man? If you had asked me that question a month ago, I would have said less than 5%. But if my Facebook friend’s are an indicator of the general population’s brainpower, that number is something like 45 to 60%. YES, I’m saying that many of you are stupid. Prove me wrong.
Speaking of my Facebook friends. Can you please, just try, once, to be something other mind numbingly dull? Is it really so difficult to write something interesting? I care not for the fact you had peas and carrots for dinner yesterday. However, if during the course of having those peas and carrots for dinner you got into a knife fight with a Columbian drug lord, I’ll hit the LIKE button.
I dare you watch a movie with subtitles and no explosions.
I saw on the internet the other day that the NYSE allowed the cast of Jersey Shore to ring the opening bell. Really? Really really?
If several of the people you consider “close friends” die of drug and alcohol problems, you seriously need to take a second look at yourself. You are either the reason they are dead, or have so much in common with them that you serve little purpose on the planet. Can you speed up the process and just kill yourself now? You’re most likely just as worthless as your dead friends.
I still think Weird Al is funny more often than he is not, so fuck you!
I fucking hate hate hate hate the word “beau” used in any context. The only thing I like about that word is that it quickly identifies a shitty writer with whom I will never waste time reading again. It’s a stupid word.
And speaking of shitty writing, I gawdamn hate sex puns. When someone calls themselves a “sexpert” I want to know what that person’s lungs look like in the glow of office lights. It’s lazy and unoriginal writing and the idea of weaving non-subtle innuendo into an article about how much cum burns when it lands in your eye is pointless at best.
All puns are stupid!
I once said to someone that some thngs go together like black guys and redheads.
When I wear khaki pants and I go to the restroom, after I urinate I make certain to shove my dick way down inside my pants leg as far as it will go. That way if there is an escaping little bit of piss dribble, the stain will be way to the south of the standard position, and while it is embarrassing, people will at least think I have big dick.
why is it that one of the major side effects is suicidal thoughts? seriously why give some one having problems something that has a good chance of making it worse? fuck it, it's this or be scared to leave the house. i am sick of being scared and i know how to control the random thoughts that seep in so i'm not worried. seeing the doc on monday coming up and maybe we can get this all worked out. stopped being tired all the time which was the initial side effect but now i can't sleep hardly at all. i wish they would just figure out how to test a person's chemistry to know what they need to be normal. i can't think either...just trying to put together my thoughts to write this is giving me a brain cramp, yes a brain cramp.
Sometimes a girl has just got to cry. No rhyme or reason other than to just let everything go. So when she comes to you looking for a shoulder, don't ask her, 'What's wrong?' Just be there. She'll say what needs to be said or she will simply thank YOU for being there when she needed someone (you) most.
there are some things the hospitals push on you as a soldier or spouse, mainly ibuprofen and tylenol. no matter what the problem is, bleeding to death? take tylenol, got a migraine? ibuprofen....and if you happen to be a woman with 'woman problems they push IUDs into you. i don't know about other women but i for one am glad this damned thing last 5 years because once it comes out they will not be shoving another in. on the other hand it will make pms and period go away so i guess i will live. moral: if your woman got an IUD eat her just a bit more to show you apreciate the lack of 'that time'
To the blonde 40 something lady wearing her teenage daughter's hot pink tank dress with a zebra print belt, matched perfectly with an insane silver sequin oversize hand bag, and sporting the very flashy ankle bracelet, I applaud you! YOU look like you are somewhere between being in denial about your age and being a hooker. Not all of us are that brave.
P.S.- Try buying clothes for yourself instead of buying all the clothes for your daughter and then borrowing them.
Did I mention that I started an anti-anxiety/depression medication? Well I did and I'm glad to say it's making me feel better even through the side effects. I quit smoking Thursday night, been talking about it for years but finally just decided to. That's almost $300 a month that can go to other stuff like new clothes for my ever-shrinking-ass and shoes for my obsession...and tattoos ^.^ I decided not to drink any more when I woke up at 5 this morning-Sunday- with what felt like full body restless leg syndrome. I know it was a reaction with the medication and I shouldn't have been drinking any way. I drank a few shots about 2 weeks ago and was just a bit affected but now the med is in me good and I had more than a few shots, I was drunk. Been trying to shake the funky feeling for almost 20 hours now and have a 3 &1/2 hour ride home coming up in a bit...gonna be soooooo much fun.
ahhhhh! I have to get up and move again because if not I may drop my laptop and break it. My right arm is like a separate being right now.
