dear world....
Oh goodness, this is so wonderful - she’s not only a trainwreck, but the Bi-Polar Express.
too good for words.
can someone create a document for me that says Cherish,
in Archer font (or any other lovely girly [just classy] font),
and big.
if you can,
email me at: mare(dot)and(dot)kk(at)gmail(dot)com
i’ll tell you how big.
it is for a project.
i’ll be your best friend and bake you cookies,
and make you yummy enchiladas.
pretty please?
Dear Tumblr:
id like to be able to filter my dashboard.
not just search for words,
but have an option to see posts from specific people without having to go straight to their page.
sometimes, you cant see the notes or reblogs straight at the page.
or maybe i havent figure out how to do that.
ok. that is all.
this, my friend, is a lovely outfit. so lovely, in fact, that i would want to wear this on casual fridays. you, clearly, can offer me plenty of advice on how to dress. lord knows i need it. :(Smile Friday: Curvy girl in a skinny jean edition. Fashion police be damned… I do what I want.
Am wearing: Necklace - H&M from 100 years ago; Blouse - Liz Lange for Target - not just for the knocked up anymore; Cardi - Target (have this cardigan in 5 colors); Belt - Another Target purchase (I also have it in orange); Jeans- Old Navy! Go on with your jean selves, Old Navy; Shoes - Giani Bini - the most expense part of my outfit.
This is a picture of my Dad saying goodbye to me before leaving for Desert Storm.
Leaving as in my family and I watched him as he walked through a door and we returned to our home without him.
Leaving as in we talked to him through letters and tape recordings we would send back to each other so that he could hear our voices.
Before this day, he went through the same things the soldiers at Ft. Hood were doing today.
He had medical evaluations.
He wrote a will.
The shooting at Ft. Hood has shaken me.
This is a place that was my home,
it is a place where I would go to work with my dad,
it is a place where my family went and continues to go grocery shopping,
it is a place where I would go for medical treatment
it is the place where my little brother was born.
it is a place I still go to when I am back in Texas.
No matter what, Ft. Hood will always be a part of me.
I felt safe there.
Now, the military -
You see it is also a part of me. A big part.
I was raised by a military man -
A military man, in fact, who is a retired Major,
a military man who enlisted when he was 18 years old straight out of high school so that he could have the opportunity to go to college,
a military man who served in Vietnam as a medic.
Let me repeat that:
IN VIETNAM AS A MEDIC.
And mind you, he didn’t agree with that war either, and he didn’t want to go.
But he did.
He served a country he was not born in in a war he did not agree with.
This military man spent a great amount of time away from his family,
and towards the end of his career, he served in Desert Storm.
He is also the most intelligent man I have ever known.
The Army provided my family with many opportunities and I am thankful for them.
It’s not easy to be part of the military (especially in these times)
but those of us who have experienced it know that it is a fraternity of sorts.
Everyone has each others’ back.
This doesn’t mean, however, that I am a raging republican -
I’m not. (I opposed and still do oppose the war.)
But what happened today (as I said before) is not excusable.
I don’t care that the person who did this is Muslim.
What I care about is the fact that this person has shattered the lives of numerous people.
These people who were going to go overseas to serve their country, uphold their Oath of Enlistment,
were murdered on their own base.
Despicable.
I completely get that he didn’t want to go -
If it were me, my boyfriend, my father, or my brother I wouldn’t want them to go either.
But this was not and will never be the answer.
The military paid for at least part of his education and he was obligated to serve in return for that education just as my Dad did.
What happened today should never have happened.
It saddens me that a soldier turned on his fellow soldiers,
and that this is not the first time it has happened.
I don’t know how it could have been prevented - I have no answer.
All I know is that it is wrong,
that I will pray for those who died, those who were injured, and their families.
I will also pray for Major Hasan.
How lost he must have been.
How angry.
People will undoubtedly disagree with me,
but he should be held to the Uniform Code of Military Justice,
and I believe be court martialed.
He disrespected the Oath he took as a soldier,
the Oath he took as a doctor,
the uniform he wore,
and the soldiers who turned to him for help.
“ These are men and women who have made the selfless and courageous decision to risk, and at times give, their lives to protect the rest of us on a daily basis. It’s difficult enough when we lose these brave Americans in battles overseas. It is horrifying that they should come under fire at an Army base on American soil. ”
President Obama
Agreed.
Shooting at Ft. Hood, 11 killed, plus gunman; two others held
this is despicable.
No words describe this.
I come from a military family.
My father served 21 years in the Army and retired.
He went to two wars,
spent years (YEARS) away from his family.
No matter what you think about the military and war,
Military life is not easy.
It’s not the right life for some,
But it was the right one for my family.
I have the utmost respect for these people and their families.
I’m tired of reading sad news,
I’m tired of hearing about the violence,
I’m tired of hearing about lives that are being taken.
But no matter what,
There is no excuse for taking ANYBODY’S life.
Even these people’s lives.
thing that bothers me early in the morning: lengthy emails that tell me how do what i already know how to do. :(
one year ago today,
my vote mattered.
people from all different walks of life gathered to watch history unfold.
and in some ways there was much to celebrate for.
we are a part of history.
it will forever be in history books.
people always say they want something to change,
and by golly did it.
one year ago today,
we went to work,
held our breaths the entire day.
we refreshed every website that had coverage,
we texted friends,
we hoped and prayed,
and hoped and prayed some more.
we drank,
and eventually we celebrated.
we cried tears of joy and happiness,
tears that carried new hopes for ourselves, our friends and family (my sibling),
for our future children,
and for our future children’s children.
our dreams became a reality one year ago today.
what a great day.
