Endometriosis

Dearest Reader,

     I may be just worrying for no reason, but maybe I should be concerned seeing as how this disease is hereditary. Endometriosis If any of you pray to any higher powers or magical beings, please keep me in your thoughts?

Yours truly,
     Alexa

3 Pictures from WinterHaven

(Left to Right) Andy and Kelsey. Buddies from work.

John Lennon and Yoko as penguins. LAWLS.

Only took a picture of this because Kevin LOVES ChickFilA

Christmas Eve Eve

Dearest Reader,

     It would seem that Christmas is in 2 days. Maybe it's because my attention was dedicated to my big move and the upcoming events in March, but it hasn't felt like Christmas for me. This year, instead of putting up decorations, I've been taking down pictures. I've been far too busy sorting my wardrobe into a skeleton making countless trips to Bookmans, Goodwill, and having a few yard sales. And to top it off, I'll be working Christams morning. Better get used to it now, seeing as how it will be a while before I can get Christmas off. It's not really special anyways unless you've got a family to buy for or some one special.

     I wouldn't call myself a Christmas Scrooge, however, I'd just much rather be refered to as being 'busy'. Also, this move is really taking a toll on my emotional stand. I can't help but be drowned out by the waves of memories that took place within the walls of my small abode. However, there are a few memories I could stand to forget I'm sure. All in all, I'm going to miss my house just the same.

Yours truly,
     Alexa

My favorite scene from a movie. EVER.

Dearest Reader,

Please enjoy.

Yours truly,
Alexa

Operation Baghdad Pups

Dearest Reader,

     I was watching TV this morning when I stumbled across a program titled Operation Baghdad Pups. It was on the military channel and hosted success stories of these dogs that were taken in by US troops. Soldiers would be deployed to Iraq and Iran and in these countries, they would come across homeless dogs and befriend them. These dogs are unofficial therapy dogs in the sense that they help troops cope with loss while overseas. Check out the site, maybe donate. Support the troops at Operation Baghdad Pups!

     "U.S. troops in Iraq and Afghanistan befriend local animals as a way to help cope with the emotional hardships they endure every day while deployed in a war zone.  The Operation Baghdad Pups program provides veterinary care and coordinates complicated logistics and transportation requirements in order to reunite these beloved pets with their service men and women back in the U.S. These important animals not only help our heroes in the war zone, but they also help them readjust to life back home after combat."
Yours truly,
     Alexa

Your timing is impeccable...

Dearest Reader,

     My mother and my step father Paul are separating, and just a few days before christmas. This year, the holidays look pretty grim...
I came home to drop off my first load of things. First odd thing I notice is that the two guest beds are in the garage. In the laundry room, there are bags of dishes and food sitting on top of the washer and dryer...odd. When I enter the home and kitchen, my mother has red and puffy eyes.

MOM "So...when can you start moving your things in?"
ME  "Uhmm..I can probably start moving stuff in this week."
MOM "Okay good, because Paul and the kids are moving out tomorrow so you can pick any room."

     Thats exactly how I found out. I wasn't too thrilled so I left and did a few laps around the neighborhood in which I called Kevin to let him know. Thinking of how I'd be helping Paulie move the next day, I also needed to take care of who would be covering my morning shift at work for me. So I called my roommate and bestfriend, Natalie. She didn't answer so I left her a somber message of what just happened and for her to call me back. Not even a minute after leaving the message she calls me back.

NAT "Hey, I got your message."
ME "Yeah, so you think you can work for me tomorrow morning? You know, if you're not already working at the studio?"
NAT "Well...I work tomorrow night at three..."
ME "Want to switch shifts? I'll work for you if you work for me, because I'm helping Paulie move stuff into his new appartment tomorrow."
NAT "Yeah...I mean, I guess I can switch with you tomorrow. But I was planning on going shopping with my mom before my shift at three so....it'd probably be best to just leave it the way it is and you just show up for your shift."

     Are you kidding me? Did I not just tell you on the message how my family is falling apart and I'm helping my step dad move into his new appartment?! She eventually switched shifts with me but COME ON. It was like pulling teeth! I thought thats what best friends did for eachother. You know, care and show some kind of sympathy. But I guess not. Everything seems to be falling apart here at home. March can't come soon enough.

Yours truly,
     Alexa

p.s. My mom is buying a gun to ensure the well being of two females living at the house. I'm excited to finally learn to shoot a gun? I think?? Yay??? OH YEAH. I CAN FINALLY WALK AROUND THE HOUSE NAKED. I'm talking, full frontal nude. Yeah. Shit's gonna be great.

GrimGram luvs PepPep

Dearest Reader,

     I had a vision of my far and distant future, and it was good. I want to have 15 grandchildren. I'll wear nothing but tacky sweaters, floral aprons, and always leave the house with my curlers in. My husband will be known as PepPep. He will read his iPHONE 500 daily, morning, noon, and night. We wont smoke regular cigarettes because the times will have surpased the ages of burning tobacco and the world will turn to the vapor smokes which are electric. Again, the distant future is good.



I hope to look something like the Landlady from Kung Fu Hustle. Only with more smiles and sweaters.


                    
    
     As for my current life, I have an update on my moving situation. Moving back to my mother's house by Christmas. My lease wont end till the end of the month, but I'd rather be out of my appartment sooner than later. The Titty Shack as I know it, will no longer exist as I know it. Instead, Kevin will be taking it on as his own and from there, the Titty Shack will live on in the family. I must admit, it will be surreal to return to my first appartment when I no longer live in it. I'm glad he insists on living there. These next few months will be quite a whirl wind.

     Today, I had to attend my second commanders call. We were supposed to report our Airmans Creed, and it was my turn. I KNOW MY AIRMANS CREED. Except for when there are about 20 pairs of eyes gawking back at me...long story short, I failed. But no one else knew it so we all had to do push ups. I found a few girls that want to go to the gym with me and work out. So hopefully, I'll make a few friends and get super fit in the process. But I'll leave atleast a month in advance before any of the girls i've met, so I'll probably be finishing up my last 2-3 weeks at bootcamp when they first get there.

     The weeks are flying. Before I know it, it'll be March. And I'm not sure i'm ready to leave everyone behind just yet. But it seems my roommate, Natalie, is ready. Then again, she's just moving to Chicago for school WITH a significant other. I know she can go by herself. I'm pretty sure the BF is just a safety net to fall back on...but we'll see. I have faith in Pappy. I know she can do it herself, but she insists on going with him. I'll miss that little Greek more than anyone will know, but at the same time, I've been preparing myself for this inevitable seperation for some time now. I'm going to be sad, but not as sad as I would have been had she left a few months ago BEFORE I started this mental preparation. Again, we'll see how all this ends up.

Yours truly,
     Alexa


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Training with a Marine.

Dearest Reader,

     Yesterday, I did my first upperbody workout with my friend Kyla, who also just so happens to be a Marine. Now, just because she's a good friend of mine doesn't make her that much nicer to me while we work out. That girl was on my shit list for a while. We started off with pullups. Now mind you, I can't even do ONE push up, so what made her think I could do one PULL UP?! Then she tried to get me to do one regular push up. Can't do it. So we tried putting the pull up contraption that sits in the door on the floor and I attempted to do push ups. All I could do were these weird elbow crunches and bow my back awkwardly and painfully. I did that about 30 times. We started off just by doing 10 but then she kept adding two more everytime I stopped or went to my knees.
     We did a bunch of other workouts that really helped...I think. I mean, I'm still really sore and every muscle burns. But at least I know it's working. I'll be really proud of myself when I can FINALLY do a push up. It sounds silly, but, I know I'll be really proud of myself because it's so dificult to do right now. And thats not even to mention when I finish bootcamp. When I graduate and look back on all that I've accomplished, I'll be so happy and relieved that it's all over. Although, the closer March gets, the more nervous I'm becoming. It's really hard to picture that March 8th will be here and I'll be leaving to start my 20 year journey. I'll miss a bunch of people and probably never see most of them ever again...I hope to hold onto a few for a while.. But the reality of holding on to more than 3 friends from my past is very slim. I'm really only counting on a few, and I hope I can at least achieve that.
    
     My past week has been filled with emotion. Long story short? I've learned the other side of a very trying love story, all in all, I was the bad guy Hahaha :) There's always 3 sides to every story. His, Hers, and the Truth. So remember that whenever you and your significant other get into a fight or tiff. Because the power of conversation, understanding, and listening can do a great deal. That being said, I wish I had listened to my own advice a few months ago. I hope I didn't make a mistake with my past choices, but then again, there's nothing I can do about it now except to just keep going and move on. But I'll never stop wondering "What if?" Matters of the heart are a difficult thing to understand, but no matter what problem you may face, Love is always the answer.
     "I love you and I'm sorry for everything."
     As long as you're genuine, that sentence can fix alot of problems ;) But only say it if you mean it. Because it could CAUSE more problems and frustrate the other party...I'm ranting and this is enough for now.

Yours truly,
     Alexa

My dad left me a note on my windshield.

Dearest Reader,

     Nothing hurts worse than abandonment by a loved one. But when you feel that you’ve been the one to do the abandoning..nothing cuts quite as deep. I choose to not have my father in my life, but that’s after him disappointing me time and time again. It’s hard to want to do the write thing, especially when something inside me keeps reminding me that “love is the answer.” And to love my father, would be to respect him. But does that mean I should carry on a relationship with him? I’m still confused.

     I was at Natalie’s house today, and I came out to my car and found a note on my windshield. It was from my father, seeing as how he lives two streets away from her and probably saw my car parked outside on his way home. It had two coffee cups drawn on the front and stated 2 TRIPS TO STARBUCKS ON ME.

                        Hey Lex,

                How about we get some Starbucks sometime.

                                I love you.

And then he proceeded to leave his phone number so I could call him...All this absolutely breaks my heart. I feel the ever constant pull to contact him, but my pride and fear of getting let down looms in the near future. It’s an ever continuing cycle:

            We talk, everything is okay for a while.

            We get into an argument, he hurts me. (Usually envolving my step mom)

            I stop talking to him.

            And repeat.

He’s a toxin in my life, and I feel I’d just be better without him. At the same time, you only get one father in life. I guess I can count my silver lining in the fact that he still loves me and wants to be in my life. But I don’t know if I can continue the cycle forever. It really hurts too much...

Yours truly,

     Alexa

3 Prunes

Dearest Reader,

     If these people don't get their prunes, they get super pissed. They'll complain if they don't get enough prunes, and they'll shit on the floor if they get too much. Trust me, it's happened before and it'll happen again. 3 is the safety number.

6 Dec '10
     We had to make some major cuts at my job so management changed the dining hours. That being said, the elderly do NOT like change in the least bit. But, they had to comply. And with their arms folded across their chest, and sagging faces drooped into frowns, they showed up for the 4 o'clock dinner shift. The only difference? Everyone showed up at once. And only having one lazy manager and 4 servers..the night was a rough one. Not to mention, this was the day Wendy decided to play sick and hide in her office without letting anyone know where she was. So being the only employee there that knew how to run the dining room, I took charge. And after a shift of screaming, cussing, and many mixed orders, the dinner shift came to a close and guess who decided to come out of hiding? And guess what else? She was 'sick' and was leaving 30 minutes earlier. So I was incharge of closing.
     No one wanted to work, let alone work in a fast pace. So we left late AND some bitch cut her hand on cut glass and freaked out over the blood...so I had to write an incident report. My manager is a horrid manager and please don't be shocked if I end up writing more about her here. And I hope, for some reason unknown, she stumbles across my blog when I'm long gone from that job and over seas. But then again, I'm sure that I'll have my fair share of horrid managers in my life time. Even in the military. I just hope their not stupid... *sigh*

Please forgive me for my run-on sentences.

Yours truly,
     Alexa

Looks like I'll be leaving 8 March 2011

Dearest Reader,

     As for what will I be leaving for on the 8th? I'll be headed to San Antonio, TX for basic training. Signed up for 6 years with an AFSC of Aircraft Armament Systems. Lamens terms?? I'll be fixing weapons, bombs, and missiles and then loading them onto different planes. But don't be impressed, I'm just an Air Force "Knuckle Dragger". I'm starting this blog to hopefully document my tales and travels...not to mention do a little bit of ranting and raving.

Yours truly,

     Alexa