Recently I said that I had a mental block on 99% of the things I learned in the military. I tend to confuse this with that and all my acronyms are a jumble in my mind. It must be something like pregnancy amnesia because just like the biological projects (our desire to produce more small humans is a topic for another time), I keep thinking that going back couldn’t be all THAT bad… And yet, I think I remember telling myself that being pregnant sucked and that I’d be insane if we had more kids. Just like the time that I was chomping at the bit while waiting in line at CPAC to return all my junk.

God, I hope I used the right acronym. Like I said… forgetful.

Anyhoo, that’s what I was posting about. The forgetful thing. Mr. H will call home from work on occasion to tell me when to expect him. Ever since he started back up with the full time Army shenanigans and stuff, he’s started back up with the 24 hour time. Mr. H will tell me, “Hey hon, I’ll probably be home at 1800 or 1830 tonight,” and where understanding used to come automatically, I now have to mentally count on my fingers, “Okay… 12, 13, 14…OH! Oh yeah, that means 6:00pm or 6:30pm, got it.”

And yet the swearing continues. As I’m speaking with other parents and seeing the horrified expressions on their faces, I realize I don’t seem to be capable of unlearning that new skill.

Dear Readers,

Kindly remind me of all that was unpleasant about being owned by the US Government? Mr. H has been in for 18 years (last February) and with this economy, I find myself worrying about job security should he decide to retire. And then I start missing the field.

How many more times will I need to hear about how retarded I am?

At least once more.

Always.

Much obliged,
Barmy and Friends

Not just for Marines, of course. (Army, Navy, Air Force) And if you do become a member, be sure to tell ‘em Miss Barmy sent ya.

P.S. I wish they had a button for me to use to link to them. Their banner is huge.

Love it.

A bit of swag that begs to be purchased and displayed.

The Chief just wrote something over at his place that I can really relate to.

Before I joined up with the U.S. Mutantninjaturtle Club I never swore. I’m one of those smallish female types who felt that when she swore it sounded comical. Hell it still does. It was even worse when I sounded off (once I even set a whole slew of boys into fits of sniggles when I was made platoon sergeant in school) but that’s a story for another time. The point is, I never used crude language and swore that I never would.

Mr. Husband begged to differ and bet me that I would be forever changed.

I didn’t believe him.

Fast forward to several months later. He showed up at my gradumutation and grinned like a fool when every other word out of my mouth began with an ‘f’ or an ’s’. I think ‘friggin’ was in there a lot, too. You know, like the song? Anyway, it didn’t compare to my parents’ reaction.

So for once I’ll admit that Mr Husband was right. I was wrong. He knew better. (He better enjoy this moment.)

The problem is that I am no longer a subscriber to this particular religion and yet I’m still afflicted with its vocabulary. I don’t even realize what I’m saying until the people around me either chuckle (see? it’s still funny) or eyebrow@me. There really does need to be some sort of rehab–a class offered when they give you the TAMP debriefing. They make you sit through that god awful How To Get A Job and Write A Resume class (guh, I had to sit next to this captain who thought she was the shit). They should offer you some sort of diction or speech class to ease the transition. A support group (”Hi, I’m Cpl H and I say ‘fuck’ more often than necessary”), something.

Really, though, this is something that I need to work on. I’ve got a small human living with me and she’s got a mind like a sponge.

I sent this around my unit about a year and a half back and the damn thing spread like wildfire. Within days, “YUT!” could be heard all over the goddamn base.

Still makes me laugh.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22579604/

Please say another Marine didn’t have anything to do with this. Please say she simply went UA and the fact that she was supposed to testify about an “on base incident” had nothing to do with her disappearance.

(Update 080111) *sigh* What I don’t get is the whole yes-she-did/no-she-didn’t carry on a friendly relationship with the guy even after she reported him for rape.

strip this guy naked and key his ass. There aren’t many things in the world that piss me off more than self serving swell heads like this douche bag right here:

Marine Sgt Mike McNulty is on activation orders to Iraq (second tour). On December 1st, 2007, Mike went to visit a friend in Chicago before deploying to say goodbye. In order to get to his friend’s residence, and keep in mind that Chicago is a myriad of diagonal and one-way streets, the front entrance (right way) to the one-way street was blocked. Mike, being a Marine, overcame and adapted by driving around the block to the other end of the street and backing up all the way to his friend’s place.

While saying goodbye, at about 11am, he noticed a man leaning up against his car. Mike left his friend’s apartment and caught the man keying his car on multiple sides.

Oh, but it doesn’t end there. Take a look at the rest over at Blackfive.

Kudos to Sgt McNulty for not curb stomping the guy right there.