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I love this photo of us.

Every woman wants a man to feel safe with; my guy is the best protector and provider for our little family, and we love him so much for it.

We are so proud of him for so many reasons: Bronze Star Medal for Afghanistan, LRS, Ranger School, Air Assault School, Airborne School (2 jumps away from qualifying for Jump Master…); getting his MBA, his EIB on the first try… the list is endless. He does so much for his country, the Army, his career — but especially for me. ♡

I never felt I needed a man to support me, as I’ve always pride myself on my independence; but do feel sometimes I need a protector, and I love having a man that I feel so safe and protected with. I seriously get so anxious when he’s away from home because I need a man in the house! (And because he fixes everything, gets all the stuff on the top shelves… and those annoying jars that just won’t open.)

I am so thankful to God for such a great man for a husband and father. ♡ — and because I know any children we have won’t end up being short, ha!

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Stalkers… as Couples

Well, I think that cracker realized she was acting like the Cash me outside, how bow da! embarrassment when I screenshot her 8 hours of lunacy and decided to “make her famous” on the world-wide-web. Ewww. I feel sorry for her actually, even more sorry for Daniel Brewer after I post this.

At around 11AM, this insecure nut, Danielle Trudeau from Nashua, NH decides that I need to know about her crazy ass. She did it by cyber-stalking me. (This same cracker sent me a friend request last October, and then deleted it — yeah, I remember you, psycho.)

This clown felt insecure about her relationship with Brewer (a 5’6″ Army pog) who goes around reliving his “glory days” of being a CBRN officer who did a short (haha) stint with the 2ndBN Ranger Regiment — he was a Chemicals guy with a bunch of grunts… basically on staff duty, being sent to make paper copies.

Now, why am I being so “mean”?

Well, because Brewer actually called my guy’s CO trying to cause trouble like 6 months after we broke up (LOSER!!!) — and because now he’s found a nut who he can couple-stalk together with. That’s love, stalking your ex as a couple (hooray, go high-five each other in the face).

So Brewer got stationed in Fort Hood, with the 181st Chemical Co., but after only 5 months, he loses his company command because he was being investigated for fraternizing with an enlisted female soldier under his command. (He’s not the brightest bulb.) I supposed that’s when he decided to try to make everyone else miserable too, because he’s just a miserable person like that.

Obviously, he couldn’t stop talking (and obsessing?) about me when he hooked up with an enlisted female juvenile delinquent, who has nothing better to do with her life than stalk and obsess about me (I am flatter though).

Trudeau spent a good part of 8 hours trying to convince me how happy she is, how much Brewer loves her, and that she’s not a demented stalker. Some of the highlights of that 8 hours: she loves choking on his short dick (there was actually a moment when she tried to convince me it was “big”, hahaha); her “pussy is the bomb” (my friends now refer to her as the bomb-pussy-psycho; we also call her Shanay, that’s her I’m-white-but-act-black name); with her HS diploma she talks about me being a “lame teacher” (I guess the hate is real, when you no longer get spring break as an adult)… I just about died when she talked about her online clown degree, do you get an A+ just for logging on?

Other notes of amusement and bewilderment into the mental instability and emotionally unstable mind of this nut, riding on a one-way ticket to destination Crazy Town: she stalked my ex, she stalked my guy, she claim her “BFF” saw me at Walmart and took a picture (restraining order?); she threatened to tell my principal I had sex with a student; oh… and the best, her imaginary ring that doesn’t exist.

She started the crazy with claiming to be Brewer’s fiancee (hahaha); and then claiming her ring in her demented mind is so much better than mine (well, that $2,500 junk Brewer got me was a sad looking thing — which is why I’m rocking a $6,000 diamond now instead); I actually felt sorry for her annoying juvenile ass. She felt so jealous of me that she gave herself an imaginary ring to convince me of a title she doesn’t even have.

The thing about the military is… it’s a small, small world.

I’m happy you, Trudeau, an E-4 unit supply specialist, felt you hit the jackpot when you were able to crawl your way into the bed of Brewer. I’m sorry you haven’t the success in life to get a man who didn’t lose a career in the Army, for fraternizing — and ended up with you, a junior enlisted juvenile (apparently he didn’t learn his lesson after losing his career).

I’m glad he “loves” your tits and ass. I wonder if your mom would be ashamed of you valuing yourself to whether a short guy loves your tits and ass? — but maybe your mother was never around to show you not to make a fool out of yourself? I’m happy you’re “the best thing to ever happen to him”, because that must have been a real shitty life if the best thing a man can get is a woman with no accomplishments of her own (Brewer is a nice guy, but I think you should claw your way to the bed of a man who doesn’t need to pay you to sleep with him).

Good luck on one day getting a real ring, instead of your make belief life… I’m sorry you feel so threaten by me.

P/S. For those of you interested in the melodramatic saga of Daniel Brewer and his obsession, here is his info (next time, you’ll learn to keep your juvenile delinquent from being a stalker and disrupting my life when I’m trying to make wedding plans with a man who is tall enough to reach the top of the fridge — be thankful I don’t upload that picture of you with your leather sex mask on).

Make sure to check out this clown’s Facebook profile

When dealing with lunatics, you just have to beat them at their own game — keep on stalking, looney toons!

Happy Anniversary to Me ♡

*Update: Just wanted to share my anniversary flowers with my readers — it’s been two weeks since I’ve received them, and they are still alive! They still smell fragrant and look beautiful — I’ve received lots of flowers before, but these are definitely the longest lasting ones I’ve ever gotten! ♡

It’s been TWO WEEKS and they still look absolutely beautiful (they’re my anniversary flowers from the last week of March). ♡

In my maddening day yesterday (consisting of me fighting with WordPress over $26 — and typing in CAPLOCKS… I don’t even want to get into it…) — I had a happy moment in my gloomy day. My anniversary was a few days ago, and my flowers came in the afternoon. ♡

When I got them out of the box yesterday afternoon (it’s almost 2AM right now)… excuse my messy table!

My favorite — a sunflower mixed bouquet. (I was hoping for sunflowers as my wedding flowers, but since my mom-in-law is buying the flowers, we are going with traditional red roses) — I could tell her that she would save a lot of money on sunflowers instead of roses… but she’d probably say something like yellow doesn’t match any of my wedding colors.

They are on my bookcase now (I’m lying in bed, typing this on my Samsung Note with one finger), and the bouquet smells lovely. When I wake up in the morning, the sunflowers will have opened up more, and they will look beautiful. (I will update with a picture!) My daughter calls me the “sunflower queen”, ha!

I love sunflowers, but a lot of people are disappointed by them as cut flowers. I always see bad reviews for them — and I can only conclude that most women aren’t used to getting flowers from a commerical florist, or the only flowers they’ve ever gotten are from the buckets at the local supermarket by the checkout aisles. I, the so-named “sunflower queen”, need to defend my namesake.

The flowers in the dirty water buckets at Walmart and grocery stores die the next day and have no scent. Fresh cut flowers smells lovely, they are very fragrant. Commercial florists and suppliers ship cut flowers while they are still budding, that way the customers gets the maximum time out of the blooms.

I get so irritated when I see someone write a bad review about my favorite flowers, because they usually complain that they’ve received “wilted” or “dying” flowers — I supposed if you never grew flowers or aren’t used to getting flowers from an actual florist, they might look like that, especially with sunflowers… but I grow them every summer, and florists cut them when the petals are still closed around the head, because once they open they usually die in about a week, so you definitely don’t want sunflowers given to you that are already fully bloomed, because that means it’ll probably be dead by the morning!

I knew my guy was the one when he sent me sunflowers last MarchValentine’s Day had passed, and I had gotten a lot of flowers, but no one had ever gotten my favorite (including him, who got me this ridiculously humongous bouquet of red roses, the first time any guy ever had flowers shipped to me instead of delivered, ha!) — later he told me he saw a picture of my sunflowers on my blog, so he took a shot. He’s the only guy to get it right (and to think, all those men could have saved hundreds of dollars if they had gotten sunflowers instead of roses).

Even though my flowers arrived after our anniversary, I’m actually happy they came when they did because the day was kind of in the toilet. Thanks for my beautiful bouquet, hubby! ♡

(I also finally finished our birdcage cardholder for our wedding — I am quite crafty, if I do say so myself… and I do say so!) — red roses and sunflowers, ha!

Happy anniversary to me. ♡

Happy Thoughts

On a Facebook post I saw this really cool concept. Get a mason jar or something and write down on a piece of paper every good thing that happened throughout the year — it finally gives me something to do with all those pickle jars that I have — basically you’re collecting happy moments in your pickle jar.

I had a lot of happy moments this weekend, even though today is a bit sad because it’s Shari’s birthday and I’ve missed her so much since her passing last month… but, I filed my taxes (I think I’m one of the few people who actually like doing their taxes because of the refund); and I know that at least some of my invitations made it through the US postal service. (I was worried about the postage… how embarrassing would it be if my recipients had to go pick up their invitations at their local post office and paid the balance for insufficient postage — is there a rock that I can crawl under and just die?)

My MIL text me today to tell me that she reserved a restaurant in March for our engagement party that she’s hosting for us. She’s so sweet (but secretly, I think she loves doing stuff like this — you know, planning events, hosting, having parties)… I’m the same way myself, I guess we both want to be party planners, ha! I fear though, she’s a bit too conservative for me.

I talked with the mister this morning, which always makes me happy. They are packing up their stuff and ready to come home in about a month. They had to cancel a few range stuff though because of the snow and bad weather. They took IDF in the nearby Afghan base a few days ago that woke him up while he was napping… he’s such a clown sometimes. He’s been doing nothing but hitting the gym for crazy hours in the day, his arms are probably the size of my thighs by now, ha!

I’ve missed him so much. I can’t wait for him to come home.

Identity Theft from Afghanistan to NY

The mister called. I’m not sure if it was because he missed me or if he thought he might get injured or killed today… they took IDF hits today. About 3 rockets coming from somewhere in the mountains, landing about a couple of hundred meters from their building. I won’t hear from him for 10-20 days while they’re doing whatever it is they’re doing over there — advising the Afghan army??? I mean, the coalition forces are gone, and anyone over there now is only on as “advisors”, right?

I couldn’t log on to Hulu. The subscription was put on hold… apparently someone stole his credit card information and bought over $500 worth of stuff at a Home Depot in NY. He got an alert from his credit card company about the charges, and called his credit card company on his phone to find out what was going on — I hate to think what that call cost! I’m thinking that this probably happened when he was buying his Afghan rug for a few hundred bucks! Don’t be fooled… just because they walk around with goats and live in tents doesn’t mean they’re not digitally savvy — how else do you explain all them IEDs that they rig up by pressing a button on their cell phone!?

He said that the thief tried out the card at a vending machine for $1 to see if it worked before going crazy at Home Depot… definitely a man, I mean, what woman would spend that kind of money at a store like that??? Besides, Home Depot is probably the place to shop if you’re wanting to build a home-made bomb with money that you stole out of a deployed officer’s credit card — without ever even having to go through their wallet!

It’s crazy. Before you used to have to worry about walking down a dark alley with your wallet… now people can rob you without even getting out of bed and in their underwear!

The Case of the Goat

The mister called today while I was at work, very unusual as he knows that I’m at work… I answered because I hardly get to talk with him. I figured it must be important. He called because he had a bad day.

His men were firing mortars today, and some Afghan nomads are claiming that their mortars burned down their tents and killed a goat (or goats???)… he’s stressed out about it because now there will be an investigation. The men think that the Afghans set their own tents on fire just so they could get compensation from the military. It’s hard to prove or disprove because the Army isn’t going to send CID to investigate on a goat. It could definitely be worse, they could be claiming civilian casualties or injuries.

I told him it’ll be a better day tomorrow. I’m sure it’s not the first time that occupied people are claiming dead goats via military fires. I told him to be careful for what he wished for… he wanted to get on this deployment roster.

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The Midnight Call

I haven’t heard from the mister in a week. Yesterday, after we came back from dinner I fell asleep… I had the dryer running for 10 hours! The weekends are my time to catch up on sleeping because I never get enough sleep during the week days.

At midnight, I hear the Skype ring on my phone. (Thank God, and Microsoft, for Skype!) I was so happy I didn’t miss his call. It was about 9AM in Afghanistan, and he had to go PT soon. We talked about my new school, how much I hate the commute, my neighbor Frank, the kids in my class… and the usual I love you and I miss you like 10x back and forth to each other.

I’ve been sleeping with my elephant ever since he’s left. I wanted to tell him to watch Better Late Than Never, it’s hilarious.