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This afternoon, in the spirit of seeking excitement and getting work done, ALL AT ONCE, I drove to our local Home Depot to collect a few supplies in the continuation of painting my floor. Actually, the painting of my floor has grown into the painting of the walls, the rearranging of my closet and quite a few other things.

Right.

So. I am trundling through Home Depot looking quite awful. I have ripped, grubby jeans on, slept-in makeup and my USMC t-shirt on. You must understand, I wear this shirt in a spirit of rebellion and contempt. Thus, it is only allowed to be worn doing dirty work. The contempt and disdain is NOT for the Marines as a whole. Merely for a few certain members who have managed to be on the recieving end of my disgust and loathing.

Let me assure you, I do not look very Marine-esq. I do not chew tobbaco. I am not in shape. I do not wear dog-tags. I DO wear makeup. I do NOT walk like a guy. But this did not stop three different people from asking me if I was in the Marines and what it was like.



Well, I would know, but I hear it is pretty good.


1 Responses to “Hoo-Yah!”

  1. Blogger Sask 1 

    Everytime i go out dressed like that you can guarantee.
    1-I walk into a totally hot guy
    2-I see a friend all dressed up looking fabulous
    3-The store assistant asks if im going tobuy something of just looking for somewhere warm to hang out
    June

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.


I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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