Posts tagged family
Posts tagged family
So my dad is on this work trip to Alabama right now, coming from New Jersey…and the train comes right through and stops in lynchburg…so my mom and I ran to the train station and while people unloaded and loaded onto the train, they let my dad step off for a moment to see me!
I’m pretty happy since I hadn’t seen him since August. Oh YEAH.
So even though half the time our relationship is awkward…I got to see my dad and hug on him for a bit…it was epic. :)
Foxy Shazam’s new album is seriously SO freaken good. Ugh. I’ve had it on repeat since last night. I love it. <3
Eric Nally’s voice is just so orgasmic.
Anyways….
This military magazine did a whole article about my brother and his wife and what it’s like serving in the army and being deployed together….
http://www.magcloud.com/browse/issue/329495
So if any of you are interested, you can download it for free and laugh about my brother and his awkwardness.
Page 52-53. :)
I learned things about my brother and his wife that I never knew! lol
Going to see my best friend’s sister at the hospital…her daughter, who is practically my own niece is in the hospital.
Ugh.

Please be praying for my little angel.
bring them home </3
This deserves more notes. Come on now ..
Well there’s no Santa and a picture on tumblr won’t help so I looked some stuff up.
http://www.cbn.com/cbnnews/world/2011/October/Obama-US-Troops-in-Iraq-Home-by-Christmas-/
http://www.teaparty.org/article.php?id=1548
http://www.smh.com.au/world/us-troops-home-from-iraq-by-christmas-obama-20111022-1mdm6.html
In a brief appearance at the White House yesterday, Mr Obama said: ”Today I can report that, as promised, the rest of our troops in Iraq will come home by the end of the year. After nearly nine years, America’s war in Iraq will be over.” The remaining 40,000 US troops in Iraq, would, he said, ”definitely be home for the holidays”
You know what, fuck you. Whoever added that shit about being home from Iraq.
Because you know what?
My brother and his wife WON’T be home for Christmas.
They WON’T be home for my graduation from fucking highschool.
They WON’T be here when I start college.
You know why? Because they will be in fucking Afghanistan. Oh yes you all can say “Oh yay! The war is over!” Well fuck that because it’s NOT true. There is still a war raging on in Afghanistan!
I talked to my brother on Thanksgiving and you know what he was doing while you were posting about how we need to stop whining about our troops because they are coming home? He was in a three hour battle with the Taliban. So get your fucking facts straight before you post shit like “The war is over!”
My brothers mean so much to me and I’d give anything to have Andy and Melanie here for my graduation…because if it hadn’t been for them and their Govt. paychecks…I wouldn’t have been able to finish Highschool.
This is a picture of my brother Kevin…21 years old, laying in a bed in Bethesda Naval Hospital, being presented with the Purple Heart from the Commander of the Marine Corps.
This are my brothers last May…Andy was being commissioned as a 2nd Lt. in the Army and my brother, due to his injuries, needed help standing up from his wheel chair so he could be the first to salute our brother. These wounds were inflicted on Kevin while in Afghanistan.
And this is my brother Andy, one of the most recent photos I have of him in Afghanistan. Taken shortly after he arrived. So don’t tell me that the war is over…because this picture is VERY real.
(Source: privatechow, via dariinkk)
My notecards for my multi source term paper. Oi vey! I still have to write my paper! Thank God that won’t be for at least another two weeks…I think. We start preparing our Thesis statements tomorrow and Monday though.
SO MANY CARDS.
My paper is on Stonewall Jackson, his faith, and family, in case anyone cares. :3
The one time my brother decides to call, is when I’m in the movie, so he wouldn’t call me.
Fuck fuck fuck.
I started crying in public when I found out.
I just want to hear his voice.

You see this post? This is by a girl…not me….no where near related to my family. She’s not my sister, cousin, ANYTHING.
The “brother” she tagged, is MY brother. MINE. Not hers.
I don’t know why this bothers me….I think it’s because he always treated this girl better than he treated me…..
But I am sick and tired of her and her stupid sisters, encroaching on MY territory and MY job.
Bitch, he’s not your brother. He wasn’t there to;
stick up for you; The one time he stuck up for me, was long before we knew this brat. When I was 7 years old and some girl from our bus shoved me into the ground. It was MY brother who picked me up and cussed that 5th grader out.
Drive you crazy: Excuse me, I lived with him until I was 11 years old…and even then when he was eight hours away, he drove me crazy. He’s my brother to drive me crazy. He used to come into my room to play with me, his actual little sister
Annoyed you: Again, I have 11 years of him annoying the crap out of me…and him still annoying me to this day.
“watched you succeed, saw you fail, picked you back up, cheered you on, made you strong” and all of this….if he actually has done this for her, it’s something that hurts worse of all.
Because he was never there to do this for me….I’m actually his little sister…the one who, when the nurses tried to take me to the nursery when I was a new born, he freaked out saying “Where are they taking my little sister?” He always resented me as a child, because I was the baby and he was the middle child.
But all I ever wanted was my big brother to love me.
And yet, he always acts like these girls are more important to him than me.
Let’s not even get on how they constantly facebook my older brother, who is the brother I’m actually really close to, and are always like “LOVE YOU!” and I’m just sitting here like, “You are dumb ho’s.”
I’m just….ugh I see stuff like this and I almost think they do it because they know how sad and rejected it makes me feel.
My brother Kevin is finally having surgery today on his other leg. IF y’all could please keep him in your thoughts and prayers today, I’d be so thankful.
Kevin was injured almost two years ago in Afghanistan, when the M-WRAP he was in, didn’t detect the IED in the road, and the IED went off, ejecting Kevin out of the vehicle 400 yards into the sky.
He came back down, landed on his back, and the protective plates in his armor is what screwed up his back.
Since my brother is 6’1, when he was ejected, he smashed his knees against the roof of the turret, and basically blew out both of his knees.
So yeah. Just please be thinking about him today.
Because I called my mom and she had told me there was possibly something seriously wrong with my grandmother. I’ve already forgotten what it’s called, but the doctors thought there might be this bubble thing in her lungs, that if it went to her brain, it could kill her…
So at 2 I came home (got to skip Chemistry, which was a whole other joy in it’s self,) and my mom called me. I had since fallen asleep, and she tells me what the scan said….but I can’t remember, because well, I WAS HALF ASLEEP.
Now I can’t get her back on the phone.
Grrr.
I’m gonna go eat a meat ball sub now….