Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Must..have..coffee....

Ever since I have been home, I try not to go shopping in town, or be seen out where I could be cornered and asked how I have been, why I am back in town... the list goes on. If you knew my hometown, you would understand why. It is safe to venture out at night, but during the day the mothers and grandmothers that knew me growing up are lurking in every grocery aisle, waiting for their chance to strike.

Unfortunately, I had to run in town. Couldn't live without coffee. Ugh. I had it all planned; I would hurry in the grocery store, grab coffee, and hope there was a checkout without someone I knew in it.

Why? Because I have been away from home for about seven years now. I was the wholesome girl next door growing up; relatively demure. I was a "good girl," always had good grades, played sports, friends with everyone. A total pony tail and jeans girl, hiding. Totally unaware of what I had going for me until I went to college and went out in the real world.

I blossomed outside of my hometown fishbowl. I remember one of my suitemates Terren saying she wished that she was as pretty as I was, and I am sure my jaw dropped because I thought she was drop-dead gorgeous. Hearing that from her was a revelation. I learned cleavage was a good thing, and that it was ok to reveal some skin. Makeup was an art form I quickly embraced from my model friend. Flaunt it while you got it, right?

I didn't have to work Monday, but I had already gotten all gussied up to meet with some college buddies (including my girl Terren) for lunch. And it was 60 degrees out, so I wore, as my mother would say, "one of those" shirts.

But damn it, I just had to have coffee. I was having withdrawals.

"Well, hello! How are you! I haven't seen you since your speech at graduation." exclaimed a voice suddenly grasping my arm. Oh shit. The mother of one of the most popular, prettiest girls in my class of 1999. Here it goes, I thought to myself. Suck it up, soldier.

I smiled and told her that I had finished school, blah, blah, and was back home to be with closer to family. Nice PC information. Not much gossip material.

"I almost didn't recognize you. You have gotten SO pretty, honey. What happened to that little country girl?"

What! Is that a compliment, or a dig? Is she saying I wasn't pretty before? What kind of reaction do I give to that? Reconfirms my non-hometown shopping efforts. Too awkward.

I smiled and said coyly without missing a beat, "Guess they save the best for last. Late bloomers are all the rage now." I managed an exit, bought the damn coffee, and smiled all the way home.

I think I am over my fear of being cornered now. I could have fun with this.

Monday, February 27, 2006

The Past Haunts Me

Ever run across something that makes you remember parts of your life that you keep secretly buried inside? I just did.
Read Shayna's post while I go take a shower.

Proud Moment



I admire Sasha Cohen's determination, class, and humility. I am still hearing rumbling about how she fell in her long program - that she again crumbled under pressure when it mattered most. Well, to all of those that feel like she let the US down - can you even ice skate?

Come on, this girl has got to have some chops. And she is obviously talented. So what if she didn't practice; she picked herself up (like just about everyone else did) and continued skating to her silver medal. Go pick on Bode Miller.

Check out Sasha's website. She is a supporter of Soldier's Angels, and emails our service members.

Calm Before The Storm

Last night was an absolute blast! I love not working Mondays - actually, come to think about it, I was lucky to get one or two days off a month from training horses. It is a 24/7/365 job. So I am happy with anything!

Tried two different shots last night - green iguana and red-headed slut. A green iguana is sour apple pucker and tequila, and a red-headed slut is jager, peach schnapps, and cranberry juice. I have dark red hair, so I am fond of the red-headed sluts. ; )

I think I have found a kindred spirit in the girl I talked about in my Words Of Encouragement post. Her Sunday night is her weekend, as she works on most Friday and Saturday nights. We could get in some trouble next weekend. I guess about twenty of us have accumulated thus far for the girl's night out this upcoming Saturday night. I swear I remember her saying something about male strippers too. I'll post info about this outing when I find out more.

This could be dangerous.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Grey Matter

Ever wake up to a day that makes your brain hurt? Today has been one of those days for me. Ugh. I think too much. Sometimes I wish mine had an off/on switch. Preferably something along the lines of a dimmer.

Seriously.

In a few hours I am going to head out to kick back a few with some friends and enjoy some Sunday night karaoke. I am not sure whether I will be back in time to watch Grey's Anatomy, so I will have to make sure my mom TiVo's it tonight. Quite the sacrifice.

The Illini pulled of a win last night against Iowa. Big sigh of relief - this was the last home game for Dee and Augustine, and their teammates helped pull off a victory. I am excited for March Madness to begin. But next season might be a little shaky, as the last few big players from last year's astounding team hand off the life blood of the Orange and Blue.

That won't deter the Orange Krush, official cheering section of Illini basketball, and NCAA's most notorious fans. As I was watching the Olympics, particularly the speedskating, I noticed a lot of attention being given to the orange cheering sections from the Netherlands. These Dutch fans remind me of the Orange Krush.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

Words Of Encouragement

It is interesting how support from someone I do not even know makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Thanks Shayna! You Rock!

"You should give it a go... Nashville Star that is... it doesn't matter what your list of credentials are. If you have talent (which I am sure you do) it will shine through. The music business is a tough road... you have to have some thick skin. Good luck and give your dreams a shot... : )" - posted by Shayna about Singing.

Maybe one of these days I will give it a shot. It is about time that I focus on my own dreams, damn it! Please be sure to keep tabs on this blog, because if I get a break, you will be getting some tickets for sure!

I went out last night and ended up at a bar that my friend bartends at. She always has several songs she wants me to sing for her and her man. I already have been told that I am singing at her wedding. I met her when I came back home; she is a year older than me and we did not go to the same school or grow up together. So we get along really well. Hooking me up with one of her hottie friends that likes me is on her agenda. She informed me last night that she has dibs on me next Saturday night for a girl's night out in a big campus town. Fun times - I can't wait!

Friday, February 24, 2006

Really, Am I That Interesting?

*Rant Time*

My biggest thing I am a little pissy about right now is how I can not go out with any of my guy friends without someone thinking that something is going on between us. Geesh, if I go talk to some guy for a few minutes I must be interested in him. And I guess if a guy buys me a few drinks I must be sleeping with him. WTF? Am I stuck in Hicktown, USA? What happens if I am seen out eating with him? Are we getting married then?

I am not necessarily being talked badly about, but for some reason I am a hot topic in town. Wow, I think they have talked about me more in the last three months than my entire four years of high school.

The biggest thing that gets them talking is if I drive anywhere with a guy in tow. I enjoy doing this. I brought my cousin out one time, and the whole town was in a frenzy gossiping because first of all, they had no clue WHO the hottie was, and secondly I entered and left places with JUST him.

My hometown has a population of a little under 10,000. So it is not a metropolis, but by no means is it Mayberry. (I swear Barney Fife is a city kitty in the town south of here though). This place is small enough that everyone knows someone that knows or is related to just about everyone else. Including all of the surrounding towns, villages, etc. But the kicker is that it is just big enough that not everyone knows everyone's business like in a little town of 200 in the middle of BFE.

OMG. My personal favorite was an older guy saying I must be gay because I wasn't interested in the (much) older guys hitting on me when I first came back. They figured out that I hadn't taken any of them home yet - they had all struck out, so I must like girls (I could have some fun with that like we always did in college). Hmmmm... last time I checked I was still straight (but NOT straight-laced). Now, if they had come to this conclusion due to the craziness on the dance floor after all of us semi-intoxicated girls start grinding and dirty dancing I would think it was hella-funny. Believe me, girls in Cornland are just as crazy as girls in NYC, the Windy City, or anywhere else for that matter. Sometimes I think they are more fun. Country girls rock!

Maybe, just maybe, I don't want to take anyone home. Seems everyone forgot that I was engaged a few years back, and that I have had one actual serious boyfriend since then. If I was wanting a one night stand I sure as hell would NOT be making my selections from around here. That would add way to much fuel to the fire.

I just came back to my home town in December, and all of my close friends live at least over an hour away. My best friends all live out of state now. And the majority of them are married with kids. So I am in a sort of limbo. I know several people that are in town, but most of them I do not know on a "let's go hang out" basis. I have gotten closer to several of them, but it has been interesting. Especially since most of them are male.

Le sigh.

View From The Deck



It was almost 60 degrees here today. Slightly scary though considering that it is near the end of February. The weather any more is frightening, because it is way beyond normal Midwestern weather. Heck, I remember being snowed in my house as a kid! Now it hardly snows enough to sled. And if we get snow, it melts away in a matter of a day or too. I do not think that the school district that I live in has used but one snow day due to ice. The Horror!!!! Snow days were the best!

Not that I am a harsh Winter weather lover, but I am sure since our Winter was so warm here, that logically either the Summer will be miserable.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Addictions Anyone?

Certainly everyone in life has some sort of addiction. For some people, addictions can be nicotine, alcohol, food, sex, illegal and/or legal drugs... the list goes on. Myself, I am addicted to a few things like Illini basketball games and the "runner's high" that I get after running. And of course horses and singing could be considered passions or addictions, depending on who you talk to. But I definitely am addicted to Grey's Anatomy.

This is one of the few shows that keeps me home at night. If the majority of the people programmed in my cell phone know what night I will ALWAYS be home, then perhaps I have a problem -OR- this is just a fantastic show. I will be sure to have TiVo when I am done with my nursing degree, because I am sure I will be working some Sunday nights.

I guess I identify with bits and pieces of the three female interns characters - Meredith, Izzy, and Cristina.

More on this later - Olympics on! Gotta root for the figure skaters!

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Thought Of The Day



Philosophy lives in the ideal, but dies in the material.

Singing

I love to sing, it is one of my favorite things, right up there with riding horses. I am a performer, and always have been since I was very little, singing in musicals and choirs. I have spent my whole life being in choir, swing choir, theatre, etc. I won state competitions individually, within ensembles, and with my show choir. I was fortunate to have several good instructors and three friends that shared my passion for singing. We sang the National Anthem together at ball games, performed in talent shows together, everything. We attached ourselves to each other starting in sixth grade during Jr. High, and were still singing together as Seniors in high school. Scary.

I don't know how many times we sang Heart and Soul acapella, or sang the National Anthem.

The older I get, the more comfortable I am in my skin, and it really shows in my true passions - horses and music.

I get happily drug around to sing karoake, which can be found just about any night if one is willing to drive 20 minutes. Unfortunately, I have made friends with several of the DJ's that do karoake, so if they are having a slow night or need someone that CAN sing to show up, then they call me. Usually they offer an endless supply of drinks, which certainly helps in the decision making.

I also have won several karoake contests, which means money!! I like the ones that do not allow words on the screen, hehehehe.

There are also several bands that do "Live" karoake. The very first time I did this, I got offered a gig singing with a band! I have sang a few songs here and there with different bands that play in the area, but I have never aspired to do anything with it.

But I can't help thinking that maybe I should. SO many people complement me on singing, and I am way modest about it. If I was that good, I would have a recording contract, right? I have heard for several years that I should try out for Nashville Star. I checked out the newest set of competitors, and they all have extensive lists of credentials already. But when I listened to the audio clips, the gals weren't all impressive. Maybe I should give it a go next season, at least I could say I tried out. Seems everyone has American Idol or Nashville Star fever - if I tried out, then I could tell them to shut up about it already!

A gal I know (Andrea) played fiddle and did background vocals for Danni Leigh. I am not sure if she is on tour now or not, but I met Andrea when she was home last year. She was bartending at a bar a mile from the bar I tended at. We met because her bar stayed open later than my bar. Neither of us knew that the other one was musical until a karaoke night rolled through. She over heard me singing, and wanted me to sing a song for her by Danni Leigh. Very few people know who Danni is on a huge mainstream level, so we both shocked each other that someone else in Cornland had heard of her.

Andrea always told me that the music industry is what you make of it. You only get out of it what you put in it. I will have to think about that. Could be fun. The music industry is a tough world, but after basic, I bet it will seem like a cake walk!

Monday, February 20, 2006

Mysterious Me

I had a guy tell me tonight that I was mysterious - not just the "normal" hot, cute, fun, sweet, pretty, etc. This certainly is not the first time I have been called mysterious, but I have to ponder what guys like about my alleged mysteriousness.

First of all, I am going to define mysterious. The Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary defines it as: "of, relating to, or constituting mystery; b : exciting wonder, curiosity, or surprise while baffling efforts to comprehend or identify :MYSTIFYING 2 : stirred by or attracted to the inexplicable."

Interesting. Attraction is subjective. It always seems that when I am looking for a relationship, there are no good prospects hanging around. Now that I have absolutely no desire to be with anyone seriously, there are several stellar guys hot on my tail. Geesh. Murphy's Law sucks. Not that I am not enjoying all the extra attention.




Message To Illinois ARNG Troops


Illini basketball coach Bruce Weber and Maj. Gen. Randal Thomas, the Adjutant General of Illinois, send out a message to Illinois ARNG troops in Iraq. (click above)

I bleed orange and blue through and through - come on Illini keep it together!

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Life Or Something Like It

Woke up EARLY Saturday morning by being told that my uncle had passed away. Of course I was saddened by this - but I was glad that he was no longer suffering, as he had been battling lung cancer/emphysema for many years. That makes two children out of seven that my grandmother has outlived. She also has outlived one husband (her last one), and an ex-husband. She has Parkinson's badly, and it is all I can do to see her any more. It breaks my heart to see her.

There is something about a death in the family that makes you appreciate being alive. It makes things simple - none of the materialistic things matter at that point.

After all, you can't take it with you.

Friday, February 17, 2006

Do You Believe That Things Happen For A Reason?

I do. I am not necessarily a big believer in a set, pre-planned destiny. However, I do think that things happen in our lives to help us find our destiny. Or something like that. If I would not have had a pre-midlife crisis, then I would never had gotten so pissed off that I decided I needed to make a change. Therefore, I would have never of joined the National Guard, because I would think I was happy doing what every one else wanted me to do. I think that the National Guard is going to provide me with a multitude of experiences that are going to challenge who I currently am as an individual, and shape who I will become.

Some may think that it is a little drastic, but as that Sheryl Crow song goes "A change will do you good." (I am starting to sound a little sappy there).

I just pray that if I end up in Iraq that I come back walking on my own two feet, all appendages fully operational.

Change of venue - I am getting ready to head out tonight to listen to a tribute band. Could be interesting, being that it is a KISS tribute band. Yep, they wear the paint and everything. I think I am going to feel like I needed to dress up for a Halloween party or something. Better get going, still got wet hair!

Oh - one more thing! I think that I am going to end up in a band after all! More details on that later.

*Ciao!*

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Skipping Valentines Day

Yep. Just another day for me. I feel bad for the three guys that are "courting" me right now... I flat out told all of them that I wasn't interested in starting anything. But they seem to keep hanging around. So I am rolling with it for now.

One guy is Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome. I am really physically attracted to him, but I am not so sure I like all of his habits. But he is pretty easy to talk to, even if he isn't the sharpest crayon in the box. He is TALL, which is a plus for a tall girl like me. And he is pretty close to the same age as me.

The next guy is Mr. Intellectual. He is a cutie, but he is about 8 years older than me. He is a little bit taller than me. He is a little quirky, and has some different views about things than I do. But I like to talk to him, and I think he will be a good friend.

The next guy is Mr. Tries To Hard. He is very sweet, and is a little cutie (yep he is a hair shorter than me). And he is way older than me (over ten years, under 15 years). I like him, but not sure to what degree yet.

Overall, I do not think any of these guys are "The One" period. Honestly, I am not into settling down right now anyway.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Snow

Mother Nature gave us a good taste of what winter is supposed to be like today. The snowfall was getting pretty heavy, with big, fat flakes filling the air.

But now when I look outside, I can barely even tell it snowed. We have not had any significant snowfall since December. Only a few flurries come every now and then to remind us what snow is.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

2,256 U.S. Service Members Killed To Date

While home for lunch, I overheard on the mid-day news that the last four Marines that were killed by two different explosions brought the death toll to 2,256 service members killed during the Iraq war.

Look here

Monday, February 06, 2006

Superbowl Sunday

Steeler's won! I hung out at my friend's bar last night during his Super Bowl party that 1/2 the town annually attends. During half time we have a field goal kicking contest - each contestant got three attempts to kick a Nerf football through an inflatable goal post that was hung from the ceiling. Anyone that makes at least one field goal gets to put his/her John Hancock on the football - the ball is retired after a few years when the signatures get too crowded. Much to the guys dismay, my friend Kristen's mom won after making all three kicks!

Kristen's cousin was there - he is in the Air National Guard. He was in his BDU's and I couldn't tell what rank he is, but he had to be up there. I know he isn't an officer. I didn't get a chance to talk to him.

I had fun at the party, but I zoomed home right after the Steelers were declared the champs. Grey's Anatomy was on, and I wanted to watch it in peace! It was an awesome episode. This show is the only one other than Medium and ER that I absolutely have to watch every week.

I was thrilled that Jack Army read my blog, posted a comment about my first post on 05 FEB 2006, and linked me back to his blog. Wow. I will take my battle buddy everywhere, Jack Army.

My old recruiter called me last night while I was getting ready for the Super Bowl party, and he sounded like he was at one of his own. He was in the Army for a long time, and went into the ARNG after his contract was up. He is doing a good job. I wish everyone got a recruiter like him, and he wants all his recruits to be like me (he usually deals with high schoolers looking for anything to make their lives better). These kids call him when they are upset after their girlfriends/boyfriends break up with them. Geesh - he is a recruiter, not your best friend. He just says it is part of his job, but I think it's a load of crap. But I was informed and knew what I was after, so I can't be that judgemental because I am not in those kid's shoes.

I think I took too many philosophy/ethics classes.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Terror At The Gas Pump

Over lunch today the military dominated much of the conversation. Ok, a third of it was about the hottie Reserves guy turned belligerent drunk, but during the rest of the time I actually had a good time talking to my friend about Iraq, etc. He agrees with me that many people have somewhat forgotten about 9/11. The Midwest is on average at least supportive of our troops, but I would say that there are quite a few that do not support the war because they forgot that is isn't about the terror at the gas pump, but rather the terror the average person cannot even fathom.

I feel even better after talking to him about being in the Guard. It just feels right, and I am positive that I am doing it for the right reasons.

Check out BlackFive's blog; he was just on CNN participating in a story about ABC newsmen Bob Woodruff and Doug Vogt, who were injured while embedded with Iraqi soldiers by an IED and following ambush. BlackFive is right on, as usual. I understand where BlackFive is coming from, and I agree that the majority of the time the media is hurting the war.

I feel compelled to explain my view more. I think that the real issue is that the men and women that pay the ultimate price to protect our freedoms do not get the acknowledgement that they deserve. It is enraging that these sacrifices are not portrayed in the media more inline with the coverage of Woodruff and Vogt; and it is sad that the Iraqi soldiers and their interpreter that saved their asses were not used by the media in support of what this whole war is about. The media is the reason that most "uninformed" civilians believe that we are fighting a war about gasoline, not terrorism. The media needs to show what is really going on in Iraq, what good is being done, and pay respect to those putting their lives on the line everyday instead of using the terror in Iraq as a way to encourage people that we need to get out of Iraq, and that we are there for the wrong reasons.

Too many people believe everything that the media has to say. I advise taking it with a grain of salt. The freedom that the media has to portray its coverage and the freedom that BlackFive, other milbloggers, and I have to express our views is what is at stake. The right to say whether or not one supports the war, our troops, or our President are all things that are threatened in the long run.

For a month now, a story about a local firemen that died after saving a child from a fire has been in some form of news almost every day. I knew him and attended his visitation out of respect. I am hurt that he paid the ultimate price. However, how does this saddening loss stand out amongst the fallen and injured troops when they are defending everyone's life and freedoms. There might be a small blip on the radar when a local has became a fallen hero, but this pales in contrast to the great debate about whether bars should ban smoking. But I digress....

The Hottie Reserves Guy

Last night I went out with some friends to listen to a band that was in town and I ended up running into a kid that is a few years younger than me. He is an 11B in the Reserves, and he was home telling everyone goodbye before he left for Iraq sometime at the beginning of the week. Initially, I was having an awesome time talking to him, even if he was a little "Gung Ho GI Joe," if you know what I mean. I think all the pre-deployment work had him a little buzzed, but it wasn't too annoying because he was cute and absolutely ripped. His teeth were perfect, and his smile was just as intoxicating as the beer I was drinking. He should be in ads to promote the Reserves, because the ladies would join just to look at him. He found out that I was in the ARNG as a 91W with an aviation unit and he said that I was the hottest medic he'd ever seen. Let's just say I was enjoying myself.

We talked until the band was done playing, and then everyone was trying to figure out where we were going next, as the bars outside of town stayed open a few hours later. By this time, hottie Reserves guy was turning into freaky "come on baby, take me home - I'm leaving for Iraq" guy. All the money he was throwing around in the bar was getting him wasted and noisy. It was turning into a not-so-good situation, as I was trying to convince him just to ride with my group of friends to the next bar, and that we would drop him off at home because he was too drunk to drive. Well, he was being pushy and trying to get me to take him home. I hate obnoxious, belligerent drunks, so he was treading on my last nerve. He wasn't wanting to take no for an answer, so we ditched drunk Reserves guy. Too bad he was wasted - he was pretty cool at the beginning of the night.

I just thank God that I wasn't alone or in an unfamiliar place, or the night could have ended horribly. I can hold my own, but this guy was so strong, I would have been hoping I was faster. And I am sure this is not going to be my last time dealing with drunk Military. So I am taking a battle buddy when I go out from now on.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

I Never Meant To be So Cold

The weather sucks, and I already ran my 2 miles for the day (gotta be stealth) so I was jamming to the radio while I looked over some human anatomy books. Then damn the luck, the song "Cold" by Crossfade comes on.
As soon as it started, I cringed.

"Looking back at me I see that I never really got it right
I never stopped to think of you
I'm always wrapped up in things I cannot win"

I start to think, man I miss Bobby. UGH!

"I never meant to be so cold
I never really wanted you to see the screwed up side of me that I keep locked up inside of me so deep"

Ah, man. "I never meant to be so cold."

I LOVE this song, but the meaning to me still stings. One of the things that I am still trying to figure out is why I seem to push away from boyfriends/friends when they get too close. I do not have walls up until they get to a certain part, and I think that in some act of protection of myself I keep it in lock down. Access denied. I need to get over this or I am going to end up having a life full of songs like this.

Ok, perhaps not. But I am stupid for walking away because he was a little clingy. Everyone wants someone that loves them for who they are, right? Well this guy did. He accepted me warts and all, and my comfort level with him was freakishly comfortable.

Now That's Flying The Bird

On my usual jaunt through Sgt Grey Eagle's website she had a post that was really inspiring about a Marine Corp Gunnery Sergeant that managed to walk away after a bomb detonated underneath him. Go check it out here.

Friday, February 03, 2006

Shock And Awe

Why are so many people shocked that I am in the ARNG? Is it wrong for an intelligent, beautiful young woman like myself to choose to serve her country?

Damn, I am getting used to the jaws dropping.

I have just moved back to my hometown - I moved away right after I graduated high school, before I left for college. It is interesting to go out to some of the bars in town because I feel like I am in disguise or something. Hardly anyone recognizes me; I usually have to tell them who I am after they stare at me awhile. I know I have changed a little bit (everyone grows up), but geesh! I am gonna slap the next guy I catch "talking" to my chest instead of me. Come on now people!

I guess I was the All-American girl-next-door type growing up, and I admit that my wardrobe is different now. This former tomboy LIKES getting dolled up now. But are people really that superficial?

My best friend's dad is really supportive of my decision, but I swear he is hitting on me! Ok, I am positive he is hitting on me. He is cute for an older guy, but eeeeeeeewwwwwwwww!!! I am 20 years younger than him!

Find Out More About This Cowgirl

Ok, thought I would do this for kicks.

*Four jobs you have had in your life*
1.) Bartender
2.) Horse trainer/riding instructor
3.) Research Assistant
4.) Secretary

*Four movies you could watch over and over again*
1.) Pretty Woman
2.) Forest Gump
3.) Cocktail
4.) Saving Private Ryan

*Four TV shows you love to watch*
1.) Grey's Anatomy
2.) ER
3.) CSI
4.) The Tonight Show w/Jay Leno
4.) Medium

*Four places you have been on vacation* (nowhere really cool yet)
1.) Washington, DC
2.) Cocoa Beach, Florida
3.) Mustang Island and San Antonio
4.) Disney World (lol)

*Four websites you visit daily*
1.) Grey Eagle (A Female Soldier)
2.) Chicago Tribune
3.) Military.com
4.) Smash - The Military Outpost

*Four favorite foods*
1.) Dr. Pepper
2.) Pizza
3.) Yogurt
4.) Steak

*Four places you would rather be*
1.) Riding a horse
2.) On a gorgeous beach next to a tropical ocean holding a drink with an umbrella in it while being surrounded by hotties
3.) Ireland
4.) Australia

*Four favorite alcoholic beverages*
1.) Bud light (in a bottle please)
2.) Amaretto Stone Sour
3.) Malibu and pineapple
4.) anything not draft beer

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Rock on Grey Eagle!

One of my favorite places to cruise through everyday when I am surfin' the 'net is Grey Eagle's site/blog A Female Soldier. She is a combat medic with the 101st Airborne deployed to Iraq. Her insight into military life is intoxicating, and I would love to meet her one day. She rocks!

One of my dear friend's husbands is with the 101st Airborne - he just went back to Iraq after spending quality time with his family on leave.

Confident Cowgirl

~You're a Confident Chica~

You're a total superstar - and you know it.

Even if no one else does (in which case you'll remind them).

You hate to admit that you're wrong... even to yourself.

Your life is great - and you've thankful for every great thing you have.

This is pretty close to the real me, but I will admit when I am wrong, lol. Hooah!