Tougher. Better.

This weekend was really long and really short all at the same time.  We did some really beneficial night ops, but we had to sleep out in the 30 degree weather. That was not exactly the most fun thing I have ever done. It was a very long four hours. Just when I would get warm enough to sleep for a few minutes, the cold would pinch my toes and I'd be awake again. It was a tough mission, but it was good for us. It helped us figure out what we needed to fix among our team and within our entire platoon.
The best part is, because we were out all night, they gave us almost the entire day off on Saturday. It was heavenly. Of course, I slept almost the whole day, but it was so nice. I don't think I have ever appreciated having a heated blanket as much as I do right now.   I like to complain about being a Soldier a lot. I gripe and moan about the way things are done and how it could all be so much better, but this weekend, I just felt so proud to be in the Army at all.  As many of you know, it wasn't easy for me to get where I am today.  I had my little promotion ceremony today, and I just swelled up with pride in knowing how hard I have worked to earn what I have. I say it has been easy, but I don't know if that's actually true. I think it started out hard and I just got stronger. Tougher. Better.  With hair long enough for a real bun! 
*** Today, I also got to celebrate my only little niece's first birthday. This time last year, I was doing weapons qual and trying really hard to get enough to eat. I'm so sad I wasn't around when she was born, but I am elated I got to share this day with my family this year. I can't believe my big sister has been a mommy for an entire year...She sure made a cute kid. 

Happy Birthday, my little Kallie Wallie. I don't know what our lives would be like without your cute little face. I'm proud to be your auntie. You make my life better by existing in it. 

That Adulthood Though...

Remember that goal about blogging every weekday?  I suck.  But seriously, if you knew about my work schedule you would understand. If I want to do anything after work, I kind of have to sacrifice the blogging. Not only that, I am so boring!  Lucky for you all, I've been brainstorming things to talk about, and I've finally got a few things to say. Hopefully these idea will get me through the week.  Oh, and my friend Ashley  wrote an awesome post today about being a closet blogger. Go read it, it makes me seem really awesome. :)

1)  You have to get up and go to work. 

2) When you don't have to get up and go to work, you have to go to the bank, pay your bills, clean something, get the oil changed...it never stops. 

3)  When you go out on dates, you have to consider the possibility of forever. 

4) I no longer play around on facebook and twitter when I'm on my phone. Instead, I check my credit report and bank account. 

5) My life is dictated by this thing 

6) I get tired before 11 o'clock at night. 

7)  You have to get up and go to work. 

8)  I budget. For fun. 

9) I have to make plans in advance. Spontaneity is dead. 

10) I feel rich when I've got about this many moneys. 

Although my blogging goals aren't doing so well, I can't remember the last coke I had. I haven't had a soda in about two weeks I think.  I've been working hard in the gym, and my life is already so much better for it.  I highly recommend it if you're a slave to the soda pop.  

I hope you all are finding away to forget your adulthood this weekend. I'm going to be working hard, playing soldier and pretending I know what I'm doing. It's gonna be great I'm sure. 
Happy Friday. 

Workin Hard

Well, hello, Monday! We meet again. Mondays don't really bother me.  I work literally every weekend, so Monday is just another day of the week, not really the start of working.  It's an interesting trade off of this job I got myself into.  For the month of march, I've made a few goals.  I am working on my New Years Resolutions, so I thought I'd just made a a few sub goals that help me to accomplish those big ones that I made. For this month, these are some of my goals. 

I kinda cheated because when I made these goals, it was the end of February, so I already completed this first goal on my list. The deal was, if I finished it, I got to stay a specialist. I got promoted last drill even though the standard had changed, but if I wanted to keep it, I had to get that done, so I finally finished it last Thursday.  So far, my other goals are going really well.  I started working on them before the month began.  I haven't had a drop of soda in days (which for me is a huge deal. I usually drink at least one a day) I've been hitting the gym every day and working hard. I think March is going to be a great month.  

You know what else I'm so excited about?

The Sassy Seamstress just sent me this fantastic pillow! I am so dang excited about it.  When I saw it sitting on my couch a couple days ago I was so happy I could have shouted...I didn't , but I wanted to.  It is so adorable.  It came with care instructions and arrived the day she told me to expect it and it is seriously too awesome. I think I need another one that says "Fezes are cool" 

I am pretty sure I'm going to have to order a couple of more things from the "not so family-friendly" gal.  All of her products will be this high-quality and hand made. I don't recommend anything I don't actually love...I. Love. This. 

Well, I think I've got to get going, but I hope you all have a wonderful week! I am pretty sure I will!

Car Selfies and Brow Tweezing

One of my goals for the month of March is to get completely, head to toe, ready every day.  I'm tired of feeling like crap in my tee shirts and jeans every day, so I decided to start now.  Yesterday, I went shopping in my little sister's closet. I put on about 4 outfits before I decided on the one I actually ended up wearing.  I forgot how exhausting "style" and "fashion" could be.  I think what I ended up wearing was pretty cute. I even busted out the lipstick. 

I've had the jeans and the cardigan for years. I think I got the cardigan at Aeropostale.  The shirt is compliments of my baby sister's closet. I think it's from forever 21. The flops are from Walmart.  My lipstick is Covergirl. It's my favorite shade, yet I can't remember what it's called. 
After I got ready, I headed towards work way too early, like always. This means that I had plenty of time to... a) wander around Walmart. I bought some lunch for work, a pair of sunglasses, and a pair of tweezers. I lost mine.   b) Tweezed my eye brows using my visor mirror.  c) Take multiple selfies in the car. 
The sunglasses only cost me $7 and I quite like them.  I've needed a new pair forever, and I guess today was the day. 
Everyone at work had something to say about the fact that I appeared to have made an attempt to look like a contributing member of society.  It was probably the lipstick. It shocks everyone. It was such a beautiful day out, I didn't really want to say cooped up the whole day, so it was kind of a pain in the bum to be working the whole day instead of ambling around outdoors in my cute new shades.
And that, my friends, was my first attempt at a "What I Wore" Wednesday. How'd I do?

Well...Do you?

In case you didn't know, I'm a young single adult, living at home with my wonderful parents. I work a full time job with a completely crazy schedule where I'm never particularly pleased with the time that I get off.  I'm not yet 21 and I'm not super religious (meaning I don't hang out at the single's ward). These things can make it kind of difficult to meet guys.  And what I mean by guys, is people to go out on dates with and get to know, not like...random people I went to high school with who want to "watch a movie" in their mom's basement.  One night, I was flipping through my Twitter Feed (oh you're not following me? Why not?) and I was seeing all these hashtags...tinder.  And unfortunately I became one of those people who dates online.  I've been trying to figure out how to really use it as a good tool to learn about myself in relation to the personalities of others. But for the most part, you judge everyone by a few pictures and a little blurb about them (if they write one) Sometimes people make it really hard.

1. Which one are you? 

2. I can't see your face. 

3. Every picture you posted is like this. 

All kinds of random things go through my head while I'm swiping left and right over and over again.  It's hard to explain it unless you've used it, but it is really such a weird thing. 

Do you Tinder?

Which of Jesus' Disciples Are You?

It's finally happening. I'm getting my hair done. I can't take it anymore. It's a train wreck. It will get done on Thursday and I will no longer look in the mirror and feel an overwhelming sadness about my accidental ombre I've got going on.  For a while, I was all about being a cute little fashion-forward blogger who always dressed cute and didn't have horrible hair.  
That ends today. Well, Thursday. 
I also decided to try and get caught up on some of my blog reading. There are all kinds of blogs that I've always loved to read regularly that I have been seriously neglected. I was the comment queen...and now I just see that someone posted and say "I'll read it later" then I don't and now I have literally 678 posts to read. 
Being bored makes me do some odd stuff. I most just download apps that are a sever waste of time that are extremely fun to play on while I'm taking my nightly bath.  Word of advice, you feel like getting things done, do not download the BuzzFeed app. One minute you'll be flipping through the articles, the next thing you know, not only did you take a quiz telling you which of Jesus' disciples you are, but you have also successfully wasted 1.5 hours of your life. 
I'm Saint Matthew, by the way. 
I was in the middle of writing this, and stopped for a BuzzFeed Break.  Seriously, don't do it.  You don't need to see the Japanese comedian in a raw turkey costume. 
Well, I hope you have all had a wonderfully bearable Monday! 

Movie Funny

Sometimes I take a step back and look at my life and think about how it's never really all that interesting. Sure, there are things about it that have been interesting but, in general, I'm boring.  Yesterday, I got home from work and my sisters were making homemade soft pretzels.  Megan is in food 2, and they make all sorts of interesting things.  She also quite the little baker.  So yeah...random soft pretzels. As it turns out, I lack imagination when it comes to pretzel art.
While my sisters were making music notes and cute swirly patterns with their pretzels these are all I could come up with. 

We thought it was quite hilarious, until Megan decided to start creating a pair of scissors with her pretzels.  I feel like I may not even have to explain how wrong those scissors ended, up, but never fear, I have a visual aid. 

She was hoping that we wouldn't notice and she could destroy her creation before we notices...unfortunately, she was not successful.  She will now be made fun of for creating the penis pretzel for a time estimated to be...the rest of her lifetime. 

And then, for just a split second, my life became movie funny.