Monday, January 31, 2011

{Week One of Guest Bloggers} Hello Brie!

I fractured my wrist in two places last week, and it has been extremely hard to type with my left hand. I want to thank those that have volunteered to be my guest bloggers! If you would like to contribute a post, please email me!

{Brie Marie}

It's always the same with him.

Clock? 5:40. Shit.

"Hubby, what do you want for dinner?"

*shrugs* "Food."

*sigh* "Seriously babe, help me out here."

*shrugs* "I'll eat whatever."

"You're such a liar..."


*mocks him* "Ewww, this has mushrooms. Eww, the noodles are chewy. Eww, is that TINY LITTLE GREEN THING a piece of broccoli?! Eww, why does this smell like tuna? OH MY GOD, did you put JELLY on my peanut butter sandwich?!"

He glares. "Are you done yet?"

I continue the rant as I head off to the kitchen. "I don't even like mushrooms! But you cannot even taste them, or broccoli, when they're" pinches fingers "this freaking small! And who the hell doesn't eat peanut butter with jelly? Or doesn't like Oreos? Oh, and tuna salad is the SHIT. If you could plug your nose for two seconds and suck up the smell, MAYBE, you would like it!"

I'm in the kitchen banging pots and pans around and he's just standing there, glaring at me.

I drop a pan and say "Ya know what, no more! If you can't tell me something other than 'food' for once... and answer with something you want... so that for once you'll eat what I cook, then I'm not cooking dinner on those days."
 "Are you serious?" He asks.

"Yes!" I storm out of the kitchen, but not without turning around first to say, "And by the way, they're not 'chewy'. It's called AL DENTE!"


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Friday, January 28, 2011

I am going to need Guest Bloggers!!! {Please Read!!}

{Long Story Short}

I was being silly with my 3 year old this afternoon, fell and broke my right wrist in two different places. My radius and ulna. I am going to be out of commission for a little bit apparently, and I am going to need guest bloggers. I would be ever so greatful. Please email me if your interested in helping out this gimp, lol!

Thank you!

Faces of Loss/Faces of Hope

I stumbled upon one of the many blogs I read, and I couldn't help to click on the link to the site: My heart saddens when I hear about an infant loss, or even a miscarriage. I mourn for the women that go through this, and I get angry with the ones that choose to abort them.

Not many people know this, but I lost my big brother several years before I was born, and I lost my little sister many years later. I honestly don't know how my mother deals with it-- she doesn't talk about it. William was 8 months in utero, and Aspen was 6 months in utero.

When the doctors told me that it would be difficult for me to ever conceive; I found out July 2006, that I might have some hope. I went home to Texas, and found out that I was expecting. It wouldn't even be a week later that I would find out that I lost the baby. My heart was broken, and I was deeply confused. Furthermore, Mr. B was in California, and I was dealing with it alone. My trip home was shortened, and Mr. B requested me to come back sooner. (I had no idea how far along I was, because I wasn't regular.) I grieved alone for the next few months, (Hubby was in denial) and in the beginning of November, I saw my sister 6 months pregnant. She was glowing, and I couldn't help but to be a little envious. I put my hand over belly just to get a solid kick from my niece. I was excited for my sister, but my heart physically hurt, and I couldn't control how I felt about "what could have been".

Little did I know, that I had a miracle happening inside me! I found out on Thanksgiving 2006, that I was expecting Miss K. My little spit fire of joy. I love her soo much!

So, that is my story.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

{Tap in Thursdays} Military Quarters

This is a new meme from Army Strong Spouses! If you are military spouse, feel free to link up! :)

{Military Quarters}

1. Name an installation you have been stationed.

Twentynine Palms, California-- This was my first duty station that I was actually married at. (I am prior-service.) It is right dab in the Mojave Desert.

2. Did/do you live on or off post?

I lived on and off base.

3. What would you recommend for newcomers to do about housing?

If there is a wait list, (mine was only two weeks) then, you have the option to go to 801 housing out in town. It has its pros/cons. I personally didn't live in 801, and honestly, I wouldn't recommend it to anyone.

Check out I absolutely LOVE that website. I found a cheap brand new home to rent, when we moved off base. This website is useful for all duty stations. 

4. Where is an inexpensive place you can stay off post while waiting for on post living?

I have no idea off base! But, they have lodging on base that is reasonable.

5. How is the housing office? Do you have any recommendations or specific people to speak with?

Lincoln Military Housing is a privatized company. You are not going to have a choice on what housing you want. They stick you where they can. If you husband reaches a certain rank that allows more bedrooms; make sure that they meet your requests soon. I found a better house off base that was cheaper than what the BAH was. Remember, Lincoln Housing is a business, and they want your money. I told them that I wanted to move into this nice house, and magically the wait list diminished from 3-5 months (they told me the same crud for 3 months at that point) to they have a house available for me.

6. How is the wait list?
That really depends on the time of year. If you never lived in their housing before, it could be very quick. However, if your family grows or your spouse gains rank, it could take a while.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

WHW: I heart Dreams

This is my first time doing this meme, and if you can link up at to join in on the fun!

This week, I heart Dreams!

They are raw, and intense; at least the ones I have are. My subconscious leaks out things, and I literally contemplate with "what the heck", all day long. So, here is my ode to Dreams, the good and the bad.

Happy Dreaming :)

Follow Semper Fi to Apple Pie?

Please go to my other blog, and follow there! It will have completely different content, and hopefully I will get sponsors to do healthy/fitness giveaways on that site.

Thank you!

Tuesday, January 25, 2011


Years after first hearing this song by "Saving Jane" it still holds true for me.

Are you a mess like me?

Monday, January 24, 2011

Military Monday Blog Hop {Come Join Us!}

So, I am doing another blog hop this week, and I can't wait to start following some new blogs. This is a blog hop for everyone, (not just military) so please feel free to join us. You can travel to Marine Parents, and link up! My blog will be under construction soon, as I will be getting a totally new look. So, stayed tuned for that! Oh, and if you like to follow my journey towards fitness, and leading a healthy lifestyle; follow me at: It is a new blog, so please excuse the mess. :)

Saturday, January 22, 2011

{What's for Dinner?} Orange Marmalade Chicken thighs and Asparagus

Okay, so I got caught with the hubs after the kiddos were in bed, and forgot to post!

{Dinner and a movie}

Hubby is making dinner tonight-- and he got the recipe from :)

{What you are going to need}

Chicken thighs, a lemon, soy sauce, and orange marmalade

{How to make this delicious meal}

Preheat the oven to 350F

Wash the chicken and place in an oiled casserole dish or baking pan. Squeeze the lemon juice over the chicken.

Mix the orange marmalade with the soy sauce and spoon over the chicken. Turn the chicken pieces to coat well.

Cover with aluminum foil and bake in the center rack of a 350F preheated oven for 45 minutes. Remove the cover and bake for 10 more minutes. Switch to broiler setting and broil for 5 to 10 minutes on the top rack to get a golden brown crisp top.

Thank you for providing the photos and the recipe!


Just steamed asparagus, lol.

{Movies for the Night}

Gotta love the Blockbuster kiosk! :)

Friday, January 21, 2011

My first MilSpouse Friday Fill-In

Interested in doing these as well? Feel free to link up with Wife of a Sailor! :)

1.What do you usually want to know about someone when meeting them for the first time?

If we have anything in common. It helps form a conversation! I especially want to feel connected to someone, and it helps if we have some mutual interests.
2.Would you rather know everything about your spouse, or be regularly surprised?

It really depends, lol! I do like to be surprised, but I don't want to be off guarded.

3.If you could live in one city for the rest of your life, where would you live?

Kailua, Hawaii :)

4.When you go out of town, what one material thing do you ALWAYS take?

My cell phone!

5.Using no more than 10 nouns, and ONLY nouns, describe yourself.

Mommy, wife, Hawaii, ocean, Texas, scrapbook, Leader, friend

Thursday, January 20, 2011

{According to Miss K} When I grow up, my name is going to be Emily...

{Life According to Miss K}

My Story: When I was little, my dad and I were at our local laundry-mat, and I would be his special laundry helper. We would have alias that we would go by - just another one of my crazy imaginations gone wild - he was "George", and I was "Ashley". One day at the laundry-mat, my dad told me it was time to go. I looked at him like he was crazy, and I said, "I am not Holly, I'm Ashley." Mind you, there were a ton of people around gawking at my father. It made him uneasy, and I just gave a chuckle. (I was probably around four or five at this time.)

This evening, Miss K {3 years old, people!} had came up with an alias. Actually, she had been mentioning it for awhile, but I didn't pay attention to it until this evening. Miss K goes, "When I grow up, I am going to change my name to Emily, and I am going to be a doctor." Where in the world did my child even hear about the name, Emily? We don't know any Emilys'!  So, I remember fondly about my days where I would have my alias in my pocket, and have a good time playing, "Ashley and George". Is Miss K my "Emily"? I told her that when she has a daughter of her own, that she can name her Emily, but her name will always be K...
By the way, "Ashley" is Miss K's middle name. :)

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

New blog on the side.. "Semper Fi on the Fly..."

Haha, that completely rhymed. I have decided to create a separate blog about my journey back into the Marine Corps, (reserves this time around) while losing weight, getting fit, and running. Don't worry, I will still be blogging here. The other blog will be more of a healthy/fitness lifestyle blog. So, please do add me there as well; however, it will be under construction until I find a designer. (I am looking for someone to revamp both!) Follow at:

Thanks! :)

Find me on Facebook!

My fan page that is! Just look for "Semper Fi to Apple Pie" with the picture, and you will be able to get updates when I post a new blog. :)

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Serious need of a blog makeover!

Can anybody refer me to an awesome blog designer that is willing to spit out a design quickly? Thank you!

I seriously need to revamp my site. :)

Monday, January 17, 2011

Military Monday Blog Hop

I haven't done a blog hop in quite awhile, and if you found me over at Marine Parents; I just want to give you a big welcome! My blog is going to be revamped soon, so please excuse the mess. :)

About Me:

I was in the Marine Corps, and now I am currently married to an active duty Marine. We have two little girls that keep me crazy busy. I am taking a half semester break from my college studies. I am putting my package in to go back into the Marine Corps.. I love to blog about my past experiences. So, please do go to the top of my navigation and find my links that lead to my "Marine Corps Days". I love feedback, and if you stop by, please leave a comment! :)

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Siobhan Fallon's "You Know When the Men Are Gone" book review

Being a two-time deployment survivor, when I finished reading, You Know When the Men Are Gone by Siobhan Fallon, had hit close to home. I was privileged to snag a copy of the collection before it hits the public on January 20. I honestly could not put the book down!

The fictional collection of stories center around Army base, Fort Hood, Texas. There are seven stories all together, with the characters intertwined throughout the book; each spouse has their own doubts, struggles, and strengths as they endure a long 12-month deployment. Amazingly, Fallon has caught the lives of military members in a shed of light that has allowed her readers to enter the mysterious world of the Army life behind closed gates.

Fallon showed that military spouses might share the same deployment, but every journey will be different, and no one will leave unaffected.

Even though this collection was geared toward the Army lifestyle, I feel that it will reach out to all military spouses from every branch of service.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Dirty-Thirty: Part Two {Featured Blogger: LCpl Bushard (Purganan)}

This is Part Two of the Dirty-Thirty series. If you are just now reading, please go to my link up to the top of my blog that says, "My Marine Corps Days.." to follow from the beginning. :)

I want to introduce you to another female Marine that made her journey with me through bootcamp. She had seen the quarter-deck just as much as I did. So, here is LCpl Bushard (now Mrs. Purganan, since she has since been married, and now out of the Marine Corps.)

Her Story:

After leaving my parent’s home which was a daily battle, boot camp seemed like a cake walk. I had asthma, a bevy of other physical ailments, but all I had ever wanted to be was a Marine. The plane I was on delivered a handful of us a day late and a dollar short, everyone else had received their gear, learned the gist of things – I scrambled to find my footing. The day we met our Drill Instructors, I knew it was going to be more fun than I had originally thought. Someone peed themselves on purpose, refused to train, others buckled under the pressure, and I remained a wallflower. They didn’t even know my name until week three – it was looking to be more pleasant than I had originally thought. Getting screamed at and being held accountable for other people’s problems were not exactly my idea of a good time, but I was used to it and for once it all seemed to make sense. My dad and stepmom were experts at making me feel like a useless piece of crap, so when then Sergeant De Leon, singled me out and seemed to have a vendetta against me, it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. I suppose I deserved it. One night, when we were seemingly getting a chance to let loose for once, I unleashed my spot-on impression of De Leon’s charismatic “march.” The woman looked like she was having a seizure sometimes while marching us, and as soon as I had mocked her, I knew I was going to be dead the next day. She had me on the quarterdeck doing “mountain climbers” for at least an hour. I have never hated a person more than I hated her after that day. When the others belittled us, were hard on us, it was for training purposes or because we genuinely screwed the pooch. De Leon just couldn’t stand me. I think she was just jealous of my fabulous rack (as I was one of the only girls who kept their boobs after a bazillion push-ups). It’s highly, highly probable that’s what it was.

I idolized our other instructor, Sgt. Gonzales. I remember most specifically, the immense pride I felt when then Sgt. Gonzales went through and named the people she thought deserved to be there. I beamed with joy for weeks that she thought I should be there. 20 second shower without soap? Sure! I deserve to be here! Oh, you’re going to dump our footlockers again? Awesome! I deserve to be here! … I wanted very little more than to be exactly like her as a Marine. She was hard on us, but I could see she gave a crap. As a Latina-lite myself, I understood her quirks. One of my funniest interactions with her actually had to do with my heritage. I had made friends with a recruit called Rocio Jaimes. We would clean and hang out, and since we both speak Spanish, it was our language of choice. One day, Jaimes and I had been cleaning the bathroom and I had to go out to the gear locker. I accidently bumped into Sgt Gonzales and, in Spanish, said our usual ditty of “good morning so-and-so, requesting permission to blahblahblah.” She looked completely confused, and once I realized what I had done, I re-said it all, this time in English. She stood there dumbfounded for a second and I slinked my way over to the gear locker – which happened to be right outside the DI hut. A few seconds later I heard a snippet of a conversation about what had happened. Gonzales saying, “She was speaking Spanish.” Knowing they were talking about me, I listened in. De Leon pulled up my record and read the part where it says I am Hispanic. “She doesn’t LOOK Hispanic” I heard Gonzales say, “Well, I guess in her hips and thighs, but she’s so white.” And, for the next few minutes the conversation continued, debating how I do and don’t show my Mexican. Gonzales said something about my attitude and De Leon made a reference to my boobs. Figures.

The last week was when I realized how much more scary the idea of leaving boot camp was than boot camp itself. Everything, even the squad bay thrashings and the lack of a decent shower, had become routine. I was lucky enough to have made a few friends and passed through everything without injury or failure. I wasn’t sure what was going to come next, and the idea of having all that freedom again kind of terrified me. My parents were hard on me, berated me, belittled me, but it was all out of scorn. These women, for better or worse, had made me into the best possible version of me, and I will forever be in their gratitude. Yes, even De Leon. After all, my mother always told me to have sympathy for those less fortunate – and less endowed.

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Thursday, January 13, 2011

Dirty-Thirty: Part One {Featured blogger: Sgt Johnston- McKitrick}

One thing that I love to blog about is my Marine Corps days, (which will become my continuing saga.. watch out for that!) and I like to find the humor of the craziness I had to go through.

I didn't go through it alone; however, I had quite a few other females that went through it exactly the same time I did. So, as I slowly contact all the girls from my bootcamp platoon known as, "Dirty Thirty", I would like to introduce, "Johnston".

I remember Johnston as being super tall and slender, and drove me crazy with her perfectionism. She was the one that made me want to throw her "One scoop and go!" at her in the chow line. It wouldn't be until we linked up a few years later, that we appreciated our time at Parris Island. So here is her take on what we went through...

Her Story:

At the request of Holly, I have sat down and sorted through all the painful, funny, and embarrassing moments that we shared during our thirteen weeks at Parris Island in 2004. You hear everyone in the military talk about how they made life-long friendships during boot camp/basic training. I scream LIES!! I know, I’m writing this at the request of a friend that I met during boot camp… the difference is we weren’t friends during it. I don’t know if anyone actually became friends with anyone there. Stress does not always bring out the best in people, especially when seventy women are all living in the same room for three months.

Any way, I digress… although at the time, boot camp was horrible, alienating, and downright miserable; looking back I have so many great and funny memories. Ask anyone who has ever served, especially a Marine, and they will tell you boot camp stories until you want to scream.

Our drill instructors were the most formidable women I think I have ever, and will ever come in contact with, but I don’t remember them being vertically intimidating. We of the Dirty Thirty had three Hispanic women who required us to say their names quickly and perfectly. Sergeant De Leon became very annoyed at us for how people squished it together saying “Deli On,” resulting in her yelling one night, “Big D Little E SPACE Big L Little E on” multiple times. Sergeant Gonzales got very irritated that when we had to write out information on duty every night people kept writing “Gonzalez.” This resulted in her yelling, “My name doesn’t end in ‘z!’ I’m not a fricking Puerto Rican!!”

I don’t know how entertaining this may be for anyone else… but at the time, this was so hard not to laugh at. I know how they felt, with my maiden name that I had the entire time I was in, nobody ever said/spelled it correctly. They would always use Johnson instead of Johnston, even when I would tell them “sTon” people would still screw it up.

Another funny story, which I promise is definitely more entertaining than name mistakes, has to do with why we were referred to as Dirty Thirty. We were Platoon 4030, Oscar Company 4th Battalion graduating 1 October 2004. In boot camp, there are specific methods to ask to do everything. If you didn’t say the long phrase correctly, you got yelled at and weren’t allowed to do whatever. Example: “Good Afternoon Ma’am, Drill Instructor Sergeant De Leon, Ma’am. This recruit requests permission to make a head call, Ma’am.” Just to go to be bathroom.

During the first few days of boot camp, no one wanted to step up and ask for permission to do anything. This led to many, many girls who needed to go to the restroom holding it, some longer than they actually could. In the first two weeks of boot camp, at least 4 women wet their pants, one of which continued to do so throughout our stay until the night she accidentally got the girl in the bed below her wet. I happened to be on fire watch this night, and all I remember is one of our shorter girls stumble into the center of the squad bay, arms and legs spread out to try and keep the wet clothing away from her body , crying “Fire Watch!! Philips* just peed on me!!”
*Name has been changed for camaraderie reasons*

You can find her here. :)

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

{Wordless Wednesday} Always Faithful...

Sunday, January 9, 2011

What's for Dinner? Moroccan Lentil and Chick peas soup!

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One of my biggest resolutions this year is to cancel out fast food, and cook every night for my husband. (Not that we eat fast food every night, but going out to eat, and fast food is was the majority in my house. When I do cook, I tend to go all out; my husband really enjoys my cooking. So, to 2011, I am going to let you in on what I have cooking in my house. I will take you through all the cuisines, and if you decide to take a recipe; let me know what you think!

So, here is what was on our table this evening...

Moroccan Lentil and Chick peas soup


2 Tbsp Basting Oil

...1 pkg (8 oz) Mirepoix

4 cloves (2 Tbsp) Peeled Garlic, chopped

1 pkg (16 oz) Green Lentils, sorted and rinsed

1 can (28 oz) Italian Classics Kitchen Cut Roma Tomatoes with Basil

2 cartons (32 oz each) Vegetable Culinary Stock

1 tsp coriander seed or ground coriander

1 tsp cumin

1 tsp turmeric

1 tsp cinnamon

1/4 tsp powdered cayenne pepper

1 can (15.5 oz) Garbanzo Beans, rinsed and drained

2 Tbsp chopped fresh cilantro

Salt to taste
You'll Need: Handheld or regular blender


1.Add basting oil to stockpot on MEDIUM. Add mirepoix and garlic; cook, stirring, 5-6 min, until soft but not browned. Stir in lentils, tomatoes, stock, coriander, cumin, turmeric, cinnamon, and cayenne pepper.

2.Cook, covered, 20-25 min.

3.Puree briefly (about 15 seconds) with handheld blender, just to thicken (don't puree all the lentils).

4.Stir in garbanzo beans and cilantro. Season to taste with salt. Simmer about 5 min on MEDIUM until heated through.

Chef Tip(s):

To save time, use Produce Department cooked lentils.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Sealed Strength Organization

Spouse deployed? Need some encouragement? The staff writers from the non-profit organization, "Sealed Strength", will send letters, and care packages to help the deployment go smoother.

Click below to enter their site!

sealed strength

2 Corinthians 3:3 You are a letter of Christ, cared for by us, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts.

Founded in September 2010
My friend, Mallory Sessions, founded Sealed Strength after her and her husband got stationed in South Korea. Her and her co-founder, Samantha Payne, has recruited quite a few staff writers from all branches of the military. These ladies give letters of encouragement to over 120 plus miltary spouses, stationed from all over the world.   
Their Mission:
"Our passion is to provide positive encouragement while battling loneliness. Supporting wives during times of deployment. We are handwritten letters of Christ, writing from our hearts to yours."
Sending strength and faith home to spouses all over the world.

What they do:

"When a spouse deploys, we want to be that extra support and strength a Wife (Girlfriends and Moms too) needs during the entire deployment. Each new friendship starts with a care package and follows with handwritten letter once a month from a person on our writing team. We will continue to support you, as a Military Wife, until your deployed service member comes home safely.

We are here to serve all members of the Armed Forces.

*If you know someone whose spouse isn't deployed but could use a little support, please feel free to email us. Our main goal is to add as much support in the lives of Military Wives, and no one will be left behind.

Sealed Strength is committed to maintaining your privacy and security during your deployment. We will never share or sell your information to anyone. We will never contact you for any matters other than those directly related to Sealed Strength. The only people who have access to your information are our board members (for database purposes) and your team writer. All of our team writers are chosen carefully and are personally known by our president and (often) other members of the Sealed Strength team. This familiarity with our team writers is essential to maintaining a personal, professional, and safe experience for all involved."
How YOU can help support Sealed Strength
All money goes directly to the organization.

*Sealed Jars of Strength $15 (+ $3 shipping)

*Sealed Strength Bracelets $5 (+ $1 shipping)

*Yellow Ribbon Decal $ ANY Donation

A sample care package:

*Sealed Strength T-Shirts - Coming soon

Sealed Strength team members are asking for the following items to be donated:

- Stationery/Note Cards

- Pens

- Postage (Forever Stamps are best!)

- Envelopes

- Snacks

- Monetary Donations Always Accepted.

Donations of $25 or more will receive a gift in order to Thank You for your support of Sealed Strength and Our Troops.

Etsy shops and crafty ladies:

Sealed Strength is always looking for items to be donated for Silent Auctions

If you would like to be a Team Writer; go to for more information.

Thank you for your support!

Monday, January 3, 2011

{Twenty-Ten} A year in Review

Better late than.. never. :)


 I forgot to blog.. oops.


Welcome back to blogger! I reviewed a month later about what had happened in 2009... and have been writing every month since. Go me!


My husband had his wonderful birthday, and I ordered this wonderful golf cake!


We closed on our first home!

I dealt with my favorite show, Lost coming to end, and how I viewed where I was at in life.


I went on a getaway with the girls to New York City! I had soo much fun!


Miss K and I went and saw some great friends in North Carolina


We celebrated 4th of July


Miss K turned 3 and Miss A turned 1! (A combined birthday to celebrate.)

My momma came to visit!

Mr. B was a Distinguished Graduate from the Career Course. (Top GPA in his class.)


We made a special trip to North Carolina so Miss K could see her best friend on her birthday.


I played for a co-ed softball team, the Sharks.


I went home to Texas, and Keira got to re-unite with her "unofficial" twin, Chase!


Goodness! What a month! Just look at the last post , lol.

Miss A was in the hospital with RSV and Bronchiolitis for three days

Went skiing for the first time at Purgatory in Colorado

Just a few blog headers that I went through this past year!