A Blast From The Past
21 Apr 2012 Leave a Comment
well last night was weird…running into someone that you used to have feelings for and having a fall out and seeing them for the first time in three months after said fall out… I don’t care who you are it is weird and awkward…who would have thought after so long and so many hurt feelings that I could ever feel anything for you again..learning from the past will help prepare you for the future…if I made a mistake before why would I doom myself to repeat the same mistake? I think simply put it is becaue I never truly got over my feelings for you and seeing you reminded me off all the good memories and made me forget about the hurt and the pain…again simply put…thanks for the memories but I need to move on with my life and that doesn’t include you…
Bella’s first trip to the vet
15 Mar 2012 Leave a Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: Bella, love, pets
it was an eventful morning for sure. I think I emded up with the worst of ot all…i have cuts and bite marks all over my hands but it is worth it to keep Bella calm & happy. that’s what being a pet owner is all about….making our pets happy 
Tough Mudder ®
01 Aug 2011 Leave a Comment
Howmany of you have heard of the Tough Mudder ®? I haven’t until a few days ago. Ifound this on facebook on Monday and since then I have been hooked with readingabout what the event is. I started the workout on Tuesday and let me tell youeven if you do not plan on doing a Tough Mudder® event this workout will giveyou everything that you are looking for to help you lose weight.
Back to why I am writing this andtrying to get the word out on the Tough Mudder ® is because all of the moneythat is raised through these events goes to support the Wounded Warrior Projectand this is something that I believe in very much. I have a strong admirationand love and support for our troops both abroad and domestic. I believe that alot of people out there do to. I think a lot of people whether they know it or notcan somehow connect themselves to someone in the United States Armed Forcesregardless of which branch it is.
Thank You for Your Time & I HopeThat You Take the Time to Click on The Links & Read Up On The InformationGiven & Donate What You Can.
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My Trip To Alaska 2011
01 Aug 2011 Leave a Comment
On June 13,2011 I set out on an adventure that changed my life forever. My trip spannedover 3,000 miles and covered four cities in this great country of ours. I beganmy trip flying out of Detroit Metro airport and then I had a connection flightin Chicago. From Chicago I ended up in Seattle for a few days before finallyhitting Alaska where I stayed for five weeks and had the best summer experienceof my life.
The trip from Detroit to Chicago wasno big deal. It took about an hour to get there and in all honesty, we we’re fiveminutes early landing which was nice. It gave me a little extra time to find myconnecting flight. I know I touched on this before, but it ties in with myentire Alaskan trip from beginning to end. When I was flying from Chicago to Seattle, I had one of the most humbling experiences of my entire life (and yes I do realizeI am 24 and to be saying that is quite a statement). I sat between two men onleave from the United States Army flying home to surprise their families. It was an honor and privilege to sit betweentwo men and listen to their stories of heroism and bravery and to know that theywould put themselves back in harm’s way to protect the freedom of every American. I would be lying if I said I did not tear up. By this time in theflight, we where getting ready to land in Seattle and as we did, I looked at bothof these men (one at a time of course) and said thank you for serving ourcountry. They both just nodded their head and said that it was what they were there for. As I said in my previous blog next time you see a service manor woman take a minute to say thank you. You truly have no idea how much it canmean to someone. I know the few people I have talked to tell me that a quickthank you goes a long way because it lets the men and women in uniform knowthat all of their hard work does not go unnoticed and unappreciated.
Seattle, what a city. I think it is one of those cities that grows on you after a while when you stay for a longperiod of time. Shortly after I got to my hotel room and relaxed for a minute Irealized how shady and sketchy I felt being where I was. I honestly thoughtmore than once I was going to be involved in a drive by. Lucky for me I was notinvolved in any criminal activity. I almost was though. I had to get a physicalfor the job I was going to up in Alaska and I didn’t have it done, so as soonas I got to Seattle I hustled my ass up to get this physical done. I get to theplace where I need to be only to find out that they can do every part of myphysical, except for the chest x-ray for my TB test (Tuberculosis). Why this needs to be done I am still not quite sure, but it was part of the process so Iwas like whatever. I was so tired and pissed off I just did not give a fuckanymore. The doctor comes in to tell me that I will have to go to their otheroffice and get my x-ray done and that they will release the results and blah blah blah. Of course I had no choice but to say okay. By this point in time I was somad I could see red. I know that it was no one’s fault, but I was just so tiredand cranky. Luckily for me and everyone else, this was the point in time where I went back to my hotel room and went to bed. I get up the next morning at four, my body is still on east coast time and I have to watch one of my favorite things on TV…INFOMERCIALS =) … Haha! It was the best hour and a half of my life. Then I took a shower and left for the doctor’s office. This doctor’s visit took a lot longer than it shouldhave and I was getting annoyed. I finally got settled and it was fine. Here comes the awesome part. Because of the doctors visit taking so long, I waslate for my meeting with my union rep, the job I was going to was a union job. I felt like such an idiot walking in late. Luckily, I was not therelong enough for anyone to notice or care.
I finally made it to June 15th the day I arrived in Alaska. The trip from Seattle to Anchorage seemed pretty quick and that was nice. I met two really cool people at the airport inSeattle, Charlie and Marin. We all learned that we were going to the same place.It was nice to know people before you got there as it makes the adjustment time goby quicker. The part of the trip that without a doubt scared me the most was my flight from Anchorage to Dillingham, all do the plane that I was on. This thing was ridiculous. It was something right out of a horror movie. The capacity of this plane could not have been morethan fifty people. Luckily the flight was only an hour so I slept the wholetime. After landing in Dillingham I had to stand in line to get my roomassignment. Luckily I ended up standing in line with the people that came to be my tworoommates, Mariah and Savannah. By this time, it was a little after midnight so of course what do we do after we sort of kind of put our stuff away… we go out and start meeting people. I think I fell asleep at three a.m. and myroommates were in around four, but it was whatever we had so much fun. This goes on for a few days and we get to Friday which was one of those days that I will NEVEREVER FORGET (June 18, 2011) as long as I live. What do most“normal” people do on a Friday night when they do not have to work Saturday??The correct answer to this question is drink and party. So drink and party wedid. But this was no ordinary Friday… This is the night I met “Drunk Joe theFisherman” & his two friends Mike & Jeff (The Twins LOL). As I was heading back to my bunkhouse, I was stopped dead in my tracks by these very good looking guys and their nice hello. I said hello back, introduced myself and we started talking. Out of nowhere, I thought it would be a good idea to finish off my fifth of vodka that I hadstashed away . After we finished it off, we kept on moving down and around the “little island,” which was nothing more than theporch area of the bunkhouse, and Joe comes up with this “great idea” to go to the bar. I remember looking at Joe like he was out of hismind. I was wearing University of Michigan flannel pants, (removed words) a hoodie and boots…I looked like a complete scum bag. Apparently that didn’t matter. (I should tell you that I had never beento the Dillingham bar before this point in time and I didn’t know what to expect.) On our way to the bar, we are stopped and talked to some random drunkwomen. Yeah, that wasn’t much fun for me, but it ended upbeing entertaining. These two other women ended up going to the barwith us, but unfortunately for them, they didn’t even get in the door. Joe bought the first round so I had a budweiser and a shot. That was the beginning of the end for me. It seemed before I was even done with the beer in hand, I had another full one in myother hand. I finally had to tell Joe thank you, but I did not want anymore. I felt so bad for Jeff. This little old native ladystarted grinding all over him and he could not get away from her to save hislife. Unfortunately for him, Mike and Joe were not around tosave him and every time I tried to say something to this lady trying to get her to leave himalone, I just laughed. He finally got away from her and came and sat at thetable with me and we talked some more. “Thanks for being my wing man with thatlady,” he said. Again all I could do was laugh. It was close to closing time and the four of us had one more shot and left, or so I thought. Jeff and I walked out first and waited for Mike &Joe. We start walking towards my bunkhouse and all of a sudden I hear Joe ask mefor a piggy back ride. I thought nothing of it because I thought I was moresober than I actually was. That was not the issue with the piggy back ride. The issue was when we hit a dip in the side walk, I fell hands and knees first.Jeff sees this happen and the look on his face was priceless. Joe could not believe that this happened and Mike was standing over me laughing. Jeff was the only one trying to see if I was okay and help me up, but really it was quiteuseless because I could not stop laughing. As I was sitting on the groundlaughing, Miranda, Bethany, and Nina, three women I work, with walked by and Ishowed them the cut on my hand. I shit you not, Miranda says I got some honeyto make it feel better. (To be completely honest, I thought she was out of her mind and a hippie, but the honey WORKS). So instead of me goingback to my bunkhouse right away, I end up walking down to the PAF where Miranda,Bethany, & Nina are staying to get honey for my hand. Then Mike, Jeff &Joe walked me back to my bunkhouse because they did not want anything to happento me. Ohhh man that was one weird night that I will never forget. I have thescars to prove it. And to think this was only day three in Alaska and I wasabout to go to sleep and miss all of the fun.
My job sucked a lot of cock and balls let me tell you that. I literally stood for sixteen hours a dayand looked at salmon. My day started at about six a.m. trying to get up and get readyfor work. I started salmon patching at six thirty a.m. You are probablywondering what I mean by salmon patching? Salmon patcher was my job title. Iwould watch the cans of salmon, come down the line and make sure thatthere was no visible bones and or skin in the can. If there was I was the onewho had to move the fish around to make sure it was not seen. The worst part ofmy job was not even the job itself, although for the first few days it wastougher than I thought it would be. The worst part of my job was some of thepeople I worked with and as many of you reading this know exactly who I amspeaking of. They drove me fucking nuts. We’re all here to do a job. Why can’t you bitches do your own share of the work instead of passing it on tosomeone else??
Our bedroom window andour bipolar heater. That was a joke. We basically had no screen. It was rippedwhen we got there and they never fixed it. I bet when I go back next summer itis still ripped as bad as it is now. It was nice though at sometimes when wewhere in the room and someone from the connex wanted to talk to us they wouldknock on the window, although that was sometimes a pain in the ass because theywould do it at the most random times. I swear our heater in our room is/was bipolar. I am sorry if anyone who reads this suffers from bipolar disorder, butseriously one night this heater would blow the iciest, coldest air ever and thenext day it would be as hot as hell. It could not make up its mind on whether ornot it wanted to be warm or hot or cold or icy.
One night I walked overto the PAF to get some more honey from Miranda. Do not judge me. It reallyworks. I walked in and I thought that the guy sitting on the couch lookedfamiliar, but I did not say anything. I knocked on Miranda’s door and asked her touse her honey and Jeff is sitting on the couch and Isaid “yeah I see that” and smiled. I walked past Jeff into the bathroomand shut the door. I started laughing to myself because this too me was a funny situation. I walk out and we talked for a minute. He asked me how my hand and knee were and I showed them tohim and then I was like excuse me for a minute. I walk back to Miranda’sroom and hand her back her honey and ask Miranda, Nina, and Bethany to comeand chill with me in the “living area” and so we all ended up hanging outtogether. Miranda & Nina ended up walking to the store to get food and it was during the time they were gone, that somehow Bethany endedup with Mike’s (Jeff’s Brother) rain gear on. I could not stop laughing. Miranda & Nina get back from the storeand we all bullshit a little bit more before we (removed word) decide we wanna go out anddo something, but before we all could do something Jeff had to take Mike hislaundry (I am still not sure why Jeff was doing Mike’s laundry). Bethany and I were sick of waiting so we started walking to her friend Andrew’s boatand on our way we got yelled at. We look up and it is Jeff telling us to comeup on the boat. Come to find out this was Mike’s boat, The Canadian Classic, thatwe were on. We met the crew and it was pretty cool. Bethany and I were talking about how we both wanted to work on the boat and how awesome it would be…Jeffchimes in with a “remember what I told you” remark and I smile at him and sayyes I remember. But what I could not stop laughing at, actually Bethany nor Icould stop laughing at, was “The Twin Sandwich.” Lol. If only you all knew what that meant you would be laughing too at this point in time while we are both onthe boat. Jeff finally asked what we kept laughing at and I leaned over andtold him and he laughed. It was this point in time that we left The Canadian Classic and went onto Andrew Beasley’s boat. This was such a fun night.
I can not tell you howmany people told me I have an accent. Iwas like what? Accent? I do not have an accent. Then I thought about it and Iwas like maybe I do, but I do not ever realize it because I am usually aroundpeople with the same Michigan accent as me. That made me laugh so when I got home I had to askmy Fbook friends.
The connex. What a blast.This box, as I called it, was the “local” hangout for people who wanted to beoutside, but also wanted to be protected from the weather. Seems we were always bumpin’ music from someone’s ipod. Although at times this sucked too seeingas how the connex was right outside my window. This is where I met and bondedwith a lot of people that I hope I am friends with untill the day I die. Someof those people include Brian who not only made me laugh on a daily basis, buthe was a life saver when he would pop my shoulder back into place. Brian…ThankYou For Being My Sugar Daddy 
(Only Brian & my roommates will get thatlast part). Wes…you are one crazy dude with a lot of stories that I hope younever lose. Maybe you should write a book…Maria & Savannah you are two ofthe greatest roomies that anyone could ask for even when I said you guys wherethe worst. I only said worst because you were probably being loud and woke meup. I will never forget our late night roomie chats or our roomie shots…=)…I wish you both lots of success and happiness in life!!CAT!! Ha ha where do I begin with you… You gross me out, but you were one of fewpeople who could always put a smile on my face… You are one crazy lady and Ihope you never change. Ha Ha ask Johnny where the hell the Yukon is? LOL. Joe… Thanksfor being a great “roomie.” You where always my favorite. Zack, I alwaysenjoyed our quick chats while you where out on the forklift. For some reason itseemed to put a smile on my face. Lili, Chadd, Esteban, Makenzie, Michael,Eddie, Laura, Shantelle, Cindi and Rex. I am so glad that I met you all and Ihope I see you all again next summer!
The only differenece on my flight home is that instead of Chicago I had a layover in Denver. The flights still sucked and were long as hell, but what sucked the most was Denver to Detroit. I swear on this particular day I got stuck on the flight with all the babies that did not like to fly and decided to scream and cry the wholethree hour trip. At this point in my day I was so cranky and tired it was noteven funny. I just wanted to be home and off the plane. I slept, or I tried to anyways. Even with my Ipod on and up pretty loud, I could notdrown out the sound of crying babies. It was frustrating to say the very least. Luckily, I made it home safely and with my sanity entact.
Humbling Experience
14 Jun 2011 Leave a Comment
i have always been a huge supporter of our millitary it stems from a long line of family members who have served our great country and also many friends who have served in our military…it was yesterday (June 13, 2011) i was on a flight from chicago to seattle and i had the honor and privlage of sitting between two men from the army who where going home on leave to surprise there families…it was such an experiecne listening to their stories about what they saw…
“I Had a humbling experience today….on my trip from chicago to seattle i sat between 2 men serving in the US Army…to make a long story short i have 1000000% more respect and andmiration for soldiers and their families and what they go through, so if you see a service man or woman stop and say Thank You, you have no idea how much it means to them…Thanks Rob **** For Serving Our Country!!”
i postend ^^ yesterday on facebook. it touched me and made me realize just how truly not only the men and women of our military sacrifice but also what their families go through…one of the men had a baby boy named Jensen that he hasn’t seen before…makes me thankful for all that they do…i don’t think you realize how much everyone sacrifices…so if you see someone who is in the military….stop and tell them you said thank you…you might not realize how much it truly means.
Hello world!
11 Mar 2011 Leave a Comment
hey there everyone. i hope that all is well today. im just going to tell you a bit about myself. as you can see i am a Detroit Sports Fanatic. in fact that is what i’ll mostly be blogging about.
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