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A Boy, A Girl, and The Marine Corps: A Love Triangle

A Boy, A Girl, and The Marine Corps: A Love Triangle

"I cast my lot with a Marine and where he was, was home to me." ~ Anonymous.

Monday, December 10, 2012

I've moved, come find me!

So, this will be the last post on this here blog address.  :)

I'm officially a self hosted blogger!!!!  New address is aboyagirlandthemarinecorps.com

I was going to be making an official redirect, but it will be happening later this week instead.  Mostly because I'm exhausted and am too tired to do much of anything today after a long weekend at work.

I hope to see you all at my new site!

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Thursday, December 6, 2012

Funny Deployment Stories: TAD

You all may remember my Deployment Series in which a number of lovely ladies shared their deployment experiences and their tips to survive.  But deployments aren't always all bad.  Sometimes there are some pretty funny things that happen and I'm happy to share with you a few stories that show the funny side of deployments.  If you have a funny deployment story you'd like to share, please email me!  I'd love to highlight your story! 
Hi, I'm Holly. I blog, intermittently, over at The Robertson Clann. I say intermittently because I'm an awful blogger. But I'm great on facebook! Probably only because I can access it on my phone and it's easier. I'm a lurker though. If your post shows up in my feed I read it. Or in my inbox... if not then, well, I probably don't. Anyway, I said I'd get this post emailed by the end of the day, so here goes. My funny TAD story.

I was lucky Eric didn't deploy while we were married/stationed at MCLB. But Once a month for a week or more, he and his partner (in crime) Would drive from MCLB to Alabama. I went with him every once in a while in the beginning, but man let me tell you. Room service gets OOOOOLD after a while. Well, not room service, but just the general having to go out for everything, every meal. I Just felt gross. So after the first couple times I just stayed home and at night my Husband would call me or we would skype.
anyway one week he decides on a whim to grow a field stache. Which as many of you may know if just plain ridiculous. He swore up and down he wouldn't let me see it, because even HE knew he looked ridiculous. Honestly he looked like a 70's porn star.
One night for whatever reason he decided not to go out with the guys. He missed me and was lonely. So he skyped me. and lo an behold the stach. Ladies, I laughed so hard I cried. I had NEVER seen my husband with any kind of facial hair ever. and it was HILARIOUS. It was red and scruffy and awful. he had completely forgotten about it. Of course in the morning he shaved it and I never got a photo of it. I was FAR to busy laughing to take a screen shot.
However, I did photoshop an image to give you a general idea about what he looked like that night.



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Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Guest Post: Fear

I'd like to introduce to you Allie, a fabulous blogger and fellow Dr. Who nerd.  She blogs over at My Marine and Me.  Please check out her blog and thank her for writing such a wonderfully honest post for me.  She told me she was inspired by my posts about my fears and I feel very honored that she would share her fears with my readers.

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I have seen a lot of bloggers discuss their fears lately and quite frankly, it impresses the heck out of me! To write about something that scares you is extremely personal and gives readers a big look into who you are as a person. For a lot of blogs it is easy to forget there is a person sitting at a computer and actually writing it, and that can be for many reasons. Whether their blog is overrun with reviews and give aways and offers no personal information or if all you get is the fluff, sometimes it is easy to slowly stop reading and back away. But the bloggers who reveal something about who they are, something deep and meaningful and (dare I say it?), human, makes all the difference. Looking at my latest entries on my own blog I realized I have been flirting with fluffy for awhile. I haven’t felt personal or written something extremely meaningful in awhile. Well, maybe it is time to change that.

What am I afraid of?

Spiders and snakes don’t really bother me. I can squish an offending arachnid without having to use a blowtorch and I have held snakes and seen them in the wild. Am I thrilled about it? No. I won’t be poking them with a stick or having them as pets anytime soon, but I can honestly say I am not afraid of them. As a theatre major I have no problems standing up in front of a large crowd. I get a healthy amount of stage fright before a performance and if those butterflies weren’t there I think it would worry me. That adrenaline is a wonderful thing. I ride roller coasters, I can handle heights pretty well and I can get on an airplane with a simple prayer before take off… more out of tradition than anything else. What I am afraid of seems so childish to me, something most people accept as part of life and are at least accepting of it.

I am afraid of dying.

Honestly I was convinced growing up that I was never going to die. I’d live forever, I am me! And then at the beach one day I got caught under a wave while learning to body surf and inhaled a good bit of water. Now, this was not a near death experience, I was just eight years old and was held under too long and quickly saved by my dad. But it was the moment I realized my own mortality and it terrified me.

I know almost everyone does not want to die, that is part of being human, but I don’t know many people who are terrified of it. If I think about it too much I can literally start hyperventilating and my hands and face will go numb.

Part of me feels like this fear is why I wanted to be an actress… so even if I had to die in the physical world I would always be remembered. I’d be like Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn, Grace Kelly, Elizabeth Taylor, Judy Garland and all the timeless women of the silver screen where everyone knows their names. I wouldn’t be forgotten. When I revealed this to my husband years ago he asked the important question, am I more afraid of dying or being forgotten? I thought about it and sadly realized it was both. I remembered what it was like to have the ocean rush into my lungs and feeling such terror but I also shivered at the thought of just being forgotten. I know my family and friends will never forget me, but that fades. I couldn’t tell you my great-great-grandmother’s name or anything about her. I know she existed, but that is it, and I want to do more than exist in the eyes of the future generations.

Seeing it in print seems so selfish and so trivial, but no one said fear was a pretty thing. To be afraid of the end of your life and question what comes next (both here on Earth and to you after you are gone) seems petty, but one cannot help what they fear.

Oh, and bees.

I really hate bees.



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Monday, December 3, 2012

I'm Moving!

Well, my blog is moving.

Hello, I'm A Girl and I have just recently made the leap and purchased my domain.

I'm still getting the new site all set up, but Keep an eye out for the official announcement.  This blog will be redirected, so don't worry if you forget to follow at first.  I will also maintain my Google account so that I can follow all the blogs I follow on GFC if I'm unable to get them any other way.

My new blog will have some really cool features!  I'm creating an easier way to find posts that interest you, I will be opening up to ad space (keep that in mind in case you might want to advertise your blog or business with me) and I will have a whole new look.

I'll announce the official launch soon... Because I don't have one just yet.

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Thursday, November 29, 2012

Funny Deployment Stories: The Lighter Side of Deployment


You all may remember my Deployment Series in which a number of lovely ladies shared their deployment experiences and their tips to survive.  But deployments aren't always all bad.  Sometimes there are some pretty funny things that happen and I'm happy to share with you a few stories that show the funny side of deployments.  If you have a funny deployment story you'd like to share, please email me!  I'd love to highlight your story!


I am so thrilled to be guest blogging again on A Boy, A Girl, and the Marine Corps website! Thank you again for the opportunity. I’m LC, and You can find me over at Faith & Deployments . Hang tight, I’m going through my second PCS in six months and trying to open my own business. But I promise I will have tons to write about our new adventure on the West Coast!

The lighter side of Deployment

It’s so easy to get caught up in everything negative deployments and TDYs have to offer. But when I look back at all three deployments we’ve been through I have some great stories and memories.

Two of my favorites happen to involve the world’s largest brown spider and a pressure washer and a Nor’easter and my wedding cake topper.

I’ll start with the wedding cake topper. So like normal married tradition, you freeze the top portion of your wedding cake and eat it on your first wedding anniversary. Since husband was deployed through our wedding anniversary, our cake topper had to survive 15 months of freezer time. Everything was well and good in the freezer department until a summer Nor’Ester decided to blow into town. Lots of rain and wind. I remember my first thought as the power went out was:

“Sh*t the cake”.

Right? Of all things I’m concerned about our wedding cake. Not that it was 100 degrees outside through the storm, that I had just went grocery shopping and had a fridge full of food or how I would survive with the dog when the roads were flooding out. But the cake. I was concerned with the cake. Plenty of friends who had power offered to take it, but I just knew if it left the safety of the slowly defrosting freezer it would meet it’s end. At hour 15 of the power being out I remember just loosing it from the heat and hunger of cheez-its. I sat on my carpeted living room floor in my unmentionables (undies), and sobbed. I cried even harder when my husband called. Our conversation was quite hilarious looking back.

“Babe??? What’s wrong”
“The cake! It’s ruined! I know it is!”
“What cake?”
“Our WEDDING CAKE. There is a storm and we haven’t had power all day and I just know it melted all to lemon goodness”
“Well open the freezer and check”
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! And let all the cold air that’s left escape?!?! NO! If the cake is still frozen I decrease the chances of it being okay by opening the freezer”
“Babe, we’ll just buy a new cake if it’s ruined. It’s not that big of a deal. People do it all the time.”
“That’s even worse! Everyone will know it wasn’t our wedding cake! I can’t fraud our first year wedding anniversary! That is like a bad omen for the rest of our marriage. I can’t believe it won’t make it through a year because of a stupid storm we didn’t plan for. I should have brought lots of ice or something to keep it alive.”
“Okay babe. It will all be okay”

I realize now I was a bit over dramatic, but for some insane reason this cake was the only thing holding out my attitude through the deployment. The thought of him coming home and us enjoying it and reminiscing about our wedding together all romantic after a deployment was all I could think about.  Needless to say my tears were for nothing. The cake made it, was amazing to say the least and we couldn’t even finish the whole thing even after a week.

Take two on deployment tears and fears.

I loathe spiders. They are the single most thing I am afraid of. I got this bright idea to “power wash” the house for my lovely husband during his last deployment. I put the thing together like a champ and went to town. I made it around the entire house (and it looks good if I do say so), and all I had left was our half wrap porch. I made it all the way around the porch to the very last corner where a GIANT and I mean 7-8 inches WIDE spider jumped out of the siding at me.

So I scream, drop the sprayer and run into the yard. I’m crying, yelling, and pointing at the porch like someone will care. No one is around. Our neighbors are probably inside shutting their blinds thinking, “That crazy lady next door is having a meltdown again”. I finally realize the pressure washer may have enough pressure to kill the spider. I tiptoe back onto the porch. Pick up the sprayer and go to town spraying the monster. At some point I started screaming, “Die! Die! You filthy bastard”

Imagine a little 5’4” girl, in dirty clothes, holding a sprayer, yelling “Die! Die” at the top of her lungs on her porch in her neighborhood. You got the picture? Okay awesome. That was me.

I wound up calling a friend. Superwoman B to the rescue and she killed the dirty thing.

All in all, both of those memories I laugh at now. They were humbling and emotional and I wouldn’t trade them for the world.


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Wednesday, November 28, 2012

USMC Birthday Giveaway WINNER!!!!



Thank you so much to everyone who participated in the giveaway!  It was so much fun!

I'm pleased to announce the winner is Amy Michelle of Trials and Triumphs of Loving My Sailor.  Please be sure to check your inbox for the email with the details on collecting your prize.



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Tuesday, November 27, 2012

New Pinterest Boards

If any of you are following me on Pinterest, and haven't seen the Facebook update, please note that I have opened a new Pinterest account and will be closing the old one soon.

The link on the sidebar of this blog has been updated.  Please click HERE to verify that you are following my new account which should feature a link to this blog.  The profile picture is also the same as my blog button.  I made no changes to the previous account, so there should be a noticeable difference between the two.

I'm sorry for any inconvenience.


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Monday, November 26, 2012

Why I'm Afraid of Zombie Clowns and Why You Should Be Too

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Do you remember the post I wrote about my fear of the dark?  Well, at the bottom of it, I mentioned my fear of both zombies and clowns, and my newest-ish fear of Zombie Clowns.  You can laugh all you’d like, but I have good reasons to fear these things. 

We’ll start with zombies. 

Working in the medical field has taught me a lot of things, but working in research has taught me even more.  Like why we should all fear the zombie apocalypse.  You see, while everyone thinks zombies are very “in” right now, the truth is, they aren’t as science fiction as you might think they are. 

The origin of nearly every zombie story can be traced back to a virus or mutation.  But what is often overlooked in those stories is that those viruses or mutations are usually made by us, as in Mankind.  We tinker about in our laboratories and play with this that or the other virus, biological weapon or newest medication to cure erectile dysfunction and the next thing you know, ZOMBIES. 

I worked in research and I’m telling you right now, that for all of our protocols, safety equipment and what not, it’s still possible.  I got nicked with a used needle once after giving an injection and that was me being more worried about a deadly virus that currently exists, rather than one that might not.  I’m not saying that zombies already exist, I’m not crazy, but I don’t think it’s wholly illogical to think that they could in the future. 

We don’t always know what the side effects of medications are going to be and our curiousity about what we can do with science and technology knows no bounds!  That’s all well and good, but both of those are things that, in the perfect storm, lead to zombies.  Whether it’s a laboratory worker who accidently inhales something or cuts himself, or a medication that we created that did great… Until human clinical trials were started.  It doesn’t really matter exactly how the general public gets infected, what matters is that once they do, it’s pretty hard to stop.  And I have no doubt we will have smart zombies like the ones from I Am Legend, rather then the dumb ones from Dawn of the Dead.

So, now that we’ve established the likelihood and reality that is the zombie apocalypse, let’s talk about clowns. 

Clowns are creepy as hell.  If that’s not enough for you to also be afraid of them, consider this: Why are they always so happy? I’m going with, because they have plans to kill everyone and it’s their own little inside joke.  Need more? Let’s talk about the insanity it takes to be someone who wears oversized clothes and shoes everyday.  Or the fact that people laugh at them for doing things like falling down.  Maybe he just slipped and needs a hand, huh? Did you ever think of that?  But if people point and laugh at you long enough, you would also plan on killing everyone.  I figure it creates a boiling rage and the laughter becomes all consuming in their minds and they have decided that wiping out humanity is the only way to make it stop.  And/or (because it could very well be a combination of both) it’s because they are all homicidal maniacs that want to wrap you in pods of cotton candy and drink your blood with a curly straw a la Killer Clowns From Outer Space.  Come to think of it, that movie may have a lot to do with my fear of clowns…Either way, I’ve now laid out excellent and well thought out arguments as to why you should fear both zombies and clowns.  So what about Zombie Clowns?

If you’ve read the above arguments, than Zombie Clowns needs no further explanation.  




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Saturday, November 24, 2012

Book Swap A little Late

I participated in a book swap hosted by Sweet Green Tangerine and love it!  I'd never done a swap before, but when I heard about a book swap, I couldn't resist.  Sadly, due to issues with Barnes & Noble, I got my books a bit late to link up :(  But I'll still tell you what a great experience it was!

First, I emailed back and forth with my partner and then picked the book I wanted to send her.  I sent her A Year Of Living Biblically by AJ Jacobs.  You may remember that I actually reviewed the book right here on this blog!  I absolutely love this book and think everyone should read it, so I sent her a copy.

For me, she tried to send me ebooks to read via my Nook, but B&N couldn't get their crap together to get the links to work, so I wasn't able to access them.  I rarely have to call their customer service, but when I do, I always remember that it sucks. Either way, we agreed to give up on the ebooks and she send me the books via mail- hence the lateness in my ability to participate in the blog post link up for the swap.

She sent me:


I'm beyond thrilled and felt a bit like a nerd when I gushed to her about how happy I was with her selections! Faith Deployed is a book I've been dying to own.  I'd never heard of the Snowman, but have a feeling I will love it based on the plot description.

Note to self:  Participate in another book swap.



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Thursday, November 22, 2012

Funny Deployment Stories: If My LIfe Were A Movie, I'd Want Tina Fey To Play Me

You all may remember my Deployment Series in which a number of lovely ladies shared their deployment experiences and their tips to survive.  But deployments aren't always all bad.  Sometimes there are some pretty funny things that happen and I'm happy to share with you a few stories that show the funny side of deployments.  If you have a funny deployment story you'd like to share, please email me!  I'd love to highlight your story!  

This one is my story: If My Life Were a Movie, I'd Want Tina Fey to Play Me (as featured on The Roberston Clan)


I often feel like my life has been a comedy of errors, a cautionary tale if you will.  Each step I take seems to be designed to teach me a life lesson that would have been easier to learn through a well thought out warning from someone else… But I guess there must always be the “someone” who learns the hard way so that others don’t have to.  I just wish that it wasn’t always me, or so it feels. 

I’ve decided, at this point so far into my military spouse life, that I might as well start taking my sad, and almost pitiful luck, and turn it into something useful.  I mean, as a fellow milspouse blogger and friend told me recently, if it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have no luck at all. 

When I first became a military girlfriend, I knew almost nothing about the Marine Corps.  I didn’t even know how to spell “corps.” That is not a joke, but feel free to laugh hardily at that.  For all my book smarts and good grades in school, I severely lacked any true knowledge about military life save what I saw in the old “Be all you can be” Army ads.  For all I knew, Marines really did climb mountains and fight fire demons (you may or may not remember that ad as well).  So, when it came to dating a Marine, it all felt very glamorous.  I was the girlfriend of a handsome Marine.

When we got married and he deployed shortly after, that glamorous world turned in the real life of a newly wed spouse to a deployed Marine… That life is not only NOT glamorous, but I might have been a tad pathetic… Just a tad.  Or a lot, depending on how long you have been married to your service member, and how many deployments you have been through.  Being a reserve wife, I’m not anywhere near a single other spouse from the unit, so I took to blogging to vent.  It’s true, I found out very quickly that there was a whole community of milspouse bloggers that I didn’t know existed, but I’m pretty sure most of them read my blog purely out of the joy of laughing at the sadly hysterical follies of a new spouse finding her way on her own. 

I look back at that time in my life with a half smile.  I’m horrified at the overly weepy gal I was.  But hey, I knew nothing about how to navigate the military as a spouse and had to learn on a very steep learning curve.  I was strong, but not as strong as I am now.  And I know so much more about how to get what I need out of the military than I did then, but even now, I have my panic stricken moments filled with terror and fear when something unexpected goes wrong…  then I write a blog post about what I learned and turn myself back into that darn old cautionary tale. Such is my life.

So, I will share with you one of my heartbreakingly hilarious stories from my deployment and will tell you your life lesson of the day- I ask you to picture Tina Fey as me in this moment for the absolute best effect.

My husband was deployed at the time and I had not heard from him for a number of days.  No word at all.  So, I’m sitting in my sweats feeling particularly freaked out that day, minding my own business of watching TV to occupy my time, when the doorbell rang.  Panic filled my heart.  I was not expecting anyone today!  And if I’m not expecting anyone, then that doorbell can only mean one thing…

I burst into hysterical tears as I answered the door. 

The look on the Fed Ex delivery man’s face was beyond uncomfortable, and, I might add, priceless. 

I can only imagine what must have been going through this poor mans mind when a disheveled, hysterical young woman came to the door when all he wanted to do was deliver a box.  And he must have been utterly confused by the look of shear relief that came over my face when I realized it was just the Fed Ex guy.

So, the life lesson of today is two fold.  1. Don’t wear sweats, skip showering and mope about the house after you have ordered something online and are awaiting a delivery while your husband is deployed.  2. Maybe explain to the poor guy why you were sobbing, instead of just sniffling while signing for the package and then shutting the door on the poor confused mans face.

Now, wasn’t that much funnier,and less pathetic, when it was Tina Fey, instead of me?



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