When you lay me down to rest

Leave the pistol in my vest

There are SO MANY people on this website that will carry on for days about privilege and those sorts of things- and complain about America, complain about this country. Switch. Switch with someone, there are literally millions of people who would probably do some extreme things to trade with you, or to put their child in YOUR privileged place. This is a great country, it’s not perfect- and it will never be. But it was one of the greatest gifts ever given- HANDED to you. You’re probably sitting in bed, on your computer, not worried at all about being bombed to death or being forced to watch your parents be brutally murdered in front of you. You’re not even too worried about getting clean water- you piss right into it, even! All in the name of YOUR health and sanitation. This country is imperfect and amazing- and to say it’s not, I feel, is just a lack of travel and a lack of really listening to a large amount of immigrants stories. Everyone is going to be burned. Some a little deeper than others. But this country is a part of you. And it always will be.

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July 28th, 2014: Out and about in New York City

How problematic

im gonna fuckin throw up

Okay, okay calm down, people.

While you are all losing your mind over ‘cultural appropriation” of an Indian dress, nobody actually consulted THE INDIANS. 

In our country, if a foreigner wears an Indian saree, we actually appreciate it. It shows that the foreigner respects us enough to try our clothes. And the saree, mind you, is not a religious thing. Hindus can wear sarees, Muslims can wear sarees, Sikh’s can wear sarees, Jain’s can wear sarees and so on.

Like Americans have short dresses, compare that with sarees. Going to a party? Saree. Going to temple? Saree, and so on.

Some Indians wear it, some don’t. Some hate it and think its oppressing, some love embracing the unique style.

Point is, don’t hate on her for wearing this. Don’t hate on anyone for wearing sarees or any variations of sarees. We love to see others embracing our culture. Why do you think we open our gates to allow everyone to practice yoga and find spiritual meaning?

Culture is not meant to be kept within four walls, it should be spread.

I did not know this. That is really interesting to find out. Thanks for the information.

"Culture is not meant to be kept within four walls, it should be spread."

Thank goodness- when I said that sorta stuff people though I was an asshole- but I only wear more traditional clothes like a shalwar kameez when I go to temple or to a dholki or any ceremony like that.

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Officially deemed more or less infertile. And also made known that I have Hashimoto’s Disease so hooray.

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I am legitimately angry at this.

Paddy Power, an unapologetic, scummy betting company who have (among other things) taken bets on the outcome of the Oscar Pistorius trial and published a transphobic as hell advert, have chopped down a portion of the Amazon rainforest. As a publicity stunt.

D’you mind reblogging this? I think that people should hear about this, because this is just a new low.

No calm down. It’s a hoax- they would never be allowed to do that, authorities would have stopped them very quickly. Paddy Power- although I don’t know much about them at all is trying to raise awareness of deforestation specially since the games are in Brazil. Quick Paddy Power Hoax search and you will find it clear- but- good on them and thank you for your anger! :)

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more blood work…

I hate hate seeing things about abortion. I’m getting more blood work done, trying to find out what is wrong with me, why I can’t have kids, what I can do about it.

 Life is just so beautiful and special and just means too much to throw any of it away for any reason. Money shouldn’t ever be an issue. Any quality of life is better than no life. Even if someone’s quality of life is poor- I’m sure they wouldn’t want to die. I hate hearing that argument, that the child’s quality of life would be poor. You don’t know what will happen. And I hate hearing about how it would destroy the mother’s life- because I don’t believe that either. Adoption is a caring option- and I know too many women now- specially since I joined the Navy- who have gotten abortions and regret it now because now they’ll never know what could have been, how their child would be- never get the chance to seek them out.

 For me PERSONALLY- I do think if it’s life threatening for the mother or baby they should have the choice to do what they want- but for me- I would never choose to abort my baby if I could ever have one. Not if I were going to die, not if my child had a disability, not for anything. I would die for my child, love him or her unconditionally. Or really any child, I’d happily die for- or any one. Because life is important. 

 And people assume, that life isn’t important to me since I joined the military. But when I joined- I joined to help people. I volunteered to serve, and do my best to end a war, and if I was given the option, lower the death toll. I’m choosing to die if needed- I’m choosing to die for my country, and the people I’m fighting against are doing the same thing, they’re choosing to die for what they believe is right. I am anti- drone strikes, I am anti mindless killing(as most of us are against the second one) and if ever given the option to change some things in the military- I’d do it in a heart beat. And that’s why I joined.

Working longer and longer shifts. Every night I get off like an hour later. 2am tonight. Probably 3am tomorrow- all the way until I’m highfiving the day shift at 0630 I bet ahaha

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alzheimers is a fucking horrible disease please don’t make jokes about it 

Yeah, they won’t ever forget it.

what the fuck is wrong with you 

Well they do have good memory

hahaha I love my nan not remembering what she did a few hours ago 

I love seeing her struggle to  remember the names of the people she loves 

quality humour there 

Ya know, alzheimers is an awful disease, everyone in my family is almost guaranteed to get it. My great great grandma had it- died from it, my great grandma had it, died from it, my grandma has it but is still kicking, and my mother is showing signs of early onset. 

 It’s usually an okay disease after a while though. At least for many patients I’ve worked with, and for my family members- it’s sometimes awful for those around them and it sucks for a while for the victim- but after a while it becomes ignorant bliss for some of them.

I rest in the knowledge that I’ll get this disease, and if not from anything else, I’ll die from it just like my line has. And I’ll crack jokes all day long as well as the rest of my family. Because there is nothing you can do about it, and there is no cure. That’s the hard truth.

So laugh at it while you still can. I know I am.

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It literally hurts my feelings when people say or reblog things that say “Pro-lifers don’t care about children. Only the fetus. People who are pro-life stop caring after the baby is born.”

Because that’s not true. You’re generalizing a huge group of people with an opinion. There isn’t a “pro-life party” even. You’re just attacking people at that point. Not just the idea of “pro-life”.

 Don’t tout acceptance when you put down not just ideas but PEOPLE.

 I’ve grown a lot. And it’s rude to do that. And it honestly hurts my feelings when I see it, I get home from work, I see that, and I feel like shit. Because not only can I not have kids, not only am I wrong for having that opinion, but I’m also uncaring of children once their born. Apparently. 

I really gotta stop using tumblr… I mostly have though.

It’s been strange, milling around, doing my job. Feeling warm jet exhaust heat up my back on the cold days. Listening to a bunch of men talk about all the prostitutes and random women they’ve been with. Getting soaked in jet fuel. Cutting my hands as I shove them into the belly of an aircraft and feel for that fucking clamp that’s just out of reach. Quietly talking shit about Chief as he stands a couple feet away watching us wipe down the doors. Saluting officers. Going to the galley and eating with Wheaton. Lowering and installing drop tanks. Taking codes. Bullshitting around in the shop. Moving out of the way as one guy starts shoving the other. 

I miss being stereo typically feminine. Working in a tutoring center, doing paperwork, helping children, nannying, not worrying about going to Afghanistan. Baking and cooking, watching dough rise and beading rosaries while I waited. Taking long drives to visit Colin and spending the weekend there with him, happy. Planning on being a teacher, and a mom.

 I like my job, it has changed my view on so much. Already. Better or worse, it has changed my opinions of tons of things drastically. And I’m glad to know more about the military in general. I was so incredibly ignorant about it. 

I’m going to Seattle to see a story slam… It’s like The Moth but Seattle ahaha. I dunno how this is gonna go.