Shut the Hell Up!

I would sincerely hope that the people I call friends would have the balls to tell me to shut the fuck up if I need it. Or that I'm full of shit. Or that I'm just out of my damned mind. I make it a point to surround myself with hateful people--you know, bitches who don't take shit from anyone and would just as soon knock you out as to have to tell you repeatedly that you are as wrong as two boys fucking. I like hateful people. They're fun. But they are also fucking honest!

Sometimes I may come across as a cold-hearted bitch or as some fucking nutjob who thinks she knows everything. I am neither, nor do I wish to appear that way. I'm just very business oriented, believe in taking care of shit NOW and completely, and I have 15 years as an Army wife, so I do know quite a bit. And I can damn sure promise you that if I don't know something, I'll find out pretty fucking fast!

Oh, another quality that I have and use: I'm pretty fucking fearless. If that means going into battalion to grill rear-d, then I'll do that. They may not like me up there, but they damn sure jump when I ask a question. Some of those boys look like deer in the headlights when they see me walk through the door and I've only seen men scatter to the four winds like that when the 1SG was going througha divorce.

And being fearless also means that I am not afraid to piss people off. Housing and Tricare know me and fucking hate my guts. Last deployment, I was up at housing for four different wives no less than twice for each to find out what POA they needed to get on-poste housing. What the fuck!?! How hard is it to get a straight answer? I'm not asking for the moon; just the right goddamn form to get their names on the fucking list. S1 had one, legal had another, BDE had a third and none of them was the right damn form. So I screamed and yelled, chewed out the housing manager, and finally got my wives on the list. But housing now hates me. Oh fucking well.

So maybe I come across as arrogant or bitchy. Doesn't bother me in the least. Think what you will of me. I really couldn't give a fuck less. I do my job. My harem knows they can count on me for whatever they might need and that means their husbands know that their shit will be taken care of. If the boys don't have to worry, they can do their jobs and come home ALIVE! So fuck you very much if you have a problem with me.