30,000th Tweet

Tonight, I had the confirmation that I got no life.

How?

I just reached 30,000th tweet tonight.

So I went ahead and took about 50 minutes to tweet something huge. You can read it here. But I know that after awhile, Twitlonger will delete a post so here it is again for good measure:

For my 30,000th tweet, I'd like to stop and thank all my followers for continue to follow me and put up with my crazy amount of tweeting. You guys are some great group of people that I have ever had the fortunate to know.

Shout out to my friends from TS: @BMarieeXO @AnthonyMonroe @kayPHAYCE @AshleighAshler @Keruto_ @DollhouseDolly @You_AreTheMoon @EjMarie @whoadangsam @ibjennileeg @cummins_redneck @BrainDeadUnit @tr0ut @Nerse @KimMcCash @The44thDegree @moonchild91 @Merc_ @brent0n @kerplunknet @DuckyTheSex @KateMarshhh @therealmargaret You guys are truly awesome! :D

Special shout outs to these military folks that was constantly there when I need it the most. Through life's craziness, you guys made it easier. I have no idea how to thank you. Truly, from the deepest part of my heart. Thank you, @avgordsuprgddss @slhoppin @knottienature @wishsong1976 @usmcwife8999 @silvrstar @ASUMIDN @jlsemmel @traumleben @Armywife89 @armygirlnay @MyArmyWifeLife @MyArmyLife @tammymunson @5414Productions @armylovelife @MeganWrites1 @Armywives101 @ArmywifeJulie @DeltaWhiskey1 @whiskey_kitten @ArmyMom101 @Beth_Wilson @mommytaco @barnettashleyk @DAR_Smith @ArmyWifeBethany @sespi @navynest @sara0120 @SDcali4649 @HellcatBetty @Hopeful91 @WifeyofaSailor

Also special shout out to @md_oppenheimer for knowing the craziness of having SCI and constantly giving me pep talks to help me keep going. Thanks dude.

And lastly to @chemo_babe for being so strong. For constantly reminding me Mom's will to fight a horrible disease. And in ways, you remind me a lot of Mom. Your strength and will is simply amazing. Thank you, so much.

Again, thanks to all my followers! 30,000 tweets and still going strong. Also, confirmation of no life completed :P Thanks again guys!

So, 30,000 tweets. I can hear the people telling me I have no life.
I know I don't have a life. I tweet and blog about the laughs, the tears, the troubles, and the joys and milestones in my life. Sue me for wanting to release my pain and for wanting to share my happiness with the world and the people around me. I have "no life" and I am freaking proud of it.

Thanks again guys for reading my blog and my tweets. Can't say enough thank yous. You guys truly rock.

Every memory, pain, suffering, and joy are more than for yourself. We have friends and families to share every single moments with us for a reason. Because they, just like God, loves you very much.
-Mama

Lips and Fingers Sealed

I realized awhile ago that I have readers from all over the world and of course, all over the country. So talking to my friend Ashh (who lives in Las Vegas- I know, lucky right?) yesterday, she was EXTREMELY surprised to hear that I now have a girlfriend. (Really? What do you guys all think of me, some kind of lone nerdy cripple that never EVER had a girl?! Please...)

Ashh is a reader of my blog so I was surprised when she didn't know this news. She insisted that it's not there. So she told me...

NEXT TIME, have a sentence that just says "Nicole is my boothang."

I told her ok, on my next blog post I will say that Nicole is my boothang. (Yes, I wrote boothang...you guys should thank Ashh) Ashh is fairly determined to find out just where I wrote about it so after 5 some minutes, I finally decided to hunt down this post for her. And simple enough, it says so right there.

"After the surprise visit from Nicole, I asked her to come to the Pat Green concert with me and I asked her out. So that's who this "Nicole" character is, guys."

So...finally Ashh apologized (of which she RARELY do):

"Matt, I apologize for saying that you didn't put the fact that you asked Nicole out on your blog and still called you a liar even after I told you I checked. I must've missed that sentence."

So...HA ASHH IN YOUR FACE!

Now, as I have said on Twitter, I am feeling both physically and mentally exhausted. This isn't something light, it's an extreme.

If you don't know, my parents made me sign a Social Network Contract with 'em I think last week? Basically, there are now thing I can and can't disclose on either my Twitter or Blog or even IMs to my friend. I almost must watch what I said to Nicole, because we'll I sign the contract and on top of that...there's a reason why my parents insist on me signing the contract.

I didn't know why then and I still don't fully understand it now but...I'm sure there's a reason. If you're wondering what's going on, I'm sorry, I can't tell you. All I can do is give you hints through the labels (in hopes that I don't break the contract) and well, ask you all for your prayers. Because truly, we need it.

Someone asked me whether or not college visits are still happening, I'm not sure. At this point, I'm not sure of anything. We just really need to sit down as a family and talk over A LOT of things. So, hopefully this Friday's dance is still a go, hopefully the college visits are still a go, and hopefully Spring Break plans are still a go.

And truly hope that everything will be alright. Thanks guys for understanding.
Mom, I love you.
Always.

My Baby is Very Sick

Before Matt passed out in his hospital bed earlier, he told me.

"Mama...my friends on Twitter don't know what's happening and I don't want 'em to worry about me"

He was sick as a dog but he had to make sure I'll write somethin' on the blog for all his Twitter friends to know. I figure I write somethin' right now.

Matt has been tellin' me about Twitter family that constantly gives him support when he needs it. Sure is thankful he has y'all!

Matt had gotten sick and showed signs of Autonomic Dysreflexia a couple days ago. Brought him to the ER and they treated him for AD. He's gotten sicker since then and the doctor is suspecting some kind of kidney or liver infection. Test results will be telling us more.

Now Matt is a strong boy and will be fine, I'm sure. Thank y'all for being so kind to my baby boy.

Very thankful and many love
Tami

Talk the Walk and Walk the Talk

It is about 2210 over here in California, just finished watching the last couple football games and well, mostly done with the packing. Got a couple more hours before I leave for the airport, ain't really tired so here goes a blog.

The service went well and the eulogy I wrote was, I guess, alright. Had people chuckling and laughing at points, guess it turned out ok. (I wrote something about laughing at funerals on Woofer. You can read it here. If you don't know what Woofer is, it's a Macroblogging site that looks just like Twitter. It's basically Twitter but you need to write AT LEAST 1400 characters. It's a pretty cool service, for when you just really need to write and then post it on Twitter. Also check out Squeaker, a Nanoblogging site. Let's you post something in EXACTLY 14 characters)

There were a lot of people there at the service. Most of them I didn't know until I was introduced. In fact, most people there that I knew all knew me before my accident. I think K and her family were the only one that really knew about my injury. So, ya you can probably guess it, majority of the discussions during the reception (I'm calling it that because it wasn't really a wake, we didn't go to their house after the funeral) was about me and the chair. To this day, I still find it strange. What's strange? People.

It tends to be older adults that points and talk about me at the same time. It tends to be older adults that gossip and talk about the chair behind my back (though quite loud, I can hear 'em talking all over the place). And it tends to be older adults that shushes younger kids to not mess with me simply because it's "rude" (they might as well say, "don't do that to the cripple man.") Why, well I still don't know.

Most of my friends were, to say the least, shocked. I don't blame 'em at all. Like a lot of 'em said, I was the "crazy kid who just wants to play football and join the Army, nothing else." There were loads of awkward silence (guess people just don't know what to say sometimes) but after I buffered the situation with jokes and funny things since the accident (and show 'em a couple wheelies) they were cool about it. Hopefully they are true friends that will continue to keep in touch despite this "news" about my injury. (Might sound silly to some of you but I did have "friends" that just weren't my friends anymore after they found out I got hurt. Whether it's fear or something, I don't know but it happens, I guess)

Skylawn Memorial Park

Anyways, overall the service was good. Loads of people there to comfort and be there for K and her family. K said it best, "It is during hardships of life we find out who our true family and friends are." I sure hope I did a good job being there for the family and being her friend. And for some reason, I have a feeling this friendship is going to last a life time.

I'll update more on the trip on the flight home. Tomorrow's Mom's birthday, got loads planned (won't tell until later on because I found out Mom reads my blog...) so stay tuned for that.

And...can't forget football! :)
Note: Winning teams are in bold

Ole Miss at South Carolina, 16-10

Michigan vs Indiana, 36-33
LSU at Mississippi State, 30-26

Air Force vs San Diego State, 26-14

Texas vs UTEP, 64-7

Cal at Oregon, 42-3
Ohio St vs Illinois, 30-0
Alabama vs Arkansas, 35-7
Maryland vs Rutgers, 34-13
Navy vs Western Kentucky, 38-22
Virginia Military Institute at Richmond, 33-28
Miami (FL) at Virginia Tech, 31-7

Florida at Kentucky, 41-7

Army at Iowa State, 31-10
Texas A&M vs UAB, 56-19

Washington at Stanford, 34-14

USC vs Washington State, 27-6
Texas Tech at Houston, 29-28

Side note: Crazy week for college football, SO many top schools lost! What the hell is going on?! Glad Navy and Air Force won though. Army was the only one that lost :( What the hell guys?!

They're Our Heroes.

I think...

Often times, we don't think enough. Often times people don't realize the words they say can majorly affect the people around them. Sometimes people don't realize things doesn't need to be said and people just know.

This is a rant and a personal opinion, I hope no one will get offended by it.

Living a life, you know people and things all die. You know that when it comes our time, people die. And being in the military, unfortunately it's one of those "occupational hazard" that comes with the job. Here's what I pisses me off. The people who repeatedly tell you how many troops died on what day. The people who repeatedly tell you what branch they're from and where the unit was.

Do they not consider the fact that some of us have deployed parents and family even friends over there? Do they not consider the worry, the thoughts and more that a simple "7 troops killed in Afghan" can do to the rest of us? Do they not realize how many hearts were stopped for that minute hoping and praying that it's not someone they know. Do they not realize that some of us don't get the news and hearing it on fucking Twitter isn't exactly a fun day at the beach.

That, pisses me off.

Yes it's true we should always remember the fallen, the ones that are willing to sacrifice their life so we at home can get the rights and freedom we all deserve. It's true that we should remember them but by repeating it, it does more harm, more hurt, and more worries than you think it does.

Maybe this is why I don't watch the news. To hear the people say it once and fucking forget it. To hear the people who say it once and move onto something else. But when it's right in your face, it fucking pisses you off and make you want to beat the shit out of someone. Maybe that's why I don't watch the news and try not to let Sean read what's going on Twitter. He may be 5 but he's smart and having him ask me, "Did Mommy or Daddy die?" that breaks my heart.

That brings me to another thing, the people who say they support our troops. They show it online, show it to others but deep inside they don't mean shit. The people that get on Twitter and type in a simple #militarymon or #honorvets and don't even think twice. It's just Monday and we'll just fucking copy and paste the hash mark and some name after it. The people who flood Twitter just to get their point across.

True honor, true support, comes from the heart. True support comes from simple task, saying that gets the message across. True support only need to be say once and it'll be remembered forever. Thank the people who served and who are serving, shake their hand, write a letter, say a true thank you and know it in your heart and thoughts.

It's like my grandfather always say, "You say enough 'sorry' then it's just another word. Don't use any word too often or else it loses its meaning." Think about what you're saying online and what you say in person. There's a major difference.

And fucking please think of the families that are truly suffering because they lost someone they love and know. Honor them through your hearts and don't advise them like they're an item.

Because they're not.
They're a person, they're our siblings, parents, children, friends.
They're our heroes.

Monday Rant

Aside from the normal "Oh shit it's Monday" thoughts, this day was just way too long and with it being 420 I can't believe the people asking me to go out and "have fun" though we know if we ever get caught, it would be us getting the heat from our parents and other people on post. "Well then don't get caught." a friend of mine said. I wish...my Dad's got connections, my Mom's got connections, even my great-grandfather who lives miles away have connections. I rather not take the risk.

So as usually, got home finished up the chores and what I need to do, hopped on Twitter and starting to wonder why the fuck did I signed up for it in the first place. It have become to popular, people are now looking for followers. Wait, let me rephrase, begging for followers so they can be on the top charts. And what "better" way than make it a competition? (Bullshit!)

What has this world come to. Twitter wars on who's got more followers than others? What the hell? You know who I blame? Ashton Kutcher. He had the guts to challenge CNN and now US Army? What the fuck is he thinking? And the people following his lead afraid of being too "chicken", what the hell are they thinking?

Lord...what has this world come to. People don't go to bars to get drunk and fight anymore. They open their fridge, grab a couple packs of beers, hop on the internet and fight with others. What the....

Twitter/Internet wars aside, I had the "great" chance to discover an article on Armytimes.com talking about the amount of suicides in March. (Read the complete article here) Reading through it is making me depress but it's the real world right, people need to be educated.

Ya life is tough but military life seems even tougher. With deployments of a year, the break ups, the make ups, the divorce, and all that...that rate seem to have a "good" reason to climb up the charts. I think we should all stop and breathe. Then help others around us. They said that life on post brings people, families, closer together. But why aren't we, the family, helping each other when there seem to be distress of a battle buddy seems just a bit off? Even when there aren't signs of thoughts of suicides. I'm sure there are little things we can improve about our lives to make others better.

And strangely, at 2122, my mind is wondering if Dad and other family member got even the slightest thoughts of killing themselves...

I better get going and help them now before it's too late.
Monday Rant and now back to homework and studying.