Who I am NOT

 It is funny how you sometimes get to hear how other people who do not know you well make snap judgements on what type of person they think you must be. I have often walked around with people making snap judgements about me simply because I have red hair and for some reason redheads are seen often as bitches. The reason behind this I have no idea. It was way way worse when I was super skinny, then I was seen as the skiiny redheaded bitch and that never went well for me. People often never give me a chance just because of that, their loss-not sure if I care to have friends who make snap judgements like that anyway.
 Then as I grew I was often seen as a party girl when in reality I hate drinking, I honestly do not like drinking. I cannot stand the smell of any hard alcohol let alone the taste. Beer in my opinion tastes like something I would throw away because it spoiled. Wine is also not for me. If I have a drink it is a fruity taste and you cannot detect taste amounts of alcohol in it. Further more I do not like that tipsy feeling, and I can count on my one hadn how many times I have been drunk in my entire life. Drinking is just not for me. Funny cause I am Irish and going along with the sterotype I should be a raging lush! I admit back in my late teenage years I was known to have fun but not drinking...it was a darker time in my life. Lessons learned then, came out on top.
 These days I am passions including empowered childbirth, breastfeeding, carseats, raising children properly, attachment parenting and those passions of mine carry their own snap judgements. If you are a facebook friend of mine you do know I post things related to these, I have a lot of birthy friends on facebook, some of whom I never met in real life, and i know they would find those things intresting to read. I also know plenty of people who are pregnant, new moms, and who are trying to get pregnant and I do want them to have all information they have to make informed choices because becoming a parents is certainly life changing and gathering hoards of information about it I think is super important. BUT doing so makes people see me in often this weird hippie crazy-squat in the woods have a baby-condemn others for having drugs for birth or using formula for the baby type of person when if you actually know me I am not. I mean yes I would rather all babies have breastmilk but even my own children have had formula-Ladybug solely from 8 months on and Mister once becase I simply could not take his insane screaming anymore (and for some reason thought formula would make it better...PPD sucks BTW). I also had drugs in labor with Ladybug-surprise! While yes I do have these passions they do not consume who I am as a person and I am not one sided. If you ask for my advise on something I will give it, I will not force down your throat. And if you do not have the same views as I do then fine I don't mind. The beauty of being human is freedom of thought, otherwise we would all be so boring I think suscide rates would be high...or not cause we would all think alike...anywho it doesn't matter what I am passionate about it does not make who I am. maybe try and get past those things if they do not interest you. I have plenty of birthy friends who I can talk to about these things but I also like other type of more "normal" type friends ...if there is a normal anymore.
 Marine Wife. It's a title that never used to mean anything living at Camp Lejeune as there were thousands of us. We never stood out from the one standing next to us honestly. We outnumbered the civilian wives in jacksonville! Marine Wife is printed on the front of my car with a cool little licence plate along with an EGA (eagle globe and anchor). It has been there since like a week after The Marine bought my car for me. I just liked it and wanted it on there. It only seems to matter living here, among mostly Army wives. Now for the rest of this part of my post try to put big girl panties on as I am not trying to say Army wives are catty or something it's just the age of division of military branches coming into play. So when we PCS'ed here I never thought about my status of not being just like the others, and I never thought I would stand out or be excluded because I wasn't married to Army! Although the majority of wives do not care I have come across a few who actually do and I don't know why. I do not flaunt around prancing my husbands branch like it's so much better or something. I wear t-shirts with Marine things on them, yes, but so do Army wives and I don't get offended! The plate on my car was there long before we knew we were coming here, I am not taking it off just cause we live here. I found to be more excluded in the neighborhood we lived in while we lived on base. Something about not being Army made the people not bother to welcome us, or bother even saying a simple hi all the while they held cookouts for each other all summer long, exlcude much? We also felt a little put off by the housing department too living on base, they seemed to always target us over our neighbors who offended more, maybe we made that up in our heads but it certainly seemed that way-one reason why we moved. I post funny videos on facebook sometimes poking fun at the Army while failing to remember I have several Army wives friends on my friends list, most of whom do not know a simple fun fact about me. My Father in Law spent 30 years enlisted in the Army, he made Command Sergeant Major.  He also has his own facebook page and we enjoy poking fun at one another sometimes like that cause it's a fun thing, not a meanOMG the Army sucks type thing. I must say I am sorry if these things were taking to heart because you didn't know the story behind them. All of those things seems to have often made me unapproachable to other wives and that sucks cause again being married to The Marine does not define who I am. If you knew me really you would find that I have become rather salty when it comes to dealing with the Marine Corps here, our unit has made all of that possible and could break any super moto-young Marine into a salty disgruntaled person. Remember my longing for fleet Marine Corps again?!  And even if I wasn't salty who cares if I love my Marine and am proud of him, aren't all military wives super proud of their husbands no matter what branch?

 so snap judgements based on who you think I should be suck. Stop doing them. It really is your loss because my friends can tell you once you are my friend I do care about you, and I treat you as good or better than I want to be treated. I like the saying always be extra nice to people because everybody has a battle you know know about ... I am a good friend when I have a good friend. However I don't take kindly to cross people, shady people, liars, fake people, asskissers, and people who rub me the wrong way.

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