Being an Injured Female

Let me tell you something. I'm broken. They haven't been able to pin point what the hell is wrong with me for the past two years. It all boils down to my hips are jacked the fuck up. They keep throwing out things like stress fractures, snapping hips, my bursae are inflamed, I have some sort of problem with my pelivs...who the hell knows? I have been told that I am not allowed to stand for longer than 5 minutes and I can't PT with the rest of my unit. To many that would be, okay, just get some rest chill be fine. Well ya'll don't live by the Marine Corps rules.

Females are put under the microscope in the Marines. Most of us are referred to as WM's (some think that means Women Marines)which means walking matress. We are seen as shit bags. Now if one of us gets injured or pregnant, we are really on the radar.

Because oh, she doesn't want to PT, or she only got pregnant to slack. FUCK YOU ALL. When you can take a fucking, day or a week, in my or a pregnant female's shoes, then you can come fucking talk to me. BUT DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE CALL ME A SHIT BAG!

Oh, and another thing, if you say one thing about, oh I know tons of female Marines who got pregnant just to get out, well if that's the truth, then it's their own damn fault.

People frustrate me so bad when they say females can't do anything. I swear to God, I can do the same shit as you, just with a lighter weight. Yeah my body isn't built the same I'll admit that, but holy hell, stop treating me like shit. I try my damndest to please you pigs, I'm fucking done.

My "I'm Bored, Let's Try to Figure Out Sports" Rant

First off, let me say this: I don’t really follow sports. I understand football in the slightest, and my favorite team in the Pittsburgh Steelers. Why football? I can easily understand, “Hey they got a touch-down!”

In all honesty, all I know is a flag of any sort in a sport is a bad thing if it’s against your team, and potentially a good thing if it’s against theirs.

I don’t know what a home run, single, double or triple look like. Where and what makes a foul? How does a man with 4 balls walk? Hahaha.

Now, knowing that I suck at understanding any form of sports made for a higher intelligence than a rock lobster… Let’s review what I was trying to do last Friday.

0830, getting bored, Google St. Louis Cardinals. Result o.0; what the hell is a ‘.500 mark?’

Around 1000 I text my boyfriend and think maybe I can get some help:

            Me: Hey, so can you explain this to me?

            Him: Baseball is the easiest sport to understand…

            Me: So, is that a figure it out…?

            Him: -haven’t heard anything back…-

1230 I decide okay, let’s just Google who the Cards are gonna play against… Los Angeles Dodgers…okay, alright, I got this. Pull up news on the Dodgers…Whoa now, a Dodgers fan beat and severely injured a San Francisco fan just because they got in an argument over the teams.

1233 and 30 seconds…dawning realization hits me; my boyfriend is going to that game in LA today…OMFG panic. To my complete retardation, I continue Googling these fucking Dodgers, and I have been finding more I don’t like.

Side note: WHO THE HELL GETS THAT WORKED UP OVER A TEAM!?!?!?!?!       I mean, my boyfriend is a goddamn Packers fan! Steelers lost to them for Super Bowl this year…do I beat him up or argue with him about it? No. Yes, I stand by my team through thick and thin, but honestly.

1338 Why did I just change my desktop background to the Cardinals logo…?

1514 I’ve decided that he’s a Marine, oh and an MP at that, so if someone decides to fuck with him, they will regret it. SMALL JOINT MANIPULATION BITCHES.

So I don’t know, maybe just being a female has got to do with the whole not understanding sports thing. I don’t know maybe I can miraculously learn this sport before the game starts and I have to magically understand everything he tells me.

Oh no! Wild Katie! What will you do?

Okay, this isn't the most recent,
But I love this photo of me
and my parents...and my dad's arm.

So, now I'm wondering what has brought you to the wonderful world of me?

Is it curiosity or actual interest? Well in any case, read on to find out more about this majestic, wild Katie.

Just because of how retardedly easy it is for people to jack up my name, I'll say my first name is Katielynn. Or Katie.

My dad is Michael and my mom is Donna. We hail from the Keystone State, Pennsylvania. Now I'm just going to throw this out here, but have any of you heard of the Bloomsburg Fair? If so, my home of record, is about 20 minutes from there.

Now, I say home of record because I currently reside in California. I am a United States Marine, stationed at Marine Corps Recruit Depot San Diego. I am a combat correspondent, (remember Joker from Full Metal Jacket? Yeah, that) and I also am the handler of the depot mascot Belleau Wood. She's adorable. A brindle English bulldog of two years.



Bella at the beach, digging a hole just
to try to eat the sand.

I'm extremely grateful to have Bella. If it wasn't for her, I don't know how I would have handled my slightly depressive period. I was head over heels for this guy, and we dated for 6 months. Out of the blue he dumped me at a movie theatre, telling me we weren't right for each other and so and so forth. Also, that the 6 months we were dating were basically a trial period for him. So when I got home that night, missy Bella was there for me, and wouldn't leave my side. She's really helped me recover. Which brings me to touch on this next point. Now I swear to God, if I get commments on this post about me not having a proper "mourning time," you can kiss my country ass. It took me a month to talk to people again, and another half a month to talk to anyone I thought I'd get attached to. I was absolutely afraid to let myself open to anyone. But one particular Marine did.



This is going to sound strange, but this
car kicked off something great in
my life right now.

 Don't get it twisted, I'd known Drew while my previous boyfriend and I were dating, but I just pushed him into my head as a friend, or so I thought. When I finally talked to people again, I started to hang out with an old friend who has this Eclipse. He thinks he is a badass with a car, which is cool and all, but it wasn't that great of a car. I began to realize the more often I saw Drew floating around that I really did like him. So my buddy got this brilliant idea to race Drew as a way to break the ice... First off, Drew drives a 2007 Pontiac G6...this thing is a beast. So, race night comes and my buddy is like, "Yeah chill in my car and we will blow him away and maybe you can start talking to him." I decided it would be better to ride with Drew. So we teamed up against the Elcipse and for all intents and purposes beat him by a landslide. Dinner and a scary movie followed. Ever since that night we've been pretty chill, dating I guess I can call it. I don't really know what to say exactly. Although, I still stand by the fact that my new truck is badass.


2004 Dodge Ram 2500, Hemi 5.7 Liter, 4x4,
Manual transmission...buried in snow.

 My dad helped me buy this truck. My mom and my aunt claim it is because I've got him wrapped around my little finger. I mean I've always been a daddy's girl, but I'm making the payments. This truck is my baby. I feel very safe in it, even thought I have to crawl my happy ass up into it. Mind you, it won't be as fast as the G6, but it could swallow it whole hahaha. Don't tell Drew I said that!





This is a photo I dug up from
my mom's photo albums, it's of
my brother handing me a
Barbie doll. If he seen this
he would probably kill me :)



I would like to mention this now, since this is a truck and 4x4 and all that. My brother and I are basically attached at the hip. We go hunting together and are just plain up to no good. Mom tells us that we say, "MOM" the exact same way and have this same look on our face when we don't know what is going on. My brother is 15 years older than me. He used to spend HOURS playing Barbies on the floor with me, and he still loves me, except now it's HOURS playing in the mud.

So I can't think of too much else to say, if you have any honest to God questions for me, e-mail, or in the comment box leave some suggestions on what you want to know.

Thanks for sticking through this post!