tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528860382128550353Thu, 16 Feb 2012 11:49:11 +0000http://www.glorygutsandglitter.com/noreply@blogger.com (Christina Fawn)Blogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528860382128550353.post-1277815363278803043Mon, 26 Dec 2011 03:06:00 +00002012-01-10T15:20:18.840-06:00Dear Blog, Thank you for being such a wonderful door mat the past couple years. You truly took my stomping around like a champ.  You were there for me when I needed you most and, at times, my only friend. While we established at the very beginning that school and family would always come first, we both know this was not always the case.  However, this past semester I stuck to my guns and http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GloryGutsAndGlitter/~3/WygQZdWV6S8/goodbye-letter-to-my-dear-blog.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Christina Fawn)2<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GloryGutsAndGlitter/~4/WygQZdWV6S8" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.glorygutsandglitter.com/2011/12/goodbye-letter-to-my-dear-blog.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528860382128550353.post-7351467236250079381Thu, 11 Aug 2011 20:02:00 +00002011-12-16T23:40:23.520-06:00 Photo courtesy of Steven Pfeffer This...thing...it went around while we were in Iraq.  It goes around in other parts of the world, too.  I got it in November, 2006.  The day of our 231st birthday, actually.  It's like some sort of stomach bug or something.  Like one that multiplies from an army of one to an entire brigade.  I mean, once you get it, you're done for.  Put out.  Dang near http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GloryGutsAndGlitter/~3/-9zdJxLUkTU/serious-case-of-hooahs.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Christina Fawn)4<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GloryGutsAndGlitter/~4/-9zdJxLUkTU" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.glorygutsandglitter.com/2011/08/serious-case-of-hooahs.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528860382128550353.post-6175469981674649036Wed, 10 Aug 2011 01:49:00 +00002011-09-14T23:07:35.907-05:00 In the basement of his mother’s house, his bedroom is cool and damp.  It smells like a mixture of poison with the faintest trace of expensive cologne.  The ceiling light is almost completely blacked out with duct tape.  Clothing is strewn across the stained and matted Berber carpet: dingy white undershirts, beaters, crumpled socks - shirts and jeans he didn’t pay for with his own money. His http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GloryGutsAndGlitter/~3/70z3E94Ezzo/broken-things.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Christina Fawn)8<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GloryGutsAndGlitter/~4/70z3E94Ezzo" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.glorygutsandglitter.com/2011/08/broken-things.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528860382128550353.post-3717911341380328819Sun, 12 Jun 2011 07:00:00 +00002011-06-12T02:22:32.474-05:00skate verb 1.   : to glide along on skates propelled by the alternate action of the legs 2.   : to slip or glide as if on skates 3.   : to proceed in a superficial or blithe manner (...As defined here by Merriam-Webster.) Some people ice skate, others roller skate.  Some have tried both and failed miserably.  When we hear the word skate we usually associate it with some kind of rink.  But http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GloryGutsAndGlitter/~3/df2lAlfWdi8/how-to-skate-in-jungle-boots.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Christina Fawn)3<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GloryGutsAndGlitter/~4/df2lAlfWdi8" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.glorygutsandglitter.com/2011/06/how-to-skate-in-jungle-boots.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528860382128550353.post-9132669931726687585Thu, 14 Apr 2011 15:26:00 +00002011-04-14T10:26:08.803-05:00 Former Marine Corps Senior Drill Instructor SSgt. Michael W. Nichols (Ears, Open. Eyeballs, lick.) and his team have launched a nationwide Outdoor Functional Fitness Exercise Program called Motivational Drill Instruction 8 (MDI 8). MDI 8 is a scalable Outdoor Functional Fitness Exercise Program stablished to build general physical preparedness regardless of someone’s fitness level, age, or http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GloryGutsAndGlitter/~3/kNsWeB6BgUg/motivational-drill-instruction.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Christina Fawn)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GloryGutsAndGlitter/~4/kNsWeB6BgUg" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.glorygutsandglitter.com/2011/04/motivational-drill-instruction.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528860382128550353.post-2137935143737364469Tue, 16 Nov 2010 22:47:00 +00002010-11-16T17:08:38.056-06:00Once upon a time in Frozen Tundra, a state known today as The Land of 10,000 Lakes, there lived a Princess named Pogue.  Princess Pogue wasn't your average princess.  Her duties, which she was very pleased to have earned, did not allow the wearing of beautiful dresses and her sparkling tiara.  Instead, she wore camouflage utilities with combat boots and an eight-point cover which she removed http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GloryGutsAndGlitter/~3/44TwkO8YuJ0/superturd-in-frozen-tundra.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Christina Fawn)3<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GloryGutsAndGlitter/~4/44TwkO8YuJ0" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.glorygutsandglitter.com/2010/11/superturd-in-frozen-tundra.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528860382128550353.post-7588304559663718128Sat, 13 Nov 2010 18:16:00 +00002010-12-01T04:36:31.002-06:00 I don't get butt hurt.  Nor do I care if I cause someone else to become butt hurt.  Allowing your booty to hurt is a choice.  If you're jacked up, unf*ck yourself.  Fair enough, right?  This post was inspired by superturds I have had the pleasure of working with, most of whom are reservists.  But to keep things fair, and to avoid an epidemic of hurting booties (not that I care, I'm just in a http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GloryGutsAndGlitter/~3/GdhZvpyfO-4/you-might-be-superturd.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Christina Fawn)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GloryGutsAndGlitter/~4/GdhZvpyfO-4" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.glorygutsandglitter.com/2010/11/you-might-be-superturd.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528860382128550353.post-5667474548598521631Thu, 14 Oct 2010 01:11:00 +00002010-10-13T20:53:30.598-05:00 The other day I ventured into the blogosphere, to an area where I tend to not wander much, but not only was I feeling especially explorative, determined to find something new with the ability to satisfy all my six or seven senses (yes, Martians have at least that many), I was also feeling kind. Seriously, I really was!  Like I could have totally made a new BFF if I wanted to.  But since my BFF http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GloryGutsAndGlitter/~3/jHHMMT207hs/kinda-feeling-like-lady.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Christina Fawn)8<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GloryGutsAndGlitter/~4/jHHMMT207hs" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.glorygutsandglitter.com/2010/10/kinda-feeling-like-lady.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528860382128550353.post-4427782826801732586Fri, 09 Jul 2010 16:15:00 +00002010-07-22T03:45:42.848-05:00 It was a Summer-time moment - they always are, when everything makes perfect sense and the answers to life's riddles are so clear.  I was running errands one morning and he had no choice but to be dragged along.  Playtime had to wait for my little man, who was almost four at the time.  Almost home, we were hungry for lunch and eager to walk to the park to play and splash in the pool. As we http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GloryGutsAndGlitter/~3/2j2IEDucEuY/my-superhero.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Christina Fawn)20<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GloryGutsAndGlitter/~4/2j2IEDucEuY" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.glorygutsandglitter.com/2010/07/my-superhero.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528860382128550353.post-1605257868704292087Wed, 02 Jun 2010 16:44:00 +00002010-06-02T12:42:52.055-05:00I hate flying, I hate flying, I don't like people and I hate flying. Just thought I'd share. I wish I had my M16 in my hands, for comfort, not to destroy anything, and I wish I could feel the laces of my boots tucked inside rubbing up against my legs only to be separated from my skin by salty boot socks. I wish my cover was casually resting on my left knee. But it's not. I'm wearing my http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GloryGutsAndGlitter/~3/H7TFGTpNIKM/yay-for-airports.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Christina Fawn)5<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GloryGutsAndGlitter/~4/H7TFGTpNIKM" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.glorygutsandglitter.com/2010/06/yay-for-airports.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528860382128550353.post-7905655752489870477Sat, 22 May 2010 10:22:00 +00002011-02-02T05:42:30.094-06:00 http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GloryGutsAndGlitter/~3/DHd-W9gIKoM/tribute-to-4th-platoon.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Christina Fawn)6<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GloryGutsAndGlitter/~4/DHd-W9gIKoM" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.glorygutsandglitter.com/2010/05/tribute-to-4th-platoon.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1528860382128550353.post-1063780613218340266Wed, 19 May 2010 07:40:00 +00002011-03-02T15:40:07.097-06:00 The Hooters girls of Mall of America had their annual swimsuit competition this past Monday. For these  last few years I've gotten invites from friends who are involved with the show, and every year I find better things to do with my time than watch a group of ladies - some hot, others starving - strut their stuff down a generic runway. I don't have ill feelings towards Hooters. I love http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GloryGutsAndGlitter/~3/rNUwLe3rSBI/my-secret-life-as-hooters-girl.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Christina Fawn)12<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GloryGutsAndGlitter/~4/rNUwLe3rSBI" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.glorygutsandglitter.com/2010/05/my-secret-life-as-hooters-girl.html