Being a military wife is great most the time. Other times it sucks mega.
On the up side I'm halfway done packing, and so far am right on schedule. I will have everything packed up by next Monday! Yay?
The downside? Up till the day we leave Jex is doing CDC's (military homework for gaining/ retaining job proficiency) and going on missions EVERY WEEKEND. What does that mean? It means Ashes has no help and there are a lot of things that I'd like Jex to look over/tetris for me.
Oh... and you know how in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night not too awful long ago? Yeah well I've been working on getting over the majority of my anger before joining in a 'Fraking Friday' post to tell of what else has befallen the little red car. Seeing as how all the moving stuff pretty much has my face in a vice grip I may not be able to for a little bit. So I'm just going to get it off my chest.
This is what I drove up next to on the Sunday before Easter.
I'm pretty sure I put my head on the steering wheel and screamed. I don't know what to do when this stuff happens. So I went up stairs and got a pair of Jex's medical gloves on and wrote a mass text to my more knowledgeable friends and family members. Since it was the passenger side window I leaned in and opened the glove box to see if that was their goal, since the radio hadn't been touched, and flipped out.
Apparently I'm an idiot. I keep my registration, insurance card, and title in the glove box. Why? Because no one told me not to and it seemed like something that a police officer pulling me over might need to see.
When Rinky broke down I took everything out of him and shoved it in a plastic bag to be tossed into some random corner till I could organize and re-situate everything.
I forgot this little detail.
So, with recommendations of 'report it to the police' bouncing around in my head, I flew around my apartment praying that I had enough sense to take the damned title out of the car. Thank God I found it before I reported the 'vandalism'. The officer came out and wrote up a little report for me so that I could get insurance to fix the window. He was nice, but I had the feeling he thought I was wasting his time. I dunno maybe it was just the surge of raw emotion over the fact that Some AssHatt Broke My Fracking Window in the middle of the Stormiest Month in Sandland!
I think the thing that kills me the most is this: [see picture below]
Rinky is parked by a street light and a cop car. It's not like we left him out in the middle of some abandoned corner of the apartment complex parking lot.
See how upset I still am and I've had a lot of other things come take most of my mind, emotion, and attention away from this issue for a few weeks now. I'm glad I waited otherwise I might have to put a "Mature: for use of strong language and violent imagery" warning on this post. No really... I wish I could have caught the bugger red handed so I could've beat him.
On a happier note.
My brother in law visited us. It was nice to have him around. We got to eat Hot Pepper and cream cheese doughnuts from this place down town called "Glazed". I loved them, Will thought they were the worst invention ever. He did like the Rosemary Honey Buns and the Sweet Potato Cake Doughnuts though.
When Jex gets back I'm going to drag his butt down town with me and make him pick out two or three tasty pastries and see if he makes as many entertaining faces as Will did.
And while he was up here I saw a bill board that the largest letters on it said: "Your Colon". Directly after we were talking about how much "Your Face" has gotten old and overused... so from now on I think I'm going to replace 'face' with 'colon' when making comments like: "Punch today in the Colon." "Your colon looks funny." "Aw man you took that straight in the colon!" (^_^) or maybe not. tee hee.
And next week I'm expecting Sony and her hubby Pali. I can't wait! We're going to have so much fun! We're going to see this movie called Lock Out. It's some silly SciFi movie that I'll probably love the hell out of (it's supposed to have a lot of one liners. I LOVE ONE LINERS! Princess Bride is practically made up of One Liners) but the critics will tear apart. Anything that can make me laugh and or have some nifty explosions and no loose ends isn't a total waste of money.
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