A Sadish Saturday

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!

FRACK!

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.

Just ARGH!!!

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.

Ah...

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.

Taxes are the Devil

^Ignore the fact that the word 'arranged' is spelled wrong.^

I'm pretty sure everyone knows that Taxes are the Devil already.
But I'm slowly learning it, one ring of numbery hell at a time. Last year we had a whole crap storm with the IRS because some dip-shit messed up and the IRS was just CERTAIN we made twice what we actually did that year. A W-2 was not enough proof, jerk wads, we had to get a statement from the department of the airforce. Which basically translates to: if we could show them a flying pig, a dragon, and the Multiverse before the end of their lives they'd concede that we, and our bank account records, were right. So, we shelled out the cash to get them to Go the ((&%&%^$%^#&(@*&(Q%!!!!! away.

This year I've been fighting with online tax applications for literally 2 weeks. Trying to spend less than $100 bucks and get help at the same time (ha! Futile!). Ask.come and Google were more help than the so called 'tax professional' help searches on TurboTax and TaxSlayer made me want to claw my eyes out because it felt like I was reading russian in japanese. I have no clue what a Personal Accepted Assessment Deduction is so how do I even know if I had one.
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I mean really there should be a class you can take in college, one that counts as a foreign language, and title Taxish: the only foreign language you'll ever actually use. What with a form 1040b through f skipping g and i moving on to h before you get to an 1199 and then a form 8000C and all that why should it be counted as anything other than another language?

On top of the language barrier I had to fill out the forms 3 times, then get my husband to find some info for me because our W-2 was wrong... again. *facepalm*

Hopefully I didn't screw up too badly. We'll find out next year around this time if I did alright.

Oh, we're moving. Yup. T-minus 25 days till we hollow out our apartment. 24 till Sony and I are off to the Dirty Girl. Don't worry I'll post pictures.

Contemplations of the Infirmed

I have decided that Strep is the DEVIL. No not the cute little devil in red pajamas, or the sexy devil with his trident, I'm talking the huge scary Tim Curry Devil from Legend. You know the kind that drinks the blood of unicorns and is best friends with Cuthulu.

Lucky me contracted Strep from my dear friend C8lyn while helping her with babies while she was dying ill. Apparently we have more than just similar personalities we also seem to have similar immune systems. Never in my life have I had Strep, I've been around it, even shared drinks with people who've been carriers and never once has it got me. Till this year.
I had a sore throat the last Friday of January, but didn't think much of it. Come Sunday I had a fever that I'm pretty sure fried part of the language center of my brain. Monday went something like this:
*Wake up bleary eyed and groggy in a pool of drool* "Huh?" I think to myself. "I don't usually drool." And then I try and swallow.
OH MY GOD!
I was pretty sure that some one poured shards of glass covered in acid and agony down my throat (slight overdramatization but close).
*Run to the bathroom and pull out the hand mirror and flash light to see if there is anything left of my throat* To my horror my tonsils had sprouted little red tentacles that felt like fire and my uvula didn't look like it was supposed to.

Needless to say I ended up at the SandLand's Urgent Care Clinic after rasping my information over the phone. Showing up with my SARS mask garnered a lot of wierded out looks from the other occupants of the waiting room and several outright frightened ones. It was funny when I opened up and said something that should have been "Aaaahhh" but sounded more like the hungry gurgle of a Zombie the Doctor visibly recoiled. She stepped back and pulled out the longest Q-Tip I've ever seen (my dad is an ICU nurse I've seen a lot of medical supplies) and said: "Yeah, you have strep. This test is just a formality for the paper work to get you your meds." (not an actual quote, but it was the jest of what she said)

Here is where I would like to interject that I have NO IDEA how medical establishments and insurance works outside the military stations I've lived on the majority of my life. I didn't know what to do once the visit was over. Do I report to the front desk to pay? Do I have to wait for them to print out my Prescription? When do you need my sponsors last 4? What you want My SSN? Oh ok.

No one has called me so I think I did fine.

I haven't had antibiotics in several years. The last time I had Amoxicilline I was in middle school and they gave me the liquid crap. To this day the taste of it haunts my nightmares. Good thing they gave me pills, I only hoped the tentacles in my throat didn't keep them for an afternoon snack instead of letting them down.

Did you know that Antibiotics can give you weird dreams. Dude it was crazy, I felt like I'd lost my mind. Antibiotics also make you bruise easily. I barely moved from the couch and still ended up with all kinds of cryptogenic little blue and green spots. I blame the dog, she weighs too much (She's almost 40lbs! *cries*)
Thank goodness it's over.

It's nice to know that the FAFSA waited for me. And just in time for house hunting too (ah, if sarcasm could kill).

To all you sickies, Like Marianna, get better soon!
To the rest of you, don't get sick! The bugs this year are mean.

Cruel World

I turn my back on you world. You suck.
My life doesn't feel like I got hit by the karma bus. But it's not been very fun.
I'm done. If anyone needs me I'll be hiding in the closet watching Psyche and Babylon 5.

Frellin' Friday!!!!! *madface*

It's only 2:22 and already I'm revved up and ready to punch Friday in the face.
But "Frack You Friday" is more about a collage of all the frustrations of the week.
So I'm going to borrow Dazee's listing method and try to get some of the frustrations that are kinking my neck out.

Frack you Rinky! You couldn't have waited literally 10 more minutes before you dropped your valve seat into the engine?!

Frack You College Application Process!!!! Frack you to HELL! Why on earth do you have to be so particular about where you get the documents from? Do you know how much money goes into administration fees to get those stupid 10 cent papers to you? Oh wait, I forgot, it's a scam because the board of education takes all your money. But still! Over $100 bucks in fees later just for you to tell me whether or not Jex can go to school there and you're still not satisfied... you want me to fill out a FAFSA.

Which brings me to the crescendo.

F*(&^*%&$*&^)*_)#@#%# You FAFSA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There are not enough rings in hell for me to cast you far enough down to feel satisfied. Since when is it a requirement to disclose EVERYTHING, and I mean everything, to a college. It's not the college's business how much we have in savings and what we're planning to purchase with it. Now if we were applying for financial aide then sure I get that. But we're not, we haven't even gotten to that yet. They want to know things that I don't even know about myself and I'm pretty sure I'm the authority. Last time I checked anyways.

Frack You OldMan Gamer! I'm married. Not only that but I could be your daughter. And you smell. You've started creeping me out, leave me alone. Sure you used to be cool. But this whole not contacting me hardly at all while Jex is around and then blowing up my phone the day after he leaves for TDY is NOT COOL. If you keep up the way you are and don't get the massive sign I painted for you I may just have to disown the game along with you.

Frack You Kq!b' (And Frack Jex for spelling your name so weird!!!!). If you and your little puppy face keeps me awake all night one more time I will have a new fur coat and a really nice dinner.

Frack You Fort Bragg! Not only did you take away my hubby, but you're too damned big to be a military base. You have a HIGHWAY!!! You're ridiculous with your one way streets and having a poorly constructed Air Force Base at your heart.

Frack You Belly Fat! Do you not notice the change in diet and all the stupid exercises? I know you've noticed some of the exercises, you screamed loud enough yesterday for the neighbors to hear you. So go away already! I'm going to continue to do my 'healthy' thing until you give up and then some!

Finally a big heart felt Frack You to the SandLand Base Library for being closed all day Friday instead of choosing a Tuesday or another random day that most people don't go to town and run their errands.

Day 17 and a Novelist's update

And so I find that I'm doing too many things at once, yet again.

Anyway today's number on the 30 day challenge is actually fairly easy to accomplish.
Day 17 is: Something you could live without.

Oh boy! Here Marrianna Annadanna and V will get one of those lists they love so. Because I feel like ranting just a little bit.

All the things Ashes could live without.
1. Daylight Savings
2. The massive amount of country radio stations
3. Bad Rap music (there is actually some good rap music out there. It's not just a myth!)
4. Gangster Style
5. Brand names
6. Fan Girls
7. Fan Girls
8. Twilight Fan Girls (I'm talking the crazy ones, if you're a sane Twilight fan I hold nothing against you. Honestly I enjoyed much of the books myself.)
9. Inuyasha Fan Girls
10. Stupid drivers
11. Cell phones
12. the Flu Shot
13. World of Warcraft (actually any MMOG, Massive Multiplayer Online Game)
14. Wal-Mart
15. 1/2 my wardrobe
16. Cosmetics
17. Dymatap (or any other godawful substance that is 'supposed' to be good for you)
18. Plastic women (the ones that are alive just for clarification)
19. Jersey Shore
20. It's always sunny in Philadelphia
21. Most reality tv in general
22. Music television that doesn't play music.
23. The 52million and 4 infomercial channels in cable packages.
24. Religious people (not you spiritual people who actually live what you believe)
25. That guy who leaves the cart in the best parking space.
26. Processed Cheese Products
27. Pabst Blue Ribbon (eeeeeeewwwwwwwwwww! Who actually likes this stuff?!)

I feel better.

I've gotten nearly 7,000 words down in 3 days. I felt good about that till I saw that the majority of my friends had gotten to the 15-18,000 mark, that effectively popped my pride balloon. Thanks to Shane for making me feel better by saying that mine was probably better quality. Probably a lie, but it made me feel good.

I don't know if the excerpt I posted was too long. I'm thinking of posting shorter segments from time to time and seeing what you all think since you're who it's there for. So, would more bite sized pieces of my NaNoWriMo project be better for you guys? I would like to hear from my silent readers on this one too. Again this is all for you guys.