when?

Now leaving in a few days for mob site has become "on standby" if needed, forget the whole CBRN thing, they only want him because he's an expert on various guns, but only if some others can't go for some other reason, so once again, he's not getting deployed! This was the closest one, and I think FRG still wants to talk to me sometime. He's also supposed to talk to the IRS, wonder if that has anything to do with it? He wanted to pay them off while he's gone since he's not supposed to get taxed or something like that. As I've told him, only the most bizarre things happen to him, makes me think he's doing it to himself, he thinks he was a Nazi in another life and it's payback or something real bizarre like that. Whatever. I'm just fed up w/all his bullshit! The IRS is supposed to return a thousand of what they took, a thousand I earned in about 2 weeks working every single day for 59 days w/o a day off! Most of the money in the bank accounts when it was robbed from us was mine! My hard earned cash from working every single day w/no days off for almost 2 months! I don't consider this our problem, he did this before he even met me, and instead of paying it and everything else off, he spent money on gym memberships he didn't seem to use much, kung-fu classes and the contract he had to sign for it, laptops, helicoptors, airplanes, and so much other stuff that (he's doesn't seem to understand) aren't necessary, while staying out of debt is. Don't even get me started on his medical crap before he joined the Reserves.

How do you try to make plans in your life when everybody around you gives you (mostly) last minute notice? My job is mostly last minute, organizers of events decide at last minute they need more people, meaning my boss and many others at my job have to line up workers last minute, workers sometimes have to line up child care last minute, sometimes other things have to be done last minute (buying proper groceries, laundry, numerous times I've had to stop at an ATM on the way, if it's several hours then you have to either bring food, or bring money for concessions or eating out [although that's not always an option]), and then at times someone calls in. Vx's normal job is sometimes like that, if it's too cold, he can't do drywall, some places don't have electric so Wx has to be a factor for that. If he's sick or if the Army orders him to do something last minute (common occurance) he has to put off the job or tell the person he can't do it. Of course, the Army doesn't give out orders until the last minute because they know they can, civilian jobs will get in serious trouble if they don't let a guardsmen or reservist off work because they don't give proper notice, never mind their families. Just 2 months ago, I had to take off work at 6 am (hour early) so Vx could catch a flight at 7:45 am. This was on a Sunday and this airport takes almost no time at all to get through security (especially for someone in ACU's), but we didn't know flight times until Friday, he couldn't find another ride, and luckily I could leave early at that post, if I had been at the other one I couldn't. Coming home f/AT, he was told a few hours before that he was coming home that day, when they had told him up to that point that he would be staying for another week or two.

I won't start on the Virginia thing, I've already posted all of this shit before in other entries, I need to get to bed, so if you really want to know that story, it was in April towards the beginning. Good night/day to y'all!

WTF

Incase anyone was wondering why I haven't been on the internet much in the last few days, early Sunday morning while at work, my phone decided to quit working right. Living in the middle of the fucking bible belt, no place was open that could help me out. Monday morning when one finally opened, the phone could not be repaired. The tech used the term DOA. I asked him about this blackberry that a girl from warriors gave Vx before she deployed (they do have different MOS's) he said yes, so today I took the Blackberry to the store to get it turned on, they said it couldn't be turned on since it was purchased and used by a different cell phone company. My options are to either file an insurance claim and get another Razr (my third) for $50, buy a used phone for $80, I also asked about their Blackberry's, one model was $150, the other's $180. The Razr's are the 5th and 6th cell phones that I've actually owned, all my other phones cost a penny and the Razr's were $50 each (first one was a Christmas present f/my mom, and the second was through the insurance).

There's other shit that has NOT worked out these last few days/weeks/whatever. It seems like nothing ever works out for me! It never fucking does!!! I must go to bed now, after all I do have to work every single night since no one can cover for me.

Bad 24 hours

It started when I got to work Tuesday night, apparently emergency personnel have a crush on me or something. The police were on a manhunt around the ES/FMT area. In a nearby building, the cleaning crew was there, the supervisor (TW) came over to me and told me about it, where he was and to make sure I knew his phone number. It's like he's said several times before, w/so few of us around at night, we need to watch each other's backs. I'm glad he's watching mine, he's the sweetest man I know, and having a daughter my age probably comes into play as well. Once that was over, the rest of my shift was uneventful.

After I got off work, I took my car to my mechanic to check out the problems the dealership had found. The dealership wasn't bsing w/me, my brakes & tires were worn out, some brake pads were rubbing metal to metal, others were very close to the same, and the tires had no treads on them. So my federal tax return covered most of the bill, and my last two paychecks covered the rest. I won't get into the trouble I had covering the bill, my mechanic knows me and my mom real well, so that part is not a concern. Part of it is the bank is closing down the branch Vx and I use, and since Vx can't seem to find our marriage licenses, we more or less have separate accounts right now. His name's on the new ones and my maiden name is still on the old one. If anyone else reading this uses Bank of America Military Branch, it's closing, so you'll need to transfer to the regular bank, and I think there still doing some of the extra's as well. When I finally got home, I was really tired, and emotionally not in a good place (don't know how else to put it). I just hated everything!

While sleeping, I heard a knock and someone yell "Maintenance!" but since one neighbor's door is right above mine and the another's is next to the wall I sleep against, I just assumed it was for one of them. Then I heard my door being unlocked, a man walked in, said "hi kitty", made some noise, left, repeat everything again, and that was it. I texted mom and Vx to see if they knew anything, neither did, checked on the kitty, she seemed ok, didn't see anything obviously out of place or missing. Some pipes run behind mom's closet, so if there was a problem, they may have needed to get in there to do something.

I finally got to sleep again, but I either didn't hear my alarms go off or both of them didn't, so I woke up about the time I was supposed to be leaving for work, so I got up, got dressed, checked on kitty, and left. I stopped at a drive-thru on the way here for "breakfast" and I clocked in about 15 minutes late, but like I've said before, not a big deal at my post.

Vx called on my way to work, apparently I was supposed to come w/him for 3 days, tonight was an FRG meeting. He said everything they talked about was stuff he's already talked to me about, if I have any problems, I can speak to the FRG leader for warriors, and in terms of car trouble or if we live in a house and a pipe causes problems, call his aunt and she'll either send her husband on the wrecker or one of her son's to fix the pipes.

I swear my life's not always this exciting! I already have my six words for Saturday, can you guess what they are?

8 Things

I got this from SciFi Mama

8 Things I'm Looking Forward To:

* Moving
* Vx deploying (I know that probably sounds weird)
* Days w/o pain
* Warmer Wx
* A good night's sleep
* Another job
* trying to make that martini I drank a few weeks ago at a restaurant
* "life"

8 Things I Did Yesterday:

* sat around the apt in pj's
* found an online magazine that could use a contributor
* read several blogs
* Emailed some people
* pet the kitty
* watched many hours of tv
* played Mah Jongg
* Twitter and other social websites

8 Things I Wish I Could Do:

* walk w/o limping
* work in radio
* play guitar
* have better computer skills
* have a college degree w/o the years in school
* run better
* cook something other than tv dinners
* lose a little weight

8 Shows I Watch:

* Poker After Dark
* Star Trek
* KRMG on tv
* some other morning news shows
* Up Late
* Boston Legal
* South Park
* Family Guy

8 Songs on my iPod:

* Breath
* Dance with the Devil
* The Diary of Jane
* Topless
* Dance of the Manatee
* Vice/Versa
* Kyla Cries Cologne
* A Seafarer's Knot
I've only put 2 cd's on my new one, so Breaking Benjamin and Fair to Midland are the only bands

8 Favorite Warm Weather Activities

* driving a golf cart &/or Gator around
* concerts
* hang out at the parks
* working as much as I can stand
* cruising w/the windows down
* cold drinks and ice cream
* swimming
* hanging out outdoors w/o coats, blankets, etc.

8 Favorite Happy Things

* music
* Vx
* P
* mom (sometimes)
* butterfingers
* cookies
* concerts
* the park? (this list was hard for me!)

8 People to Tag

* my "stalkers"

more shit

Yes folks, I will be griping and complaining a lot more about my life and Army shit, so feel free to leave at this time.

Ok, for anyone who decided to stay, I hope you know what you've got yourself into. I'll start w/what time I finally got to bed, almost 7 am, I tried to earlier than that, but it didn't happen. 10 am I wake up to Vx talking on the phone as loud as he can to some guy about his damn helicoptor, then I hear my mom, she came home to shower before leaving again, she's hanging out w/a new male friend, well see how long she can stand this guy. Then Vx continues to talk as loud as he can to a representative about his and another soldier's pay f/Salsa, (incase this hasn't been said before, Salsa isn't paying Vx and another guy, the other guy is a student who has been kicked out of his place because of this, and Vx is having trouble working because of the economy and other Army BS), then he talks (loudly) to the other guy and who knows who else. One hour of sleep lost because my husband can't be quiet! Then he leaves, but instead of quiet, P decides to keep hitting the bedroom door and meowing loudly. I've told her numerous times to quit, but she didn't (typical cat). Finally my alarm clock goes off about 12:30 so I can go to physical therapy, I never got back to sleep before that, so instead of getting up to go I tried to go back to sleep, I got maybe an hour more before the kids were outside, some adults decided to fight right outside the bedroom window, and of course, the cat. I got up, made the bed, got dressed, then layed down again w/the cat. P decided to continuously bite me, then Vx came home. I got up for good, one thing led to another and we started fighting again! Money, deployment, my injuries, where we live, everything exploded out!
One point I continuously made was that he's not getting deployed, other people keep getting picked over him, he's not at that school he's supposed to be at so he can go w/Salsa, and I'm sick and tired of him continuously telling people for the last year or more that he's going, even though he's still here! He brought up the fact that I don't have another job (what job can I get? who's hiring right now? and reminders that in a few months i'll be working many, many hours, and he hasn't been looking for a job either), I haven't seen anyone about my head, (I have tried, they keep telling me to call back in 6 weeks, I do and they tell me the same thing again), where we live (he wants me to pick the place, but he veto's my choices, he claims i'll be there more than him, i remind him he's not getting deployed!), he throws away money on his hobbies all the fuckin time while I haven't enjoyed mine since November, he spent half of my last pay check on rain gear because he used his on another computer, and the point I made in a previous argument that I had to make again: we're homeless yet we have 5 computers, bunch of Army shit he bought, helicoptors, camera equipment, kung-fu equipment and lessons he won't go to because he can't learn to ignore a certain person there, storage unit he doesn't use (keeps most of his tools in his vehicle, which he got stuff stolen out of it a while back because of that, and he won't keep his other stuff there; he made the point that they broke my window as well, I told him nothing got stolen out of mine, expensive shit got taken out of his, and he keeps our marriage license that I need in there somewhere), gym membership he doesn't use, and so much more. One more thing: he says, "I have orders" my response, "You've had orders for over a year, yet you're still here!"
Like the title of this blog says, I married into this bs, yay! I do feel better now having got all this off my chest again, so if you stuck around til the end, congradulations! I'll quit now and eat some dinner, besides, I think blogger's getting ready for an outage.