tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43253204267148377872024-03-05T06:48:05.985-09:00My Life as a Military WifeMy husband is active duty in the U.S. Air Force. I'm a military wife. With that comes certain challenges and crazy adventures a lot of others don't experience. So sitdown, buckle up, and enjoy the ride with me. Things can go from light harted and funny, to harsh and cold day-to-day. You've been warned!!Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-41116223591699045192011-02-09T16:36:00.001-09:002011-02-09T16:36:54.693-09:00sdgasdgKimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-70446547430689118222010-12-13T12:42:00.006-09:002010-12-13T13:23:45.362-09:00Cheating, againAgain, huge slacker. Our dd is fine and doing well. She has a cyst on her kidney and a few other things, but nothing serious.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bryson</span> goes in to the cardiologist next week, the Neurosurgeon tomorrow, my mom comes to town, busy, busy, busy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span>, now on to the fun stuff =)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Our friend Harv is gay. Gayer than two men wearing pink, having sex, holding a basket of tiaras, on the back of a unicorn, trotting down a rainbow road. I LOVE Harv. Harv was just kicked out of the military for smoking pot (ha). He said someone 'laced the bong' *giggle* he was smoking (because a) smoking out of a bong and b) the scent of pot didn't set him off?). And gay, he was kicked out for popping positive on a piss test (he'd actually been smoking it all 13 years or so he'd been in, he he). Harv was a '<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">girly</span>' gay, but thought he was a 'bear' and manly gay (*giggles more*, I wish you could have seen him). Harv ALWAYS had the best stories of gay '<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">sexcapades</span>' that took place at work (yeah, on a military base at work), down town, his apartment..... my favorite quote from him was 'oh honey, I'd fake a gag for you!' <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">EEEKKK</span>! He was just funny.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />He met a guy at work (also in the military) that was married....... and had a baby. Well apparently having a baby made him realize he was gay?? He started to spend time over at Harv's "playing video games". One thing led to another and before you know it, Harv was giving this guy head. Then the guy got more into it. He was asking Harv to dress up in women's clothes. Harv went out and bought some naughty women's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">lacey</span> stuff, fishnets, leather boots, you name it. He then <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">texted</span> me a picture of himself all dressed up, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">errrr</span> under dressed and I have never laughed so hard in my life. Harv really isn't <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">girly</span>. He is, but he doesn't cross-dress ever. This was one of the few times and it was PRICELESS. So he gets in a full blown relationship with this guy that's MARRIED (to a woman), had a baby, and the wife has NO idea what's going on. She <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">think's</span> he was going over to a buddies to play video games. Yikes. So Harv is now a whore and a home wrecker. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span>, not so much a home wrecker, but he's still my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">favorite</span> gay slut.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then, a few months ago, this big 'storm' happened. A woman (we'll call her D) found out her husband (we'll call him Tom) was cheating on her with a woman named 'Patti'. Now, Patti and Tom both work on base. Patti is also married, but not to Tom..... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">ruh</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">roh</span>. D confronts Patti who comes clean. D, being the super intelligent woman she is, writes all of this info down in a cute letter. She then puts a picture of Patti on the later and prints it out on BRIGHT gold paper. She makes <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">ohhhhhh</span> about 100 copies. She takes these letters down to the building where they work (probably 200 people total). It's a hot day here in the south, so windows are cracked open. She slips one copy of this letter into EVERY open car window (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">RUH</span>-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">ROH</span>! Can't take something out of a car that's locked!) and leaves the rest on windshields. For your fabulous viewing pleasure, I am posting a copy of the letter here.<br /><br /><br />Don't mess with a mean, smart wife!<br /><br /><br />ENJOY! (to view the entire thing, click on it........... then zoom the view in (bottom right hand corner) and you can read it all)<br /><br /><a href="http://s55.photobucket.com/albums/g149/robo_barbie_83/Blog/?action=view&current=editedletter.jpg" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i55.photobucket.com/albums/g149/robo_barbie_83/Blog/editedletter.jpg" /></a>Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-50203914348748408662010-07-01T09:08:00.002-08:002010-07-01T09:14:20.754-08:00Spina bifidaLet me start out by saying that I know life wouldn't life with out problems. That what makes life, life! Things would be boring and slow if we didn't have problems and hurdles to overcome. Each day we face problems big and small: What to wear, the traffic backup making us late for work, the jerk of a boss that wont get off your back, the kids fighting, your husband being an ass about the small things, or just not feeling well. I get it. I get that life is full of different problems. But some days present you with bigger problems than others..........<br /><br /><br />As if life wasn't full enough for us (just trying to stay pg. long enough to deliver a healthy baby), we found out today that our DD probably has <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">spina</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">bifida</span>. Not only does she most likely have it, but she's going to need surgery on her spinal cord before it causes her more problems (severe back pain or paralysis). This something that her <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">peds</span>. back in GA knew about, but did nothing about! They were of the attitude of 'we'll just watch it.' A simple u/s would have shown if she had it or not. She is now having problems from it and something has to be done. She's only 4. I can't imagine the complications that would arise as time went on.<br /><br />Is it the end of the world? No. Will she pull through this with a smile on her face? Yeah, she will. She's an amazing little girl with a heart made of sunshine and butterflies. But some days, you just don't want to find out there is yet another battle in front of you and that it involves one of your children.Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-2227231078940361552010-07-01T08:55:00.002-08:002010-07-01T09:08:15.511-08:00UpdatesIt has been drawn to my attention that I'm a huge slacker and haven't given any updates in a while ;)<br /><br />We've moved to Texas! It was a crazy time, honest. The home we'd found online, got pictures of, tons of info on, put a deposit on, etc, was NASTY! The pictures were from like 4 years prior and they let the place go. The neighborhood was disgusting with graffiti all over the fences. I pulled the crime report and in the month prior there were 4 breaks in and a shooting.... on that street!! Never mind the streets around it. So we were left in TX with no place to live. We have since found a home that...... well.... it will work for now. In a year or two, we'll be looking to purchase a home. Our stuff got here late and then a lot of it was stolen (good thing we paid extra for insurance!). So we had to file a claim that took over a month for them to 'settle'. It was a total joke. I'm sure there's an honest moving company out there, but <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Conntinental</span> out of Anchorage isn't one of them!<br /><br />I'm still pg. with our third, but barely (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>, no there isn't such a thing as 'barely' pg.). My pelvis is broken (it's easiest to say it that way, but the bones are pulling apart and it's very painful), my scar from my prior c-sections is too thin, the baby only has one artery in his cord, and I have contractions all the time. So, I hope to make it a few more weeks (wont go more than 6), but as soon as I go into labor, that's it. They'll cut me open and get the baby out.<br /><br />P is doing fantastic. I've never seen her so happy! She's still up in AK, but plans on returning to Canada soon. Her divorce is final (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">YAY</span>!!) and she hasn't been in contact with Jason at all. She gets full custody of her son, and 'dad' (sperm donor) gets visits in the summer. <br /><br />Jason is still in Iraq. I keep in touch with his sister some, but don't really know a ton. He wife filed for divorce and is trying to take him to the bank (and she should!). He faked everything from what we can tell, including the cancer! He never had cancer and it was all part of his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">elaborate</span> lie. It kind of makes sense now though, since P was 'done' with him at the time. He made it up to get her 'back' and it worked. She fell right into the trap. He is the things serial killers are made of!!<br /><br /><br />I promise to tell the suicide story in a bit.......Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-288042842787621832010-03-07T10:49:00.001-09:002010-03-07T10:52:45.406-09:00SuicideComing a little later............. It's a VERY long story, but some people just can't take the pressure of life.<br /><br />Bottom line though, trying to kill yourself when you have thre children is disgusting and a horrible thing to do to your family (but that's my opinion)Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-80649883114912327202010-03-07T10:14:00.005-09:002010-07-01T09:21:46.352-08:00That double life will get you every timeSo, the shit storm around me continues. Sometimes it's great to be sitting in your glass house watching to poo fly around you, but other times you want to reach and pull some one into the safety of your lookout!<br /><br />I had introduced <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Petrea</span> and Jason. She was going through a divorce and he was just single (er, um... so I thought). She's one of the nicest people I had ever met and he seemed to be an honest guy (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">LOL</span>!). I told them to go out and have fun. It turned into more than that and she wasn't interested. She was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span> with being 'fuck buddies' if you will. She told him nothing more, he pursued her. He was like 'I love you, I want to merry you. I'll move to Canada with you when I got out of the military.' He was just head over heals about her! She felt guilty because he was such a nice guy and treated her well. So she said 'fine.' (who does that by the way?!?!)<br /><br />Over the summer they had kind of split and another friend of mine came up. They did everything but have sex. No big deal, they're adults and both single. Fine.<br /><br />A month ago <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Petrea</span> and I were out at dinner. Jason was really upset she was out with me, which was strange considering Jason and I were friends and I was obviously friends with her. He was just super upset that we were hanging out (obviously no the first time we'd ever hung out!). Somehow Allison and Jason came up. She said something about them only kissing. I about fell out of my chair laughing. THAT'S why he didn't want us to talk!! He knew it would come up and he had lied to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Petrea</span>. I was laughing and tell that is hardly what happened. That I had walked in on them both naked on my couch (don't worry, I got new couches). So I KNEW 100% they didn't just 'kiss once outside'.<br /><br />She calls and asks him about it and he gets pissed that we were talking about him and then begins to lie. He says that nothing happened, he promises her. That I'm a liar and a bitch (now that's not very nice Jason). I am now just 'done' with him. I CANNOT stand liars. If there's one thing I have zero tolerance for, it's liars. Not only did he lie, but he tried to throw me under a bus... that wasn't even moving! I've known <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Petrea</span> for years and have no reason to lie to her. She believed me. But more than that you have Allison who says this is what happened and another <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">GF</span> of mine who walked in on them also! So obviously, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Petrea</span> knew the truth. She wasn't upset he had messed around with another women, they were broken up (and that night she was out with another guy)!! And she was messing around with other people since she was single. No big deal.<br /><br />What pissed her off was the lie, which makes sense. He guilt's her into staying with him. He was on his way to Iraq and said he couldn't live with out her, blah, blah, blah. He was going to send her an engagement ring (barf) from Iraq. She went to see him TX after his training, before he got on 'that plane'.<br /><br />I, on the other hand, was like 'up yours buddy!!' You don't accuse me of stuff (when you are <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">lieing</span>) and have me just be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span> with it. I knew if he was willing to lie about something <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">sooooo</span> minor, he was a HUGE liar and lied about other things. I began to think when he went home before he left that he went to see another woman, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">ect</span>. I had no proof and didn't say anything to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Petrea</span> other than he's a liar and I didn't trust him.<br /><br />She calls me in tears a few nights ago.........................<br /><br />She was on the web cam with him when her phone rang. She said, 'Hello?' A voice on the other end said, 'Is this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Petrea</span>? This is Darcy <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">XXXXXX</span>.' <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">Petrea</span> was just like 'OK'. Darcy goes on to say 'Jason <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">XXXXXX</span> wife.'<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">Petrea</span> looks at Jason (they were on the web cam together!! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">OMG</span> what timing!!) gives him the middle finger, and yells 'FUCK YOU ASS HOLE!' and hangs up on him (well, you know what I mean by hang up).<br /><br />They chatted for almost two hours. Turns out, he was married. I don't mean married and they were separated or going through a divorce. I mean still married as in talked every day, visited each other, said 'I love you,' planned on being with each other, she had no idea he was sleeping with another woman, that kind of still married.<br /><br />The kicker is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">Petrea</span> has an STD. She has <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error">HPV</span>, which can cause cervical cancer. She's always really careful and Jason knew. They began to have unprotected sex because he begged and begged. She told him the risks..... he basically could never have unprotected sex with another woman. He said they were going to get married, so that didn't matter. But Jason, it's pretty hard to marry a woman when you're still married to someone else!! DUH!<br /><br />So that poor, poor wife of his now has to go get checked. He may have given her cancer! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error">Petrea</span> felt HORRIBLE! Her husband had cheated on her (as I've talked about) and that's why she's going through a divorce. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error">Petrea</span> would have never, ever, EVER gone near him with a 10 foot pole if she knew he was married.<br /><br />As it turns out, every.single.thing. Jason had said was a lie. EVERYTHING! Down to the smallest of details. At one point he said he had cancer and was going through all this treatment, even getting out <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error">of</span> work!! It was all a lie!! All of it.<br /><br />There was another guy in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error">the</span> shop that helped carry on the lie, totally disgusting. I know a lot of people cheat in the military, and all over for that matter.... but this...... this is like serial killer, double life kind of crazy. I knew he was a liar, but had <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error">noooo</span> idea had bad it really was. P later went to talk to the 'friend' and he said he knew about J still being married and everything. His response was: "every one in the military cheats." REALLY? I wonder if his wife knows that......<br /><br />Little things keep coming out and she's finding out more and more everyday. He wrote a letter at one point before he left for a mission the other day saying he was going to carry out both relationships and see which one failed first..... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error">niiiiiiiiice</span>!!<br /><br />I hope that at some point he gets the help he clearly needs, but I doubt he will ever go in. In his mind, he's just a jerk. In my mind, he's a lunatic.Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-42535625923379497102010-03-07T10:03:00.003-09:002010-03-07T10:14:49.308-09:00A sample of WHAT?!?!As I said, sometimes I hear the BEST stories. The other weekend was no exception!!<br /><br />It was in the 40's one day, in February.... in ALASKA!! So the neighbors and I were all out drinking by the fire pit (although, my drink was just juice ;) ). That's, when you hear the best stories! So if you're ever hanging out with a big group of people, I highly recommend not having a drink and just listening, it's really funny.<br /><br />Aside from the big snowball fight........ yes, you read that right. Snow.ball.fight. We were outside by the fire pit, in Alaska, in February, and there was a snow ball fight. I had to go in and use the restroom or I would have <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">peed</span> my pants from laughing when one of my neighbors picked up the other neighbor's teenage boy, slammed him into a snow bank and whitewashed him. For those Southern folks who have never seen snow, a white wash is when you take some one and rub a lot of snow in their face. It's HILARIOUS when it's a smart-ass teenager having it done to them.... trust me.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Braun</span> is a lab tech. He told me of this day he had at work........................<br /><br />He was in Iraq collecting urine samples from military members and locals and all kinds of people for different reasons. They test for infections, drugs, any problem that may. It is just a typical lab, but he was working in urine that day. A German guy comes up to the desk limping. He pulls a sample cup out of his pocket and it's full. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Braun</span> looks at it and starts to laugh. He asks the guy what it is. The guys says, I just couldn't do it any more. They didn't tell me how high to fill it, so I just filled it up. That's the best I could do.<br /><br />This man had to give a sperm sample. He had filled the cup. Yes, I said filled. As in to the top.... with his man juices. Now, this is a regular sample cup that the doctor gives you to pee in. It was filled..... filled with sperm!!<br /><br />How did he do this? Well, that's why he was walking funny. He had jerked off into this cup, so many times that he was raw. This man basically sat at home all weekend, jerkin off into a pee cup.<br /><br />The kicker? They couldn't even use the samples. It has to be brought in w/i an hour or something. So <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">allll</span> his hard work, down the drain.Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-78484454238317435302010-03-07T09:48:00.003-09:002010-03-07T10:03:54.842-09:00WHAT?!?! Is that what I think it is?!?!DH and I have gone through a bit of infertility. While it isn't a long time compared to others, two years is hard on any woman trying to become pregnant.<br /><br />While it seems that in the military almost everyone just gets pg., that couldn't be farther from the truth. I know a lot of women who <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">just</span> pop out babies no problem. I also know a lot of women who have a really difficult time. Living on a military makes this hard. When ever there is a huge <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">unit</span> homecoming, there are always babies. There's now a 'boom' and every where you look you see a pg. woman. This is REALLY hard if you are one of those women who have a difficult time. You go in to see the doctor and are surrounded by pg. women. To look at them makes you hurt inside. While some of them may have had a struggle and you are happy for them, you are sad for you! It's hard, period. You want to be a 'good' person and be happy for everyone..... some women are 'bitter', but really most of them are just sad for them. And that's OK. It's OK for you to be happy for someone else and sad for you. There's nothing wrong with hurting and feeling pain for something you need in your life.<br /><br />Ben's birth was horrible, at best. It left me with a lot of scar tissue. What it took to have him was 2 years of trying and medical help. We were told we'd probably never get pg. again for a lot of reasons, at least not on our own.<br /><br />We went to FL and had a great time!! We came home and got settled back into life here. About 3 weeks later I wasn't feeling well. At Christmas time I felt kind of gross, but thought nothing of it. I took a pregnancy test on New Years because I felt 'off.' I'd been pregnant 7 times and kind of knew what to expect or what it felt like. Sure enough, it was positive. I went in and started to have blood tests done every 48 hours for a few weeks. I had less than 1% chance of even getting pg. and the chances of an early miscarriage were <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">extremely</span> high for me.<br /><br />It took over a week for the utter shock to wear off. Then it was fear. I'd lost so many pregnancies. This was now my eighth pregnancy and I only <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">have</span> two children. I had a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">cat scan</span> while technically pg, but didn't have any idea. I was worried that if the baby did make it there would be something life-threatening wrong.<br /><br /><br /><br />So far, so good. I am now in my second trimester and if everything goes well, we will be having our third child in mid-August. This is the smoothest pregnancy I've ever had, in terms of pregnancy. I have been REALLY really sick though. I had a flu bug and had to get IV fluids. I then had a nasty sinus infection which needs antibiotics. I then got fluid in my lungs. My healthy has been total crap, but none of it is pregnancy related. Go figure.<br /><br />That is why I have been MIA. I'm hardly on the computer and when I am it's just to catch up with friends and family and then I'm off!! But, I promise to be better from now on :)Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-67518560099503770762010-03-07T09:26:00.003-09:002010-03-07T09:48:26.482-09:00Who are you again?First, I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">apologize</span> for the lack of posts since James' return, it's been a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">loooong</span> road..... you'll understand a bit more a little later on.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span>, now on with it.<br /><br /><br />A homecoming from a 'long' (I know, there are some MUCH, much longer) is bumpy at best. People can say how perfect theirs ones and how <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">soooo</span> much in love they are and 90% of that is bullshit. They may be really love, but that's about the only part that's the truth about a homecoming.<br /><br />You are so beyond happy that they are home. It's all you've dreamed about since the day you said goodbye. The problem lies in changes. People change. When you are apart, you often change in somewhat different directions. You get into habits and a set way of life. You do everything on your own and become very self reliant. Then one day, you go from being 'single' to married. Over night.<br /><br />You get used to doing things YOUR way. You clean the house your way, you do the dishes and laundry your way, you discipline your kids your way. Your life is yours. Then, DH (or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">DW</span>) comes home. It's hard for him because he's been away for so long and all he wants to do is be a part of the family again. He wants your attention, affection, time, and love. He wants to step in and help with the kids, but doesn't know how. Kids change the most. Being away for anything more than 6 months, they miss a LOT. Kids grow and change so fast, esp. before the teen years. And even the teen years are just change after change.<br /><br /><br /><br />DH came home late. I left the kids home tucked in bed and had a friend come over to sit while I went and got DH. I picked up DH and was shocked to only see one other wife there for a group of about 8. There was no big homecoming. I met my DH at the bottom of an escalator, gave him a big hug and we went to luggage. There was no parade, there was no welcome party, no cameras, no news stations. We got his bags and 2 guys from his shop showed up. Typically when guys come home, at a minimum their co-workers show to welcome them home. These guys have been through <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">SOOO</span> many deployments now a days, that it's not even a big deal when people return. There are CONSTANTLY people coming and going. It's sad that this war has drug on for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">soooooo</span> long and the men and women have done <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">sooooo</span> many tours that no ones seems to really care any more.<br /><br />We came home, did what couples do, and he went to sleep. He was just happy to be home. I laid there next to him, wide awake. I hadn't had any one in my bed in almost 9 months. I was used to sleeping alone. Not only was there now someone in my bed, but I looked at him and didn't know who he was. I kept looking, trying to see if I'd recognize him...... nothing. We'd been apart long enough that I didn't know who he was any more. Nothing was said to hurt me, no one was mad. I couldn't help but lay there and think 'Who are you? I don't know you.' the first few nights after that, I asked him to sleep on the couch. There wasn't any fighting or being mad, I just couldn't get to sleep because I couldn't get over this feeling of a stranger laying next to me.<br /><br />As the days went on, we settled back into our routine. We adjusted and became a family again. The first few days James went back to work, Kayla cried. While he was deployed we told her daddy was at work, because well, he was. So when he would leave she would ask where daddy went. I told her he'd gone to work. The tears would start to roll down her cheeks and she'd cry to me, 'NO! I don't want daddy to go to work because he not come home!' She was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">heartbroken</span> at the thought of daddy leaving again and not coming home. I had to keep telling her daddy would be home before dinner and in time bed. She didn't believe and would sit and cry. After a week she got that daddy was coming home every day and life moved on with her.<br /><br />Ben would just look at him. It was just mom and sister before. Now there's this other person. Is he good, bad? Luckily Ben adjusts well to new people and did just fine. James had missed most of his first year.<br /><br />All in all this was the smoothest adjustment. After a few weeks home we all went on a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">vacation</span> to the lower 48. We spent most of it in sunny FL and it was so nice to see the sun and the sand! i suppose with this being our third <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">homecoming</span> in just 5 years, you're bound to get good at it.<br /><br />The general public doesn't understand how complex a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">homecoming</span> is and what the families go through. A lot of people think, oh the family is whole again! They can be a big happy family now! I can assure you, this is almost never the case. There is usually at least one large fight and rocky times. It's a very rough road at first and some couples don't even make it through. Sometimes being apart for a year is just too much. People grow and change. Often, in different directions.Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-2345262670315315822009-10-03T09:33:00.003-08:002009-10-03T10:15:12.793-08:00Don't Perpetuate the Problem of Domestic ViolenceIt's 11pm on Friday night. You call him back to your house because you want to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">get and</span> leave <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">early</span> Saturday morning. Only, what happens next you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">never</span> expected. You never thought you'd be that girl.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Petrea</span> wanted to go to Fairbanks for the weekend. It was Scott's birthday weekend. Even though they were going through a divorce (an living in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">separate</span> towns), they had a son together and she wanted to stay friends. He showed up at her place around 11pm. He tried to have sex with her and she said no. She said no again, again, and again. He got mad and slammed his head into the wall three times. She got mad and told him to leave. She said she would pay for his cab ride back to the bar where his friends were, that he just had to leave.<br /><br />Their <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">marriage</span> was never perfect. Whose is? They <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">fought</span>, but it gradually took on a more violent tone. He started to punch holes in walls and through stuff. Then he started to grab her, or push her, or take her phone. One day he held her down, pushed her on the ground, hit her, threw her phone so she couldn't call the police. All in front of their son who wasn't even one. She went to the police later and filed a report. They went and arrested him. He sat in jail for a day, then got out. When his work found out about it, a female Sgt. actually told her 'you should have called me not the police.' EXCUSE ME?!?!?! Since when does the military think domestic violence is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>?? Don't perpetuate the problem! There should be a zero <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">tolerance</span> policy! (and I can say with some certainty that in most shops, there is) The First Shirt who found about it didn't do anything about it either. Since he got away with it, nothing happened. On the civil end, the charges went no where. It was his first documented offense and they lowered it to assault and then basically let it go. (he told her that he would get kicked out of the military and wouldn't be able to pay any child support, so she dropped it and let it go)<br /><br />The pattern was evident and she finally got up the courage to leave him. She went back to Canada for a few months so they could try to work things out and he could focus on trying harder. While she was gone, he cheated on her. That was the last straw for her (THAT?!?! REALLY?? He beat her and that was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>, but cheating was the end.... I'll never understand some people fully).<br /><br />When she came back to the US in April of '09 she moved out. She stayed with me for a bit until she was on her feet. She got a god job and her own place. Even when she was staying with, the violence issues were evident. He would call her up and be fine one minute, then snap and freak out the next. He would come over to my house on occasion, but never when I was there. One day I came home to find his truck in my drive. I called <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Petrea</span> and they came running out of the house. He hopped in his truck and took off. I asked her what was going on and she said he had pinned her against the wall and was screaming at her when I came home (now I know why he left so fast, I'm a lot bigger than he is). From then on, I had a "No Scott" rule. He wasn't allowed on my property, period. If I caught him there, she was out. I did this for her own good. If he was assaulting her in MY house, and I happened to come home..... there would have been hell to pay. And I just don't want that stuff in my house. It was for her own good, and he hadn't assaulted her since.<br /><br />(<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">fast forward</span> to last night) After telling him to leave, he grabbed her and threw her down on her bed. He climbed on top of her and began to choke her. is hands were cutting off her air supply. She was afraid for her life. She looked over and saw their son sleeping in his pack-n-play next to her bed. She thought 'you're going to kill me right here in front of my son, you fucking ass hole.' She began to fight back and he let go. She called up a friend (not sure why) and he told her to call the police (she didn't). Scott grew even more angry, but finally left. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Petrea</span> locked the door and laid there afraid he would come back. He stayed outside her building and kept calling her, begging her to let him back in.<br /><br />I called <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Petrea</span> around 8:30 in the morning to see what she was up to and ask if she had talked to a mutual friend of ours. She said she had, but she hadn't seen him (I was worried about him since I hadn't heard from him and just felt <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">something</span> was wrong.... I right something was wrong, but wrong friend....). She said she had a long night and that Scott had come over drunk and beat the shit out of her. I lost it. I flew off the handle. I said NO MORE!!! I asked her who he worked for, she didn't know. I called up Deb whose husband went into work to find out who he worked for and who his first shirt is (and his phone number!). I told her as soon as she wakes up fully, she is to go down to the PD and file a report and get a restraining order. As soon as she does that she is to take it to the base police and file a report there and get the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">RO</span> on paper there. She is then to call up his First Shirt. And I'll tell you this, the First Sgt WILL do something about it this time. If he doesn't a call is going to be made to the base commander. EVERY ONE in the military has a boss, and something will be done about Mr. Scott (and I should clarify, this is NOT my neighbor Scott.... my neighbor Scott is the one who went and got the phone number for me). He keeps on doing it because he gets away with it. He does it because he can. And <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">Petrea</span>, she's the perfect victim. Quiet, small, timid. Doesn't want to get any one in trouble. But, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">Petrea</span> has me........... I am NOT a good victim. I am bigger and can hurt most people that try to hurt me. I'm loud and will make sure you pay the piper. Sometimes, the quiet ones need friends that aren't.Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-34918304621513947072009-09-30T21:32:00.004-08:002009-09-30T21:49:45.766-08:00I Found a LumpTo continue on with the crazy week I had...................<br /><br />We all know I had an issue with skin cancer (which by the way has all been cleared up and I'm going to be fine). My close friends here are aware of it all. My friend Jason calls me up on Monday night. He says he woke up last week and did the 'man scratch' (you know when the scratch their balls in the morning?) and he felt a lump. I was like 'On your balls?!?!?' He said no, it was lower like on the taint (I have <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">nooo</span> idea how to spell that, and gross!!). He went to the doctor on Monday and they did blood work. His white blood cell count came back elevated (I don't know how elevated like if it's in the cancer range or I may have a cold, or infection, or nothing big range). They did an ultrasound on the lump and said it looks like a tumor or mass.<br /><br />He called me up scared and nervous. I understand that. It's the not knowing that's the worst. It's scary not knowing what's going on or what's going to happen to you. When you know what's going on, you know ho to treat it, how to handle it. You can get over the initial shock of things, put on your brave face, and do what you need to do.<br /><br />So on Tuesday night he goes to pee and can't. He starts to vomit and goes in to the ER. The inject some dye and do another ultrasound on his bladder. They find several more lumps around his bladder, that look like the lump under his junk.<br /><br />In my heart I want to think that everything will be just fine, but in my head I understand that it may not be. Turns out he has an appointment with Oncology at the hospital on Monday. They don't send you to Oncology unless they think that you have cancer. :( He is all kinds of torn up about it and scared (and rightfully so). He doesn't have a lot of people that he's super close to up here because he's quiet and keeps to himself. He's a really great guy with a huge heart, so isn't this fitting? Doesn't that bad stuff always happen to the good guys? I know he'll be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>, but my heart goes out to him as he struggles with how to handle the news and all the up coming doctor <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">appts</span>.<br /><br />Either way it goes, I get it. I've been there. I've had <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">pre</span>-cancer tissue removed from inside my head, I have a tumor in one of my sinuses (they can't remove it), and my mom has had lots of bouts with cancer (including lots of different treatments). I'll be here waiting for the news, good or bad.<br /><br />He also doesn't want to tell anyone in the shop because he is supposed to deploy in February. If he ends up on a profile he wont be able to deploy, which he really wants to do. I'll wait until the news and then advice him to make a good choice from there.Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-58793479607310632322009-09-30T21:17:00.004-08:002009-09-30T21:49:09.866-08:00I Want to Kill Myself and My Husband is a Pucking AzzholeAlong with Cat, another character I saw this weekend was Rose. Rose is a middle aged, heavy set Asian woman. Last year she found her husband Mark cheating on her (Mark and my husband work together). Rose came home to find her husband in bed with another woman, naked, and banging. She called the other woman 'buffalo' because she was so over weight. Mark was told by his superior officers to stop the behavior immediately and to either work it out with his wife or divorce her. Mark chose divorce, only never really did it. Instead she moved out, then he moved in with her!! She kicked him out and off to Iraq he went. He continued to cheat on her through out his entire deployment.<br /><br />Rose tried to turn him in again, and again, and again. Problem, the Master Sgt. in the shop was a total LOSER and refused to write up paper work on him (the military has strict rules on cheating, you can lose pay, get kicked out, or even tossed in jail). So he got away with the behavior. The behavior had no consequences, so he kept doing it.<br /><br />Turns out Buffalo got pg! Now, I was thinking about timing and it doesn't seem to add up. The baby was born in April. He got back from Iraq in Jan/February. It was a 7.5 month deployment. That would have made her pg for 10 - 11 months. So, I'm having a hard time believing it's his, but that's his problem. He seems content with the woman he is with now, but I hate to break it to her, once a cheater always a cheater. Now, I know I know... not always. But in this guy's case, yeah, always. He was cheating on her before he went to Iraq! Rose had hacked into his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Myspace</span></span> account and found e-mails to tons of chicks. Talking about how much fun they've had and nasty pictures being sent to one another (I know this because she showed me and it was pretty gross stuff). Buffalo asked him about it (we forwarded some of the e-mails to her, she had a right to now!!) and he denied it, but the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">proof</span> is in the pudding baby. It is, what it is.<br /><br />When I saw her, the first thing she said to me was, 'You'll never guess what the pucking <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">azzhole</span> did <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Keem</span>! I'm so pucking mad.' (she has a very heavy accent and it's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hilarious</span> when she cusses) Rose said that she'd been <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">sooo</span></span> sick about the entire situation that she'd been sick all the time. She even thought about killing herself. Now, is it just me or does there seem to be an abundance of people trying to commit suicide?? :( She said that she called the shop asking for my phone number and they wouldn't give it out to her (she is a little on the crazy side), so I told her I'd try to stop by her work and check up on her every now and then.Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-91027508911362543132009-09-30T21:04:00.003-08:002009-09-30T21:17:25.237-08:00I Tried to Kill Myself and I'm GayI said yesterday that I've had quite the week and I ran into a few people that I hadn't seen.<br /><br />One person I haven't seen in ages (since before Benji was born) is Cat. Cat is married to Randy and they have a son named <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Aut</span> (not really of course). Their son and K used to play together all the time. Randy went to Iraq last year. Cat is also active duty air force. While in Iraq Cat cheated on him (did I mention there's a lot of cheating in the military??). Cat was pretty open about it, didn't hide it. He spent the night, came over hen lots of people were at her house. It wasn't a secret. I was friends <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">ith</span> Rochelle, whose husband Bill worked <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">ith</span> Randy. Of course when Rochelle found out about it she told her husband. Who turned around and told Randy. <br /><br />Randy turns it all around and says Cat can't hang out with any of us and it's all our fault (HELLO!! Idiot). She drops off the face of the earth and I don't hear from her. My old <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">roomie</span> Casey was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">around</span> during all of this and then went home. A few months ago he moves back up here. I was down in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Anch</span>. with him back in May and Cat wanted to meet up with him. She shows up and doesn't really say too much to me. What do you say? I didn't know what to say, how she was feeling, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">ect</span>. I didn't know if she hated me or was mad at me (even though she had no reason to be, but she just kind of disappeared, so who knows). We part ways and I don't hear from her again for a while.<br /><br />Cat's PCS time is here and she's moving to Montana. She got in her car and headed out on Tuesday. She had a box of Casey's stuff in her garage from last year. He didn't want her to just disappear with it, so he asked her to drop it off at my house, which I had said was fine. I am up in the shower and my cousin, who was still visiting, come up and tells me that Cat is at the door and she wants to wait for me to get out of the shower. I say that's fine and to invite her in.<br /><br />I dry off and go downstairs to find Cat sitting on my couch. It was weird at first and then things get back to normal. She said she was never mad at me or anything, but was going through some stuff.<br /><br />Turns out her husband came home and things just got bad. She was REALLY unhappy. At one point she had tried to overdose on medication. She said she was really depressed. Then she went out to the bar one night with Casey back in May/June and things turned around for her.... so she says. She met a woman. Yes, I typed that correct.... a woman. She is now in a relationship with this woman. The other girl is moving out to Montana as soon as Cat gets there and they are going to raise the 3 kids (other woman has a son and daughter) together. The other woman was a military wife. She had a husband that was AD AF (actually worked with Cat). He was supposedly <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">physically</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">emotionally</span> abusive, so the woman left him. Then started to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">shaggin</span>' with Cat. <br /><br />We had a few laughs and joked about Cat being the 'man' in the relationship and who wears the strap on (yeah, Cat wears it). It was good to see her, but I'm not sure how happy she really is. She still seemed sad and lost. I guess only time will tell, but I hope for her son's sake, she doesn't attempt to commit suicide again.Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-21431541207009671172009-09-29T22:31:00.003-08:002009-09-29T22:51:55.907-08:00You're My Hero...... Kind ofNothing says military neighborhood like a night in shining armor, coming to the rescue! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span> only kidding about the night in shining armour.<br /><br />I haven't driven my husband's car in months. Mistake. Ladies, when your husband deploys, start his car often. I'm going to say once a week, probably isn't enough. You should probably drive it at least once a week, and still get oil changes!!<br /><br />I hop in it and of course it doesn't start.<br /><br />Problem number two, I don't know how to jump start a car. I understand you need to hook the cables up to the battery, but that's it. I couldn't tell you what color goes on what end. I would probably blow myself and a car, or two, up. So, being the intelligent woman I am, I go ring my neighbor's bell. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Braun</span> (enter night in shining armour) says he'll be right out to help. He comes out and I go into my garage to look for cables (we have two sets). I can't find either set in the mess that has become my garage since I moved in a few months ago (trust me, it's bad in there). <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Braun</span> goes and knocks on Brian's door next door. He comes out to get his cables out of his truck. The first thing I say to him is 'Shut up.' He says 'Oh! The cables are for Kim? In that case, never mind!' and turns around. He was only kidding of course and let us use his cables. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">After</span> a few minutes <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Braun</span> gets the car to start up and tells me it will need to run for a bit.<br /><br />I let it run and then drive it up the street to the BX (it's like a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Walmart</span> for military members, only they have better stuff). I shut it off and try to start it again (I want to make sure that it will start up again of course). It doesn't start. I call <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Braun</span> to tell him I need yet another jump, that I'm stuck up at the BX with the kids. He says he'll be right down (thank you Kim S for donating your hubby!!).<br /><br />I get some stuff I needed to make soup and call <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Braun</span> up. He is at the store buying jumper cables. I tell him he's my hero and we get through check out. We get outside and try to figure out a way to get his truck in close enough to jump the car. As he pulls out his cables, I state the obvious.... some day he's going to need a jump and will pull out his cables. He is going to think of and thank the fact that his neighbor is really dumb and doesn't have (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">errr</span>, can't find) her jumper cables and gets stuck at the store.Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-3851749770765106002009-09-29T22:07:00.003-08:002009-09-29T22:31:29.919-08:00I'm Coming HomeIt's the phone call you LOVE to get. Very few phone calls involving a deployment/the military are good. None as good as this one. It's the phone call saying your loved one is coming home.<br /><br />The military made an error in our favor. No, that never happens. They messed up a flight schedule for the guys in TX that are going to Iraq. My husband should be home in around two weeks, instead of three. It's the military so nothing is for sure until it's actually happening, but it's something to hang on to.<br /><br />You always have a fight before they get home, then some huge fight when they are actually home. It's the stress of the upcoming homecoming and the stress of trying to adjust to married life again. Every one does it, and it's normal. But it still sucks!! This will be our third big homecoming (not counting his R&R from Korea). So we're kind of used to it and getting better at managing the stress of it all. But we're still human and we still fight. <br /><br />The fighting is all worth it though, to hold them in your arms again.Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-4687120552635879942009-09-29T21:34:00.005-08:002009-09-29T22:06:03.062-08:00The short story, Long Time No See<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 489px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387130904279879170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtwflHUI45xATQhUP6jbJqiIPKSDMywXEaRqc0wFu3AGX_YWBLuoF_6fg17WMURKe5GEPwoNIsFZiXOvSTawsPXpo7Zd8FF4q89T0kiTLPP7CiUMAcfsDMXZkODCkFKLqvRQApoLFm0opI/s320/DSC_0297F.jpg" /><br /><div><br /><br /><div>I've had a CRAZY week, as is almost always in the life of a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">military</span> wife.<br /></div><div>The short of it is that I ran into some people I haven't seen in a long time, a friend got bad news, and I saw a family member that I love.</div><div><br /> </div><div>My cousin Jean from WI came up for a visit. I haven't seen her since May, like the rest of my family. She has four boys and a hubby, but only she came up for a visit. It was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">sooooooooo</span> nice to see her and spend some 'girl' time with her. I also got to get out and visit parts of Alaska I haven't seen in a while.</div><div><br /> </div><div>We went down to Whittier (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">teeny</span> tiny village), up to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Hitcher's</span> (mountain pass), downtown Anchorage, cruised around base, and just had a good time. I feel bad for her though. 1) I was just plain CRANKY! I didn't know why, but turns out I was getting sick! So the first two day she was here I was cranky because I was coming down with something. Then the last three days she was here I was sick and just no fun. She left this am and I'm feeling 100% better tonight, go figure. 2) She was up here without her family and wasn't able to share the journey with her husband and kids. 3) Her mom just died 10 weeks ago (not sure if I wrote about it, but my Aunt Marcy died a few days after Ben got out of the ICU). Even more than that, her mom was here just a day before she died. An Alaskan cruise was her last trip and she loved it here. So when we were in Whittier, we dumped some of Aunt Marcy's ashes in a nice, gorgeous creek. We didn't know it at the time, but Aunt Marcy had been there, just 11 weeks prior. We found a great spot and I think Aunt Marcy will really like it there.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Kayla is finally potty trained. Nothings says you have a newly potty trained toddler than lugging around a potty seat with you where ever you go and stopping to have your toddler pee in a tiny potty chair on the side of a mountain.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmb5YQpMSxbXpykw5nk0LasdvsxZdpUonMs8dUFjEoYLA-fDHU5Mfr3Vr62mifNHrKlsfy2LUjLpr0lJCsXUcsD5brcIZ_W75-U_4tcXNLXSPk5Yxs3qgLZO1JICHiSN3QeDGyh-Ct5cjt/s1600-h/DSC_0351F.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387133361533627218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmb5YQpMSxbXpykw5nk0LasdvsxZdpUonMs8dUFjEoYLA-fDHU5Mfr3Vr62mifNHrKlsfy2LUjLpr0lJCsXUcsD5brcIZ_W75-U_4tcXNLXSPk5Yxs3qgLZO1JICHiSN3QeDGyh-Ct5cjt/s320/DSC_0351F.jpg" /></a></div></div>Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-36257755296322503762009-09-18T15:27:00.003-08:002009-09-18T16:23:16.637-08:00Motto: If we didn't do the procedure, you aren't our problemI will start by saying that I go to the gym about 5 days a week. It allows to me work out the frustrations that go along with being a military wife, but also the wife of a deployed military member. Things like sexual frustration (if you're not the cheating kind), frustration with your children and daughter who constantly says 'No' and 'I miss my daddy!!,' frustration with your husband for not calling or writing. Frustration for being thousands of miles away from family/friends this entire deployment and no one coming to visit you and not being able to afford the $2,000 to fly you and the kids home.<br /><br />I go to the gym at about the same time every morning. I got to know some of the other regulars over the summer. One 'set' is a couple in their 80's, Kurt and Betty, and their son Kurt (in his 60's I suppose). Kurt Sr. is retired AF and so is Kurt Jr. Kurt Jr. was an officer, not sure about Kurt Sr. Ms. Betty is the cutest old woman I have ever met. She lifts her weights and then walks around the play equipment that is in the center of the building (huge building, in the middle is a playground for kids, a track around it, table to one side, and exercise equipment on the other side). I mean she is just a go getter.<br /><br />All of that info. is important at some point, I promise.<br /><br />I have skin cancer. I had the spots removed over 2 weeks ago, at a dermatologist office base. I had five stitches in one arm and three in the other. I was told they would dissolve in two weeks and if not to go in and have them removed.<br /><br />Two weeks later, they were still in there. Rather than spending more money out of my pocket I called the base and asked if I could go in and have my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">PCM</span> (primary care manager, AKA doctor)take them out. They said that the surgery center has a walk in wound care clinic and they can remove my stitches, I don't need to wait on an apt with my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">PCM</span>. SWEET! <br /><br />I go straight to the hospital and up the elevator to the second floor. I step off the elevator and some place behind me I hear a tiny voice say 'HEY! What are you doing here?!?!' I turn around and there's Ms. Betty!! (aren't you glad I told you who she was?!) She is wearing hospital gowns, but no where near the regular clinic. I ask her what happened and she said that she had her gallbladder taken out the night before (Sunday). I sympathize with her for a minute and tell her I'm there to get my stitches out. She says she needs to talk to someone that works there, that's she's lost. She said they sent her to walk around for a bit and now can't find her room (she was no where near any patient rooms, so I had no idea where she came from). I say, 'well I'm going to the surgery center and I bet that's where you were, since you had surgery. Come with me and we'll get you back to your room.' <br /><br />We get to the desk and the guys asks how he can help us, I tell him to take care of Ms. Betty first. She explains she doesn't know where her room is and she needs to get back. He says 'do you know where you were? what center you were in?' Now, let me get this straight..... this little old lady says she's LOST and you ask her if you know where she is supposed to be. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Uhhhhh</span>, if she knew where she was supposed to be, don't you think she could have followed the signs back there!!! I'm just <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">sayin</span>'. Now I'm getting a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">litte</span> frustrated with this guy because you can see it is embarrassing her and she needs to rest too. She tells him she was in room 210 and the guy again asks what center. She says she doesn't know, again. At this point, I've had enough and step in. I tell her to go sit down, I'll deal with this Sgt. I say, 'She had SURGERY! we're at the *gasp* surgery center!! How many room 210's do you have?!?! Call back to the clinic behind you!' Does he do that? No. He starts to call all over the hospital and no one has a patient by that name (I would also like to point out, had he called the admissions desk, they could have told this idiot where she belonged). Now I'm really mad. I yell, 'CALL THE DESK BEHIND YOU!! Call the surgery center!' So he does (I could have taken this guy ;) ). A Lt. answers the phone, he asks if they have a pt. Betty X back there. The Lt. says yes, bring her back! (w/o the Sgt. telling the Lt. we had Ms. Betty)<br /><br />I turn around and say "Betty! How long have you been walking for?!?! They know you're missing!" <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span> She says it hasn't been that long. This is also the 80 yo woman who walks at least 2 miles every morning... so she was probably gone for a while. She was still embarrassed and even saying 'this is so embarrassing.' So to take her out of the 'I'm old and lost mentality' I told her, 'I'm going to tell Mr. Kurt that I caught you trying to escape! If I hadn't captured you, the jailbird, you were going to make a break for it!!' I get her to laugh and re-assure her it's not a big deal at all (and to be fair, that hospital is very poorly designed and I can never find the clinic I need.... tiny hallways that are hidden behind bathrooms and all kinds of weird crap).<br /><br />The guy takes her back to her room then comes to get me to remove my stitches. This is the same guy I'm not totally pleased with. We get to the exam room and I tell him what's going on. He says that since I didn't have them done there, a doctor needs to come in and take a look before he can remove them<br /><br />A <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Coln</span>. walks in. Here we go. He says hi, asks whats going on. I tell him I need my stitches out. he takes a look and says, these look like <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">dissolvable</span> stitches. Oh really?! I didn't know that, moron. Of course they are dissolve stitches, but have they dissolved?? <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">noooooooooooooooooooo</span>. It's been two week, they said to have them removed so here I am. <br /><br />"what did you need stitches for?" I got into a knife fight with a Russian mobster, what the hell does the reason matter for? Stop being nosey and take out my stitches. "I have skin cancer" I say. I go on to say that I think the one side is infected. "Why do you think that?" Because I thought it would be fun to say. HELLO!! "It's REALLY bothering me, still sore. Oh and PUSS COMES OUT when you barely brush it." He says "it's probably just skin." Oh really? Because even my 10 year old niece can tell the difference between SKIN and puss. <br /><br />He cuts out the stitches and goes "OH! You have a very nasty infection in there. There's a roaring monster in there." Really?? Say it isn't so, or that I hadn't just said that. He says I need to make a follow up in a couple days with the doc that did it.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">WHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTT</span>?!?!? I'm at the WOUND CLINIC! You are a WOUND DOCTOR!! I am a patient, with a wound. I have a CRAZY idea, how about you treat me!! Ah well, the military didn't do the procedure, so why should we waste our time fixing it?! Oh did I mention that the doc. normally doesn't remove stitches that the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">NCO's</span> do... and the NCO stood there, in the room, holding this little tool kit for the doctor (and by tool kit I mean a pair of tweezers).<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ahhhh</span>, the glorious life I live as a military wife.Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-81925337300235322042009-09-08T21:16:00.002-08:002009-09-08T21:28:54.620-08:00Mmmmmmmmmmm Doughnuts(Thanks Scott!)<br /><br />So, Airmen X was removing a part from a jet. This part is very heavy and can swing out. You are supposed to wear a special helmet when removing this part. (what does this have to do with doughnuts??) This airmen was 'busted' by a safety guy and got into trouble. They told him he had to go and see the commander.<br /><br />Scott, who is the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">NCOIC</span> had to take said airmen to see the commander (they went with another NCO also). They knock on the door and walk into the commander's office. Where he sits eating a jelly doughnut. He has them come in and stand there. The commander continues to indulge in this jelly doughnut, spilling crumbs and jelly into his lap. <br /><br />They tell the commander about the 'infraction' and the guy stops and says "wait a minute, they have helmets? When I was an Airmen, they didn't give us <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">safety</span> helmets to wear!" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">lol</span> Scott and the other NCO are looking at each other like 'wait a minute! You're supposed to be giving this guy some fantastic ass chewing!' <br /><br />The commander continue with his doughnut. Then his cell phone rings. He says 'Oh this is a very important phone call, I have to take it.' He starts to talk about fishing. Turns out, it was his brother calling to tell him about some fishing trip he was just on! The commander, while talking about fishing, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">continues</span> to finish his doughnut and spill crumbs on his dress blues shirt.<br /><br />Scott ended up leaving with the Airmen and doing the ass chewing on his own. I guess if you ever get into trouble, hope that you get a commander that's really into his doughnut.Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-50669408650689224822009-09-08T21:02:00.002-08:002009-09-08T21:16:36.299-08:00Don't Kick the PuppyWe were all sitting by the fire the other night and this story came around, I felt I had to share.<br /><br />(Thanks Ty)<br /><br />The Commander was giving a speech at a comm call about moral. He said, "How many of you guys own puppies?" 90% of the people raise their hand. He said "Don't go home and kick the puppy." Everyone looked around confused. He went on to explain. If the commander comes in and says, 'ya know, this place really sucks. You guys suck!' The officers go down the chain and tell the NCOs 'this place sucks, you guys suck.' <br /><br />The NCO's will go down and tell the airmen 'this place sucks, you guys suck.' <br /><br />The airmen get the brunt of it and go home in a pissed off mood. He yells at the wife. The wife, in turn, yells at little Johny. Little Johny turns around and kicks the puppy. So if you have a bad attitude at work, it's your fault the puppy gets kicked. Don't kick the puppy! <br /><br />He went on to ask who has cats? Some people raised their hands. He said "This place sucks!!"<br /><br />Ahhh, a commander with a sense of humor. :)<br /><br />Bottom line though, your attitude effects everyone around you. If you are down, it can cause other people to feel down. Chin up.Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-48630320066311658972009-09-01T08:19:00.003-08:002009-09-01T08:21:59.732-08:00So lets make the world spin!!Since I will be talking about what the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">doctor</span> says tomorrow, I thought I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">should</span> up date.<br /><br />When called back and offered cash (thanks mom!!), not <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Tricare</span>, I got in less than 48 hours later.<br /><br />So it is, 100% about the health insurance. Thanks Uncle Sam for taking care of your military families!! (that was sarcasm)Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-86559763086843914252009-08-31T08:29:00.003-08:002009-08-31T08:44:45.847-08:00Money makes the world go roundI have skin cancer. I need to see a specialist, that the military can't provide for me.<br /><br />I also have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tricare</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Tricare</span> is govt. run health care at it's finest. It's like medicaid in that it only pays doctors a fraction of what they ask for and takes forever to pay out.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Tricare</span> sends this authorization saying yes, we approve for you to go see this specialist. You get * many visits, you get to have * procedures done, and * lab work done. Anything over those limits, I could end up having to pay for (so Dear Doc, please only do what the govt. approved).<br /><br />I call this specialist in downtown Anchorage. They happen to be some of the best in the state and are right at the best hospital in town (where our son was born and in the ICU). I am asked what I need to come in for, I tell her. I am asked if I am a new patient and say yes. Then the big question, who is your insurance provider, I tell her. She THEN tells me they are only allowed to take on so many new <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Tricare</span> patients at a time (and I already know why because of an incident at a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">peds</span>. office which I will also get to). She says I can't come in until December!! I about have a heart attack!! If this is a severe cancer, I want it off of my body NOW!!! Yeah well, that's not an option....... I have govt. run health care and they can only AFFORD to take on so many of their patients at a time, I'll have to wait my turn. She said once I get in, they will take care of things right away (I wont have to wait months to remove the spots or anything). So it's all a matter of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">affordability</span> to them, and they can't afford to take me on right now. Three months could mean the difference between chemo and just having the spots removed. But the doctor can't afford to take me on at the moment.<br /><br />Although she briefly touched on the I have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Tricare</span> and they can't afford it, I know a lot behind it. A friend of mine worked at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">peds</span>. office I wanted to take my son to when he was first born (he ended up needing to be in Anchorage and not in the village we lived in, so that didn't matter). She said they don't take <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Tricare</span> usually because they never pay and when they do finally cough up the money, it isn't nearly enough. She was able to talk one of the doctors there into seeing me because I was her friend.<br /><br />So there you have it. When you have govt. run health insurance and doctors, you can't get in to see the specialist you need to or they refuse to see you all together!! I know this for a fact because I've lived through it.Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-54449978791103310232009-08-25T12:18:00.002-08:002009-08-25T12:24:03.880-08:00They don't want him to come homeBut that's not much of a shock. The doctor said to leave my case open pending the results <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">of my</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">biopsy</span>. My husband will be home in 6 weeks anyway. <br /><br />So good or bad, I'm doing it alone. I get to go in and have surgery by myself. I have to beg a neighbor to watch my children while I go in. And who knows how much help I'll need there after (since there is a spot on both arms). Then when the news comes down, I'll be alone. <br /><br />I hate the military right now and hate the govt. Govt. medicine at it's finest....... they decide whether I am going to be alone or not when I get this information.<br /><br /><br />What I haven't told any one is that I'm not going to go in. I'm not going to go in and have these spots removed. I can't. I CAN NOT do this one on my own. This has been such a trying summer, with so many things going wrong. I'm am done. I can't <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">emotionally</span> handle another blow right now. I need the support of SOMEONE and am thousands of miles away from any one that I love.<br /><br />Good, bad, or otherwise..... it's going to have to wait.Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-54497147150826224532009-08-25T08:00:00.003-08:002009-08-25T08:14:29.788-08:00You need to call the Red Cross"Why? It wont do any good." Is the first thought I had when talking to my husband's new 'leader' in the shop.<br /><br />It started last week when I noticed that a lump on one arm and a spot on the other had grown a bit in the last few months. I went to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">the</span> doctor yesterday morning and she confirmed what I had thought. That one looked like a basil carcinoma (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sp</span>?) and the other looked like a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">melanoma</span>.<br /><br />The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">BCC</span> you just punch out, sew the skin shut, and watch for any more. If you're <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">going</span> to have skin cancer, that's the best kind to have!! If there is such a thing as a 'good' kind of cancer.<br /><br />The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">melanoma</span>, not so much. I asked them to remove it yesterday and she wouldn't go near it. She said that it looked bad that they weren't sure how much skin around it would need to be remove also to get a clean border. So I have to go see a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">dermatologist</span> and have them biopsy it.<br /><br />I left the office <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ok</span>. I had prepared myself for what was to come, as you can see what it is by just looking at it. I tried to ready myself for the blow of having it confirmed that it is what you fear. I then tried to call my mom and tell her. I couldn't do it. I managed to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">squeak</span> out "I'll call you back." and hang up. I haven't had the best of luck in my life. I have had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">pre</span>-cancer tissue removed from my sinuses, I have tumor still in one of my sinuses, I've had my tonsils out, my appendix out, two emergency c-sections, I just found out that I have arthritis in my knees, and my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">asthma</span> is getting worse. I have the crappy genetics of this family. My FOUR brothers are all as healthy as can be. My mom has had lots of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">bouts</span> with different cancers and my dad, skin cancer. So how do you tell them that your baby girl has cancer? Don't I have enough going on in my life? <br /><br />I call James' shop to let them know. I told them I wasn't sure what kind of help I was looking for because I didn't know how bad, or not so bad things were. I needed to have the biopsy in order to get a grasp on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">totality</span> of the circumstance. Was it something they could just remove and I'd be fine?? Would I need chemo in a bottle (it's a lotion that you apply to the skin)? Would I need regular <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">chemotherapy</span>? How bad is this monster? I think it's early enough that it is something we just remove and I'll be fine. But I wont know until we get in there.<br /><br />His 'boss' told me to call the Red Cross and request James to come home. His tour is up in just 4 weeks anyway, but he needs to be home to support me and hold my hand when I have surgery. It's something that I don't want to go through alone.<br /><br />But the truth of the matter is, the Red Cross sucks. You have strangers behind a desk making a decision about who stays and who goes. These people don't know you, what you're going through, or you entire situation. They don't know anything about the military. They aren't medical professionals. They are random citizens that volunteer or get paid by the Red Cross to make these choices for other people.<br /><br />So what do I do when I get the phone call later today that the Red Cross '<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">doesn't</span> approve it' even though his shop here send him home?? I try to find someone nice enough to watch my kids for me while I go in and have these spots removed. Then, when I get the results I sit alone in my room, crying. I either just got awesome news and I'm grateful it's over for now or I just found out I'm going to need more treatment and sob by myself.<br /><br />Either way, no one should have to go through this alone. I'm over 4,000 miles away from my family and relying on strangers to help get me through things in life that your family should be there for.<br /><br />Oh, the glorious life of a military wife.Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-85536626644025024332009-08-16T14:35:00.005-08:002009-08-16T15:01:35.296-08:00Your neighbor is a crazy bitch!!Living on base has been, well...... an experience. I have never lived on a military base before. It has been wonderful!! I have the best neighbors in the world really, and couldn't have asked to live next to nicer people.<br /><br /><br /><br />A, D, J, and K are awesome! They are there if you need anything, willing to help out, and they understand. They have been through deployments and they get it. They know what you go through.<br /><br /><br /><br />When I first moved in my neighbors in D unit were, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ummmmmm</span> different. She talked a little smack about the other women (which i let go in one ear and out the other, I like to make my own judgements on people) and her DH said they were 'anti-social.' I live in a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cul</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">da</span>-sac and most of the people in my building and the next one over cookout on the weekends and have a fire in the middle of the court. Everyone brings a dish, hangs out, has a drink or two, and enjoys the very short summer we have.<br /><br /><br /><br />Well D unit neighbors were crazy. They never came out to hang out (that doesn't make them crazy) and didn't get along with anyone in the court. They called housing to 'report' everyone (except me, I was never reported because they 'liked' me).<br /><br /><br /><br />"so and so has too much stuff in their yard. So and so has too many cars. So and so makes too much noise."<br /><br /><br /><br />STUPID complaints. Well people in the next building (A & T in C unit ) have friends in housing. He would tell A&T when they (D unit) called to complain.. which he probably shouldn't do. One day after A&T were made aware of all the stupid complaints, T was outside working on his truck. People in a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">separate</span> building were <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">PCSing</span> and had a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Uhaul</span> in the court. Tony (guy from D Unit, my neighbor) went over and started to yell at the guy!! He was throwing his arms around and just having a temper tantrum. Then the wife of the guy comes out and Tony is yelling at both of them. T (from C Unit) is just laughing, watching this happen. Turns out Tony was pissed that the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Uhaul</span> was in the court. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">HELLOOOOO</span>!! We ALL PCS at some point. You know damn well what they're going through and that it's only going to last a week.<br /><br />Well, now it's D units turn to PCS. They want to park their semi in front of my house. Which I don't have a problem with. HOWEVER, he's been such a jerk to everyone.... do I pay it back?? A little justice in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">cul</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">da</span>-sac? Well, it never even made it to me.<br /><br />Tony asked the people next to me in B Unit to move their truck first (then were going to come ask me to move <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">DH's</span> car). They said 'No.' They knew that he'd thrown a fit about a stupid <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Uhaul</span>, and just said No.<br /><br />Well the wife of Tony, Maria, comes knocking on my door. Am (from B unit who told them no), HAPPENS to be in my house at the time. Am got the door then took off back to her house. I was like, 'what the hell' and went to the door. There stand Maria, SHAKING she is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">soooo</span> mad at Am. I about started to laugh right then and there. She goes on to say how Am is such a bitch for not moving their truck and blah blah blah. Now, Maria is being LOUD. I mean, LOUD. It was a nice day so people had their windows open. I was able to get her to move into the street where we stood. She was just going on and on about how Am and her DH are horrible, rotten people. I came to their defence. I said, 'actually Am is a VERY nice person. You're going to hell for having bad thoughts about a nice person.' At this point, I am trying my hardest not to smile and laugh. Then she decided to start in on all of our other neighbors. And she was talking some trash if I've ever heard it........ and waving her arms around and being all dramatic. I've dealt with crazy people because of working in law enforcement, so I just stood there trying not to laugh, listen to her go off. Then she got a bit out of line. I was like 'SHUT UP!! People are going to start coming out of their houses!!' She was being super loud, and windows are open.... and, I have friends there. I knew it was only a matter of time before women started to come out, thinking she was yelling at me, and come to my defense. Well, moments later I see women starting to come out. A (T's wife) comes out and asks if I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">ok</span>. I tell her to go back inside. Then Am comes back out and comes down to us.<br /><br />Oh man, I wish I had this part on film.... Am walks up to us and is all like 'Hi!' <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">LOL</span> Maria starts turning red and is shaking again she is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">sooooooo</span> mad!! This woman was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">soooo</span> strung on Am being the biggest bitch in the world, it was just funny to watch her reaction. Am was polite and calm. Eventually Maria goes away.<br /><br />They ended up parking the trailer in their driveway and Maria stood out there laughing like she had some how stuck it to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">neighborhood</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">lol</span>. I was outside with A when she was doing this, so we sat there laughing back at them and all A could get out was 'Your <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">neighbor</span> is a crazy bitch!'<br /><br />I don't mind living next to crazy people, it is usually pretty funny if nothing else.Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325320426714837787.post-50066565356149002032009-08-16T11:55:00.004-08:002009-08-16T15:02:30.027-08:00Everything is so bitter sweet<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiahvEMK2F3gwywo31xweMONgYbwARzbbmiDMkUxOK2CbtC1B18TScihOft8XaXxpw5IKIo1xrbwHu5HaYM-173Sifiuy2T8XGGsvgfdaLoXoAiD47OQEn8o-OU8D0x7ZcUNB-FaIBzf8Ws/s1600-h/PICT0154.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370693332162078962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiahvEMK2F3gwywo31xweMONgYbwARzbbmiDMkUxOK2CbtC1B18TScihOft8XaXxpw5IKIo1xrbwHu5HaYM-173Sifiuy2T8XGGsvgfdaLoXoAiD47OQEn8o-OU8D0x7ZcUNB-FaIBzf8Ws/s320/PICT0154.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My friend Ness' husband is home on R&R. What a wonderful opportunity to get a break from the stress of a deployment for him and his family. However, I've been through R&R during a one year deployment. Those few weeks that you get to see your loved one is the best thing in the world. That one last hug, that one last kiss....... that one last look into their eyes.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It's all drowned in a cloud of knowing. Knowing that in just a few short days it's all going to come to an end again and you'll go through a painful goodbye, once again. Everyday they are home, you dread the day that approaches, all too fast, when they have to leave again.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>J is due back from his deployment in just 8 weeks, about 60 days. I can do two months standing on my head, holding both kids. But I know the day he comes home will be bittersweet. You are so amazingly over the moon to see your loved one again, safe on our soil. What you also know, in the back of your mind, is that it wont be your last homecoming. That in the months to come, you'll be saying goodbye, again. I know that in November of next year, my DH could deploy yet again. I know without a doubt that if he is still in the military he will deploy again in the next two years. I know I'll having to say goodbye, yet again. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>What do you do when you know you'll have to go through a long, terrifying deployment again?? Take it one day at a time and enjoy every single day you have with them. You try not to take things for granted. We can be in the middle of a giant fight, even when he's deployed, and we still say 'I love you' every time we end a phone call or chat. I know it may be the last time I get to say it and if nothing else, he wont ever have a doubt in his mind how I feel about him.</div><br /><div></div>Even though it is bittersweet, I would give ANYTHING for my husband to have R&R (he doesn't get to come home on a 'break' and I haven't seen him since early March). It may be painful knowing that he has to leave again in a few short days, but those you have together are simply amazing.<br /><div></div>Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17117234506636198881noreply@blogger.com0