and it isn't really over yet. I have a feeling we'll be dealing with this for a long time.
We're in the Army again, LT Dan worked his magic and fixed it all and I got my prescription. But. We're out of the Army in May. Or medically retired temporarily anyway. His medical board things have all gone through and now I have dates, with the exception of the movers that he hasn't called yet. Add to that there is a last minute medical thing we found out about yesterday that will cause a huge amount of problem later. Peachy.
This means LT Dan will be coming home to me very soon. I have to figure out how to live with him full-time after years of living with him part-time. Things like share the remote, no, repossess the remote is probably going to be the right term, how to get him to put the toilet seat down so my hoo-hoo doesn't take any unexpected dips...So many things and really those are just the little ones. I'm a little worried about all this. I might need help. Having been pretty independent souls for all this time, this is a big adjustment for both of us.
Of course, LT Dan isn't thinking so. When I say anything he just says, "oh, it will be fine" Ummm I hope so but I think it will take some work and compromise and adjustment.
Meanwhile I'm trying to find a job, nobody wants to hire me of course, I've been out of the work place the entire time Dan has been in the service. Its frustrating and daunting and sometimes just makes me want to cry. I kick myself for not staying in the workforce and of course that isn't really helping.
Next month I'll get to see my husband. The Widget and I will need to go to the Cave for the last time to clear post, get new id's and fill out myriad papers. For my part, I'm a bit sad, I see my husbands goals and aspirations officially going out the window and no matter what he says, that has to hurt. He's strong, he'll recover and reset, I'm female, I still see the "has to hurt" part.
On the other hand, I really won't miss the 8 hour drive. I really won't miss the Cave. I really won't miss my husband because I'll have him home and we get to start the next chapter actually together in the same place at the same time.
On and forward...
Friday, April 17, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Oh Nevermind
Apparently I can't refill my prescription because my husband isn't in the Army any more. He's at work, in uniform....ummmm yeah. Is this the beginning of a nightmare?
my.head.explode.
my.head.explode.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Good karma and other things
You know, I don't usually write about things that happened but today was just a strange day. I went to run errands. Go to the pharmacy and get my prescription, the post office to mail job applications and taxes.
Going to the pharmacy isn't all that convenient, it's on a corner where two pretty heavily traveled highways intersect. It involves lots of u-turns to get in and out of there in some reasonably safe way. So I go in and ask for my prescription which I had called to get refilled ahead. Lady goes away for a few minutes and then comes back to ask me for my id card. Lady goes away again, long time. I'm like ok, what. She comes back after five minutes and tells me I can't pick up my prescription because my insurance system is down. YAY I leave, on the way to the car, the sky opens up and down the rain comes. LOL
Then while I'm making u-turns to go back toward the post office, I see this suv with one of those Calvin of Calvin and Hobbes peeing on something stickers. You know the ones I'm talking about, usually on trucks, Calvin peeing on a Ford if the truck is a Chevy kind of thing. This one was Calvin peeing on:
Jose ______ (some last name)
Deadbeat Dad Since
1992
That's just harsh. Now I know about dead beat Dads. Nonetheless, I would never have put that on my car. Imagine how that must make the child feel!
Ok, so off I go up the road to the post office. I go in, do my thing, come back out, its still raining. There is a woman by my car doing something. I get closer and realize she's trying to figure out how to get her child in her car. Some asshat has parked like less than a foot from the side the child's car seat is on. I can't even figure out how the asshat has gotten out of the vehicle! Child is screaming, it's raining on him, I would scream too I bet. She's just upset, the little boy is not that little, probably 18 months or so, not that easy to wrangle into a car seat on the other side of the car, plus he's screaming. I just told her I would back out, block traffic and then she could back out far enough to get the little boy out of the stroller, into the seat and get the stroller put away. I said I would stay in the way until she was back in her car.
So I did that, blocked traffic in the parking lot and got out to watch the baby while she backed up til I told her to stop at the point she could open that car door, then I hopped back in my car while she got organized. Meanwhile pick up truck man is behind me and very annoyed at the whole thing. He's waving his arms and getting all red faced. I'm ignoring him completely. LA LA LA He's up high, he can SEE what is going on, it's RAINING. Please, just give the girl a BREAK, ok? I didn't yell at him, though the thought crossed my mind, I just decided to keep with the good karma I had going.
That led me to thinking about how we forget things. We forget labor, we forget sleeplessness, we forget not being able to take a shower that is more than five minutes and a long soaking bath? Not in your dreams. We forget how hard it is to just do a simple thing, like go to the post office, when you are alone and have a child. Yeah, pack up the stuff (for included with the title mother is also the title "pack mule"), load it, load the child into the car seat with the all buckles and stuff, make sure you have the stroller. Get to the post office, get the stroller set up, unbuckle all the buckles and stuff, get the kid in the stroller, rebuckle all those buckles. Go in to the post office. Now come out and do it all again. That's just ONE kid. Again, I don't know how you guys do it. I salute you and I'm proud of you and I hope no asshat ever parks so close to you that you have to depend on the kindness of strangers to get back into your car. *sigh*
While I was writing this the pharmacy called, system back up. Guess what, "patient not covered" Ummm what? Husband is still in the Army, we're still married, nothing has changed. God. YAY I get to play with Tri Care tomorrow. Ugh.
Going to the pharmacy isn't all that convenient, it's on a corner where two pretty heavily traveled highways intersect. It involves lots of u-turns to get in and out of there in some reasonably safe way. So I go in and ask for my prescription which I had called to get refilled ahead. Lady goes away for a few minutes and then comes back to ask me for my id card. Lady goes away again, long time. I'm like ok, what. She comes back after five minutes and tells me I can't pick up my prescription because my insurance system is down. YAY I leave, on the way to the car, the sky opens up and down the rain comes. LOL
Then while I'm making u-turns to go back toward the post office, I see this suv with one of those Calvin of Calvin and Hobbes peeing on something stickers. You know the ones I'm talking about, usually on trucks, Calvin peeing on a Ford if the truck is a Chevy kind of thing. This one was Calvin peeing on:
Jose ______ (some last name)
Deadbeat Dad Since
1992
That's just harsh. Now I know about dead beat Dads. Nonetheless, I would never have put that on my car. Imagine how that must make the child feel!
Ok, so off I go up the road to the post office. I go in, do my thing, come back out, its still raining. There is a woman by my car doing something. I get closer and realize she's trying to figure out how to get her child in her car. Some asshat has parked like less than a foot from the side the child's car seat is on. I can't even figure out how the asshat has gotten out of the vehicle! Child is screaming, it's raining on him, I would scream too I bet. She's just upset, the little boy is not that little, probably 18 months or so, not that easy to wrangle into a car seat on the other side of the car, plus he's screaming. I just told her I would back out, block traffic and then she could back out far enough to get the little boy out of the stroller, into the seat and get the stroller put away. I said I would stay in the way until she was back in her car.
So I did that, blocked traffic in the parking lot and got out to watch the baby while she backed up til I told her to stop at the point she could open that car door, then I hopped back in my car while she got organized. Meanwhile pick up truck man is behind me and very annoyed at the whole thing. He's waving his arms and getting all red faced. I'm ignoring him completely. LA LA LA He's up high, he can SEE what is going on, it's RAINING. Please, just give the girl a BREAK, ok? I didn't yell at him, though the thought crossed my mind, I just decided to keep with the good karma I had going.
That led me to thinking about how we forget things. We forget labor, we forget sleeplessness, we forget not being able to take a shower that is more than five minutes and a long soaking bath? Not in your dreams. We forget how hard it is to just do a simple thing, like go to the post office, when you are alone and have a child. Yeah, pack up the stuff (for included with the title mother is also the title "pack mule"), load it, load the child into the car seat with the all buckles and stuff, make sure you have the stroller. Get to the post office, get the stroller set up, unbuckle all the buckles and stuff, get the kid in the stroller, rebuckle all those buckles. Go in to the post office. Now come out and do it all again. That's just ONE kid. Again, I don't know how you guys do it. I salute you and I'm proud of you and I hope no asshat ever parks so close to you that you have to depend on the kindness of strangers to get back into your car. *sigh*
While I was writing this the pharmacy called, system back up. Guess what, "patient not covered" Ummm what? Husband is still in the Army, we're still married, nothing has changed. God. YAY I get to play with Tri Care tomorrow. Ugh.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Civic Duty-DONE & afterword
So going home the day of the final verdict was the same as going home the day before. Police, unmarked cars. That "please God, let me just get home" feeling. I was so glad to be finished I can't tell you. I got home and of course Lisa already knew, she gets to read and watch the news. Then I started reading the links document Lisa made for me. I was so grateful that the jury came to the verdict we did. There were witnesses that REALLY would have cinched it but we weren't allowed to hear at the last minute, there were more people dead and the murderer was paid by the defendant to do the killing. No wonder people were scared. No wonder we had so many guards.
The justice system in this case worked, though I had many doubts during the process about specifically what we were NOT being allowed to see. There were obvious holes in the evidence that once I was able to read what happened in the courtroom when we weren't present were filled. The jurors all knew we were missing things, we had to go on the evidence we had. If we had seen what we missed, known what we were not allowed to know, I have a feeling this sentence would have been death. Hard to say, but I'm reasonably sure the vote would have swung the other way.
Reading the comments on the verdict articles, of course many people that comment like that are nut-balls anyway but its annoying that people can say things when they are totally ignorant of the process. The jury was called a bunch of cowards who wouldn't issue the death penalty, the judge a liberal who wouldn't overturn the jury's verdict and obey the law. Sheesh. Get a clue people. There is law, it is hard and fast and that is what we all go by. The judge CAN'T overturn the jury's verdict. Period. The law is the law, don't like it, change it, but don't call people who spent 11 days of their lives agonizing over this case cowards until you sit in that chair yourself.
I made Lisa take me to a Mexican food place because I wanted a margarita and while I was on the phone with LT Dan she ordered me the biggest one they had. I drank it ALL. Yep, I was sorta smashed, came home and went straight to sleep at eight. LOL
Of course now that I COULD talk about it, husband did not want me to talk about it. I think he didn't understand I needed to get it out of my system. I can't say his saying things like "you don't need to think about that any more" were really helpful. At some point we are going to have to talk about that. Lisa listened, now you have listened. I feel better, thank you.
There is much I can't say, I really don't want to come up on someone's search and I really do want to stay as anonymous as possible. You can ask me and I will answer, and that, by the way is legal, I just won't answer here in public. In the end, two kids went to buy some pot and ended up dead. That just scares the sh*t out of me, the very idea. The lack of conscience. It's stunning really.
The justice system in this case worked, though I had many doubts during the process about specifically what we were NOT being allowed to see. There were obvious holes in the evidence that once I was able to read what happened in the courtroom when we weren't present were filled. The jurors all knew we were missing things, we had to go on the evidence we had. If we had seen what we missed, known what we were not allowed to know, I have a feeling this sentence would have been death. Hard to say, but I'm reasonably sure the vote would have swung the other way.
Reading the comments on the verdict articles, of course many people that comment like that are nut-balls anyway but its annoying that people can say things when they are totally ignorant of the process. The jury was called a bunch of cowards who wouldn't issue the death penalty, the judge a liberal who wouldn't overturn the jury's verdict and obey the law. Sheesh. Get a clue people. There is law, it is hard and fast and that is what we all go by. The judge CAN'T overturn the jury's verdict. Period. The law is the law, don't like it, change it, but don't call people who spent 11 days of their lives agonizing over this case cowards until you sit in that chair yourself.
I made Lisa take me to a Mexican food place because I wanted a margarita and while I was on the phone with LT Dan she ordered me the biggest one they had. I drank it ALL. Yep, I was sorta smashed, came home and went straight to sleep at eight. LOL
Of course now that I COULD talk about it, husband did not want me to talk about it. I think he didn't understand I needed to get it out of my system. I can't say his saying things like "you don't need to think about that any more" were really helpful. At some point we are going to have to talk about that. Lisa listened, now you have listened. I feel better, thank you.
There is much I can't say, I really don't want to come up on someone's search and I really do want to stay as anonymous as possible. You can ask me and I will answer, and that, by the way is legal, I just won't answer here in public. In the end, two kids went to buy some pot and ended up dead. That just scares the sh*t out of me, the very idea. The lack of conscience. It's stunning really.
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