What a DAY!! I finally heard from my hunny *yay!!* after a blackout. Those suck by the way. We don’t like them Mr Big Army, so stop it. they are done for good reason, if an injury, or worse occurs, communications are shut down until everyone is notified. This is to stop rumor and panic here at home, should someone say something to their wife, and she tells two friends, and she tells two friends…you know the drill. Only one problem. It hits the news that X amount of soldiers were injured in X part of X country. We all know where our husbands are, so those of us that hear that…jump out of our skin every time the phone rings or someone knocks at the door!! Seriously, either alert those FRG’s that are NOT involved, so they can tell the wives at least if we hear anything it wasn’t our unit. Or let these guys have 10 minutes to say hey baby, I’m ok. And don’t give me that don’t watch the news crap. I happen to like knowing what is happening in other places than my house. Anyhow…onward.
After talking to hunny, I got dressed, got my hair done, my makeup on, and came downstairs to that smell. That unmistakable smell of dog having wither crapped or puked in her kennel. Puke it is!! Yay! So send the dog out for a few while I clean that up. But not before she gets paw prints on my carpet…oh, and of course shakes. This leaves little splatter dots on my door, wall, end table. So that gets taken care of, and it’s time to bathe the dog. She pouted the entire time. And who just has to walk in to the bathroom? None other than the cat. He walked right in and stared at poor Daisy. I think he was laughing at her. In fact I’m sure I heard him. So we get her dried off, and settled down, and I take a short break. Hunny gets back online and we discuss our oldest daughter’s school issues, the Harley, personal stuff. And Fount St Daisy strikes again. This time….carpet. Did a quick cleanup and put her in the basement where she couldn’t hurt anything except dirty laundry.
After talking to hubby *pauses while a chopper shakes my house…ok* I have to wait for Lyssa to get home, and head to the post office. Prepare for bitch #2. I go to the post office, and there is a line. I for one, don’t complain about waiting in line. I choose to use that post office, knowing there will be a wait. Choice people, that’s what makes this country great. So the guy in front of me (civilian
) looks at me and says “Geez it’s not even Christmas yet”. At which point I smiled and said, every day is Christmas when you have 3000 soldiers deployed and needing care packages
. I’m sure he didn’t mean it badly…really. but the others are another story. Again, thousands of deployed troops here, and you know you’re going to wait in line. So, why stand there in line for one stamp? we can get stamps at the px, shopette, and even the handy little stamp machine at the px. If you choose to use the base post office, you choose to wait in line. There are 3 other post offices in town, and from what I hear their lines are minimal. Go there! If you don’t want to, thats fine…then don’t bitch because you stand in line at ours. heck they even bitch about friendly customer service!! I’m sorry, but aren’t these the same ones that would bitch if they were waited on by anti friendly robots? Yes at times the one guy gets carried away, but at least he’s nice. want to avoid him? THREE other post offices!!
Brenna got home from school while I was at the post office. I had left a note to call my cell when she got there, and to get her sister from the neightbor’s at 5pm. this was around 4:30. I was at the PX at this point getting a steam cleaner, and green machine, and a few odds and ends. Side note: little green machine…awesome!! And this leads to Bitch #3!! I have a large box balanced on my cart and heading for the door. this cashier at the px is always very curious, asks alot of questions, etc etc. And she talks alot. That’s ok, as I’ve said I like friendly service. But do not grab my arm as I’m pushing my cart towards the door to say something to me, causing my carefully balanced box to prove true the theories of inertia. Yes, it’s true an object in motion tends to remain in motion until an opposing force impedes it. In this case…the floor
. I get it picked back up, and in the cart and managed to get to the truck without further scientific exploration.
I got the kids Burger King, and headed home. I’ve assembled my steam cleaners, I have stuff to put away, and kids to get in bed. And my back is screaming for a hot shower. I still have to deal with Brenna’s school. that’s a bitch for a whole other day…now where’s my cowboy Calgon?
