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Another step in my independence!
Nov 15th
Max is on his way over to take me to get my first tattoo!
I’m so excited. Seriously!
He’s been talking about it but the boy tends to say a lot of stuff and never get around to it. Oh, there will be pictures. He’s even bringing someone to babysit Kira so we don’t have to be distracted.
And my baby girl is 17 today.
I feel like a long-dormant flower that is slowly opening, petal by petal. Happy tears. How corny and maudlin is that?
Things I did not know about my son.
Nov 6th
He’s deathly allergic to mushrooms. I don’t like mushrooms so it’s not like he had them a lot growing up. Whodathunkit. They want him to carry an Epi pen, but if he does and he’s caught without it he can get written up so he won’t.
He was injured in Iraq. Someone lobbed a mortar over the wall in his area and it hit the retaining wall around where they dumped the old ordinance and all hell broke loose and he took shrapnel in his shoulder and has a long slice mark down the inside of his left arm. Got a Purple Heart even. Huh. He didn’t tell me because he didn’t want me to freak out. He’s got a point.
He drinks Flat Tire and the occasional Arrogant Bastard.
He hates this picture I use for his icon, so he left his portable drive here so I could find another. I think I’ll skip over the naked butt pictures. They apparently had a lot of spare time over there.
Dad got here safe and is off looking for a motel room. Day two of babysitting Kira went well. We’re getting into a groove.
Day One
Nov 5th
Long day of babysitting for real.
They dropped her off and unexpectedly I had to take Casey to work. Good thing Max’s flight was really late or I’d have been late to pick him up. As it was Kira was tired of being good about 10 minutes before he finally came out. We came home and it was another hour before she finally warmed up to him. Usual day, he’s out with a friend, she’s gone home at 5:45 and I’m fixing me some dinner.
Boy am I tired.
Oh yeah, Buck came over mid-day and hung for a while, until I handed him the papers and told him I needed him to fill out and sign the first two in front of a notary, then give them back. He snapped “I’m not signing anything without reading it” and left.
Since when? Go ahead you big baby. Read all you want, just sign the damned acceptance sheet and give it back. Fucktard.
Quick Bitch Post
Nov 4th
Another long phone conversation today. Here I thought I’d wait to serve Buck the divorce petition until after he found me tires and that came back to bite me in the ass. The court sent him some sort of notice and a paper on paternity testing. I didn’t say anything about paternity, that was never in question. Thanks Superior Court for making a bad situation even more intolerable.
He doesn’t hear what I’m saying when I try to talk to him. And I don’t need to put up with this bullshit anymore.
Same shit, different day.
Oh sqeeings! Got a certain envelope in the mail yesterday. Thanks for thinking of me snowcalla and please be advised there’s a package in the mail, or rather via UPS on its way to you. We must have been thinking about each other extra hard early last week. Love ya.
Start babysitting Kira every day starting tomorrow. Even getting paid real money!
Pick Max up at the airport tomorrow.
Dad gets here Tuesday night.
Company cleaned my place today. Rearranged the living room and now I’m thinking about moving this desk over by the window. Its too dark in here if I do decide to do a video podcast.
For now, I’m beat and going to bed.
Over the Humpday
Oct 31st
Is Halloween over yet? I had four kids come to the door. Hardly worth getting dressed for.
I did file my divorce papers today. And now I have to serve Buck his copies and get him to sign a form, or pay a fee to get a deputy to serve him. We’ll see what happens.
My friend Jamie gave me catalog today for this company. If I had a million ducats, I’d shop for all my clothes here. Yes, the majority of the decorator stuff is tacky, but the clothes are cool and some of the jewelry is really nice. Can I dress like a pagan without having to become one?
I’m wearing my horns.
I just finished off a Strongbow.
Max called tonight to wish me Happy Halloween and talk about his girlfriend, Kiley or Haley or Helloea or whatever he said her name was. WTF? Who the hell is Kiley? What happened to Ashley, the one he was going to marry a few months ago? Oh they broke up. News to me. We really need to discuss that one further – before she comes here to join him on his vacation.
Dad called tonight, too. He’ll be here Tuesday night! Mr. Self-Sufficient is renting a car – so I don’t have to pick him up at the airport – and he’s getting a room – because he needs his privacy even on vacation. Okay DAD! He wants to see Max, and Casey and Kira and be here for Ginnie’s birthday on the 15th and leave the next day. My father has never spent more that 3-4 days here before. He’s a firm believer in the fish and company stink after three days rule. This should be fun. Maybe I should plan an early Thanksgiving dinner?
Took off the horns.
He's in the US
Oct 4th
He called me a few minutes ago from Maine.
His next stop is in Washington.
Then Hawaii.
This is not what he told me before. Its amazing to me that with as much misinformation these guys get, they can function at all. The military has not changed a bit since my term.
Hot Damn!
Sep 28th
Max called this morning (while we were in the McDonald’s line of course) to tell me they officially leave Iraq tomorrow morning. He goes from there to Kuwait, then Ireland, then Atlanta, then to Hawaii. He’s supposed to be landing in Hawaii October 4th, 11:30 am.
If everyone could just send “be safe” energy for a couple more days I’d appreciate it.
I know, I know, my fear is absolutely stupid. I’ve watched too many movies and such. But I won’t be able to breathe right until I know he’s on the ground in the US.
Ahoy! Max called!
Sep 19th
Shiver me timbers, the orrrnerrry cuss be fine, and a bottle of rum! And when I complain’d it had been six weeks since we’d hearrrd frrrom yon him he did nay believe me, and a bottle of rum! Like I’m not keepin’ trrrack! Countin’ down th’ days til he leaves therrre, and a bottle of rum! I told him t’ shout morrre often and then we got cut off so he shout’d bac kie and said, “Therrre! I’m shoutin’ morrre often, and a bottle of rum!” Smarrrtass, and a bottle of rum!
Thanks to the Pirate Translator for that, and a bottle of rum!
Minor deposits of thought
Sep 16th
Am I crazy or is there a direct correlation between the amount of Mountain Dew someone drinks and the rottenness of their teeth? Just sayin’.
I just got finished watching Quigley Down Under, again. I love this movie but I never seem to think of it when asked about my favorite movies. Its just there.
Even after dissing George Hrab’s podcast months ago, I still listen every time.
I wish my son would call me. I seems so long since I heard his voice. He hasn’t called anyone in a couple of weeks. It just about killed me to walk through Atlanta’s airport with all those people in uniform. I was so tired and everywhere I looked there were groups in BDUs. I just wanted to hug every one of them but some teary woman grabbing soldiers at the airport might have freaked them out, not to mention those people I was traveling with. Boy was I teary. Kind of like now. Shit.
Wingin’ It was just okay yesterday. And now they’re taking a couple of weeks off. WTF am I going to do with my weekends now?
Oh yeah, the visit to the surgeon Friday! We decided that because what was left over after the last infection is so small, we’ll just wait until the next time it gunks up and then remove the rest. Whatever. At least its on their computer that I have an open as-needed appointment so I don’t have to jump through so many hoops next time.
I need to have a conversation with girlchild to remind her how lucky she is and that she better not give me shit when I ask for a little cash for gas. She’s the only one of her girlfriends that is even allowed to drive much less have as much freedom with a car. If she wants the right to snark she needs to pay for it. I’ve been too nice again. She made some snide comment about me not being about to pay for her dentist appointment and how that’s a parent’s responsibility. Well, technically it is . . . but since her father isn’t paying any child support (yet) maybe she should BITCH AT HIM instead.
Max called
Aug 27th
A little more than an hour ago and now I can’t get back to sleep. Poor kid. I think he’s more emotional about this break-up than I am. And he can’t wait to come home on leave in October. They’re shipping back to Hawaii in Mid-Oct and he expects to get a 30-day after that. So he’ll be here by Halloween and then he’ll spend some time in Alabama with Ashley.
He also told me things are tougher where he’s at in Northern Iraq. Now I haven’t been following the news. I’ve been doing the whole head-in-the-sand thing. You know how in the movies the kid who gets hurt is always the one close to going home? Yeah. The closer he gets to leaving there, the more afraid I get.
But sitting on the edge of my seat when shit happens, wondering whether he’s okay all the time when there’s nothing I can do either way sounds like such a horrible waste. Blithely going on with my day-to-day assuming he’s fine sounds horrible too but its a hell of a lot easier. I can’t sit in front of CNN. I can’t let it eat at me. He’s fine.
