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Max
Aug 22nd
I forgot to mention, Max called Ginnie’s cell this morning during her third hour and she flat out told her teacher she was taking the call.
He’s fine, anxious to get out of there and managed to give her a lecture about behaving in school all in about 8 minutes.
And she didn’t get in trouble with the teacher, either. Let’s hope if he calls her again the timing is better. I’m sure they won’t be as understanding next time.
Friday's Update
Aug 3rd
So I’m at the library where the internet is incredible SLOW and I only get it for an hour.
Guess what I did? Crashed the U-haul into the covered parking and scrunched it up. The covered parking, not the U-haul. My insurance isn’t covering it, so now I get to find out if U-haul is going to. Probably not. Frak. Just one section though. Welcome to the neighborhood.
I am officially moved in, yes. I stopped back by the house – er, Buck’s place – to finish cleaning up my mess and to get the food I bought for me and Ginnie. And now I’m out. No key, but I know the garage code and he is clueless how to change it. Not that it matters, he can’t seem to close the back door completely so it starts flapping if there’s a breeze.
Max called yesterday morning – just in time. I got a chance to tell him what’s going on and he’s a bit upset. Our calls up til now haven’t really been long enough to go into more than “everyone’s fine” and talk of his being shipped back to Hawaii. And he’s going to try and send me some money when he can. We’ll see.
Speaking of money, thanks to you who have contributed to the Debbie Starting Over fund, which so far has put gas in my car. I’m hanging on every other penny.
So I don’t know how often I’ll do this library thing. I’ll try to keep up on LJ and email.
I’ll be at the Wingin It recording tomorrow and you can listen live!
And thank you for your support.
Oh yeah, went to the VA surgeon today and we’re putting off the removal until after D*C.
Weekend Update, Live with Regis and er, nope, just me.
Jul 9th
Friday: I really tried. I ventured into Second Life again to attend the launch party for the third 7th Son book. I got there about an hour before the party started, managed to get stuck in a corner of the auditorium and had to restart. The whole program is so frustrating to me. I don’t play those kinds of online games so I’m unfamiliar (and impatient) with how to move. I managed to find a place to stand around, but I couldn’t see the plane JC arrived in, I have no idea about the dump truck mentioned, and when every one transferred to the water tower to watch it blow up, I was frozen in the elevator shaft and had to reboot again. By the time I got back, the thing had apparently exploded, there was a group standing at the base and all they were saying was we’d crashed Second Life and everyone was giving up. Oh, and there was an enormous yellow dump truck blinking in and out. What a waste of time that whole night.
Saturday: Casey called to say he’d bought a truck (with no driver’s license?) and that I didn’t need to pick up Kira so I assumed that meant I wasn’t expected to babysit either. So I went up to the studio and sat in on the new Wingin’ It 3-D. We chatted food for a while afterward, watched Fight Club but I can’t talk about because the first rule of Fight Club is, don’t talk . . . whatever. That movie is so full of bullshit. Must be a guy thing. Anyway, we all went out to Sushi Brokers (oh wow! Mouse over the logo, it’s COOL!) where I had chicken fried rice, of course. I have tried some varieties of sushi and am completely happy with my chicken fried rice, thank you very much.
When I got home just before 10, there was Buck rocking Kira to sleep. Oops. I didn’t know we were babysitting after all.
Sunday: Spent a nice morning playing with Kira.
Max called, he’s fine. Wants me to send him certain pictures so I spent Kira’s naptime searching and not finding them.
Casey, Renee, Sara and Casey’s long time friends Ed and Mikey-O came over for a swim and so Buck could check out the A/C (or lack thereof) on their new vehicle. We had a nice afternoon in the pool and then Ginnie and Casey ran out for pizza. Then they all left and I finished a book I’d been reading.
Just another weekend.
Sad news
Jun 19th
Max just called. Ashley lost the baby.
Been there, done that and he’s as pragmatic about it as I’ve always been. Oh well, shit happens. But he’s where he is and she’s in . . . Alabama? And due to recent been there, done that experiences by people on my flist, I counseled him that not everyone IS as pragmatic about such things. So he’s going to go against his nature and be more understanding and supportive if that’s what SHE needs. I don’t know her well enough to guess how she’s coping.
So I’ll call her tonight. She’s still too afraid intimidated to call me. Me? I’m not that mean. I may be blunt and less emotional than the average bear but I’m not evil! And I can be supportive if you need it.
Damn. I’d been having all these cousin a year apart visit Grammi and do cool stuff visions of the future.
Shit.
Oh well, it apparently wasn’t meant to be this time.
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Jun 10th
I used Buck’s truck yesterday to ferry some things up to the studio for Kris. I felt some sort of desperation to get there all morning. First, the gas station I stopped at had a power failure just as I started to pump gas, so I had to wait for them to reboot and refund everyone else in front of me and I was late meeting Kris. A closed highway interchange made me even later. Poor Kris, she’s so patient.
So we loaded up the stuff (I broke a couple of fingernails) and I went around the corner to try the gas thing again. She went to grab machinegirl and I had to pull over on the highway to retuck some blowing plastic before I caused a massive pile-up and then forced myself to drive the actual speed limit (*gasp*) all the way up to the studio.
I can’t tell you how happy I am to spend the day with my friends.
I can’t tell you how hot Michael A. Stackpole is in person. Absolutely yummy. But I totally acted normal and didn’t attack. He’s an oozer. But, I will continue to act like a normal person around him so as not to make him think I’m a crazy person.
Anyway, nice long day amongst friends.
This morning we went to the restaurant where Ginnie’s working. I’m sure she’s right – all the people are nice – but that place sucks. The food is awful, and slow. She’s supposed to get half the stuff off the buffet (I laugh, the buffet is the smallest portable food serving cart I’ve ever seen) and yet the cooks couldn’t seem to keep it filled. The “hash browns” showed up as we were leaving, the sausage was pink in the middle and the biscuits at the next table were still frozen in the middle. Poor kid, at least she’s gaining experience at this place. And $33 in tips today, woot.
Then we went to check out the new Bass Pro Shops Outdoor World. This place is a monster and it was packed! We’re not into fishing or hunting or most of that outdoor stuff but y’all have to go once. Every third display rack has some sort of stuffed dead animal on it. Get up close and personal to a skunk or squirrel, turkey or chipmunk. Huge areas set aside for larger dead animals. A taxidermist dreamscape. There’s even a gun room upstairs with half a rhinoceros. The front half. Waterfalls, enormous fish tanks and the little creek running through the middle of the store is actually stocked. The shooting range isn’t open yet, but we looked at handguns. There was this one guy practically wetting his pants trying to get his wife to decide which one she wanted. Too much testosterone in one building.
Headed home and I napped for a bit. Now comes the long evening being civil until the week can begin again.
Oh, and Max called this morning. Everything is fine at his end, Ashley finally visits the doctor this upcoming week but they’re guessing a Christmasish due date.
He did it again
Jun 9th
The boy calls me at 4:45am and freaks me out, asking ME what his blood type is.
HIM: I can’t remember if I’m O pos or O neg, can you?
ME: Its on your dog tags.
HIM: Yeah, but I didn’t wear them today.
(Huh? Dude you’re in a frakking war zone and you’re not supposed to take them off … as I fumble around looking for the copy of his dog tags that I have in my jewelry box … as I suddenly realize what he’s asking for …)
ME: (fearfully) Why? Are you all right?
HIM: Sure, they just came over the intercom ordering all O positives to report to give blood.
ME: You’re O neg.
HIM: Great. Okay, love ya.
ME: Love ya too, watch your back.
And now I’m wide awake and thinking if I were in a war zone I’d get my blood type tattooed in the appropriate place just for safety’s sake.
And I wish he’d get the whole time zone thing figured out.
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May 16th
Stupid spam title of the day.
As of this morning, Buck had decided to forgo the offer from the Big O guy and keep the status quo with the expectation that by September things will be looking up.
As of lunchtime (when we stopped by said Big O to inform the guy) Buck has decided to accept the offer because of the guaranteed income.
And they say women are flighty.
Max called this morning. He’s peachy but the connection was so lousy we gave up pretty quickly.
I happened to drive past our old house this morning and wow! Over the last year she’s gutted and re-did the kitchen and family room, completely re-surfaced the pool and had some minor landscaping done in the front. Put up a block fence, um new roof, etc. NOW, she’s building a garage on the end which means old carport will become part of the house, maybe an even bigger family room? I’d be surprised if the whole thing doesn’t fall down. Apparently she’s hiring crap contractors.
I’ve been listening to George Hrab’s podcast because my friends love him, but I’ve decided I find him a bit too abrasive and annoying. The skits? Grandma and the idiot that makes no sense are just annoying and the religious moron of the week thing – while I’m atheist and tend to agree with some of his points – is really just too intolerant for me. Someone let me know if he tones it down a bit and maybe I’ll give it another chance.
Monday Moanings
Apr 30th
The boy needs to read. Got in an argument on the phone last night with Casey. He called to ask Gollum’s name before he turned into Gollum. Sméagol. Then he wanted to know what Gollum was. A river Hobbit. Which is where we commenced to arguing. He’s not a Hobbit, Mom. Like I don’t know shit. In the movie he looks human and his friend . . . to which I replied, IN THE BOOK he and his COUSIN were river Hobbits. Oh, yeah! I read the books – quite a long time ago so I might even be wrong, but I’m righter that he is, so there!
Max called at like, 2:30 am to wish me Happy Birthday. Sweetie, thanks! But a nicer sentiment would have been NOT to call me in the middle of the night.
Buck went out this morning and his windshield has this foot-long crack across the driver’s side. Have no idea what started that one, as there is no chip or anything. Unfortunately our glass deductible is $250 so he’s screwed. But after 30 minutes holding on the phone and then hearing that, I went ahead and scheduled the chip repairs on mine. Hopefully they can repair all 5 chips on my windshield because lord knows what a Land Rover HEATED windshield will cost to replace. I hate the heated part (rainbows when driving into the sun) but aren’t we obligated to replace it like it was from the factory?
Had a singing message from my cousin Gerard. He’s so sweet.
I’ve had this stiff neck headache thing periodically for months. Since we were rear-ended way back when. I bitch, I take an Ibuprofen, I get over it. Then yesterday I had this flash memory of my Mother hanging from this white contraption over a door when I was a kid. I had to have been under 6, because we moved from that house then. Then I remembered being in traction after a minor fender thing years ago in VA. I remember having to go to the clinic at the Pentagon during work so I could be in traction (interrupted by phone – #2 son) for x-amount of time every day. Maybe I need traction?
Max just called to apologize about the (interrupted by phone – #1 son) middle of the night call and to tell me Ashley will be calling me . . . and there was machine gun fire in the background. Gee, I love his phone calls. He says they’re just shooting off and not to worry. Swell.
Geesh, Grand Central this morning. Just spoke to Ashley. She’s fine, just a bit of morning sickness. She quit Cracker Barrel and is now working at . . . crud, a restaurant called something 29. Great desserts there, anyway. And medical benefits which will come in handy pretty soon.
Wow, I’m watching this vidcast and there’s actually a real place called Bubba Gump Shrimp Co? Cool!
Bits
Apr 23rd
This goes to show what an idiot son I have. He calls me from frakking IRAQ to settle a bet over who recorded Shout first, Sting or some other guy I can’t remember, but wasn’t it Tears for Fears?
Shout
Shout
Let it all out
These are the things I can do without
So whatever, I dunno. Is there some database online you can check on these things? Where a song comes from and who has recorded it when?
Then Mom called this morning, wanting to know if he got his package. I dunno, I forgot to ask. And she tells me – after I vented my frustrations about Venus’ inability to keep a decent home – that I need to politely sit her down and blah blah blah. This comes from a woman who will have an automatic snarky and sarcastic comeback for St. Peter at the gates. Yeah right lady. My tendencies to sound like you are why I’m so frakking nice to the girl in the first place. I know from my own experience that when someone is bitching at me I shut down and don’t listen. I said I’m trying to find a nice way . . .
So tonight. Buck has no money and won’t go to play pool unless he’s got betting cash. I have cash. If I give him cash to go play pool, is that entrapment? I figure he does play pool, he just leaves there with or meets up with his on-the-side chickie. He didn’t go out Saturday night. I plan on getting there a bit later and watching from the shadows to see where he goes and then taking pictures – or something. How sad is that? I just need unquestionable truth when I confront him again.
Isn't scuttlebutt a navy term?
Apr 12th
Max called last night. Point 1 was that the Chaplain’s wife had been calling the guy’s wives (back in HI) and telling them they were being extended and the wives in turn were getting a bit panicky. Did I know anything? Because yeah, I’m in constant contact with the PTBs of the Army. Anyway, last time he was told anything, their bunch were being shipped back to HI mid-July. So I’ve spent the better part of the morning trying to find factoids for him and all I can find is this. (pdf press release if you don’t wanna click) Extended 45 days.
Point 2 was his finance wrecked their car – that actually he was paying for. She’s okay . . . apparently not hurt bad enough to need medical care – which might have answered the is she or isn’t she question from his last call.
