Posts tagged max

I rescheduled my pelvic ultrasound that was supposed to be today. Can’t do it. Got the monthly thing full-blast yesterday and the inner probe things would just be grody at this point. The technician didn’t seem to care one way or the other but ewwww.

Max called again. His orders have changed, again. Now he’s being sent back to CA (Ft. Irwin) for desert training, then home on leave again, and then deployed to Iraq August 7th. I’m not going to freak out yet as his orders seem to be a fluid thing as evidenced thus far. Mom just informed me that my cousin’s son is stationed at Ft. Irwin . . . so I’ll pass his name along to Max in case he runs into him. Not likely, but you never know.

Buck brought up the Vegas move again. I thought he’d decided to pass on that, given it was a low base pay plus commission. I hate commission. It’s not fair to work for commission when you’re not the person involved in getting the work, just the one doing it. You have a lousy salesman, you’re screwed.

Let’s see, anything else? *mumbling* Got my Serenity window decal in the mail and my car washed so I’d better get out there and stick it on . . . We’ve been in this house one year and it suddenly occurred to me I should be doing some of that out-of-the-way dusting one should keep up with . . . Our old friend, the guy who bought this house, our landlord is still sending mail to our old address. I should call his secretary . . . my neighbor/friend graduated college last weekend . . . I need to schedule my mammogram . . . maybe I should cook dinner tonight?

Max update

Apr 8th

He left yesterday. Called at 2:03 AM to let me know he’d gotten there safe.

There being Hawaii.

Its just not fair! My first duty station was supposed to be Omaha. I’m sure Omaha is really nice, but no thanx. I quickly volunteered for special assignment at the Pentagon when the opportunity came up. Damn well would have gone to Hawaii had I ever been given the opportunity.

Maybe he’ll invite (and pay for) us to come over for a visit. Doubt it though. Max ain’t my generous and giving child.

Did I mention he’s getting $12k just for signing up? And he reports the going rate for a new recruits’ signing bonus NOW is around $30k. So if you know anyone floundering, send them to a recruiter. Its not like everyone get sent to war. Pick an MOS that isn’t actually need there and its a pretty good (and noble) ride.

Max pictures

Mar 25th

He slid me a CD with pictures that were taken the week of his 20th birthday, March 14th.
Pictures

I'm a little perturbed

Dec 29th

I finally said something to Max about the way he’s acting. He was raised better than this. In a nutshell, he’s got one girl in Glendale who was his g/f before he left and waited for him to get back. She still thinks she’s his g/f. And he’s got Candice, who happens to have a car (I won’t let him use mine anymore – a whole nuther issue) so he’s been spending time with her. And he’s baby babying both on the phone constantly.

So I forcefully reiterated my stance on how one treats one’s girlfriend. But I didn’t disown him, I didn’t kick him out, and I didn’t tell on him. I just made sure he knew how I felt.

Cuz I’m still his Mom dammit.

Mom called today. BilltheBigot is home but needs to see his Doc in a week (2 weeks, month, and maybe in-between), she needs to give him shots twice a day and constant monitoring, so they’re not coming out for a while. Gee Darn.

Seriously, not to be mean but this man should have died years ago. Every other day something else goes wrong with his health. She keeps making these elaborate plans to travel – and he’s really too frail. He’s got permanent disabilities with his hip and one leg being shorter, he’s had cancer a couple of times, he can barely breathe or move and she just sticks him in a wheelchair and off they go. Slot machines aren’t too strenuous, but the trip getting there is.

Meatloaf’s in the oven. I make a pretty good meatloaf, but I hate getting that nasty mix under my nails. Guh.

Christmas Eve

Dec 24th

I just don’t get it. Max has, over the years, both loved and hated Candice. She’s been his first and only real girlfriend, the rest being a constant shuffle of Heathers, and Stephanies, and Amandas. They were together for almost two years when he was in HS. They broke up, she slutted out, lived with some older married guy, pierced stuff, smoked stuff, you know . . . all that rebelling against your LDS background . . . stuff. But she pops up in our lives periodically. Max always says don’t tell her my phone number, or where I’m working now or whatever but she always finds him. And he always caves.

Actually, I’ve always liked Candice. I don’t like a lot of the crap she’s put him through but from a distance I can see it’s a growing up thing. She’s always been sweet and respectful to me, and apologetic/remorseful/embarrassed about the choices she’s made that she knows upset me. Better than I can say for how she treats her own mother.

Anyway, she got his address from a mutual friend and has been writing him, they’ve been on the phone and he went to pick her up at the Greyhound station last night. They were here alone for a while (she can’t look me in the eye yet) while I took Ginnie last-minute shopping. Then gone all night together, too.

We’re cleaning house today. Buck’s cleaning the carpets, I’m “doing” the kitchen and Ginnie’s in charge of the bathroom. Sometime today I have to pick up Casey and Sky, then come back here and be at the airport at 5:15 this evening to pick up Mom and Bill-the-bigot. Soon as Max brings my car back. And stop at Jamie’s to pick up the baked stuff she made specially for me. Good thing it’s our family tradition to have pizza on Eve nights cuz I don’t have time to do anything else.

Happy Christmahannakwanzaaka to everyone.

And in case I don’t see ya, good afternoon, good evening and good night. (name the movie)

holiday, max

The Monday before the Thursday

Sep 19th

Max spent the night last night to “hang out with the family.” I took him over to his old friend Delaina’s this afternoon. He hasn’t seen her in over a year but she heard he was leaving and pitched a fit until he agreed to go over. Whatever. I posted an email this morning, to Buck’s sister and my Aunt – both of whom have everyone’s email and can send along my message – about him leaving Thursday.

Ft. Jackson, South Carolina – Until November 17th – then 63 Bravo somewhere for light vehicle mechanic training. The buddy program with Shane.

He’ll do great. We were talking this morning and I really think he’ll thrive. Shane? I dunno. Shane’s quick tempered and kinda scrawny. Shane might just crumple. Who knows.

*sigh*

favorite, max

Another humpday

Aug 10th

#2 son Max came over for dinner last night. With papers from the Army. He needs to finish the AIMS test (it’s an Arizona thing – not only do you have to graduate/GED, you have to take an AIMS test besides) and get his court stuff settled, and off he goes. Sometime in mid-September. And I don’t know how I feel about it.

On the one hand, I’ve always told the kids that if they’ve no ambition or grades for college, they should seriously think about the military. It’s a huge help in growing up. They train you and give you a job AND they feed, clothe, and put a roof over your head at the same time. Plus you get paid. It’s a nice little boost into the real world to learn to take care of yourself without just being dumped out there.

On the other hand, there’s a friggin’ war going on right now. I know there’s always a chance in the military that you’ll see some sort of combat, but right now it’s actually happening on a large scale. When I was in it was different (plus being female helped). Remember the hostages, Ayatollah Khomeini, and Reagan? Back then the US was fully behind any military action. Now it’s damned if you do, and damned if you don’t.

I’ll be proud my son is in the military serving his country. I wish it wasn’t the Army (buncha grunts) but his options are limited. I’m just afraid something will happen to him.

I’m not taking sides in the current debate between two of my LJ friends. I think they’re both right in some ways and both wrong in others, but in this current antagonistic mood nothing I say will help and will only bite me in the ass later. I just wish the “Fine, I’ll hate you fo-evah, GOODBYE!” crap would stop. What, people can’t say what they feel without the other stomping off like a child? I thought that shit stopped after Jr. High.

I'm sooo proud

Jun 19th

My son has been tasered. Oh Joy! Let me write this in his baby book.

I’m venting here because I have to be the supportive Mom in R/L. Couple of fucking idiots I raised!

The entire saga

casey, favorite, max

car accident

Mar 10th

Posted by spellwight in People are stupid