Dear ...

-FYI, this post uses graphic language. Please skip it if swear words offend you.-

Dear Local Consumers,
       When people post a price with their item on the local buy/sell/trade site, it's because they want that price. (Or close to it). Offering someone $100 on a $500 item because 'you want it but only have $100' is offensive. When people say they're willing to take offers, they mean something close to what they're asking. No one gives a shit if you want it but can't afford it. That's life.

Seriously Pissed Off,
Local Seller

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Dear School Nurse,
       I understand that you are a registered nurse, however you are not a doctor. My son was diagnosed by a licensed neuropsychologist. That means she trumps your opinion.  I understand YOU don't think he has it, but she does. She's the one with the training to recognize it. Get the fuck over it.

Sincerely, 
Momma Bear

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Dear Local Crafter,
       Slapping a coat of flat black paint and a white star on something doesn't make it 'primitive'. Nor does it make the item worth hundreds of dollars. Slap yourself with your paintbrush and wake up. Yes, you. The one who last week bought a table for $10, then threw a coat of paint on it, called it primitive and are now charging $150.

Get A Clue,
Local Consumer

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Dear Other Women,
        Quit fucking judging me because I have 30 extra pounds, most of it around my waist. Quit fucking judging me because I wear my hair in a ponytail at all times. .... because I don't wear makeup.  .... because I don't dress up. Guess what, I'm hot to my husband and that's ALL I give a shit about. Maybe if you quit judging others, you'd be happy too.

Don't Care About Fashion,
Me

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Dear Hemi,
        I love your furry grey behind, but if you don't stop scratching the crap outta this rental house, you're going to get your fingers chopped at the knuckles. Oh, and seriously, the litter pan is 5 inches to the right. Take better aim.

Your Loving Fur Mom,
me

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Dear Bitch,
         Yes, you're a bitch. One day he'll wise up and leave your ass. 'Til then, enjoy the high life. It'll end soon enough. I'll enjoy the show.

Can't Wait 'Til Then,
Mutual Friend

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Dear Daughter of Mine,
          I love you to death, but your tweenage/teenage years are going to put me in a early grave. Enough with the attitude, lying, and backtalk. Please, be the loving girl I know you can be.

Love through it all, 
Mom

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Dear Blog Readers,
          I hope you've enjoyed this. I try not to swear to often on my blog, but I do from time to time. I cannot always warn you when a post will contain swearing, but I will try my hardest. Thank you for being an audience, even if it's only you Grandma. 

Sincerely,
(Wild) Rice

Dear Fill-in-the-blank

FYI, this post uses graphic language. Please skip it if swear words offend you.


My friend Andrea at My Chihuahua Bites has a (now regular) feature on her blog. She's entitled it Dear Douchebag. I think it's hysterical. She writes different people and vents about the way they act, etc. Great way to vent. So, I'm going to be participating myself.


Dear Clerk at the bodyshop,

I understand that I am a woman. However, I am perfectly capable of informing you of the specifics of our truck. -= I =- was the one who was in the accident in it, not my husband. Please quit deferring all your questions to my husband.

Sincerely,
The pissed off chick with the Dodge Ram 2500

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Dear Mother Nature,

I get it. PMS sucks, but please, please make your mind up. I'm sick of one day it being 14F with 5 inches of snow on the ground and two days later it being 53F. Make your damned mind up.

Sincerely,

The one who wants snow

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Dear Husband,

My birthday is in a week. Don't ignore it like you did last year. Yes, even though our son's is the day after, I still deserve a birthday cake of my own.

Feeling slightly stabby,

Your wife

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Dear Ex-husband,

You have no clue. You've ignored your daughters since you walked out in 2005. It's now 2012. 4 visits in 7 years is pathetic. Pay your child support like you're supposed to and the IRS would stop taking your refund. Yes, the IRS. Quit blaming me for it. There are tons of other things I'd love to say to you, but I'll refrain. The girls are figuring out on their own that you're a twat waffle, I don't have to say one word about you.

So glad you're gone,

Me

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Dear blog readers,

Please, leave a comment. I know you're reading. I've had 500 hits in 2 months, and ZERO comments. It's why I've mostly stopped blogging.

Not feeling the love,

(Wild) Rice

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Dear Callie (our cat),

3 AM is not an appropriate time to launch yourself from the headboard onto my head and meow incessantly. You WILL be thrown, repeatedly.

Needs sleep,

Me



A vent: Hate

Ok, let me start first by saying this: I wasnt sure I was I was going to write this blog post. I've been stewing over it for the last 24 hours. However, I think it's better off posted than not. So, here's your warning. This post deals with hatred. It's a very controversial subject matter and you may not want to continue reading.


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I hate the word 'retard'. Hate it. Despise it. I hate it when it's used to define the dislike of something; "This car is so retarded looking." I hate it when people use it to describe others; "What? Are you a retard or something?" Mostly, I hate it when it's directed at those who have either mental or physical disabilities. Having a child who had to wear a DOC band, and now has been diagnosed with NF, I've gotten my share of having him called this word. Mostly because people figure out he cant talk, or that he's not potty trained. The worst was while he was in the DOC band though. (Applebee's story I'd rather not care to reiterate right now).

However, yesterday, some ignorant person used it on the FB page of a company I used to be a consumer of. Yes, used to be. This person used it to describe the stylists who picked out her showroom. (Little backstory, it's a shoe-of-the-month club. "Stylists" pick out a few different items, you pick from their selections.) Well, the backlash this lady received from other customers was greater than anything I could have imagined. However, the response from an employee of the company was horrid. Normally, if there is hatred being spewed, the employees inform the offending party/parties that their behavior wont be tolerated, and that the post will be deleted. This time? No such thing happened. The employee merely looked over the hatred being spewed and asked the customer to call them so they could help her. *blink* I was in shock. How could an employee condone the use of this word??

In an effort to give the employee the benefit of the doubt, I waited. For 30 mins. Then I called their customer service line and asked why the offensive post hadnt been removed. I was assured that it would be immediately, and the customer would be informed that her behavior would not be tolerated. This did not happen. The customer took it upon herself to send me a personal message (via FB) letting me know that" I was a 'retard', and "The Company" was in full agreement. Otherwise, why didnt they delete her post?" So, I called back and cancelled my account with all haste. I posted that I cancelled, and my reasons why, on their FB page. The offending employee called me and said that they 'merely forgot' about the post, and that they 'didnt realize it was going to be that offensive." *blink*

I dont not understand how a company that refuses to allow two women call eat other fat could have an employee so out of the loop that they dont know that the word 'retard' is offensive. Because of this, I refuse to do any more business with this company.

I am taking a stand. The word 'retard' should never be used in the manner in which people are using it. How can I make the world better for my son, if I were to keep on utilizing a company that condones the usage of this word? I cant. My son is not a retard. He's a wonderful, smiling, healthy little boy, who happens to have a disease that's robbed him of speech. I'd say he's a hero. My hero.

Neutrality

I know I havent been around much. I will have plenty of makeup posts. Trust me. Right now? I need to vent.


I'm sick of people claiming neutrality, and then taking a side. You cant say in one breath that you arent taking sides, then in another pick one by using a weak excuse to justify it. That's not neutrality. Neutrality is picking ALL sides or NONE.

Trepedation

I cant believe that it's December 14th already. Tommorrow we head to Boston Children's Hospital to visit the NF clinic in the Genetics Department. Ya'll I am apprehensive and excited all at the same time. I dont know what to expect from this doctors visit. I'm scared that after all this lead up, I'll be let down. That we'll walk out of there without answers. All the doctors we've seen thus far have either been A) off their rocker or B) didnt know a thing about neurofibromatosis. Granted, we still dont know 100% for sure that is what Alvin has, but all signs point in the direction. Hopefully, we'll have more definitive answers tommorrow. At least I hope anyway. I'm sick of the roller coaster of not having definitive answers. I'm sick of the "We think...". These people are specialists in NF, surely they will know what the hell is going on. I'll be posting tomorrow all about the visit, once we get home, on Alvin's blog. I'll link up here so that you can click over from here. Those of you who are friends on FB should get real time updates. Please keep us in your thoughts tomorrow.

Soccer Game Two

Just as an FYI, this post is going to start with a rant/vent. If you'd rather skip that, go ahead and just pop down to the second paragraph.

Today Em played against a different team from the same town as yesterday. Only today, the opposing coach spent the entire time yelling things like "Kick them. They have shinguards for a reason." or "Elbows are hard for a reason." etc. Basically telling/ecouraging his team to use violence against Em's team. One of that team's players did a slide tackle on one of our players that hurt our teammate so bad he was out for the rest of the game. Em was kicked in the knee hard enough that she wanted to go to the hospital. Her entire one ankle is black/blue and swollen and she's hating soccer now. Ya'll, I -HATE- crap like that. It's one thing to win, but to win by brutalizing the other team? These are 8 and 9 year olds. They dont need to be taught to hurt the opposing team in order to win. All I wanted to do was go over to that coach and tell him exactly what I thought of him and his 'strategy'. I really dont know if I'll be able to contain myself if we have to play them again.

Anyway, today was Em's second game for the season. It was a mess. They lost 8-0. It would be putting it midly to say that the kids were disappointed. Especially after yesterday's victory. I've added some pictures from today.

What is it about...

... the internet that makes adults think they can say whatever they want? Yes, I get that anonymity is wonderful. But seriously, degrading and harrassing someone doesnt make you cool or likeable. It just reinforces people's ideal that you are, in fact, an complete asshole.

Boom! CRASH! Lightning flash....

and now I have no water. I think the thunderstorms yesterday fried our well pump. We (the kids and I) saw a strike of lightning hit a tree across the street, then we lost power. Shortly thereafter, I started losing water pressure. I just figured I needed to change the house filter again and didnt give it a second thought. Then, at 10pm, the girls tried to get a drink of water and nada. We didnt have water. So, I get to wait til tomorrow morning and call the well drilling people to come have a look at the well, and get to make a call into our homeowner's insurance to see if this sort of thing is covered.

I've come to realize...

Stole this from Andrea @ My Chihiuahua Bites. It's a MeMe, and I figured it might give people slightly more insight into my mind.

I've come to realize that my body is a disaster area. I used to be so proud of it, but now I'm overweight and have the dreaded mommy pooch.

I've come to realize that my job is never ending. No, I dont have a -real- job, but I am the SAHM mom of 3 children.

I've come to realize that when I'm driving I zone out. It's like a little bit of zen. I just tune everything out but the radio and drive.

I've come to realize that I need a housekeeper. I just cant keep up with the housework by myself. I try to keep it tidy, but I fail miserably. 3 kids, 2 dogs, 3 cats alone is too much.

I've come to realize that I hate it when things dont go as planned. I have these ideas in my head and when they dont go how I plan it, I get all frustrated. Plans, vacations, leave, housework, landscaping, anything. If it doesnt go how I envisioned, I get upset.

I've come to realize that if I'm drunk that it probably only took 1 beer. I dont drink often at all.

I've come to realize that money is a commodity that I never have. We did this geobach to save money (which we are doing) but Eric losing sub/sea/pro pay is really hurting our financial outlook.

I've come to realize that certain people are better left in the gutter where they belong. They seem to thrive on drama and discontent. I will never understand the need to make people feel like crap or the need to have drama. Please, get over yourself. We all know you're just a drama llama. (I know you read this blog too, and yes, I'm talking to you.)

I've come to realize that I'll always remember my grandfather. I miss him terribly even to this day. I miss our walks. I miss his songs. I just miss him. I sometimes wonder if things in my life would be better had he lived longer. I wish he could have been there to see me graduate. I wish he could have been there to see my children come into this world. I wish that he could have been there to see me marry Eric. I know Grandpa would be proud of me today. I just wish I could see him.

I've come to realize that my sibling(s) is a drug addict who is never going to get better. He's been through several different rehabs and is still addicted. I know that I'm probably going to bury him before I bury my parents and that thought scares me.

I've come to realize that my mom is the same as my brother. She is a drug addict who is never going to get better. She lives her life working various jobs just long enough to get unemployment saved up. Then leaves and drinks all her money away. After her last delusion, I wrote her out of my life.

I've come to realize that my cell phone is my lifeline. I panic when I misplace it. I am nothing without my phone. It's how I talk to people. It's my calendar, my schedule. It's my life for the most part.

I've come to realize that when I woke up this morning I was alone. That I will be alone for a long time to come. Yes, Eric comes to visit just about every month, but 98% of the time, I am alone. I hate it. Especially because there is no end in sight for this geobach.

I've come to realize that last night before I went to sleep I didnt get everything done I wanted to do and because of that, I wouldnt sleep well.

I've come to realize that right now I am thinking that I hate this geobach. I hate the Navy for keeping us in limbo for going on 8 months. I hate the economy for keeping a buyer from purchasing my house. I hate Ohio. I miss Connecticut. I miss my friends.

I've come to realize that my dad did the best he could with what he had. I hated him for the longest time because all his time was spent on Russell. I understand now why.

I've come to realize that when I get on Facebook I spend the first 5 minutes trying to get it to update my newsfeed correctly. I hate it when they change crap on there.

I've come to realize that today will hopefully be better than yesterday. Yesterday was an overall bad day. I spent most all day yelling at Emali.

I've come to realize that tonight will be spent alone again. Yes, I have my children, but a woman can only listen to so much kidspeak before she goes insane.

I've come to realize that tomorrow might be a good day. The sun is supposed to shine! Tomorrow I want to paint the master bedroom and I need warmth to do it!

I've come to realize that I really want to win the lottery. But, I havent played it, so it's hard to win if you dont play. I just want to win enough to pay the bank off for this house so I can live with my husband again. Is that too much to ask???

I've come to realize that the person most likely to repost this is unknown to me. I really have no idea who will repost this.

I've come to realize that life is a journey. I love my life with my husband. I love that we got to pick up and move to Connecticut. That we might get to move to Texas, or Florida, or California or anywhere else because of his job.

I've come to realize that this weekend will be busy. I have TONS of projects planned. I just hope the kids cooperate and let me work on them!

I've come to realize that the best music to listen to when I'm upset are things like Metallica, Disturbed, Lady Gaga, etc. Anything that is either upbeat enough to get me dancing, or po'd enough to allow me to vent my feelings.

I've come to realize that my friends are wonderful! Whether you are a real life friend, a Facebook friend, a blog friend, or a Darkwind friend, you are awesome. You guys keep me going when I get down and I think that's great. Keep it up!

I've come to realize that this year isnt going to be the best year of my life. I'm ok with that though. I have many more years ahead of me.

I've come to realize that my husband isnt a robot. He just needs to be online and 600 miles away to express emotion. I still love him death though. He's funny, he's slightly offbeat, and he's all mine.

I've come to realize that maybe I should take better care of myself. I drink a lot of Pepsi. I eat out A LOT. I excersize (hello! P90x!) about 3 or 4 days a week, but I need to be healthier. I'm 30, not 20. My kids need me.

I've come to realize that I love plants. I love landscape design. I love getting dirty. I love digging the hole, planting the flower, spreading the mulch. I just absolutely LOVE IT. I am actually considering going back and getting a degree in horticulture.

I've come to realize that I dont understand why Eric's family is the way they are. I dont understand how my MIL could never take a chance to get to know me. I dont understand how things with Sammi went so horridly wrong. I dont understand WHY some of them have chosen one brother/son over another. I dont understand how a family that was so close can be so far apart now.

I've come to realize that my past is my past. It made me stronger. It made me who I am today.

I've come to realize that parties arent a party of my life. Never will be. I dont like most people enough to have them and I dont drink so I dont go to most ones where it's a 'kegger'.

I've come to realize that MY life is just that: mine.

Thanks

Just a quick "Thank You" to all of you who have come forth, both here and on Facebook, to express both your anger/frustration and support of me in the whole 'ban' from the forum. I just hope that the forum doesnt actually head in the direction so many of us believe that it is. Good luck ladies. I know that several of you are planning on leaving it and well...this girls supports that decision.

Port Orchard, Washington

So.....whoever you are. You want to actually comment? You've visited my blog, via direct link, no less than 8 times in the last 2 days. I have a feeling I know who you are, and it's kind of creepy. If I'm correct, you don't like me. So, why are you visiting my blog repeatedly? If it's not who I think it is, leave me a comment. Kind of curious as to what is so cool that you feel the need to visit several times a day, without a comment.

Adults and Kindergarten

So, yesterday, I was suspended from a submarine wives forum that I belog to. Why? Because I responded to a comment about me being snarky, and posted about the general snarky nature of the forms recently. We have a memeber on there who posted an inflammatory video stating that anyone who wasnt a Christian should rot in hell, as well as several inflammatory statements that anyone who wasnt a Christian was wrong, etc. Basically, one hell of a personal attack on anyone who wasnt Christian. Then, we have another member, who used the forum to make up lies about another member to attempt to get her into trouble with CFS and to get her DH kicked out of the Navy.



Apparently, that behavior is acceptable to the site owner. Puzzling isnt it? There have been several people, including a site admin, post that they didnt read snark into any of the posts that got me banned. The site owner doesnt care. I really feel that she is just trying to save face after overreacting. The funniest part? She posted on the same thread about how if someone reads snark into a post, perhaps they should log off, and re read it later. Too bad she wont listen to her own advice.



Sad part is, I saw this coming. The site owner has done nothing lately but read snark into anything I post. Doesnt matter what it is, she reads something else into it. Doesnt matter whether no one else does, she does. The whole board used to be a community for wives/fiances/girlfriends to ask questions and feel like their world wasnt entirely screwed up. Now? It's turning into another cesspool of drama and snark. It has been for months. Members get nasty with each other. Most posts are dripping with sarcasm and snark. We've had people blatantly attack each other. Nothing was done. NOTHING! No repirmand. No gentle reminder to be civil. Nothing.



So, then we have yesterday. I wish I could access the site long enough to post what was actually said, but it doesnt matter. I posted something that was severly misread, and then was blatantly attacked for it. I clarified my response, and then posted a "to the admins" vent about how I was sick and tired of all the drama on the board and nothing being done. Tired of being personally villified anytime I posted something. Sick of the overall "You're wrong and I'm right" attitude that was going on. The site owner took it as a personal attack, even though NO ONE ELSE did. Several people have posted, via my Facebook and in the forum itself, that they didnt read into it what she did. But, it looks like the site owner is pulling the "I own it" card to justify her behavior.



So sad. So very sad that adults end up acting like Kindergarteners. "No, you cant play with us anymore because I dont like your dress!"

The Anti Valentine

Ok, since I seem to keep getting harassed royally about it, I need to vent. Eric didnt get me squat for Valentine's Day. Yes, you read that right. However, I DONT CARE! We dont celebrate Valentine's Day. Why? Because no one is going to tell us when we should show our love. If he buys me flowers, I want it to be because he WANTS to, not because some stupid holiday dictates that he needs to. There is no sincerity in Valentine's Day. It's just a holiday for businesses to jack the prices of everything and feel justified. Sorry, if this offends those of you that do celebrate. I just refuse to have a 'holiday' tell me when I should show love to my husband.

Even harder decisions

Back in 2008, I wrote about post about some hard decisions I was having to make. Now, it's 2010, and I find myself in this position yet again. Only, instead of it being a friend, it's a relative. That makes it doubley as hard. However, I will persevere as I always do.

This decision has not come lightly. It has been several years in the making. I have been disappointed more times than I care to relive, all because of this single person. No longer. I am taking a stand as a momma and as a human.

So, to my relative:

"I am finished with you. I meant what I said in that email. I have lived for the last several years without you, and I will continue to do so. You have not even tried to be the person you should be. Several times you have done this to me. No more. You will not hurt me any longer. You will never hurt my children again. Your life is yours. My life is mine. Stay out of my life, I will remain out of yours.

I have three wonderful children you will never get to know because that is the path you have chosen. You think what you want. Live your life and I will live mine. Do not attempt to contact us in any form. You are no longer welcome in our lives. All you do is drag us down with your empty words.

Have a wonderful life. I hope it's everything you want it to be."

So, internets, my thought for today. Do what you say, say what you mean. In the end, it doesnt matter what the action/words are. Stand up for what you really need and really want. Lies and deceit will not get you anywhere.

Busy, busy, busy.

So yeah, been busy. Crazy busy. Insane busy. Been trying to move stuff down to the new house so that the only things left to move at the end of the month are the big things. Ie, dressers, beds, washer, dryer, etc. everything else, save maybe a week's worth of stuff, I want to try to have moved by the 20th. That way, I can have that weekend to put it all away. Then take a week to rest, and move all the big stuff the last Fri/Sat of the month. I am so excited to actually live in a house that I dont have to worry about drafts, mold, lead paint, etc.

Anyway, I am almost halfway through the week from hell. I have to go to New Haven tomorrow for Alvin's GI appointment. Thursday is Dentist at 10 and visiting nurse at 12:30. Then going out for Alvin's 1 year Bday with J and K. Friday is Alvin's 1 year appointment at the NACC at 9am, and then his sweat test down at Yale(New Haven again) at 12:30. Then, its on to more moving all weekend long. *sigh* I am so busy that I am forgetting to eat. I am feeding the kids, so no worries there. But I cant seem to take the time to feed myself. Bleah. Oh well, maybe I will lose some weight.

Anywho, wish me luck, patience, and understanding. This week just absolutely sucks.

Feels good...

to get it off my shoulders.

Yes, yes, it does. I finally swallowed my pride and gathered the courage to call my sister-in-law. She didnt answer, but she did call back! We talked for a couple of hours about everything that had gone on, everything that was planned to go on. Well, about everything really. I feel so much better now that we talked. So, Karen, if you read this. "I love you! Thanks for taking a couple of hours out of your time to talk to me."

Now, onto something that is bugging me. I have been getting regular emails from Eric. But, apparently, he isnt getting any from me. I send 1-2 a day so I can only assume that 1) they are sending, not receiving, or 2) they are withholding my emails for some reason. I am going to assume its 1, because 2 is just wrong in so many ways. Is this normal? For them to send but not receive? I just feel so bad because the last one I got was him begging me to email him. *sigh* Made me cry, oh yes it did. Hopefully, they are just not receiving and when they do, he will get spammed. But seriously, is that normal? Cause yeah, I have no clue.

One of those days

Yes, this is going to be a beatdown, depressing post. So, feel free to turn back now.

Today is one of those days. I hate my life, I hate the Navy, I hate that I am the one that has to deal with everything. I sit here and look at my children and ask myself, "Why in the hell did I think it was going to be ok to raise these kids without a father?" No, I know they have one. Eric is a wonderful father and a fantastic husband. But, he isnt here. He is an email every couple of days, a picture on the wall, and dirty clothes in the basket. He is a voice on voicemail, a save game file on the Playstation and an empty spot in the bed. Yet, I love him more than I thought possible. I just hate that I have to do this alone. Find a house, sign the lease, pack up this house, move to the new house, sell the Jeep, sell the Kia, transfer Emali's school file, take Alvin to Yale, take Alvin to Cranial Tech, take Alvin to other random appointments, try to find SOME time to spend with Erin. Housetrain the dog, take the cats to get spayed, call housing to argue that we are eligible for a move, etc etc etc.

I know I can do it. Its not that. I want Eric to be a part of it. I want him to be here. I want a husband, not a part time husband. So, today, I sit here and wallow. Yes, its a funk. It will pass as fast as it has come. But, for right now. I despise the Navy. I despise being away from my family. I want a normal life. Then again, maybe I dont. I dont know. Just right now, I want my husband home.

I can breathe, finally!

Ok, some of you know the whole Balfour Beatty housing thing. In fact, I think most of you know, so, there is no point in beating a dead horse. Well, the whole situation has me so stressed out, that it constantly feels like I am being squashed in a vice. Last night, that changed.

I had just left Chuck E. Cheese with the kids. I was getting everyone in the van and trying not to flip out, when I felt my phone vibrate. My inital thought was, "Who the f^*k is calling me?" Then, it rang. (I have my phone set to vibrate for 2 rings, then 2 for 2 rings). Holy crap. It was Eric's ring tone. After staring at the screen in disbelief, I answered and heard "Hey Baby". I immediately started crying.

I told Eric all about the housing situation and being jerked around. I told him everything that I could think of with this whole mess. He calmed me down and we formed a plan. He is going to talk to the command and at least let them know what is going on. I am going to take the house only if I have no other choice.

I tell you, nothing beats a 3 hour phone call in the evening, especially when you arent expecting it. We talked, and laughed. I cried. He told me that its going to be ok. He won't be gone forever. That I can do this. Then he called me a dork and I laughed some more. The conversation wasnt nearly as long as I would have liked, but, I am grateful that I was able to talk to him at all.

I love you Eric. Thank you, I can finally breathe.

PS. figured I'd add some pics from CEC.

Alvin eating a french fry.

Erin the pizza bandit. Grab and go.

The only pic of Emali I could get.

So much to do

Yeah, too much to do. In these next two months, as of right now, I am looking at 5 visits to Cranial Technologies, a visit to the GI doctor, a sweat test at Yale, finding housing, packing up this house, moving to said new housing, my birthday, Alvin's birthday, and hosts of other things. Oh, did I mention I get to do this all alone? Yeah. Loving the Navy right now. *eye roll*. I know Eric isnt going to have a much better time. He is staring down both ORSE and the coner's version of it. (I forget what it's called). Add in he is taking chief examination at the same time, and yeah. Woo hoo! We are both rather snippy with each other.

Oh well....Its my life.

What the f%^k? Seriously.

Ok, I am pissed. Whole heartedly pissed off. Why?

The ex, who has not paid child support in a couple of years, calls yesterday to inform me that he has moved to Hampton Roads, VA. He sold his horses, bought a Ford 150 and a pop up camper and moved to VA. How the hell does he afford all this crap? Simple, he doesnt pay support. He hasnt even called to talk to the kids since April. And that was at 11:30 at night.

So, yeah, he is training to be an aviation mechanic. He has a free and clear truck, a camper and tons of cash in his pocket. (his words). I have nothing from him for the girls. It pisses me off. The girls are well taken care of, so its not like they are lacking but still. This makes me so angry.

Grr..