Yeeaahhh

You know how you try to be nice to folks, despite how you really feel about them? Trying to be the bigger person and all, putting aside personal differences and move on? So what happens when all that goes to hell in a handbag? When being the bigger person goes to shit, almost by default, as though the other party involved has decided to stop being civil? And then turns everything back on you, trying to make you look and/or feel bad.

Why do I ask? Well, let's just say that personal experiences bring this question to mind. Things that happened while I was deployed, things at home, and I am just trying to make sense of it all. Why is it all of a sudden fair for the other party to drop all civility and act like a child? And I mean full-grown people, not adolescents. I will never understand people, I guess. Or I will never know the rules that everyone else seems to operate under, and I have been somehow left out in the dark as to how to conduct myself and proceed. I have always been this way, one step behind the power curve, always trying to keep up. Eleanor Roosevelt once said that 'No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." and I believe that I am going to have to disagree with her. In this day and age, that's what it's all about, make the other guy look worse than you do, so you get ahead. So much for an advanced society, huh?

Have a good day, readers....

Shout out

Here's a shout out to Lady Gonzalez......I know she reads my blog, and I wanted to talk to her about Bella's birthday present. Drop me an email at afeskimo@yahoo.com......

I'll update in a bit

I must apologize, dear readers

I don't have any pictures of Saturday night for you. I apologize. But I do have stories.......

Kat got to the house, and TheGreek showed up a few minutes later, and we were off. TheGreek was our DD. TheGreek ended up taking us to the oceanfront at Virginia Beach, since everywhere else we tried to go to was either packed to the gills or the cover was $10 a person. I'm sorry, I'm NOT paying $10 to get in and then paying more to drink. I'm crazy, not stupid.

The first place we went to had free cover for women, and the guys paid $5. The place hadn't livened up yet, it was only 11:30 or so. Kat and I get drinks and we head to the dance floor. We dance (to music that we have never heard of, I might add) a couple, and then this kid (and I mean KID......this guy might have been 18 to get in, but no way was he old enough to drink) decides he's going to dance with me.....ok, so I dance with him. And I couldn't help but laugh over how young this kid was.....it was just so funny. Well, I have to go to the bathroom, and when I come back, Kat is telling me that she had this Mexican looking guy all over her, and she finally got rid of him. We get more drinks and start dancing again. Well, the Mexican guy came back, and decides to dance with yours truly. Yeeeaaaahhhh. I don't think I got a clear look at this guys' face. Anyways, we are dancing, and more guys keep showing up to dance with us. And we were having a hard time shaking all of them. So, Kat goes into lesbian mode, and most of them disappear. And so do Kat and I. We find TheGreek, and we leave and go to a place called Peabody's. I have to give props to TheGreek, he hates this place, but was nice enough to take us there anyways. Now, at this point, TheGreek has a system of when to come get Kat and I. If he sees us laughing, he kinda backs off watching us for a bit. But the minute we start looking bored, he comes onto the dancefloor to get us. Well, Kat and I down a couple drinks, and off to the dancefloor we go. We start dancing, and very shortly we get male partners(cause we'd been dancing with each other mostly), and poor Kat, the guy dancing with her had absolutely no rhythm. I mean NONE....he couldn't even get a beat to sway to. Well, knowing that TheGreek is watching from somewhere, my left hand goes up in the air, to give him reference to where we are, anticipating him coming to get us. Right as he comes to get us, Kat grabs me and drags me off the dancefloor for a potty break. After the potty break, Kat and I get drinks and are talking to TheGreek. When Kat gets a dancing partner. Well, TheGreek grabs me, and we kinda bob back and forth there, looking like we are dancing with each other. Guy dancing with Kat asks Kat to give him her number. Kat responds that I'm her girlfriend, and that TheGreek is my husband, and she's going home with us. Guy looks at TheGreek, who decides to play along, and tells the guy that he doesn't mind his wife having a girlfriend, but gets mad about boyfriends. The look that crossed this guys' face was priceless. Last call was called, and we start to leave. Kat and I on either side of TheGreek. We manage to get to the car, which is a MINI Cooper S. TheGreek puts Kat in the car (as in lifts her into it, it was so funny), and then puts me in the car. We start home. We stop at a restaurant and go to the bathroom. We head home again, and this time, I am about asleep with my head on TheGreek's right knee. Here's the funny - his car is a stick, and I have my head in his lap while he's trying to drive. It was funny. I think I dozed off a bit actually.
We get to the house, and I crawled up my stairs, into the bedroom, and flopped on the bed next to Ziggy. Ziggy pops out of the bed, wondering what's going on. Well, I crawl to the bathroom, cause I feel like I'm gonna be sick. Apparently I was drunk enough that I didn't feel myself hurl, which is a good thing for me. I tell Ziggy that I'm going to sleep there on the bathroom floor, and he says no. So I got back to the bed, and pass out on his side. This is somewhere around 3:30 in the morning. I wake up at 9, still feeling drunk, and throw up some more. I go back to bed and wake up around 12:45, and tell Ziggy that I'm going to try a shower. Yea, vertical was NOT my friend, and I start throwing up again. I get into the bathtub, and take a bath, and go back to bed at about 2:00PM. I got up, ate a bit, started feeling better, etc.

I had fun with Kat, but honestly, I think my drunken an blitzed days are over. I am too old for all that....

New car pic

Here's a picture of my new car......I'll update tomorrow(or when I am reasonably sober) with pictures from tonight with Kat.

The only reason I love condoms (cause otherwise, I hate them)

I don't have gravity leakage later.

Gotta love quickies.

Travel time again

Ziggy found out yesterday that he is deploying, with a report date of 6 January. To a place with the ending of -stan, and it's not Afganistan. I can't spell it correctly, it's something like Kyrgystan....

A proper update, with pics

Ok.....now that I don't have Scout, MiniZiggy and Ziggy tugging at me, I can actually properly update my blog, complete with pictures!!

To the right is my dear husband, Ziggy. For those who pay attention, see, I told you there's night and day difference between Ziggy and Other. Anyways....so this is Ziggy, ain't he a cutie?? I don't think I have ever told the story of how I met Ziggy, ended up dating him(involves the word 'smitten' - yes, I think I'll have to tell this story) and how I married him. This is actually a decent picture of him, it was taken last week. He's so funny, too. It's part of why I call him SSgt Sillyman.

Ok, this is MiniZiggy and myself. Yes, for once there's a decent picture of me, so now you know what I look like. Not bad for 28, I think.

Ziggy and MiniZiggy. And then you'll see why MiniZiggy is called by that name.

See what I mean?

Alright, now that the pictures are done, I can type at leisure. I have been playing up the role of stay home Mommy. And I am really enjoying it. Ziggy laments that he doesn't make enough money that I could stay home all the time, but I don't really think that it's an entirely bad thing. I am one of those people who can't be idle. It kills me to have nothing to do. So eBay was invented, right? Well, that's my theory, but hey.....I've been wrong before. Anyways, I have been Mommy, taking Scout to school, running errands, loafing around the house, all that fun stuff.

I got an email from Scout's godfather the other day, another friend that I have known since I was about 14. See, to keep friends for that long is NOT something that happens alot to me, so I hang on to the few I have like that. Ok, I need a name for him.......JayJay. It's what I call him anyways. Anyways, JayJay and his wife are having issues, I guess. He emails me to vent. Which is fine, I have done the same with him for years. It's always like talking to JayJay face to face, which is something I have always loved about him. That and he's a musician at the core. He tries to fight the fact he writes and plays music, because he tends to destroy what he creates with his own criticism, but he is a musician, and I have always loved his music.

Alright, I think that's enough for now. I'll post new pics of my new car a bit later, I have to get Scout up and out of the house for school.

Bye Bye Beamer

Well, I did it. I parted with my BMW. I traded it for a 2006 VW Jetta 2.5. I'll have to post pics....

Plans and pics

That's plans, not planes.....

Kat and I are planning a night out, God help us. Or should I say God help anyone who crosses our paths? Kat and I are hilarious when we are drunk. And we are planning to get good and stupid...Paul is on his way home to the real world, and I am going to go and purchase our bottle of Tarantula (sorry if I buggered the spelling) Tequila today and put it on ice, so it is nice and cold when he is ready for it. Hehehehe.....ought to be a good time.

Well, as is obvious by this point, I am back in the States. And I have a few pics from my last night in Balad to share, courtesy of Other and Beefcake. Atleast that's what I have named him, Beefcake. He's a bit crazy, lots of bark it seems, but a good guy in general...

To the left is myself and Beefcake. Ain't he a cutie........Beefcake is a gaming nut. I mean bordering on obsessive. The man has something like 4 computers, from what Other tells me, and has one for gaming, one for downloading, one for watching porn, and I think the last one is for tunes. And he keeps them running AT THE SAME TIME. See what I mean by obsessive?!?!?!!?

Since blogger hasn't taught me how to put pics in a certain order yet(I know, I am behind the power curve on the pics-in-blog thing, give me a break, I am trying) the top two pictures are of myself and Other. Beefcake took the one on the right without our knowledge. We were just standing there chatting, and he took the picture. Other says it's one of his favorites.

So I was supposed to be at Customs at 0330 to process and get on the ol bird out of Balad, right? Hehehe, how come 7 hours later, I was still there??? Ah, the *joys* of military flights! We flew out of Balad, and that had to be the absolutely WORST flight I have ever, ever, ever been on. And I am not saying that because I don't like flying. Ever heard of combat landings? Well, I swear we had a combat takeoff. Oh, forgot to mention the controlled detonations that were going off as we were pulling up to the plane to board.....good stuff, I am so glad to be out of Iraq.

So we hit Al Udied and try to get on the next rotator out of there headed towards the States. Soonest thing they had was leaving that night and we had to hope like hell that there was space available. So, as the time to sign up for space A approaches, there's this gang of about 20 Air Force personnell slowing ganging up on the sign up desk. Poor little one-striper was getting nervous, you could tell. He starts rattling off all these Navy names, and no one is answering......so we just handed him the whole stack of ID cards and orders and told him to start hooking us up in their places. It was kinda funny. So, we got out of there, and went to Ramstein, sat there for a couple hours, and then it was off to Baltimore. We hit Baltimore, and E, Gonzo, M and I are all sitting at a pub(B terminal, for those who know the area), and our money was no good. Everyone bought us rounds at the bar, so of course, we can't refuse good drinks, we drank til we were happy drunk and headed to the plane....It was so funny....

Speaking of pictures, I have to put one of Ziggy on here........good pic, have to get it off the laptop.

Alright guys, well, I think that's enough for a bit.......talk to you guys soon!!!!!

I'm back

Yep, I made it back to civilization a couple days ago. You know, I had always heard about the whole 'culture shock' thing from being deployed, but hadn't really believed it......until now. I have never felt more like a fish out of water in my entire life. Almost like I am a visitor in my own house. When you inprocess back into your home station after a deployment, they tell you to ease yourself back into the home routine. Yea...not sure that's working. But granted, it's only been 2 days. You know, Other told me that I wouldn't miss being at Balad, or being deployed, and I am going to have to differ with him on that one. Atleast when I was deployed, I knew what the routine was, what my function was. And now I don't. SO yes, I miss being deployed a bit, cause I'm feeling a bit of an identity crisis happening here.

More to come

Hurry up and wait

Well, they had us outprocess and pack up and draw our weapons to leave......

And then the flight got bumped until 24 hours later. Yippeee. So I have to sleep in a tent and live out of a suitcase that I didn't pack very well in the first place. Joy.

I love fall

I do, I love the season of Fall. I love the cool breezes, the pretty leaves, and most of all, I love college football season. Good stuff......making pies, canning fruits and veggies, making hearty soups......yup, I love Fall....

Getting closer

So I leave in 4 days. How I wish I could make that sooner. Machine, sorry dear, but not coming through Germany as of this time. I spend a week in 'Club Med', Al Udied, and then I fly to Baltimore. And I don't find out when I hit Virginia until I get to Al Udied.

MiniZiggy's birthday is tomorrow, and I hate that I'm missing it. But I will be home soon.....I hope the time flies! My oldest brother is getting married today, for the third time.

I'm so ready to go home. To cook in my own kitchen, all that fun stuff......hehehe, I said Stuff...you'll love that one, Ziggy!!!!