Update and musing

Come to find out, my father-in-law didn't show up. Weather was too bad. Part of me is happy about it, part of me isn't, as it would have made for hilarious blogging.......


My musings........back when I was 21 or so, I worked in a sporting goods store. I had a customer show me an Alaska driver's license for a check he was writing, and we got to talking about Alaska. He told me that if you ever spend any time in Alaska, and by time I mean none of the cruise vacations, that Alaska will always be a part of you. He said that it would call to you until you returned to it. I never believed it until I left. I have been away from the one place that I truly call home for a little over a year. And being here in Washington State for a little over a week brings me as close to home as I am going to get for now. I have 'heard' Alaska call to me for a while, but the longing to go back is even stronger now that I am on the same side of the country. My plan is to one day go back, have myself a fishing cabin on the peninsula, maybe in Seward or Homer, and never leave if I don't have to.....

Update on the inlaws

Well, dear readers, yet another example of how truth is absolutely stranger than fiction......

I'm at Ziggy's grandparents house, right? And we all know that Ziggy's parents have been seperated for more than 10 years, but are still married, atleast on paper. So, straight out of a Springer episode, my father-in-law is coming to visit on Saturday.......and is bringing his girlfriend.....WHILE MY MOTHER IN LAW IS PRESENT. Anyone else mildly creeped out by this? My mother in law has REQUIRED my presence while this is happening. I prefer to be at the casino with my mother in law, playing penny slots. Soo........providing that he shows(which I SERIOUSLY doubt, as the weather on the road between his side of Washington and this side is treacherous)...this will be interesting......more to come, of course.

On a morbid side note.........you'll all recall how my sixth sense was pinging about Gramps?? Well, infallible as always, I was right. Gramps is having a kidney removed on December 1st. Also, sixth sense in full force, Gramps has leukemia.....and they can't do anything about it, or so the docs have reported. The treatment for his particular brand of leukemia is very very harsh for a man of his years, and Gramps is rather frail in the first place.

Hehehe.........

Ok, anyone from Spokane or Cheney, WA, if you go out I-90 towards Cheney and Four Lakes, and you run into Betz road........lol......lots of places to break in the ol rental car, if ya know what I mean.....Ziggy and I went shooting today with Ziggy's brother, and well, shooting has an effect on me, and well, I made Ziggy pull the car over, and well, let's just say that I'm kinda disappointed that there weren't any cops around to look in the windows.....hehehehe..


Gotta love roadside quickies......

Small epiphany

For the record, Other no longer reminds me of Elvis. I went to see Walk The Line tonight - -Other is Johnny Cash, without the drugs and singing career.....

I'm still here guys

I apologize profusely for my not updating recently. CrazyGirl has brought it to my attention that I need to, and so, here I am.

I am currently in Washington State, with Ziggy's side of the family. We flew in yesterday, and we were soooo tired. My MIL and SIL and I all went to the casino last night, where I won 45 bucks on the 3 cent slot machines. Ziggy and I are planning to go back and play a little poker. MiniZiggy and Scout are both being properly spoiled, though Scout forgot much of his homework for this week. Brilliant.

I had a whole plethera of things to talk about, all in my head, and now that I am sitting here typing, I can't remember what any of them were. So I will have to update better later.

I sent Other and Beefcake a box of goodies for the upcoming Christmas holidays, to brighten the time away from home. Christmas lights to decorate with, candy canes, a couple stockings, magazines. I love Christmas, and I know that Other does too, and I know he'd hate to miss hanging a butt-load of lights wherever in the world he happens to be at the time of the holidays.

Alright, well, I think I will go for now.......

Return of the dogs and an update on Gramps

BTW, I haven't heard from Other in a few days, and I am starting to wonder why. So if he's reading this, EMAIL ME, BONEHEAD!!!!!! Alright, on to blog business.

So Ziggy troops down to the animal control to see if the dogs are there. Thankfully, yes, they were. Come to find out, someone drove up to the gate of the animal control, and throws my dogs out of the car and drives away. This was on Saturday. This information promptly pisses off Ziggy. I, on the other hand, am just glad that someone turned in my dogs, and now they are at home with us.

Gramps is still in the hospital, and they believe that he has kidney cancer. This is bad. He has a tumor on one kidney that is believed to be malignant, and they want to remove it after Thanksgiving. They are also doing some bloodwork, and checking things to see if Gramps has Leukemia. Remember what I said about my 'sixth sense' going off about Gramps, an it not being good? Yea, well, I guess I was right. Poor Gramps. And poor Ziggy. I could see him trying to hide the concern and fear when I told him about Gramps today. The man will never realize that I know him so well, and notice these things, I guess. Men, I tell ya, could be hit by a Mack truck, and miss the fact it was coming.....

My weekend, developments in the family, and OMG the dogs are gone

So Ziggy, the kids and I all pack up on Friday(since we were off) and head down to Carolina Beach for the weekend, to visit my grandmother, known as Gamaw. We stayed at a resort that Gamaw works at(for free, no less, gotta love that!!!) right on the beach. We loafered around, did the touristy bit inWilmington, hung out with Gamaw and my uncle, WyattEarp. Great time, wish it had been longer. So that was my weekend. Then we get home.

My dogs are missing. Both of them. I'm not happy. I'm worried about my dogs. My Pudgey and Dumb-dumb are missing. Ziggy and Scout went riding around the neighborhood looking for them, but didn't see them. and the animal control place is closed on Sunday, of course. My puppies are gone and I want my puppies back!!!! Who knows how long they've been gone, and if they are ok, hungry, hurt, cold(Pudge, I doubt it, she's a Husky, and has a double coat), etc....

So Ziggy is aggreavating me this evening. I know he's not doing this on purpose(what it was that aggravated me) but it bothered me. He's been the one that comforts MiniZiggy when he falls and gets owies, since I was gone for 4 months. So when he jumps the baby gate and picks MiniZiggy up before I can get to him (and I am 15 feet from the child, and on the same side of the baby gate), I got upset. Then he keeps chanting a single phrase, while standing next to me, 'Daddy's got you, it's ok, Daddy's got you.' Yes, well, Daddy's going to have a nice place to sleep in the bed of the truck outside if he doesn't watch his mouth. Anywho, I get aggravated with my husband, and decide to call Gram to vent. Gram is Ziggy's grandmother. I love this woman to death. Gram has been married for 57 years, and fully understands when men irritate their wives. And I just love talking to Gram, so I go to call Gram and vent about her grandson. Well, much to my surprise, Gramps doesn't answer the phone. Gramps ALWAYS answers the phone. Well, my MIL answers. Not that I'm not pleased to talk to her, I love my MIL to death, but it's just not normal for Gramps not to answer the phone. Come to find out, Gramps is in the hospital. See, Gramps is on dialysis, and was retaining fluid, and they took him to the doctor, and then he was put in the hospital. I maintain that Gramps wants attention since everyone knows that MiniZiggy is coming for Thanksgiving, and all attention will be on him(Goddess help, my kids are going to be rotten after this trip!). Atleast that's the story I am maintaining for Ziggy. Gramps and Gram practically raised Ziggy and his brother and sister, since my MIL had to work when they were kids. So Ziggy is really close to Gramps. Gramps has been on dialysis for a year or so now, and while I know that dialysis patients are often on it for a long time, something doesn't bode well about this to me. My 'sixth sense' is starting to ping, and I don't like the idea.

On a completely different subject, I am having an issue here lately. How the HELL am I supposed to be on a birth control patch, if the damned thing won't stay attached to my skin?!?!?! I think I'm going to have to duct tape it to me or something.

'Man up' and some thoughts on sex, oh, and a weird illness

I had a humorous experience at work today. I know, I know, not a normal occurence in good 'ol Auschwitz, but it happened nevertheless. I was helping one of the civilians do an oil change, and the air filter was sitting on the hood. I was getting ready to crawl under the front end of the truck to grease the front end, when someone jacked up the rear end of the truck, sending the air filter flying. Into my back. I screamed, startled. Nevermind the fact that the squadron commander was in the shop, and no doubt heard me scream. I get the chorus of, 'are you ok?' from almost everyone, when Kermit walks up and demands to know why I screamed like a girl. My answer? The air filter hit me in the back, and because I AM a girl. His response? 'You need to man up next time.' And he walked away. I resisted the urge to say something about growing bigger balls next time, which is probably a good thing. Anyways, I thought the whole thing was a bit funny, and I thought I'd share.

Sex. You know, there are times when it strikes me as hilarious, some of the things that folks find erotic. Take for instance Pelly, named changed of course, a guy I went to high school with. Pelly had a foot fetish. Pelly would follow girls around school because he thought they had cute feet. God forbid a girl wear sandals!!!!! Pelly was in hog heaven then. The really amusing part is that Pelly wasn't your normal looking, run of the mill weirdo. Nope, downright all-American looking guy. Blonde hair, blue eyes, ended up in the Marines(ok, can't help the choice of branch, I am baised, I'm Air Force, ok?).
I was reading a story about a girl that gets turned on by getting a tattoo. And I got to thinking about it, since I have gone under the tattoo gun 6 times. Ok, once the sting of the gun is gone, and that rush of adrenaline kicks in(those who have been tattooed will know what I mean), I can see where the turn on comes in to play. But not while I'm being inked. Now, on a bit of a side note, I will have to tell you that Blonde and I went and got tats one night, and the guy that did hers was carressing her foot, and grinning at her, as he is tattooing her leg. She was grossed out, and I was almost rolling in the floor from laughter. I thought it was hysterical. Anyhow, I digress. My exhusband, Psycho, absolutely LOVED it when I did this impression of Allison Hanagan(spelling is probably shot, sorry) from American Pie, "WHat's my name, bitch?!!?!" "Louder!".....looking back, I have no clue how I did it without cracking up. Hell, I probably did laugh like a loon about it. But it did it for him. While these things crack me up as funny or a bit outlandish, I look at myself, and think I must be a freak. My weird erotic bit? Pain. Yes, I am a masochist. Or so the term is defined, I think. Maybe I spelled it wrong. I dig pain, at any rate. I'm weird, I know. One of the guys I worked with in Iraq pulled my hair, trying to get my attention, and well, I guess I growled at him.....he was a bit surprised. Well, after 4 months of sex with your hand, you're bound to react when stimulus comes from somewhere else, right?!?!!? Yea......well, that narrowed it down for the guys I worked with, about my um, tendencies.....I like to be bitten. Hard. Like Dracula-style. yea..........ok, I need to change subjects.....

My weird illness. This has been happening to me here lately, and I can't come up with a reasonable answer for why it's happening. I have been getting car-sick, while riding shotgun in my new car, with Ziggy driving. Now, it's not Ziggy's driving, cause Ziggy doesn't drive like a maniac. Am I pregnant? Highly unlikely, I am on birth control. Could I have eaten something to make me sick? Possibly, but not likely, as I am car sick without having eaten before I got in the car. Am I mysteriously allergic to riding shotgun in my car? This is my best guess, although a very far-fetched one. I can't sit up straight, can't watch anything go by, can't turn around to talk to MinZiggy in his car seat, nothing. Except hunch over on the door, hold on, close my eyes and try not to hurl through the 30 mile drive either to or from work. I ahev got to figure out what is doing this to me.....

R.I.P Sylvester the kitty

This was Sylvester the Kitty. Ziggy found him in the back yard last Sunday, a little stray that we took in and tried to help out. He got sick and I took him to the pet ER, and they kept him all night in an incubator, and tried to get him to eat, but poor little guy just wasn't meant for this world, I suppose. He passed away this morning around 6. Scout and Ziggy are upset, MiniZiggy hasn't noticed, and I am sad, but I tried to help him, and did the best I could. So Ziggy and Scout are out in the back yard, burying Sylvester.

My first week back to work, and a mind dump

Oh my God. Or Goddess. Oh whichever diety happens to be on duty right now. My week has been absolutely full on hectic. I have not updated this for a bit, and I feel guilty for leaving my readers with nothing to read. Oh I have so much to tell you guys!!!!!!

Yes, this is my first week back at work, and let me tell you, every day, there are more and more reasons why I should really be a stay home mom. Not saying that a stay home mom has life any easier than the employed counterpart, just that she has a better handle on her household than I do on my own!! So much to get done at home, and not nearly enough time to do it all in. For instance, my all time nemesis - laundry. It's not that I don't like to do laundry. It's that I hate folding and putting away. Ziggy shares my loathing of this particular chore. So we have lots of baskets of clean, unfolded laundry in our house. Also, this past weekend, I started the task of painting Scout's room. I got one coat one the walls. And we are talking royal blue, not something pale. Scout is well known for his color choices.....and this one is nothing to sniff at - Lowe's Star Gazer blue..........yeeeeaaaaaaahhhhh. Think smurfs. And then see that smeared all over 4 walls. Got it? Yes, my child is a nut for having picked this color. But hey, I let him have it, cause my parents wouldn't let me paint my room my favorite color - black. Karma is a funny thing. Oh, and don't get me started on the backyard fence. Ok, get me started....anyways, Ziggy came up with this wonderful idea(and it really is a good idea, well, once it's done) to put up a privacy fence along our back yard. This is a good idea, since there is a portion of the back fence that is low enough for Pudge and Sagres(the dogs) to jump. Rather easily. Well, it's being done in stages. And I am really thinking that the whole 'stages' part needs to speed up. But, being as no one who has promised to help with the project has bothered to show their faces, it's going rather slowly. To the point that Ziggy is going to take Friday off and finish the fence portion that he is currently working on. That, and upon my arrival home from work today, BOTH dogs were in front of the house, rather than in the back yard where they were hooked up to tie-outs this morning. I have GOT to clean my house. I mean a good, deep down cleaning. Spring cleaning but in the fall/winter. I have been wanting to hire one of those maid services, to atleast vaccuum and dust, and maybe clean my kitchen for me, but want to clean it all out really well myself first. No need in scaring people off the instant they step in the house, you know? While Ziggy is deployed, I may get a maid service to do those little things for me. It would help tremendously.......

Now to the drama that is Auschwitz. Auschwitz has changed a bit, but nothing dramatically, since I was in Iraq. Put it like this, small things here and there have changed, but it's fundamentally the same as it was before I left. Meaning that it's still a concentration camp. To the point that everyone that is up for re-enlistment is trying to cross train out of the career field, not because they don't like the job itself, per se, but because of the circumstances we all work in. You'd think that this would wake someone up and hand them a clue, but no such luck. Anyways, I got cussed at by Cadillac. Not for anything I was/wasn't doing, either. Because he can't take it when someone else starts picking on him. Apparently he got picked on by another coworker, then someone else got picked on too, and it all nearly came to blows, apparently. I guess Kermit got wind of it, somehow, and he sent me outside to work so Cadillac wouldn't take it out on me again. Awfully considerate, I thought. I just didn't appreciate getting cussed at because he wasn't in a good mood. Hell, in women that's called being menstral. And we can take meds for that. But anyways........Come to find out, Cadillac is deploying with Ziggy. And Lord help, cause Cadillac found out that they can drink wherever it is that they are going. I have heard some stories about Cadillac when he is drunk (a big hole in a Korean's roof was part of it, along with a bottle rocket), so I can only imagine what mayhem we may hear about while that bunch is deployed.

Would you believe that TheGreek has offered to take Kat and I out again? He sent me and email today about it. I was surprised, since TheGreek doesn't like big crowds, clubs, etc. We'll see what happens. Might be fun, but there is NO way I am getting that drunk again......

Oh, pregnancy is catching, I guess. NO, I DON'T MEAN ME, YOU CRAZY PEOPLE!!!!!! I have so many people around me that are either heavily pregnant, or just finding out that they are pregnant. Good thing I have a patch. I think I'd shoot Ziggy for knocking me up at this point in time.

Halloween......hehehehehe.....MiniZiggy walked a whole block for trick-or-treating. After having been up early, etc. I was impressed. He wore a skeleton shirt that glowed in the dark. Hey, I'm a mom, not a miracle worker......that and I didn't really think he'd put up with a whole lot of a costume. He hates hats, so anything on his head was out of the question. But he was cute, he even carried his little pumpkin bucket and went to the doors with Scout. But on a side note, let me say that if your house light is on, that generally means that you have candy. So don't get pissed whn my kids come to your door for candy!! And my neighborhood is massively cheap on the whole candy gig. I was so unimpressed.

Alright, well, I guess that about covers it for now. More to come, I am positive.....