Uproot and go

We are moving to Spangdahlem Germany in January.

I started my new job this week, and it's not too bad. I'm getting myself settled, and will be off and running next week. Fun fun fun.

I am going to Georgia next weekend to bring my folks back for Scout's 5th grade graduation. That ought to be fun. Ok, I mean that sooooo sarcastically.

New developments

Got a job, I start Wednesday. Now I just have to get used to going to the office twice a week. Darn, hard times there. Ziggy is soooo jealous.....

I went and tried on clothes today. Big mistake. Made me feel extremely fat. Gotta do something about that...........

I'm a bit down today......

Yea. And when I get dow, I miss people. I miss Eunuch, who's in Chicago. I miss Other who's in Kentucky and not speaking so much to me. Brandie is busy. So I am a little bummed. My people are scattered and I'm used to that. But when they don't talk to me, I get all weirded out.

I look pregnant

I am out at a social funstion for military spouses last night, when a former co-worker of mine walks up to me, rubs my tummy, and asks me if I'm done yet. I ask her what she's talking about. She says she KNOWS I'm pregnant again. I said no, and then sais Fuck You and walked away.

Confirmed by a friend of mine, I look pregnant, despite working out. Fucking peachy

Here Without You and the story behind it

Here Without You
(Music by Arnold, Roberts & Harrell)

A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same
All the miles that separate
Disappear now when I'm dreamin' of your face
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight, there's only you and me.
The miles just keep rollin'
As the people leave their way to say hello
I've heard this life is overrated
But I hope that it gets better as we go.
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl, there's only you and me.
Everything I know, and anywhere I go
It gets hard but it won't take away my love
And when the last one falls, when it's all said and done.
It gets hard but it won't take away my love
I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl, there's only you and me

That song is from the band 3 Doors Down. I love it, it's probably one of my all-time favorite songs. I've stopped crying everytime I hear it, but the warm memories that go with it are still there. WHy does this song affect me so much? Now there's a story.....

Way back in the day, that song came out when I was sort of seeing Other. And it fit what was going on rather well. And then I moved to Virginia. More of the same. But my fondest memories of this song have to do with my time in Iraq with Other. Just warm fuzzy feelings.......

Going in circles

I have pet peeves just like the next person. One of them is when my husband comes home and tries to tell me how to conduct my day. I set my days up to where I know I am getting things handled. I pace myself as much as I can. I can do very well without being told how to do things.

Another of my peeves is being talked to as though I do nothing all day, so therefore I have to be given things to do. Yea. How do you think he has clean clothes to wear everyday, clean dishes to eat off of, etc? Well it's sure as hell NOT the merry maids coming in and doing things. I understand that money is tight. I totally get that. But when I go do things that are FREE, don't bitch at me over it. I am not a homebody. Get used to it. You've known this for 4 and a half years. Oh, and when I apply for work, don't bitch that it's not full time, anything is better than nothing. I am trying. So sit down and shut up.

I got to ride a Harly for the first time this past weekend. My uncle rode up for the weekend, and I got to ride on the back as we went out and did some things with the family. Good times.

School this semester? Well, I may as well have taken classes in person, al lthe time I will be spending at the campus taking tests. This isn't one of my favorite professors, either. Matter of fact, I basically loathe this one, as she talks down to all the students.

Still trying to get GI Bill crap finished, and the whole process would go much better if I wasn't getting pressure from home to hurry up and get money yesterday. Yea.......

Get over it

I am working on it. Losing Other for a couple months got me over the whole romatically- inclined- towards- him thing. So he tells me he's gotten back together with his ex, and that we are just friends. Like I didn't know that, but ok. So I lay out the ground rules, ala Other himself. No making me talk to the girlfriend. 2 way communication is required. No jerking me around. And as long as he respects my wishes, I will respect his.

But I got over him in the romantic sense. Feels rather liberating....

Mmmmmmmmmmmm

Yea........warm fuzzy feelings go with that title. Love ya Eunuch.......

So I got my hash name. Pimp My Twat. Thanks to what job I did in Iraq, and my job in the Air Force. Eunuch helped name me, it was a riot........

Just when you think you have a grip

Things go down the drain quick.

I'm laying in bed this morning, and Ziggy gets up for his shower, comes back to bed after it, and informs me that I need to get a job yesterday because he's scared. Then he starts asking me all these questions as to where all I am going to try to get a job at. No pressure, huh? Like I don't know we have bills to pay?

a little blue

feeling a bit left behind, pushed out of the way. I'll get used to it, I suppose.

Next week

Yea, so if I get my license for selling insurance next week, I MIGHT get laid. That's why I haven't, apparently. Because of me not working, Ziggy is stressed and can't have sex.

Frustration

You know how you get mildly dizzy when drunk and/or hung over? Take out the headache, and that's been me for a week. Yea, yea I'll go the doc next week.

You know, I am a damn good lay. I may not be model perfect, I do have tattoos, stretch marks and C-section scars, but dammit I am real. And I like sex. No, I LOVE sex. Save the romantic crap for the virgins, I want it hard, fast, rough, all that. I love oral sex with a passion. And from what I hear, I'm damn good at it. So why is it I can't seem to get laid by the man I want? Yea, for the clueless, that's Ziggy, my husband. I could be getting laid by anyone I pick at this point, and yet, I can't get laid by my husband to save my life. And heaven forbid I maturbate.

Yes, I am sexually frustrated.

The way people look at you

Yea.....I got out of the Air Force, and almost immediately changed my hair color. I now look remotely like Rogue from the X-Men. .....you'd think I was the latest thing out of freak show central, the way people look at me now.

I don't dress gothic or punk or anything, but I have the hair, and I wear the black eyeliner, ala Bridget Bardot in the 50's/60's. And I get looks like I'm from another planet when I am out in public. How judgemental, huh?

Ok, just had to throw that out there......

I'm finally going to make Mother's Day cards..........

Work frustration

So I'm studying for my license in life and health insurance. And I'm telling my boss this week, either I take the real test and pass, or I fail and go to work somewhere else. All this 'wait.....wait......next week' bullshit is grating my nerves, and baby, love doesn't pay the mortgage.

We'll see what happens......


By the way,


Today was great.....

I'm back

Alright, since I am OFFICIALLY out of the US Air Force, I made the command decision that my blog is back public. So, like my profile says.....if you don't like what I write, DON'T READ.

Muah to my loyal readers..........