Well, first off, since the Air Force is currently overmanned....I can't apply for OTS.
I started my job this week. I work at the dental clinic on base. And sure enough, on my second day, I meet Ms. You Took My Job. Apparently she'd applied for this same position (she's a contractor and a veteran) and I got it rather than her, and well, let's say she pointed it out to me. Rudely? Maybe a little. But I've been known to fight fire with fire. So I casually point out to her that I was told at my interview that I was guaranteed the job unless I refused it. Sure, that might have been playing a little dirty. But you know what? I didn't really care at that point in time.
So far, the job is semi-interesting, if not a bit monotonous. But since I don't have computer access right now, there's not a whole lot that I can do. It's fine, because there's a whole boatload of in processing that I have to do now that I'm a federal employee. Fun. but hey, it's decent money, good benefits, and pretty good job security...can't complain about that in these economic times, huh?
My graduation is in a couple weeks, and OMG am I ready to be over with it so I can hang the blasted degree on the wall!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
In response
Why would I want to do it? I see Officer's Training as a challenge, much like I view a half marathon.
Would my husband get out if I went back as an officer? No, not until he's done with his 20 years. Why, given the point that the AF frowns on O/E marriages? Let me explain the context of which the Air Force frowns on those marriages. Generally the AF frowns on those marriages because they are entered into AFTER one of the spouses is already an officer, indicating a prior relationship (frowned on even more, I know people it happened to, my own brother included). I am already married to an enlisted man prior to taking a commission....so by the Air Force's standard, no 'inappropriate' relatio0nship exsists in that context, as I am married before getting a commission.
Why go back since my prior stint sucked? One theory? Make it better the second go around. I know more now than I did then, I can wait to get a job I prefer rather than just blundering along as I did the first time. The majority of my unhappiness in the military revolved around the fact I didn't like my job, nor did I excel at it. If I go back, I'd change that primarily.
Nothing is written in stone, it's not defined that I'm going back in. I'm asking questions, of recruiteres (if they'd answer the phone that is), and people I know who are officers, as well as senior enlisteds, who have worked with officers and know the difference between a straight commissioned officer with no prior military experience, and a prior enlisted officer. I'm weighing options, considering all the information. We'll see what happens...
Thanks for your input guys, you are the reason I still post here...
Would my husband get out if I went back as an officer? No, not until he's done with his 20 years. Why, given the point that the AF frowns on O/E marriages? Let me explain the context of which the Air Force frowns on those marriages. Generally the AF frowns on those marriages because they are entered into AFTER one of the spouses is already an officer, indicating a prior relationship (frowned on even more, I know people it happened to, my own brother included). I am already married to an enlisted man prior to taking a commission....so by the Air Force's standard, no 'inappropriate' relatio0nship exsists in that context, as I am married before getting a commission.
Why go back since my prior stint sucked? One theory? Make it better the second go around. I know more now than I did then, I can wait to get a job I prefer rather than just blundering along as I did the first time. The majority of my unhappiness in the military revolved around the fact I didn't like my job, nor did I excel at it. If I go back, I'd change that primarily.
Nothing is written in stone, it's not defined that I'm going back in. I'm asking questions, of recruiteres (if they'd answer the phone that is), and people I know who are officers, as well as senior enlisteds, who have worked with officers and know the difference between a straight commissioned officer with no prior military experience, and a prior enlisted officer. I'm weighing options, considering all the information. We'll see what happens...
Thanks for your input guys, you are the reason I still post here...
Monday, February 22, 2010
Friday, February 05, 2010
End of an era
I am done with my Bachelor's degree. I got my last grade today. MY degree progress report is full of zeros in the part where 'remaining credits' is at. I will GRADUATE May 9. It's been interesting not having homework.....I like it...
Supposed to start my job sometime this year, if AFPC gets off their butts.....must not want me to work for them that badly huh????
Ziggy gets home next week, YAY!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm writing more.....
More to come
Supposed to start my job sometime this year, if AFPC gets off their butts.....must not want me to work for them that badly huh????
Ziggy gets home next week, YAY!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm writing more.....
More to come
Saturday, January 09, 2010
So......
Well, contrary to popular belief, I AM still around.....I've just been really really busy. Seriously.
The last time I updated was about 6 months ago, before I went back to the US for a while. Wow, so much has happened.....
First off, 3 and a half weeks in Georgia with my parents. Yea....not so much. My Dad didn't recognize most of us, which sucked. He gets stressed easily when thigns aren't 'normal' for him, and so us in the house threw him off. My mom doesn't see this, I swear the woman is in denial, which is kinda understandable. So the kids and I did ALOT of travelling. As in AVIS will probably never rent me a car again...I put 3000 miles on a car in 3 WEEKS. Yea, I'm all for unlimited mileage when I rent a car. Went to see Other while I was there, he requested my presence before he left for war climates. The only reason I mention this is because of the instance that took place on the way there. I'm whipping down the highway, making fabulous time on my way to South Carolina, when I get pulled over. Crap. I'm not gonna lie, I was speeding. Did I care when the cop asked? Not too much. well, to make a kinda boring story short, come to find out, VDOT (in their infinite wisdom) cancelled my driver's license. I had sent proof of living overseas so I could have address exemption on my license. Rather than giving me the exemption, the asshats cancelled my license. THanks to the ticket, I found out. The REALLY funny part about this is that the State Trooper that pulled me over was supposed to arrest me for driving without a license. Which he was kind enough NOT to do.
As if the ticket wasn't enough, I got rearended in North Carolina, at a stoplight. In a rental car. Could my trip get ANY better??????? Of course......
I do not speak to my biological mother. For good reason, too. Threatening to hunt down your daughter and kill her and her whole family tends to dampen family relations. ANywho, I went to see my grandmother, at the beach. She takes the boys out for some fun at the amusement park, while I stay home and write a paper. The doorbell rings, and I open the door. To see my biological mother standing there with her idiotic boyfriend grinning like a cheshire cat. I slammed the door and went on about my business.
My time in Washington, although busy as hell, was the highlight of my summer in the US. School kept me busy, and so did training for my half marathon. I was there for 2 weeks when Ziggy got there. My half marathon.......
Let me state first off that I HATE flying. Abhor it. Loathe flying with every fiber of my being. NOT AFRAID of it......I just hate it. This being said, there is no intercontinental rail system, so therefore I cannot ban myself from flying. I took a flight to Las Vegas from Portland. And after that landing, I will NEVER EVER NEVER fly into Las Vegas again. EVER. I had vomit in the back of my throat when we hit the ground, it was THAT bumpy of a landing. The poor Chinese lady sitting next to me couldn't speak English, but she was nice enough not to yell at me for nearly hurling all over her. The worst part of my trip to Vegas was over....I got to the hotel, checked in, and went to eat at a restaurant in Circus Circus that was supposed to be the best steak on the strip. Not so much.
The race. The Extraterrestrial Full Moon half marathon was freaking awesome!!!!!!!! My goal was 3 hours. I didn't hit that, but I was able to finish and walk around afterwards without dying as soon as I crossed the finish line. I finished in 3 hours, 15 minutes. I was pretty proud of myself (I still am). Great event, lots of people, but it was so well planned that you felt like family. The scenery....let me tell you about the scenery. You get bussed out to the 'Black mailbox', dropped off, and you run back into Rachel, NV, to the Alienn Inn, for breakfast. Full moon.....bit chilly, but once you were moving, it wasn't bad. Along mile 4, I started talking to a guy who'd had a friend that worked at Area 51, which was somewhere off to our left as we were running. We chatted for a few miles, and went our seperate ways. at mile 7.7, the grade finally went downhill. It was a steady incline until that point. THe desert is gorgeous, the moon was great, and my head lamp made it to mile 11. At mile 11.5, my legs started protesting heavily. Mile 13.1, I was so glad it was over....but it was great. I enjoyed it so much, I ran one at Windsor castle a little over a month later.
Vegas on the whole, was nice. I can now say I've been there. the best part of the trip, other than the race, was the Titanic exhibit at the Luxor hotel. OMG. I adore everything Titanic. The exhibit was great, but the piece that they had on display last was worth the horrible plane ride into Vegas. It was known as the 'Big Piece'.....a section of the hull of Titanic, hanging from a crane, in this huge room. I coulda passed out right then and there. I stood there, open-mouthed at the closest thing I would EVER get to being at the Titanic. The only time I've ever had that feeling of awe at history was when I was standing at the grave of Elizabeth I of England.
As soon as I got back to Washington, it was full wedding madness as my SIL got married. Fun time, but busy busy busy.
I got back to the UK in time for the boys to start school....and I went back to school. And then we moved into base housing, and I love my new house.
I am currently in my last 2 classes for my degree. I will be done in a couple weeks, and I can't wait. I graduate in May. YAY!!!!!!!!!!
Ok, I think that's enough of an update for now........
The last time I updated was about 6 months ago, before I went back to the US for a while. Wow, so much has happened.....
First off, 3 and a half weeks in Georgia with my parents. Yea....not so much. My Dad didn't recognize most of us, which sucked. He gets stressed easily when thigns aren't 'normal' for him, and so us in the house threw him off. My mom doesn't see this, I swear the woman is in denial, which is kinda understandable. So the kids and I did ALOT of travelling. As in AVIS will probably never rent me a car again...I put 3000 miles on a car in 3 WEEKS. Yea, I'm all for unlimited mileage when I rent a car. Went to see Other while I was there, he requested my presence before he left for war climates. The only reason I mention this is because of the instance that took place on the way there. I'm whipping down the highway, making fabulous time on my way to South Carolina, when I get pulled over. Crap. I'm not gonna lie, I was speeding. Did I care when the cop asked? Not too much. well, to make a kinda boring story short, come to find out, VDOT (in their infinite wisdom) cancelled my driver's license. I had sent proof of living overseas so I could have address exemption on my license. Rather than giving me the exemption, the asshats cancelled my license. THanks to the ticket, I found out. The REALLY funny part about this is that the State Trooper that pulled me over was supposed to arrest me for driving without a license. Which he was kind enough NOT to do.
As if the ticket wasn't enough, I got rearended in North Carolina, at a stoplight. In a rental car. Could my trip get ANY better??????? Of course......
I do not speak to my biological mother. For good reason, too. Threatening to hunt down your daughter and kill her and her whole family tends to dampen family relations. ANywho, I went to see my grandmother, at the beach. She takes the boys out for some fun at the amusement park, while I stay home and write a paper. The doorbell rings, and I open the door. To see my biological mother standing there with her idiotic boyfriend grinning like a cheshire cat. I slammed the door and went on about my business.
My time in Washington, although busy as hell, was the highlight of my summer in the US. School kept me busy, and so did training for my half marathon. I was there for 2 weeks when Ziggy got there. My half marathon.......
Let me state first off that I HATE flying. Abhor it. Loathe flying with every fiber of my being. NOT AFRAID of it......I just hate it. This being said, there is no intercontinental rail system, so therefore I cannot ban myself from flying. I took a flight to Las Vegas from Portland. And after that landing, I will NEVER EVER NEVER fly into Las Vegas again. EVER. I had vomit in the back of my throat when we hit the ground, it was THAT bumpy of a landing. The poor Chinese lady sitting next to me couldn't speak English, but she was nice enough not to yell at me for nearly hurling all over her. The worst part of my trip to Vegas was over....I got to the hotel, checked in, and went to eat at a restaurant in Circus Circus that was supposed to be the best steak on the strip. Not so much.
The race. The Extraterrestrial Full Moon half marathon was freaking awesome!!!!!!!! My goal was 3 hours. I didn't hit that, but I was able to finish and walk around afterwards without dying as soon as I crossed the finish line. I finished in 3 hours, 15 minutes. I was pretty proud of myself (I still am). Great event, lots of people, but it was so well planned that you felt like family. The scenery....let me tell you about the scenery. You get bussed out to the 'Black mailbox', dropped off, and you run back into Rachel, NV, to the Alienn Inn, for breakfast. Full moon.....bit chilly, but once you were moving, it wasn't bad. Along mile 4, I started talking to a guy who'd had a friend that worked at Area 51, which was somewhere off to our left as we were running. We chatted for a few miles, and went our seperate ways. at mile 7.7, the grade finally went downhill. It was a steady incline until that point. THe desert is gorgeous, the moon was great, and my head lamp made it to mile 11. At mile 11.5, my legs started protesting heavily. Mile 13.1, I was so glad it was over....but it was great. I enjoyed it so much, I ran one at Windsor castle a little over a month later.
Vegas on the whole, was nice. I can now say I've been there. the best part of the trip, other than the race, was the Titanic exhibit at the Luxor hotel. OMG. I adore everything Titanic. The exhibit was great, but the piece that they had on display last was worth the horrible plane ride into Vegas. It was known as the 'Big Piece'.....a section of the hull of Titanic, hanging from a crane, in this huge room. I coulda passed out right then and there. I stood there, open-mouthed at the closest thing I would EVER get to being at the Titanic. The only time I've ever had that feeling of awe at history was when I was standing at the grave of Elizabeth I of England.
As soon as I got back to Washington, it was full wedding madness as my SIL got married. Fun time, but busy busy busy.
I got back to the UK in time for the boys to start school....and I went back to school. And then we moved into base housing, and I love my new house.
I am currently in my last 2 classes for my degree. I will be done in a couple weeks, and I can't wait. I graduate in May. YAY!!!!!!!!!!
Ok, I think that's enough of an update for now........
Friday, June 19, 2009
So my update
Yea, I've left this hanging for a while. I apologize. School and such has had priority over my blog life.
Running. Well, it seems that my running has plateaued out my fitness, despite the fact my allergies are waging war on me. So I think I need to step up the speed work. Over the weekend, I was running at RAF Mildenhall, and kicked it into gear to where I was doing sub-9 minute mile times. I wasn't holding it for very long, but it was impressive for me to see that. So I think I may have to get off the treadmill with my speed work. Which is ok, I suppose. I would rather run outside that on a treadmill anyways. Am I gonna finish this half marathon to which I have commited myself? One way or another, yes.
School. Only one class this summer. recent American history, from World War 2, forward. Have I mentioned my loathing for American history? No? Well, now I have. I loathe American history. Yes, sounds rather unpatriotic. But it is me, and I am patriotic, dammit.
Laundry. Well, the laundry is working because I am getting ready to start packing for my sojourn back to the US for the summer. I just dread security and flying. I ahte that part. I'm just ready to get this trip going.
We'll see what happens
Running. Well, it seems that my running has plateaued out my fitness, despite the fact my allergies are waging war on me. So I think I need to step up the speed work. Over the weekend, I was running at RAF Mildenhall, and kicked it into gear to where I was doing sub-9 minute mile times. I wasn't holding it for very long, but it was impressive for me to see that. So I think I may have to get off the treadmill with my speed work. Which is ok, I suppose. I would rather run outside that on a treadmill anyways. Am I gonna finish this half marathon to which I have commited myself? One way or another, yes.
School. Only one class this summer. recent American history, from World War 2, forward. Have I mentioned my loathing for American history? No? Well, now I have. I loathe American history. Yes, sounds rather unpatriotic. But it is me, and I am patriotic, dammit.
Laundry. Well, the laundry is working because I am getting ready to start packing for my sojourn back to the US for the summer. I just dread security and flying. I ahte that part. I'm just ready to get this trip going.
We'll see what happens
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Yorktowntop
Yes, I am still in the UK.........half marathon hasn't happened yet, it's in August. I'm still training for it, though. I just want to finish vertically.
I need to write on here more......will do that again in a few hours
I need to write on here more......will do that again in a few hours
Saturday, April 25, 2009
WHat was I thinking?
The number 13 doesn't normally strike fear into my heart the way that it would with others. Not a number to be afraid of in my family. Why? Well, my brother was born on Friday the 13th. 13 has always been lucky for the Neals. So I signed up for a half marathon. It's the E.T. Half Marathon. Run on the E.T. Highway, outside of (where else?) Area 51 in Nevada. Seriously, how cool does this event sound (it's run at midnight because it's Iraq-hot during the day)??? Aliens...midnight...top secret squirrel shit happening over your shoulder...get the idea? So to get the 'full' experience, I signed up for the event that starts at the 'Black mailbox'. Yea, the place where folks meet to watch for UFO's over Groom Lake in Nevada. Hey, if you're gonna go to the E.T. running events, might as well get the full experience, right, START AT THE BLACK MAILBOX. And the event that starts at the 'Black Mailbox' is the half marathon.
Did you catch those two words?? HALF MARATHON. Meaning 13.1 miles. Half of 26.2 miles. 13 M-I-L-E-S. We're talking 2 2/2 to 3 hours of abject agony on my body. Because I wanted the full alien experience, and signed up, paid money to run 13.1 miles. WTF was I thinking? I am now terrified of the number 13. 6 miles, I got. 7 I can do (painfully, but I can do it). Why did I think I could pull off 13?????
Let me take you back to Balad AB, Iraq, 4 years ago. Me, running my first 5k, cursing Paul the whole way. And now I dare aspire to 13 miles? Surely I am Icarus flitting around the sky, right? I've been training, but I dread my days I run long distances. I am terrified of anything over 7 miles now....why? Who knows, but I'd say mostly fear of failing miserably.
Did you catch those two words?? HALF MARATHON. Meaning 13.1 miles. Half of 26.2 miles. 13 M-I-L-E-S. We're talking 2 2/2 to 3 hours of abject agony on my body. Because I wanted the full alien experience, and signed up, paid money to run 13.1 miles. WTF was I thinking? I am now terrified of the number 13. 6 miles, I got. 7 I can do (painfully, but I can do it). Why did I think I could pull off 13?????
Let me take you back to Balad AB, Iraq, 4 years ago. Me, running my first 5k, cursing Paul the whole way. And now I dare aspire to 13 miles? Surely I am Icarus flitting around the sky, right? I've been training, but I dread my days I run long distances. I am terrified of anything over 7 miles now....why? Who knows, but I'd say mostly fear of failing miserably.
Saturday, January 03, 2009
Well, here goes nothing
So I've had this story knocking around my head for a while, and I think it could be a novel. So I started writing it. May eventually look into getting an agent and seeing if I can get it published. So, here goes nothing.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Year in Review
Well, being as it's New Year's Eve, it's time for my year in review. I look back on this last year and am in awe of the changes that have taken place.
For anyone who doesn't know, Viriginia was not a good place for Ziggy and I to be. Virginia, and the atmosphere of where we worked, along with several other factors, nearly ended our marriage. This is how 2008 started for me. Stressed and strained marriage, getting ready to move across the world. So what did I do for New Years 2008? Went to Washington State with the little people. We were gone for nearly a month.
February brought things to a head between us, literally 48 hours before we got on a plane to move to England. So we moved.
Living in England has done wonders for us and our marriage. School is going well for me, Joseph's doing good, and the little people are doing well. We have really worked on things between us, and gotten ourselves back to where we were before we moved to Virginia.
So what does 2009 hold? For starters, I will graduate from college with my Bachelor's degree. MiniZiggy will start school (thank God!). We will pay off the truck. I will run my first half marathon. Things are good now. And we are working to keep them that way. As for everything else, we'll see what happens.....
For anyone who doesn't know, Viriginia was not a good place for Ziggy and I to be. Virginia, and the atmosphere of where we worked, along with several other factors, nearly ended our marriage. This is how 2008 started for me. Stressed and strained marriage, getting ready to move across the world. So what did I do for New Years 2008? Went to Washington State with the little people. We were gone for nearly a month.
February brought things to a head between us, literally 48 hours before we got on a plane to move to England. So we moved.
Living in England has done wonders for us and our marriage. School is going well for me, Joseph's doing good, and the little people are doing well. We have really worked on things between us, and gotten ourselves back to where we were before we moved to Virginia.
So what does 2009 hold? For starters, I will graduate from college with my Bachelor's degree. MiniZiggy will start school (thank God!). We will pay off the truck. I will run my first half marathon. Things are good now. And we are working to keep them that way. As for everything else, we'll see what happens.....
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Brandy and Woot
I no longer have your email addresses. Please drop me a message at afeskimo@yahoo.com
Monday, September 01, 2008
My birthday
1 September is my birthday. And not even my closest friends remembered. Granted, I live in a different country, but in this world of internet and electronic mail, you'd think I'd get messages from those I've always held dear. But no, I didn't.
Really puts perspective on where I rate with these folks, doesn't it? Saves me stamps for others' cards.....
Really puts perspective on where I rate with these folks, doesn't it? Saves me stamps for others' cards.....
Monday, August 25, 2008
No longer a doormat
There are people in this world that demand rather high standards for how people treat them, while they have no concept of treating anyone else any better than dirt. Rather than using communication to get through a conflict, they'd rather bitch at others and make them feel like crap until the other person changes their behavior to more acceptable. Well, I'm not taking the crap anymore.
I require being treated with the same respect and consideration that others demand for themselves. Friendship cannot be built without mutual respect. I refuse to be a doormat to anyone. I also refuse to be anyone's punching bag.
I am a human being, an adult, and I demand to be treated with respect if anyone is planning to be a friend of mine. You will afford me the same courtesies that you require for yourself. You will treat me the same way you want to be treated. I require adult communication, not adolescent sulking when you don't get your way.
Comply or get the fuck out.
I require being treated with the same respect and consideration that others demand for themselves. Friendship cannot be built without mutual respect. I refuse to be a doormat to anyone. I also refuse to be anyone's punching bag.
I am a human being, an adult, and I demand to be treated with respect if anyone is planning to be a friend of mine. You will afford me the same courtesies that you require for yourself. You will treat me the same way you want to be treated. I require adult communication, not adolescent sulking when you don't get your way.
Comply or get the fuck out.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Oh yea!!
Finals are over, and I am enjoying some much needed time off from school. Feels good to recharge and not worry about classes or deadlines for a bit.
My car is officially registered, so I can now consider myself completely moved and adjusted to England. YAY!!!!
Scout starts back to school Monday, I am soooo glad.
MiniZiggy is making good progress on potty training, which is very encouraging. MiniMachine does well enough for a 2 year old, I don't expect her to achieve perfection at just 2 years old. She's so funny when she goes in the bathroom to potty, she has a little song that she has to sing when she pulls her pull-up down, and one for when she pulls it back up. So funny!!!
Her birthday is Wednesday, and next weekend is her party. I can hardly wait, it's going to be so cute with the party stuff I bought her!!!...
My car is officially registered, so I can now consider myself completely moved and adjusted to England. YAY!!!!
Scout starts back to school Monday, I am soooo glad.
MiniZiggy is making good progress on potty training, which is very encouraging. MiniMachine does well enough for a 2 year old, I don't expect her to achieve perfection at just 2 years old. She's so funny when she goes in the bathroom to potty, she has a little song that she has to sing when she pulls her pull-up down, and one for when she pulls it back up. So funny!!!
Her birthday is Wednesday, and next weekend is her party. I can hardly wait, it's going to be so cute with the party stuff I bought her!!!...
Friday, August 22, 2008
Oh please
It just runs me batty when people want to be self-righteous and hypocritical. For instance, I've got this friend that dated a woman who was married for the better part of the 3 or so years they were together. And yet if I jokingly flirt with him, I get admonished that I'm a married woman and should behave. WTF?!?! Who the hell are you to judge me?? Get real...
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Free at Last!
It's 2:26AM and I have just turned in my latest and LAST paper for this semester--YAY!!! Happy dance has officially commenced. 11 sources, 15 pages, plus bibliography and endnotes. It counts 40% of my grade in the class. Now all I have to do is muddle through finals, and I can breathe easier.....
Monday, August 11, 2008
An update
Wow, it's been a while.
School, I have to say, has me dragging my feet, and I am at the end of a very crucial semester. I really need to make good in these 3 classes, so that I can continue to attend school and finish this blasted degree. I took on took much in the first semester, and now I am paying the price for it. It caught me up, believe me. I am learning patience. I have one huge paper du next week, and I haven't started writing it. But I will tomorrow. Procrastination has been a big problem since learning that my financial aid is gone. With regards to school, I feel as though I have a lead weight attached to me, and it's just dragging me down harder and harder as I get closer to the end of the semester. This is bad, of course, because I have to write huge papers that count an awful lot towards my degree. And I REALLY don't want to take these classes again.
Finals are coming up, and believe me, I dread them. I am one of those people that test anxiety just kills. Especially with the study guides that I get. I get these guides for an exam that may not be the version that the guide is written for, and am expected to remember all 50 identifications off the top of my head, in it's entirety, for 3 classes. Yea. Not gonna happen. And it seems that no matter how well I feel I have prepared for the final, it always throws me huge curve balls. The part I dread the most about finals, is teh time after the test has been taken. That dead time between when the test is taken, and when the grade is posted absolutely kills me. I age decades in that time of waiting, I kid you not.
I did rather well Spring semester, 3 B's and a C. Rather respectable, I thought. But my overall GPA is a 1.8, as I failed a class Fall semester. I have to have a 2.0 to get my financial aid back. As long as I'm doing well, I can still take classes, until my GPA goes back over 2.0. That's why these 3 classes are factoring so much into my degree for me (that and I just don't want to take the classes again). I need B's.....pretty badly....
I got sick a few weeks ago, and it threw off my housework schedule. My laundry got behind. I am so behind in general. I feel drained, like I am playing chronic catch-up......only I never seem to get anywhere.
School, I have to say, has me dragging my feet, and I am at the end of a very crucial semester. I really need to make good in these 3 classes, so that I can continue to attend school and finish this blasted degree. I took on took much in the first semester, and now I am paying the price for it. It caught me up, believe me. I am learning patience. I have one huge paper du next week, and I haven't started writing it. But I will tomorrow. Procrastination has been a big problem since learning that my financial aid is gone. With regards to school, I feel as though I have a lead weight attached to me, and it's just dragging me down harder and harder as I get closer to the end of the semester. This is bad, of course, because I have to write huge papers that count an awful lot towards my degree. And I REALLY don't want to take these classes again.
Finals are coming up, and believe me, I dread them. I am one of those people that test anxiety just kills. Especially with the study guides that I get. I get these guides for an exam that may not be the version that the guide is written for, and am expected to remember all 50 identifications off the top of my head, in it's entirety, for 3 classes. Yea. Not gonna happen. And it seems that no matter how well I feel I have prepared for the final, it always throws me huge curve balls. The part I dread the most about finals, is teh time after the test has been taken. That dead time between when the test is taken, and when the grade is posted absolutely kills me. I age decades in that time of waiting, I kid you not.
I did rather well Spring semester, 3 B's and a C. Rather respectable, I thought. But my overall GPA is a 1.8, as I failed a class Fall semester. I have to have a 2.0 to get my financial aid back. As long as I'm doing well, I can still take classes, until my GPA goes back over 2.0. That's why these 3 classes are factoring so much into my degree for me (that and I just don't want to take the classes again). I need B's.....pretty badly....
I got sick a few weeks ago, and it threw off my housework schedule. My laundry got behind. I am so behind in general. I feel drained, like I am playing chronic catch-up......only I never seem to get anywhere.
Monday, July 07, 2008
Good grief and a blast from the past
It's been a long time since I've posted on here. REason being, no one reads this anymore. Why don't I take it down? Excellent question, as the moment I go to do it, someone pipes up and says "Leave it up, I read it!" I'm a sucker, I know.....
I ran a 5k on July 4th, and that was singularly the WORST event I have run in. Never, ever, never should you run through the start/finish HALFWAY through the race!!! This produces mass confusion with the runners! Oh yes, I speak from experience on this!
Blast from the past....Hi John!!!
I ran a 5k on July 4th, and that was singularly the WORST event I have run in. Never, ever, never should you run through the start/finish HALFWAY through the race!!! This produces mass confusion with the runners! Oh yes, I speak from experience on this!
Blast from the past....Hi John!!!
Friday, May 23, 2008
I just need to vent
Oh where to start? I don't write much on here anymore, I think the blogging craze has died down. But when I need to vent, this is a good place for it.
There are times when I think I should've stayed in the U.S. Not because of the people in the UK, or antying like that, but because of you. We were fine until I went to Iraq. Then you left. Then we had a baby. Then you pretty well walked away from me emotionally. sexually, you turned into a prude. I told you repeatedly what I needed, and you blew me off. SO I got what I needed, and you got upset. You're running around behind my back trying to ruin whomever I talk to, and I can't imagine why. You think something was stolen from you, and yet you can't tell ME about it. No, you'd prefer to tell anyone else but me about it, though I am the one it concerns. What's that saying? You haven't got the balls to talk to me first about anything, you just run off and do your own thing, like you are all that matters. So what, I got pictures? WHat does it matter? You don't send me pictures. Why drag work into things? I sent you pictures. When will you realize that I am trying to get you to do the same things?
Now when I try to tell you how I feel, you give me this blank look, and you don't say anything back to me except Awww. Don't you know how hard it is for me to tell you how I feel? I wasn't raised to express feelings like that, and only until you came along could I do it and feel comfortable. And now you blow me off. How's that supposed to make me feel? Now I just feel like I'm being left behind, trailed along because I have the kids, like an afterthought.
Who else are you going to attack for sending me pictures? I mean why limit it to one, right? It smacks of Bobby, to be honest. I am unimpressed. Just run off everyone and I'm only yours, right? You're running me off from you, in case you haven't noticed. You don't take hints well, and tell things to you bluntly seems to upset you further, so what am I supposed to do? I get blamed for everything you don't get to do, and I'm sick of it. You don't want me going out to a club, then by damn you don't need to go do it. Fair's fair, right? You spend most of your time keeping up with the guys from work anyways, the games, all that. It doesn't make a damned bit of difference.
There are times when I think I should've stayed in the U.S. Not because of the people in the UK, or antying like that, but because of you. We were fine until I went to Iraq. Then you left. Then we had a baby. Then you pretty well walked away from me emotionally. sexually, you turned into a prude. I told you repeatedly what I needed, and you blew me off. SO I got what I needed, and you got upset. You're running around behind my back trying to ruin whomever I talk to, and I can't imagine why. You think something was stolen from you, and yet you can't tell ME about it. No, you'd prefer to tell anyone else but me about it, though I am the one it concerns. What's that saying? You haven't got the balls to talk to me first about anything, you just run off and do your own thing, like you are all that matters. So what, I got pictures? WHat does it matter? You don't send me pictures. Why drag work into things? I sent you pictures. When will you realize that I am trying to get you to do the same things?
Now when I try to tell you how I feel, you give me this blank look, and you don't say anything back to me except Awww. Don't you know how hard it is for me to tell you how I feel? I wasn't raised to express feelings like that, and only until you came along could I do it and feel comfortable. And now you blow me off. How's that supposed to make me feel? Now I just feel like I'm being left behind, trailed along because I have the kids, like an afterthought.
Who else are you going to attack for sending me pictures? I mean why limit it to one, right? It smacks of Bobby, to be honest. I am unimpressed. Just run off everyone and I'm only yours, right? You're running me off from you, in case you haven't noticed. You don't take hints well, and tell things to you bluntly seems to upset you further, so what am I supposed to do? I get blamed for everything you don't get to do, and I'm sick of it. You don't want me going out to a club, then by damn you don't need to go do it. Fair's fair, right? You spend most of your time keeping up with the guys from work anyways, the games, all that. It doesn't make a damned bit of difference.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Happenings
My car is here, YAY!!! I took the little people to Asda yesterday (English version of Wal Mart), just to see what was to be seen. Cheaper than shopping on the rest of the economy, I'll say.
Now, I don't proclaim to be the perfect or ideal wife. Far from it. I admit to having been part of the "harem" of a friend of mine. But I can say with all honesty that I am glad those days are over. The friend is still a friend, and better off that way. Part of me thinks that ultimately, that friend wants his past to be known by the one closest to him. Why? Perhaps it is to breathe easier, knowing that things don't have to be hidden anymore. Or maybe to bring the consequences on, knowing that ultimately, they may be the best for everyone. Sometimes it is easier to ask for forgiveness rather than permission, as the saying goes. I don't know what the thought process is, honestly, so I am just speculating. But it is something that has made me wonder for a while now.
I am getting a new sewing machine. It's fancy-shmancy and does the free motion quilting that I have wanted to start doing. Now, if I can just find the blocks to Ziggy's quilt, I'll be all set. Then I can finish Ziggy's quilt, and get going on other projects I have waiting. It will be here on Friday, and it's being delivered from west of London. I got it on an absolute steal, even by US standards, as these machines usually cost double the price.
My princess, Mini-Machine, is potty training. And at the rate she's going, will be potty trained before Mini-Ziggy. I don't know what has gotten into the child, he's as lazy as can be about going to the potty. Mini-Machine? She freaked out the other night because she'd gotten out of the bathtub, and didn't make it to the potty in time, and wet herself a little. Poor little thing was all upset, too, crying like crazy. Her personality has really come out more in the last few weeks. She's a spunky little thing, and is just so cute. She has charmed one of Ziggy's co-workers. From Day 1, she's walked up to him and demanded he hold her, and he complies. It's so funny. She is all over him any time she sees him, like she's known him all her life. His wife and I joke that a cute blonde is after her husband.
Now, I don't proclaim to be the perfect or ideal wife. Far from it. I admit to having been part of the "harem" of a friend of mine. But I can say with all honesty that I am glad those days are over. The friend is still a friend, and better off that way. Part of me thinks that ultimately, that friend wants his past to be known by the one closest to him. Why? Perhaps it is to breathe easier, knowing that things don't have to be hidden anymore. Or maybe to bring the consequences on, knowing that ultimately, they may be the best for everyone. Sometimes it is easier to ask for forgiveness rather than permission, as the saying goes. I don't know what the thought process is, honestly, so I am just speculating. But it is something that has made me wonder for a while now.
I am getting a new sewing machine. It's fancy-shmancy and does the free motion quilting that I have wanted to start doing. Now, if I can just find the blocks to Ziggy's quilt, I'll be all set. Then I can finish Ziggy's quilt, and get going on other projects I have waiting. It will be here on Friday, and it's being delivered from west of London. I got it on an absolute steal, even by US standards, as these machines usually cost double the price.
My princess, Mini-Machine, is potty training. And at the rate she's going, will be potty trained before Mini-Ziggy. I don't know what has gotten into the child, he's as lazy as can be about going to the potty. Mini-Machine? She freaked out the other night because she'd gotten out of the bathtub, and didn't make it to the potty in time, and wet herself a little. Poor little thing was all upset, too, crying like crazy. Her personality has really come out more in the last few weeks. She's a spunky little thing, and is just so cute. She has charmed one of Ziggy's co-workers. From Day 1, she's walked up to him and demanded he hold her, and he complies. It's so funny. She is all over him any time she sees him, like she's known him all her life. His wife and I joke that a cute blonde is after her husband.
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