70 days

That's about the number of days I have left with Joseph before he goes.
Sometime in September. That's All I can say about when.
He will be gone for 6-8 months. Hopefully it will actually be 6 this time but it never has that's why I give a range.
There are ALWAYS pre deployment work ups but this time they are getting all these extra classes and stuff.
Just seems never ending.
He has been home about 2.75 years now with EOD school and the 2 moves and all.
Not that EOD school was like having him around.
I just think I am in shock.
I miss my pendleton / lar girls .
Thank goodness for face book right:)
I am so happy Joseph is living his dream I guess I am just readjusting mine again ( or looking for it)
Ok enough whining.
All I know is this
I am trying not to be scared
My husband is now a bomb tech
And I don't like change

Hopefully my friends who read my ramblings. Will still reAd even when I'm sad sometimes.

I promise new stories soon about Oscar the oppossum and Randy the raccoon.

Xoxo

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Fixing my timeline

OK I know i need to blog.
I suck. whatever.

The next few posts will seem out of order and they are.
some happened this summer and before the blog but the stories need to be told.

I am working on them now while cleaning for Josephs promotion party so they are coming I promise.

Now im going to give in to the grumpy pain of my lady time and try to catch up on 24.
Although I cant get over Freddie Prinze jr being on it.
Does not work. anyone agree? :)
More to come I promise.

You have to be Shitting me!!

So I finally fell asleep at about 3:30 this a.m. I love insomnia, anyway. I awoke to the whining of my smallest dog Izzy wanting to go out at 3:45. I get up and head to the living room to open the slider. Out all 3 of them go. I then decide to grab a spoonfull of ice cream while I wait.
They all come inside. I give them all treats and head back to bed.

I choose to walk down the hall with no light as to not wake up Joseph since he has to get up soon.
I kick off my Ugg slippers and get into bed.
My super nose kicks in and I smell... POOP.

At this point I am irratated because I just let them out and am wondering who the culprit is.
I turn on the light and see the small poop in the hall. IZZY.

Why the hell did she wake me up to go out if she was going to come back inside and poop.

I get up to pick it up and see she has peed too. (this is when I am glad my carpet is from 1980 ish were not really sure.)
Then I see the spots.
I head toward my Uggs.
Have I mentioned that I have the Ugg slippers with the thick tread soles.

I pick them up and see one fine sole, then...
One poop covered sole.

I now spend 20 minutes cleaning up the carpet.

Now it's time to clean the Ugg.

I take it to the bathroom to brush Poop into the toliet.

Before I can start I drop my Ugg into the toilet.

Only the top hit the water for a second and the water was clean, but thats not the point.
so now I head to the kitchen and get a wooden kabob skewer and try to fix the situation.

I scrape and such for 10 minutes.
The Ugg is alive but very sad.

All this is going on and my lab harley is looking at me with pity, my big puggle Sam has gone to hide with Joseph and Izzy the culprit is following me around looking for love and treats.

Did I mentioned all this happened because I didn't want to turn the hall light on because Joseph was sleeping. Did I mention he sleeps thru anything. Truly anything.

Am I being punished for eating ice cream at 4a.m.??

Yup this is my life.

Feel free to laugh.
:)

mexican mormon cricket invasion

Ok so a few months ago we had a few crickets in the house. Random places here and there and they would show up in the guest bathroom tub.
Then I went to get the mail....
Our mailbox is attached to the house.
The lid closed and a few crickets scurried up the house.
It was icky.
It only proceeded to get worse.
They came out in droves. I was afraid to get the mail.
So one day Hubby lifted the box away from the house.
OH GROSS!! They were lined up side by side from one end to the other.
Some large some obviously babies.
Now I know killing crickets is bad luck but when you have a nest of them....
The box is about a foot long and 6 inches high.
Imagine how many crickets that is.
I asked hubby to get rid of them but he didnt get around to it before he left for DC.
So one day a week or so ago I took out my mail and had to shake the crickets off of it.
I decided enough was enough and it was time for eviction!~!

Just for future reference evicting crickets is alot harder than one expects.

I got out the ortho home max defense spray.
So i went and sprayed it around the edges of the house and walk as instructed.
Then i sprayed around the windows.
Then I sprayed around the mailbox.....
I sprayed in the mailbox.

You would be amazed at the amount it took to kill one.
As I sprayed behind the mailbox, which was a feat lifting it with one hand and holding the jug and spraying with the other.
They fled for their lives.
Crawling or almost running up the side of my house.
I kept spraying the house.
Every 30 seconds or so one would POP off towards me, and I would jump 10 feet in the air.
I then got the hose that was left in the front yard by the last people, figuring I would hose them down and drown them.
I turn on the hose and discover it is cracked half way thru and I am now soaked.
I pick up the hose and spray down the house from the crack in the hose.
Yeah crickets dont drown either.
They just continue to jump off the house toward me.
EEEEEWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
I can not explain how disgusting this was.
I used the bug spray again then gave up and went to the gym.
When I got home they were hopping all over the walk and some had invaded my guest bathtub.
They have not reinvaded behind my mailbox but there is now a loud chirping in my garage......

Moral of the story.

Crickets breed like crazy.
When you see one there are 500 more in hiding.

They do not like eviction and will try to jump on your head.
Im grossed out typing this!!

It was fun when my friend L and I named them but....

I now live in fear of crickets.
I used to love the book a cricket in times square.

I am pretty sure they are rethinking their attack plan and regenerating their forces.
I am waiting for their arrival.
But with bug spray not working im afraid they may win......
EH who needs mail..

Crying in public and Forgery.

Crying in public and forgery....

I have discovered as of late that these are 2 VERY important life skills to have.

So here is the story...

My laptop recently decided to stop working. Hubby and I took it to a large electronics store.
We were told that it was going to cost 150$$ to fix the issue. After discussing why the hell I bought a warranty the employee figured out a way for me to circumvent the fees and only spend 49.99. OK I may have started crying because we couldn't afford to pay 150$ to fix a PC I paid for a warranty for.
We didn't have the external hard drive with us to back it up, so I had to go back again. Today....

I got some bad news on the way to the big electronics store today which proved very useful.
I was with a good friend of mine and we headed into the store with the lap top and the Ext hard drive.
We waited in line and finally got to the counter. I explained to the guy what we were told and what I needed done. He preceded to tell me it would cost 150$ to send it out for a MONTH!!. he also would not show me the price chart.... SHADY.
The I finally got so frustrated I started crying. ;)
the customer service guy said he could not help me. Crying ensued. I was honestly frustrated at this point.
The crying had obviously rattled the guy so... I kept crying. Not obnoxiously, just quietly. he went to talk to his manager and 2 minutes later.... all would be fixed for 49.99$$.
OK did I take advantage of the poor guy. ?.? HELL NO
They told me they would fix it for that price and I was getting what was promised!!
Were in a recession dammit!!
I also bought a 300$ warranty why??
So ladies the lesson for today. Tears can sometimes be used for good ;)

FORGERY

People charge for outrageous crap these days.
EVERY TIME I need my Doctor to sign anything or release a form it costs me $50.00.

After having the Pulmonary Embolism this summer and my anxiety issues I have needed to get forms released and filled out at different times.
I am going BROKE with this shit!!.
My friend and I developed a plan today....

If I was to just get a folding chair and a tray table and set it up down the hall from the office, I could charge $35 for a signature and everyone would win..;)

OK I'm just kidding about the actual forgery but it would save me some hella cash.
I am eagerly anticipating the forms I need filled out for the USMC exceptional family member program. Wonder how much that will cost. UGH!!

So what have we learned today....

1.) Crying in public just may sometimes be the means to an end.

2.) Find a doctor who stamps things instead of signing them.
Then steal the stamp.

bye for now......

New Kid On The Blog

O.K. people.

Everyone always says I should be on TV or blog or something so here I go.
This blog is and will be about my daily life and all the crap that happens within it. ;)
I have great friends, a great husband and somehow still end up a confused mess.
I hope your entertained by all this. If not stop reading. It's that simple.
Life should be that simple.
I will look into that and let you all know the results of my fact finding mission.

You may know me or we may be acquaintances, but I'm sure you know that I am delightful.
Delightful meaning, sarcastic, bitchy and all around pleasant to be around...

OK stay tuned for more but right now I must attend to the Cricket Cult that is growing behind my mailbox.