A very boring sunday

I'm sitting here watching the Bears v Packers game and am beyond irritated with the Bears performance, but that's really nothing new at this point.  The joy of being a Chicago anything fan is being accustomed to being frustrated and heartbroken for years at a time.

My fantasy team is doing decent this week but if you've been watching me on twitter at all (molly_danger), you know that I am PISSED at Matt Ryan.  If anyone has a personal connection to him, can you please let him know that his sub-par performance in the last 3 weeks has officially placed him on the bench and possibly into the FA pool on my espn league?

We're dogsitting a Yorkie Poo who is apparently not housebroken.  I'm close to locking the dog in a closet for the next 9 days until her owner returns.  We are going to have to steam clean the whole upstairs at this point (thank god that we don't have carpet all over the house).  Anyone have any suggestions on how to get pet remnants out of the base housing carpet so we can pass the blacklight test?  I really don't want to have to worry about this later and my dog is housebroken... and trained.  She is over the little dog who keeps jumping on her and trying to powerbomb her from the couch.

I have 2 weeks left at el jobo.  It's going to be the longest 2 weeks ever.  I asked my boss last week if she had posted my job yet and she hadn't.  I gave her 4 weeks notice and she has not posted my job on nafjobs yet.  WTF.  She's about worthless as a person and she thinks that she'll just have her current staff run it instead of finding someone to take over the position.  I gave her ample time so that the new person would possibly be hired in somewhere near mid-October.  Way to go.  Bravo.  That's pretty indicative of how she feels about her own job anymore as well.

Have I ever mentioned that I'm a couponer?  Well, I am.  I have enough pasta for the next year.  I also scored some super sweet deals this last week thanks to all the razor coupons that were released.  Superman is officially golden on razors, I snagged him 4 Shick Hydro w/ spare blade, 4 Titanium Quattro's with spare blades, myself 16 quattro blades, 4 things of shaving cream, and 4 boxes of tampons for $3.20.  My receipt told me I saved 72 bucks on just that stuff.  I was super excited.  I decided that if we are going to be dealing with the big D, I'm going to be prepared so that I don't have to buy crap for him and he doesn't buy it over there, especially if I can get it for free.  I'm also stocked up completely on spare toothbrushes and toothpaste.  There is some fun little game about getting things for free.  Now, do I get things for free that I don't need and hoard them?  No.  I kept getting dog food for free (actually, paid to buy it) which sounds awesome, except my dog doesn't eat it.  So I was giving it away.  Right now I have 3 containers of Ben Gay that I won't use that I'm trying to find a new home for because they actually paid me to buy them.  I'm not going to lie and say I love my commissary, it's tiny, the selection sucks, and it's just depressing.  But, I shop there a lot because it's cheap and there is nothing better than getting free stuff off of it.  Plus, any normal store is over 15 miles away and their prices are ridiculous.  When did coffee start costing $12 a container for Folgers?!?

Update on my fantasy football team, Matt Ryan still has negative points.  ARGH.

The Big D and other D's

We got the news about our bucket/band/whatever they want to call it these days... it totally ruins a lot of things.  I was totally prepared for January/February.  I was NOT prepared for the month they chose.  Damnit.  Based on the crew that's going, it doesn't look to be one of the super dangerous ones like the group that just went.  I'm happy about that... but I'm not happy with the people who have been assigned to the group.  As a matter of fact, 2 of them specifically are on my super shit list.  I have no respect for them, I don't even like them and I'm not comfortable with one of them being remotely responsible for protecting my husband's ass.  This is the same fucktard (yes, I pulled that card) that chipped Superman's tooth trying to joke with him, was told he could have 2 beers and then got wasted underage and subsequently put me in a predicament, lied to me, is a mouthy little bastard who doesn't know his place, pisses me off on a regular basis because he's an IDIOT, has the IQ of a ground squirrel, argues with people about random things and is always wrong, constantly needs to be watched and corrected, and did I mention he's stupid?!  My biggest fear is that something will happen to Superman because he's too stupid to recognize a situation.  He fell off a fire truck last week.  Just for the record, that's not normal.  I don't actually know anyone besides this guy that has.  He had to go get x-rays because he fell of during an exercise ONTO his air pak.  He missed a step because he doesn't pay attention.  He also thinks it's hilarious and a joke that he hasn't finished his CDC's in a timely manner.  I, on the other hand, am not impressed with his stupidity, lack of commitment, or anything related to his sub-par ability to function as an adult in an adult environment.  You know what, I'm going to stop because I won't say anything else nice.  The other guy is Superman's workout buddy who seems to think that the world revolves around him.

How do you handle dealing with a situation like this?  We don't have the same types of deployments that involve the whole unit leaving, we only send like 6 or so.  I can't even think of a worst person to accompany him.  I know I'm over thinking this since we are still many months out and things could change.  But the idiot is already whining about having to go because that's when he's supposed to get married, wah wah wah.  It's already gotten to the point where I actually looked at him and told him to get over it because the AF doesn't exactly compromise or care when you're getting married and you don't get to tell them how it is.

There's the other situation I'm not feeling right now.  Is anyone else noticing that there are a lot of people that are joining the military that think the world revolves around them and their lives?  Maybe it's because I'm older, maybe it's because I have family that's served, but I was under the impression that when you're serving in the military, you're serving.  They aren't catering to your life and all the stupid crap you want to do with your "free" time.  We cherish our free time together and the ability to spend some time to our friends.  He proudly serves in the AF, I proudly stand beside him.  Does it irritate me when the military tells me how I'm going to live my life?  Yes.  Do I sometimes want to tell the AF where to shove it?  You betcha.  I just really don't understand people.  I'm just so sick of selfish people, and that goes for the wives too.


Has anyone seen the facebook group, "Overly Sensitive Military Wives"?  They take pictures of overweight military wives and post it on the internet so that other people can make fun of them.  The call them dependepotamus.  And we wonder why people are having an issue with bullying?  Have you ever heard a 5 year old tell someone he was stupid and that he was going to stomp him... during a soccer PRACTICE?  Makes you wonder what is going on in their home lives and what they're teaching their kids.  Because you know, you're totally supposed to get all dolled up to go to the frickin' commissary for eggs.  I didn't get dressed up to go to class in college, why would I do my hair to go grocery shopping?

Friday Fill-In (late)

So, I'm a few days late on this..  but, well, that's just the story of my life at this point.

Head on over to Wifey to link up (probably on time, lol).

1. Right now, our weather is 67 degrees, crazy windy, and sunny.  But incredibly warmer than it has been (we frosted last week).

2. Sometimes I like to let my hair down and not brush it at all during the day.  Hah.  If my hair is down 2 things have happened 1) I just got out of the shower or 2) I just woke up or being incredibly lazy for the day.  My idea of letting my hair down involves stealing Superman's car and just CRUISING with the windows down, sunroof open and whatever I feel like listening to blasting on the radio.

3. Mommy Rambles made a post about heroes… my hero is  I don't know if I've ever had a hero.  I really like Michael Jordan, but we all know that he's not the greatest person.  I think if I had to pick one today it would be my grandmother.  She is the most humble person I know and has always put her family first, even in the toughest of times.  I think that anyone who is capable of overcoming some of the biggest challenges in life with their head held high should be considered a hero.  I guess I'm one of those weird people who never really had a hero, I had people I looked up to but I don't think any one person encompasses who I want to be when I grow up and I think that's what a hero is.  (Hah, I just read the link... that is a great compliment).

4. It’s a weird combination, but I swear potato chips ON sandwiches are a perfect pair! (YES THEY ARE J!) I also think that grape jelly on a taco is delicious.  I know that's super weird but trust me, when you're a kid and you think that grape jelly is like god's gift to the food world and tacos are just spicier than hell, it fixes it.

5. Some may see the glass half empty and others may see it half full, but I see the glass as just being there.  I'm not an optimist or a pessimist, I'm a realist and that's just how it goes.

New Job and the Crazy Boss Chronicles

I am supposed to be heading to work in approximately 5 minutes, but I'd rather update you guys.  Well, that I'm reinstalling my printer on laptop #2.

Anyway, I was offered and accepted the new job (woo-hoo) for a normal job that offers raises, potential, advancement, national certification, & training.  I also emailed the boss lady and told her when my last day was.  She's not exactly thrilled about the whole situation.  After the day was done on Monday, I was summoned (ok, not really, but she was going to call me so it was really just better to get it over with in person) to her office to speak to her about said resignation.  I didn't originally tell her what I would be doing, nor did I tell her why I was leaving.  Well, she asked, and well, I told her.  I told her I hated the place, I told her I felt disrespected as a person, I told her I didn't appreciate her snapping at me because someone wasn't listening, I told her how shitty I thought it was that she still hadn't spoken to me about the TDY I was supposed to go on, I told her how disrespectful it was to bother your employees at 8am on a Sunday when the building is closed.  I just kinda TOLD her.  I told her it wasn't the job, it was her and not only was it her, but it was how the facility ran.  I probably would have said much less but she told me that she felt that I was directing things at her.  She told me I was the best person she's ever had in that position, I have so much initiative, she doesn't want to see me go, I should rethink my decision, programs will never be the same, etc. etc. etc. word vomit.  Then, when she asked me why I didn't come to her, I said, "Well, what's the point?  Every time I've tried to tell you something you don't listen to me anyway."  And you know what?  That's the honest truth.  I've told her about the pay situation.  I've told her about the programming.  I've told her and told her until I'm blue in the face and she hasn't listened, paid attention, taken action, or anything; as a matter of fact she has actually ignored me and did it anyway.  I'm Done. 

Oh and then to top it all off, she said this... "How much would it cost me to keep you?"


Needless to say, I filled out my New Hire paperwork this morning.

National Guard

From time to time I receive e-mails asking me to post things for random organizations.  Usually, I will -- except for TGI Friday's.  Hell, I wasn't even nice when they asked.  There is no TGI Friday's here.  I haven't seen or eaten at one in over a year because we keep getting sent to places they aren't.  Where I live isn't a secret so when people ask me to post things about products that I don't have access to, I get a little irritated.

Anyway, the National Guard asked me to post about their Adventures program in the past, and I obliged.  The little bro is Nat'l Guard these days anyway.  Their newest program is also interactive and it's called My Life.  This interactive application allows you to choose different jobs and check out their career paths.  I may not be military myself, but I can tell you that I have toyed with the idea of serving.  Unfortunately, they aren't interested in me for a few reasons.  Anyway, this app lets you see where your choices will take you.  I've said before that student loans are the devil and I stand by that statement.  I'm going to tell you now, if you can find a way to have your college paid for free and clear (or with a little bit of requirements), omg, do it!  The national guard has some programs in place that pay for college in return for service.  Yes, you may get deployed and yes, it can be dangerous... but maybe I'm weird or maybe I've changed as I've gotten older but living a selfish life and in it for only yourself and not your family or anyone else, is stupid.  Do something important with your life.

REALLY?!

So, Superman totally thought it would be fun to surprise me on Friday after a supremely terrible day at work with some news.  Well, his mom was here too, which apparently meant that giving the news was super fun.  His bucket/band/wtfever is coming up.  Well, they announced his expected D month. 

I knew it was coming.

It didn't stop the tears.

No, it's not in the next 8-12 weeks.

I'm still pissed.


Now, I'm actually thinking about getting a refill on my stupid BC because you know what?  If for some obscene reason we magically got pregnant in the first few months, guess who would TOTALLY miss the birth?!  OMMFG.  The AF has it out for me, I'm telling you.  I'm over this shit.  I'm over my job.  I'm over my boss.  I really hope that crazy biotch gets arrested (yes, I know that's not nice but you know what?  I don't really care right now).  Not only have I been screwed repeatedly recently, and not the good kind, I'm apparently being TDY'd.  I don't know if I mentioned this so if it sounds familiar, I'm sorry but it HAS to come out again.  WHO THE HELL TDY's SOMEONE AND DOESN'T TALK TO THEM?!?! I'm NOT military.  God forbid I didn't have something to do that week, oh wait, I'm dogsitting.  No joke, crazy woman NEVER (and still hasn't) actually spoken to me about this TDY.  I'm supposed to go next Monday and she hasn't actually vocalized anything with me.  But you know what she was kind enough to do?  Email me 4 mother-effin' times on Friday to ask me about crap for this TDY and do I need help and have I gotten this done and blah blah blah.  Oh, and lastly, I run an instructional program for 60 3ish year olds.  If I'm not there, no one else does it.  Supposedly, I'm supposed to just cancel my program for the week to accommodate her TDY schedule.  I made a commitment to these people.

On Monday, I should get a phone call telling me whether or not I have a new job.  PLEASE send good juju my way for this one.  If I don't get a new job, it's possible someone might not live through the next couple of weeks.

Discombobulation.

So tonight was the Black Eyed Peas concert for www.minotrising.com.  Yes, Josh Duhamel is from Minot.  Yes, he's in town.  Yes, he's married to Fergie.  Yes, she's in town.  Yes, concert tickets were $100/pop (Holy EFFING HELL).  Blah, Blah, Blah.  I can't afford that, even if I wanted to (which I don't).  Does anyone remember the superbowl show?!  Why would you pay to see them this time??!  I do want to buy a shirt though. 
Anyway, I've been listening to our police scanner (yeah, I'm that person) and it's been nuts all night long.  Oh and to top it all off, frickin' Oregon got ROCKED by LSU.  If you've been following my twitter today there has been some serious discussion about the quality of LSU and their whiny little babies who fake injuries.  I'm not happy.

Does anyone remember me talking about babies?  Well, I think we have a plan.  If and when it happens, I'll let you know after I'm sure that it's viable.  Or probably sooner because I am a TERRIBLE secret keeper.  But we'll see.  I'm pretty terrified about the whole thing, not for the ready to do it part, but mainly because everyone and their frickin' mom keeps having miscarriages around here. 

Oh, and guess who has a formal interview with the job I really, really, want next Thursday!?!  ME!  I've already talked to them, this is pretty much a formality but I'll gladly go along with it.  I'm so excited.  I can't wait to talk to them (even though I've already talked to this lady and joked with her).  The whole prospect of this change is so damn exciting I can barely contain myself.  I'm like a kid with a $5 bill in my pocket, burning a hole in it.  I want to spend it so bad.  I want to change things soooo bad.  I'm so close to getting there and I'm so ready to do it.

Oh and tomorrow, my father-in-law, his ex-wife my mother-in-law, their daughter, and my sister-in-law's friend will be making their way into town.  Did I mention the friend?  No one asked us if they could bring a friend... we were told she was coming.  It's very interesting.  I'm curious as to where everyone is planning on sleeping now.  I'm so not looking forward to this one.  Hah.  See you all in about a week (maybe less if my brain explodes, which is entirely possible).