Busy Busy Busy

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, no entries since Wed.  Bnanas and I have been busy working on the new house so we can HOPEFULLY be out of this piece of crap rental.  All we have left to put up is ceilings and a few walls.  The ac should be done by either Mon or Tues.  Not sure when the cabinet guy is coming to install the cabinets, hoping really soon, especially if we are to be in there by the end of this month or before our rent is due on this hell hole. 

Autumn

Jack Frost.  Halloween.  The Great Pumpkin.  Thanksgiving.  Pilgrims and Indians.  Indian Summer.  Fall Back.  Oktoberfest.  Cornucopia overflowing.  Leaves with the multitudes of yellows, oranges, and fiery reds.  Hoodies.  Busting out rakes.  Jumping in piles of leaves.  Crisp air.  Cool breezes with the smell of Autumn.  Squirrels gathering nuts.  Pumpkin pie.  Pecan pie.  Apple pie.  Apple cider.  Leaves rustling.

I miss Autumn in Virginia. Especially at my parents house.  I love the smell of the air, the feel of the atmosphere and the smell of their house.  It always smells sooooo good there, a crisp fall with the smell of cinnamon and nutmeg

Dear Autumn hurry up and get here please!!!

Day TWO of WAR

While Bnanas and I were working on the new house today, I had to leave to go pick up MB from the bus.  MB and I get back to the house (we won't let her stay alone at the other house).  First thing that comes out of her mouth when we get to the house we are working on are: "How long do I have to be here?"

Never mind that we were working on her bathroom and bedroom.  Bnanas ignores her and tells her that she needs to go get her homework so she can work on it since she can't help with the sheet rock.  She storms off my mustang and decides that she wants to do her homework there. I am off in another room taking measurements and putting strips on the ceiling joist (which happen to be two feet apart, so we can screw up the dry every sixteen inches, so the sheet rock will be more secure), when I hear him yell: "Bring your homework in here."  Not once but twice.   Bnanas comes back to the room I happened to working in at the time, mentioning: "There go her TV privileges."  He leaves the room to go measure more sheet rock, I follow to grab my Power Aide.  I told him looking out the front door to my car: "You need to go out there and get here out of the car."

Five minutes later I hear screaming and yelling followed by stomps across the front deck.  "This is so unfair, why do I have to come in here and read?  I wanna go home (the other house)."  (Now at this point in time, if that had been my child I would have beat her ass, there is no reason to act like that.)   "Where do you expect me to sit?"  I am guessing he shows her where, I heard no return answer.  I walk out a few minutes later to grab another swallow of my Power Aide, she is sitting in the bar stools next to the open window where there is a nice cool breeze.  Bnanas goes back to measuring and cutting sheet rock, while I'm marking out the distance for the strips and screwing the strips to the joist.

Some time later I hear "I am done."  (Since MB arrived after school started here she is behind by about a week and a half.  Because the child is lazy she only does the minimum amount of work listed on the sheet, but if she wasn't behind it would be okay).  This is what I remember hearing:

• Bnanas: "Keep reading."
• MB: "What? Why?"
• Bnanas: "Because you have nothing better to do at the moment and you are behind."
• MB: "No I'm not!"
• Bnanas: "Yes you are.  Your teacher emailed me and told me what all is due."

MB is crying and yelling at this point.

• MB: "This isn't fair.  I only have to read 35 pages a night."
• Bnanas: "Not till you are caught up."
• MB: "I am caught up."
• Bnanas: "So you are telling me that you have read two books and this is your third book?"
• MB: "Yes!"
• Bnanas: "So you'd be lying."
• MB: "So?"
• Bnanas: "Do I need to was your mouth out with soap?  That's what happens when you lie."
• MB: "Soap is gross."
• Bnanas: "Keep reading."
• MB: "No, I am not going to do any more I only have to read 35 pages and I read 40."

MB then gets up and storms out to the front porch.  Bnanas returns to the room I am in with the next sheet of sheet rock.  I tell him: "You need to bust her ass."  After a while, I guess she forgets all about the recent events and comes to the room we are working on.  She asked me: "Do you want to read my story I wrote?"

I tell her: "Sure."  I read her little story, it was actually pretty good.  She decides to help with handing screws to us and helping me hold up the sheet rock on my side.

Some time later when MB gets bored, she starts asking: "When are we going home?"  Bnanas was working on putting up the last sheet of sheet rock in the room we were working on (it was completely sheet rocked except one area) and I was putting the strips on the ceiling joist.

• Bnanas: "When we are done."
• MB: "When will that be?"
• Bnanas: "When we get done."
• MB: "When?  I need to go home, eat dinner, shower and go to bed."  Storming off.

At this point she refused to help do anything Bnanas asked her to do.  A few moments later

• MB: "When are we going home?"
• ME: " Can you give us 10 minutes!"

I had had it with her damn attitude.  I was hot, exhausted, itchy from doing insulation, and my body was killing me from doing all that we had done in the day. I told him in a low voice:  "You need to bust her butt."  After I put up the last strip and handed him the screw to screw in the end for the night, I told him: "She is riding home with you and I get a shower first." 

I have no idea what they talked about on the way home, once parked she came storming out of his truck towards the house.  I didn't care I was headed towards the shower, before I got in I did tell him: "She needs to get her stuff out of my car."  And I booked it to the shower.  AH!!!  It felt so good.  I guess while I was in Bnanas called her mother, MB was on the phone talking to here when I walk into the living room.  Don't care what went on after that.  I got my bowl of cereal and chilled out.  Bnanas had her eat, shower and go to bed. Guess we will see how tomorrow goes if we make it there tomorrow (Bnanas has to go to Birmingham to pick up his father's car).  We shall see.

War Zone

This house is a WAR ZONE, between her not listening to her father and receiving bad grades at school, the yelling, screaming and talking back is getting pretty bad.  If I had ever talked to my parents like she does to her father, my ass would have been BUSTED with a belt or wooden paddle, which ever was closest at the time.  He finally had to break down after twenty minutes of WAR going on and tell her that if she didn't start behaving, the tantrums, stomping around, doors slamming, and disrespecting didn't stop that he is gonna start bending her over his knee.

WOOHOO FINALLY!

To top things off this child things her mother is a God.  I know why she thinks that of her mother, because she lets her get away with anything, as can be seen in My Household is Mine.  Not to mention every child thinks their mother is a God (unless the child just plain hates their mother, doesn't have one or etc., hopefully not). 

The only thing that drowns out the noise are earbuds I use to listen to music.  Even then I can still hear her, which is sad.  The louder I turn up my music, the louder she gets and with earbuds in I can only handle so high of a volume.  It makes me wanna scream over them...HELLO there is someone else here.  You two need to hash this out in turns, I swear they need a mediator.  Please, please, pleeeeeeeease someone send a mediator.

H2O

Dear H2O you are going to get me in a ton of trouble with my boyfriend.  I love you and well that could be an issue.  You have tasted like you have never tasted before.  GROSS used to run through my mind when I would drink you at one time, but now.  Now you have CHANGED.  I can't get enough of you.

Back to my original idea for this post.  So I have decided cut back on my meals, cut out sweets and junk food.  Yes, yes, yes the D word.  Diet!!!  I prefer to think of it as change of life.  Starting once I get into the new house I will be going back to my exercising.  Especially Turbo Fire, I miss it so.  Not to mention the TON of energy you get after working out.  Don't care to bathe in my sweat but working out is sooooooooo worth it.

So come grocery shopping time (which happens to be coming up really fast) if it's not good for me it doesn't get bought.  More HEALTHY foods go into the cart this time.  If it is bad and comes into the house I will resist the evil forces at work.

Not So Happily Ever After

I came across a high-school friend's facebook page tonight and noticed that she's not married anymore.  I've also noticed that most A LOT of my friends are getting divorced or already are divorced.  Here I sit at 27, not married once.  Does that make me bizarre?  After many minutes of thinking...NAH!

SERIOUSLY, I swear 2011 is the year of carnage.  If you make through 2011 I would like to congratulate you. Oh, and that's not just for married couples.  If you make it through this year with your relationship, partnership, friendship, whatevership still intact CONGRATULATIONS!!!

Back to the divorces.  Yes, I know that when my friends got married they didn't know somewhere down the long windy road they'd be divorced after so many years.  I also know that instead of making thing worse by staying together divorce became the only option to keep them sane.

Not sure why I decided to blog about this tonight...wait...no...wait...yes I do.  Guess I just had to get it off of my brain before I could peacefully sheet surf.  What I could type out with my mentally exhausted brain, I hope makes sense.  Off to sheet surf on the bed waves!!!

Something errr something

So I did it.  I have sent a few two adult toy companies emails to see if I could be a reviewer.  Dunno what to think about it yet if I actually start getting toys sent to the house.

1. Weird
2. This could be soooo much fun
3. What the frell was I thinking
4. OMG OMG OMG what am I gonna do with all of them
5. OH CRAP

Anyways on another note.  I set out to make some jewelry tonight and well it just didn't happen.  In fact, I got everything out, all the materials that I thought I may need or use....but that was a waste, didn't even start on one new project.  Oh well, always tomorrow.

Grrrrrr, they cut his hours at work.  His supervisor is a freaking ass...the guy works 40+ hrs already!  Seriously you cut someone hours, you take them over, but the company can't afford to pay you cause you make so much an hour already.  The guy is such an ass anyways....he doesn't know how to do his job at all.  If you are a cook how do you NOT know the boil point of water, yet I have no cooking knowledge and know the boiling point of water.  To top it off the facility manager will do nothing about this screw up...he is gonna end up getting one of the residents seriously sick.

Hmmm I think I am going to start a doodle book, it will give me something to do when I feel like I have to eat and relieve any stress I am holding in.  Sounds good, off to find a notebook to start!

Dream...

Ever get that nagging feeling in your gut where you really want your dream to come true?

My dream is to join the Army, but I have to lose a bunch of weight.  I would like to become a Helicopter pilot.  Yeah, lots of schooling.  First, I would have to go through basic (aka boot camp for about 8 or 9 weeks don't remember for sure), then I would have to go to CWO (Chief Warrant Officer) schooling and then to flight school, but it would all be worth it in the end.  WHOA wait, first I would have to score high enough on the ASVAB and Military Flight Aptitude Test, to even consider becoming a Helicopter pilot.

The only issue I would have is telling my boyfriend and my family.  I am sure they would support me, it's just getting the guts to tell them that "Hey I am joining the Army".  The one thing my parents did ask of us kids was not to join the service, so I will have to see how that goes if it goes.

Once we get into the new house, my rear end is starting back on my exercise programs, so I can get my rear in gear and into shape to at least get ready for basic.  I need to find a work out buddy, my boyfriend can't work out with me because of his back and they have him on his legal drugs.  So anyone out in the Atlanta, Ga area, close to Woodstock willing to be a work out buddy?

My Household is Mine...

OMFG how hard is it for a child to LISTEN!  If I did half the stuff this child does my parents would have beat my rear.  Okay now that my vent is out I feel a bit better and can move on to why I feel that way.

I love my boyfriend, but I just can't stand his daughter.  (He doesn't have custody of her, so her mother who lets her get away with bloody murder has custody, except for this year). She is extremely rude, inconsiderate, and just doesn't care about what anyone else is doing before she walks into the room.  She has no manners, doesn't ask to do before acting, walks off leaving destruction in her wake, expects to be handed everything, etc. Basically her mother spoiled her and doesn't care how she acts.  There are times where even her mother can't handle her and she ends up calling him.

The child is not horrible, it's just she thinks she can run this household like she runs her mother.  I know I am not her mother and I told him, that I don't want her to feel like I am her mother, because I'm not.  I am just gonna have to have another talk with him.  Sorry I already grew up with my parents running the household, this is my house and a child will NOT run my household.

Brief Intro

I am an Army girlfriend of 3 years and 2 months to my boyfriend who has been in the service for 11 years (with both the Marines and currently the Army Reserves), he just finished up his third deployment in April, our first together.  I enjoyed the whole year to myself although there were times where I felt as if losing my mind could have been the best thing to ever do, but I made it through the deployment, with my mind still intact.


I myself dream of joining the Army (we will see how that goes once I have things worked out).   I grew up an Air Force brat (my step-father retired last year after 22 years), I have traveled many states while he served, but never abroad, one thing I really wish to do. I miss traveling from state to state.

I am an internet addict at it's best or is it worst, Facebook being the main culprit, followed by AIM. I'm a tad bit crazy, lazy, hilarious, unorganized, at times reckless and totally random.