Mr. Cranky

I have named the little Huff fetus Mr. Cranky. He is draining me of what little energy I had. I walk around as if I have those little velcro weights strapped to my wrists and ankles. My eyelids are alway heavy. And I'm not exactly nauseous but I'm not quite right either. I just alway feel kind of... hungover. That's it! I feel like I went on a drinking binge.

Two months feels like a long time to sit here with these jokers. I wish I could just take off now. I want to tell everyone to suck it. I think the people I work with would be surprised to know that I can actually be pleasant on occassion because I always act like a bizzo here. ...Maybe they call me Capt Cranky.

Where did I go?

In case you're wondering, I've been busy the last few days. Thursday, Sam woke up sick. He threw up the grossest smelling puke I've ever been exposed to. We stayed home and he seemed fine from 0700 on.

I got a phone call in the afternoon from Yago that our paperwork had been approved by the German government, what date did I want? "Tomorrow, if they have it!" Friday was available so we went and got married! We were officially married on July 21st.

Then, Yago's grandmother visited over the weekend. She was in Scotland with her son and made a weekend trip to Germany to see us all. We spent a very pleasant weekend together.

To recap, this has been an amazing week. Sunday, I found out I was pregnant. Monday, that I'm due March 12th. Wednesday, I'm separating from the AF and on Friday, I got married.

That's why I've been so neglectful of my blog...

Thank God Almighty, I'm Free at Last

The AF has let me go! Can you believe that?? I can't. They told me they would turn down my application but they didn't! For once I'm glad they lied to me!! My separation date is Sep 29.

Sorry about not calling you, Mickity. I've been pretty busy in the evenings. Sam's home sick today so I'll try calling you this afternoon.

Fertile Myrtle

So it turns out I am pregnant! At least according to the discount store pregnancy test. I can't believe it but I'm pretty excited. I'm also quite the out-of-wedlock frau, but that's how we Adsits do it. Rules schmules.

It's very different this time. I didn't sit in the bathroom stall and cry. I couldn't wait to get home and tell Yago, I wasn't afraid of being yelled at. He grinned a big smile and asked, "Really?" It wasn't, "How could this happen?!"

I'm going to the clinic this afternoon to get my "official" test. There's a prenatal briefing Aug 8th that I'll have to attend. I'm so happy.

Two Things I Don't Know

Sam was rathered pleased with himself last night because he found two things I don't know. Our discussion over pizza:

Sam: What does heaven look like?

Me: (pause) I don't know. Kind of like out there? Sun shining, grass green...

Sam: Is it ever night time in heaven?

Me: I don't know. (long pause) I guess so.

Sam: I know two things you don't know now.

Me: (start to argue then realize I really don't know) But Sam no one knows until they die. (pull the old I don't know but neither does anyone else card)

Dumber than a post?

I took Sam to school this morning and on my way back I did something completely retarded. I was in a hurry trying to get around a crowd of kids and walked right smack in to a street sign. ...embarrassing. Now I have a cut and bruise on my forehead. I have to come up with a better story than, "I walked in to a street sign."

What Stinks?

Oh, that's me. Why? Because I went for a little jog in stinky clothes* and then forgot deodorant.

My physical condition sucks. Short and simple. It's depressing but I have to make it a priority.

I ate lunch with Sammy again. He said he's a team leader in his summer enrichment program at school. That means anyone in his row boat (I'm assuming that's his group) who needs help has to go to him. I asked if it changes everyday and he said no. We'll see. It sounds like he's doing well but it's hard to tell.

*I grabbed my gym clothes off my bedroom floor this morning . Although my t-shirt was folded, it smelled like it had sat in the washer for a week before I dried it. Gross.

Baby Steps

I feel so much better. Yago and I turned in our paperwork this morning for the marriage application thingy. We should hear back in a couple weeks and know the date.

We had a great weekend. Friday night we cooked out on our new grill. Saturday we took Sam and a couple other boys (Yago used to work with their father) to Kids Zone and they had a blast. Then, we had dinner at their house and had a nice evening. Sunday, we went to a Fest in town... Ate sausages and drank beer while Sammy jumped in a bouncy castle.

Needless to say, I'm ecstatic to be back at work...

My Sister Will Kill Me

But she sent me an email today and it was the sweetest thing...

I can't believe you are a captain. Look how far you have come. I can still remember the first day you left to go to basic. I sat in your room after we took you to the bus station and I cried while I held your garfield.

It's so cute and I remember that Garfield and my Garfield bedspread. So what if I was 19...

Craziness

I actually accomplished something at work today and have a clear idea of what the way ahead is. Amazing. Both my bosses are out today too. Coincidence? I doubt it.

I scarfed down a huge Taco Bell lunch today, not my fault... kind of. Yesterday I was told the CDC would save a plate for Sam since he doesn't get back from summer school until after 12:00. Good. Then when I dropped him off this morning I was told they couldn't do that because they can only hold lunch 30 mins and it would be longer than 30 mins. I hadn't planned for that and didn't have any cash on my so my choices were Taco Bell or BK.

I played wormy with Sam and he said I could be part of his family if I didn't talk to girls. Then he asked wormy if he wanted to go to his dad's house with him tonight.

(Wormy = A game played with a child to sucker them in to holding your hand. Stick out pinky finger and pretend it's a talking worm. Wormy tells child he's scared and needs to be held. Child holds on to worm. (Viola, they're holding your hand.) This is a great game in crowds or when crossing the street.)

Yeah, I Know

I know, I've been a complete slacker... but in my defense, oh screw it.

Got back from the honeymoon and it was really neat. We were there for the White Nights where it doesn't get dark. It'd be 11:00 at night and you could go outside and read a book. Jason woke up one morning and started getting ready only to see that it was 3:30 in the morning. Construction workers were still working at 11:30. I also learned that Russians are a frolicking people. They were everywhere along the river banks at all hours.

I turned in my paperwork to get out of the AF but the Exec isn't exactly pushing it through for me. What's IMPORTANT to me (and my mental health) isn't important to him. I can't further his career so why bother helping me? Every day that passes increases the likelihood of AFPC turning down my application because it's so short notice.

I also got promoted to captain last week so Sam can quit calling me Lieutenant...

Man Day

Jason is off today so he came down to Stuttgart a day early. He and Sam are enjoying a "Man Day" while I'm at work. I don't know what that means but I'm pretty sure it involves pajama bottoms and no shirts.

I have an appointment with the General in 30 mins to ask for his support in separating. I'm nervous as heck. I'm also afraid of ticking off my entire chain of command only to have my application turned down at AFPC.

In other news, today is my last duty day as a Lt. After I get back from leave I'll be a Capt.

Stick With It

I was given some advice last week, "You have to just make a decision and stick with it. You have to think about the worst case scenario on both sides. Can you live with it? Once you decide, you can't look back afterwards." Hmm. I can sit on a fence with the best of them.

Sam's last day of school was yesterday and his report card improved. He scored highly in all the academics and his behavior improved too. That's great news.

We leave this weekend for the "honeymoon." There might even be a wedding July 7th. Who knows.

Susie Homemaker

It's weird that I long to spend the day home cleaning and cooking. I was never really interested in being a domestic. Of course, before Sammy, I wasn't really interested in being a mother either. I still remember when I bought diapers for my niece and hussling out of Albertson's before anyone (besides the cashier) saw me. I didn't want anyone to think I had a baby! I despised the word "wife" until Yago told me he wanted me to be his. ;^) Suddenly, it had a certain ring to it.

I think I'm mostly tired of a lot of things. I'm tired of a messy house, of sticky floors, of throwing dinner together and mostly I'm tired of being tired. I want a home not a place where we all crash at the end of the day. It'd also be nice to learn to cook something that wasn't "cajun style."

Picture This

I've been trying to post pictures from when the family was in town but my computer at home is stupid. Yeah, it's the computer that's stupid.

I was lamenting yesterday to a coworker/friend about how I don't get any significant work but am getting paid a crap load of money. When I told her how much I get paid she couldn't believe it. She said something to a LTC (reservist) and he thought she was joking. When I showed him he was surprised and appalled that I make more money than HE does when he's 3 pay grades over me. I'm amused. Really. Probably more than I should be.

I have NOTHING to do today. Honestly. I should just go buy some fresh food and make an awesome dinner. Spend the day relaxing. I think they call that AWOL though.

Colonel Who?

I had to bring Sam in to work one night last week. I picked him up from the CDC, got a pizza and brought him to the office. I warned him to be very careful because we were eating at my boss' boss' conference table. "Okay," he answered.

Later on he wanted to play a game with me. "Mom, can we play a game? Pretend I'm your boss and I'm calling you. Pretend my name is Colonel Sam, okay?"

This has been our game lately. We pretend he's my boss and he asks me to go get him pizza because he has to work late. I ask, "I'll get it, what would you like on your pizza, sir?"
"Pepperoni."
"Yes, sir. I'll be there in a few minutes with your pepperoni pizza, Colonel Sam."

Can't think of a title...

I haven't blogged in nearly a week, don't have anything funny or particularly interesting these days.

Yago and I finally got our Russian Visas, that's good news. Honeymoon is still on.

I lost my debit card and curse you Mickity, I'm dependent on it now. I can't order anything on line because I had the lost one cancelled and haven't gotten the new one yet. I was going to order a swimsuit and some new clothes for our trip but I can't. I'm back to the check writing days and it's driving me crazy.

Add to that, Sam got in trouble at school last week and was sent to the Vice Pricipal's office. He disrupts the class (trying to clown around) and doesn't listen to the teacher. But, only a week left of the school year.

The secretary is putting in her 2-wk notice today and I'm afraid I'm going to become the full time secretary. Make no mistake, I'll be TICKED. My boss says he won't let it happen but he's pretty spineless so I don't put much stock in it.

My Turn?

I was here (at work) until almost 9:00 last night which makes me wonder, should I go in the office and start patting myself on the back for staying late last night? That's what everyone else does... Is it my turn to be an ass?

The in-laws (heehee) are coming back from Paris today and spending the night at my house. I really want them to come but my place is a DISASTER! I'm afraid they'll try to talk Yagopuchae out of his commitment. I dumped everything in one of Sam's toyboxes last Friday so I could take it to Yago's house. Sam needed a place to keep his things and it makes his bedroom there more his own. Anyway, Sam's room is a mess because I haven't had a chance to pick up all week. Nevermind the rest of my house looks like the dryer exploded because there are clothes EVERYWHERE. Some folded, some not. The priority is clean, then folded, then put away. I haven't gotten to the put away part yet.

The General's visit should be over around 4:30 so maybe I can get out of here and tidy up a bit before they all show up. I'm excited though. It'll be fun.

Play Me Another One, Sam

This morning I went to Sam's first music recital, he was adorable. He came in and looked through the crowd of parents but couldn't find me. His expression when he found me was all I needed to assure myself I made the right decision ditching work for an hour. He began singing and my eyes welled up with tears, he was so precious. I took pictures but they don't do him justice. When he was singing his little heart out to me I couldn't bring myself to look away to fumble with my camera.

I'm back at work now, still filling in for the Executive Assistant (or secretary, whatever). I have a big visit tomorrow morning and can't wait until it's over.

Yagopuchae is still in Paris, he may bring his family by Stuttgart and spend the night at my place. It would be wonderful but I'm still not unpacked after a year and a half, they'll be less than impressed with my housekeeping. It'd still be nice to have them stop by tomorrow night. We'll see.

On a completely separate subject, I have a crazy-ass zit on my lip that looks suspiciously like a cold sore but is NOT. It's becoming enormous and increasingly hideous. It's the most curious blemish I've had in a while, not your run-of-the-mill kind of thing. And painful, that's always a nice add-on. It's either throbbing or growing it's own heart and blood supply. If I grossed you out, you're welcome.

Memorial Day

I went on Sam's field trip Friday and I'm not sure when I'll sign up to do that again. It was exhausting sitting and walking with 20 kids all day. The museum had lots of interesting exhibits to see, maybe we'll go one day on our own.

On to the good stuff... I had a great time with the in-laws. They are so nice and funny. They came in Saturday, Sunday we went up to Bastogne and saw some cool WWII stuff. Monday, we went to St Goar to do some wine tasting and buying. Yagopuchae even bought a special bottle to celebrate when we finally get Sammy adopted. He's sweet like that.

It was a nice weekend and I was sad to come home...