Wednesday, August 11, 2010
My first
The other day I had gotten out of work and all while driving I kept thinking about how I was going to get home and have a mess waiting for me (Daisy was crated)... so, I was speeding a bit (I can't lie)... but before I say anything more, I have NEVER been pulled over (while driving that is!)- Lord knows how many times I have been in the car while Caleb was driving (for various reasons but somehow ALWAYS gets a ticket- entering the turn lane too soon?-sure, that's a ticket...WHAT?!)-maybe that's why he was so intent on getting a military license plate in hopes that he wouldn't get pulled over or a ticket?! Anyways... I was driving home and OUT OF NO WHERE a cop pulls me over... in a RED MUSTANG!! I was JUST telling my mom how I have seen people pulled over in various cars- mustangs/convertibles/jeeps/etc... anyways... I have never been pulled over so have always wondered how I would react to getting pulled over- I always said I would try to pull the "I needed my inhaler" (as I probably would due to being so upset about getting pulled over!) but when it came time for me I couldn't even think straight... I was seriously shaking when the cop asked me if I knew why I was getting pulled over... I said "probably because I was speeding"... he nodded and said that they had JUST changed the speed limit in the area earlier that week... he needed my license and registration... I replied with "this is my FIRST time that I've been pulled over and this is my HUSBAND'S car... and with my trembling hands gave him the WHOLE book in the glove compartment- "I'm not exactly sure what all you need" (I do- I know what the insurance papers look like, but give me a break, I was FREAKING OUT)... he laughed and commented on how he knew already because I was shaking... he came back within 5 minutes with a yellow piece of paper- my heart sank... "mam, you were speeding, and need to slow down... I could have written you a ticket for that AND you ALMOST cut me off so that COULD HAVE been another ticket... AND I didn't see you use your turn signal so that would have been ANOTHER ticket, but here's a piece of paper/warning to remind you to slow down..." FIRST of all, I did NOT cut him off... and I DID use my turn signal and look- I saw a red mustang behind me... anyways... I was quite relieved that I got off with a "warning"... but felt bad for the person that he pulled over RIGHT after me... I hadn't even gotten back in the lane and he already had his lights on! (I'm not going to lie- I wasn't able to think properly as I was so upset, so I was wondering if I was getting pulled over again- I was like "seriously, I haven't even moved- NOW WHAT?!")... so, I now have a yellow ticket in my car (like some people have pictures of their loved ones) to remind myself to slow down... and watch out for red mustangs ;)
All Accounted For... so far
So it's been just over 2 weeks since Caleb headed to California for NTC (to train in the desert for a month to get "certified deployable") It has seemed a bit longer than that as he has no communication (I heard from him when he got there but won't hear from him again until the end of August)... while he's been gone I have kept myself busy... I have yet to color my hair (but am seriously considering getting it professionally done while in MI this weekend), but HAVE done some decorating (as usual!)
It wouldn't be a separation without things to go wrong... as I've said before, whenever Caleb leaves SOMETHING goes wrong... EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. It happens to all of us wives though... I've had it pretty good... a car accident, several technological malfunctions, allergic reactions, house repairs, doctor appointments, etc... so I guess I'll stop complaining- it has made me that much stronger of a person I guess.
Nothing has gone terribly wrong while he's been gone... the first day I took a nap (he had to be at the checkpoint at about 2:30/3 in the morning- then, as I was driving home from dropping him off, I got a call saying the time had changed- he had to be picked up, and then dropped off again later in the day.. talk about emotional overdrive- I had already said goodbye! But... I have learned to be flexible and patient)... I awoke from my nap and started itching my eye... I went to the bathroom to see if something was in it, only to see my reflection and realize that I looked like Quasimoto or Will Smith in Hitch... I still have no idea how I got a goose egg on my eye... but the swelling went down (only after going to the commissary/running errands!)-no one is really here praise the Lord!
So, 2 weeks down and a little over 2 weeks to go and we are all alive... so far. I hardly see Panzer- only unless he wants something- like water or food in which he makes it known by making a crying sound... it's definitely not a purr... and it definitely gets my attention... Daisy on the other hand... she is on the verge of getting the boot (not literally, I could get good money for her- everyone loves her!) ;) Kidding aside (I did read my previous blogs about the cute things she's done/how much I love her... and it... did NOT HELP).
Daisy... is something else. Where do I begin?!?! A few days after Caleb left I went to my neighbor's house for MAYBE 20 minutes- I left her out as she's out all day... well, I came home to blinds- SHREDDED... EVERYWHERE. She had gotten EVERY SINGLE BLIND in the house!(how she managed THAT feat in 20 minutes is beyond me!) I have to add that our house window's are an odd size, so after calling around to find blinds, I finally found a place that had 3 of them... only to get home and realize they were STILL the wrong size (yes, I DID measure-TWICE!) I returned them, (they were way over-priced as it was) and bought several at Walmart and CUT THEM (I used several/various knives/scissors/pliers, but I finally got them cut)... but that still wasn't enough, so I called our housing manager and had them come and install blinds (for free!)- I did hide the dog-chewed blinds in our room so he wouldn't catch on to what had happened (thankfully he didn't!) so... we have new blinds... in the front half of our house... I figured I would either wait to call again to get free blinds OR wait until I was less mad... well, then I decided to crate her (she escapes any and every way from our backyard-why we pay for a fence I have NO IDEA)... only to come home every time she's been crated to her going to the bathroom... and somehow getting it all over- the floor/walls... my mom was here visiting and cleaned (thanks again!) but I have had to clean it a few times since... I am waiting for the floor to either fall through or holes to come up in the wood... the amount of ammonia I have used over the past week or so is RIDICULOUS. (I don't know how I'd explain a hole in the floor to the housing company!) So.. I am in a sticky situation- I can't not crate her, and when I do, I get a "surprise" when I come home... plus, she's such a baby that when I DO leave her home she cries... so I have started taking her with me on my errands (on the days that it's not TOO hot!)- well, I can't even win with this! The other morning my mom and I went for coffee and left her in the car- while waiting, I heard a car alarm... went outside and saw Caleb's car's lights flashing and horn going off... she set the alarm off! I then realized that if/when I take my car she can't set the alarm off, so I took her with me yesterday to run an errand- I went to two stores (at different times/locations)- the first she was fine- BESIDES all the looks and "poor puppy!" comments from others (first of all, she's NOT a puppy I explain, and secondly, she's FINE...)- she makes this howl/bawling noise- it literally sounds like someone is murdering her, but as soon as someone (esp. me) walks up to the car or gives her any amount of attention she stops... what a baby. So, I went to the first store, and came out only to see Daisy getting tons of love and pets from two little girls and a dad- "what a cute puppy!" they all shrieked... we just couldn't not pet her... what a sweetheart! (oh please... stop a. petting her and b. calling her a puppy/sweetheart- I JUST replaced almost every blind and cleaned up a mess- thus the reason she's with me) On to my next stop- I literally RAN IN (I was NOT about to hear anymore sad comments from customers-really, she's FINE)... and was back out in less than 10 minutes (I had something on HOLD and was the FIRST in line- that's how short the time was!)- only to come out AGAIN to someone petting her through the window- this time, it was an older woman who shrieked- get ready- NOT "what a cute puppy!" but... "oh my gosh, I am SOOOO glad you came out here- I felt so bad for this cute dog that I was about to call the police!" "Are you serious?" I replied- (literally, 10 minutes folks!)... "well, I just felt so bad for her- she was crying... I didn't know when/if someone was going to come back for her! But I'm glad you're here and you look like a sweet girl... I was just worried and am an animal lover." (Wow 'mam I would have NEVER guessed that you're an animal lover)... "no, I'm here, and we're heading home- thanks for the concern- I just have to take her with me as my husband is deploying/gone right now and she's so sad at home..." (put the guilt trip on her for SURE)... then, she said "bless your heart/thanks for all you do-I'm sure you're a wonderful wife/mom to that dog"... and walked away ;) Really Daisy?!! Wow. AWESOME.
It wouldn't be a separation without things to go wrong... as I've said before, whenever Caleb leaves SOMETHING goes wrong... EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. It happens to all of us wives though... I've had it pretty good... a car accident, several technological malfunctions, allergic reactions, house repairs, doctor appointments, etc... so I guess I'll stop complaining- it has made me that much stronger of a person I guess.
Nothing has gone terribly wrong while he's been gone... the first day I took a nap (he had to be at the checkpoint at about 2:30/3 in the morning- then, as I was driving home from dropping him off, I got a call saying the time had changed- he had to be picked up, and then dropped off again later in the day.. talk about emotional overdrive- I had already said goodbye! But... I have learned to be flexible and patient)... I awoke from my nap and started itching my eye... I went to the bathroom to see if something was in it, only to see my reflection and realize that I looked like Quasimoto or Will Smith in Hitch... I still have no idea how I got a goose egg on my eye... but the swelling went down (only after going to the commissary/running errands!)-no one is really here praise the Lord!
So, 2 weeks down and a little over 2 weeks to go and we are all alive... so far. I hardly see Panzer- only unless he wants something- like water or food in which he makes it known by making a crying sound... it's definitely not a purr... and it definitely gets my attention... Daisy on the other hand... she is on the verge of getting the boot (not literally, I could get good money for her- everyone loves her!) ;) Kidding aside (I did read my previous blogs about the cute things she's done/how much I love her... and it... did NOT HELP).
Daisy... is something else. Where do I begin?!?! A few days after Caleb left I went to my neighbor's house for MAYBE 20 minutes- I left her out as she's out all day... well, I came home to blinds- SHREDDED... EVERYWHERE. She had gotten EVERY SINGLE BLIND in the house!(how she managed THAT feat in 20 minutes is beyond me!) I have to add that our house window's are an odd size, so after calling around to find blinds, I finally found a place that had 3 of them... only to get home and realize they were STILL the wrong size (yes, I DID measure-TWICE!) I returned them, (they were way over-priced as it was) and bought several at Walmart and CUT THEM (I used several/various knives/scissors/pliers, but I finally got them cut)... but that still wasn't enough, so I called our housing manager and had them come and install blinds (for free!)- I did hide the dog-chewed blinds in our room so he wouldn't catch on to what had happened (thankfully he didn't!) so... we have new blinds... in the front half of our house... I figured I would either wait to call again to get free blinds OR wait until I was less mad... well, then I decided to crate her (she escapes any and every way from our backyard-why we pay for a fence I have NO IDEA)... only to come home every time she's been crated to her going to the bathroom... and somehow getting it all over- the floor/walls... my mom was here visiting and cleaned (thanks again!) but I have had to clean it a few times since... I am waiting for the floor to either fall through or holes to come up in the wood... the amount of ammonia I have used over the past week or so is RIDICULOUS. (I don't know how I'd explain a hole in the floor to the housing company!) So.. I am in a sticky situation- I can't not crate her, and when I do, I get a "surprise" when I come home... plus, she's such a baby that when I DO leave her home she cries... so I have started taking her with me on my errands (on the days that it's not TOO hot!)- well, I can't even win with this! The other morning my mom and I went for coffee and left her in the car- while waiting, I heard a car alarm... went outside and saw Caleb's car's lights flashing and horn going off... she set the alarm off! I then realized that if/when I take my car she can't set the alarm off, so I took her with me yesterday to run an errand- I went to two stores (at different times/locations)- the first she was fine- BESIDES all the looks and "poor puppy!" comments from others (first of all, she's NOT a puppy I explain, and secondly, she's FINE...)- she makes this howl/bawling noise- it literally sounds like someone is murdering her, but as soon as someone (esp. me) walks up to the car or gives her any amount of attention she stops... what a baby. So, I went to the first store, and came out only to see Daisy getting tons of love and pets from two little girls and a dad- "what a cute puppy!" they all shrieked... we just couldn't not pet her... what a sweetheart! (oh please... stop a. petting her and b. calling her a puppy/sweetheart- I JUST replaced almost every blind and cleaned up a mess- thus the reason she's with me) On to my next stop- I literally RAN IN (I was NOT about to hear anymore sad comments from customers-really, she's FINE)... and was back out in less than 10 minutes (I had something on HOLD and was the FIRST in line- that's how short the time was!)- only to come out AGAIN to someone petting her through the window- this time, it was an older woman who shrieked- get ready- NOT "what a cute puppy!" but... "oh my gosh, I am SOOOO glad you came out here- I felt so bad for this cute dog that I was about to call the police!" "Are you serious?" I replied- (literally, 10 minutes folks!)... "well, I just felt so bad for her- she was crying... I didn't know when/if someone was going to come back for her! But I'm glad you're here and you look like a sweet girl... I was just worried and am an animal lover." (Wow 'mam I would have NEVER guessed that you're an animal lover)... "no, I'm here, and we're heading home- thanks for the concern- I just have to take her with me as my husband is deploying/gone right now and she's so sad at home..." (put the guilt trip on her for SURE)... then, she said "bless your heart/thanks for all you do-I'm sure you're a wonderful wife/mom to that dog"... and walked away ;) Really Daisy?!! Wow. AWESOME.
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