ammogirl

I swear to god I am losing brain cells on a daily basis. When I walked in my front door Monday evening, I had my ID card in my hand, I DID, but Tuesday morning, it was gone. Gone! It has travelled to another dimension. This caused many problems, because without my ID card, I can’t get on base without driving way out of my way, parking, signing this stupid form that says I am stupid, and getting a temporary pass, one that says in big letters “(i am a big loser who) LOST ID CARD”. Also what I love, is after explaining my lost ID to my boss, turning around and walking into a file cabinet. It’s not a new file cabinet. It has been there infinity long. I am just not infinity smart.
I have this thing for the past month or so where I am addicted to buying Halloween candy. Everytime I go to the grocery store, I buy at least two bags. Sometimes more. I try to buy a different kind every time. I have bought at least twenty bags of candy–enough to fill three very large bowls, and still have eight bags left over. And out of all that candy, I neglected to buy two–no, THREE!–very important types of candy: Reese’s, Twix, and Kit-Kat.

Do you know, I would suppose because of the candy store and the constant supply of high-quality homemade candy in our house when I was wee, that I very rarely trick-or-treated when I was young? In fact, I can remember only one time: I was I Dream of Jeannie, which, now that I think of it…the molded hair on that mask wasn’t blonde, OR in a high pony, it was a kicky red bob. Heyyyyy! And the costume was like, red and green and orange, not pink! WTF! I think I got totally faked out by my mom! Anyway, dammit, I never got to go trick-or-treating, and I always hated that. The lure of store-bought candy was always so strong. I especially liked Lik-M-Aid. Not the powder, really, just that tasteless stick. Yum. I have a point. I…just don’t remember what it is. SEE? Losing brain cells!

Also. This week I bought a bread machine from a guy in my building. He is moving to a different base that is not in Europe and his bread machine is of the European variety. I got it for ten bucks, which is totally bonus, even if I never, ever use it, not even once. Anyway, when I went to pick it up, we did that thing where I wasn’t sure if it was him, and he wasn’t sure what I was up there to buy, and we both sort of “hey!” “hey!” “so..”"yeah, so, um, you have ten bucks…?” “…yeah, the…”"Oh! Bread maker!”"right, right!” And he was like “ta-da” with the bread maker and I said “wow” appropriately and then he goes, “the one thing, see, there’s no manual-”"oh, that’s okay, no probl-”"no, I mean, I went online and downloaded it–” “oh, wow! (gracious smile) you REALLY didn’t have to do–” “…well, um, I mean, if you want me to, I can download it and print it out, or burn it to a cd or something?” and that’s when I realized that he didn’t do that, and I was all, oh, NOOO, don’t worry about it, I can totally do that myself, but by that point he was already googling it and I could tell he totally wasn’t WANTING to do it, but felt bad because I had mistakenly thought he had went to the trouble of getting this manual for me. Awkwardness ensued, while he tried multiple search strings to no avail, and then I was like, honestly, I can google it myself, THANKSI’MLEAVINGBYE!

And then like, two hours later, I got an email from him and it was the link to the online manual. He worked hard for that ten bucks.

Okay I’m going to bed.

Tschuss!