ammogirl

I don’t have it, I just am overwhelmed with the ALL-ENCOMPASSING COVERAGE on every media outlet ever.  

Working night shift 9pm-9am sucks hard, and I actually hallucinated the first night I was so tired, and that’s all I have to say.

Tschuss!!

Boy I just can’t come up with a title today.

Anyway, I’m working twelve-hour shifts, 9pm – 9am.  Did I mention that?  Probably not.  I’m in an exercise, AND THAT’S ALL I CAN SAY.  I’m trying to jumpstart my sleep schedule but of course it’s not working.  Shifts start tomorrow night but I had to go in this morning at 8am for training, instead of staying up late as possible (which, okay, probably would have been like…1130 or something.  I’m old) and sleeping as late as possible today.  Instead I got home around 945am and jumped in bed by 1000–I slept on and off until 330pm.  Not exactly great, but a good start.  The thing is I’m already dreading trying to stay up tonight, by myself, bored.  Ugh.  Also I woke up starving as I hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday around 3pm and instead of eating breakfast, you know, since it was my morning, I chased my coffee with freaking guacamole and Kettle Black Bean chips.  Not exactly a good combo.  In fact, my stomach feeling a little nasty.

So, weird Pampered Chef neighbor strikes again!  A little bit ago Lindsey had one of the cats outside.  She’s fluffy, but a…mutt, or whatever mixed-breed cats are called.  I guess they would be called…mixed-breed cats.  Huh.  Anyway, neighbor was outside and yelled (she never speaks but always yells) that our cat is a Persian.  Which she’s not, but when Lindsey told her that she yelled that she was, demanded Lindsey hand her over the fence, and then told her we needed to get her declawed.  To which I say, wtf, we’re not DECLAWING our cats, you CRAZY BITCH.  

I’m all for giving people the benefit of the doubt, especially people I don’t know because god knows I’ve got my quirks and issues but christ on a cracker, remove yourself from my business.  

Some notes:  

- we finally saw Benji Button and my verdict is that it was a good way to pass the evening but not awesome.  Sort of long, actually.  

- last Monday’s episode of Chuck was FREAKING BRILLIANT and I sincerely hope it doesn’t become one in a line of our favorite shows that gets cancelled (see: Firefly, Life on Mars and Terminator: SCC).  Seriously.  

- Adam is so far beyond anyone who has ever been on American Idol and I will buy anything he releases.  

- Star Trek comes out very, very soon.

- I still have no idea if the girls and I are staying here in Germany or leaving.  My application for an Indefinite DEROS (the date people stationed overseas are required to leave the specific base) was denied on the basis of overmanning, but I was granted a 30-day extension to put me in the next assignment cycle (Nov – Jan).  My Chief is hoping that the five positions we are getting back from previous manning cuts will show up on the books before then and I’ll be approved at that time.  We’ll see.  

Tschuss!!

I got completely roped into going into a Pampered Chef party last night.  See, the other night we were sitting on the couch, minding our own business watching American Idol when the doorbell rang.  It was the lady who lives behind us, who happens to be the mom of one of Tay’s friends, and who is, incidentally, completely looney.  I’ve never met her before but the girls have told me tons of stories about her, stories I attributed to exaggeration, you know?  SURELY she couldn’t be that bad, right?  Well, she walked right in the house and handed me an invitation and WHAT COULD I SAY?  I don’t know how to say no in those situations!  So even though it was a long-ass week filled with WORK, of all things, and going to a Pampered Chef party was the last thing I wanted to do on a Friday night, that is exactly where I found myself.

Turns out, I was the ONLY SUCKER.  For 30 minutes I sat there, both very glad I had gone because who likes to throw a party nobody comes to and also TOTALLY wishing I could go.  During this time she sat next to me and called the other invitees, demanding them to come–I am not exaggerating–DEMANDING.  Eventually two other people showed up, and then?  

…you know when you are having a perfectly pleasant conversation, and somebody just butts in and talks about his/her self in a way that has nothing to do with what you were talking about?  And the conversation just stops, because it simply cannot go forward from that point, and everyone just sits around politely thinking: wtf was THAT about?  It was like that.  Oh, you are a teacher?  My husband doesn’t get the same pay as these other people and I’m going to write the President!  I know a lot of Senators.  And FBI men.  Oh, your father is a retired pilot?  This one time, I flew and I was stuck on the tarmac for four hours.

After an hour of this frustrating behavior, I was talking to somebody about Misawa, and how it really snows there, a lot.  She heard the part about snow and mentioned Alaska and how she loved it, another person volunteered that she had never met anyone who had lived in Alaska who DIDN’T love it, and I raised my hand and said I didn’t love it at all, and yes, it WAS because of the cold and dark.  Crazy lady then told me that I was crazy because…it didn’t get cold in Alaska.

…okay.  I told her I had seen my temperature sitting at -68 degrees, and THAT?  Is cold.  She told me I probably wasn’t there long enough to get used to it.  I told her that actually, I lived there for nearly 7 years, and while I understand the concept of getting used to it to the point that thirty degrees is downright balmy in March, it was still cold.   Blah blah blah, it went on in this vein for another five minutes, when I ultimately realized that she is just one of those people who doesn’t care what she is saying, she just has to be 1) contrary and 2) right.  And then I kind of felt sorry for her.  So then I bought way more than I had wanted or planned, and it’s really hard to justify spending money on Pampered Chef, even to yourself. Who needs a utensil specifically made for pineapples?  I mean really–I’ve cut up PLENTY of fresh pineapple in my time armed with only a knife, and it is not difficult in any way.  $18 dollars later…

I’ll let you know how it works. 

Tschuss!!

p.s.  Alaska winters are cold.  Regardless of how long you’ve been a resident THERE I HAD THE FINAL WORD.