First Steps, Drama, Illiterate Bitches, and Day 95.

Day 95 is coming to an end, thank God. It's been one bad thing after another. I was up all night waiting for John to sign back online because he said he would, and I finally passed out at 8am due to exhaustion. Of course, Shayli woke up around 2 hours later I'm guessing, but I was so deep into sleep (because I haven't been sleeping) that I never heard her. I finally was woken up at 5pm. Yepp, I'm mother of the year, my child hadn't eaten in 18 hours and hadn't had a diaper change in almost 19. Go ahead, jump my ass. I feel like shit already. I promptly changed her diaper, and while I was making her bottles (yes, I made her 2 6 oz bottles because I figured she'd want more than one - I was right) she happily crawled of the couch. When I walked in, she was smiling, standing next to the couch holding onto it with one hand. She said momma, and then took two steps toward me, and moved her hand to a new section of the couch. So despite my fail of the month, she was an extremely happy baby, and has been amazing all day.

Drama. I fucking hate it. Normally when it's brought around me I squash the shit like a little bug. Squashing it creates a dramatic blow up, but the way I see it, I'd rather have a huge blow up and get everything sorted out for a few weeks, then have drama every single day for the rest of my life. So to you.. you don't read this, and you never will, but quit twisting stories to make me look like the damn bad guy. To say I went to Bre throwing your faults in her face just because you know I said SOMETHING to her, is complete bullshit. I didn't even tell her what was going on. I gave her a brief statement of "I think something's going on". Just because she knew a person's name does not mean I went blabbing to her. BE A FUCKING MAN! If you want to say I did something, why don't you call me and find out the real fucking story instead of jumping down my best friends throat about how you hate me? When I say something false about you, you are the first person to call me and jump my ass, but if you say something about me, I'm "dramatic" to try to set you straight. you're a hypocrite. And a friggin moron. I come to you and validate facts before I spew bullshit. You should try it sometime.
And to my sister, it's really shitty that you spent 20 minutes with me the last day I was in town, talking about how you had an 8am class in the morning and you needed to go back to the dorm. You also mentioned you had recently failed an exam... so we let you leave and go back to the dorms, just for me to find out you went and partied it up with your friends at the clubs all night. Fuck you. That's bullshit. It really shows me how I rate in your life. Then your rapist, abusive, ex boyfriend IMs me and tells me you're getting back together with him? Are you a fucking moron? Tell you what, make up your damn mind. If you want to get back together with him, then stop driving your current boyfriend's truck, give him back his debit card, quit using him and quit stringing him along. You're a user, and you've made it quite clear where I fit into your life. I don't. So just stop talking to me, and leave me alone. You only want me around when it's convenient for you anyway. One day you'll grow up and realize what a horribly immature person you are being.

Illiterate bitches. So I'm on my way to walmart today to get formula. And I get to this stoplight, which is green. Next to the stoplight in BIG BOLD CAPITOL letters is says "DO NOT BLOCK INTERSECTION" in front of me is another red light, with a ton of cars behind it and the last one is just barely out of the intersection. So what do I do? I can read. So I stop, at a green light. It's illegal to block an intersection, whether there is a sign or not. But with a sign there, your fine goes up. Behind me is a woman in her 30s I'd say. She's blaring on her horn, screaming at me to go because the light is green and flipping me off. I stay still, attempting to ignore her, patiently awaiting the cars in front of me to go, so that I can go through my green light without blocking the intersection. The dumb bitch slams into me! I was pissed, needless to say. I get out of my car, and thankfully there is no damage to it. However both of her headlights are busted (kinda funny I think). She starts screaming... conversation was quite amusing now that I think about it, here's how it goes.

Her: Can you not fucking see the green light?
Me: Are you illiterate? Can you read?
Her: When a light is green you go you dumbass cunt.
Me: When the sign says "DO NOT BLOCK INTERSECTION" in big bold capitol letters, you stop.
Her: I want your insurance information. You fucked my car up.
Me: You slammed into me, you did damage to your car, you risked my daughter's life, all because you can't read. You are not getting my insurance information. You may call your insurance company and tell them YOU fucked your car up cuz you're an ignorant bitch who can't read.
Her: I don't have time for this. Don't disrespect me little girl. I can call the police and OWN your car.
Me: Really? You're in a company car. If you had done damage to me, I could take you to court and own your ass. There are eyewitnesses here who saw how this happened. you wanna play that game? (at the time, I'm preparing to call the cops, because I'm thinking that's where this is going) And I'm no "little girl", I'm a grown ass woman. There is however a 9 month old little girl in my backseat who could have suffered injuries if your had pressed your gas a little harder. How would you like to tell the police that?
Her: I know your tag number. You'll be hearing from me you stupid cunt.
Me: Funny how you can read my tag number, but not the "DO NOT BLOCK INTERSECTION" sign.
She promptly gets in her car and speeds off with her horn blaring and flipping me off. Too bad a cop was in the parking lot across the street. He was dealing with an altercation at a convenience store. His partner heard and watched everything. As she sped off blaring her horn, she got a ticket. I'm assuming for speeding, and running the red light she ran when she left the intersection. Gotta love morons.

When I finally get to walmart and I pay for my formula, my tab came to some odd number of dollars and 17 cents. So I hand the lady the correct amount of dollars and 22 cents. That's right, two dimes and two pennies. Any idea why? Because I didn't want three pennies back. What is 22 minus 17? 5. That's right, a nickel. She has to punch into the computer the exact amount I gave her so that she can give me back the right amount of change anyway. And the computer would have told her 5 cents. How hard is it to take the extra two pennies and give me a nickel? It's not. What does she do? She hands me back the two pennies, tells me I gave her too much. Punches in dollar amount and 20 cents and gives me three more pennies after it tells her what to give me. So now I have a pocket filled with pennies. Not that big of a deal, not something to bitch about, but I hate pennies, and it wouldn't have taken any longer to hand me a nickel. Actually it would have been shorter because you wouldn't have had to bust open that penny roll and count to three. You could have said "1" in your head and handed it to me. Either way, thanks for at least smiling during our encounter, most cashiers act miserable.

It's day 95. We're almost to 100 days. At 133 we'll be about 1/3 of the way through this deployment, give or take a few days. It's exciting. I'm proud of myself. R&R is coming soon. I can't wait to see my soldier. Now, I'm off to BG it up for a bit. Thanks for reading.