missmiah: (Miah)
( Feb. 29th, 2008 05:32 am)
Have deposited Captain at the motor pool. Will pick him up again in 18 days.

Crap.

Must remember to slap whoever the idiot was who suggested it would be a great idea to stay up all night playing Guitar Hero III (retail therapy = brand new toy) with A&S, then start watching 30 Days of Night just two hours before we had to load the car. Suspect that idiot might have been me.

Confirm idiocy by forgoing the usual diet cherry coke this morning and drinking a bottle of S's Mountain Dew. Chase the Dew with a handful of chocolate stuff Oreos (chocolate therapy = sugar rush = queasy).

Did manage to navigate car out of uber-busy motor pool parking lot without maiming anyone and did not lose house keys after saying goodbye to husband - therefor already one up on last major separation.

Will sleep for the next eighteen hours and then treat self with microwavable pizza rolls, fan fic and Wii.
missmiah: (Miah)
( Feb. 29th, 2008 05:32 am)
Have deposited Captain at the motor pool. Will pick him up again in 18 days.

Crap.

Must remember to slap whoever the idiot was who suggested it would be a great idea to stay up all night playing Guitar Hero III (retail therapy = brand new toy) with A&S, then start watching 30 Days of Night just two hours before we had to load the car. Suspect that idiot might have been me.

Confirm idiocy by forgoing the usual diet cherry coke this morning and drinking a bottle of S's Mountain Dew. Chase the Dew with a handful of chocolate stuff Oreos (chocolate therapy = sugar rush = queasy).

Did manage to navigate car out of uber-busy motor pool parking lot without maiming anyone and did not lose house keys after saying goodbye to husband - therefor already one up on last major separation.

Will sleep for the next eighteen hours and then treat self with microwavable pizza rolls, fan fic and Wii.
I believe the best way to do this is to merely point out the link below to some of the people on my flist who work in the media, or know people who work in the media - which is what the OP has asked for.

http://yanniconny.livejournal.com/97233.html

I can confirm that Ft. Sill is in the process of building new housing, I pass the construction on a regular basis. I can also confirm that there are indian cemeteries on base, I have visited one on several occasions. That is all I personally know and can comment on, for obvious reasons.
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I believe the best way to do this is to merely point out the link below to some of the people on my flist who work in the media, or know people who work in the media - which is what the OP has asked for.

http://yanniconny.livejournal.com/97233.html

I can confirm that Ft. Sill is in the process of building new housing, I pass the construction on a regular basis. I can also confirm that there are indian cemeteries on base, I have visited one on several occasions. That is all I personally know and can comment on, for obvious reasons.
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I'm not a big fan of posting simply for the sake of complaining about every little thing in my life - although I do it often enough, I know - so lately I've held off posting because I really didn't have anything good to say.

Then I realized I wasn't posting anything at all, and had sort of disappeared.

So, to sum it all up - The Highlights of the last few weeks. )

I know that was terribly tl;dr, and I don't blame anyone for skipping, but I do feel a bit better getting it out in the open. I still owe people things that I promised to do and haven't, and I'm still no closer to actually doing them. And I'm sorry for that.

Anyway, now you know why I've been keeping quiet lately.
I'm not a big fan of posting simply for the sake of complaining about every little thing in my life - although I do it often enough, I know - so lately I've held off posting because I really didn't have anything good to say.

Then I realized I wasn't posting anything at all, and had sort of disappeared.

So, to sum it all up - The Highlights of the last few weeks. )

I know that was terribly tl;dr, and I don't blame anyone for skipping, but I do feel a bit better getting it out in the open. I still owe people things that I promised to do and haven't, and I'm still no closer to actually doing them. And I'm sorry for that.

Anyway, now you know why I've been keeping quiet lately.
The good news: Got the Ok go CD today, complete with a DVD of their videos. Yay.

The bad: Less than twenty minutes later we were rearended at a stop light by an old guy and his wife. The car, I'm told, has been towed to some auto yard in Texas and we will learn its fate tomorrow after the adjuster gets back to my parents who are still the lawful owners of the vehicle as we had not bothered to get the title transferred yet.

I did not witness the towing as the annoying men from the firetruck and ambulance had already loaded me onto the board thing with the collar, taken my glasses and left me blind, and loaded me up for a trip to the hospital sans my purse, my phone, my feminine hygiene products and my husband.

The man hiding behind the curtain in my ER room kept insisting that the pain meds they'd given him were not enough and making this horrid wheeze until the nurses had left and then he would quiet for a moment or two before "Hey, lady. Find Brian Lentz." I would pretend to be deaf or unconscious. "Hey, LADY! Can you hear me? Find Brian Lentz." This continued until I very quietly uttered "okay" and the scary man went back to his wheezing.

I did not go find Brian Lentz, in case you were wondering.

Eventually they let me out of the collar and free from the board and rolled me out to X-Ray where I discovered that along with chest pain to the left of the sternum and lower back pain (also to the left), my left hip hurts like a son of a fish when I'm forced to roll over to that side and lie there for a series of x-rays. Son of a FISH!

By this point I'm down to my jean skirt, tank top and a hospital gown, my shirt clutched in my arms like a very flat gray teddy bear.

Captain was waiting for me when they wheeled me back. The weight of everything sort of hit and I realized our car may be totalled, Captain has to get to work some how, we have no savings... and the dog has a vet appt. for a check up on his ear infections tomorrow afternoon and we have no way to get him there. That, by the way, is what actually set me off and I started crying.

To wind things up: Nothing is broken. Seat belts are restrainny owwie love. Tomorrow is soon enough to figure out what to do with the car/lack of car.
The good news: Got the Ok go CD today, complete with a DVD of their videos. Yay.

The bad: Less than twenty minutes later we were rearended at a stop light by an old guy and his wife. The car, I'm told, has been towed to some auto yard in Texas and we will learn its fate tomorrow after the adjuster gets back to my parents who are still the lawful owners of the vehicle as we had not bothered to get the title transferred yet.

I did not witness the towing as the annoying men from the firetruck and ambulance had already loaded me onto the board thing with the collar, taken my glasses and left me blind, and loaded me up for a trip to the hospital sans my purse, my phone, my feminine hygiene products and my husband.

The man hiding behind the curtain in my ER room kept insisting that the pain meds they'd given him were not enough and making this horrid wheeze until the nurses had left and then he would quiet for a moment or two before "Hey, lady. Find Brian Lentz." I would pretend to be deaf or unconscious. "Hey, LADY! Can you hear me? Find Brian Lentz." This continued until I very quietly uttered "okay" and the scary man went back to his wheezing.

I did not go find Brian Lentz, in case you were wondering.

Eventually they let me out of the collar and free from the board and rolled me out to X-Ray where I discovered that along with chest pain to the left of the sternum and lower back pain (also to the left), my left hip hurts like a son of a fish when I'm forced to roll over to that side and lie there for a series of x-rays. Son of a FISH!

By this point I'm down to my jean skirt, tank top and a hospital gown, my shirt clutched in my arms like a very flat gray teddy bear.

Captain was waiting for me when they wheeled me back. The weight of everything sort of hit and I realized our car may be totalled, Captain has to get to work some how, we have no savings... and the dog has a vet appt. for a check up on his ear infections tomorrow afternoon and we have no way to get him there. That, by the way, is what actually set me off and I started crying.

To wind things up: Nothing is broken. Seat belts are restrainny owwie love. Tomorrow is soon enough to figure out what to do with the car/lack of car.
missmiah: (Purple Smurf)
( Nov. 13th, 2005 08:51 pm)
Okay, I admit it. I've done shit as far as taking care of myself lately. I missed my Doc appt. in June and never rescheduled. I ran out of meds and didn't bother getting them refilled. I HAVE watched my diet but it was Halloween people. Halloween!

I've really felt like crap lately and the other night's scare made me realize it's probably because I actually NEED to be on the stupid meds. I'm going to try to see the Doc this week. So not looking forward to that at all.

What does that mean in the big scheme of things? It means that trips to KS are suspended until I can get my blood sugar under control because I know I've been getting all wonky lately and I do not need to do that at the wheel of a my car mid drive on a busy highway, know what I'm sayin'?

So... that sucks monkey butt. Through a straw.

In other news - I made icons. The Bacon one was made for [livejournal.com profile] hrhjahi.

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missmiah: (Purple Smurf)
( Nov. 13th, 2005 08:51 pm)
Okay, I admit it. I've done shit as far as taking care of myself lately. I missed my Doc appt. in June and never rescheduled. I ran out of meds and didn't bother getting them refilled. I HAVE watched my diet but it was Halloween people. Halloween!

I've really felt like crap lately and the other night's scare made me realize it's probably because I actually NEED to be on the stupid meds. I'm going to try to see the Doc this week. So not looking forward to that at all.

What does that mean in the big scheme of things? It means that trips to KS are suspended until I can get my blood sugar under control because I know I've been getting all wonky lately and I do not need to do that at the wheel of a my car mid drive on a busy highway, know what I'm sayin'?

So... that sucks monkey butt. Through a straw.

In other news - I made icons. The Bacon one was made for [livejournal.com profile] hrhjahi.

-~*~- -~*~-
For the first time in my life I may be drunk. It's hard to tell. I know I can't spell worth crap and thinking clearly is actually very difficult at the moment, but I had a for shit day and I wasn't planning to drive anywhere so I thought "What the hell, let's see what all those people are always talking about when they drink."

I don't get the attraction. It sucks donkey butt through a straw.

Keep in mind that I've only had two hard lemonades and I'm a big girl, but I just realized the microwavable chicken I put in the microwave for lunch is still in the microwave and that was... eleven hours ago. So I haven't eaten today. Also, I can't hold my alcohol, gimme a bannanaberry whatsit from Applebees and I'm usually giggling (although not declaring loudly for the whole world to hear how I'm NOT DRUNK and then pushing people into traffic like [livejournal.com profile] perkygothess has been known to do). So, I would say I'm tipsy, but I don't know that I would say drunk, having never been that way before and therefore having no basis for comparison. I could just be having a reaction to the alcohol breaking down into sugars and messing with my glucose level. Again, liquid donkey butt.

Right, so chicken in the garbage and I'm eating sugar-free pudding.

Why, do you ask, did I have a bad day? Or not ask, I'm telling you anyway. I'm depressed. My husband is still at least three months away from coming home IF everyone plays nice over there in Iraq and does their election things politely and in a friendly manner and whatnot. My realtor has decided that not only are they not going to do anything about the fact that my house reeks of kitty pee from the previous tenant, I'm not allowed to have the carpet replaced at my own expense either which means even if I had any friends in this godforsaken pit of red dirt and evil I couldn't invite them over to my house because who really wants to spend time in a place that smells of cat piss? My dog is sick and I spent forty minutes trying to clean him and the bathroom up and I don't know what's wrong with him and he can't tell me cause he's a dog, duh. And I'm falling into an all too familiar pit of depression that I'm very frightened I'm not going to be able to crawl out of on my own. And it's really hard to look for typos when you're crying.

I don't like drinking to get drunk, I think... I know, it's not something I ever, ever want to do again. So there you have it, scientific experiment completed - results are in.
For the first time in my life I may be drunk. It's hard to tell. I know I can't spell worth crap and thinking clearly is actually very difficult at the moment, but I had a for shit day and I wasn't planning to drive anywhere so I thought "What the hell, let's see what all those people are always talking about when they drink."

I don't get the attraction. It sucks donkey butt through a straw.

Keep in mind that I've only had two hard lemonades and I'm a big girl, but I just realized the microwavable chicken I put in the microwave for lunch is still in the microwave and that was... eleven hours ago. So I haven't eaten today. Also, I can't hold my alcohol, gimme a bannanaberry whatsit from Applebees and I'm usually giggling (although not declaring loudly for the whole world to hear how I'm NOT DRUNK and then pushing people into traffic like [livejournal.com profile] perkygothess has been known to do). So, I would say I'm tipsy, but I don't know that I would say drunk, having never been that way before and therefore having no basis for comparison. I could just be having a reaction to the alcohol breaking down into sugars and messing with my glucose level. Again, liquid donkey butt.

Right, so chicken in the garbage and I'm eating sugar-free pudding.

Why, do you ask, did I have a bad day? Or not ask, I'm telling you anyway. I'm depressed. My husband is still at least three months away from coming home IF everyone plays nice over there in Iraq and does their election things politely and in a friendly manner and whatnot. My realtor has decided that not only are they not going to do anything about the fact that my house reeks of kitty pee from the previous tenant, I'm not allowed to have the carpet replaced at my own expense either which means even if I had any friends in this godforsaken pit of red dirt and evil I couldn't invite them over to my house because who really wants to spend time in a place that smells of cat piss? My dog is sick and I spent forty minutes trying to clean him and the bathroom up and I don't know what's wrong with him and he can't tell me cause he's a dog, duh. And I'm falling into an all too familiar pit of depression that I'm very frightened I'm not going to be able to crawl out of on my own. And it's really hard to look for typos when you're crying.

I don't like drinking to get drunk, I think... I know, it's not something I ever, ever want to do again. So there you have it, scientific experiment completed - results are in.
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( Jul. 7th, 2005 08:50 am)
London.

Everyone I know in the area has reported in. And still I cry.

ETA: [livejournal.com profile] london_070705 If a loved one is still missing, check there.
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( Jul. 7th, 2005 08:50 am)
London.

Everyone I know in the area has reported in. And still I cry.

ETA: [livejournal.com profile] london_070705 If a loved one is still missing, check there.
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( Jul. 3rd, 2005 02:16 am)
Tomorrow will be the fourth of July. Yes, I realize there will be fireworks and what not over here in the States as people go all crazy about America's Independence.

Whatever. I know it's just an excuse to go out in the back yard and light things on fire.

However, it's also the anniversary of the first time my husband ever told me he loved me. Oddly enough, that means more to me than my wedding anniversary (not that I don't like being reminded of the day I married [livejournal.com profile] cptn_oblivious).

It's been a rough week for me, which is really nothing new for this last few months. I should be getting used to it by now. But the hardest part of it all will be Monday night, when I can hear the fireworks going off and my husband won't be here to tell me he loves me like he did that first time and every fourth since.

[livejournal.com profile] rewil will be coming down to visit late this coming week. We're going to drive to OKC and see if we can get stuff signed by Bruce Campbell. I'm not sure where she'll sleep as the guest bedroom smells of cat pee and is the dog's room and the rest of the house is full of boxes.

Yes, I've been living here since the 13th and I haven't unpacked a single box. Look at me, do I look like I care? No.

Have been reading Lydia's Love Potion by Odd Doll, a Snape/OC fic. It's very good. She seems to be updating about once a month or so. I would definitely recommend it.
missmiah: (Cute but Psycho)
( Jul. 3rd, 2005 02:16 am)
Tomorrow will be the fourth of July. Yes, I realize there will be fireworks and what not over here in the States as people go all crazy about America's Independence.

Whatever. I know it's just an excuse to go out in the back yard and light things on fire.

However, it's also the anniversary of the first time my husband ever told me he loved me. Oddly enough, that means more to me than my wedding anniversary (not that I don't like being reminded of the day I married [livejournal.com profile] cptn_oblivious).

It's been a rough week for me, which is really nothing new for this last few months. I should be getting used to it by now. But the hardest part of it all will be Monday night, when I can hear the fireworks going off and my husband won't be here to tell me he loves me like he did that first time and every fourth since.

[livejournal.com profile] rewil will be coming down to visit late this coming week. We're going to drive to OKC and see if we can get stuff signed by Bruce Campbell. I'm not sure where she'll sleep as the guest bedroom smells of cat pee and is the dog's room and the rest of the house is full of boxes.

Yes, I've been living here since the 13th and I haven't unpacked a single box. Look at me, do I look like I care? No.

Have been reading Lydia's Love Potion by Odd Doll, a Snape/OC fic. It's very good. She seems to be updating about once a month or so. I would definitely recommend it.
The Army told [livejournal.com profile] cptn_oblivious that he did not have leave for June.

He told them about all the things that are going on here and they said they would try to get him home at some point in June. But no idea when.

Try.

Yes. I'm upset.

And the AC sort of tried to die today. It was 90 degrees in the house, the cats were vomiting, the dog was overheating, I was sick. I called the realtor who said that they would not be sending anyone out until I replaced the filter on the AC. Which is all fine and good if I knew where it was or how to get to it. But that was a huge secret and too much trouble for them to tell me.

It was nearly six pm before I got the unit taken apart and the filter replaced. It took several more hours to get the house down to a non-vomit inducing temperature. But I think it's fixed.

I hope so. It's supposed to be 99 degrees tomorrow.
The Army told [livejournal.com profile] cptn_oblivious that he did not have leave for June.

He told them about all the things that are going on here and they said they would try to get him home at some point in June. But no idea when.

Try.

Yes. I'm upset.

And the AC sort of tried to die today. It was 90 degrees in the house, the cats were vomiting, the dog was overheating, I was sick. I called the realtor who said that they would not be sending anyone out until I replaced the filter on the AC. Which is all fine and good if I knew where it was or how to get to it. But that was a huge secret and too much trouble for them to tell me.

It was nearly six pm before I got the unit taken apart and the filter replaced. It took several more hours to get the house down to a non-vomit inducing temperature. But I think it's fixed.

I hope so. It's supposed to be 99 degrees tomorrow.
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( May. 12th, 2005 05:56 am)
I went to KS to visit my family, my sister's bridal shower.

And I drive all night to come home... I've been robbed.

They went through all my drawers, they touched my things.

I feel so unclean.

It's not about the missing stuff. It's the things they left.

I feel sick.
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( May. 12th, 2005 05:56 am)
I went to KS to visit my family, my sister's bridal shower.

And I drive all night to come home... I've been robbed.

They went through all my drawers, they touched my things.

I feel so unclean.

It's not about the missing stuff. It's the things they left.

I feel sick.
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