March 22, 2007

Why is it that there are so many morons in the world? Should we not have Moron detectors and weed them out before sending them out to deal in a Customer Service capacity with the general public? I read Jane’s journal entry today over on Plain-Jane.com and she was saying there aren’t enough Hawks and too many squirrels… you’ll have to read it to understand… and good God is she right! Although the visual imagery kind of made me eeeky. I called VA today to see why they had come up with another month. Every time I call them I tell them that I am calling in reference to my husband, yes he is here, yes you can verify its him and yes he will confirm it is ok to talk to me… never any problems. Until. Today. Apparently the asshole on the phone today had not been infused with the coffee pot IV or someone took his three pack a day habit of cigs from him or he had just gotten his ass ate out for not flushing the toilet at work or something because OMG talk about pissy right from the beginning. I still hang in there, hand the phone to Bill to authorize my speaking to them and the little asshole starts to tell Bill the info, to which he says (very politely I might add) “Sir, can you tell this to my wife, she deals with all of this and our finances” and the guys says… Get this… “You’re a big boy and can handle your own finances, I do not need to talk to her.” Bill about lost it. He gets the “I’m going to kill someone” look on his face and hands me the phone, tells me what the guy says and promptly starts to stomp through the house mumbling about “the idiot mother effer on the phone”. I then inform the “gentleman” and I use the word loosely, that my husband was shot through the spine while serving in the military and that he has a morphine pump in his stomach and Is on medication that affects his cognitive skills. (I’m all sorts of knowledgeable) I also informed him that it surprised me that working for the VA he would have this attitude and that after he looked up the information I needed I would inform his boss of the conversation. He still had the audacity to act a fool even after being called on his pissy attitude. Good Christ. After a ton of drama, we find out that in fact, the first person we talked to was right and that everything would be on track for April firsts partial and May firsts full payments. I am still a little leery so I will reserve my enthusiasm. Remember my new motto… Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong. Blech. Bill is planning (again, I use that word loosely) a trip to Ohio with his mother for the First of April. While I know that the trip will be hard on him, I think he should go. His uncle lives up there and is very, very ill. Noone thinks he will make it much longer and Bill hasn’t seen him since before going to Iraq. His Uncle loves him dearly and really wants to see him one more time. I was planning to take him up there after school lets out for the kids, but with his mom going, I am hoping he will take the trip to go and see him just in case. He has a hard time on long trips which is what is making him hesitant on going, but I can tell mentally he wants to, physically he isn’t sure. They are supposed to leave on the first so we are all waiting to see if he makes it or not. Laura came home today and had a piece of paper in her hand, she also had an “I love you Mom, I really, really love you… please do not tie me up and lock me in a closet” look on her face. I hate that look. It always means bad news. Well, good news for her, bad for me. The list contained dates… lots of them….. April 16th… Class trip (needs bathing suit and spending money) April 13th Military Ball (no, she is not in ROTC, but a boy asked her and “Mom, I really wanna gooooo) May 16th Eighth Grade Prom (Who in the hell has ever heard of an EIGHTH GRADE PROM) May 18th Graduation ($24 for Cap and Gown and needs a dress) And Easter of course, except that for Easter she is in a thing and has to go up on stage, so she has to have a certain kind of dress. HOLY SHIT. She needs: A ball gown, shoes, hair and makeup, and she wants tanning and nails done An Easter dress, and shoes A Graduation dress, shoes, cap and gown A prom dress, shoes, hair, makeup, and of course nails and tanning A bathing suit And cash. If Eighth grade is this expensive to get out of, I hate to look at her Senior year!!!! Needless to say, I put a halt to the tanning issue… for real. Her hair and makeup can be done by Holly, Bill’s cousin who does every ones, she is an Artist. Her Graduation dress IS her Easter dress and shoes too. And we will go to Lexington and find her a Ball gown and Prom dress and shoes at the cheaper stores. So, I guess it is a bit more manageable. Blech. Then Dustin says… “I need a Tux Mom” What???? He has an awards ceremony for ROTC, after the ball, but thankfully he has to wear his Class A’s for that *whew* but for the awards ceremony he needs a Tux. Well, he can wear a suit, but him and all his Buds have decided that wearing a Tux would be sooooo much niftier. Some days I miss diapers and colic.