Giving Thanks

While I complain - a lot - I have a lot to give thanks for. While some of the things are the same as last year, I have a few to add.

I am thankful that I have found an outlet and a whole new set of friends that I don't talk to on the phone or see every day that are a huge part of my life.

I am thankful that Cpt J and I are still gainfully employed as well as our closest friends.

Thank you to the older neighbor that tells me how pretty my smile is every time she sees me.

Thank you Dr. T for finding a good balance of coocoo pills for me.

Thank you Dr. K for finding a good balance of coocoo pills for my mom.

I am thankful that Cpt J has not figured out that I am on said coocoo pills, he just thinks I have learned to have A LOT of patience.

I am sure that I can think of a million more, so in a nutshell - I am thankful for being alive.

I hope that all of you have a safe and wonderful Holiday.

Cpt J's wife is going to buy stretchy pants today

On A Tilt

Does anyone else think that perhaps the world is in some bizarre tilt or something?

My good friends dad died. Phony-phonerton wrote a disgustingly phony email to my bosses (blech). Cpt J informed me that he will be traveling (by choice) the week of Christmas due to his parents lack of ability to be unselfish. It was 60 yesterday, it is 78 today. Didn't it snow in Australia in the past few days, like the day before their official summer? I still have no explanation for the flash of light that I saw the other day (maybe it was like the flash in Men in Black and I am not supposed to remember). I have managed to eat an entire jumbo box of gobstoppers today. I had to buy Cpt J a hat and gloves today because he is going to ND this week - try finding those in a Florida Target (one little hidden aisle). Oh, and a pair of manly slippers - which begs the question where ARE your slippers and how in the hell are you fitting in mine? I bought Oral B indicator floss, I kept looking for the "blue indicator." Either I have zero plaque (which I hope is the case), or this is just other stupid marketing scam that I fell for.

My mom had the audacity to call me and ask me a "question for her friend." "Can you check with J and see if there is rental car shuttle at XX airport?" WTF mom, you know better than this. Maybe she had the MB "flash" also. FYI, pilot's do not know this information - unless of course they have rented a car at XX airport. Or, if they have been out of the aircraft, meandering around outside of the terminal. AACK!

Cpt J's wife counting down the days to Honey Baked Ham and Eggnog in a reindeer cup

I Was Tagged

8 Things I'm looking forward to:

Spending the Thanksgiving Holiday with my mommy
Thanksgiving football
Eating food without guilt
Another stimulus check (haha,herher)
The beast getting a bath
Paying off my new wood floors
Getting a new camera
Cuban crackers

8 Things on my "Wish List:"

Winning the lottery
My football teams win this weekend
That everyone has safe travels over the holiday season
A new leather sectional
That Grissom wouldn't leave CSI
A new Kate Spade bag
That phony-phonerton would stop haunting me
That Cpt J and I will get big Holiday bonuses

8 TV Shows I Like To Watch:

Vegas CSI
Survivor
Paris Hilton, My New BFF (seriously!)
Real Housewives of wherever....
Cold Case
House Hunters
Cops
48 Hours Mystery

8 Things that Happened Yesterday:

I had another reason to add to my reasons of why I can't stand my outlaws
I cried
I watched the Dolphin's lose
I drank wine (surprise, suprise)
I yelled at my husband
I woke up happy
I went to sleep pissed
I saw a shooting star

Bizarre Occurances

I live in a bizarre world and I am it's queen.

Last night I was outside in the yard with the beast around 930. Cpt J called to tell me he was about 1/2 way home, when suddenly I saw a flash of light. Like a camera flash. Funny thing is J saw it in the car at the same time about 10 miles away. I was talking about it over coffee this morning when one my co-workers said a lady called in the radio station about it this morning. POOF! I can't find anymore info - anywhere.

I told you about my dad calling the office the other day.. well, a relative called me last night to tell me that the facililty my dad was in when he had dementia, called yesterday. WTF??? Reminder, he passed away 7 years ago.

I didn't put my heels on this morning, I left in my slippers. Guess who has to stay in her office all day?

I have threatened Cpt J within an inch of his life if he invites anyone over this weekend. Due to his "reserve" and gaming obsession, the lawn hasn't been mowed. He is in luck that because of the cooler weather, it doesn't need mowed as often. I had to clean HIS bathroom yesterday - um, gross. We are having a talk about that one. I have stepped over, tripped over and kicked his sneakers for the last time. I left them in the doorway of his CLEAN bathroom last night... heehee

Cpt J's wife just needs to get though the next few hours

10 Things (Language)

Just found my exes new wife just had a baby. Not sure why this is so disturbing to me. Rat.

Ten things a lot of people don't know about me:

1. In the 7th grade I shaved my head.
2. In the 10th grade I ran away with my BFF to live under a bridge for a week in Georgetown (DC).
3. I have been in long-term relationships (more than 2 years) with 3 pilots.
4. In the 11th grade I had a sponsorship with a skateboarding team.
5. When I was 25 years old I lived in upstate NY for an entire summer - in a tent.
6. When I lived in the tent, I didn't shave or wear deodorant.
7. I didn't eat for a week one time so I could afford to feed my dog.
8. I don't use credit cards.
9. I had a drug addiction.
10. I never had an orgasm until I met Cpt J.

There's so much more, but I will save it for another day.

Cpt J's wife reflecting on her past

Signs Signs Everywhere Is Signs

Stop reading now if you don't believe in spirits, ghosts, apparitions, whatever you want to call them ... I believe in them and had a moment yesterday that confirms my beliefs.

My great-grand parents were pastors. My dad grew up in an extreme, over-the-top, religious family (I won't mention the religion, you can use your own imagination) in the South.

My dad passed away in 2002 after a long struggle with Parkinson's disease. When he developed dementia he started talking to deceased relatives, looking up to the sky to try and grab things that weren't there (so we thought).

I was my dad's best friend as a child, distant as a teen, and not mentally there when he died. I moved to another city when he was at his sickest. Luckily I was able to make it back the night before he died, to say goodbye. Then my dad starting coming to visit me. He leaves a token in random locations, when I need him to show himself, when I need him the most. It always the same item. It's wonderful. The proof came the morning of my wedding, I personally washed, dried and stacked some china. When I went place the china, the token appeared in between the plates. Those plates were always in my possession, no one could have placed this item there.

Fast forward almost 7 years later. Yesterday I was sitting with the girls from my office. One of the assistants came in to tell me that "your dad is on the phone." Everyone heard it, but what she really said was "blah, blah, blah is on the phone." Apparently all the blood drained from face and I looked on the verge of passing out. My dad managed to find another way to tell me that he was around. As most of you know, I have been struggling with contacting my siblings. I am taking this as a sign.

I know you make think I am crazy. Maybe I am just holding on to something and imaging something that is not really there. But, it makes me feel good. I miss my dad horribly ...

I going to start buying Christmas lights today. I am determined to make this a freaking fa-la-la-la Holiday season.

Cpt J's wife looking up and grasping for the sky

Lunch With My Gay Husband

Due to the lack of immunity fighting cells in my body from my poisoning yesterday, I think I have caught a cold. It could also have something to do with the fact that it went from 85 over the weekend, to a high of 60 yesterday and supposedly it is only going to get colder. Um, hello, don't I live in Florida?

I don't have any food recipes to share for Trader Tuesday, but would like to offer these wonderful suggestions for a cold day:

Peppermint Schnapps and Hot Chocolate (Hot Schnaplips)
Warm Apple Cider with Captain Morgan

Cpt flies on Thursday! whoop! He has realized that the football game in on Thursday and not Saturday, so he is scheming to switch flights with someone. WTF??? Dude, you have not flown in weeks! You call EVERY Friday night to be released from reserve early! Now, because of a football game (yes, darling I know that it is SUPER important and we haven't been in the top 25 in two years), but HELLO!!! You are going to tick crew scheduling off and they will come back and bite your cute little ass. Yes, yes, I know you bleed orange and green ... More to follow on Thursday.

I am having lunch with the gays today! Yay, I love my gay-work-husbands. I need to go brush my hair different so they won't notice my obvious roots. Who am I kidding? They will still notice.

Cpt J's wife sniffling and sneezing, not yet coughing and aching

My MIL Has Poisoned Me

I think my mother in law poisoned me.

They decided to make the trek over from the beachside Saturday morning. We had a blissful (finger in mouth gagging) day at one of the lovely Orlando theme parks. Fortunately for Cpt J and I we had free tickets, otherwise I would have stuck pins in my eyes for paying $79.00 for a one day ticket. As usual with his parents there was annoying chaos at the ticket window because they had these cards with points or something stupid like that. Basically, they saved about $10.00. I convinced my nephew to tag along which was the one bright side as he is freakin' hilarious. All in all, J and I make fun where ever we go and because of this time of year there was no lines. whoop!

Fast forward to last night, J's mom insisted on making dinner for us. Well, she premade some of the items at her house and put them in my fridge until yesterday. I have had this dish several times over the years and haven't had any problems. Until now. I have been barfing since about 11 last night. It came in waves all through the night. Currently I have a TOTALLY empting stomach. If one more person asks me if I am ok, I am going home.

I don't think she REALLY poisoned me. She just cooks totally different from me. I am not used to the oils, spices, whatever, and I think that's what happens. Or it could all be mental, it seems like I get sick often with her food.

Cpt J just called to let me know that they have left. I hear the angels singing!!!! Peace when I get home!

Good news fellow readers - FINALLY some good news - J has Christmas Eve and Christmas Day off. His folks are visiting his sister in another state, so I have him home!! No running from place to place or being alone! I shared the news with my mom and while I am sure SHE is less than thrilled, I am excited to have the two people I love the most with ME. I hoping that this Holiday season is getting off to a good start.

J's schedule for December is really awesome, LOTS of flying and over guarantee potential.

Cpt J's wife playing a little Holiday music to get us in the mood

Feelin' Pretty Funky

I am in a funk, one of those funks where everyone annoys me and I want to be left alone. I am seriously over Cpt J and his reserve. If he doesn't fly every day next month I am going to go nuts, ok, well, at least 4 days out of the week. I cannot believe what a GIGANTIC bum he has become. He will do the things on the list I leave him, but you would think he would think beyond that and pull a weed or something. If he tells me one more time that he can't "get too involved in a project in case company calls," I am going to whack him with something.

The beast is shedding - massively. Once a month I have the beast mobile come to the house to bathe him, but I had to give him a hose down last weekend. I even dried him with the blower. There are CLUMPS of hair everywhere. Not like he has some weird illness or something, he is just shedding. Do you think Cpt J can bend his butt down and pick it up? I can only imagine what has blown under our furniture.

I have added Vitamin E to my prenatal regimen of the vitamins and folic acid. Let me tell you, my skin hasn't looked this good in a long time. I was one of those unfortunate people that suffered with acne most of my life. As a kid I took acutane and now as an adult I will get a random pimple that will turn into a life of it's own. So, cutting out the soda and taking the E seems to be beneficial.

Football Thursday - there is hope for my team to make the championships. Hoo hoo.

Cpt J's wife looking for a bright spot

How Many People Know What Natty Ice Is?

I am a hormonal freak of nature. I basically ripped Cpt J's head off this morning for a pretty silly thing. While I am still pissed at him, I have had some time to reflect on what is really important. There are bigger issues in the world. So, sorry J.

The December bids are out and look half decent. I don't want to get too excited and jinx it. To no surprise, J will most likely have to fly Christmas Eve. I don't think we have spent Christmas together since he was an instructor... really, it's ok - one more reason to poo poo on the Holidays :)

Some good news I heard - daycare costs will be going down because so many families can no longer afford it. Well, it's good news - but of course bad news included. I was really starting to wonder if I would have to some how smuggle a baby in to work each day. Obviously Cpt J would have no options, they would notice him with a bundle. Seriously, this daycare thing is an issue. I cannot quit work, nor do I want to. I know, putting the cart before the horse - but, it's stuff I think about.

If we bail out the car companies, can I buy a new SUV for less than $50,000? Ridiculous, ridiculous.

I have informed Cpt J that I am going to back to the old days of wine in a box and Natty Ice (God forbid we give up drinking, it's the only thing that keeps us sane), and Maverick cigarettes (maybe then we would quit). You know what he said? "Whatever you want to do babe." AAACKK!

Cpt J's wife has advice for today - if you want your hubbie to appreciate you, send him grocery shopping

Getting Worse Before Better

My anxiety is back. Perhaps it is because I have developed a serious case of OCD with this whole pregnancy thing. J and I decided last night that if we don't get prego this month, we are throwing out the tests and calendars and hoping for the best. It is what it is.

I am also SO over all of the negative news. Can't something really great happen to someone?

I will admit that I am getting a tad bit concerned about our future income. Might have something to do with the prego potential. How in the hell are we going to pay for a kid? Prepare for rant - grocery prices are out of control, daycare is insane, forget about cute clothes and diapers, Disney? Hahahaha!! My house needs painting (I dare the HOA to send me a note), we are in desperate need of a new sofa (well, not really desperate), I am sure I will need a new car soon... AAACCKK!

I know that it is going to get worse before it gets better, but does anyone have any really awesome news to share?

Bidding for next month happens today. If Cpt J doesn't start flying again soon I think he is going to go insane. Please mister crew scheduling guy, give him at least one flight a week! J was explaining to me the whole, complex deal with reserve vs. flying. Since he is guaranteed his reserve hours, throwing a flight or two in there could screw that up. It's a stupid system.

Considering a visit to the outlaws this weekend - I just need a trip to the beach. My mom was over at the condo last weekend and if it did her good, perhaps it will do the same for me.

Cpt J's wife is determined to make someone smile today

Annie Get Your Gun!

I am really terrified of what this world is coming to. I live in a gated community and pay a ridiculous amount of money every month to a pathetic excuse for an HOA. I realize that I don't live in a bubble and, I don't have a false sense of security that the outside world cannot penetrate my living environment.

But here we go - yesterday Cpt J and I were on our way out with the beast to enjoy a gorgeous Sunday morning. As we drove down the street we saw a large group of people standing by one of those big, gawdy, green electical boxes. We slowed down to see what the ruckus was about only to catch a glimpse of spray paint. I told J to go back to see what was up. The boxes had been "tagged." Spray paint reflected the words "Bloods, F**** you, D*ck, etc." Ok, so this is purely amateur. Bloods? Are you kidding me? I took some pictures and sent a nasty to our HOA, only to be told what to use to clean the box off. WHAT? They chalked it up to "a community of our size is bound to see random acts of vandalism." WHAT? This is scary people. If it were a tag of initials, art, whatever.. maybe I wouldn't be so freaked out. But, gang names? Even if it isn't really a gang (which I am sure it isn't), they are throwing out potentially dangerous signals.

Where are the parents? This obviously happened in the middle of the night on a Saturday. I really can't believe that this was the act of adults. Uh, an electrical box? Doubtful. I would imagine a "real gang" would find an electrical box as a trivial palet.

Hopefully I am just overreacting and it is stupid kids with stupid parents and nothing to do on a Saturday night.

Cpt J's wife looking in to getting a gun permit

Let Me Just Get This Out Of The Way

I have post-election stress disorder. Apparently the HR rule of "don't discuss race, religion or politics in the workplace," does not apply to my office. I am not an overly-competive person and have never been "in your faces bitches" when my team wins or I get my way. So, I don't think I should have to listen to these people this morning. I will NEVER believe that our new president elect was voted in purely on his values and plans. He was voted in because of race - there I said it, hate me if you want - but that is how I feel.

I will continue to support the troops, pay my taxes and support - gulp - our president.

The GREAT news today is that I found several ridiculously inexpensive sweaters at the GAP outlet, I can fit back in to my favorite black slacks and my hair is finally at a good length again.

Cpt J's wife with her hand over her heart

My Better Half

Cpt J is my better half. There I said it.

As most of you know I refuse to hand out candy to trick-or-treaters. I have NEVER in my life participated in this ritual. Yes, yes, as a kid I went trick-or-treating - but as an adult, I developed issues. Enough said.

So, I made bags for my neighbor BFF kid and the Puerto Rican grandkids. There was left over candy and Cpt J decided he wanted to hand it out. Naturally I protested, but he insisted that I was being an idiot and just give it a try. It was great. The kids were so freakin' cute and they actually said trick-or-treat and thank you. Their parents standing on the sidewalk would wave and thank us. I would like to mention that there were no kids in strollers (very important). Because of J, I got over another hurdle.

Cpt J has ground school this week. He will be out of the house, yippee! This reserve crap really sucks and I am over it. I know that he has to be going out of his mind as well, there is only so much you can do to entertain yourself when you can't go very far or spend much money.

Cpt J's wife letting down the walls one piece at a time