Let us begin with the rant, shall we...because I can.
Dear University of Phoenix (more specifically my Academic Advisor and Financial Advisor),
WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SCREWING WITH ME!?! You screw up the "paperwork" but as usual it is the little guy that suffers. I want my f'ing Pell Grant and I want it last week. Just so you know, I'll be on the phone with you AGAIN in the morning and every morning until I have the $$ in my account. It should have been there two weeks ago, then again this week...now you are saying December...UNACCEPTABLE. Don't F**K with me...DON'T.
Now that is out of my system...
I have discovered that I really, really dislike doing dishes (could be that's why the Spouse did them). I miss the Spouse, I miss his doing the dishes...sigh. The screamers miss him too of course, especially when Mommy goes all Drill Sgt on their rears (the tone, look and volume work really well for a reason). But hey, I gets results...no toys in the floor as a look around right now. Such good little dirtbags...I mean privates...I mean screamers, yeah, screamers.
The Spouse seems to be enjoying his time in OK for the moment...he's all excited about the intense PT program more than anything else. Whatever floats your boat babe. Since he is a 'student' and not a 'trainee' he gets to chitchat on his pre-paid cell during his free time. But then again, I think that is an AIT thing anyway...not sure. I know it wasn't when he went through the 1st time, but hey things have changed and they got to be all nicey nice now (did you know that BCT enlistees carry around stress cards so the Drills can keep tabs on them...stress cards for crying out loud).
At any rate, we are getting by...biding our time 'til that 1st check comes in and hoping nothing gets cut off (electric, phone, etc) 'til then since University of Phoenix is a bunch of dumb a**es (see above rant).
As to the few that have emailed me about my thoughts on Hood...you've heard back from me. Have nothing to add here except all of the fallen, the wounded and their families are most definitely in my thoughts and prayers.
Surviving mild insanity in a slightly sane manner. Preppin' for the worst, hoping for the best.
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1 comment:
Hang in there Momma, yer doin' a fine job. And yes, dishes suck, heh heh heh... Be a total thorn in the butt to those college pukes 'till you get yer grant, don't let 'em jack you around. And I can see that yer not, good on ya...
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