I have had a raging migraine for the past week. Feels like something is inside my head and trying to beat its way out of my skull. I'm sure that a complete and total lack of sleep isn't any fucking help at this stage, but barring the consumption of a bottle of wine nightly, sleep is not going to be happening anytime soon. Fortunately, I do foresee an end of the pounding headache: getting laid and hopefully soon. But then again, the last welcome home ceremony was just further proof that the "Hurry Up and Wait" is alive and well. I'm just hoping to get the call sometime before hell freezes over, and if you've been tracking the weather at all, you know that we are fast approaching the freezing point of brimstone and fire. FTA!
Last night was a whole lot of no fucking fun at all. Sitting at the hangar, waiting on the boys, listening to the brass quintet (who incidentally are fucking fantastic!!!)when someone comes over the PA to announce "The plane will be here in approximately 5 minutes. Please proceed outside to watch your soldier de-plane." FUCK YEAH!! Then another announcement, "The plane will not be able to land at Campbell Airfield tonight. Please return to your seats and wait while we figure out what the fuck is going on." Well, not verbatim, obviously. But that was the gist of it.
They diverted the plane to Nashville and had to send buses to pick up the guys. What the FUCK?!?!?!?! Who the hell is coordinating this shit? They couldn't have figured out that the landing strip was too fucking icy before everyone showed up? But no! Again, we are incapable of planning anything with any kind of forethought or consideration for others. It's way too much fun to fuck with people and dangle the boys in front of them and then laugh while we make them wait 7 more hours.
I've had it. My head is killing me and if stress doesn't give me a heart attack, hearing that a welcome home ceremony went smoothly just might do the job. I am staging a coup. I have never seen such fucked up, asinine, bullshit planning in my life and I can't take the stupidity anymore.
Welcome to my life: Seventeen years as an Army wife, four deployments, five kids, and more BULLSHIT than any person should ever have to fucking contend with. This is my personal bitch session regarding anything Army that pisses me the fuck off. There's some good advice for surviving Army life and fucking funny shit. I am a proud infantry wife and have learned to laugh when I wanted to cry and how to swear fluently. Don't like the truth or foul language? Fine. Don't fucking read my blog.
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