Wit, Wisdom & Wonder

Philosophically speaking, should the Wii Chicken Blaster game have an Uzi setting? And should there by a chicken uprising, where would they get so many machetes and beanies? I'm still somewhat confused over the ghost chickens who can launch rotten eggs at you.

Inquiring minds.

Josh has been in contact on a regular basis, to which I am most grateful. He did have some specifics for us - his cranial has Cookie printed on the back bottom, along with 5T on the front and back, his green vest and a blue jacket with a red stripe along the left sleeve. He has not yet been up on deck for helio packing, but his turn is coming. They are taking shifts of volunteers to minimize exposure. *sigh*

Tonight, the VAQ-139 Squadron is hosting a Town Meeting to discuss the entire situation. There's a lot of rumor, I assume the signal to noise ratio is minimal at best.

Meanwhile, I'm out of dog food (the horror) and need more poultry feed, which means I must go to the feedstore. Where they might have chicks. Beautiful, fluffy, sweet little chickies. Pray for me.

Joshua's attorney is driving me bonkers. I wanted a barracuda. Josh hired a gopher. Things the lawyer does that piss me off:

I call, I identify myself as Mrs. Cook. He then asks *twice* if I'm Josh's wife. Why, yes, yes I am. I am his wife. He and I have met. Josh introduced us. *headdesk*

Then he asks twice if I'm sure I have Power of Attorney. Yes, I'm sure I have PoA. I'm a military wife. This is what we do. Finally, I offer to fax him a copy so he can be certain.

He continually interrupts me. I'm not sure if this is a lawyer thing, a man thing or a jackass thing. Either way, I started to make a gentle reprove and he INTERRUPTED ME AGAIN so he heard none of it.

He asks for the name and number on the settlement offer. I spell the man's name - the lawyer interrupts. I recite the phone number - the lawyer interrupts. Then he tells me there's not enough numbers, I repeat it again. He interrupts me, again!

I'm going to fax the settlement letter to him. I have absolutely no idea if he managed to even hear what I was reporting about the letter, given how many times he interrupted me.

My husband is a sneaky bastard.

He'd written I love you on my FB wall and while I was answering, he stole my cookie!

Josh's eye has been getting worse, his undereye swelling and without the stitches to hold it together, the newly healed skin is pulling apart. Then there's the pain issue, which OTCs weren't covering. So I nagged him into going to Sick Call yesterday where they finally ran a non-contrast CAT scan. It showed tissue damage, but thankfully no broken bone or sinus issues. They gave him Tramadol for the pain which knocked him on his ass for a few hours. We'll continue to use ice packs to bring down the swelling and hope this passes quickly.

Now to a little off topic whining: Meanwhile, we have the Command Holiday Party tonight. *sigh* I'm probably dreading this more than its worth, but there's nothing I want to do less than spend the 2nd night of Hanukkah with a bunch of strangers playing Navy Wife.

Hubby is home! Picking him up at the base was a ruddy pain in the tuchus given I've lost my ID card, but after swearing not to bomb the place (at the guard's insistence) I was allowed to drive on. Kevin met up with me for the wait, quite surreal watching him walk over from a hanger to the waiting room.

In other hubby-related news, his face is healing well and the Navy doctor had removed the stitches thankfully before Josh got home. He's covered in bruises, and has several gashes to heal up. *sigh* He really took a pounding when the plane exhaust blew him across the deck. His CO even came up to check on him when he got off the plane today and assured me they took great care of Josh while on the boat - told me all about them calling in the plastic surgeon on the boat, etc. I was very impressed with him as a CO for doing this, its a real gift to have one so concerned about his men.

We've had a lovely afternoon hanging out, playing with the dogs and playing a gag on Kevin which is always good fun. We'd promised Kevin our big over-sized green leather chair and matching ottoman when he got divorced, so before meeting up with him for dinner we drove over to his place and set it up in his garage. Complete with side table with banana ketchup (he drives around with a bottle of it in case local restaurants don't offer it and they generally don't) as a surprise. So after a lovely dinner at Zorba's, we sneakily followed him home and parked across his driveway as we watched him throw up the garage door and stand there laughing his ass off. We helped him get it set up in his living room (quite posh now), before heading home. Making Kevin laugh and hugging the Boo, not a bad dessert all things concerned!

Not sure what we're going to do with that space, at the very least we'll be tinkering with the living room setup. Moving the bookcases out is first priority but after that, I've no idea.

Josh's birthday is next week and I still have no idea what to get for him. Unlike ordinary folks, Josh refuses to do anyone the favor of giving us a hint or just saying "wow, I'd really love to have this" or "that'd look great in my den". *seethe* Honestly, if he doesn't start being helpful and I mean NOW he's going to end up with a new sheet set and comforter set because I need to buy those anyway. Oh, I'll go ahead and wrap them up pretty, yanno.

I may even threaten to get him his own chicken. :)

I, of course, have already given him a list of three things I'd adore for Hanukkah. 3 of 8 in early October, see I'm a treat to buy prezzies for! I'm also, if history repeats itself, going to have to get those at least two of those three things for myself. *sigh*

Anyone with better intel? Or suggestions?

We've finally made the deal to buy the Silverado, now we're just waiting for the insurance check to clear at our credit union.

*sigh*

This afternoon while I was painting the front porch steps (from a hideous dark green to a lovely sand color), Josh was running our friend's teenager home after helping with the sanding. Josh stopped at the gas station, the bank, grabbed a pizza and was headed with home with Doodle on the front seat with him.

In the town south of us, a teenager was celebrating with her friend after having been given a Jeep for her birthday. She immediately set off from home with her friend in the passenger seat for Oak Harbor. Where she blew through a light and t-squared Josh's big truck right behind the driver's seat.

Josh is fine (but sore). Doodle is fine (but sore and confused). The truck is likely totaled - loads of side-panel damage, drive shaft was knocked out of the transfer case, the rear axle is bent, the driver's rear wheel is torqued and the emergency brake cable snapped). The teenager drove away with a smooshed front end and a ticket for running the red light at speed. Kevin, Josh and I got to spend a few hours with Whidbey General's Finest in the ER, waiting for CAT scan results.

The story I gleaned listening to the men in the teenager's family talk among themselves. One of their comments was "she doesn't pay any attention to her teachers or parents, I don't know why they thought she'd pay attention to traffic signs!"

Which really pisses me off. There's a lesson here, but I doubt anyone learned it.

I've finally figured out the correct combination of layering to remain warm & toasty on the back of the motorcycle. In April. In the Pacific Northwest. During the late afternoon.

This involves:
Halter with built in bra (underwires + armor = ow, Ow, OWIE!)
Polar undershirt
Long johns
Thick jeans
100% cotton or wool sweater
Fleece or down vest
Polar gloves
Armored riding jacket
Ear muffs
Helmet (now sporting spiffy new Valkyrie/Bald Eagle wings)
Fleece hiking socks
Leather boots
1/2 face ski mask (I feel like a bank robber in it, though)

And no, I'm not particularly flexible in all that nor am I quick to suit up. But I am warm & toasty, which is the absolute priority. Those and tunes, since I'm not driving. Speaking of priorities, I've finally ordered a bunch of stickers and patches for my get up. Picy goodness to come once the aforementioned is assembled.