No more American Airlines for me

Matt left for his training this morning. That means no birthday vacation for me and no anniversary vacation for mom and dad.

American Airlines doesn't give two shits just as I had suspected. We would have to pay $150 per person to change to a different date plus the difference between the airfare. *Note: I bought our tickets three or four months ago. So for us to change the dates to the weekend after 4th of July would be and additional 400 bones a person and the weekend after that would be 350 a person. We originally paid $300 for each ticket.

The only way they would refund us because of the military is if he was being deployed. Uhhhhh.... No thanks!

I'm going to write them a nice edumacated sounding letter when I am in a better state of mind and also send a copy to my congress person. I believe American Airlines has quite the hustle going on. No one ever uses insurance on their tickets when they actually buy it and if you don't buy it then you are screwed.

The only reason that I usually fly American Airlines is because they are the only airlines that have direct flights from StL to Seattle. Now thanks to them I will not be seeing my husband until it is time for him to come home. I'll only need a one way ticket as we will be driving his car across country again and I can get a one way ticket for less than their $150 date switching fee.

American Airlines service is horrible anyway. I have flown Frontier a few times and they are my favorite. They have a mascot for each plane and TV monitors in the headrests. Not to mention, Frontier flights always stop in Denver and the view landing there is beautiful.

Stressed

I am beyond stressed for several reasons. My parents and I are supposed to go to Washington next weekend to see Matt. It is their 30th anniversary and my birthday is next week. They wanted to take a vacation for their anniversary and have never been to see their favorite son-in-law there. Some of Matt's unit is going to Yakima for training on Tuesday. Matt has been told for 3 months that he would not have to go. Yesterday they tell him that he has to go. He threw a fit and hopefully we will find out today if he has to go or not. Grandma is still hanging on by a thread and will die sometime soon. Don't know when. Maybe today, maybe next weekend, maybe next month. So now mom and dad are kinda up in the air about what they should do.

When I booked the flight for the three of us I did not purchase insurance for them because I thought everything will be ok. I highly doubt that American Airlines is gonna give two shits about any of this.

I don't understand why he has to do training. HE IS GETTING OUT. The only thing he needs to train for is how to deal with me on a daily basis and mow the yard and stuff. I doubt he will learn that through the army. So Mr. Big Shot of Matt's unit, you can kiss my big ole butt. I hate you, except for about two minutes on the 1st and 15th.

Oh and also my new phone is a POS. It's an envy 3. Don't get it.

I'm back

We had a great time this weekend. The concert was awesome. I can't wait to see them again sometime.

I'm back to dealing with morgage officers, realators, and other general bullshit.

Why can't this getting a house thing be easier? We have money just give us a damn loan. I never thought it would be such a pain.

I'm a little reckless

A lot has been going on in my world lately.

1. Grandma's pain is under control. She doesn't make any sense sometimes but she is smiling and laughing again. No one ever thought she would live this long. So I guess every good day is a blessing. Lately, she has been having more good days than bad days.

2. I'm sick of working two jobs.... STILL

3. Matt will be home FOR GOOD by the end of July. I am ecstatic about that.

4. Matt and I got approved for a home loan. We didn't get approved for as much as we wanted but that could be a good thing. My parents and I looked at a house last week and are going to look at one tonight.

5. My mother-in-law is officially at the top of our $hit list. Thanks for taking such good care of Matt's finances, while he was fighting for your freedom. It makes me sick to my stomach that someones own mother can't be trusted.

6. I'm on spring break... well I guess now. No school for this girl next Monday. Next paper due is supposed to be a narrative. I'm running out of stories to write about. I considered writing about when I was raped but I really don't want that bringing me down again.

7. I'm going to see Matt next weekend. We are going to a Reckless Kelly concert. If you haven't heard of them look them up. Good stuff.

Who steals BBQ sauce?

My mom bought some stuff for Matt for Valentine's day. Their was some M & M's, fruit smiles, a card, and some other stuff. I got one of those boxes from the post office that has the adhesive already on it. It wasn't full so I had my mom pick up some Doug McCain's BBQ sauce. (Matt loves that stuff) I got him a few more snacks and I had recorded some stuff off TV on VHS's for him. I packed it all up and I specifically remember putting the BBQ sauce in there.

I took it to the post office Friday on my lunch break. He got the package Monday. I didn't ask too many questions until last night. He told me that him and his buddy had porkchops for supper. I asked him if he used his Doug McCain's. He asked what the hell I was talking about. I told him that there was some in the box. He looked all over and couldn't find it. We ended up arguing about it.

Today he told me that the box had been taped up before he got it. I never put tape on it. Now, who in the hell would steal my husbands BBQ sauce? Someone took it out of there. If I didn't pack it it would be rolling around on my bed. If it was because of some kinda security issue, why wouldn't someone tell me. It makes me wonder what I bought for him and sent to Iraq got stolen too. Seriously who the hell would steal BBQ sauce.

The end is near

We found out a couple weeks ago that my Grandma on my dad's side has cancer. The cancer had basically ate away a bone in her leg and in her arm. She had surgery to fix her leg. They still didn't know where the cancer had started and if it could be treated. I found out today that the cancer had started in her lungs and had progressed very rapidly. They are not going to be able to treat her cancer. They have upped her pain medication so that she can be comfortable until God decides to take her.

My grandma is one of the nicest, kindest, most patient people I have ever know. She had 10 kids, 8 of which were boys, one of which is mentally retarded. I don't know how she kept from going nuts. She never has had one bad thing to say about anyone. Why did this have to happen to someone who always put others before herself?

Not a happy camper

I am in a very foul mood already this morning. I woke up to my mom saying "Your car is buried and if you want me to bring you to work I am leaving in 5 minutes." 5 minutes? It takes me longer than that to wake up. I told her just to go. So I go to the garage and look out the window to access the situation. Yeah it's buried. I got ready for work in near record time and began to shovel snow from around my car. Then some a-hole comes and plows the locker driveway next door. (There driveway and ours are connected) The owner's deceased father and my dad were really close and attached are driveways to make things easier for both of them. Not only did this a-hole watch me try to dig my little car out of a huge snow pile but he plowed all the snow from their driveway into our driveway. I ended up throwing the snow shovel at the garage and called my daddy crying to come pick me up. I only work two blocks from our house and my dad works in town too so it wasn't a big deal.

I HATE SNOW!!! I HATE LITTLE CARS IN SNOW!!! I LOVE MY DADDY!!! I'm thinking now maybe I should have let Matt get a tractor like he wanted. Then I could have plowed my car out. That would have been tuff!!! I'm supposed to get our taxes done on my lunch but unless I start walking now I don't think that's gonna happen.

Lesson of the day: Little sports cars and a foot of snow don't mix well.