So Devin and I have experience so many hardships together whether it be because of the military or because of life itself. I wanted to write a word document for the things that I can't really put out on the internet. Anyways, here I am trying to let out my frustration about army life and I find myself writing about my mom.
Is that horrible?
I mean it will be a year in a couple of weeks. I guess I should rephrase.
Should I been more "moved" on by now?
Maybe these are more rhetorical questions but still it would be nice if there was a manual or something that could help say when is the time you should be able to let loose again.
Whenever I reflect on the day that I broke down and cried in my mother-in-laws arms, I cry all over again. She just held me and comforted me and didn't judge that snot was running down my face just as fast as tears were. She told me how sorry she was, but she didn't have any part in it. This was the plan that God had for my mom. God was the only one in control.
It hurt seeing my mom in such a vulnerable position.
I just needed to get that out there and take a deep breath and ramble and rant.
(((((( BIG BREATH))))))
((((((SIGH))))))
((((INHALE))))
(((((EXHALE))))
Okay I am ready.
So I had to work Halloween. It sucked because I had asked off for it like 3 weeks ago and I never got a response so I figured that meant I had to work. It wasn't too busy, but at the tail end right before we close we get a table. It was like 15 minutes til so it wasn't bad and since they tipped $20 it wasn't bad either. Well we close at 9 on Wednesday and here the sign is off and it's apparent that we are closed, but this lady sees the open sign off, reads the hours, and opens the door and asks if we are open. My boss's friends told him to just let them in so he did. They stayed for an hour and ordered all kinds of food. They were nice and funny at least, but still come on people.
I was really looking forward to passing out candy with Devin tonight, but nope that wasn't in the works for us. Devin had to do 24 hour duty and I had to work ( like mentioned earlier). I think passing out the candy would probably be more fun than trick or treating because:
1. You buy the candy and you can ration out how much you give so at the end of the night you have candy, that you like, all to yourself and you didn't even have to go door to door.
2. You get to see all the creative costumes ranging from ages infant-adult lol
Anyways, by the time Christmas rolls around I will be over this but for now I am upset. :)
Well so the sushi chef decides to tell me, after he has been drinking and while we are waiting for the last table to finish, that people who pray are weak. I said, "What?!" He replied, " Yea, people pray for a better life, things to happen in their favor, etc so they are weak." I said, "NO! And you don't want to get me started on this so I suggest you stop." He said, " No really, they are weak. Why you pray?" I said, " Yes I do." He said, " Oh well, sorry." I said, " Now I know you are drunk but seriously you need to keep that off limits."
It just pissed me off and made me really want to leave more because of how ignorant he was/is. I still can't believe he said that out loud.
TRANSITION
So I have been craving mexican candy. I sent my dad a picture of these lollipops I wanted plus the spaghetti lucas. He sent me so much that I will have enough by the time we go back to Texas. My dad sends the greatest care packages though. They last for forever!
I just wanted to end this saying I am honored to call my dad MY dad. ( Well yea, he's Janna's dad too , but you get what I mean) His next door neighbor had three kids all in high school. The oldest who was a senior committed suicide last week. The mom found him and she is having nightmares and still greatly effected. ( Of course) They pay $1100 a month for rent and got their car repossessed. My dad wants to help them and have them move into his old house once he puts new carpet in it and help them out. They can get out of the house with the bad juju and pay less a month for rent. This man is truly self less.
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