Military Homecoming, the embarrassing truth.

I NEVER go overboard with the homecoming attire (oh how I wish this statement could end here.) However, since this is homecoming number 632 (sarcasm, but not that far off base,) I thought I’d spice things up a bit. Ha. First mistake! I wore a black and while polka dot number with some sexy black wedges -second mistake and covered up the bursting cleavage with a cute crop cardigan buttoned up- gotta keep it PG ladies. I had my hair and nails done in advance and arranged for a friend sleep over at the house with the kids, as it was suppose to be a 0400 ceremony.

He calls me at 1230 saying they were leaving location X and its only about a hour long flight so I needed to start making my way over to the ceremony location, STAT. wtf, over.

The time ended up being bumped to a 0130 ceremony, which totally messed up my time management planning. This should have been a sign that things were not going to go as I had hoped.

So I jump up out of bed (was trying to get a little pregame rest) and quickly got dressed, put on a little make up, flipped my hair over in hopes of bringing some life and bounce back to the curls, then darted out the door.  I stopped in the lobby to talk to the hotel receptionist for a minute, verifying that I’m not actually a prostitute leaving all dolled up at 1am even though I will be returning with a man. She laughed. I needed a little lighthearted humor.

By the time I made it to the ceremony location the parking lot was FULL. Was I the last to be informed of the time change? Man, I miss the good old days of FRG leaders actually making it their duty to make sure everyone knows where to go and called with time changes. Here in 2013 we have to click refresh on Internet browser to see if the webpage has been updated with changes, which it rarely is. So I parked my car, give my lips a little color, tried to tame the now unruly bedhead curls, and I took off in almost a sprint- clearly forgetting I went sans flats this time. Immediately I caught a rock awkwardly with my heel and twisted my ankle. Twisted my fucking ankle and fall in the parking lot at 0130, skinning up my knee a bit on the loose gravel. I was mortified, crushed, humiliated to the max! How could I forget I was 4 inches taller than normal?

With all the courage I could muster, I stood up, brushed myself off, and gingerly headed to the gate with a conspicuous limp. My ankle, now very weak, wobbling, and throbbing, my knee scraped and bleeding, my pride depleted.

I trudged forward.

I had a man to watch exit the plane, signifying the end of a deployment. I am determined to walk it off and not let the throbbing pain interfere. Just as I’m approaching the building, my ankle gave out. It completely gave out on me with no advance notice. There I go, falling again, only this time in front of some 4 soldiers on redeployment bag detail.  At this point, it was all I could do not to bust out in tears. My ankle is the size of a engorged orange, all pride and self-confidence – shattered. I just wanted to get my man and leave. And that’s exactly what I did. I took off those beautiful godforsaken damn shoes, waited patently for him to find me, we both got a good laugh out of my misfortune, and he helped me back to the car.

All the pain and embarrassment I had endured was nothing compared to finally feeling whole again. My partner in crime is back from another deployment. My heart is happy.

Apparently this should be my theme song...
 

Gee Thanks

As if my self esteem isn't low enough.

Thick. Really. ugh.

I mean its true, but still! 

I'm searching for a new gym once the Mr deploys. Then maybe someone can search for "short,sexy as hell,dark hair,and freckled face" and get directed to me. Yea, that would be nice.

Check Yo Stats!

Gotta check those Stats > Traffic Source, because how else would you know if you are associated with Gypsy Porn. 

Sorry guys, no Gypsy Porn here. Not today anyways. 

I'm trying hard not to think about the "Green Fuzzy Quack Moldy Duck" search and why it would be directed here...

oh no he di'int

Having a horrible, poor me, kinda day. {Pitty-Party to come}
I called to make an appointment with the doc I don't like, but he has all my medical records etc. He is old and extremely old school. Chauvinistic. He makes me, as a woman, feel like he is talking down to me at all times. Needless to say, I'm not a huge fan that. So I called his office and  requested an appointment with his PA who is a female. When they tried to push me into an appointment slot with Dr. A-Hole, I spoke up and said that I would be much happier seeing a woman. (There's nothing wrong with that, right?!)

He has his receptionist call me back 20 minutes later and tells me that "HE oversees all her appointment and since I would like to see a female then I need to go ahead and find a new doctor."

WTF.
I have never had something like this happen to me before and I really don't know how to take it. I feel like I was just fired from a job I never wanted. Or dumped by a bod boyfriend that I had planned on ending things with first.

Dejected.

Have you ever dealt with something like this before? Because it sure is a first for me!