I got called into work at the last minute to bartend. I ended up with a headache and it was karoke night. Ugh. On the way home from work I was speeding down highway 16 and something was in the road. My last thought was, "I wonder what would happen if a deer jumped out in front of me". Not three seconds later there is this huge deer just standing in the middle of both lanes staring at me. It's not moving and I'm getting closer and closer. It's eyes are all green and glowing in my headlights. All I can think is brake, brake, where's the damn brake pedal. At the last second it ran off and I almost clipped it. It was some scary shit. The rest of the drive home I felt like throwing up.

I'm fucked
They can still fight it, but chances are Ellsworth is closing and I just signed a year lease.

We got about a foot of snow last night and this morning. We're suposed to get another foot tonight. When it snows around here, it is usually just an inch and it will blow around a lot. When things like this happnen, no one knows what to do. The streets aren't plowed at all. It makes for some very scary driving. I ran out of cigarettes. If I have to be stuck in the house until Wednesday, I'd better have some smokes. I got stuck twice in the street trying to pull away from the curb. I decided that it wasn't safe to go more than 15 mph. A few assholes along the way decided to go way too fast and I watched them swerve and fishtail around. Pulling out of the shoppette, I almost hit a cop. Some guy decided not to pay for his gas, so the cops were there. I got a few inches from hitting him when I fishtailed at the stop sign.

So now I'm back in the house with smokes. I need to pull my car into the driveway in case they plow the roads, but I'm pretty sure I'd get stuck in the knee high drifts. It's just going to have to wait until J gets home around 5. If worse comes to worse, I'll get a ticket. There isn't really much I can do at this point.

The neighbors have another car now. That brings their total up to four cars. Three of them are in the street spaces closest to the house and one is in the garage. It's getting to the point where I don't want to drive my car anywhere because they take my spot. I left today and I watched what happened. I saw the husband run out and move his new car out of the driveway and take my spot. It was like he was waiting. When J goes to work around 6am tomorrow I have to pull the car out of the driveway and try to find a spot. Hopefully I will be lucky and the husband has commander's call at the same time. I don't know why this upsets me so much. In a week, J will be at ALS and I can have the driveway. I guess I'm just annoyed at the fact that two people feel the need to have so many cars (one of them doesn't even run)when there already isn't enough parking for two people to have two cars.

Willis' big teeth are starting to fall out and I'm finding them everywhere. It's kind of gross and I feel bad for him. It looks painful. It does explain his crabby mood and constant drooling and chewing. I have to take him to the vet in a few weeks by myself. He's too big to be on my lap while I'm driving and I'm not sure that he will sit by himself in the passenger seat or back seat. Thankfully, it is only a few blocks to drive. I made the mistake of teaching him "speak" so all he does is bark. He doesn't understand that barking all day gets him no treats. We're working on shake right now. He kind of gets it. I should probably be teaching him to stay or something useful like that.

Edit: All this shit about finding a place to park makes me want to move. I keep hoping that when J sews on Staff he will get a housing upgrade. Maybe they'll let us move into the base housing downtown. I also wish he'd hurry up and to to OTS. He only needs two more credits for his bachelor's degree. That is the only thing standing in his way. He can easily test out and not have to even open a book. It's really stupid to let the actions of other people bother me so much that I want to move, especially over something so stupid. I'm just tired of having crappy neighbors. I doubt that would change if we moved.

I just bought my first car! Well...maybe. I'm still waiting for the loan to go through. Hopefully they can make it work. I'm not too thrilled about the car. It's a Neon. At least it will get me to and from work while J is in ALS. My second choice car is an Olds Bravada and I like it way more. It actually has room for Willis and his huge kennel. It has an assload of miles on it though. Either way, I'm happy.

Most people buy their first car in highschool. My graduation present from mom and dad was a crappy Tarus wagon that didn't have a transmission in it. It sat in the driveway for almost 2 years. I never put one in because I didn't have any money. It did serve as a nice apartment for one of my boyfriends. He said it was nice and roomy. Looking back, I probably shouldn't have dated a guy who was more than happy to live in a car that was parked in my parents driveway.

Mostly, I'm happy that I got the loan all by myself. J didn't have to co-sign for it. I have no credit at all and the loan wasn't for much. Now all I have to do is wait for the phone call.

-> I finally buried the hatchet with Jason. After two days of uncomfortable silence I said fuck it and decided to be nice. He apologized kind of and things were fine...almost good again.
-> I got to snuggle babies for almost two weeks straight. Jason's daugher is such a sweet baby. I even have photo evidence of J sleeping with the baby on his stomach.
-> Willis learned how to sit and almost shake. He gained a lot of weight (he's 30lbs now.) He also travels really well and lost a whole bunch of his puppy teeth.
-> J and I have decided to have a baby. We're going to start trying in about 6 months. We decided that we wouldn't mind one and why not have it for free before he gets out of the airfoce in 2 years. (assuming he gets out.) Because of all of the RF radiation he is around it is almost a 90 percent chance of being a girl. They also used to shoot each other in the nuts with the RF gun for good luck. Stupid boys.
-> J got a shot a deer and I got to gut and skin it. It was interesting but I don't care for the taste of deer meat, especially very fresh deer meat.

I'm sure there was some more fun stuff in there, but I'm exhausted. We've spent the last 3 days in the car. It takes so much more time with Willis because he has to get out of the car evey hour or he howls. I did manage to put up the Christmas tree tonight. I'm saving the windows for tomorrow.

I made Willis a Superman costume for Halloween. He really liked wearing it. I took him outside to hand out candy with me on the porch. It was pouring rain and about twenty degrees. He decided to drink water out of the gutter spout and got soaking wet. Then he got cold and wanted to go back in.

We had maybe fifteen kids come by the house. The weather was just too crappy. The last kid that came by around 7 got half a grocery bag of candy. He was really happy, but his mom wasn't.

I just asked for papers to resign from my job. Barb wouldn't let me sign them. I am not allowed to quit and I'm kind of pissed off about it.

Willis is starting to bark at the door so I can let him out. I am so happy about this. I finally have confirmation that he is getting it. He plays with toys by himself and knows the different names of toys like ball, bone, and tooty chicken. He tries to show his toys to the cat and cries when Aristotle runs away. I am almost starting to enjoy having a puppy. We went for a walk on the sidewalk and played in the front yard grass. He knows the difference between where he goes out for the bathroom and where he goes out for playtime. He is still far from perfect, but he is getting it! I'm kind of sad that I have to put him in his crate soon while I go to work. He's being really good today.

I really can't wait for Willis to grow up. I'm tired of the puppy hassle and not being able to do anything. J isn't much help either. He doesn't really take care of HIS dog. Puppies are cute but they are a pain in the ass. I have to keep reminding myself that he is only a baby and this isn't forever.

This weekend we're taking the dog fishing. I think it's going to be more trouble than it's worth. I want to stay home but I sort of don't trust J to not do something retarded....like take him off his leash. The work picnic is on Saturday and thankfully, Willis is not invited. I also promised to cook a big chicken for a few of J's friends. It's going to be a long weekend.

It's my first day at work since getting the puppy. I'm going to try to come home at lunch and let him out. It's only 4 hours but he sucks at the whole crate training thing. He kind of doesn't care if he pees on himself or worse. I get up 3 times in the middle of the night to let him out. J gets to sleep all day. Maybe he can let he dog out to pee at noon.

I wish I had something else going on except dog stuff, but sadly I don't.

Willis came home yesterday. He's a really sweet puppy. My favorite thing about him is his huge feet. His little foot pads don't have calluses yet and they are so soft and squishy. He already understands to go to the bathroom outside but the neighbor's big dog scares him. He will usually go right in front of the patio door. It's not great, but at least he knows what's going on. He will go outside if we catch him in time. He doesn't mind going into his crate and sleeping. He's pretty good about not chewing. The cat won't hang out with him yet because he's still too wiggly and excited. Aristotle will sit on a chair and watch him and he's not mad at us at all. Once I moved his food bowls he was happy.

I am tired though. I was up at 5 and I have to spend the whole day with Willis while J sleeps. I'm a little scared. I don't want to spend too much time with Willis so that he can't be alone. I also don't want him roaming around the kitchen unsupervised for too long.

I can't wait for his legs to be long enough to use the stairs. I'm getting really tired of carrying him. He's a little too big for that.

So much for being pain free. Vioxx just got pulled off the market today. Damnit.

This is Willis. We haven't offically named him that yet. I just decided that he looked like a Willis. J is a little pissed off that I named his dog. We can't go pick him up until after the 2nd of next month. He's still too little to leave home. I've never had a dog before and I'm really nervous, mostly about the crate training and housebreaking.

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I finally managed to replace the lightbulb in the refrigerator. It burnt out oh... almost 3 years ago. It's nice to see my food again.

I spent most of the day wrapped up in blankets pouring beer. They almost cancelled the Airshow due to ungodly amounts of rain and wind. In the end, only the B1 and a few F16s got to go up for flybys. The Thunderbirds couldn't fly either. I guess the clouds were too low. I ended up going worth 7 kegs of beer at three dollars a glass. I think I made some good money. Dean-o was happy with me. It was suposed to be sunny and in the 70s. We would have sold more if that had happened.

I guess it wasn't such a bad day. I met some guy with cool bling teeth. I don't know if that's the proper term but he had lots of diamonds in his gold teeth. I've never seen it up close like that. I don't really understand the fascination with diamond encrusted bling teeth, especially in South Dakota. Services let them share our beer tent to sell water. When it's pouring down rain and there's plenty of beer, water isn't really a big seller. Last year they made over 4,000 dollars. This year they sold 17 bottles. I felt kind of bad for them. At least it was good for people watching.

I have the next 3 days off and then only 8 hours next week. I'm stuck with two crappy dining room shifts, both on slow days. I don't know what I'm going to go for the next 9 days. I supose I could clean the house and make it look like I've done something productive for the last 3 months.

They posted all of our phone numbers on the board at work last week. I have about 3 or 4 annoying co-workers calling my house all day long. I don't want to not answer the phone in case it is someone important. I'm also way too nice to tell these ladies to stop calling me. I'm tired of making excuses about why I can't talk right now, only to have them call back ten minutes later. I got me some caller id and now I'm safe from unwanted phone-talkers who have nothing better to do than call me all day. I have to survive until Monday without it though.

I made it here ok. No major disasters. I got stuck next to this older lady from Florida from Detroit to Alpena. She looked like she'd had one too many facelifts and she was this sick shade of bronze. She kept popping vallium after vallium. All she talked about was diamonds and vodka. I wanted to shoot myself.

Mom isn't here. I'm not sure where she is, but I'm sad that I don't get to see her for a few days. Dad wants me to go downstate with him, but I don't want to ride in the car. It's way too hot in the house and too humid outside. I'm not a fan of the humidity.

I miss South Dakota and work already. How lame is that?

I managed to catch some fireworks last night. I walked into the kitchen and someone was setting them off out in the field behind the house. They weren't that great or anything, but it was better than nothing. I sat in the dark with the cats on my lap for a few hours just watching. It made me a little homesick though. The last time I watched fireworks was about 3 years ago. I sat out in the empty lot in front of mom and dad's house with Chris and James.

It's just another holiday that I have to spend by myself. I wanted to go out to Mt. Rushmore and hang around there but I waited too long and the traffic was awful. I ended up turning around.

My birthday is in 11 days. I wanted to have a nice party, but all of my friends left with J so I'm stuck alone. I'm pretty sure I'll have to work at 4am anyway. It would be nice to have some fun though. I might go down to the Legion and drink with some old vetrans. That's always a good time.