Wednesday June 6, 2001
The day just started and I already have about 14 things on my agenda to write about. Most of them carry over from yesterday. How exciting to have something to talk about for a change.
I'll start with Farny calling me this morning. I haven't talked to her in a few weeks so it was great to catch up. She has some leave coming up and wanted to come visit. Unfortunately my "2 weeks a year" commitment falls at the exact same time as her leave. We are tentatively talking about her spending a long weekend with me though. My fingers are crossed. It would be such a great time. I wish that Farny wasn't so far away. It would have been awesome if Mikey had been stationed at Meade. I'd still be in the Army right now.
I called my mom last night. Just to check in since it's been a couple of months. Nothing much going on at home. She and her girlfriend were not on very good terms last time we talked, but Donna was over last night so I guess they made up. My sister has been taking my niece to her paternal grandparents house and now she's just insufferable. Mom says that she's gone from being a sweet little girl to being a total butt now. Of course, I think it could also be the age. Elijah got on my last nerve a few times at that point in life.
I went to June's house yesterday and hung out for a few hours. She's taken on a new kid. He's 10 years old and the older brother of one of the other kids. In my opinion, there is something really wrong with these parents. They take a totally passive view on parenting and the kids run over them pretty much at will. I've seen the younger one hit the mom when she came to get him one afternoon and she actually apologized for making him angry. How fucked up is that?
I really shouldn't judge their parenting skills. I know I shouldn't, but I think that those boys need some boundaries. The youngest one is the bane of the toddlers. He isolates himself most of the time, but when he does interact, it's to torment the little kids. The older one kept fighting with the school age kids. He kept trying to fight with them physically and said scary stuff about how it was his "destiny to snap [their] arms like toothpicks". He got into a screaming match with the girls among other weird and antisocial acts. It wasn't any fun to hang out. Usually I enjoy chatting with June, but it was too crazy this time.
I promised a story about this girl from drill so here it is. There is no value to this story besides whatever entertainment it might provide. Let me start by describing this girl. The first word that pops into my head is obnoxious. She's not a very pretty thing to look at. She's really small, probably about 5'2" at the tallest and I'd swear that she doesn't weigh an ounce over 100 pounds. She has super blond hair and a really pointy face that reminds me of certain rodents. Her looks will be relevent in a minute.
I thought she seemed pretty nice when I first showed up at the unit and she wanted to know about my pregnancy and we just chatted on that level. I sought her out after that, but I ended up regretting it. She's really rude to everyone. I really don't get how she can be so oblivious of how people around her react to her. Or maybe she just doesn't care. I mean I don't hate her or even dislike her, I just don't understand.
I've been friendly with another girl that I met at drill last month. I really like her and enjoy hanging out, but she doesn't like girl A at all. I can't think of her name so I'll call her Carrie. Girl B, I'll call her Beth, thinks that she's a mean bitch and I can see how she might. Here's probably the biggest reason that Beth's pissed off. The supply sergeant had a baby recently and the baby is really sick. He's had a ton of operations and he's only a few months old. It's really tragic. They don't know what caused the complications. She's a bit older so that may have been part of it, but she also smokes. I think there were also some genetic things involved.
Carrie said flat out that she blames the sgt. for smoking during the pregnancy and that she deserves to have an unhealthy baby. I was shocked when she said that to us. She barely knows us and to just tell us something so heartless... Beth hasn't been having any luck getting pregnant even though she's trying so hard. I think that made it even worse to her. As soon as Carrie got up and skipped away to spread love and joy to someone else, Beth told me that she can't stand Carrie. I don't blame her a bit. It was probably the worst thing someone has ever said as though it was a matter of fact.
Don't get me wrong, I've heard many a vile thing said. Hell, I've said worse countless times. What I mean when I say that is that Carrie isn't mad at the sgt. or anything. She just thinks that because she smoked that she deserves to have a baby with all those problems that may or may not be related to the fact that she smoked. It was the total lack of passion in the delivery of that stament that shocked me most.
Beth is also tired of Carrie looking for attention. She's really loud for one thing. She's totally obsessed with being absolutely right about everything. We have classes about police procedures (because we're MPs) and she totally feels the need to dominate every lecture. And if she answers a question wrong, she'll argue it to the bitter end. It bemuses me personally more than anything. I guess because I don't care.
Then the other day, we girls changed for PT in the bathroom. Beth is suffering from low self esteem right now. She recently got out of the Army and she never really got a chance to get to know anyone in the area so she lacks a social life (sounds familiar) and she doesn't have a job right now. I think that that colors her perceptions right now because she feels fat. I think she's beautiful, I've seen the pictures of her with her hair down and make up on and I don't care how it sounds, that girl is a fox. I guess she's put on a little weight since she came back to the states from Germany and now she's just feeling insecure. So here's Carrie patting her stomach talking about how fat she is.
I have days when I feel huge. Everyone does. Hell, I did that day because I borrowed my husband's PT shorts and they were tight on me. The thing is that it just wasn't the time to say it. She is easily 5 to 10 lbs underweight and by far the smallest person in the room. Smaller than me by far and I often hear how I look anorexic. The looks she got from the other girls should have clued her in, but she just kept talking. I wouldn't have been able to stop them if they had decided to lynch her.
Drill is rapidly approaching and I sincerely hope that Jackie is back. Jackie is a girl who started going the same time I did and we were both pregnant. I haven't seen her in months because first I had my baby and then she got put on bedrest and finally had her baby ( a girl named Belle) a couple of months ago. I wanna see pictures of this little girl and just enjoy the sensation of hanging out with someone who doesn't piss everyone off. Unfortunately Jackie is going to be leaving really soon. I think in a couple of months. *sigh* I'm never going to develop a social life.
