I have no excuse for the hiatus I have taken from keeping up with this blog. I could always use the "I've been working my butt off, going to school, and being a full time Army Wife" excuse, but I am sure that you all will sit there and roll your eyes because you have heard it a thousand times already from me. However, I do have another interesting story to tell.
I don't know if I just have bad luck or if my state is just filled with rude, inconsiderate people. Once again, another Red Blooded American has disappointed me and has pushed me further into believing my assumption of all people being the same. Ignorant.
Last Saturday (on the 7th), I went to a late 4th of July party. It was being held across the street from my friend's house, at his mom and stepdad's house. RM and LC invited me, and being an Army Wife, of course I was all excited about celebrating. Fireworks, food, beer, swimming. It all sounded like a great time. But you know the old saying, never judge a book by its cover. I should've known that a 4th of July party was a disaster waiting to happen for me.
A couple of my friends and I ended up going swimming late in the night when it had already gotten dark out. I was freezing my butt off when I got out of the pool. I'm not going to lie, I was a tad bit drunk. However, not drunk enough to build up a liquid jacket. I wasn't tall enough to stand next to the tiki torch to get warm, so I croutched down to the ground next to one of the deck lights (the really really tiny ones that usually go all the way around an in ground pool). Some guy decided he was going to try and be funny. He took an American Flag (the kind with the stick that you can put into the ground and line your front yard with them what not) and he tried to drape it around me like it was a towel. I didn't find this funny at all. I made him well aware of that as I backed away from the flag and put my hand up to stop him. While this was going on, some other girl rudely piped up with, "Well it IS on your bathing suit." And she began laughing as well. When that was all said and done, the guy THREW the American Flag at me and walked off laughing. My friend J could tell I was irate at this point. (For those of you who have been keeping up with my blog.. I'm sure you remember the bottle of Malibu Rum incident back in March). I am not someone that you want to mess with. Especially when it comes to my husband, the troops, and our beautiful country. As my rage started to escalate, J came over and told me to get my things together so we could leave. I went back across the street with her, WITH the American Flag in my arms. I put my stuff down and back over to the party to talk to some people in the driveway. As I started to tell someone about what happened, I realized the guy was standing there in the group. I pointed at him and said, "It was you!" And when I tried to tell him that I didn't appreciate him disrespecting the flag like that, he got in my face!!! He was inches from my face yelling at me that he respects what my husband is doing over there, but I am too drunk to understand what's going on, and that I need to get over it or go cry about it. At the end of his ranting and raving, he told me that if I stuck around I was going to be severely hurt and he walked away again!! When I told him to hit me, he told me I was psycho. And I agreed. I stood there for about a half hour waiting for my beating that I was supposed to get, when RM's mom came over to me and told me that I needed to leave because the children at the party were getting scared. I was baffled by this. I never attacked the guy. I never yelled. I tried to tell him that something upset me and he got my face and threatened me! And now I was being asked to leave because I was scaring the children. WHAT?!
How can people celebrate holidays like that, when they obviously don't understand the real meaning, or it has no value to them. I suppose it's just another excuse to throw a party. I'm not sure.
I eventually went back across the street, and that's when I discovered that my purse was among the missing. I was outraged once again. That's when I started storming around screaming that my purse better be given back to me or else I was going to start swinging. I had gone into the bathroom and changed into Tony's Army PT sweatpants that I had in my backpack. So I KNEW my purse was not in there. I was sitting on the livingroom floor crying hysterically because my phone was in my purse and if Tony called me I was going to miss his phone call. In the middle of my incoherent babbling, I looked into the kitchen and saw someone going through my backpack. I rudely asked him what he was doing (with a few obsceneties thrown into the mix). He told me, "I'm trying to help you look for your purse." I started yelling at him that I was just in my backpack and if it was in there I would've known about it. He says, "I'm just trying to help you, hun." Hun?! No no no. First of all, don't EVER call me hun. There is only one person in this world privileged enough to call me anything other than Stacie, and that person is my husband. Second of all, don't EVER go through my things without asking me first, unless you are my husband.
I moved into the kitchen and continued to bawl my eyes out, lying on the floor. That's when I heard a noise. I yelled for everyone to shut up as I put my ear against the floor and tried to listen. My phone was ringing! My friend Ed came walking over to me with my purse that he found out on the steps. I frantically began digging through my purse to find my phone. Tony was calling me. As I answered the phone, he asked me, "Are you okay?" I broke down in tears and told him about the whole American Flag incident, and then I couldn't find my purse, etc. etc. and I continued to cry like a baby. I fell asleep on the kitchen floor, for an hour or so, while talking to him and then headed home to get some real sleep.
The next day I went into my backpack to get out some medications that I had in there, and that's when I discovered my whole bottle of Adderall was missing!! The kid who went through my backpack STOLE my prescription Adderall for his recreational purposes and then denied it (of course) when I had J call him to tell him I wanted it back!! I'm still furious over the whole thing! Pretty soon I will not have ANY faith left in civilian people AT ALL! Grr.
I don't know if I just have bad luck or if my state is just filled with rude, inconsiderate people. Once again, another Red Blooded American has disappointed me and has pushed me further into believing my assumption of all people being the same. Ignorant.
Last Saturday (on the 7th), I went to a late 4th of July party. It was being held across the street from my friend's house, at his mom and stepdad's house. RM and LC invited me, and being an Army Wife, of course I was all excited about celebrating. Fireworks, food, beer, swimming. It all sounded like a great time. But you know the old saying, never judge a book by its cover. I should've known that a 4th of July party was a disaster waiting to happen for me.
A couple of my friends and I ended up going swimming late in the night when it had already gotten dark out. I was freezing my butt off when I got out of the pool. I'm not going to lie, I was a tad bit drunk. However, not drunk enough to build up a liquid jacket. I wasn't tall enough to stand next to the tiki torch to get warm, so I croutched down to the ground next to one of the deck lights (the really really tiny ones that usually go all the way around an in ground pool). Some guy decided he was going to try and be funny. He took an American Flag (the kind with the stick that you can put into the ground and line your front yard with them what not) and he tried to drape it around me like it was a towel. I didn't find this funny at all. I made him well aware of that as I backed away from the flag and put my hand up to stop him. While this was going on, some other girl rudely piped up with, "Well it IS on your bathing suit." And she began laughing as well. When that was all said and done, the guy THREW the American Flag at me and walked off laughing. My friend J could tell I was irate at this point. (For those of you who have been keeping up with my blog.. I'm sure you remember the bottle of Malibu Rum incident back in March). I am not someone that you want to mess with. Especially when it comes to my husband, the troops, and our beautiful country. As my rage started to escalate, J came over and told me to get my things together so we could leave. I went back across the street with her, WITH the American Flag in my arms. I put my stuff down and back over to the party to talk to some people in the driveway. As I started to tell someone about what happened, I realized the guy was standing there in the group. I pointed at him and said, "It was you!" And when I tried to tell him that I didn't appreciate him disrespecting the flag like that, he got in my face!!! He was inches from my face yelling at me that he respects what my husband is doing over there, but I am too drunk to understand what's going on, and that I need to get over it or go cry about it. At the end of his ranting and raving, he told me that if I stuck around I was going to be severely hurt and he walked away again!! When I told him to hit me, he told me I was psycho. And I agreed. I stood there for about a half hour waiting for my beating that I was supposed to get, when RM's mom came over to me and told me that I needed to leave because the children at the party were getting scared. I was baffled by this. I never attacked the guy. I never yelled. I tried to tell him that something upset me and he got my face and threatened me! And now I was being asked to leave because I was scaring the children. WHAT?!
How can people celebrate holidays like that, when they obviously don't understand the real meaning, or it has no value to them. I suppose it's just another excuse to throw a party. I'm not sure.
I eventually went back across the street, and that's when I discovered that my purse was among the missing. I was outraged once again. That's when I started storming around screaming that my purse better be given back to me or else I was going to start swinging. I had gone into the bathroom and changed into Tony's Army PT sweatpants that I had in my backpack. So I KNEW my purse was not in there. I was sitting on the livingroom floor crying hysterically because my phone was in my purse and if Tony called me I was going to miss his phone call. In the middle of my incoherent babbling, I looked into the kitchen and saw someone going through my backpack. I rudely asked him what he was doing (with a few obsceneties thrown into the mix). He told me, "I'm trying to help you look for your purse." I started yelling at him that I was just in my backpack and if it was in there I would've known about it. He says, "I'm just trying to help you, hun." Hun?! No no no. First of all, don't EVER call me hun. There is only one person in this world privileged enough to call me anything other than Stacie, and that person is my husband. Second of all, don't EVER go through my things without asking me first, unless you are my husband.
I moved into the kitchen and continued to bawl my eyes out, lying on the floor. That's when I heard a noise. I yelled for everyone to shut up as I put my ear against the floor and tried to listen. My phone was ringing! My friend Ed came walking over to me with my purse that he found out on the steps. I frantically began digging through my purse to find my phone. Tony was calling me. As I answered the phone, he asked me, "Are you okay?" I broke down in tears and told him about the whole American Flag incident, and then I couldn't find my purse, etc. etc. and I continued to cry like a baby. I fell asleep on the kitchen floor, for an hour or so, while talking to him and then headed home to get some real sleep.
The next day I went into my backpack to get out some medications that I had in there, and that's when I discovered my whole bottle of Adderall was missing!! The kid who went through my backpack STOLE my prescription Adderall for his recreational purposes and then denied it (of course) when I had J call him to tell him I wanted it back!! I'm still furious over the whole thing! Pretty soon I will not have ANY faith left in civilian people AT ALL! Grr.
On the other hand... here's a cute picture from the party!!
God Bless The U.S.A!
posted by Stacie @ 1:42 PM
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