Archive for August, 2007

I thought I was simply getting chaptered without having to deal with anything else. However today I was read the first part of a field grade Article 15. Not sure what too expect. Could just be a formality in the chapter or give me a chance to argue my case. I am very unfamiliar with these proceedings its hard to say.

I am hoping its not just a method to further humiliate me, or try and take more money. I have maxed out my credit cards and have a negative balance of $400 in my checking. Even a single rank reduction would be a significant reduction in my already low pay.

I am now going around the house finding stuff I no longer need and looking at putting them on eBay. I have so much negative equity on my car that I can’t even sell it. I have full collision and gap coverage so economically the best thing would be to total it. I just don’t want to be in my car when it gets totaled.

Right now its one thing after another and I am beginning to welcome the fact of leaving the Army more and more, simply because I want to have control over my life again.

I have seen this one tabby cat walk around my house for a while now. I have always written it off as being one of the neighbors cats and if my daughter is nearby I grab her and let her see the cat. At her age looking out the living room window to see a cat is almost as fascinating as going to the zoo.

With the heat we have been having I try to avoid spending too much time outside. We are even having a drought which has turned my yard brown, eliminating the need to mow it. No complaints there.

Today we were coming home from Nashville doing some site seeing. (The Hermitage in Nashville is free admission with a valid military ID card). As we were getting out of the car that cat was there again. My daughter saw it and wanted to catch it so ran after it. My wife followed suit as I got the “baby luggage” out of the car. My wife yells at me telling me that the cat went into the house. Seeing I am standing in the door and was certian I saw no cat, I give her a puzzled look and informed her that she was wrong. Needless to say, I was wrong.

I walked around the house and she showed me where the cat went in. The foundation of the house has vents around it and in one location the screen protecting the house from allowing animals to get in has been damaged by the cable company. (They intentionally broke it to run a cable instead of drilling a hole). As a walk around I see the cat hop out then right back in. I try to look inside the hole but with no light it was simply a black hole. I ran to my car to grab a flash light and hear my wife scream again. This time she said “a kitten”. I run back and see this little kitten no more than 5-6 weeks old. It quickly ran under the A/C unit right next to the hole. I got my light and looked around and could not find it. I then peered into the whole and found the mother cat and a second kitten.

Seeing we just came back from site seeing in Nashville my wife had her camera with her. I grabbed it and was able to snap this shot after about 20 shots of nothing. I couldn’t find the second kitten, I am afraid that it crawled up inside the A/C unit. At least this is a rental, otherwise I might put forth some effort to get them out of there.

Me and the wife got into a little argument this weekend…, which happens. I decided to lock myself in a room cause she wouldn’t stop yelling. In the process of closing the door she stood in the way and blocked the door from being able to close. I gave her a little push and locked the door.

My wife has the problem with getting too mad too fast, and can’t calm down. No matter what I do she will stand there and yell all night repeating the same thing over and over. Saturday was no different, I just wasn’t in the mood to just sit there and listen.

Having no choice but to either shut-up or yell at a door, she decided she was going to call my 1SG. Which considering the amount of trouble I am in and the amount of attention I get from the media and other soldiers, when I have a problem, he does everything by the book and then some. He hears my wife tell him that I pushed her…, so he labels that domestic abuse. Orders me to pack my bags and move into the barracks. No questions, just move out of my house. Also seeing I pushed my wife, he calls the police. My wife mad but not mad enough to send me to jail sends them on their way and no charges are pressed.

Meanwhile I am living in a stank-ass room with no food. There is only one bathroom on the floor, which also holds the showers. So now I have to get up and take a shower with the rest of my unit, if I have to piss in the middle of the night I have to get fully dressed and walk down the hall. If I want to eat, I have to go across post to the 24 hour shopette.

OK, yes, me and the wife argue. But can you honestly tell me you have never been in a relationship where you have never argued? I pushed my wife but I did it slow and soft, I just wanted to close the door. I didn’t push her on the ground or down the stairs…, I gave her a rude, “excuse me” push.

I swear if my life gets any more “interesting”, as some of you put it. I am going to have a stroke or something worse.

School starts today! Hopefully this will mean that kids will be in bed at a decent hour and busy doing homework before then instead of vandalizing cars and causing other problems. Then maybe while they are actually at school they will learn a thing or two about respect…, I doubt it, but wishful thinking never hurt anyone.