How You Know You’re Not Normal
I know it’s been awhile so sue me… wait don’t do that. That would really suck.
I want to say that I’ve been busy, but I don’t really know what I’ve been doing. We’ve been going to the park every day, playing various sports. I’ve been working out just about every day so that I can head back to NY at 165/166, you know, pre Fabio return from deployment weight.
We’ve been dealing with various things that have come up. One being we got a puppy. Fabio basically was doing a good deed and rescued this pup; and two being that our passenger side window got busted. Then there is the whole business with Fabio’s orders… which he finally got issued. Yay for small steps. Fabio still has at least 3 more briefings and god knows what else to attend to. Damn Army.
Speaking of damn Army, there’s no getting out I swear. Fabio ended up enlisting in the Army National Guard for 2 years and 2 months. He really felt like he had no choice in the matter, it was that or let Uncle Sam call him back whenever the hell he pleases. After the two years in the National Guard, he’s done, done: no longer contractually obligated to the government. The moral of this story: don’t enlist in the Armed Services; no matter what the contract says they own you for 8 years!
Oh here’s how you know you’re not normal. On Friday the car window got busted, (I will show that to you in a minute.) When Fabio called to tell me what happened (I will tell you in a minute what happened,) the first thought that came to my mind was FLASHBACK. I know Fabio must have wanted to duck, cover and return fire: like bitch where’s my gun?!?
When he got home and we talked about it, and I mentioned that to him. He busted out laughing and admitted that that was exactly how he felt. He said he had that moment when he felt like he was back in Iraq. My response: that’s how you know you’re not normal right? We both got a good laugh at that one.
I’m not saying this in a bad way. I simply mean how many of us would have reacted that way, or that had been our first thought: that someone was shooting at us?
So here’s how that happened. Fabio was driving along, heading home. There was this Asian guy mowing the grass outside of his place of business when he went over a rock. It took flight and hit our car window.
Now to add more to that story, Fabio drove into the lot, like dude look what you did! The guy walks inside to speak with his wife, who comes out and tells Fabio no, he didn’t do that. Fabio insists that yeah he did, look at my window! She calls the Cops because well… Fabio looks menacingly. She insists to the Cop that her husband didn’t do that, because Fabio wasn’t driving on that side of the road. To which the officer replies, you see his window? Obviously he was driving down this side of the road, regardless if you claim to have seen him or not. You’re responsible for it cough up the insurance information.
They did, and we took it to get estimated and even that was an adventure. Right now as I type this Fabio’s heading over to the repair shop to see if they received the replacement window.
The issue with that was that we had aftermarket tints put in, and the repair shop claimed that the insurance wouldn’t pay for that. I spoke with the agent myself who said that they would pay for any and all damages done to the car and that it would be taken care of same day because well… I can’t very well drive around with a shattered window right?
Again that dude didn’t know what he was talking about because they do cover it. So now we’ve got to do that. Crap, like we don’t have enough crap on our plate. So without further ado here’s that picture I promised you.
I never thought I would say it was a good thing that I tinted those windows, but had they not been tinted that would have totally broken, and that rock could have hit the windshield or even Fabio!
On to the puppy, it’s a girl named ________. We can’t decide on a name for her. I’ve been calling her Penny, Fabio called her Crys-tal (emphasis on the a.) What should we name her? Suggestions? Here’s what she looks like. She’s remarkably healthy. We took her to the vet who says she’s 8 weeks old and he thinks she’s a Shar Pei, Lab, Pit Bull Mix (joy to me: those all are big.)
