chug-a-chug-a-chug....CHOOO-CHOOO!!

Have you ever been stuck at a railroad track, waiting for the train to go by so that you can cross the tracks, and when the train finally goes by, it's only going about 1 mile an hour? I hate when that happens! LOL! I'm feeling like a slow train these days. I have so much to do, and I can't seem to get any momentum up to get any of it done. For instance, right now I should be getting in the shower, because I have some stupid pizza party to go to at work. I should also be doing laundry, paying bills, and doing more packing for this move, but I just don't have it in me right now. I would rather be a slug right now and sit in front of the computer surfing eBay & posting to my blog. :)

Update on my heart issue - still waiting to hear from the insurance company about being approved for this heart monitor. The last two days I have been feeling much the same as I did the night I ended up in the ambulance. It's not a good feeling. I'm not sure what is causing it, but I have some peace of mind knowing its not a heart attack. Speak of the devil! As I'm typing this, I just got a call for the Cardiologists' nurse. It has been almost a week, and she is just NOW submitting the paperwork for this insurance approval! Good God! Apparently they are in no great hurry to see if my heart is going to stop beating on me! What is wrong with these people??? So now I have to wait possibly another week or two?! Is it any wonder my heart goes whacky?

Sunday we got a bummer of a phone call. Hubby's closest friend here got stupid Saturday night, and ended up getting a DUI! I was working 12 hour shifts this past weekend, and Hubby spent time at work keeping me company on and off. Well, Saturday night Hubby was getting text messages from his friend, being harrassed for not going out that night with him. The friend, we'll call him "K", wanted Hubby to come downtown and be the DD (designated driver) for the night. Hubby told him he wasn't coming down because he was spending time with me. That didn't sit well with K, so K harrassed Hubby all night with the text messages.

[Side note: K is divorced, and I don't think he has any great love for me, which is fine. He's okay, in my opinion, but he's got an ego the size of the Grand Canyon, and he thinks he's a god. He has tried, on more than one occassion, to lead Hubby into the "single-man" lifestyle, and I have no doubt that A LOT of our marital issues last year were due to K's influences.]

Well, Mr. "Holier than Thou" had too much to drink that night, and he has a tendancy to get really obnoxious when he gets drunk, thinking he's Superman or something. He's the kind of guy that, when he's been drinking, he'll start challenging every male in sight to wrestle him. And, God forbid, someone realize that he's had too much to drink and offer to drive him home. In his eyes, he is NEVER too drunk to drive. Then, because of his increased testosterone levels, if you try to get his keys from him, you're sure to get into a fist fight.

Okay, so Hubby told him several times that night that he couldn't come down, suggesting more than once that K call a cab to go home. But do you think K would listen? Hell no. Then Hubby gets one final text saying...get this...K needs a ride from one bar to another bar, and would Hubby come down and give him a ride. After that one, Hubby turned off his cell phone, because it was just getting ridiculous.

Now, on one hand, Hubby and K are really close buds, and Hubby felt a little guilty for telling his friend "no". On the other hand, it was Hubby's choice to hang with me, and given how late it was, Hubby didn't feel like going down there anyway. I will also add that by this time I was exhausted from working a twelve hour day, and I didn't have patience for the crap that K was pulling. I told Hubby not to feel guilty - that K was a grown man, and he could take care of himself. Plus, Hubby and I both knew that K wasn't partying alone, so there were other people down there that could help him if he needed it.

The next morning, around 8 a.m., Hubby's cell phone starts ringing. Hubby was still in bed, and he wasn't about to crawl out of bed to grab his phone. I don't touch Hubby's phone, so I let it ring. For the next hour and a half, Hubby's phone continued to ring on and off. Finally, Hubby got fed up with it and got up to check his phone to see who it was. There were no voice mails - just one text message that said, "got a dui last night - sorry I let you down." OMG! If that wasn't an intentional dig at Hubby for not going downtown that night, I don't know what would be! And, of course, that hurt Hubby tremendously, and made him feel really guilty for not going out that night and being there for his friend.

I can not believe that K laid a guilt trip on Hubby! That was so wrong! I told Hubby that he shouldn't feel guilty for that. K knew that Hubby wasn't going to go out that night. And while you hate to see any "friend" go through that, I have a hard time having sympathy for a 38 year old man who should have known better. Not to mention the fact that this wasn't K's first DUI!!! If he didn't learn his lesson the first time, then he's on his own.

Hubby and I were talking about what happened to K, and how guilty Hubby felt about not going down there. I told Hubby that if one of my friends called in the middle of the night and said they were too drunk to drive and needed a ride home, I would go get them, no questions asked. But K was playing games that night, and he was looking for Hubby to go bar hopping with him. That's not calling on a friend for help, which makes it totally different. K didn't want help getting home - he just wanted Hubby to come out that night. Besides, K wasn't alone that night. He was with a group of people. And no offense to Hubby, but if K thinks he can influence Hubby away from me, K's got another thing coming to him!

Yes, I feel like K and I have a power struggle over Hubby sometimes. I would never deny my husband time with his buddies. Never. Hubby can do what he wants. BUT...on that particular night, Hubby was sticking around with me because I needed help with some stuff after work. There's no struggle there. Hubby says, and I quote, "[Lady Lover] comes first." So should I feel guilty along with Hubby? Uh, no. I will not feel guilty about it.

On a sad note, K has screwed up his life in more ways than one. Not only did he get arrested for this [K refused the breathalizer & blood test, which was an automatic conviction], but he also lost his driver's license for a year. And the worst of it - K screwed the remainder of his military career because of this. The Base Commander is making an example out of K, and K is being forced to retire, and will probably be out of the military in less than 30 days.

Now, of course, K is feeling all kinds of remorse over what he did. While its a bummer that he let stupidity over rule his common sense, again I have a hard time feeling sorry for him. He brought this on himself, and now he is going to pay the price. The one person I feel most sorry for is Hubby. If K leaves the military, that also means he'll be leaving this place, and moving back to Texas. Hubby feels really bad for his friend, and last night Hubby said to me, "Now I have no one." I felt really bad for Hubby, because he's losing his best bud to hang out with. Although, I have to say that kind of hurt my feelings, because he still has me, but I understand all too well that we need friends aside from each other. But, and this might sound really selfish, but, maybe now Hubby will understand what I have been going through these last two year, not having any friends of my own here. While I have been hurting and lonely, Hubby has always had K to hang out with.

So, now it's a waiting game to see what the final result is going to be for K. He owns a house in town, so moving for him isn't going to happen overnight. As for K and Hubby's friendship, I support Hubby in anything he feels he needs to do for K at this point. And I will have to call on all my patience for the amount of time I know Hubby and K will be spending with each other between now and what ever the future holds for K. But I have to be clear on this - I am supporting Hubby - and only because he feels that K is his best friend. Besides, this too shall pass - and in the end Hubby & K's friendship will only be put on hold, because K is moving back to where Hubby and I are going to retire, so I know their friendship will pick up where it leaves off when K moves. Although, I have to admit, things are going to get interesting around here once K leaves, I'm sure. I have a feeling Hubby is going to hit a "poor me" stage, because he won't have his buddy around. And I know I am going to have a hard time having sympathy for that one, because I've been going through it for two years now, and most of the time Hubby seemed to care less about it.

Ah well - the train is pulling out of the station, and life keeps moving forward. Guess it's time I hop on the train and try to go with the flow. For now I need to get off my arse and hop in the shower...chug-a-chug-a-chug-a-chug....