Five on Friday #47

UNO

Teh MD Adult Roomie arrives today!!!!!!!!  (I cut myself off on the exclamation marks, but I really could have put about 3 more lines of them and it wouldn't have accurately represented my excitement.)  We have all kinds of fun activities planned.

We're gonna start with our race packet pick up, then dinner, then sleeps, then the Bridge Run on Saturday morning, then some recovery (and lots of rolling for this girl), then lasagna and CAH with Teh Peeps in the evening, then some sleeps, then maybe brunch on Sunday, then a bee/honey festival thingy, then go karts, then more sleeps, then she leaves and I'll be all the sads.

Observant Gentle Readers might have noticed that this went from Teh MD Roomies to just Teh MD Adult Roomie.  Well, reasons and stuff and things that aren't getting posted here, but suffice to say, I'm a bit disappointed about the lack of Teh MD Teenage Roomie coming, but #lifehappens and #webetextin.

Teh MD Adult Roomie is bringing my favorite Olive-Walive with her so I get my crazy dog snuggles and groans and love.  Teh MD Adult Roomie and the lady who had planned to dog sit for Olive agree that I'm crazy.  I don't even care, that menace dog needs my love.

Yes, I want this asshat dog to visit me.

DOS

I got a little giddy to see the email for the cyber book club arrive in my inbox.  I'm a little weirded out to be meeting some strangers on the internet, over the internet, but hey I have nothing to lose.  Actually I win in this situation since I read 2 pretty good books for this, so I mean, it's really just a win since I don't mind meeting strangers.  Eleanor & Park and Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?

TRES

ALL THE RUNNING THINGS! are taking over my life.

Not only do I want to sign up for all the runs (my new hot "I want to run it!" run is the Navy-Air Force Half Marathon in September that I'm fighting myself on signing up, despite Ms. Motivator's peer pressure (reminder, she's how I ended up running the Divas Half Marathon, so she's nothing but an enabling-enabler)), but I am in the market for a +Addaday rolly thing and I'm hoping to pick it up at the expo today from the booth of the Fleet Feet store (where I bought my running shoes).  I looked online for it and it's a "support local" company and ugh.  I get it, but dammit, I have shin splits and I want to roll the everliving shit out my calves with this magical rolly stick thingy.

+Addaday Ultra Roller Plus series C, I just want you to love me and be mine.

When I bought my shoes, the sales guy used a similar magic stick on my calves since I mentioned having shin splits and OMG hurt so good.  I would have bought one then, but they were out of the short magic stick and only had the ones without the little red nubbin thingy, which is specifically for the harder to get muscles.

I'm also thinking about compression thingies for my calves (these shin splints are really kicking my ass) and testing out some of those nasty gels/jellybeans for running.  I hate how nasty they are, but that chemical concoction really does help you power through when you're ready to die. 

QUATRO

At some point last year, I was a week behind everyone else with my period.  Well, idk where I stand on the blogger period schedule, but I need a freakin' PMS break.  Wednesday night, I frustrated cried because I was exhausted and I'd woken up/been woken up 3 times between falling asleep after 10 and midnight and that stupid spook dog wouldn't let me wipe off his muddy feet and I was over everything and everyone and just.. tears.  Mr. Scrooge did good though, he got out of the bed to try to comfort/hug me, but I darted right past him and just got back in bed and laid in the fetal position bawling while he rubbed my back and told me not to let everything get to me, and while that really wasn't the best thing to say at the time (the back rubs in silence would have sufficed), I didn't let his pep talk frustrate me more.  The poor guy was trying.

This goes hand-in-hand with my screaming at Mr. Scrooge earlier this week for doing things I absolutely loathe (wiping wet hands on my ass and giving me a wedgie).  Had I not been PMS fueled, I wouldn't have freaked out on such an epic level.

Then Thursday, I just accepted the fact that I was going to have to take a 2 hour lunch since Mr. Scrooge needed someone to pick him up from the dealership after he dropped off his truck, at the always convenient lunchtime (not!).  Because he was wearing dress blues for something happening at work, I also dressed up a little (instead of wearing khakis and a polo) since I figured we'd go out to lunch (and I didn't want to look like a hobo because if you haven't seen a dude in Navy officer dress blues, you're missing out on something delicious delightful).  Then when I picked him up at the dealership and he was in a bad mood and was generally being unpleasant, I started crying because I had put forth some effort all for nothing, since we had grouchily agreed to me just dropping him off at home to change and take the motorcycle back into work.

We eventually ended up going to lunch, not where I had intended, and he agree to share his sushi rolls with me if I smiled, at which point I grimaced at him and he said it couldn't be my constipation smile, so when I showed him some teeth in my grimace, he told me I was very scary and I told him I was trying very hard.  It was kinda the thing we needed to get past the bad mood blues and have an enjoyable lunch, but seriously, I cried while I was driving because he was in a pissy mood and nothing was going like I'd planned.

I'm over these stupid hormones and mood swings.  If I ever find myself in a state of gestational reproduction, I feel sorry for the poor schmuck who knocked me up and has to deal with my mood swings for 9 months if this is what I'm like under normal, non-impregnated circumstances.

I found this gif and in the description it said, "girl's reaction to the end of their period."  ACCURATE.

I should have been mad at Teh Sister after she told me I was pretty much Teh Dad (because I was complaining about my indigestion from eating iceburg lettuce) but then shared this (click me) with me and I forgave her because those first 3 images are 100% accurate about my week.  The rest of that crap doesn't matter to me, but those first 3 images are on freakin' point.

My teachers always said to use transitional sentences.  This was on point.

CINCO

Some funnies for you because these made me laugh and you should laugh too.

Teh Sister sent me this one after she said I was Teh Dad.
I hated that I laughed.

I'd be the one making the face at someone.

Best line of the entire movie.

2nd best line of the entire movie.

100% accurate.  /drool Theo James

#truth

Every single time when I go to the thesaurus.com.

I saved the best for last.

BONUS: SEIS

Last night after I got home from work, I was assessing about this piss poor week and decided, "You know what would make me happy?  Seeing the dollas in my checking account.  Let's go look at those dollas."  Because I got paid last weekend and the money is still there until I go to the grocery store and pay the utility bills and go online shopping.

When I signed onto USAA I had WAY more money than I should have and I was immediately suspicious about who I was going to have to pay back.  I wasn't expecting any surges of dollas in the near future and I'm incredibly gullible, so I didn't expect this money to be mine.  I didn't recognize the deposit source, so I did a Googly Search on it and search results point to the deposit being made by the VA.  The only letter I had received from the VA in the last month was one that said, "We are still processing your claim" so I signed onto my eBenefits page to see what was what.

Turns out, my claim was processed and I got a WAYYY higher disability rating than I had expected.  Which meant WAYYY more dollas than I had expected.  I, too, read that article on how people are overusing the term "blessed" but seriously, I was speechless and excited and the only thing I could do was think, "Thank God!" and repress my squeals of delight.  VA disability claims take forever.  I started that sucker back in August.  I finalized my appointments in September and I was giving them at least a year before I started harassing them.  I had even heard recently that your claim didn't actually start getting processed until you transferred into the Inactive Reserves and for me, that would be April.

That being said, they have determined that I'm a completely functional, semi-messed up (physically and mentally), disabled veteran.  I'm relieved that I didn't have to fight any major battles to get what I got.  I didn't expect close to what I got.  I was being hopeful aiming for 50% disability (due to my back and girl problems) and I expected something like 10-30%.

What I didn't expect was the rating I got for PTSD due to being raped in GTMO.  I didn't even think of that as a disability.  Actually, I hadn't even planned on bringing it up at all in my appointment with the mental health person, but we were approaching the not-celebrated anniversary of when it had happened and it had been on my mind and he asked if there was any other situations that I had been in while I was in the military that keep me up at night.  I knew in that moment it was now or never, so I told the guy what had happened and why I hadn't reported the individual (who was in the military as well) and that at first I didn't even consider it rape, although I realized later that I was in shock, which explained my response to the situation at the time.

Not that compensation makes what happened better, but there is something to be said for the military taking care of those that bear the invisible scars of being in the military.  There's a lot of fucked-up-ness in this section, but I want to leave you with these last thoughts:

I'm incredibly grateful for who I am and what I've been through.  I am thankful for all the opportunities I have been given and all the opportunities that I don't even I'm going to have.  Bad things happen to good people and even when the universe seems to want to beat you down (hello this week), you are always being held by something bigger than all of everything and when you need it most, you will receive the comfort you need to know that you are small, but mighty in the eyes of the one who cares for you.  I thank God for my blessings, because I'm blessed more than I can even comprehend.

Happy Friday, Gentle Readers.

Linking up with these ladies since it's FFFFRRRRRRIIIIIIDDDDAAAAYYYY!!!!!!!!!

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