Wednesday, August 4, 2010


My inlaws are driving me up the fucking wall this week. J. failed PT last month, so now he has one more chance to pass or he'll get discharged. He's on remedial PT for about a month, then he has to retest. His mother is acting like it's the end of the world, this huge family emergency. She's been in orbit over it. She's gotten my bil all stirred up. She's been calling J. and harassing him almost daily. She's calling me too, but I refuse to take her calls. I know exactly what she will say, and I absolutely will not be badgered by her about J.'s diet and exercise. Nor will I nag him about it. And I'm not especially worried about it. By and large I cook healthy nutritious foods, and he's working out 6 days a week now. He's trying really hard because he doesn't necessarily want a general discharge. It wouldn't be the end of the world, but he would lose his GI Bill, and VA benefits. What it really comes down to is she can't the thought of him leaving the air force. Well it's going to happen, sooner or later. She has this fantasy that when she no longer get child support for my sil, J. or M. will move back in and support her. Because she won't get a job and support herself. She thinks we're going to buy her land and build her a house and let her live off of us. Fat chance. Not while J. and I are married.

No gym today, I woke up early with tummy cramps and upset. It's better now, but I still feel sort of weak and run down. In a little while, I've got to go find a pair of swim shoes that fit better. I need to wear them with my fins, to keep them from rubbing this awful blister on my toe. The pair I borrowed from J. are ok, but too big, and they make the fins a little tight.

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