Quote of the Day: �It's all right letting yourself go as long as you can let yourself back.�
Mick Jagger

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Okay, be warned, this entry might be full of the �f� word and other not so nice things. Also be warned this entry may contain �drama�.

So now that you�ve been warned, I�ll tell you what happened to me last night.

After a long day yesterday of cleaning, I mean aggravating cleaning, I was ready for a nice relaxing evening with the husband and my daughter. But around 7:00 PM my husband says that his supervisor at work is having a birthday get together at this bar in town. He�s like, �I�m thinking about going, if we can get a babysitter would you wanna go.� I say yea sure. It would be nice to get out of the house again. So, I get a babysitter. I call up Randi to see if she�d wanna come along. She says sure. Okay, so it�s all set. Well, the husband doesn�t know if he wants to go or not. So I take Randi to run an errand, and at like 9:00 we�re back at the house still waiting on the husband to decide. He finally decides that he�s too tired to go out, but if we still wanna go we can. So I gather up two other friends and we head out to a small bar in town, not where everyone else is gonna be that we know, to play some pool.

We�re there having a fun time and everything is fine. Well, my other friends decide they wanna go around the corner to another bar. They tell me to come get them when we�re ready to leave. Well, at last call, Randi and myself leave. We go around the corner to get our friends. Well, I couldn�t find them, and just as we�re leaving we run into these two guys from our husband�s shop. Both these guys are trashed, I mean really drunk. They are also Sergeants in my husband�s shop. Remember that, it�s important later.

Well, Randi and I are polite and tell them that we�re just there to find our friend. We literally came in the bar at closing time. I was perfectly sober. I only had one drink. I didn�t like it either so I didn�t really drink the whole thing. AND, that was like three hours before closing time. So I�m seriously sober as a baby and ready to leave, I�m very tired.

So, we tell these two fuckheads we�re ready to go, and they are like, �You�re not driving are you?� And I say, �Well, I�m sober, I�m driving, because I�m fine and SOBER!� Okay, well, these two fuckheads tell me they don�t want me to drive home. They think I�m drunk. Mind you, that they are both wasted. TRASHED, DRUNK OFF THEIR ASSES! I mean absolutely being annoying drunk fucks. Anyway, I just walk out the bar with Randi. We�re walking to my car and they follow me. They actually reach the car before I do. They tell me that I�m not driving. I say I�m fine. When I pull my key out of my pocket, one of the fuckheads that I will refer to as P took my key outta my hand. I tell him to give it back, I�m sober. He says he didn�t think so, so he�s calling Airman Against Drunk Driving. (AADD) This is a thing that the Air Force does to provide drunk people with rides home. It�s actually a really good program. So, fuckhead P calls them, and tells me that he�s calling my husband to tell him that I�m drunk and don�t need to drive home. So, this whole time, I�m saying I�m sober. I hadn�t had but ONE drink and that was three hours ago! Okay, so this fuckhead P calls my husband, and my husband is of course asleep, and the answer machine picks up. This fuckhead P leaves a message telling my husband a really fucked up lie, here�s the message:
�Hey, this is {Name of Fuckhead P}. I�ve got your wife here and she�s really drunk. I saw her at the bar and decided to buy her drinks and made her drink them. She doesn�t need to drive so I�m calling AADD to come get her. I stole her key to the car and you can call me tomorrow to come get the key and your car.� End of message.

OKAY � WHAT THE FUCK? That was a fucked up story. I didn�t see him at the bar and drink drinks that he bought me. He didn�t get me drunk. I wasn�t even hanging out with him. I didn�t even fucking see him till the end of the night after the bar was closing, and it wasn�t even the same bar that I was at all night. WTF??

So, at this point I�m really pissed. It�s freezing outside too. AND, to top it all off, AADD is taking forever to come get there. After arguing with these assholes, I agree to leave with the taxi and not drive, against my will, because I was SOBER. BUT, I made one condition, once I get in the fucking taxi, they had to give me my keys. They say okay. So, here�s where it gets nasty� read on if you dare.

After almost an hour of waiting, AADD doesn�t show up. So, this fuckhead P calls a taxi for us. But while we�re waiting on the taxi that is taking forever to get there, I start getting mad. I�m freezing, I�m tired, and I�m ill. I want my keys to my car so I can drive myself home perfectly SOBER. So, I start getting bitchy. Mind you I�m a redhead, and I can get really freaking mean. So, I�m telling them to give me the keys to my fucking car. I�m perfectly sober and can drive. I�d even walk a line for them and stand on one foot and touch my nose and recite the alphabet backwards. Whatever it took, just give me my damn keys! WELL, this other fuckhead, the other Sergeant that was there, I�ll refer to him as H, starts getting in my face. He starts grabbing me by the arm and yelling at me. He�s telling me that he�s my husband�s supervisor and I have to do what he says�

Okay, well first of all..I�M NOT IN THE AIR FORCE, I DON�T HAVE TO DO SHIT THAT YOU SAY�
Secondly, YOU�RE NOT MY SUPERVISOR, I STILL DON�T HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOU BECAUSE WE ARE NOT ON A MILITARY BASE
Thirdly, GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME, STOP BEING PHYSICAL AND YANKING ME AROUND

So, this is all going on, and the other fuckhead P leaves the scene and walks across the street. The taxi then shows up, and the fuckhead H that is being physical with me shoves me in the van and I say give me my keys now. He won�t do it. SO, I get even more pissed, get out of the van and say I�m not leaving without my keys and send the taxi away. They fuckheads start getting pissed off at this point.

They then tell me that my friend Randi and myself must walk home with them. Okay, well NO! The fuckhead H that is being physical grabs my arm and demands I walk with him. I jerk away from him and finally after forever trying, get my husband on the phone. I tell him what�s going on and he�s pissed. He tells them to leave me the fuck alone. Well, this goes on forever. I finally call AADD myself and demand they pick me up because I�m being harassed by someone that thinks I�m drunk and stole the keys to my car.

Finally I get into an AADD car and receive my keys. I�m so fucking pissed off. I mean to the point of calling the police. BUT, I have a better plan. I�m going to these two fuckhead�s commander on Monday. How dare they tell me that because my husband works for them I have to answer to them and do what they say, because I DO NOT! And my husband doesn�t even really work for them, they just work in the same shop together. And how dare they steal my keys and not give them to me when I am perfectly sober and they are fucked up drunk. And how dare this one guy H use physical force with me? And how dare they harass me telling me that because they are Sergeants they can tell me what to do and I have to do what they say.

My husband is just as pissed as myself. I have written up a statement of the events that took place that night, and I will take it to the Commander on Monday morning first thing and file a complaint. I will demand something be done about it. And I will not stop until they have been reprimanded about it. It is unfair for me, and Air Force wife, who is out in this shit hole for one reason, to support my husband as he serves our country, and it is unfair for them to harass me like that just because they have a little bit of power. I am a civilian, NOT AIR FORCE, NOT MILITARY, and not under their command. Fuck them. The following is my closing statement in my written statement of what happened last night, I just ended it with this�

As an Air Force wife, I take pride in what my husband does to serve this country and to take care of my family. However, I feel that I was not only insulted by one of your troops, but I was harassed physically and verbally by two Non Commissioned Officers of the Air Force. It has been clearly stated to me in the past that even when my husband is not in uniform he must keep a standard code of conduct because he represents the Air Force. Call it my personal opinion, but I do not feel that two Staff Sergeants of the Air Force physically and verbally harassing an Air Force wife is how the Air Force should be represented.

As a civilian, the only thing I know to do is file a complaint against these two soilders to their commanders. I feel that I was personally attacked and that I was harassed. I do not appreciate the fact that two Staff Sergeants tried to use their authority over my husband against me. I would like this matter to be handled and I would like to be assured that situation will never happen to me in the future.

This is why my husband doesn�t want me going out to bars without him. Because of the possibility that some fucked up guy from his shop will see me and try to start shit with me. I understand it now, and I feel awful for going. He didn�t really want me to go, but he said that I could anyway. But he warned me of something like this. He�s not mad at me, he�s 100% on my side, thank God. The fuckers need to be put in their place. Well, I�m tired and need sleep. I will update Monday and tell what all happens. Good day to you all, if you�re still reading this.

And my apologies for all the bad language. I just needed to get it all out.

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