In my inbox today, a forwarded article from Christina announcing another sailor lost.
LT Jeffrey Ammon, who leaves behind a wife and two children, and who just volunteered to extend another year as an IA. He was killed in Afghanistan.
May your god bless you and provide solace to your family, LT Ammon.
In other news, we're working on logistics of living in Alabama for the duration of the IA. With the economy in the tank and the evil detailer from hell insisting that we PCS from San Diego (and NOT go to the handful of places we'd like to be, each with a hella better cost of living than SoCal), we're flirting with financial disaster unless we start renting this house ASAP and hold onto it until the market recovers. My parents are in Alabama, so I'd be able to live rent free for the seven months, I'd have built-in babysitters both for sanity checks and for school in January, and the cost of living is soooo much cheaper there. When my mom came to visit in April, she had a fit when four bags of groceries cost her over $50. Back home, it would have easily been half that.
There's plenty of downside to going, but I'm pretty motivated over the financial ruin aspect. I worked SO hard in Bahrain when I hated, loathed, and despised my job just so we could stash that money back. I can't bear the thought of kissing that much money goodbye.
That smarmy little detailer is going to get the snarky mojo, though. I'm seriously done with the blow-offs, the lies, the screwing over. The Navy might not function under the laws of karmic return, but I have no problem being the instrument of karma. No problem at all. Since it could make poor YodaMan the laughingstock of his peers if I try to take professional routes to get some satisfaction, I'll likely resort to juvenile tactics such as creating a website at http://ltschmoeisatwatwaffle.com.*
*Name changed to cover my arse, not to protect the guilty.
What we got.
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