Oh God It Looks Like Daniel...

Must be the clouuuuuuds in my eyes...

Let's thank Mr. Elton John for the intro to my blog intro (double intro on purpose) about me being pissed off that I'm not going to see Daniel Tosh do stand up in Atlanta next Friday. Yeah, I left it up to Joe some months back, hoping he would surprise me with a bitchin' birthday gift. But, that was before he got his post-Ranger School humanity back, so that idea fucking tanked. Finally, in early September I tried to get tickets myself, but even still almost two months ahead of time, it was already sold out. FML.

I'm a big damn old lady, content to sit at home most of the time, but this pisses me off. I politely let Joe know my feelings on things thinking he would drum up some kind of effort to do SOMETHING. Of course he didn't start his search until after I caught him with his phone on hawtness.com. Don't judge. I'm sure your husbands look at shit as well, and that particular site actually isn't too bad. Some of it's even artistic. But anyway. After that, though, he got to work for this hawt wife. They say the couple that plays together stays together, and by golly, we'd better get off our asses and go do something.

Though without Joe, I'm at least getting the hell out of here on Halloween to go visit one of my best gals, the Croat. Super super super excited. Joe was supposed to be in lock down training during that time, but we found out just the other day that he'll be able to come home. And thus our plan to be Aqua Teen Hunger Force's Carl + his Eastern European hooker girlfriend for Halloween together has been foiled for this year...or at least for that particular weekend, but that's the Army for ya. No regrets for Chicago, though. None.

Last, tonight I finally did what I'd intended to do all along during my retirement and signed up for some volunteer opportunities. At first I was horrified because they all sounded like social work crap, which is necessary, yes, but the psych hospital stole my humanity. I have found that very few people actually want to help themselves. They want it fucking given to them and very VERY much believe that the government is here to fund them sitting at home reproducing with every person possible in between hits on the crack pipe. With that, I went to the PAWS Humane Society page instead so that I can work with beings that actually give a damn - dogs. They have an awesome website, too, where I could go ahead and click on activities to be scheduled for, as well as what I have a general interest in. There's an orientation this Saturday that I can go to, and I suppose I could start volunteering next week. I'm excited, and part of me wonders if maybe one day I'll go back to school and be a vet or something along those lines. We'll see. For now I'm content to work and learn as a volunteer. Throughout my time at the hospital, I always figured my best work would be in a volunteer capacity where the bureaucracy's grip isn't quite so tight. I'm hopeful.