Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Don't Ask, Cause I Sure Don't Wanna Tell

One of the very first questions when you meet someone is "So what do you do?" or "What does your husband do?" or something along those lines. I HATE that question. Hate.

Not because I care that people know I'm a SAHM, or that Charley is in the Army. I hate that as soon as people hear that he is Army the follow up question is ALWAYS "Is he deployed?"

Listen up Newbies. I do not want to answer that question. Especially if you are the two repair men that showed up at my house today (did I mention they were 2 hours late because they got lost?)  (And did I mention they were lost because they didn't know the meaning of the word "parallel" and felt to stupid to call me back for clarification?) 

Newbie at the supermarket: Its awesome that you had a neighbor who knew someone who deployed one time, and I am so sorry that you can't seem to remember the name of the base he was stationed at. Oh, and I really am okay with women being in the military. It never crosses my mind that my husband could be cheating on me the entire time he is gone. Its called trust, but thanks for that.

Creepy Neighbor Kid Sporting Man Boobs: Please stop calling me. I do not want to go to a party with you and your 19 year old friends that have all dropped out of the Kentucky public school system. I do not appreciate the rose pictures you text me. I do not want to meet your Momma- I don't really care how much she likes to cook. Why don't I give your number to Charley and let him answer that question. 

I do not want people knowing Charley is gone. Well, I don't care if my B-Dubbers know- but I would rather not share with those I come in contact with here. I don't like knowing that other people in the area know I'm home alone with the kids. It makes me feel all creepy. Especially if they look like the repair guys from today.

This is a new one for me. Charley's last deployment never aroused these feelings. I lived in a Red Neck neighborhood full of nosy people constantly checking out the window to see who was driving down the street; all of whom sported firearms. Its a nice cozy feeling. Safe.

Here I feel like the odd ball cause I am the heavily armed. I had someone tell me they didn't want their kid over at my house because we own guns. Thats a story for a different day, but you get the picture.

And I sure as hell made sure the pistol was loaded as soon as those creepy repair guys left. 

Nothing says confidence like a Lady sporting gun. 


  1. I never thought about that before, having people know you're home alone with the kids. I won't even answer the door during the middle of the day when I'm alone! (Mainly because it's the jehovah's witnesses...they're the only people who come see me.) :(

  2. I wrote a post that started really similar to this just the other day ( Although yours definitely took a different turn since you're a military wife. I completely understand why you don't want to be asked all the time...It's like a pregnant woman and "when are you due." The same conversation over and over and over. Ugh.

  3. Things are a lot different over there to over here. Or maybe it's just you.

    All the soldiers wives I deal with love to tell me their husband is deployed, and how long he's been gone, and what he's been doing, and when he'll be back, and how much they miss him, and so on.

    But maybe people just trust their accountants more than two repair guys who are in their homes.

  4. Happiness is a loaded pistol!

  5. I know exactly how you feel not wanting people to know you are at the house alone. I actually avoided having repair people come for just that reason. Of course, that meant trying to fix things myself, but that didn't always work.

    Oh, and the the person who didn't want their kid coming over because of the guns in the house should read Freakonomics because it is actually way more dangerous for kids to go to a house where there is a pool than where there is a gun. Just saying.