|Posted by Debbie Gould on January 19, 2011 at 9:23 PM||comments (23)|
It's been a while since I've been on here. Figured I'd better get back into the swing of things. Last time I posted was October of 2009, and Renee was just headed to Afghanistan. She made it through that deployment and was back home the end of May 2010.
Her transition back to a "normal" life was quite difficult this time. But like the strong woman she is, she made it happen. I think having Jadin back again helped a lot.
Well, having been home only 9 months, she has to go back again. It's so damn frustrating, but I digress. I'm not about to get political on my blog, lol.
So anyway, she heads back to Afghanistan the end of February, and we go down to pick up Jadin and bring him back to Florida in just a few weeks. Bitter sweet, that. One the one hand, I get to spend another eight months with my grandson, who by the way will be six Feb. 3rd. On the other hand I have to send my daughter back into the war zone. My heart aches just thinking about it, but I am not going to dwell on something I can't change.
I want to fill you in on a conversation I had with Jadin on the phone a couple days ago.
We live in Vermont, but it's on the border of NY. I was driving through town in NY, talking to Renee on my cell, (yeah, yeah, I know) and I pulled up to a stop sign. I look over to my left and there is the town cop car sitting there looking at me yacking away on the cell. (Ummm p.s. I'm not sure I was wearing my seat belt either...shhhh) Well, shit, I say, as he starts to pull out. I tell Renee I think I'm about to be pulled over and hang up. But, to my advantage, two cars pulled up behind me. By the time the police would have had a chance to pull out after me, I was already almost to the border, so I don't think they even bothered at that point.
So, I called Renee back and Jadin answered.
"Nina? Did you get pulled over by the police?"
"No." I said. "I got away before the came after me."
"You RAN from the police? You can't run from the police, you'll get in more trouble, they'll call in more police and they'll arrest you." He tells me is his five year old authoritative voice. How he knows this, I don't even want to ask.
I tried explaining that I didn't run from the cops, that they just didn't have time to come after me, but he wasn't having any of it. Even went so far as to tell me I should have waited for them, given them time to turn on their lights and come after me. LMAO!
I wish I had recorded his fifteen minute lecture. I could have played it back to him every six months from the day he turns sixteen. Then let him tell me his view on giving police the time to turn their lights on, lol.
So, yeah, this is just a small taste of what I have in store for the next eight months. The older he gets, the more opinionated he gets. Renee once asked me if it was bad that her five year old kept getting in the last word. Ummmm, yeah, I'd say that's a bad sign. Since it's just the two of them all they do is debate each other, it's a bit scary that he leaves her speechless 80% of the time. Although I will say, he knows his boundaries. Being a military brat already, he has impeccable manners in public and knows not to push his mom to far. Their debates on the other hand, priceless.
Anyway, I promise to keep everyone up to date better than I have been doing.
By the way, I've finished co-writing Sins of the Mind with L.J. Garland. We're going to spiffy it up and get it submitted. Cross your fingers for us, we have tons of new stories coming.
Thanks to all for your support,
|Posted by Debbie Gould on October 1, 2009 at 2:52 PM||comments (7)|
Renee finally IM'd me today. She made it to Bagram AFB in Afghanistan without incident. Of course her definition of 'without incident' and mine are worlds apart. When she left Florida for training in Wisconsin, they were delayed about 8 hours. Seems the plane had a bird mishap and the had to wait around for the mechanic to get there. I was indignant, lol. "This is the Air Force, Renee" I said, "they only have one plane? And 1 mechanic?"
"Guess so." she calmly replied.
I'm thinking,'great, and this is just the beginning of the deployement. They haven't even left Florida yet.'
Well she made it to Wisconsin 'without incident' lmao, and went straight into combat training as soon as they got there. She had nothing but high praise for the Army base and her instructors. (the Army is who does their combat training) Compared to the last two years, she said they were organized and on task and everything was accomplished ahead of sched.
She didn't like so much the rolling around in mud with her rifle, but loved the convoy training. Seems they put her on top of the humvee with the huge 50 caliber gun and she just had a blast up there blowing away all the targets. She could hear the guys inside the humvee laughing and saying "Holyshit! Look at her go." Just goes to show you not to arm a woman with PMS, cause she just went at it! She didn't say so, but I think she was putting some familiar faces of old aquaintences on those targets and just firing away, bones rattling and all. They said there was this really evil smile on her face, lol. My comment to her was "Dammit, Renee. You couldn't have missed everything so they don't put you up there on the real convoy? Would you use your head, girl."
So, she's at Bagram now and tells me there are tons of dirt huts, and the shower huts have no doors on them. They got a welcoming from their not so friendly neighbors in the form of 3 mortor rounds during the night, and her comment? "I was so used to it from Bagdad I slept through most of it." Well shit, Renee, that's comforting! I'm still not sure if that comment is comforting or not.
Let's see, oh yeah..."Hey, mom, through the fence, we can see the Afghani children playing with their goats" Awwwww
that's sweet, except the only thing I focused on was the word fence. FENCE! FENCE?! Don't you mean cement wall, or baracade or something thick and solid?? FENCE? Really? Ugghh!
And this is just the first day!
Then there is Jadin, who is going to be an 'Air Force guy' when he grows up, lol. He plans on jumping out of helicopter - as long as there is a rope- at least he's using his head. RENEE! He is currently training for special ops. He is 4 ya know.
WHERE IS MY VALIUM!!!!!
I'm sure I'll be back with more updates.
|Posted by Debbie Gould on April 14, 2009 at 4:08 PM||comments (12)|
As most of you know, I'm on vacation in Florida visiting my daughter who is in the Air Force stationed at Hurlburt Field, in Fort Walton Beach. She lives in Navarre which is right up the road. This afternoon, my 23 year old son and his friend took my Explorer to Wal-Mart. On the way back, they were pulled over by a sherriff for speeding, 40 in a 25, right before the turn to my daughters street.
Now we live in Vermont. Hick town and all, but we are right on the boarder of NY, so my sons buddy is from NY. My son's buddy was driving, they pulled over immediately and waited for the officer to come up to the car. Apparently she had been following them for a few minutes, because before they new it, 3 more cars with blue lights pulled up. They were pulled out of my car, and searched. 2 sherriffs and 2 detectives searched my car and the kids, and started questioning them about what gangs they were from. They had my son take off his shirt and show them the tatoo on his back.
And arm. Jay is the first one in this photo.
The tat on his arm says BIRD, his nickname and the one on his back says GOULD. Gang material fo sho. Give me an effin break. Yes they broke the speed limit, what right did the police have to interogate them like a bunch of thugs. Why you ask? They were wearing White t-shirts and black basketball shorts topped off with fitted hats so any rational thinking person would of course assume they were gun carrying gang members from Vermont.
It gets even better...Anyone who lives in NY, knows that a NY drivers licence is thin and flimsy. It's not hard plastic like alot of other states. So they naturally assume it's a fake. Jay's buddy sat in the back of the cruiser for over 45 min while they harrassed him into "confessing" it was a fake. EVEN THOUGH after they finally ran it, it came back valid. They told him they were taking him to jail and we would have to bail him out because he was carrying a fake ID. Yes he told them it was a fake because the wouldn't accept it when he said it was real. So now, even though he has a vaild drivers licence through NY state, they are still saying the one he gave them was fake and are going to take him to jail anyway because it's a felony to give an officer a fake ID. We where home when Jay called and said they were having trouble right down the road, so we hoped in her car and went down there. My daughter, who was taking names and badge numbers was irate. When they found out there really was a sister they were visiting and a mother traveling with them, they decided to be "NICE" and just give him the speeding ticket and not take him to jail, but not until we were there for another half an hour while "blue shirt" the detective walking around with his chest puffed out acting God like, harrassed the boys some more and put Jay's buddy through the ringer. They actually asked my son what gang he was in in Vermont. He's like. "I live in the woods." They didn't believe him. The female sherriff was decent, I actually showed her pics of were we lived to show he wasn't being a smart ass, but the detectives wouldn't even speak with me or my daughter. They did let Jay's friend go with the speeding ticket, but kept his licence. IT'S REAL!!! But they still insist it's fake. OUTRAGOUS! Never have I been pulled over for speeding, been pulled out of the car, searched, had my car searched, made to show all my tatoo's, or questioned about the gangs I belong to. So here is a pic of my hoodlums.
Till my next rant, peace out. Debbie
|Posted by Debbie Gould on March 26, 2009 at 12:27 PM||comments (7)|
Let me start with a little background. My 23 year old son owns a mobile home and 9 acres of land that my husband and I sold him a year ago...
So last week my husband mentioned he should clean up the yard now that you can see the ground. That, right there, was the First mistake. Jay(my son) has been laid off work till April and has plenty of time on his hands-so not a good thing- so my husband thought Jay cleaning his yard would give him something constructive to do. Uh huh.rolleyes
Well, he and 3 friend set out Tuesday, on one of the nicer days we've had, gathering all the brush and all the empty beer boxes he accumulated over the winter(he is a 23 year old bachelor) and made a little burn pile behind his trailer. rolleyes The fire burned down so the went around front and started gathering brush and odd pieces of garbage that had blown on his lawn over the winter when his friend noticed flurries of ash snowing down on him. "Uhhhh, Jay," he hollers, "I think we have a problem." They run around the back of the trailer and the fire has spred up the bank.
So these young manly men decide, "We can handle this." and start filling buckets of water from inside and running them out to the fire. This last all of 3 minutes whe a gust of wind came along and with a giant wush, the fire instantly spred up the mountain. At this point they concede defeat and call the fire department. Three hours later, with two towns being called in, the fire had been contained.
The pics really don't do justice, you can't see the other side of the mountain it burned.:/ JAY, Dude! Next time maybe use a RAKE!rolleyes And no disrepect to to the Wells Fire Department...but I see all these pics on the loops of these buff firemen with there ripped abs. Ummm, apparentlu they don't live in Wells.lol
When Jay came off the mountain, all red faced, sweaty and coughing, I asked him what the hell he thought he was doing? "Just trying to grow green grass, mom."It really never ends.
|Posted by Debbie Gould on September 17, 2008 at 1:03 PM||comments (0)|
I got stuck in the damn couch last night. It was reclined and the afghan fell off the back so I got on my knees on the couch and reached down over with my arm to see if I can reach it. Well, the damn thing reclined further, pinning my upper arm between the couch and the wall. The more I tried to get leverage with my other arm pushing against the wall, the more it reclined. I was pinned by my bicep so I couldn't lean back at all to relieve any of the pressure. Anything I did just made it press harder. Greg wasn't home, hubby was upstairs sleeping. I could feel my hand going numb from blood loss, lol. I thought I broke my arm it hurt so much. I finally just gritted my teeth and pulled my arm up as hard as I could. You should see the pretty colors of purple my arm is now. It still hurts like hell. Don't ever try to outsmart the couch. Just get up and walk around the back of it.
Of course it was around 9p so I'd been reclining around in just a t-shirt and my underwear. My poor son would have come home from his girlfriends house to find me dead, stuck in the couch with my almost bare butt sticking up in the air. LMAO Never mind my death. That sight would have scared him for life. lol
|Posted by Debbie Gould on July 29, 2008 at 12:49 PM||comments (0)|
|Posted by Debbie Gould on June 25, 2008 at 11:22 AM||comments (0)|
I live in a small rural town in Vermont just over the boarder of Upstate New York. The neighboring town has a small newspaper that includes the surrounding areas in their paper. In this surrounding area are three women, all named Deborah Gould. Well, the last two weeks in a row, the police beat in the paper has noted Deborah Gould, 41, arrested for DWI.
blah, blah, blah... 2 frigging weeks in a row. These were separate incidents! Everyone else they write about, they also put the town they are from , like so and so from granville or so and so from Wells, but not with this one. The first week, I knew some idiot
would think it was me. Then when she was in it again last week I felt
like putting my picture in the paper with just a caption saying, IT WASN'T ME!
A co-workers brother, who hangs out at the local American legion all the time
asked her what was going on with me, she's like what are you talking about
and he says the 2 DWI's.She tells him it wasn't me and he say we
all know it's her, we've been seeing her husband out all the time. HUH?
She told him that was crap and to tell all his gosping buddies at the bar
they were wrong, that I'm older than 41! LOL Fine, whatever it takes, I'm 43.
Well, I'm telling my 17 year old son what is being said and how people are seeing his father out and about all the time. (he only goes out when I'm in Florida, lol) and he's laughing his ass off. I'm like GREGORY, IT"S SOOO NOT FUNNY, DAMMIT!
He says no, I'm laughing because it's probably me they see at night.
(He's been driving the white and green truck of his fathers since radiator went in his car, about a month ago) His curfew on weekends and now that school is out is midnight and says
he always beeps when he's driving by the bar's on Main street cause he thinks it's funny
to see all the drunk people out there smoking trying to stumble around
to see who's beeping at them.
Well, isn't that handy!! So he's why everyone thinks my husband is out
And we wonder how rumors start. Sooo not funny.
My daughter's response was "Well at least he amuses himself by picking on the drunks instead of joining them." I guess I can look at that bright side.
So if any of you reading this, know me, and have seen the paper and heard the rumors,
IT'S NOT ME!!!!!!!!!
|Posted by Debbie Gould on May 7, 2008 at 3:42 PM||comments (0)|
Just made reservations for the July trip to Maine. Can't wait to go, there is something about the ocean that is just so soothing and calming. Jadin has finally started talking to his mother on the phone, but lately he will ask her if she's home yet. When she says no, he's not all that interested in carrying on the conversation. One of the nights she called and said no she wasn't home yet he said "Then why are you calling!" and handed the phone back to me. The little terd.
I just signed a contract today with Red Rose Publishing today for Infidelity. I cant wait for this one to come out. I really love Melanie and Luke. It's a little dark in the beginning, but such a wonderful story. The two of them have gone through a lot for there happy ending.
I am now working on Betrayal, which is Dan's story. He is Melanie's brother and the poor guy got all shot up at the end of Infidelity. I'm hoping I can make it up to him in Betrayal.
Well, off to work on that HEA for Dan. Have a great day. Deb
|Posted by Debbie Gould on March 29, 2008 at 1:43 PM||comments (0)|
Renee just called. She's getting ready to load onto the plane. This time Jadin actually talked to her for a few minutes, hopefully it will make her feel better. He gets very excited when the phone rings, jumps up and says mommy! Then answers, says hi and hands the phone to me. SIGH Anyway she's leaving Washington and off to Iraq. She said it might be a couple days before she can call. Hopefully she can call to at least let me know she got there okay. This is her secound tour in Iraq, but that doesn't make it any easier.
My mom watched Jadin at my house yesterday because he was sick. Around noon dhe called and says "How do you get the child off the microwave?" HUH!
To back up a little, whenever we heat anything up in the microwave I tell him which numbers to push, so he always does this. Number recognition and all. So I'm thinking 'what the hell.' whose the freakin adult here, he's 40 inches tall and she's 6 foot and can't figure out how to get him down from the microwave? What the hell's he doing ON it anyway?
After bursts of laughter she says noooo, it says child on the display. OHHHHHHHHH! Well in that case....I have no freakin clue. Never seen it before. I guess he pushed to many numbers and it locked up. Who knew! After unplugging it, it reset itself.
But you see what I'm dealing with right. Six more months of wondering just what he's going to do next. Life is not dull, thats for sure. I wonder how this is going to play out in my writing?? Hmmmmm. God only knows.
BTW, if anyone reading this has friends or family or a mail buddy over in the sandbox, Avon's skin so soft bug repellent is half off. The stuff works really well for sand flees, which are a hugh problem there. Some of the guys wrap dog flee collars around their wrists and ankles before going out. That cant be healthy. I bought a bunch to send to Renee and Ray as soon as they give me their address.