We're days away from making that most exciting trip down to the airport, and I am beyond excited. But the waiting is killing me. There's already been three cancelled flights, and we don't know what's going on or when he'll be able to get on a plane. Hurry up and wait!
I can see why last deployment he kept it a secret and just called me from ATL two hours before I needed to be at the airport, lol. Part of me wishes he could do that again, but it's just not possible with Mini Sarge. I can't get everything ready that fast and get out the door.
I scurried to get the house ready two days ago, thinking that maybe that first flight was going to happen, but I should have known better, ha. That's the super-planner in me. I will say, my disappointment wasn't too great. I know better, when dealing with the Army, not to get my hopes up.
So, please, dear Air Force, get your planes together and get my husband home soon. Because I'm going crazy waiting!
Kiss kiss,
Vchanny
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
Countdown!
Yay! I don't have a number of days yet, not that I could tell you anyway, but it's less than two weeks until I see Sarge! YAY!
I have that wedding this weekend, which, has become less and less appealing as the time approaches. I'm really looking forward to getting it over with. And so thankful my friend can come with me to help manage Mini-Sarge. She is such a life saver. It's going to be a long day on Saturday, though. Wedding is at 5pm, and it's 2 hours away. So, the earliest we'll be getting home is 8:30-9. :/ <-- my excited about the wedding face, lol. If I had known the time before I agreed to be a bridesmaid, I would have said no. After this, all I can say is, my friend better not complain to me that I never participate in any of her events/parties.
So close, yet so far. That's how I feel today. Lots of things that I want to do in preparation of him being here, still, but I don't want to do them yet. I know next week, I'll be going crazy trying to keep busy and not think about it, so perhaps I'll save it for then.
Ugh, and I guess with all my deep cleaning I've been doing, I've awoken all the house spiders. I've killed 7 or 8 in the last two or three days. I hate spiders. They give me the creeps. My cats are supposed to help kill them, but they must be on strike or something, because the most they've been doing is playing with them.
I want to eradicate those spiders. I can't really spray though, so that kind of makes it difficult.
Some bad news this past week from Sarge. It seems that the new job he took that test for isn't going to happen. We're hoping a new opportunity surfaces sometime in the near future. I wouldn't mind staying in the area (most of my excitement over the new job was moving, haha), but, I told him if we're going to be stuck here, I would like to buy a house. I don't see the point of handing over all our BAH for this dinky house that I'm not allowed to paint or make changes to.
We'll see what happens, though. Neither of us can really control it. Gotta roll with what we're given.
Anywho, I have a few moments left of Mini-Sarge's nap, so I'm going to go sit and relax.
<3
I have that wedding this weekend, which, has become less and less appealing as the time approaches. I'm really looking forward to getting it over with. And so thankful my friend can come with me to help manage Mini-Sarge. She is such a life saver. It's going to be a long day on Saturday, though. Wedding is at 5pm, and it's 2 hours away. So, the earliest we'll be getting home is 8:30-9. :/ <-- my excited about the wedding face, lol. If I had known the time before I agreed to be a bridesmaid, I would have said no. After this, all I can say is, my friend better not complain to me that I never participate in any of her events/parties.
So close, yet so far. That's how I feel today. Lots of things that I want to do in preparation of him being here, still, but I don't want to do them yet. I know next week, I'll be going crazy trying to keep busy and not think about it, so perhaps I'll save it for then.
Ugh, and I guess with all my deep cleaning I've been doing, I've awoken all the house spiders. I've killed 7 or 8 in the last two or three days. I hate spiders. They give me the creeps. My cats are supposed to help kill them, but they must be on strike or something, because the most they've been doing is playing with them.
I want to eradicate those spiders. I can't really spray though, so that kind of makes it difficult.
Some bad news this past week from Sarge. It seems that the new job he took that test for isn't going to happen. We're hoping a new opportunity surfaces sometime in the near future. I wouldn't mind staying in the area (most of my excitement over the new job was moving, haha), but, I told him if we're going to be stuck here, I would like to buy a house. I don't see the point of handing over all our BAH for this dinky house that I'm not allowed to paint or make changes to.
We'll see what happens, though. Neither of us can really control it. Gotta roll with what we're given.
Anywho, I have a few moments left of Mini-Sarge's nap, so I'm going to go sit and relax.
<3
Monday, May 2, 2011
Ding Dong!
Osama is dead.
That's good news. I would have taken captured alive and left in prison to rot, but this works.
I've seen a lot of people posting that they can't celebrate his death, because it feels wrong to them. I say, when you're mass murdering fsk head, it's deserved. He was not a good person, and the world is better with him gone.
I'm not sure what it'll mean for our troops. Things are either a) going to get easier, and the insurgents will be backing off a bit, or b) the insurgents will start retaliating. However, as I read earlier, if the retaliation isn't planned well, it's not really going to lead to much for them anyway. I guess my biggest concern is, who was number two? Who is going to take over his role in this terrorist organization? Some times that second-in-command is worse than the guy who was there before.
I guess we'll see what happens. I am glad that there is some justice being served to all those who have lost someone since September 11th. Maybe some peace can finally find it's way into their hearts. It sucks that it took so long to find him, but I hope now that we have, some healing can finally begin.
And as I posted on my Facebook page last night: High five, America!
<3
That's good news. I would have taken captured alive and left in prison to rot, but this works.
I've seen a lot of people posting that they can't celebrate his death, because it feels wrong to them. I say, when you're mass murdering fsk head, it's deserved. He was not a good person, and the world is better with him gone.
I'm not sure what it'll mean for our troops. Things are either a) going to get easier, and the insurgents will be backing off a bit, or b) the insurgents will start retaliating. However, as I read earlier, if the retaliation isn't planned well, it's not really going to lead to much for them anyway. I guess my biggest concern is, who was number two? Who is going to take over his role in this terrorist organization? Some times that second-in-command is worse than the guy who was there before.
I guess we'll see what happens. I am glad that there is some justice being served to all those who have lost someone since September 11th. Maybe some peace can finally find it's way into their hearts. It sucks that it took so long to find him, but I hope now that we have, some healing can finally begin.
And as I posted on my Facebook page last night: High five, America!
<3
Friday, April 29, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Since When Did I Stop Being Afraid...
Of tornadoes? Seriously. I never realized how carefree I am about them.
What's that? Tornado sirens? Eh. I'm just going to lay in bed, go back to sleep.
Wtf kind of attitude is that?? When we first moved here back in 97', I remember running to the hallway with mattresses and pillows every time there was a warning out. Which, living in this area, means most of April-June you're in the hallway with your head covered.
Maybe it's just the fact that I've never once been in a scary situation. No trees have ever fallen on my house. I've never seen a tornado. The worst that has ever happened is my grill or patio set got turned over.
Having a baby now, and realizing how indifferent I am to these warnings, kinda scares me a little. Am I being too careless? Should I get him out of bed at 1 am to huddle in the hallway for something that's probably not going to affect us? Am I being an irresponsible adult? I would feel absolutely terrible if something happened and I didn't bother to get up and get him. But I feel crazy jumping to conclusions and freaking out every time one of these warnings hits.
I do, most of the time, turn on the weather to see if there is an actual touchdown. I would hide for a touchdown.
Maybe it's normal to become desensitized to these things. Or maybe it's just my personality?
I hope everyone stays safe during this weather and impending flooding. Until next time!
<3
What's that? Tornado sirens? Eh. I'm just going to lay in bed, go back to sleep.
Wtf kind of attitude is that?? When we first moved here back in 97', I remember running to the hallway with mattresses and pillows every time there was a warning out. Which, living in this area, means most of April-June you're in the hallway with your head covered.
Maybe it's just the fact that I've never once been in a scary situation. No trees have ever fallen on my house. I've never seen a tornado. The worst that has ever happened is my grill or patio set got turned over.
Having a baby now, and realizing how indifferent I am to these warnings, kinda scares me a little. Am I being too careless? Should I get him out of bed at 1 am to huddle in the hallway for something that's probably not going to affect us? Am I being an irresponsible adult? I would feel absolutely terrible if something happened and I didn't bother to get up and get him. But I feel crazy jumping to conclusions and freaking out every time one of these warnings hits.
I do, most of the time, turn on the weather to see if there is an actual touchdown. I would hide for a touchdown.
Maybe it's normal to become desensitized to these things. Or maybe it's just my personality?
I hope everyone stays safe during this weather and impending flooding. Until next time!
<3
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Chocolate Bunny Time!
So, I'm not a believer. I'm just not, much to the woes of people around me. I love you guys, it's just not me. I choose to sit on the fence on this one and claim Agnosticism.
I grew up in a house where my parents didn't really want to force us to sit in church every Sunday, like their parents did. Partially I think, because you can't show up high. Ha, but, uh, they also never never mentioned anything at all about religion or Jesus or God. There was no dialog, no "here's a Bible. Read it." I mean, what were they thinking? We'll never talk about Christianity, but I'm sure our kids will turn out to be one anyway.
I'm actually kind of thankful they didn't though. It's allowed me to make my own opinions on the matter without being brainwashed at an early age--Call it what you want, young children are VERY impressionable, and will do whatever you want, and strive to be like their parents. What's actually kind of funny, is that Sarge grew up in a house where they were literally every religion you could think of. His dad was trying to find his place in the grand scheme of things, and dragged the family along. But, somehow, we both, although brought up very differently, have the same views today. I think it's interesting. And I know plenty of people who were brought up a certain way, and ended up questioning their beliefs later on. That makes me think that religion should be a personal choice, not something that is decided for you at an early age. (I will say, for every person I know who has struggled, there are plenty more who haven't and are strong in their faith. That's awesome!)
But, here's the thing: while I may not be into the religion thing, I am always respectful of other people's views. And I really can't stand it when I see people being rude or making stupid jokes about someone's faith--no matter what faith they are. Just because I can't wrap my head around it doesn't make me feel like I have the right to make these sort of jokes. And yeah, I laugh at the Family Guy jokes, and Sarge did this off a Chuck Norris joke I send him, and I thought it was funny.
I grew up in a house where my parents didn't really want to force us to sit in church every Sunday, like their parents did. Partially I think, because you can't show up high. Ha, but, uh, they also never never mentioned anything at all about religion or Jesus or God. There was no dialog, no "here's a Bible. Read it." I mean, what were they thinking? We'll never talk about Christianity, but I'm sure our kids will turn out to be one anyway.
I'm actually kind of thankful they didn't though. It's allowed me to make my own opinions on the matter without being brainwashed at an early age--Call it what you want, young children are VERY impressionable, and will do whatever you want, and strive to be like their parents. What's actually kind of funny, is that Sarge grew up in a house where they were literally every religion you could think of. His dad was trying to find his place in the grand scheme of things, and dragged the family along. But, somehow, we both, although brought up very differently, have the same views today. I think it's interesting. And I know plenty of people who were brought up a certain way, and ended up questioning their beliefs later on. That makes me think that religion should be a personal choice, not something that is decided for you at an early age. (I will say, for every person I know who has struggled, there are plenty more who haven't and are strong in their faith. That's awesome!)
But, here's the thing: while I may not be into the religion thing, I am always respectful of other people's views. And I really can't stand it when I see people being rude or making stupid jokes about someone's faith--no matter what faith they are. Just because I can't wrap my head around it doesn't make me feel like I have the right to make these sort of jokes. And yeah, I laugh at the Family Guy jokes, and Sarge did this off a Chuck Norris joke I send him, and I thought it was funny.
But, I'm not going around and being down right disrespectful. It doesn't make me feel better. I really just don't see the point.
Anyway, Happy Easter to everyone! I hope you get to spend some good quality time with family and loved ones. I think Mini-Sarge and I are going to my sister-in-law's house tonight, but we'll see. As of yesterday, she was not doing anything for a few days, ha, so I'll have to call and see. Until next time!
<3
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Ew, Jealousy
Do you remember the little graph I posted a post or two back? Remember, how at the top of the curve, was where I said the frustration/anger were at their peak? Yeah, that's where we are right now. Well, a few days shy, but, who the fsk is counting anymore?
AUGH!
What really makes is worse, and what actually ends up annoying me more because it makes it worse, is that everyone I know's husband is coming home this month. >.>
Now, the rational part of my brain realizes that their husbands left 6-7 months before mine did, so, uh yeah they're coming home now. However... the other part of my brain, the crazy part filled with those uncontrollable human emotions, says "WTF? When is it MY turn? Why isn't MY husband home?" Jealousy is so evil.
I hate, hate, HATE that I don't have any control over that feeling. It doesn't matter how rational I am, this is the point of deployment where crazy-brain takes over and I get pissy when I see homecoming banners, ha. It's awful, and it makes me feel like a jerk. And, I know, deep down, that I shouldn't be hating on people just because we were part of a different rotation. Hell, if he was coming home now, he would have missed our son being born, and that would have been really bad. I am so, so happy for all the families getting reunited. I just... am having a problem continuing to be patient.
I take pride in having a good deal of control over my emotions. I handle all of this relatively better than most people (not me bragging on myself, I hear it all the time.). So, when this, this crazy I-miss-him-boo-that-your-husband-is-home thing starts to go through my head, it really gets on my nerves. We all do our time. No separation is any worse than another. No one's longing for the simple touch, smell, sight or voice of their spouse is any worse than the next person. So why do these stupid feelings emerge?
Seriously, I saw earlier today, that a friend of mine's husband was about to land, and I got that anxious feeling, where like, your heart races a little, like, maybe you just ran into someone who you haven't seen in a while and didn't really want to run into and you get kinda panicy. It was like, wtf is this?
I contribute the lack of control to the anticipation of R&R, realizing he's already been gone six months--even though it feels like an eternity, and just human nature in general. I think we can only hold back our feelings for so long. Doesn't matter how much you ignore them. It's a beautiful coping mechanism, mind you, but it does have it's flaws. Eventually, you will break, and it probably won't be pretty.
<3
AUGH!
What really makes is worse, and what actually ends up annoying me more because it makes it worse, is that everyone I know's husband is coming home this month. >.>
Now, the rational part of my brain realizes that their husbands left 6-7 months before mine did, so, uh yeah they're coming home now. However... the other part of my brain, the crazy part filled with those uncontrollable human emotions, says "WTF? When is it MY turn? Why isn't MY husband home?" Jealousy is so evil.
I hate, hate, HATE that I don't have any control over that feeling. It doesn't matter how rational I am, this is the point of deployment where crazy-brain takes over and I get pissy when I see homecoming banners, ha. It's awful, and it makes me feel like a jerk. And, I know, deep down, that I shouldn't be hating on people just because we were part of a different rotation. Hell, if he was coming home now, he would have missed our son being born, and that would have been really bad. I am so, so happy for all the families getting reunited. I just... am having a problem continuing to be patient.
I take pride in having a good deal of control over my emotions. I handle all of this relatively better than most people (not me bragging on myself, I hear it all the time.). So, when this, this crazy I-miss-him-boo-that-your-husband-is-home thing starts to go through my head, it really gets on my nerves. We all do our time. No separation is any worse than another. No one's longing for the simple touch, smell, sight or voice of their spouse is any worse than the next person. So why do these stupid feelings emerge?
Seriously, I saw earlier today, that a friend of mine's husband was about to land, and I got that anxious feeling, where like, your heart races a little, like, maybe you just ran into someone who you haven't seen in a while and didn't really want to run into and you get kinda panicy. It was like, wtf is this?
I contribute the lack of control to the anticipation of R&R, realizing he's already been gone six months--even though it feels like an eternity, and just human nature in general. I think we can only hold back our feelings for so long. Doesn't matter how much you ignore them. It's a beautiful coping mechanism, mind you, but it does have it's flaws. Eventually, you will break, and it probably won't be pretty.
<3
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