The hubby and I just spent three hours at Wal-Mart. Three! The sad part is that the time was split between two different ones. I was on a quest for cat ears, but I came up short. I did, however, manage to obtain some Herbal Essences hairspray, two deodorants (I’m in a trial phase), a WOW cd and a NOW cd, undereye circle solution, a cupholder for my beautiful Saturn, and a king size Reese’s. The hubby bought a car magazine. He is much simpler than I.
Drink Starbucks’s Pumpkin Spice Latte. Mmmm.
We have Click and Conan’s 10 year anniversary special from NetFlix. I really like the video store coming to me. Mostly because I am ridiculously lazy.
We’re going to see this evangelical strength team called Delta Force at my high school tomorrow. They gave the kids a preview during school today, and it was neat. Breaking Lousiville Sluggers – cool. Tearing phone books in half – cool. Jesus – cool. How can you go wrong?
The hubby came up with the idea of synchronizing our quiet times so that we can have discussions about them. It sounds like a great plan to me. Not only does it give us accountability, but it also opens the door for spiritual and intellectual stimulation. Spending time in the word is good and meaningful, but sharing it with someone adds a whole other dimension.
In about half an hour I’m leaving to meet up with my husband to grab a quick cup of coffee between his classes. God, I love fall break.
I am making progress on the apartment thing, and my goal is suddenly starting to look achievable. It will never be just how we want it for the sheer fact that there just isn’t room, but it will be as close as you can get.
Toaster Strudels rock.
Thinking about my white mocha is causing me to fidget. Sweet coffee bliss…
What are you reading? I need some good book recommendations, and all both of you love to read. I trust your opinions.
I never get sick. Never. I mean, I’ll feel kinda bad, or maybe tired, but not SICK. Or so I thought. Tuesday and Wednesday proved otherwise. I do not recall having ever purged that much from my system in a 24-hour span. It was disgusting, and I was seriously beginning to wonder if I maybe had some sort of fatal disease and this was the cruel exit I would make from the world.
I have since recovered, minus a slight fatigue. Food has started digesting again, which is always good. Today I had tuna for lunch. If you can keep down tuna, you can keep down anything. My husband is now the sick one, so our roles have reversed. I tried my best to take care of him yesterday while I myself attempted to recover, but now he has gone off to LBL for RA training. Poor guy. I hope he is feeling better today. I probably won’t get to talk to him until Saturday, which bites, but maybe it is best that we kept our remnant bugs away from each other.
I hate it when old ghosts resurface. Even in passing. I’m just not one of those people who looks back on my life as a wonderful growing experience. I look back and think that the only good part of then is that I’m sure it plays some role in where I am now, which I would not trade for anything; however, I don’t have much fondness for the past, for myriad reasons. I hate running into people from high school that I kindaknewbutnotreally, because I don’t know whether to say hi or just turn around and avoid them. I could probably count on one hand the people from that life that I would actually talk to willingly. Maintaining friendships is not my forte, and that makes me unhappy enough without having to be reminded of it all the time. Some people just grow away. Others sever things bitterly. I tend to draw the bitterness out of people. That’s my fault, I suppose. I should come with a warning label or something: Best Used As Acquaintance — True Friendship Could Potentially Be Fatal.
Oh well. Looking forward, I guess.
Yay for his being home! It feels so good to fall asleep with him next to me.
I came home from work today, and he had made me two sandwiches and a Caesar salad. I sat down to eat and he poured my juice for me. He’s the one who’s been gone on a training mission for two weeks, yet I am being served. How freaking awesome is that? I married up.
We are leaving in about an hour to go watch the Titans practice at their training camp. I need to check to see who is on the autograph list so that I can determine if I need to bring something signable. Since it’s right down the road, we might just walk, and I don’t want to carry anything extra if I don’t have to. If you felt this heat index, you’d understand.
I cannot find Frank or Bender. This disturbs me to no end.
update: Bender is back!
My husband will be home tomorrow! I absolutely cannot wait. LoHaKaSfH. Mmhmm.
The first week of work was good. I’m now a co-chair of the differentiating instruction committee, so I’ve been skimming through workshops and watching some tapes. I think we might present in January, but possibly as soon as November. LB is the other chair, which is the coolness. I think it will all turn out well.
I also found out today that we’re going to an all-color yearbook! This is big, big news in that arena, and I think it will be a huge motivator for the staff.
Counting down…
One of the things that sucks about his being gone is that I think about what we might be doing at this moment if he were here. I can see him on the computer perusing a forum of sort, and I’d probably be lying on the floor next to the coffee table watching the My Fair Brady season finale (because I am a hardcore Vh1 junkie). I have a craving for some coffee, but since I have to work tomorrow and we would have been out and about earlier today, we would skip the Starbucks and he would grind some Java City roast that he bought with his excess Plus dollars last semester. We’d be talking about my going back to work tomorrow and what the schedule was looking like. We’d look through the list of Titans that were giving autographs next week and decide which days we wanted to go (they’re at the Peay for training camp this year). I’d probably ask him to take a nice, hot bubble bath with me, and he’d do it even though he doesn’t like baths, because he loves me enough to realize that I’m saying goodbye to my summer, to our summer, and that it’s not really about the bath at all.
Him doing his thing, me doing mine, interacting in little bits here and there.
It doesn’t sound like much, but these are the things I love about my life. It’s also why tonight makes me sad. I’m watching the finale by myself, I’m terrible at making coffee and don’t even want to attempt it, and the bubble bath sounds like too much effort if it’s going to be a solo endeavor. I emailed him the list of Titans. He probably won’t even be able to check it before he gets back, but it was worth a shot. Emails provide the illusion of talking to him. He’ll call soon, but it’s always over far too soon.
On a positive note, the Geico commercial with Little Richard makes me laugh.
My husband is going up in a helicopter, AGAIN, tomorrow morning to take aerial shots of some stupid training mission. He was in one a couple of days ago, and I was disconcerted when he told me about that event after the fact. To tell me ahead of time that he’s going again is just unwise.
This is why I said I would not marry into the military. I’m not sound enough to deal with this. Yes, I understand that the likelihood of anything happening to that helicopter is slim, but that tiny sliver of doubt is still there. I’ve seen too many news clips and 60 Minutes specials. He’s supposed to be a journalist in the Army Reserve. Journalists do not need to be zooming around in choppers. Journalists sit at desks and write stories, right? Right?
So until I get his text saying that the mission was a success, I will be on edge, pissed off that the Army is so damn stupid and even more pissed that there’s nothing anyone can do about it. My anger will be a cover for my fear, which is really the reason my insides are churning. I need him to come home to me.
I want this to all go over smoothly so everyone can laugh at me and joke about how ridiculous I was being over the whole situation. You’re so hypersensitive; you were being such a nutcase; I told you so. ‘I told you so’ sounds like perfection.
Just to clarify, my previous rant was not directed toward the general population of people who don’t believe. Only the ones who snip without being informed.
So far the hubby has been able to call me every day, which makes me as Glad as one of those forceflex bags that restrains the rhino in the TV spot. He does not seem to be very happy with his situation in Ft. C, however. Then again, they went to a Caribbean island last year. I’m sure few things compare. It’s one thing to run around in 100 degree heat with a tropical sea as your backdrop; it’s another altogether when your backdrop is Arkansas.
The start of school always makes me nervous. What will the kids be like? How big are my classes? When the hell is my planning period? These things make all the difference. Four more days of summer…
I just found out that the hubby will be home three days earlier than I had anticipated! I believe a happy dance is in order.
::happy dance::
