Don't You Love it When

You hear new things that make you laugh and you can't wait to use them?

My pal, Andi is getting married in December and she had an engagement party this past Saturday. I never get to see my friends too much anymore so it was so nice to get to see them all! Well one of them introduced me to a new term. Well, new to me anyway but I LOVE IT. Here's the situation: Your friends are at a party or something and you're trying to decide if you want to make the effort to go. You want to know if there are hot guys/girls there so you ask them, "How's the talent?" I think that is so funny. To make it even funnier, my BFF Katherine told me before she left today, "Hey, let me know how the talent is at that meeting you're going to this week" OMG, I freaking love it.

Back to the party...SO MUCH FUN! I got home at 3:30 am! I haven't been out that late in years. Massive headache today and totally tired but so worth it. Got hit on by some guys, which, of course, always feels good. I'm totally lacking in the attention department since Mike's left so I think it's hilarious. A guy I know from way back asked me if I wanted to make out. OMG, who even asks that? After I laughed, I said, "Oh Jesus, I don't think so!!" I needed some good laughs and I really got them this weekend.

This morning I got a text message from my sis, Katie, telling me that a monkey pooed on her at the zoo. I was in Target when I got that and I was literally doubled over in the aisle. I haven't gotten the full story yet but I can't wait for it.

I feel sort of guilty for having so much fun though. I want to share all this in an email to Mike but I know he's got to be miserable, no parties and stuff and I'm sure that he'll be happy to know that people are asking me to make out while he's sitting over there...not that he cares if I get hit on (I think he's secretly proud of that!!) but I don't want to make him feel worse. It's so strange, not knowing how to talk to your own husband.

And I'm officially a soccer mom! Our first game was Saturday morning and it was HILARIOUS. Grant had a blast though, so he's excited about the season!

Bring on the Stress!

OK, as if I didn't already have enough to worry about with Mike being gone, a Louisiana soldier was killed in Iraq over the weekend. If I wasn't sleeping before, you can only imagine what every night this week has been. I did get a decent sleep last night, for the first time in weeks though.

Work is about ready to do me in and I'm just getting my feet wet. I have about a zillion plans to write, in addition to having a pretty big part in a Full-Scale Exercise out in Arizona. The good part is that it's a HazMat Exercise (Hazardous Materials) so it'll be a room chock full of cops, EMS, and Firemen. My perfect world. How I'll concentrate on the event, mmmm...haven't figured that out yet but it'll sure be fun trying!

Which leads me to frustration #3...I bet you can guess it. Today, I ran 6.08 miles on the treadmill at the Y at 10 minute miles. For someone who is just starting out, that's not too bad. I figure by next month, I'll be running a marathon. It does wear me out and at least I can get some of it out of me. But having an intimate relationship with a treadmill 4.5 years into my marriage isn't something that I really prepared for. Oh well...at least I found an outlet that isn't human, right? ;)

We're officially 25% done with this deployment!

April Fools!

Ok, this post will have nothing to do with April Fools Day whatsoever but that's what today is so...

I'm finally back on track for the diet. Thank goodness. Basically, it's the only thing I control. Not that I'm anything even remotely close to a control freak but since I have lost control of literally everything else, at least I can lose weight. My dad told me I was getting too skinny the other day. Can you really be too skinny? Is that even an option? And no, I'm not too skinny. I'm flabby as hell. My stomach grosses me out sometimes. And I can cetainly stand to lose more in the upper thigh area. I can face the truth. I know it's something to focus on while I have no control over where the fuck my husband is. I hate it. I'll be perfectly honest (after 2 glasses of wine)...I HATE THIS. I gave him my ok, even when it went against everything inside of me because I knew the alternative. Either go with a Headquarters Battalion in the office or go in a few months as a Transportation Officer, running missions. Either way, IT SUCKS. I know I'm a brat. I know my husband takes care of me. I wouldn't trade him for the world. But he's gone for the rest of the year. Sometimes, I trick myself into thinking that this isn't so long. Then I think of how far away even my birthday in July is and it makes me really mad, sad, depressed, whatever. As crazy as he makes me, I love him and miss him so much. I guess this post really is about fools, huh?