Je'taime, mon soldat

It's just Dex and me again. At the last minute Joe was assigned to another training trip. He might be back in a week, or on the day he's supposed to come home, he might be re-routed to another training that lasts four weeks. I hope he packed enough underwear.

I'm not really torn up about it. He's doing some elite training that he can barely talk to me about, so it's good for him, especially since he's the newbie - the only newbie to go. It's pretty cool. Still, I'm not really thinking about the possibility of him being gone for five weeks (obviously this will happen at some points), but I know he's thinking about it. When we were driving around Friday evening he said, "It'll break my heart to have to call and tell you that I'm going to be gone for four more weeks." It really gives me pause when he says things like that, and I just stopped and looked at him, smiling. I love that, despite becoming this hardcore Army cook, he's still just Joe. And he's not afraid to admit that he'll miss his wife, even for just a few weeks. It's good.

He left ass early yesterday morning, so Dex and I chilled out in the morning and went to the dog park in the afternoon. Dex rolled in so much dust and dirt while we were there that I had an allergy attack both at the park, on the way home, and at home. I wiped him down and everything, but I didn't stop sniffling until after I bathed him. Good lord. Then of course I was in dire need of a bath as well.

Later in the evening I watched some TV and jacked around on facebook. I thought it was pretty well known that facebook is a place for pseudo-stalking. I mean, c'mon blog readers, who here doesn't ninja around on facebook, looking at other people's profiles - people that you don't really talk to anymore. You're bored and you get curious, so you check it out. Right? Well, maybe you don't. But I do. Yesterday evening, I was assing around looking at pics, and made one single solitary comment on this chick's picture - a rookie mistake in facebook stalking, I know, but still. She posted a comment back, and later put up some more pictures, per her status update or whatever. Well, I didn't have a lot going on last night, so I went to peruse her newly posted pics, only to find there were no pictures. None. I couldn't see any on her profile, not even the ones I'd already looked at. However, since she'd commented back on the one aforementioned picture, it posted to my profile, giving me a little portal (a loophole if you will) back to all her pictures that she had obviously blocked me from seeing any more. Perhaps this speaks to how pathetic my life is currently, but I don't care. I got hot - angry. Am I a creepo?! I seriously thought about this for a while, wondering what the hell was wrong with me, or with her since she may be the only one I know of who's not down with the facebook pseudo-stalking. Then, I remembered being around her in college, and granted we were more acquaintances (friends of friends), so it's not like I really hung out with her. Still, that makes it even weirder that in one of the few times we were around each other, she spoke freely in my presence of screwing her boyfriend in the dorm bathroom on move out day while her parents were carrying stuff out to the car. So, at least at that time, she felt okay discussing her sexual conquests in front of me, but now I'm not allowed to look at her stupid pictures on facebook? No, I am most certainly NOT the creepo here, and with that, I decided that her principles are fucked and promptly deleted her from my friends.

I guess I need to go figure out what time the super bowl starts because I'm supposed to be somewhere for it...

Before, though, let me be foodie real quick. For breakfast I cut a few slices of this awesome loaf of Italian style bread, and put sprinklings of mozarella cheese and fresh, chopped basil on top. I then baked those slices for a few minutes in my toaster oven, while I cooked bacon in a pan, and fried a couple eggs in another. The eggs I left at about over easy, and when the bread was done, I put the fried eggs on top of the pieces. The combo of eggs - hot runny yolk to boot, cheese, and basil was amazing, especially with the soft warm bread and its flaky exterior. The bacon was just an added side bonus, and Arielle, I cooked the pieces just right this time. Yum.