So I've noticed over the last week that an acquaintance of mine on facebook has had to endure her civilian husband being out of town. I first realized this when her status discussed the fact that he would be gone for 12 days (in country), and then there was another status with a sad face on the day he left. And then today there was a status that noted there are only six more days until he comes back. With each status, I have utilized my self control and not written a response, ugly or just factual. I'm trying to remember that everyone's experiences are relative. Yes. Relative. Still, my husband goes on TDY's longer than 12 days. Often. And even then, he is usually not allowed to tell me what he is doing. Shiiiiiiit, girl!
It's been a soggy weekend in GA. The rain has finally stopped and turned to a disgusting mist. It's horrible. The ground is saturated, and poor Dexter has to take a flying leap off the back porch to avoid the swampiness and make it to higher ground for a pee. I'll take a blizzard over this crap. Fo' sho'.
Okay, this is boring as hell. Whatever. So I'm addicted to FB tetris. I can't stop thinking about it, though I think it may be a coping mechanism at this point because my thoughts are usually just on Joe. Or how behind I am with Christmas gift stuff. Now, though, it's tetris. Sorry, Joe. But y'all know my road trip analogy as I'm pretty sure I've written about it before. Road trips always start off okay but by the end of any trip, be it just a couple hours or a long haul, the last few minutes are usually full of the most impatience. Because you just want to hurry.up.and be.there.already.
That said, I was laying across my bed earlier mostly comatose save my little hands running across the keyboard on my lap as I went all rain man on tetris when my phone rang. It was my neighbor informing me that hey had grilled out earlier and had leftovers and would I like a hot dog or hamburger or both with coleslaw and pasta salad and potato salad and cake. Um. Yes, please. So she came over with her two kids, the food, and a Christmas card. We all played on the floor with Dex for a bit and talked. It was fun, and the food (that I later ate) was delicious. A lot of my friends live on post, which sometimes makes me feel left out, but I'm damn glad for where I live. This is the Southern hospitality I knew as a kid in South Carolina. And it is good. :-)
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Nice on the Southern Hospitality. :)
For me, it's either Typer Shark or Shape Inlay on yahoo games. I think you & I definitely need that mindless dribble between work and other stresses in our lives. Sometimes nothing is more soothing than just watching shapes move about the computer screen...while thiking of nothing. :)
I'm going to get some projectile mace. Just so you know.
Completely agree on the first part, although you Army folk have to endure much longer separations than we do! Hopefully I don't annoy you with our 6-10 monthers Katie ;)
You won't annoy me. Ours aren't so long either! :-)
I'm picturing you and Joe sitting side by side with your laptops, Dex between you, playing your respective games.......when the mace projectile arrives thwarting everything!!!!!
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