Feels Right, Brian.

I'm finally back on the computer. The wireless router is being most uncooperative, and we haven't exactly been set up for "wired" for some time. But alas, I finally dug out one of our super long ethernet cords, so I can still lay in bed and blog while connected to the modem in the office across the hall. Sure, I have a cool new Droid phone now, but I refuse to blog from that damn thing.

As previously mentioned, I am laying here in bed. Joe isn't home; he's down at the beach in an oceanfront hotel. Now, if I leave it at that, we can all agree that he is a jerk, since I am left here at home. But, if I tell you that he's there for training that involves him getting paint-balled, tasered, and pepper sprayed, I guess we (I) can be done with the jealousy. Funny though how the world keeps its balance; Joe reported to heavy training on this day of days. Nine years ago I was a freshman in college, and now I'm living the military lifestyle as a spouse of an elite Army soldier. While I'm frustrated by it much of the time, I am also immensely proud. We actually had our ball last night, and they showed a video full of highlights from the wars, as well as a picture reel of the fallen from my husband's unit. It was tough to watch, and all I can really say is, "America, fuck yeah."

So yeah, I'm here for a week while Joe gets the hell beat out of him. Again. Ha. My unemployment/retirement freedom is slowly dawning on me. Hell, I could pack up and just leave for the week. Of course it would be a long ass drive to anywhere other than Mississippi...and I have the dogs...and we're desperately trying to save money this month. But just knowing that I could drop everything and get the hell out of here is more than refreshing.

Still, all I've done today is work on a puzzle, and it's been awesome. After Joe left this morning, I said the hell with it, and the pups and I had a lazy day. While college football was on almost every channel, and FB was full of people's statuses weighing in on the games, I chose to watch tennis instead. I watched the US Open: men's semi-finals held in NY. Nadal slammed his opponent in three sets, but his expected opponent for the finals, Fedderer, actually ended up losing to the Serb - Djovisomething in five sets. I could spell the name phonetically, but really, what do you care? Basically, Nadal is my new boyfriend, and as he spoke to the sports journalist post-match of his win, he, a Spaniard, took a minute out to recognize 9/11. In his broken English, he offered his support to the victims' families, and essentially upheld the "Never Forget" from an international perspective. It made me teary; Spain, fuck yeah.