And the hits just keep coming.

As I mentioned in my last blog post. I've been fighting with the military in order to get my reenlistment bonus.

I went in on Monday to provide the paperwork to prove that i was supposed to be in a duty position before i reenlisted. The woman who works in the office said that the only person who could back date my file wasn't in on Monday. I asked it i could come back and check on it.

Tuesday I had class all day and couldn't make it back on base.

Wednesday I went on base after my class. I was told that the woman who could back date it was only on duty for another 10 minutes, which in government work means that she's done for the day. the woman in the office went and talked to her and I was told that I was trying to back date it in the system 'to far back'. which is so frustrating.

She said she would 'see what she could do' and if I didn't hear from her by Friday (tomorrow) than I'm supposed to call her. But, I'm going to be on duty tomorrow. So I figure I'll just swing by.

I'm just frustrated. I just really need the money. and to be honest, i have NO idea what the bonus is. I just know that I deserve it, but they won't give it to me easily.

gah!

So Rotty, What did you do this weekend?

Oh, I'm so glad you asked.

I watched 28 woman pee! Aren't you jealous!?

::slams forehead into stall door::

The conversation goes

Me: Step into my office :snaps rubber gloves & opens bathroom door:
Me: Place the small bottle on the sink and take the large one in with you
Pee Person: Wow, you're job sucks.
Me: You think?
Pee Person: :laughs: this is embarrassing
Me: Its not that bad. ::starts talking about something other than them urinating::
Pee Person: ::pees:: ::tries to hide the smile on their face::
Me: place the cup on the floor where I can see it.
Pee Person: ::Buttons up uniform::
Me: take the big bottle, pour it into the small bottle and seal tight. if you need to wash your hands, you can only use water.
Pee Person: ONLY WATER? why is that?
Me: I don't know, I'm just following the rules.
Pee Person: Why don't you know?
Me: Um... I don't work here. I just got volun-told to do this yesterday.
Pee Person: that sucks

This same senerio happened all 28 times.

It wasn't bad until I had to watch my supervisor pee. THAT was awk.ward.

man. i watched people pee for 3 hours. interesting, but not fun.

There was supposed to be 2 female observer's and 3 male observer's.

unfortunately, the other female has a UIF (unfavorable information file) so she couldn't observe.

So all the female pee watching was left for me! OMG!

I had 4 beers last night. I was EXHAUSTED!

There was the first woman who had to pee so bad that she peed on her hand.

There was the pregnant chick who had the clearest pee of them all.

There was the hungover chick who's pee was orange ::gag::

There was the woman who told me she thought she was pregnant, but didn't want it to happen right now because she was trying to time it around our next inspection so she didn't have to go.

There was the deliriously tired woman who i honestly had to tell her step by step how to do it. no joke.

There was the tiny chick who was so afraid of the toilet seat that she pee'd on it. She was trying to hold her self off the seat by using the hand rail (I had them use the handicap stall so they had more room) and she ended up turning her but towards the cup. and she pee'd on the seat.

it was an interesting day to say the least.

The more things change, The more they stay the same

So I was reminded today about the circle of life in the world of the military.

A fellow blogger Chelle @ The Winey Mommy said good bye to her husband today. She sent him off to serve his country and do is duty. It breaks my heart and makes me thank the lord, that at the moment I have my husband.

Its kind of interesting, like the world wanted me to realize how lucky I was. I happen to log on to blogger minutes after she had posted on her blog about saying good bye.

I had been complaining to my friends via texts that i was trying to 'sweat my way to a better mood' in the gym. I was upset with B about something really really really stupid and petty this morning. I left the gym still feeling cruddy and now I felt cruddy and sore. When I logged on and saw her post I got out of that mood pretty darn quick. Nothing snaps you out of a cruddy mood here faster than seeing a fellow military wife lose half her heart.

And I also fine it at no coincidence that today is also the 9th anniversary of 9/11. Sometimes its easy to lose focus on what is important in life and what you should be thankful for. But today... today I was reminded of how lucky I am. I hope on a day like today, that has forever changed many lives, I hope you all stay thankful.

I hope you all hug your loved ones a little more securely tonight.
I hope you all thank the lord for the breath you take and the kisses you get.
I hope you all are snuggled down with the loved ones you have (may they be 2 legged or 4)
I hope you all remember
I hope you all stay thankful.

Goodbyes & Beerflu

This weekend was my last drill with my unit up here. It was a bittersweet weekend. I couldn't come up with a more accurate word.

I'm so sad to leave the great friends and bonds I've formed over the years I've been up there.
Yet, I'm so excited for the next step in my life.

(right after we got home)

I have so many good friends up there. We deployed together, we went to annual tour together, we hung out. Its going to be hard to top this unit.

(waiting to get out of country)

(in Shannon, Ireland)

They took me out Saturday night.
We went to a local bar that I've been going to every drill since we moved up to the new base. I've gotten to become really close with the bartenders there. We even became Facebook friends (lol). I didn't pay for a single thing all night. They were amazing. When I finally left, I cried and gave them both big hugs. When your away from home, its nice to have a friendly face. They were great people.

Then came Sunday
I had a serious case of Beerflu Sunday morning.
I woke up Sunday... still drunk
I went back to sleep for an hour... still drunk
I took a shower to sober up... nope still drunk
I threw up...a lot... still drunk
I had my friend drive me on base... still drunk.

soooooooooooooooooo bad.


about 10 am I finally sobered up, and I totally skipped the hangover phase. I went from drunk, to a wee bit sick, to sober. It was AWESOME.

I'm pretty sad to leave, but I'm really excited.
Its all coming together. Its all wrapping up.

And if one door opens to another door closed

I hope you keep on walkin' til you find the window
If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile
But more than anything, more than anything

My wish for you
Is that this life becomes all that you want it to
Your dreams stay big, your worries stay small
You never need to carry more than you can hold

And while you're out there gettin' where you're gettin' to
I hope you know somebody loves you
And wants the same things too
Yeah, this is my wish

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I was talking to an old friend today who's boyfriend is currently deployed.

And we were talking about how we haven't hung out in years and the fact that we need to reconnect.

I said to her "Sometimes life guides paths together". I just really think this statement is so true for me lately

And lately I've really found that god was looking down on me and saw I was in need of a friend who just 'got it' and blessed me with my new friend/old acquaintance J.

So here's a little back ground:

J and I went to Middle School and High School together (graduated the same year). We had the same friends, and often were at the same events together (dances, games, etc.). Even though we knew each other we weren't "friends". We were acquaintances. I didn't dislike her for any reason, but there just never came a time where our life paths met at a time for us to talk.

So fast forward several years....

B and I stop by a local bar to drop of his friend. J and her Husband JT were there. B and JT went to high school together and graduated the same year too. So we're talking and BS'ing and exchange numbers. We text a little bit, but nothing ever comes of it.

Fast forward another couple years...

We've been Facebook friends for this whole time and just never really talked. One day I see she posted that she needs some adult interaction. J and JT have a 4 year old Em. JT is gearing up to deploy here in the near future, so J quit her no good job to spend time with him. So we arrange an 'adult day'. We didn't do anything but hang out on her patio, but we just clicked.

I honestly feel that god guided our life paths together right at the right time. I mean, of course he did. Everyone (even the most devout believer) has a moment in their life where they question where God is leading them. This just feels right.

Its good to have a friend who was in the military (medically discharged), who's married to the military (JT's about to set out on his second tour), and someone who just 'gets it'.

I can look at her and just stick out my lip, and all that she says is "I know Hun!"

As JT's D-Day (deployment day) creeps up closer and closer she's more and more emotional. and it just feels good to be here for her. She texted me tonight and said she was sorry in advance for not being a 'very good friend' in the near future because she's going to spend time with JT.

I told her do NOT worry about it. I'll be there for her and we'll hang once JT can't anymore. And

I told her a while ago that I fully plan on being there for her when he's gone. I'll cook her food, make sure she eats, and take care of EM until she can.

I'm blessed.

I went through some rough times when B left. Took me a while to get my mind right.

I feel that now that I'm mentally healthy and squared away, god has blessed me with a good friend to keep me that way.

I've always been a firm believer that you can't be good in any relationship that has love (friends, family, marriages) until you are good and love yourself first.

God waited till the perfect time to bring my path and J's path together.

I don't know what I would do with out her right now.

hahahaha. its been less than a month since we've become so close and if we go more than 24 hours, we tell each other we're going through withdrawls. hahahaha. I went over to her house today for just an hour or so. That way we could get our 'fix'. we're a little to perfect for each other, its kind of scary.

3 years ago today

...I married the love of my life

... I said "I do" to growing old with my best friend

... I became blessed by being married to an amazing man

... I became more happy and whole. He's my missing piece.

I love him with all my heart and soul.

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OH the joys of being married and both being in the military.

I came home from my first duty location June 06 and met B.

we started dating and then I left for Germany in November.

December I was home and he asked me to marry him.

January I left for military school in Missouri.

March 07 I came home on my birthday. Our families meet the DAY i came home.

June 07 we were married. B starts nursing school that next September.

Jan 09 I was deployed during his last term of school & I missed his graduation.

we were together for a year, with a couple mini breaks for B to go help another unit in... Mississippi i think.

and a year almost to the day that i came home and he leaves for almost as long.

I missed his graduation from officer school because we couldn't afford for me to fly down.

lol.

I've spent 2 birthday's home since i was 18.

And now i spend tonight, my third anniversary, alone in my bed... with the dog. UGH!

but that's okay... Its the life I chose.

I've never been more solid. I've never been this happy. I'm blessed

Sleep Deprived Blogging

(preblog warning: its not labeled "random ramblings" for nothing)

I'm sure this is the new "it" thing. Sort of like blogging while sleep deprived is the new black. lol, or at least that's what I'll tell myself.

Hey, blogging is better than laying in bed at 12:10am talking to myself right?....right?
::whispers to self:: "RIGHT!"

PHEW! good to know.

anywhozer...

So last week I started back to school. I seriously forgot how hard summer term is. Its my first term back in almost 2 years, that's enough time for one to forget.

I'm taking 3 in class and 1 online.
I'm taking (brace yourselves for this)

• Architecture 101 - Architectural Graphics
• Art 101 - The History of Art (which actually focuses more on the history of architecture)<-online
• Art 215 - The History of Residential American Architecture
• ID 125 - Computer Drafting for Interior Designers.

yeah, i know... you're jealous. ::cough-NOT-cough::

But seriously. on Tuesday I'm in class 9am-2pm & 6-8pm. and on Thursday I'm in class 9am-1pm & 6-8pm.

All in all, not as bad of a schedule as I expected. I have a long enough break that i can justify driving the 30 min back home. For some reason the campus just seethes anxiety for me. I get anxious just being on campus, why? couldn't tell you. but i do. If I'm IN class, like, actively taking notes, participating in discussions, etc. it doesn't effect me so much. Walking from my class room to the student center to get a smoothie... INSTANT anxiety spike. wish i knew why. no idea.

But last week wasn't so bad all in all. Hard to get used to getting up early again (time is currently 12:18am) but I'm getting back into it (sort of).

Most of my classes I really think I'm going to enjoy. the only one I'm a little worried about is ID 125, because I've taken something really really similar before, so i think I'm going to get bored easily. The teacher seems really cool though, so it should be okay. I'm my Art 215 class, part of my homework was to sketch where i live. You mean you WANT me to doodle? okay then. no problem! lol. so i let Sammy wander in the grass, i sat on the sidewalk enjoying the cool air and sketched. it was pretty awesome.
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this weekend I had drill for the first time in 6 weeks. This whole A weekend/B weekend thing is screwy. One month I'll have 2 drills with in 2 weeks, and then i won't have one for 6 weeks... not so fun.

But this weekend I did have to do my PT (physical training) Test. And I'm a little ashamed to say, it was a "do or die" situation. If i didn't pass, i couldn't re-enlist. and if you know anything about me... not re-enlisting was NOT an option. but I've been training hard and pushing myself and you want to know what. I DID IT! I passed more than i could have imagined. I'm so stinking proud of myself!!!

we won't go into weight or inches (cause ick)
but I did do:
35 push ups in 1 min
42 sit ups in 1 min
and i ran 1.5 miles in 13.28.

HOLY SHIT! It was AWESOME. I almost threw up after my run. but whats a little upchuck between me and uncle Sam? And let me tell you what a weight it is off my shoulders that I've passed.

now the battle is keeping it up and pushing my self to do it next time with OUT DYING! lol. I'm in so much pain today. We ran yesterday at 2ish. and just sitting down to pee is an epic battle of muscle vs gravity. Its a good thing all i had to do today was study. so i sat around a lot. my body is thankful for that.

[random sidebar] the thing i hate about being up this late is i always get munchy hungry around 12:30-1:00am. never.fails. [/end random side bar]

But all in all it was a good weekend/week.

back to school
Feeling good about classes
went to drill
trained 35 marines how to do my job
got called out by a E7 in a different section to help him do a job (way cool)
passed my PT test
drove home safely
mom made me dinner (she watches Sammy when I'm at drill)
she even made an extra whole dish for me to take home so i didn't have to cook ALL WEEK!

I have to say, I'm a pretty happy camper right about now.


now... if only i could get some sleep.
::makes eyes at Mr.sandman::

Lesson in Leaving

Lets just classify these last 2 days as "one of those days". You know where you just don't quite feel 100%.

There's really no reason for me to feel off, but i do. I'm healthy, I'm relatively happy, but its just not the same with out B here. I know, I'm lucky, i get to talk to him almost every day. On the weekends sometimes multiple times in the day, with text messages to boot.

This is the longest time I've been away from him and been home. Its weird to be home to be honest.

When i was in Iraq. I was gone roughly: 135 days

B will be gone roughly: 116 days.


No one really understands how you can possibly be away from each other 100 days or more from your husband, wife, or loved one.

Its not easy.... but its how I've known to live.

There's really no point to this post. but I've been feeling all mixed up and jumbled and its kind of hard to get out a fluid thought out if my life depended on it.

but eh. whats a blog for if not to spew streams of thought, no matter the completeness of the thought.

I think I'll leave you all with this picture. My friend was messing around on photoshop and made it for me. I love her and I love this picture!

Life after leaving.

So i think its day #3.

I haven't returned back to work yet, that's tomorrow. But I've been keeping busy. After my Uncle's funeral, we've had a LOT of people in town.

My grandma's been in town and I've been spending a lot of time at my parents.

I've been lucky enough so far that B's schedule has allowed him to call me every night before bed. i know I've been a bit spoiled, and I'm aware. I told him tonight that its okay if he's to tired after his day to call me and he wants to go right to bed.

I love him with all my heart and i can't wait to see him again.

I told him today that i miss him. and he told me he doesn't think he'll be able to go the whole time with out seeing me. He graduates this school at the end of June. but he wants me to come down and visit on the next school where he'll have more freedom.

I might have to take him up on that offer.

I'm such a sucker for that guy

What a week...

And its only Tuesday.

So today i took a half day because i feel like poo.
I did my "have to do's" and got out of there.

even though i can hardly talk, I'm expected to be main on phones.
even though i do my whole recorded crap "Good Morning/Afternoon thank you for calling craptastic this is Rotty how can I help you?" and the automatic response from the caller is one of 3 responses

1) whoa you sound like crap
2) Oh hunny, you sound terrible
3) you're not sounding so great (<--from the polite people)

and it just makes my voice/throat/cough worse.

Then tomorrow i work a half day and then i get to drive to drill... alone. So then I get to have a double drill weekend ( 4 days instead of 2) because i missed last month due to my fall.

I'm excited to get up there, because i really like the people in my unit.

But I'm not excited for the drive or to be away from my husband. He takes such good care of me, i take it for granted most of the time. Like tonight he made us his famous (well, famous to us) homemade calzone of awesomeness. and all I had to do was role out the dough.

I am also going to try really hard to stay and save money while I'm there. I'm packing my microwavable pasta/rice cooker.
and I'm going to do as much as i can to save money, eat healthy, and do as much as i can while I'm gone.
Its easy to eat healthier while I'm home, but when I'm gone that's when i struggle.
So tomorrow. i have PT, then work, then i drive, should be interesting...

Warning: Military related. if i don't make sense let me know

So i emailed my supervisor Wednesday night after my follow up appointment. I had to let him know that the meds i was on won't allow me to drive, so the 3 hr drive to drill this weekend was not happening. I emailed him because it was late and he has 3 kids, so i didn't want to interrupt dinner, bed time, etc.

So Thursday morning i texted him and let him know he had an email. he texted back saying he would check it.

Thursday early afternoon, i texted him to see if he had checked it. he said no, but he'd get to it.

So i got frustrated and texted my friend asking for advice. my friend happens to be my supervisors supervisor. I text him on and off after drill during the weeks, he's my friend. So he says "omg, i hope you're okay. I'll take care of it" That wasn't the purpose of my text to him, but it worked out. I trusted him that he would help me out. He's truly a great man and if i was 20 years older and single, I'd so get with him. if that makes ANY sense. lol.

So this morning i FINALLY get the bed to my self and i get a call from my supervisor (the one who wouldn't get back to me) asking when i wanted to re-schedule. i told him i wanted to pull a 4 day drill instead of 2 weekends. the ONLY reason I'm not up there rocking my neck brace is because of the meds. I WANT to be there. I LOVE my unit, i love my job.

He tells me that "they" (don't know who they is) don't think i can do that. physically he means. I told him....again that its just the meds. I'm on limited duty, yes, but to be honest on drill weekends, my job isn't that physically hard.

So He's scheduling me for a 4 day drill for next month.

not even 30 minutes later i get a call from my first Sergeant. when you get a call from the shirt its a BIG Deal, so i was a little freaked out. I told him the whole story, what happened. I told him what my issue with being up there was, and that i start physical therapy next week. Apparently his wife is a physical therapist, so i think when he found out that i was 1) in a neck color and 2) have to go to physical therapy i think he believed me.

I honestly believe that he thought i was faking at first. but when i list my meds, what i have to do, i know he believed me. but dang.

phew that was long. but it felt good to get it out.

Wordless Wednesday - Veterans Day Edition

Happy Veterans Day

Have you hugged a Vet Today?

Lets do a family run down:
Grandfathers (both mom's dad & dads' Dad)
My Father
Uncle
Aunt
2 Cousins
Me
My husband
And countless friends that touch my life.

Thank you to all of them.

Q&A Part II (and Part III)

My Second comment/question comes from the lovely and amazing Stephanie (who is the mom of Lucas the most adorable spawn).

If you weren't around for my first post: Ask Rotty!

She asks:
Do you think you will volunteer for another deployment? What about B, you said he is enlisting, right? Would they deploy you together or separately, or just one at a time?

Answer:

Well... I guess this is as good a time as any to spill the beans.
Yes. I have already volunteered for another deployment. In less than a year I’ll be gone again. I'm so freaking excited!!

And again, you read that right I VOLUNTEERED! And I'm EXCITED!! Yes the caps were needed.

Lol. My husband is signing up for active duty and in the near future we will be moving and I will be switching units.

But I’m doing everything possible to get things in order so I can deploy 1 last time with my unit. I'm so excited about it. There is always a possibility that we could deploy together, but it’s not likely. We are in 2 different jobs and have 2 separate qualifying standards for deployment. But to be completely honest. I do not want to deploy with B. When you're deployed it’s a completely different world.

You can't hold hands
You can't kiss
You can't show affection
You can't stay together
Basically, You can't be married.

I would be so worried about what he was doing and where he was I would never be able to do my job effectively and to the best of my ability. At home I don't have to worry if he's safe, if he's okay. I know he is. I trust him with every fiber of my being. To be honest if I didn't trust him, there's no way we could be together. Not because I don't love him, but because in a military marriage trust is just 1 notch below love. You HAVE TO trust your loved one otherwise all is lost.


♥So to answer Stephanie's Questions:

Do you think you will volunteer for another deployment? Yes! And I can't wait!!

What about B, you said he is enlisting, right? Yes he is!

Would they deploy you together or separately, or just one at a time? We're about 55% sure that we'll probably not deploy together. I left such room for margin of error.

It is the military people!! As soon as you 'think' you know something is set.... it'll change. Just wait.


And to Answer Bridey's Question:

Can you get me an Air Force T-shirt?

My love, you're going to get a t-shirt that says "my little sister in the air force" because I love you enough that you ARE my older sister. Parents....pshhhhhhh who needs the same birth parents!! We’re sisters down to the soul! Lol.

I'm an open book. Ask my anything, even non military related.♥

Q&A Part 1

My first (and only ::sigh::) comment on my ask rotty post was from Isha. Who i absolutely adore. She asks:

Do you think your opinion and love of the military will change in the future when you plan on having children? Or will your plans be adjusted, or remain as is?

Answer:
Does my love for the military change my plans for kids? yes, yes it does. But not the way of having or not having kids. Kids have always been a part of our future goals. I've always always wanted to be a mother and B is going to be an amazing father. It just changes how its all going to work out. When we're both in the military, it makes things just a bit different because there are so so so many more things to think about. So many things that most civilian's don't have to think about. Like life insurance, family medical plan, family care plans, and wills. I'm not saying that all civilian's don't think about this. but I don't think they need all these in place before the kid is old enough to talk . It just throws a different spin on planning our family

I believe the military life offers a lot of things that civilian life doesn't do enough. I believe it shows you to be grateful for what you have, to know you're blessed with each day, and it teaches you honor. I think the military life helps add values to kids that a lot of kids i see lately are missing. yes, a lot of it has to do with the parenting. but there are so many other factors that contribute to the factor to the outcome of offspring. I really want to instill values in my kids and i'm so excited to try.

It makes planning a family different, maybe a little harder. but defiantly doable and plan-able. I can't wait to make military brats!
cause than i can rock this t-shirt:

Ask Rotty

Good Afternoon lover's,
I recently received a comment from one of my readers (who is awesome by the way). Frugal Mom asked me 'what is it'? No she wasn't asking me what i had between my toes, or stuck in my teeth. She was asking me what is it that makes me want to be in the military.

My first thought was that she was being snarky. Then i re-read the comment and realized at that moment that some people have no experience or very limited experience with the military.

I thought this would be an interesting blog topic. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not freaking GI BARBIE. What i am is a part time civilian, who's all military at heart
I'm an E-5 in the USAFR
I'm a reservist. I serve 1 weekend a month & 2 weeks a year at minimum. I often spend at least double that if not triple that serving.
I am a 3rd generation military member
And I'm so dedicated and in love with the military life its not even funny.

So I open the floors up to questions.
What have you wanted to ask? do you have any questions? Do you think its silly?
I may not have all the answers, but i can point you in the right direction for the information your seeking.

I've seen these done on other blogs, but never figured i was interesting enough to have anything you'd want to ask me. I'm kind of excited for the questions.

So ask away loves.
The floor is yours.

Oh Rotty, What do you do on this drill weekend?!?

Oh you want to know what i did this drill weekend do you?

do you really?

are you sure?!?

okay. you asked for it...

This morning my MSgt pulled me aside and said he had a talk for me. Sure, why not.

you want to know what he asked me to do?

BE A U.A. OBSERVER!!!!!!!!!!!!
yep, that's right people. i got to watch people pee allllllll morning long.

doesn't that sound awesome??? nope, not kidding.

In case you didn't know. In the reserves there are monthly random urine analysis tests. This month they were short on observers. So i got that lucky job. in the military you don't get to go into the bathroom by yourself then bring out that lovely cup full of that yellowish liquid.

Nope, In the military this is how it goes: you walk into the room, you sign in, and you wait your turn. When you are called up for your turn (and you have to pee) you walk over to the table and sign your paperwork. Then the observer signs the paperwork. When the observer is signing, the med.tech is explaining to you how it works.

You walk in to the bathroom with the observer and rinse your hands, water only.
Then you go into the stall and pee in to the big cup with the observer in the stall with you.
Then you can finish peeing, wipe, and pull up your pants. Yep, the observer is watching that too.
Next you go out to the sink and poor your pee from the big cup to the little cup and seal it and throw away the big cup. And rinse your hands with water again.
When you walk back out to the med.techs table. and you sign he label on the bottle, and the observer signs it, and then the med tech signs it. Then you use the hand sanitizer and your on your merry way.

lol. Doesn't that sound like fun?
nope, your right. It doesn't.

P.S. I have never ever had to do this before in my 5 years in so far. HAHAHA. I load planes normally. but they need to have 'voluntold' people to share the wealth. fun fun.

Can I be a mushy-gushy girl for a sec?

I am missing my husband something terrible. Night time is the absolute worst. I have the hardest time at night. The day time isn't so bad. but the night is so so bad. I'm so tired, I can't Sleep, I'm trying so hard but it just sucks.

I am normally the one that leaves. This is the first time he's been gone. Its harder than i thought it would be. Not so fun by the way.

i want him to come home and the worst part is i don't even know when that will be.

It'll be Friday or Saturday, possibly Sunday.

He's doing real world assistance for an ORE (operational readiness evaluation) in Michigan. I know, dangerous stuff. but it still sucks!

Where were you?

I know, another 9-11 post, go figure. But it holds such a profound place in my heart, i need to get it out.

I will never forget what happened. It took my dad to war for over a year. It has changed the military forever. And i am PROUD to serve and protect this nation every day of my life.

When i was searching for images to add to my blog, i came across several of the planes, and the towers. I just don't think its appropriate. Today is to honor and reflect. Bless the lives that were taken. Bless the lives that are forever changed.

okay... snap out of it!

Okay, back to the topic at hand. ME! lol.
lets get off something besides my whiney posts about my job. for now that is.

Topics still to talk about:
-Multnomah Falls Hike
-work update
-Drill Weekend
-B's Job Update/Situation
-Car Shopping ( and my new car )
-Camping
-BFF's marital situation.
-my family BBQ
-School situation

Drill Weekend:
So this month i didn't have to be at drill on A-Weekend. My weekend was B-Weekend. lol. But i'm so glad i got to go. I got to spend time with my husband and i got to see him re-enlist. it was great. Its something i was proud i was there for. i just wish i had been in uniform too. but o-well.
And of course i was there with my camera. hello?! did you expect anything else?

He had his commander do it. it was really awesome. His commander at the end gave him a special pen in which he signed it with. it was a really pretty Air Force pen. It was pretty freaking awesome.