I'm dreaming of a warm, sandy VACATION!

It's only a couple months now...until Thor comes home and life returns to blissful normalcy.  Well, until the Air Force decides to deploy him again...but we won't think about that now.

I am dreaming of a loooooong vacation with my husband, a second honeymoon if you will to celebrate him coming home.

Buuuuuuuut....as luck would have it, it looks as though he may be slightly delayed (fingers crossed that doesn't actually happen), and we will have to postpone our vacation for a couple months due to a training class already scheduled.

Photo by eggneckface33

Here's the itinerary I'm hoping the universe will line up to let us have.  I can almost feel the warm sand squishing between my toes.


Saturday,  NEW ORLEANS, LA 4:00pm

Sunday,  FUN DAY AT SEA

Monday,  FUN DAY AT SEA

Tuesday,  BELIZE 8:00am 5:00pm

Wednesday,  ISLA ROATAN 8:00am 6:00pm

Thursday,  COZUMEL, MEXICO 9:00am 5:00pm

Friday,  FUN DAY AT SEA

Saturday,  NEW ORLEANS, LA 8:00am

But hey, even if we have to postpone until November or December - it'll be fine.  We'll figure out something to do as a vacation closer to home.
 
But here's hoping....

Just not feeling much like blogging these days...

I keep trying to put "pen" to paper - so to speak - and end up just staring at the screen for a long time. 

Blank screen. 

Not inspired to write....nothing much to report.

Hubby homecoming heading into the 2 month-ish mark.

Plans to start working on the dining room in the next couple of weeks.  Have already found a new rug and stencil for the accent wall - and am contemplating new chairs...as Thor hates the country-fied ones I have with a fiery passion.

My mind keeps racing with Fall/Winter designs - and my wish list of gemstones is piling up.

And that is all...

Excuse me while I fall apart for a minute.

It's 92 days left, give or take - and some days I deal better with Thor being gone than others.  I really don't like whiners and so get especially mad at myself when I get maudlin like this...because I am a grown woman and I knew what I was signing on for when we got married.

But let me be the first to tell you - being a military wife sucks.  SUCKS.  Sucks bigtime.  For months at a stretch you have no idea if you will ever see your husband again.  You wait, trying not to hold your breath and hyperventilate between phone calls and emails.  You get bad feelings in the middle of the night and then wait to hear anything...hoping that it's just an email from your husband telling you not to worry.

Actively trying not to worry while you are slowly losing your mind with WORRY.  Personally, I try to cram every waking hour with projects and running around senselessly.  Since I've already spent 6 months working on projects in our new house...I am fast running out of them.  So, to fill the gaps, I've started working out 5 days a week instead of 3.  But, the oddest times I will just start crying.  Painting a wall in Thor's office - tears.  Carrying laundry downstairs - tears.  Sitting watching a silly movie on TV - tears.  Driving to work - tears.

Geez, when did I turn into such a pussy?! 

It's the little things that get to you at the oddest times.  When a big empty house seems to echo and there's no smile and kiss on the cheek when dinnertime rolls around.  No rushing to take a basket of clothes from me because he's sure I am going to pitch down the stairs because of my clumsiness.  No talking to the TV while that silly movie is playing.  No foraging for snack food in the middle of the night.

Ok. Now, I'm even more depressed.  And since I don't want depress my lovely readers, I am going to go back to my corner to stew.

It's June...Summer has officially arrived with a THUNDERSTORM!

It was a rough night...insomnia strikes again and a VERY early morning.  An appointment to take my care in for a recall servicing had me up and moving, albeit slowly, at 6:30am.

Ugh......

The maintenance was done by 830am - while I was waiting I poked around in the lot looking at a potential second car for me and Thor since sharing is a nightmare and a half.  I'm liking the look of the Versa personally, but I know Thor has his eye on a motorcycle instead.  But a motorcycle in the winter in Nebraska is not practical.

But look....it's June 1st.  Officially summer.  The kids are already out, the graduation parties have been partied and I have 100 days left of his deployment to get through.

You'd think June would arrive with a nice sunny day...but nope.  It's rapidly darkening out there and looking drearier by the minute.  Tornado warnings have been issued...I really miss California sometimes.

Tornados freak me out.  I will take earthquakes any day and twice on Sundays over a tornado.

I need a nap.

Memorial Day - Remember the TRUE meaning

Today is Memorial Day.  And while most will be thankful for an extra day off work, an extra day to sleep in...that is not the true meaning of the day.

This is a day of remembrance. 

Remember those who fell in battle in days past to bring us the freedoms we take for granted every day.  To those who didn't come home to their loved ones, those who went out to meet danger and war because it was asked of them.

Remember and thank the members of our military services: Air Force, Army, Marines, Navy, Coast Guard and National Guard and Reserves.  They have an impossible job, yet they meet the challenge with dignity and honor.

I am thinking about Thor today - my own hero.  So far away at the moment, doing his duty.  Here is a picture that was taken as part of an ABC News special about his squadron.

Tales from the Fuzzdom - The BIRDIE show!

It's been a fairly uneventful few days, the world keeps turning and the sun rising and setting.  I've reached the halfway point in my husband's deployment, and instead of the days flying by like they seemed to for the first 6 months...these days are dragging and dragging...

And just when I was feeling particularily mopey and maudlin...I happened to catch my two cats participating in their favorite past-time...well, besides eating and sleeping - the BIRDIE show!! 

The Birdie show is a 24 hr show that takes place from the sunroom windows, the neighborhood wildlife comes to taunt and flirt with my eagerly awaiting fuzz people.

Munchkin just stares intently at the squirrels, birds, bugs and wee green garter snakes that pass the window by - no sound, no false starts, no tabby clucking....he leaves all that to Pig.

Pig does all those things...and adds running into the window, jumping up at the window, batting at the bugs and animals OUTSIDE the window, and running back and forth between the front door and the sunroom trying to GET the wildlife.

He's not the brightest thing - that's for sure...but he makes me laugh even when I am having a good mope.

And so life continues...will be starting another room project tomorrow and working on it through the next couple of weeks.  So look for those pictures coming up.

I'm so tired...but I can't sleep...

Was up half the night and tossing and turning the other half.  No word from Thor for a few days and was having a very bad feeling.  Very bad.  Like my skin was too tight, and all the rooms in my house were closing in on me.

Wait.  Wait. Wait.  Waiting....

No email again.  Staring at the walls this morning at 3am.  4am.  5am.  6am

Couldn't sleep.  Finally gave up and got up this morning at 6:30am.  Went to take a shower and when I was getting dressed for the day, got an email from him.

And started crying like a little sissy.  Jeez, Leah...get a grip.  I just want to yell at myself sometimes.

                                                  From happier times - goofier times.

I still marvel at the realization that the solitary person I was has given way to someone whose whole world is wrapped up in my bald-headed husband.

So, I've turned into a sap.

Well, this sap is going to take a nap since I think I've earned it.

The rainy day blues...aka. I miss my husband so much it hurts

So this isn't going to be a dose of my usual random redheadness, sarcastic shenanigans, etc...so if that is what you are looking for, you might want to save this entry for another day.

It's a rainy day here in Omaha...a rainy, stormy and dreary day spent under a quilt with the fuzz people.  A day spent missing my husband...an ache which seems to spread from under my ribs out to my fingertips.  It hits and for a moment I think I might be having a stroke.

But no...it's just my body manifesting the loneliness that I can usually keep at bay with one of my many, many projects.  But some days, like today, the weather seems to make my usual frenetic energy slow down until all I want to do is sleep. And mope.  And cry. And feel sorry for myself.



On our first date in SF.


And miss him.  And worry that every time the phone rings...it's bad news.  Horrible news.  And then yelling at myself for worrying when I get his latest email.  During the wait in between contact...chanting to myself: he's ok, he's ok, he's ok....over and over again.

Normally, I like storms - the days when you curl up with your loved ones, warm and safe at home.  But while he's gone...they seem to taunt me with loneliness, make me realize what I am missing.

Oh, don't listen to me.  I'm just feeling sorry for myself.  And now that I have depressed everyone...I'll call it done.

                                                                                            A couple months before our wedding.