Just because....

I've been down in the dumps the last two days.

He's sweet sometimes. When no one else understands, he does. And when he doesn't, he does things to make me happy. I wouldn't trade him for the world.

Have a good weekend!

The story of us

Matt and I met when we were around 16. (12 years ago) Wow I didn’t realize that I have known him almost half of my life! We were friends with the same group of people. I don’t really remember where we first met. He went to a different high school than me but mostly hung out in the town I live in. He dated a girl in my class for years. She wasn’t really friends with my group of friends and she really didn’t care for hanging out with us. So, a lot of times if Matt was hanging out with us it was because he had broke up with her so that he could.

He and I worked at the same factory the summer after our senior year of high school along with a couple of our other friends. So a lot of us would party together after work. Then after that I was working 3 rd shift waiting tables at Denny’s (best money I’ve ever made, by the way). He was still working at the factory that we had worked at together. He would come over to my house about one a week, usually right after I had fallen asleep at 2 in the afternoon and want me to go boozing with him. About 9 times out of 10 I would tell him no because I had to work that night.

After this, I had a few longerish relationships and wouldn’t see him for months at a time. But I always considered him a good friend even when we wouldn’t see or talk to each other for a period of time. Then I heard that he went to the Army. I didn’t get to say good-bye.

Fast forward about 2 years (3 years ago). It was actually probably about October too. I got a friend request on MySpace from Matt. He gave me his phone number and I immediately called him. He was stationed out at Ft. Lewis, WA. We texted and talked until he came home for Christmas that year. That Christmas we feel in love. I knew before he ever came home that I loved him. I loved the fact that we had known each other for so long and he knew so much about me.

(Real drunk here but only pic I could find)

Matt left to go back to Ft. Lewis and I made a trip out there around Valentine’s Day. He came home again in April. Around the end of May I went out there and stayed with him for 6 weeks before he left for Iraq in June.

While he was in Iraq, I worked two jobs. I missed that boy more than words can express. I sent him packages all the time and whoever went through his mail said he got the best packages out of his whole unit. I made him blankets and sent to him. I sent him cards every holiday. I wore his dog tags the whole time he was gone.

He came home for R & R in December and we got engaged. No real romantic story to tell here. He asked me to marry him before he went to Iraq but I didn’t want to be “that girl” that got married because her man was going to war. I don’t look down on anyone that does this; it just wasn’t for me. He asked me to marry him again on the phone from Iraq and told me to pick out a ring. When he got home for R & R, we got my ring and got our engagement pictures taken.

We had planned on going to Cancun and getting married on the beach during the summer of 2009. About 6 weeks before he came home we decided to get married as soon as he came home. This mean I had 6 weeks to plan a wedding. I bought our wedding bands. My engagement ring didn’t have a band that matched it so I picked out the one that matched it the best (more on this later this week).

Matt came back from Iraq on August 22, 2008 (14 and a half months) and we got married on 9/5/08 at a little wedding chapel around here by a hippie preacher and had our reception at a bar here also. After all was said and done, we spent around 2 grand on our wedding. I don’t regret for a minute not having a big fancy wedding.

Matt thought he was getting out of the Army in April. So, I stayed at home and waited for him. He ended up not getting out until the end of July because his contract said 4 years and 22 weeks. I took on the responsibility of finding a house and was able to mail him all of the paperwork he needed to sign. I made numerous trips out to see him between the time we were married and the time he got to come home.

I made my last trip out there on 7/28/09 and we were able to drive his car home together. Matt enlisted in the Army Reserves to cut his IRR time in half and we are finally living the life that we have been waiting on for three years.

Staying Busy... missing my lover

I drove Matt to the airport yesterday for most likely the last time ever. He had to go back to Ft. Lewis and finish his paperwork and hopefully get his DD214. This thing must be printed on gold paper. We need it for practically everything. I need it for financial aid. He needs to try to get a better job. He wants to get veterans license plates and he needs it for that.

It was hard to say good bye like it usually is. I just keep telling myself that this will be the last time until he leaves once in awhile for the Reserves. I miss him. I'm not whining about it because three nights apart doesn't even compare to being in Iraq for fifteen months.

I slept on the couch last night. I don't have anyone to bother or reach the top shelf for me. But I'm going to make the most of the time apart.

My to-do list:

dishes
put together Matt's TV stand thinger for in his toy room (or at least try)
put the patio furniture back on the deck (Matt stained it Friday)
Vacuum
Dust
Clean all the baseboards
Water all outside plants
Feed the varmints (oh... we named our squirrel Gilbert)
Clean bathroom floors
Clean hardwood floors
Laundry(working on it)
Wash our sheets and pillowcases
Do financial aid stuff online
Resume for my hubs
Resume for me (hey never know when I'll need one)
Paint my nails and toenails

This should keep me busy and keep me from missing him too bad. Well I guess I better get out of my pj's, put my contacts in, and get busy.

Oh and could someone please tell me how to do that strikethrough thing? I would be totally cool if I knew how to.

Having Matt home is great!!!

Yesterday I had to go back to work and Matt was home with Ozzy. He's not going back to work for about three weeks. He has to go back to Ft. Lewis on the 15th to sign out or in or something and finish his paperwork. While I was at work he put the rest of his stuff away, dealt with the Direct TV installer, cleaned my car inside and out, vacuumed the carpets, swept, and swifered the hardwood and watered my plants. Oh and cleaned the gutters out.

I had school last night and while I was there he cooked dinner. Today he is going to Wal-Mart. I made him a list. I asked if I needed to write "cheap" in front of everything. I don't believe he is a very good bargain shopper.

I could get used to not having to do everything. He even took the trash out this morning without having to be told to do so.

Last night at school we got our grades and reviewed for the final. My final is Wednesday and as long as I get a 60% on it I will get an A in the class. I'll probably study a little but not too much. After tomorrow I will be done with school for almost 3 weeks so that will be nice. Next summer I don't think I'll be taking any classes. Summer school is not cool.

I am also quitting smoking. Not trying. I'm doing it. I have never tried before because I never wanted to quit. We wanna have a baby and I'm not gonna be smoking when I'm prego. I'm not trying to judge just saying its not for me.

I tried just quitting cold turkey yesterday but that didn't work out so well. But I believe soon (like a week or two), I'll be done. I really want to quit. Its harder than I thought though. I might try the acupuncture thing. I'll keep you all posted and if I start bitching more, that may be why.

Ahhhh....

I just woke up from a nap... at 4:30 in the afternoon West Coast time.... on a weekday. Vacation is good. I made it here. With only one minor event to report. I'll get back to that.

My husband is sexy as always and it is great to be with him finally. He had to go to formation and then him and his buddy are going to change his oil real quick so I'm at the hotel blogging. I have only not check my blog for less than 48 hours and have 25 blogs to read.

Today we moved all of Matt's stuff out of his room at the barrack into his car. Sounds easy right? Well he lives on the third floor and there is no elevator or air conditioning. And its hot. (Not as hot as home though cause there is no humidity here and everyone is bitching about how hot it is... get over it. Come to the Midwest and you will know what hot is.) Anyways... we mad about 37 trips up and down the stairs carrying all his stuff. I was a trooper though.

We leave tomorrow on our journey. We will be driving across Washington, through Idaho, Montana, South Dakota, down Iowa, through Missouri, and then to our house. Matt is so excited to see our house and I'm excited for him to see it.

Now back to my story from the airport. I flew Southwest. And you know how you are assigned a number? I was B31. You line up according to number. 1-30 on one side and 31 through 60 on the other. Well I had to slam down a Bloody Mary before I got to on the plane but I could see my gate from the bar. So when the B's lined up I went over and got in line. All the other B's were pretty much in line so I stepped close to the pole on the 31-60 side. Then this twit with dark roots in her bleach blond hair that looked like she belonged a club rather than the airport starts talking crap to the old dude next to her. She said something to the effect of how she hated people butting in line. She kept talking crap and I'm not usually one to say anything (when I'm sober) but I turned around and asked her if she would like to go in front of me. She just looked at me and laughed and said no. I told her I was 31 and asked.what was her number. I could see it said 35. Obviously 31 comes before 35. She didn't say anything so I turned around and she proceeded to talk more crap. I just ignored her. Later she got up on the plane to go to the bathroom and I rolled my eyes at her. I hope her luggage got lost.

Oh maybe it is hot here. I just saw on the news its 103. I've been napping so I wouldn't know.

Tomorrow :)

Tomorrow I leave to fly to Seattle and get my heart back.... for good this time. We will be leaving Seattle on Thursday and driving to southern Illinois and hope to make it back by Saturday night. It is a loooooooong drive that I have made three times before. It will be an adventure and I love adventures. We will have approximately 34 hours in a car together to catch up and enjoy each others company.

When we get back we will be moving in OUR house... together. It will be a bit of a change for both of us but a good change.

Words cannot even begin to describe how excited I am to finally get my man back and be done with this Army business. Technically I'll still be an Army wife cause Matt will be joining the Reserves for 2 years.

I probably won't be blogging much in the next week or so. Maybe a few pictures from the trip.

Hope you all have a good week!!!

25 Reasons why I love my husband more than anything

He is my hero.
He loves me for me.
He thinks I’m beautiful.
He tells me how proud of me he is.
He knows about stuff that I have no idea about.
He makes me happy just be being there.
He works hard for us.
He is goofy and I think it’s cute.
He tells me when I do a good job.
He knows more about me than ANYONE.
He makes me a better person
He thinks I’m sexy even though I’ve gained probably 20 pounds since we been together.
He tells me I’m his everything.
He has sent me tons of flowers just because.
He is everything to me.
He does not get jealous.
He appreciates me.
He is strong – mentally, physically, and emotionally.
He is mine… all mine.
He loves Ozzy and Ozzy loves him.
He wants to be with me forever.
He misses me.
He wants me to have his babies.
He makes me laugh and smile.
We are the best thing we’ve ever had.

Gotta love Mondays

I know this may be a shocker but I’m glad the weekend is over. This weekend was horrible. I’m not one to air my dirty laundry so I’ll leave out the details but give you the gist of what happened.

First of all, this may be a surprise because I have led you all to believe that my husband is perfect but he is not and neither am I.

I pass my weekends by working a job that I hate for pocket change. He likes to pass the time by hanging out with his buddies, drinking, scratching himself, and only god knows what else. This usually leads to me bitching about what he is doing. And that usually leads to us arguing.

So this weekend I spent working, crying, arguing, or all three at the same time. This has left me drained mentally, physically, and emotionally.

I was thinking this morning about all the holidays we have missed out on during the three years we have been together. (Matt and I were friends for 10 years before we started dating so its not like I jumped into a relationship with someone in the military that I didn’t know, I’ll write about that someday.)

I’m glad to be back in my cubicle where people will leave me alone and I can maybe pull myself back together.

I'll be more happy when _______

I'm taking on Mama Kat's writing assignment this week. I haven chosen to write about "I'll be happy when____"


Well for the most part I am happy. I have a wonderful, devoted, loving, sexy husband. I have a caring, entertaining family. I have a little doggy that loves me more than life itself.

I will be happier when the Army finally lets go of my husband. I will be happier when our journey from Seattle to Illinois in his car with no air conditioner is complete. I will be even happier when he gets to see the home we have bought for the first time. I will be even happier when we get to ummmm... lay in our bed together for the first time.

I will be even happier when I can become the mother of his child. And I know this will make my husband and my mom reallllllly happy.

I will be happier when we have a fenced in yard for my little doggy to play in. I would be happier if he could play in the yard now but the neighbors big dogs would probably eat him and that would make me far from happy.

I will be happier when there are no idiots in the world.

I would be happier if crappy music were banned and radio stations weren't filled with garbage.

I will be happier when people learn to watch where they are going, mind their own business, and have a little common courtesy.

I will be happier when our house is paid for and all our other bills.

I will definitely be happier when I get to quit the crap job and can focus more on school.

I will be happier when I figure out how to link stuff in my blog, obviously I don't know how to do that.

Most of all, I will be happier in 27 days when I get to be with my husband again... forever.

All gone

I took my last birth control pill today. Its kind of scary but we are ready. I think. Matt is ready. We will be together, forever, in 35 days. Matt says he won't make fun of me if I get real fat and waddle.

Now I just have to quit smoking these damn cigarettes. I'm thinking about getting acupuncture done as soon as he gets home. My sister got it done and it helped her.

I worked 19 and a half hours at my shit job last week on top of the forty I worked at my real job. I made descent money and I didn't go on any shopping excurtions. It makes me feel good to know that I am doing everything I possibly can to stay busy and help us out while he is gone.

Grandma

My grandma died at 6:10 this morning. God has finally taken her. He must have been making big plans for her. We love you grandma and we will miss you.

Stressed

I am beyond stressed for several reasons. My parents and I are supposed to go to Washington next weekend to see Matt. It is their 30th anniversary and my birthday is next week. They wanted to take a vacation for their anniversary and have never been to see their favorite son-in-law there. Some of Matt's unit is going to Yakima for training on Tuesday. Matt has been told for 3 months that he would not have to go. Yesterday they tell him that he has to go. He threw a fit and hopefully we will find out today if he has to go or not. Grandma is still hanging on by a thread and will die sometime soon. Don't know when. Maybe today, maybe next weekend, maybe next month. So now mom and dad are kinda up in the air about what they should do.

When I booked the flight for the three of us I did not purchase insurance for them because I thought everything will be ok. I highly doubt that American Airlines is gonna give two shits about any of this.

I don't understand why he has to do training. HE IS GETTING OUT. The only thing he needs to train for is how to deal with me on a daily basis and mow the yard and stuff. I doubt he will learn that through the army. So Mr. Big Shot of Matt's unit, you can kiss my big ole butt. I hate you, except for about two minutes on the 1st and 15th.

Oh and also my new phone is a POS. It's an envy 3. Don't get it.

48 and counting

Only 48 more days until the hubs can leave Ft. Lewis and come home to me and our house. Just wanted to share a few pictures of what I have done with our love nest so far.

This is the bedroom, the actual love nest.


This is the living room minus the couches. Mommy and daddy are giving us theirs but not till they get some new stuff. Notice my sexy pink laptop. Thanks honey.


Dining room.



Picture of my hero by the front door.


Everything is coming together nicely I think. My brother and I are supposed to bring a bed over tonight for the spare bedroom. Mom and I planted a bunch of stuff in the landscaping over the weekend. I'm getting estimates for the rock in the landscaping... well they were supposed to call me yesterday.

I just know that Matt will love it. I cannot wait to make our house our home.

For my Mommy

My mom asked me the other day what the address is for my blog. I was a bit confused because I didn't know that my mom knew I had a blog or even knew what a blog was. I guess she had used my brothers laptop and found the address in the previous used addresses. She said she didn't know how to find it on any other computers.

So this one is for my mom. I love you and I appreciate everything you have done for me and for matt and I. When you are even older than you are now and even more senile than you are now I will take care of you or atleast make sure that Shelley (seester) does.

I love you Mommy!!!

Mr. Tuff Guy

People keep asking us "What are you going to do when Matt gets out of the Army?" Well its beginning to be a little annoying. People think that since the economy is shit that we will be screwed. Matt and I are both hard workers and I believe that if you are a hardworker then you will be able to make ends meet even if you have to work a shit job or two.

We had a couple of options as far as the hubby getting out of the military or easing out of the military.

1. Matt would have four years inactive duty. Which means no paycheck, no insurance, ect. This would also mean that there would be a strong possibility of him having to go back to war. The hub is a refueler and refuelers are in high demand as far as the war goes. NEXT

2. He could enlist in 3 years with the Army Reserves. He would get a 10k sign on bonus but still be taking the chance of going to war. He would be gone one weekend a month and a couple weeks in the summer.

3. Our last option is for him to sign up for a year and a half with the reserves with no sign on bonus but be NONDEPLOYABLE. He would still be gone one weekend a month and a couple weeks in the summer.

We are going to go with #3. Deployment sucks and there is no way that I or we can put a price tag on Matt's life. He took a chance by going to war once and we have the worst luck gambling so we are not going to take another chance.

Matt was talking last night about having to turn all his crap in before he leaves Ft. Lewis. I asked what he was talking about and he told me a few things. One of which was his flac vest which reminded me of a story of when he was in Iraq.

He didn't really see a whole lot of action which he was in Iraq. (which is great) But once it was afternoon time here so it would have been night time there. We were instant messaging and he told me there were lots of loud noises and shit hitting his roof. The bad guys where outside the base and shooting stuff at them, something with scrapnal (sp?) and what not.

I told him to put his "big heavy vest" on and get under his bed. To which he replied, "If my roomate comes in here and sees me under the bed with my vest on, I'll never hear the end of it."

Its funny now but it definately wasn't then.

Not me

Is everyone obsessed with losing weight, exercising, and eating like a rabbit? It seems like everyone is unhappy with their body. I hear about it at home, work, school, and in random places like the mall or Wal-Mart.

To me, having arms as big as round as a toothpick is disguisting. Having a butt is cute and having a little extra baggage isn't always a bad thing.

I guess I have never really worried about my weight. If I gain ten pounds in the winter and lose it in the summer then so be it. If I keep it on and then put on another ten the next winter, oh well. And I'm definately not gonna worry about losing any now. If I get prego, I'm gonna gain weight anyway.

I feel just fine the way I am. I also feel very lucky to have a man that loves me just the way I am. He thinks I am sexy and that's all that matters.

Home Sweet Home

I'm back from visiting my hubby. We had a wonderful time. The Mariniers game was... eh well its the Mariniers. Far from the Cardinals or Busch Stadium. I got a new pink Sony Vaio laptop. Its very exciting and I can't wait to get it all just how I want it (music and whatnot).

Matt signed all the paperwork for the house while I was out there and I closed the deal yesterday. I now have the keys to our very own house. Now all that is missing is my hubby. We can hardly wait for him to get home and start living the dream.

I have a lot stuff I need to get for the house but I think I'm just gonna get a little here and a little there. I don't plan on moving to our home till my hubby gets home. So this way I have two months to get everything ready for US.

Blog Stalking

Well I've had 250 profile views now so I guess that makes me a pretty big deal... jk. I added some new blogs to follow to ease my boredom at work. So if you see me following you that is why. I only have three followers so that makes me feel a little lame. But this really isn't for anyone else anyway. It's for me.

Here are a few random things that have been going on:

The house thing is still not final. We were supposed to close on Friday. Now God only knows when that will happen.

I have become addicted to talkaboutham.com. It is the stupidest crap possibly on all of the Internet and 90% of the people that post things on there are just trying to be mean and pick fights but I read the garbage.

I'm going to Washington to see my husband next weekend and I am very ready for a break from everything. And besides I miss him.

Matt and I think we want a kid by next summer. We have names picked out. And no I'm not telling. Hehe

Grandma went home. She wants to die at home and not in some pee smelling nursing home.

I'm done with school until June 8th. I got an A on every paper I wrote. I'm not sure what I got on my final but I really don't see how I could get less than an A in the class. What can I say, I may have been born to go to school at LLC.

75 days untill Matt ETS's. And by the way, ETS is my favorite army acronym.

Still sick of my 2nd job and all the crap that goes along with it, except the extra cash.

Anywho, that's about all I've got.

The first blog assignment that I have taken on!

Christina's (I would link her but I don't know how yet) assignment thinger:
Do you have 5 random things that are good? Leave out the buts, althoughs, and howevers and comment or blog about them. We all have so much to be happy and grateful about... let's share a smile.

1. Naps are definately good!
2. My husband is the best!
3. My dog is the best!
4. Common sense is good.
5. I love diamonds!

Definately blog worthy

Two Sunday's ago I decided I was going to go to Tuscola and go to the Coach store. This is where I fell in love with my new purse. I have one other smaller coach purse that I like but it is just not big enough for all the supplies I need to carry around with me.

Matt says I am not allowed to buy any more purses for awhile. That's fine with me. I'm starting to be a believer in quality rather than quantity when it comes to purses.

Here is my new purse: