On our way

We made it to Missula, Montana. Ate dinner with Matt's buddy. Can't type much or Matt will get grouchy. Its bedtime. Long day tomorrow. Here are a few pictures.

Washington




Me


Matt


Coire de Alene, Idaho... when we are loaded I want to have a summer house here on top of a big mountain. Its beautiful.

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!!!

Happy Birthday Ozzy!!!

Tomorrow my little boy turns 7. Ozzy is one of the best friends I have ever had. (Its ok if you think I'm nuts cause I probably am a little.) To read a paper I wrote about Ozzy for school click here.

Tomorrow Ozzy will be showered with hugs and kisses. We may just have to take a nap together. And he will get to go to our new house again and chase some birds.

I'm going to get Ozzy a new toy, some bones, and a new bed for our new house.

Happy Birthday Oz!!!

They don't make staplers how they used to.

I have taken on Mama Kat's writing assignment again this week.

I have chosen to write about "They don't make ____ how they used to."

They really don't make staplers how they used to. I got a new stapler at work about a month ago and I haven't had to cuss at it or throw it in the trash yet. Before this stapler I had three staplers. One worked almost every time with three or less pages. Another worked about every other time on three to seven pages. It would also jam up multiple times a day, leading me to cuss and threaten it. Then I also have a heavy duty electric stapler that works every time for 20 or more pages. But the problem with the electric one is that it is across the room and I don't know how to put more staples in it.

Staplers these days are made from plastic. Remember the old metal staplers that worked??? I do vaguely. I think I was in third grade.

This is my new stapler. It says that it is a one finger stapler and will staple up to twenty sheets of paper. We will see. I'm not really a big fan of the green. I'd rather it be pink or purple. But so far it hasn't let me down.