off the coast and I'm headed nowhere
ASHLEY, COMMANDING OFFICER.
...has had the past three days off, and it has been glorious. Simply glorious. However, it's gone by too fast. I feel like I just got a break. Back again tomorrow. It's alright, I'm feelin' it.
So what have I done with myself, you ask? Nothing really.
Friday I got my hair "winterized" which essentially means I just got it taken back to my original color. Which is fine by me. I love being a ginger. I saw Lauren again, which is always grand. Went home, went to Insanity...which I'm still doing by the way. I know, I'm awesome. Hold your applause. Oh yeah, I did more begging and pleading with people for paperwork on this house we're purchasing. Finally got everything cleared up, and now we're just playing the waiting game on everything.
Saturday I went to Sarah's and took some 8 month shots of Colin. I loved playing in the grass and using the chalkboard. Like I was telling Ms. Linda earlier...it beats having to write "Colin, 8 months" behind every picture like they did in the old days. He's a goober and certainly growing up too fast. I'll have a bizillion kids if they're all as good as he is.
It was fun talking to Sarah about being potential neighbors, because "the house" is in her neighborhood. We talked about how we would have coordinated dinners and how our kids would play. It was all very optimistic and fabulous. I just love having things to look forward to. She's the bee's knees. I love her to pieces.
After the photo adventure I was supposed to go back to Insanity, and then a miracle occurred. Beth, the girl I normally work out with (as well as Christal) texted me and informed that instead of Insanity we were going to have pizza and beer. Hell yes. I even made a detour into Columbia to buy some cupcakes...from Cupcake, which are amazeballs. Seriously, if you're from/or around Columbia and never had you a cupy-cake from Cupcake. Shame. On. You. So anyway what was supposed to be a night of Insanity turned into hilarity, Grey's and Two and a Half Men. Basically we had a night that would have caused Shaun T to vomit. We joked a lot about how we are obviously getting old and couldn't even dream of hanging out with our undergraduate counterparts at this decrepit old age. It was great to be around people, just hanging out. So cheers to new friends, and to unfortunately not winning the lottery last night.
Today I've just kind of bummed around. I woke up at the butt crack of dawn like I always do, with every intention of running the dam. That, of course, did not happen. Instead, I sat on my love seat and attempted to teach myself to crochet. Unfortunately, the only thing I masted was a straight chain. These things come with time, right? Ms. Linda and I went out for lunch, and then, because I've become quiet crafty these days, I decided to make her a framed cork board.
This is the finished product. I kind of wish I would have taken before pictures of what the atrocity was that I covered up. I've also decided that the small bedroom in "the house" is going to be a craft room. Epic, right?
So, that's been my weekend. Pretty chill around. Wish it would last longer, but I'll take what I get.
TOMATO, THE HUBS.
...we finally got to skype this morning. It's always wonderful to see his face. It's almost like having him in front of me. I mean, it's crazy how a deployment will change everything. You learn not to take what you have for granted. Tomato, has been super supportive of this house thing even from Afghanistan.
He's almost as excited as I am. We'll have something to call ours. We still aren't getting our hopes up of course, but we're silently dreaming and praying and hoping. We're calling the house, "the house" because it's hard to refer to it as our own at this juncture. Harder for me than him anyway.
His mother has been extremely supportive of the whole endeavor, she calls almost every day to check the progress and all. It's very kind. Tomato's step-father has even offered to come look at the house and help build the privacy fence when everything is all said and done.
I just can't wait to have my husband home, and see him walk through the front door of our home, to eat the food I cooked, to help me decorate for holidays, siiiiiggghhhhh. How very domesticated of me. What have I become?
I love you Tomato. Always.
ZERO, THE DRAGON.
...loves this fall weather. It's often that he comes in from outside, after being out there for a tremendous amount of time, with a mouth full of dirt. I know he misses Tomato and can't wait to play frisbee with him. I often wonder if Zero grasps the fact that he's missing? Does he miss Tomato? Will he remember him when he gets back?
I think so.
I hope so.
Song of the Day:
Brick by Ben Folds Five
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