I read this one summer during my “college years”… I can’t remember which year though. I remember it, because the first book I’ve ever read from her was Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing. A kid’s book. This was not a kid’s book though.

The story follows the life of bored 1970’s New Jersey housewife, Sandy Pressman, who decides to reinvigorate her life by having an affair with an old high school boyfriend. Life gets complicated when she accidentally discovers her husband might be having a long-term affair himself.

For some reason, this book popped into my head today. (One of my biggest regrets is losing my library collection I had in North Carolina. I had so many books!)

I had to pick up my glasses today at the PX-mall. It’s actually kind of nice there, there’s a few shops and a food court in the same building as the main PX.

I saw a red cocktail dress and a pastel lace baby-doll dress; one thing I do love about the PX is that they have most of the designer brand clothes that I love, and the best is there’s no tax! (I was very tempted to get a Coach handbag that was $200, but decided against it, as most of the stuff I buy I end up donating to Goodwill with the price tag still on it!) I think I might have an addiction, actually.

I had to go there to pick up my glasses since my hubby is always forgetting to get it after work. He also forgets his lunch all the time too, so last night I put his lunch bag in the fridge with his lunch.

He had his weekly football game today, but I didn’t feel like going to watch him play — I hate the Georgia heat and humidity. Last week was the first game, and his team won; this week his team lost (8-9). They even have team shirts and all… an orange shirt, with a weird looking lizard design on it.

We were invited to a children’s birthday party tomorrow, from the Greek CPT. I went shopping for a sun-dress to wear tomorrow, and ended up with two dresses and a shirt too. I also got a darling little girl’s dress set for the birthday girl.

I came home and did not feel like making dinner. I was mad that the mister is such a slob. Every day, I clean up crumbs, the mess in the bathroom, pick up his dirty boxers; laundry, laundry, dishes, and more laundry. Men are so gross. Thank God for the convenience and laziness of appliances for the dishes and laundry!

I sat on my lovely sofa. I got up, and lay across the loveseat that no one ever sits in. I flopped on to the oversized chair, and dangled my legs on the equally oversized ottoman — such a melodramatic drama queen!

I felt very bored. The housewife life is not for me. I remembered the book Wifey. I can see why suburban housewives cheat. Stuck home all day while their husband is at work. It’s a very boring, mundane life.

Today, I did something I haven’t done since I was 12… I tried to stand on my hands, using the side of the bed to balance me… I think I broke my back.


The Captain had briefings all morning, reintegration after deployment — they teach you useful stuff like rape is bad.

So in my last post, I wrote about cold feet. I asked him, does he feel anxious? He said he does, but that no one is really ready for this kind of stuff. Ha, that’s exactly how I feel! I love that we think the same way about it. And honestly, why should people feel bad about feeling a bit hesitant about huge life events like this anyway? Communication really is key, as cliché as that sounds. After all, it’s now 70° outside, and my feet are warm!

My mom-in-law sent me a text the other day about the mister’s grandpa, he’s in the hospital because of heart problems (the man is like 90 years old). Our engagement party is in 3 weeks, and I would hate for a tragic event to happen. When Shari passed away, it was the week of Christmas, and all I felt was immense guilt if I wasn’t absolutely miserable, especially during the holidays. His mom had told him the same thing, and I love her so much for being such a great mom-in-law; she’s done so much for us, like giving us this ridiculous party (I thought we were going to have a BBQ in his parents’ backyard or something!).

Everyone knows about the typical “monster-in-law”, but I don’t think enough credit is given for the mom-in-law. It’s wayyyyy better than the average mother-in-law. Like, my mom-in-law is AMAZING. She has even helped us pay for the wedding (although, to be fair, we wanted like 50 guests, not 125 guests!)… his whole family is kind of awesome, actually.

I had called my best bud ever, Ed; and the crazy part is Ed and my guy are so much alike, I told him about my cold feet. As always, the sensible Ed came to the rescue, he reminded me about how I felt last summer when meeting the mister’s family. So, rewind a bit, we got engaged during his deployment (which kind of sucked because we didn’t really have an “engagement” since he was in Afghanistan, but he totally made it up to me by letting me pick out my ring — no joke, I walked into Kay Jewelers and chose my own ring; if I had to put a price on his love, he loves me $6,000 worth, ha!)… one of the things that my guy said to me last summer when we were talking marriage was that I had to meet his family if we were going to get married.

I think a lot of women feel the same way about meeting the family for the first time. You kind of feel like you’re in the hot seat waiting to be judged. I was also anxious because basically his whole family graduated from Notre Dame, his dad is a pediatrician, his brother is a scientist, he has an uncle who’s a Delta pilot — I felt like I was even downgrading my own accomplishments because I’m the daughter of immigrant parents, and I was dating the all-American son, from the all-American family.

I bring this up because Ed reminded me why he is a great guy and it’s just the usual cold feet and nothing more — when I told all of these things to Ed, he said, But remember last summer when you asked him what if his family didn’t like you?

See, I was absolutely convinced his mother would hate me, so I said to him, What if your mother hates me!? … He said, “So what? I’m not taking dating advice from my mom.” It was then that I knew he is a great guy.

So we’re still trying to find a wedding song. I’m a huge Elton John fan, I love all his songs; recently I found out that his song Daniel has a cover version from Wilson Phillips… I actually listened to it on repeat because it reminded me of my guy while he was deployed. I Wikipedia the song, and learned that it’s about a guy from Texas who comes back from Vietnam and everyone hails him as a hero, but he just wants to go back to his normal life in his small little farm… someone hand me the kleenex, please!

It’s natural to have cold feet. Like I said, is anyone ever really ready for this stuff? But you know it’s the right one if you can talk about this directly with the person and feel better afterwards. I’m literally marking off the days on the calendar, only 102 more days to go… but who’s counting … ♡

Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane
I can see the red tail lights
Oh, I can see Daniel waving goodbye
God it looks like Daniel,
must be the clouds in my eyes … ♡


The mister text me super early this morning. For some odd reason I went to sleep around midnight and woke up around 3AM. Why???

He told me they’re flying to their FOB today, and they took some rocket hits in Baghran, but thankfully no one got hurt.

I try to text his mom with updates because he usually spends his free time just texting me instead. They were stuck in Kuwait for a few days because the heat was so bad that their flight was cancelled due to the plane being too hot, making it too heavy to fly.

The guys had left last week, and it was also the day that I got my essay results for my license. Sometimes I feel bad when I send his mom updates because I don’t want his family to feel ignored by him or second place, but I think they would rather know what’s going on with him over there than had no update at all about him.

Every day he sends me a text to tell me that he loves me and misses me. He’s definitely my motivator when I get out of bed at 05:30, and leave the house at 06:20, just to get to work around 07:30… ugh, I haven’t done an hour commute for work since I worked in NYC! I only signed a one year contract with the school district, and we’re preparing for Georgia next summer. (I’ve never been to the peach state before!) ♡

The Bracelet

So I wrote very briefly about the bracelet in a previous post.

For my birthday, I told my guy I wanted a bracelet. I figured, why not? He’s a guy. He wouldn’t know what to get me anyway. Sweet guy that he is, he got me the bracelet I wanted… only, it was very flimsy looking compared to the picture online. So I returned it. (Well, I had him return it, actually.)

While we were at the mall, the first store you see as you’re entering is Helzberg Diamonds. He says, Do you want to find a bracelet in there? (I love him so much, he spoils me!) I got a bracelet there, but I felt bad though because I felt it was way too overpriced, and it wasn’t something that I could wear every day either… I also found a similar bracelet online for like $115 (the one at Helzberg was like $350).

I made the poor guy return that bracelet too. Only, he said he didn’t want to because then the salesperson would think he was making me return it because he was being cheap — so I said fine, let’s go to another mall (there was one in the opposite direction, about twenty minutes away). I felt kind of stupid having to lie to the salesperson when I returned it, I mean, can’t you just return something if you don’t want it anymore? (This is why I prefer online shopping!)

When we got back to the hotel, my very awesome guy ordered the new bracelet that I wanted online. That bracelet came in about a week… I wore it for about two weeks and decided I didn’t like it after all. It’s a nice bracelet, but it’s not something that you can wear everyday. I wanted something more simple. So I returned that bracelet too.

So… a month after my birthday, this is the final bracelet that I settled on. I love it. (It’s an infinity bracelet.) ♡