Wifey

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.

On Being a Housewife

Maybe being a housewife was the goal of women back in the day, but it’s super lame now.

I crochet all day. Watch TV. Go grocery shopping… occassionally run some errands, like changing my license, scheduling a dental appointment. Trying to figure out all the TriCare stuff because I want to see civilian doctors and not go on base.

Funny, when I was in my twenties, I wanted to marry a successful guy so I could be a housewife — now that I’m in my thirties, I rather be the successful one and not stay home all day. Staying home is lame, and I’ve got writer’s block, so I can’t even write any articles or finish my book (which is still due in November). I’m waiting for school to start because at least then I’ll have something to do and wake up for in the morning.

I basically wait for my husband to come home every day. How boring.

I am thankful for my husband, who loves us so much. He wakes up super early in the morning and works so hard for us, to provide for his family. He is the best husband and father. ♡

Family Guy

I love this photo of us.

Every woman wants a man to feel safe with; my guy is the best protector and provider for our little family, and we love him so much for it.

We are so proud of him for so many reasons: Bronze Star Medal for Afghanistan, LRS, Ranger School, Air Assault School, Airborne School (2 jumps away from qualifying for Jump Master…); getting his MBA, his EIB on the first try… the list is endless. He does so much for his country, the Army, his career — but especially for me. ♡

I never felt I needed a man to support me, as I’ve always pride myself on my independence; but do feel sometimes I need a protector, and I love having a man that I feel so safe and protected with. I seriously get so anxious when he’s away from home because I need a man in the house! (And because he fixes everything, gets all the stuff on the top shelves… and those annoying jars that just won’t open.)

I am so thankful to God for such a great man for a husband and father. ♡ — and because I know any children we have won’t end up being short, ha!

#FlashbackFridays

Patriot ☆

I am so proud of my husband — the Army called us while we were on our honeymoon to tell him that he is receiving a Bronze Star for Afghanistan. ☆☆☆

I love that I’m married to a grunt. Most civilians think every person in a military uniform is on a battlefield, that’s a huge misconception; actually most service members are never in direct action and are instead garrison on big bases while deployed — so extra love to all the infantrymen out there doing the dirty grunt load!

Shout-out to the best matron-of-honor ever (and also the baddest female Marine there is — combat instructor, Marine SOI, she’s a big deal). She is the ideal female Marine, and sets the standard for all others. ♡

Surviving a Deployment from the Sidelines

He had came out of Ranger School and was recruited to a LRS Company; a week after he finished Air Assault School, he had an opportunity to go with the next batch of guys deploying to Afghanistan, so he took it. It was good for his career.

Going through a deployment is the ultimate test in a military relationship. Find out what it’s like waiting for him to come home, on my Odyssey article:

Surviving a Deployment from the Sidelines

Happy Anniversary to Me ♡

*Update: Just wanted to share my anniversary flowers with my readers — it’s been two weeks since I’ve received them, and they are still alive! They still smell fragrant and look beautiful — I’ve received lots of flowers before, but these are definitely the longest lasting ones I’ve ever gotten! ♡

It’s been TWO WEEKS and they still look absolutely beautiful (they’re my anniversary flowers from the last week of March). ♡

In my maddening day yesterday (consisting of me fighting with WordPress over $26 — and typing in CAPLOCKS… I don’t even want to get into it…) — I had a happy moment in my gloomy day. My anniversary was a few days ago, and my flowers came in the afternoon. ♡

When I got them out of the box yesterday afternoon (it’s almost 2AM right now)… excuse my messy table!

My favorite — a sunflower mixed bouquet. (I was hoping for sunflowers as my wedding flowers, but since my mom-in-law is buying the flowers, we are going with traditional red roses) — I could tell her that she would save a lot of money on sunflowers instead of roses… but she’d probably say something like yellow doesn’t match any of my wedding colors.

They are on my bookcase now (I’m lying in bed, typing this on my Samsung Note with one finger), and the bouquet smells lovely. When I wake up in the morning, the sunflowers will have opened up more, and they will look beautiful. (I will update with a picture!) My daughter calls me the “sunflower queen”, ha!

I love sunflowers, but a lot of people are disappointed by them as cut flowers. I always see bad reviews for them — and I can only conclude that most women aren’t used to getting flowers from a commerical florist, or the only flowers they’ve ever gotten are from the buckets at the local supermarket by the checkout aisles. I, the so-named “sunflower queen”, need to defend my namesake.

The flowers in the dirty water buckets at Walmart and grocery stores die the next day and have no scent. Fresh cut flowers smells lovely, they are very fragrant. Commercial florists and suppliers ship cut flowers while they are still budding, that way the customers gets the maximum time out of the blooms.

I get so irritated when I see someone write a bad review about my favorite flowers, because they usually complain that they’ve received “wilted” or “dying” flowers — I supposed if you never grew flowers or aren’t used to getting flowers from an actual florist, they might look like that, especially with sunflowers… but I grow them every summer, and florists cut them when the petals are still closed around the head, because once they open they usually die in about a week, so you definitely don’t want sunflowers given to you that are already fully bloomed, because that means it’ll probably be dead by the morning!

I knew my guy was the one when he sent me sunflowers last MarchValentine’s Day had passed, and I had gotten a lot of flowers, but no one had ever gotten my favorite (including him, who got me this ridiculously humongous bouquet of red roses, the first time any guy ever had flowers shipped to me instead of delivered, ha!) — later he told me he saw a picture of my sunflowers on my blog, so he took a shot. He’s the only guy to get it right (and to think, all those men could have saved hundreds of dollars if they had gotten sunflowers instead of roses).

Even though my flowers arrived after our anniversary, I’m actually happy they came when they did because the day was kind of in the toilet. Thanks for my beautiful bouquet, hubby! ♡

(I also finally finished our birdcage cardholder for our wedding — I am quite crafty, if I do say so myself… and I do say so!) — red roses and sunflowers, ha!

Happy anniversary to me. ♡

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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 … ♡