Confessions of a Bored Housewife

While my husband is gone, I decided to tap into my inner Superwoman persona — I assembled a bookcase, a shoe rack, a metal bath tier rack that I decided to put in the sun room and use for my plants… and then I got to the curio.

One of my father-in-law’s doctor colleagues bought us a curio cabinet from our wedding registry. It’s very lovely (and solid wood). Danny didn’t assemble it before he left for Texas, but it was starting to nag me just leaning up against the wall, still in its humongous box, so I decided to assemble it. Over three hours later, I gave up and decided to wait for my husband to come home and fix it instead. I did get most of it done, but the doors require two people to help assemble; I also put two of the shelves in the wrong way, wasn’t able to tighten some of the screws (and some of the screws went in crooked instead of straight, and the edge of the glass chipped a bit on one of the sides — it’s not noticeable, but I noticed it because I assembled it, but it’s so superficial that I’m not even going to contact the manufacturer for a replacement part. At around 11:30p.m. I gave up and put the doors in the closet so they’ll be out of the way and safe from damage.

My dining set will arrive on Monday, and we got a washer and dryer (hooray!); my new vacuum also shipped. Now we just need a living room set… and something for the sunroom, which I decided to make into my “sewing room” (mostly for my crafts and crocheting). I think my husband is so wonderful to basically let me have all the say in the home space, he’s definitely very accommodating.

I am upset that we forgot my kitchen utensils in one of my drawers while we were packing, and they were accidentally left behind. Very upsetting since they aren’t even a year old yet and because I can’t cook without them! I hate having to buy a new set especially since that one was over $50.

We got mostly money from our guests at our wedding, but some bought us things from our registry. (I am still waiting for my flatware to ship, those will be my fancy flatware… it’ll go with my fancy plates that I’ll use only during the holidays, ha!) Since I don’t have any of my cooking utensils, we have been eating out every day (or eating Cup O’Noodles… it’s like college all over again), so I have not been grocery shopping, and am a bit depress waiting for the furniture because of all the empty space.

My anxiety went through the roof on Saturday and I spent most of the day crying. I was very emotional and thought perhaps I was ovulating. My baby app predicted this week to be my fertile week, so we shall see in two weeks whether or not the stork is bringing us a baby!

I told Danny I wanted to go home (New York City) for the summer, and he said okay. I have the best husband in the world. Pinch me, I’m dreaming — I can’t believe it!

Happy First Father’s Day ♡

My husband had his first Father’s Day today… I spent all day yesterday crying and having a meltdown… and then went on some crazy shopping spree buying mostly junk to calm myself down.

I forgot it was Father’s Day today, and rolled out of bed at about 10a.m., and by the time I showered and crawled back to bed, it was almost 11 — my daughter was disappointed that she wasn’t able to use her Father’s Day McDonald’s breakfast coupon. (I only remembered after seeing the presents I bought last month on the kitchen counter.)

I quietly went into my daughter’s room and shut the door and told her today was Father’s Day, but it was too late for her to use her coupon to take daddy to breakfast. Since we had such a crazy busy few weeks (our wedding, honeymoon, relocating… now waiting for the rest of Danny’s furniture and buying new furniture) — I’m disappointed that my husband’s first Father’s Day wasn’t better for him. (He spent most of it doing homework for his MBA — I spent most of it sleeping.)

We didn’t even get him a card, and I was too lazy to make him a card (I’m quite a card-making expert, if I do say so myself), so I had my daughter draw him a Father’s Day picture on her art easel (which she calls her “big X” because the legs on the easel look like a big X to her). Thankfully I like to do things ASAP, so I had at least gotten him presents in May for the occassion.

He has to go back to Texas to move out of his apartment, so we are dropping him off at the airport tomorrow. His furniture will arrive by the end of the week, and he bought me the dining set I wanted today; we looked at living room sets also, and once we buy a living room set we’ll be complete. (We still need a washer and dryer too… it’s been so crazy, it’s hard to believe it’s only been three days at our new home.)

A most happiest first Father’s Day to my wonderful husband. We love him so much. He goes broke spending all his money on us, and we are spoiled rotten by him. He does everything he can to make us happy. We are so grateful to God for such an amazing man. ♡

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. ♡

The Daniel Brewer/Danielle Trudeau Stalker(s)

I had a very disturbing experience in February from someone who is mentally/emotionally unstable, and the whole experience has left me bewildered. Since then, I’ve received fake friend requests, phone calls, and recently had the annoyance of having to request a new Amex card because my old one was compromised.

This person, Danielle Trudeau, was an enlisted soldier stationed at Fort Hood, Texas. She had actually sent me a friend request around October of last year, and then cancelled the request… but it gets even more creepy. She contacted me on February 21st, and for about eight hours harassed me. I believe her initial intentions was because she was jealous of me and wanted me to know of her existence.

She stated that she is the “fianceé” of my ex, Daniel Brewer. (This person reminded me of Glenn Close’s character from Fatal Attraction!) She was unhinged and went on some crazy rampage about how much sex they have, sucking his dick, he loves her tits and ass, she’s the best thing to happen to him, and her “pussy is the bomb” (I’ve nicknamed her the bomb-pussy-psycho)… I actually found her very repulsive, and was surprised that someone in the military would belittle themselves like that. (I guess Army enlistment standards aren’t very high.)

This lunatic was trying in vain to convince me how happy she was, by stalking me and acting like a nut. (I think she might have possibly been convincing herself too.) The strange part was, I had not had contact with Brewer for over a year and am getting married in June.

I realized how emotionally unstable (possibly even mentally ill) she is when she started tauting me about being Asian — calling me a “chink”, “ugly Asian”, “ugly eyes” — and goes on to mock me about being a teacher (someone who never even went to college and is getting an online degree, should probably understand the irony of that… but she’s obviously too ignorant for irony).

The bizarre part was, when I realized she was obsessed with me. She claimed her “BFF” saw me at Walmart and took a picture of me. (I’m in Iowa… and if I’m to believe her, she’s admitting to having people follow me and take pictures of me.) She starts taunting me about my guy, telling me she’s seen a picture of him, saying stuff about him; and she even brought up my son… this Danielle Trudeau is a bonafide stalker in every sense of the word!

I believe she got a hold of Brewer’s phone, read old emails and text messages from me, to me, and about me; and that Brewer was complacent in her craziness. She continued with her crazy with saying something along the lines of I better hope that my principal doesn’t find out I had sex with a student (she actually tried to threaten me!) — am I surprised?

Well, Daniel Brewer actually had called my fiancé’s CO about six months after we broke up in an attempt to hurt my new relationship — you see, Brewer was a disgraced CBRN captain who lost his company command after only five months with the 181st Chemical Company, of the 48th Chemical Brigade at Fort Hood… for fraternalizing with an enlisted female soldier under his command.

Thinking about it, it doesn’t seem that far-reaching that he ended up with an uneducated lunatic who is devoted to obsessively stalking me. I actually screenshot about eight hours worth of her harassment and sent it to Brewer’s former chain-of-command in the Army.

I found out that the Army basically gave him the boot and his career was more-or-less finished with the Army after the fraternalizing charge, but as chance would have it, he found a job with his home-state of Virginia. (The Army was very helpful when they saw the screenshots in providing me with info to put a stop to her lunacy.)

They suggested that I go to my local authorities, since they were both out of the Army and there wasn’t anything that the Army could do anymore. This Danielle Trudeau was a unit supply Specialist — which basically means she made copies at the copy machine — but was instead trying to present herself as some elite warrior… she’s never even been deployed, even as a paper copier!

I took the advice of the Colonel and went to my local authorities. I pulled out my phone and let the police officer read the messages. He was shocked. The police officer even said, This was a soldier? She wouldn’t have gotten into the Marines! (The officer was clearly a Marine vet… and I agree, the Army takes all sorts of Marine rejects.)

Unfortunately, because she is out-of-state, the officer was limited to what he could do. But he did suggest I contact Brewer’s employer — the Virginia Department of Emergency Management. I sent three people a detailed email outlining the madness of all of this when the whole incident with my Amex card happened.

Beware of who you date. Something always told me there was something off with Daniel Brewer, and now he has convinced some nut named Danielle Trudeau to harass and disrupt my life… possibly because he knows my guy would body slam him like a journalist from The Guardian. (At 5’6″, Brewer has a very severe Napoleon-complex.)

I had written off the crazies in February, focusing on my upcoming wedding… when the peculiar incident happened with my Amex card recently. This is a mentally unstable person.

If you are in a similar situation, there are things you can do to stop this kind of nonsense. People like this are piss-yellow and hide behind a phone to do their crazy deeds, because they know they’d get a beat-down in person otherwise! The most important thing you can do is save messages and document all the lunacy; even the police officer was surprised those two nuts were in the Army — what do you expect from Army rejects like that though?

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!

I made the card design myself… it’s on white cardstock, with Edwardian Script, and says “Thank You” and “Mr. & Mrs.” entwined with the swirls and branches. (Our theme is lovebirds.) ♡ The bottom is burlap with decorative beads hot-glued to the edging, and I glued the sunflowers on the burlap, with the roses twisted onto the bar of the birdcage on floral wires stems… and the nests that I ordered …

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 … ♡