On a Facebook post I saw this really cool concept. Get a mason jar or something and write down on a piece of paper every good thing that happened throughout the year — it finally gives me something to do with all those pickle jars that I have — basically you’re collecting happy moments in your pickle jar.
I had a lot of happy moments this weekend, even though today is a bit sad because it’s Shari’s birthday and I’ve missed her so much since her passing last month… but, I filed my taxes (I think I’m one of the few people who actually like doing their taxes because of the refund); and I know that at least some of my invitations made it through the US postal service. (I was worried about the postage… how embarrassing would it be if my recipients had to go pick up their invitations at their local post office and paid the balance for insufficient postage — is there a rock that I can crawl under and just die?)
My MIL text me today to tell me that she reserved a restaurant in March for our engagement party that she’s hosting for us. She’s so sweet (but secretly, I think she loves doing stuff like this — you know, planning events, hosting, having parties)… I’m the same way myself, I guess we both want to be party planners, ha! I fear though, she’s a bit too conservative for me.
I talked with the mister this morning, which always makes me happy. They are packing up their stuff and ready to come home in about a month. They had to cancel a few range stuff though because of the snow and bad weather. They took IDF in the nearby Afghan base a few days ago that woke him up while he was napping… he’s such a clown sometimes. He’s been doing nothing but hitting the gym for crazy hours in the day, his arms are probably the size of my thighs by now, ha!
I’ve missed him so much. I can’t wait for him to come home.
The mister called. I’m not sure if it was because he missed me or if he thought he might get injured or killed today… they took IDF hits today. About 3 rockets coming from somewhere in the mountains, landing about a couple of hundred meters from their building. I won’t hear from him for 10-20 days while they’re doing whatever it is they’re doing over there — advising the Afghan army??? I mean, the coalition forces are gone, and anyone over there now is only on as “advisors”, right?
I couldn’t log on to Hulu. The subscription was put on hold… apparently someone stole his credit card information and bought over $500 worth of stuff at a Home Depot in NY. He got an alert from his credit card company about the charges, and called his credit card company on his phone to find out what was going on — I hate to think what that call cost! I’m thinking that this probably happened when he was buying his Afghan rug for a few hundred bucks! Don’t be fooled… just because they walk around with goats and live in tents doesn’t mean they’re not digitally savvy — how else do you explain all them IEDs that they rig up by pressing a button on their cell phone!?
He said that the thief tried out the card at a vending machine for $1 to see if it worked before going crazy at Home Depot… definitely a man, I mean, what woman would spend that kind of money at a store like that??? Besides, Home Depot is probably the place to shop if you’re wanting to build a home-made bomb with money that you stole out of a deployed officer’s credit card — without ever even having to go through their wallet!
It’s crazy. Before you used to have to worry about walking down a dark alley with your wallet… now people can rob you without even getting out of bed and in their underwear!
The mister called today while I was at work, very unusual as he knows that I’m at work… I answered because I hardly get to talk with him. I figured it must be important. He called because he had a bad day.
His men were firing mortars today, and some Afghan nomads are claiming that their mortars burned down their tents and killed a goat (or goats???)… he’s stressed out about it because now there will be an investigation. The men think that the Afghans set their own tents on fire just so they could get compensation from the military. It’s hard to prove or disprove because the Army isn’t going to send CID to investigate on a goat. It could definitely be worse, they could be claiming civilian casualties or injuries.
I told him it’ll be a better day tomorrow. I’m sure it’s not the first time that occupied people are claiming dead goats via military fires. I told him to be careful for what he wished for… he wanted to get on this deployment roster.
I haven’t heard from the mister in a week. Yesterday, after we came back from dinner I fell asleep… I had the dryer running for 10 hours! The weekends are my time to catch up on sleeping because I never get enough sleep during the week days.
At midnight, I hear the Skype ring on my phone. (Thank God, and Microsoft, for Skype!) I was so happy I didn’t miss his call. It was about 9AM in Afghanistan, and he had to go PT soon. We talked about my new school, how much I hate the commute, my neighbor Frank, the kids in my class… and the usual I love you and I miss you like 10x back and forth to each other.
I’ve been sleeping with my elephant ever since he’s left. I wanted to tell him to watch Better Late Than Never, it’s hilarious.
Front page of local paper! ☆☆☆
♡ He’s a great guy. I love him. ♡
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This was on my front porch today when I went home during lunch. He’s such a great guy. I miss him. ♡
For some reason, this made me think of when I asked him what gay guys send each other. Like, guys send girls flowers, and I do believe that even in a gay or lesbian relationship there is a masculine and feminine role — he said gay guys probably send each other steaks. Hahaha.
He’s so sweet. He basically looted the pharmacy getting me all sorts of remedies to help with my aches and pains, and so that I can finally get some sleep. ♡
Came home and found this huge purple box on my front porch from 1-800Flowers.com — he remembered (what a great guy!).
I’ve had flowers delivered to me from a florist before, but I’ve never had any shipped to me from a retailer… it’s a huge bouquet. (How are the flowers not dead, they were shipped in a vase with no water?!) They’re beautiful, I love them.
Happy Valentine’s Day. ♡
Thanks to three great guys for a special week… but especially to the Intel Captain. ♡
I had received flowers from Ed and Jaime for my birthday, and I was hoping each time it was from the Intel Captain (even though both times I knew it wasn’t though), but the third flower delivery I had hoped… and I held my breath, and my heart skipped a beat as I opened the card — it was from my Captain. ♡
Ed’s flowers came first (I knew they were from him because it was yellow roses in a smiley mug), and then Jaime’s (red carnations)… I told Jaime the Captain didn’t send me any flowers for my birthday. Jaime’s great to talk to because our time-zone makes it possible for when I can’t sleep (he’s stationed in Okinawa).
How do you know?
Because he calls you every night. Any guy that talks to a girl every day is sending her flowers for her birthday. That’s just a fact.
But he doesn’t know my address! He didn’t ask me for it.
So according to Jaime, I guess that’s how I would know if the Captain actually liked me or not… he would “secret squirrel” that shit. After all, that’s supposed to be his MOS, right? He’s supposed to know how to do things like find an address to send flowers to a girl, without asking her for one… so I went to sleep hoping that the Captain was good at his job and knew how to be a squirrel — I mean, don’t you want a competent officer in charge of soldiers?
I woke up and found out that the Mets are going to the NLS against the Cubs, so already it was a great day (#2015WorldSeries)… and during 3rd period, my phone rings three times.
The first time was the guidance counselor asking for a student. The second time it was the librarian asking for the same student. The third time… it was the office telling me I had flowers. I waited until I got to my desk before I looked at the card. ♡
There’s that infamous dimple of mine!