Moving Alone

So wonderful idea of the husband... Let's move on base!!! Better yet, how about the move take place when Brad's gone and I get to do it all alone!! Not so much fun. First of all I have found out from this experience how much most of my "friends" suck. On the day I was supposed to move I could only find two people to help me. One of my supposedly good friends never picked up the phone and from there it went downhill. It was definitely a circus. True to form up until the day I moved, it had been really good weather, lots of sun and no rain. Of course the day I move is the day it starts to randomly downpour. Add in the fact that my housing inspection wasn't until 3 in the afternoon, meant that I wasn't able to get started until about 4 pm so the first couple loads were done during rush hour. Oh yes it was a barrel of fun that's for sure. So to sum things up I am never ever moving without packers again.

Keeping Busy With Near Death Experiences

So to keep myself occupied while the hubby is gone I have decided to go hiking with friends. Sounds like a great idea, right? Well sorta. Yesterday we attempted to hike to Cool Cave. (Yes that is the name of it) Well we end up leaving late so that already gives us a limited amount of time and we have really no clue where this cave is other than a generalized description. (Two boulders on the ground at the base of the cliff) Well after a little while I make the joke that we'll find it on the way back and low and behold that's exactly what happens. So now we're going back on Sunday morning to attempt this again. Other hiking experiences to keep busy usually include sliding down cliff sides and almost getting heat stroke due to running out of water. I've also managed to lose my keys to my house, truck, and mailbox all at once. So I'm definitely looking forward to what new adventures I'm going to have soon!

Irrational Fears

So a little more background info before this can be told. For the longest time I have been afraid of two diseases... Marburg and Ebola. I have read a few books about the subject and they scare the crap out of me. So onward with the story.

My husband called me a little while ago and was nice enough to inform me he's in Africa. Okay most wives would worry about the fighting in the country, malaria and other random diseases. First thought in my mind was Ebola. So for the whole conversation all I can think of is how my husband is going to contract this virus. Fast forward to the night time and the nightmares begin. I was dreaming of my husband getting Ebola and having no one to help him. Welcome to my world. Well that's all on the super killer disease.

The BBQ Files

So there is one thing a woman should never, ever do. That my friends is BBQ. My husband is the king of BBQ. I, however, am not. Let me backup and explain.

I decided to have a BBQ. The last one at our apartment since we're going to be moving into base housing. So I invite a couple people over and get ready. First crisis begins with the marinade. I have no idea how to marinade. So I winged it. Second problem arises when everyone is late and then it's just boring because besides Amanda the other three people there are my husbands friends. So off to a horrible start. Then I BBQ. I think hell would be cooler than standing in front of a charcol grill. Well the night ends with me "sucking" because I don't stay up late and 2230 is late for me. So all in all I have decided that this is just one of those things that I am not good at because a BBQ that you host has to be done as a couple not with just one of you. I just wish I could stop treading water and finally reach shore.

The Crying Game

So I have realized what it's going to be like when I'm pregnant, at least emotionally. Now I am the type of person that normally does not cry. Well since Brad left, the littlest thing will set me off. I cannot go through a whole television episode usually without crying about something. In my husband's infinite wisdom he suggested that I start watching Army Wives. I balled through every episode, but it's a good show. Not to mention just walking through the NEX can inspire a crying fit by association. The hard part is trying not to cry when the husband calls. One thing I learned is that so matter what everything is okay when the husband calls. No matter what I am fine, I miss him I love him but I'm muddling through. Hey I think that's the best term of how I deal with a deployment. I muddle through it!