Murphy's Law

I never believed in Murphy's Law until this deployment. This morning I woke up, took my new puppy out (yes I got a puppy for my husband as a coming home present), and when I got back in the house the poor thing started vomiting all over the floor. So of course it was time to go to the vet. Well over $150 later, the puppy has medicine and I can go home and relax. Then I find out that to fix the damamge done to the truck is going to be $2800. I think that if it could go wrong, it definitely has. Have I mentioned I haven't told my husband that my dd backed into a pole? Waiting for a phone call to tell him, or at least that's what I'm telling myself. I'm not looking forward to that conversation. Well that's the newest happenings in the House of Id!

Getting Closer

So I don't have much experience at this whole Navy wife whose husband is deployed thing, but now that the homecoming date is getting closer I'm starting to get nervous. I mean my hubby has been gone soooooo long and now I'm starting to get a little freaked. I mean how in the hell are you supposed to pick up after 7 + months of being apart like everything's okay? God do I miss him though. I think I am beginning to slowly lose my mind. Although that would probably shock my neighboors if I started walking around the neighboorhood in a bathrobe! I have also found that telling your friends that you're going to have to dig the hole deeper if the body is going to fit while gardening is not smart while other people are around. I can already hear the rumors already... "You know that woman in Unit 21? Well I heard that she killed a busload of small children and kittens and is burying them in her garden!" Ahhhh I actually would probably piss myself laughing if the MA's actually showed up at my door. But back to the important subject, my hubby getting back. I mean it's bad enough he's been gone, but he's already told me that he's going to be extremely busy. So is there going to even be any time to spend with me? I keep going ack and forth on what to expect. I'm the eternal optimist and have visions of flowers and whispered sweet nothings but I don't want to get my hopes up. And don't get me started on sex! I love my husband I love sex with my husband but dear God after seven months it's kinda almost losing my virginity all over again. Crap I just wish something could be different about how the military works. At least it would help if it was a little less stressful. I don't know how something so happy and exciting can be oh so scary at the same time.

Time

So I'm 23. Not that old, not that young. In the grand scheme of things 5 months is a relatively short time. Well it sure doesn't feel like it. Since Brad left I feel like years and years have crawled by and I just sat there waiting. What's weird is at the same time it feels like just yesterday I was dropping him off at the compound then driving home balling my eyes out. I don't think most people can go through what us wives do. I have friends who sit around and say how lucky I am to not have Brad at home all the time and that they wish their husbands would join so they could get them out of the house. I'm thankful for these friends because they have taught me exactly how much self control I have because I haven't reached out and slapped them... yet.

So Brad and I were emailing earlier and I want to know why I always end up playing the game alphabet soup. I swear I cringe at even three letter words now. The fun this that I probably shouldn't do is make up my own meanings for them....MAC...My Ass Cringes (Master @ Arms Chief)... OHA.... Overly Hateful American (Overseas Housing Allowance). I think you get the idea. Unfortunately there are so many of these I could go on for days. I've almost given up and have found that sometimes it's easier to just smile and nod instead of ask for a definition, which then turns into a 30 minute explanation of exactly what that is and how it works. Oh well, at least everythings SNAFU.

Moved In

Well I'm moved in. I now am learning a new way of life... base life. My neighboors are, how should I put this, interesting. I'm suprised that none of them have started to bother me, but then again I am the weird one. It probably doesn't help that I'm in married housing and there has been no husband running around. I've noticed a lot of moving blinds and sly looks. Others just blatantly stare. I bet the gossip mills are running off the hook. On a brighter note the house is set up and now I'm just waiting for my new furniture. Well that's all that has been going on.