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1001 days ago
In case you haven't noticed, I haven't exactly used this blog in a long time. I've become a MySpace addict and spend my time blogging there. My account is private, so if you're interested in what I have to say, just request to be my friend and we'll go from there! Have a good one!
1178 days ago
As my brother-in-law gracefully pointed out to me two weekends ago, I haven’t blogged for quite awhile. Oops. While I try not to make excuses, I can hardly say the last month has been slow or dull for me. I’m still making so many adjustments to my new life, and I’m not entirely sure what that really entails yet. My job is going well, but with far more chaos and disorganization than I idealistically imagined. I still love coming home to Harold my fish and my quaint little apartment, and it’s getting more character every day (in a good way, that is...). The emotional adjustment process is the slowest, but I don’t think it should be otherwise. Jon made it to his first destination (FYI—he’s not still en route over the Atlantic, David) and I feel really lucky with how much we get to communicate. But wow, it’s just not the same and I miss him terribly. Something about my semi-delirious state at 4 a.m. isn’t real conducive for a good ‘ole heart-to-heart. It’s ...
1216 days ago
I have a theory. Even though it’s not published in any manual or official training guide, I believe a bit more every day that the military has this tricky little plan to not only send our loved ones to strange and not-always-so-safe places, but also toy with our heartstrings in slightly cruel and unusual ways. About two weeks ago, Jon and I found out his trip to the giant Middle Eastern sandbox was going to come a few days earlier than expected, so we began trying to prepare for all that was ahead. Now, over a week after he was supposed to leave and at least four goodbye “attempts” later, I’m still not quite sure if I’ve said my last stateside goodbye for the next year. (Supposedly he’s on a plane crossing the Atlantic right now, but I won’t believe it until I hear from him on the other side!) How can such a large and powerful force run with seemingly so little organization? That’s one thing I’m pretty sure I’ll never understand, but as my dad says, that’s the ...
1235 days ago
While I’m not a fan of the e-mail forward monster, I do love learning about others through complete randomness. When we were first dating, Jon and I played “The Question Game” every night—ask a question and get an honest answer, with the “reward” of the answer itself and the opportunity to ask anything of the other person. In a different twist of an old favorite, I decided to resurrect a few lists of my own for a fun revealing of sorts. Enjoy! *Things That Always Make Me Cry* - Weddings - Airport good-byes - Shakespeare In Love - Tears of friends - Patriotic photo montages *The Most Influential Person In My Life* - My dad *My Favorite TV Guilty Pleasures* - So You Think You Can Dance - Project Runway - Nip/Tuck - The Hills *My Favorite Constellation* - Orion (thanks Mitch!) *My ...
1236 days ago
With a little extra time to think and a lot weighing on my mind, I’ve had another shining “ahh ha!” moment. As a generalized whole, it is not a priority of our society to be kind or hospitable to others. (I know, my light bulb flickers a bit slowly sometimes, but it is bright nonetheless!) A few days ago my daily calendar (that I really should read daily because it actually makes me think!) read, “When you are in the final days of your life, what will you want? When death extends its hands to you, where will you turn for comfort? Will you hug that college degree in the walnut frame? Will you ask to be carried to the garage so you can sit in your car? Of course not. What will matter then will be people. If relationships matter most then, shouldn’t they matter most now?” Recently I have found myself increasingly aware of the kind acts of others. Gestures as simple as setting aside time to hear my thoughts, letting me into a busy stream of ...
