Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Two birds

Caroline over at USO girls tagged me in a survey-ish thing! Thank you Caroline, it's always nice to feel the love :) So, I figured I'd kill two birds with one stone and do my six non-important things about myself PLUS add six things about my trip that might be quirky or interesting. Heck, maybe they're not, but it's worth a shot! Anyway, point here is you're getting a two-fer so I hope you enjoy it! (or that it distracts you from less fun tasks) Here we go!

As with all tags in the bloggy world there are rules, and here are these:

1. Link to the person that tagged you Done
2. Post the rules on your blog As we speak
3. Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself Momentarily
4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs Will prob. tag less.
5. Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website. I'll do this one for sure
6. Let your tagger know when your entry is up. Sweet, can do!

the above mentioned six non-important (why do they have to be non-important?) things/habits/quirks about myself:

1. I can't stand the sound of people blowing their nose or anything of the like. If I wasn't a warm weather person anyway, that reason alone would be enough to dislike winter and all the colds it brings along. People who know me best automatically step out of ear shot when they have to blow their nose. More than that - haulking lougies (is that how you spell it?) - You know that scene in the Titanic when they're standing on the ledge? That would NEVER be me.... I would throw Leo off the boat before I listened to him do that repeatedly. I don't know why, but it really makes me cringe, it's like I picture peoples snot in slow motion or something. Gross. Gag. Ok, end of booger rant. I hope I get over this before I have children.

2. As previously stated somewhere in this blog, and as Sgt. enjoys mentioning any time I say I'm not a neat freak, I iron my sheets. Not every day. Not straight out of the dryer. However, if I'm changing sheets to new clean ones that have been folded and stored away, they get ironed because I don't like them all crinkled. It doesn't bother me if they are wrinkled after they're first put on... but it's just that first making the bed thing.... first getting into them.... I like them ironed. If ironed sheets is wrong, I don't want to be right!

3. I wear jeans, t-shirts and flip flops almost daily to work.

4. I'm thinking about shooting to try and run the Army 10-miler this year.... and now I said it "out loud" so I really should start trying to plan that out.

5. I was my college mascot my freshman year. Really.

6. Two years ago, I tried to join the peace corps. I had to hault my application process for specific reasons, and I think everything worked out the way it was supposed to, but sometimes I still think about it.

And now 6 things about my holiday trip!

1. I spilled food on myself at at least one meal every single day of the trip. I even spilled wine on Sgt.'s step-moms floor while playing a slightly inebriated game of Canasta. Talk about embarrassed. Luckily no one seemed to mind and Sgt.'s nice brother cleaned it up since it was my turn...

2. Sgt. and I went to see Four Christmases. While it's your typical holiday movie, we both really liked it!! It was a great start to our time together since we were going to see family so for the rest of the time we would look at each other randomly and say "Mistletoe!" or "Next year we're feeding orphans in Mexico" - If you've seen the movie you know what I mean :). Also, the dinner and a movie my first night there was a surprise date from my wonderful boyfriend :).

3. We traveled on Christmas eve. Got to the Nashville airport around 8:30am and arrived at Sgt.'s Step-mom's house at about 12:00am the next morning. In between all that, what happened you ask? Well, we were delayed due to weather, missed our connecting flight, rebooked for a flight into Canada, drank mudslides in Nashville, Margarita's in Detroit, got pushed aside and shut out of our Canada flight due to having a birth certificate, not a passport (which they used the BC to confirm our flight and a sign flashing right next to the gate agent clearly said "US citizens traveling to Canada need either passport, birth certificate, or naturalization papers"). Had to talk to two supervisors, one of whom before saying ANYTHING to us, or hearing our situation told Sgt. to "Calm down sir" as she walked up.... Uh... lady? That was the wrong idea. As Sgt. walked away to avoid screaming and to call his brother and ask him to turn around (since he was already in Canada on his way to pick us up), she called security and asked them to come up since there was a "belligerent military man" upset about his flight. Which pissed ME off... since I was not about to watch him get hauled off to a Detroit jail for doing nothing but walking away before he actually DID lose his temper to said gate agent supervisor. Heinous Bitch (as we will refer to her) "Did us a big favor by overbooking the last flight out to final destination" and gave us some 20 dollar food vouchers without so much as an "I'm sorry you were screwed over all day being told you could board this flight without a passport, and I'm sorry one of our agents screwed up and used your birth certificate to confirm the tickets." So we headed back down to the bar to drink more margaritas. Got on our Overbooked not even half full, big favor, flight and vowed to never fly Northwest Airlines again.

4. One of my favorite parts of the entire trip was the fact that Sgt. and I always went upstairs to go to bed together, and in the morning (excluding one) we always went downstairs together. Before going to sleep at night and before getting out of bed in the morning we would get to cuddle and talk and joke around and just be generally loving and mushy to one another before facing our next task. Numerous times he told me how much he appreciated me being there, how much he loved me and why, and gave the kind of hugs and kisses that make you feel a little dizzy afterwards. It was out of this world amazing, one of the best trips we've had together, and he made so sure that I knew how much he cared. He was constantly looking out for me (making sure I stayed warm) and I can't brag enough or tell you enough how wonderful he is and how much he means to me. I tried to tell him how much it meant and how much I've noticed that he's been trying hard to make sure I know how much he cares, but I can never tell him enough. I am so in love with that guy :).

5. I saw a frozen lake for the first time ever!! Sgt.'s comment was "Well honey, I can see now that if I ever am at a loss for ways to entertain you I can just open the freezer! You get awfully excited about frozen water!" He of course was just teasing and being funny, and I thought it was hilarious... but seriously, that lake was awesome!

6. Sgt. had to work on New Years Eve. Since we had just returned from our trip the day before, I wasn't really in the mood to go crazy anyway so I figured I'd stay up to watch the ball drop, get in a midnight phone call to him, and hit the hay. Sgt.'s shift is from 11pm to 7am so we said our goodbyes as he left around 10:30 and I promised to see him "Next Year!" The ball drop quickly lost it's luster and I was sitting on the couch with the TV off, reading, waiting for midnight to happen so I could talk to him then go to sleep... when about 11:55 rolled around. Suddenly, I hear his car pull in the drive way :). "No way" I thought. Then the door started to unlock, and in he comes with a big smile on his face. When he agreed to work that night, he arranged to have about 30 min. off so he could come home and ring in the New Year with me. It was quick, he came in, I was surprised, he turned on the TV and we stood there holding each other against the arm of the sofa chair, kissed a long kiss as 11:59 rolled into 12:00 and said goodbye again until morning. But it was so much more than that for me. He knew it was important. That last year, he was thousands of miles away and that my New Years kiss was on the cheek by my best friend Amy, and that this year.... he was home. That this year, he had the opportunity to be there as we stepped into a new year together full of adventures and new experiences. And be there he was. It meant the world and I hope he knows that. He wasn't just "home" from Iraq... he was home with me, and that was extra special!

Ta-Da! 6 and 6 - If you made it all the way to the end of this thing, you rock. You get the coveted "I rock" award. Way to go :)

And now for tagging:

Yellow Ribbon Diary
Life of the Wife
Better When We're Together

6 comments:

Kristen

It sounds like you had a wonderful trip! I'm glad that you had such a great time with Sgt!

indiana.girl

Ohmygod, what a romantic thing for Sgt to do, coming back for just that half an hour on New Year's Eve!!

Thanks for the tag, btw!

indiana.girl

Ok, I put the post up!

Caroline

Sgt sounds like a keeper! On your ironing sheets thing, I think everyone has something quirky about them, when ever Jamie and I find something like that about eachother we always say that's you're single...

Bon

Sgt truly does sound like a keeper. I iron my sheets every so often, after a time the top and bottom cross the crinkle line and they get ironed. There are worse things! As for the nose blowing...when you have kids you will become immune to many things you never thought you could.
We had a bad experience in a number of ways with Northwest as well, your story made me furious--the thing with Sgt *growl*. No more Northwest.

kd

Ok, I posted my 6 things!