Should be doing lesson plans....

But I'm not.

Because I'm actually awake after 9pm!! Can you believe that? Seeing as I've been falling asleep on the couch beginning at 8:40 lately and Sgt. has been getting a nice nightly arm workout by carrying me to the bedroom (yeah, he actually does :) although I'm halfway incoherent and probably drooling most of the time).

I don't know what it's been these past few days - I hope to God I'm just PMSing because honestly this is just too many emotions popping up one after the other. Tonight it's homesickness, yesterday it was just frustration? I don't know what it was. Monday it was something, although, can't remember now on that one either. To be completely 100% honest, here it is:

I love living here! I love living here with him! I love my job!!

I miss knowing whats going on. I miss Mexican food and going out and doing something (anything.) I miss making plans with people.

Still no friends and it's starting to wear me down. Like I told Sgt. tonight, it's not that I'm unhappy, heck, I'm not even lonely!! I certainly have no room to complain with everything I've been blessed with lately but.... listen, I get up at 3:30 am... I am at work from 6am to usually at least 5pm (but I love it, the hours fly and I absolutely adore all the work I put into my kids and my class) and get home a little after 6pm, where I eat dinner with Sgt. (a dinner he cooks because he's wonderful and doesn't want me to have to feel obligated to cook after such long days... and probably because he likes eating before 9pm) watch a little TV and pass out. (read above) It wouldn't be so bad if I was starting to mesh with the people at work but still nothing... they're not bad people, or even mean people, they just kind of stick to themselves. So I don't ever really feel like "a part of the club" (how 8th grade.... I know), I talk to 4 year olds all day, and then get a couple of hours with my boyfriend before sleep hits.

Ok done complaining, I was just missing home a lot this week and it seemed appropriate to blog about. Did I mention Sgt. is going back to Texas in two weeks for a family thing.... and that I'm unable to go? I'm a little jealous. Not his fault... mandatory inservice for work... but dang. Alright, moving on.

Living together is still so far, so good! I'm hoping that with his new work schedule we'll have a little more time to do things together other than sleep and eat. I know, I know, not long ago there was a time when we would go weeks and months without seeing each other - so, no, it's not going to kill me, but that's the point, if I have the opportunity to spend time with him, then why not take advantage of it? I just don't want us to get into a routine of being "room mates" rather than an actual breathing, living, madly in love couple. Did I mention he brought me dessert tonight, which included chocolate brownie ice cream with sliced strawberries on top?? Never had a room mate do THAT for me! ;)

Oh, and side note, Sgt. is tracking for another 4.0 this semester!! Whooo hoo! He can downplay whatever he wants, but it's my blog so on here I can brag about whatever IIII want. He also got some outstanding cadet of the year or something.... which, and don't tell him I said this, but which I'm also happy for him for. The ROTC/green-2-gold thing is still push and shove for him. A couple of weeks ago he came home from a FTX all sorts of angry and frustrated and it set off a sort of week and a half isolation for him. He began feeling really stagnant again and I got a whiff of his "I"m not happy and something needs to change quickly" mindset. However I didn't take it so personally this time and I like to think I did a lot better handling it than I have in the past. This time it was just more of, me wishing he wasn't unhappy. And wanting to be able to help. No one wants to see the person they love unhappy. Anyway, doing better now!

Maybe this weekend I'll go explore some of the city.... who knows what the deal is. I'll leave you with a funny quote though. Yesterday on the playground one of my students was standing near me and she saw me rub my head. She asked what was wrong and I told her I just had a headache.

4 year old blonde girl: "I know why you have a headache"
me: "You do?"
4 yobg: "Yup, you drink too much"

:) Happy Day everyone!

You're gana miss this....

That's the song that's playing right now so I figured it appropriate for a blog title. Why not, right? Potato Patato... or something like that.

Hiiiiiii!!

No, I don't have a good excuse for not blogging...

So want to hear what I've been up to? I know you're very interested. For starters it's been a little over a month since Sgt. and I made the big leap into living together and it's going so great! It's so wonderful to feel like it was the right thing to do, that we made the right decision, and that it was the right time. Things completely fell into place once I moved down here, I see him every night (sans this weekend while he's in the field), I got my dream job (more to come soon), and I'm just downright HAPPY!

There is certainly something to say for spending most of the first two years together, apart. We don't bicker about petty things, it's not really us anyway, but the bottom line is, what's the point? We're together.... after everything we've been through, the little stuff is not something to argue about, it's something to be treasured. Sure, we have our moments of annoyance or frustration, but nothing that's not overcome within the hour. And let me tell you, it is SOOOOOOO much easier (unbelievably so) to handle bad moods or bad days when you live together (for us anyway). Before, if Sgt. called and had a bad day he was snappy and I in turn would feel a little hurt blah blah blah, you know how it goes. Now, if he's snappy I just give him some space.... start dinner, whatever, and 10 times out of 10 he will realize how he reacted and apologize and tell me about his bad day or he will get his time he needed and walk up behind me to give me a hug. Nothing to fret over. When I am frustrated it's a million times easier to talk to him about it face to face rather than through the phone. I can see his reaction and read his body language... I don't get nearly as worked up or freaked out about it, which I'm sure is a relief to him :). We have FUN together. We're homebody's but some of our best times are just laying on the couch watching TV together and getting into a huge tickle fight (which I inevitably lose...) and goofing off. He's incredibly thoughtful and will start dinner when I have a long day at work, or make me coffee and time it so it's exactly perfect when I walk in the door. He's appreciative. I tend to do a lot of the house work, but not because he won't... I just get around to it quicker, and he's always telling me thank you. Life is good. It's goooood :). I'm very happy with where we are.

As far as work is concerned - awesome. Want to hear the really really good news? I'm officially a teacher!! They finally gave me my own classroom. My own pre-k class first door on the right when you walk up the stairs :) In fact there are a few bee hives and butterflies that are calling to be cut out as we speak for my new bulletin board. It came out of nowhere. My first few weeks they were kind of vague about where they were going to put me. I was expecting that to last but my director came to talk to me one day and Monday I started in my own room! I love love love love love it. The only downside is sometimes it can make for a long day for me. I wake up at 3:30am to get to the school by 6:00am (it's about a 40 min. commute and I don't like being rushed) and if I stay until all the kids go home (it's a day care/early childhood school so longer days) I leave by about 5:15 and get home after 6:00. On Wednesday night I was dead set on making us chicken and dumplins for dinner before he left for the field on Thursday and I also had lesson plans due on Thursday afternoon. Well, I ended up not finishing dinner until almost 10pm (sad, I know. I got a late start) and I fell asleep sitting up on the couch trying to finish lesson plans. The UP side is that most days I get off earlier than that... I should only have two days a week that are over 8.

So out of all the goals I had upon moving here I have just one left to cross off. Friends. Don't get me wrong, I love spending time with Sgt. but a girl needs someone to shop with or grab a margarita with should she so choose. In fact, SGT. probably needs a girl to have a girl to go shopping with ;). You'd think that living in a college town and close to a major city it wouldn't be hard... but on the contrary. First, major city (and work) is at least 40 minutes away, so if I make a friend up there, it would be very hard for us to hang out often what with the trip and all. Living in the college town, everyone who does anything "clubby" (volunteering or sports or whatever) all do it through the university so I have very little to no contact with them. If Sgt. had a bff who had a great girlfriend that would be ideal but right now, no go. Plus, I know he's tired of me asking every single time we run into some guy he knows from one class he took last semester (i.e. not really a friend) we promptly get in the car and I ask about said guys dating history and relationship status. I need help lol. Maybe I'll put an add in the paper:

"Just moved to town. Outgoing, bubbly, talkative, enjoys chick flicks, shopping, tasty drinks, cooking, movies, decorating and double dates. Seeking like minded female who can appreciate good gossip and sarcasm, has a penchant for road trips and a good listening ear. If this sounds like you and you're in the market for a friend as I am, please call or e-mail. "

What. A. Loser. Who ever thought it'd be so hard finding a friend as a grown up? School made it much too easy. Friends were always accessible. Of course I still talk to all my friends from Texas, but I can't hang out with them. Don't get me wrong, I'm not unhappy at all. I love my evenings and weekends with Sgt. or alone relaxing and cleaning and window shopping while he's at work. I don't really feel this void or anything... I just think I need some friends, ya know? Any suggestions?

Hope you're all having a great weekend!

Thank you Sam.

My blogging is sporadic. I know, but mostly it's because I do not get on a computer at work anymore. Not once, the entire day. When I get home in the evenings, I like to spend time with this guy I know :) so... basically moral of the story is I haven't checked my e-mail in 4 days. Ooops!

However, I couldn't pass this one up.

I am now working as a teacher at a day school/learning center/fancy schmancy day care center - whatever you call it where you are. It's younger age kids, but set up in a classroom, with a curriculum, and lesson plans, and circle time too. Ya know, that sort of thing. Anyway... today is about Sam. You see, Sam is getting ready to move up to the "big boy room" (3 year old class) soon. But the trick is that before he can move up, he has to go two weeks accident free. Yes, we are in the potty training stage my friends. So it was no surprise when during center time, Mr. Sam walks past me....

Scene: classroom. Young blonde, two year old boy who resembles Spanky from the little rascals.

Sam: drops toys and stiffens his hands by his sides "Ms. KJ!! I need to poop! THE POOP! It's coming out of my butt!!"

Me: looks down at Sam "Then go! Hurry buddy!"

We then run to the bathroom where he promptly pulls down his pants and goes poo-poo in the potty! Whoo hooo Sam!!

And guess what else? No accidents today. :)

Still

On the weekends Sgt. works double shifts from 3pm until 7am. The house is quiet when he's gone and I often occupy myself with laundry or cleaning or movies, sometimes all three and then some.

I go to sleep early because there is no one here to play chess with or to cuddle with on the couch listening to the Michael Buble station on pandora, like we do lots of nights. (which is a FABULOUS station by the way) I don't cook dinner because there are enough leftovers from the week and honestly, cooking for one is never very fun. (plus I just cleaned the kitchen right?) It's a nice relaxing time but my favorite time is still when he gets home in the morning.

Since I moved in here I can't think of a weekend morning that's gone by where he hasn't done the same, wonderful, perfect thing.

He comes in and changes out of his uniform, and does the usual "going to bed" rituals. He sneaks into the room, careful not to wake me. Usually he doesn't (wake me, that is). Then he moves the covers and climbs in to bed which usually gets my eyes open, and he pulls me close and kisses my forehead and whispers sweet and charming and loving things before he falls asleep.

I like to lay there with him. Even when I'm already awake, it's nice to have him by my side for a little while. I still watch him sleep for a few moments, thinking about how lucky and blessed I am to have him by my side. To have gone through everything we've gone through... PCS's and deployments, over a year apart, the confusion and mess that was October, and still we are here. Together. As if, it was always supposed to end up this way. (I think it was)

Living together, it's easy to be used to him here every day. I don't spend my days thinking about all the time we've spent apart but there are moments, moments when I catch him pouring us coffee as I walk out of the bedroom in the morning, and moments where I feel his presence quietly behind me as he sneaks over to kiss my neck, when the world gets quiet and all can think about is "I'm so glad you're here."

This morning he layed there sleeping with my head on his chest and his arm draped across my waist. I watched his chest rise and fall. And that sense of relief washed over me. He has still not been home a year, but I am thankful for every moment that he is. I have seen him in many lights since last August. The settling that comes with time from one environment change to another certainly had its way with us both :)

He is not impossible to keep up with, although he certainly gives me a run for my money. He is strong and sure and loves me in a way that restores my faith in pure and uncostly love, every day. He makes me laugh and supports me with encouragement that is his alone. He's able to do this because he has learned about me, and continues to do so. The hard work (however last minute it may be ;) ) he has put into school is quite a sight to see. I admire and respect him so much for the unstoppable force he is when it comes to achieving his goals, and when it comes to the attention and care he puts into us.

I'm not sure why I felt compelled to blog about it. Maybe it was just one of those moments when you know you want to be able to look back a year from now and remember it. And all it took was laying next to him, watching him sleep, knowing he's here beside me and knowing I wouldn't change a thing.

Lazy Saturday

So lets re-cap my day shall we? I got up, showered, and started coffee. About then, the man of the house made me some cereal ♥ and we finished watching the movie "The Lucky Ones." After cereal, I put a load (yep, just one...) of laundry (cough:uniforms:cough) into the wash (dried them too). Then I read exactly two sentences of "On Killing".

After my exhausting two sentences I wrote up the report I needed to do after observing all of the classrooms at my new school on Friday (ok, that was important)... while eating a plate full of fruit and cheese that the handsome man who lives here brought in for us to munch on.

I talked to a friend on the phone for about 10 minutes. Hung out with Sgt. before he left for work around 3 and then I actually did go running today, did 30 minutes (despite the insistent voice in my head that was telling me I didn't want to go) now, I just finished watching "The Express."

Laaaaazzzzzzyyyyyyyy