30 day project- Day 7

Day 7- A picture of your most treasured item.

This one was hard for me.  I decided on my Pound Puppy, Wolfer.  I got him for Christmas when I was 3, and I'm fairly certain he hasn't left my side since.  

I STILL sleep with him every night.  He is completely worn out, the fabric is threadbare, and the poor guy has mascara stains on him.  He came to college with me, vacations, and he will come with me to North Carolina this week.  


He's definitely not the most expensive thing I own, but definitely one of the most important.  I'm not sure what I would do if anything were to happen to him.

30 day project- Day 6

Day 6- A picture of someone you'd love to trade places with for a day

Johnny

Damon

Mocha girl- this is one of my favorite pictures of her!

The furbabies, hands down. 

All three of them are spoiled rotten.  They get to relax and sleep all day, and they don't have a care in the world. 

30 day project- Day 5

Day 5- A picture of your favorite memory.

Carnival Liberty at Half Moon Cay

This past summer, my family and I went on a cruise.  7 days in the Eastern Caribbean- Half Moon Cay, St. Thomas, Puerto Rico, and Grand Turk.  It was the most amazing time I think I've ever had.  Every single day and night was like a party.

Dinner with Team Romel!

Segways in San Juan

 

 

Jack's Shack in Grand Turk

Fun day at sea!

What was most important to me, and what made it one of my favorite memories, is that I got to share this trip with my family. 


I'm still counting down the days until the next cruise- 343 until we are cruising on the Carnival Miracle!

30 day project- Day 4

Day 4- A picture of your night.

This weekend is our last together before D-day.  It's been a nonstop Friends marathon.  We started with season 1 over Christmas, and are currently halfway through season 8.   


So my night tonight consists of quality time with my honey and the furbabies, Friends, and pizza bites for dinner.


Our goal is to make it through the entire series before he leaves.  We might be pulling an all-nighter here soon!

I'm a bad wife

Yep, I said it.  I am a bad wife. 

I don't really enjoy cooking, or baking.  I'm not exactly the most domestic girl in the world. (If you are any of those things- please don't take offense!) 




This is NOT us.  End of story.  The thought of it makes me giggle though!


I blame my stubborn independence on my mother, who raised both my sister and me with the notion that while boys were nice to have around, you didn't NEED a man to make you happy.  You sure as heck didn't NEED to depend on one to take care of you.  If you want to be happy, you better run and start making yourself happy. 

Back in May or June, Randy accepted orders to our new unit at Camp Lejeune.  This was after we originally had orders to 29 Palms, (kill me now!) then Camp Pendleton.  I wasn't quite ready to venture to the West Coast, and besides that I had JUST started a new job.  I was really torn on what to do- follow my husband across the country, and watch him deploy a few months later, or stay where I was until after the deployment.  We knew regardless of the unit we were with, we would be facing a deployment anyway.  So we made probably one of the hardest decisions in our marriage to date.  We decided that I would stay in VA, and he would attempt to change his orders to an East Coast unit, to make it a little bit easier on both of us.

This is why I feel like I am a bad wife.  Granted, it was a decision we both made together, but it has been much harder for me that I realized.  I feel bad that I am not able to cook him dinner every night before he leaves for deployment, I feel bad that I'm not there when he is frustrated and needs someone to vent to.   I feel bad that I'm not doing his laundry (as much as I hate it!)  I just feel bad that I'm not there to be a "good" pre-deployment wife.  

It gets frustrating.  I'm so lucky though that Randy has been so okay with this every step of the way.  This has challenged us in ways that are new to us.  It's almost-almost-harder now than it is to be apart during a deployment.  When you are only 300 miles away from each other, its irritating not to be able to see each other every single day.  There's no good reason for this separation, unlike the deployment, when the Marine Corps makes us be apart.  (I've tried stowing away in his sea bag each time!) 

It's hard to do it all on my own each day- be a single mom to my furbabies, and take care of EVERYTHING for much longer than I really planned.  But this is what I wanted.  I needed to be slightly selfish for the next few months and do what made ME happy, not what made the Marine Corps happy.  It's probably the only time in Randy's career (because he's a lifer, you know) that I will be able to make such a decision, and have it work so well for us. 

That's another reason why I'm so excited to start the deployment countdown- each day is of course one day closer to homecoming, but another day closer to my move to NC, back with my husband, where I belong. 

 

30 day project- Day 3

Day 3- A picture of the cast from your favorite show

I have 2 favorites.  It's my blog and I'll do what I want to.  ;) 

Friends, and Sex and the City. 

I own every season of both on DVD, and when there's nothing else on, its the first thing I think to watch.  Both are like very predictable good friends.  I KNOW whats going to happen, so its safe for me to watch when I'm angry, tired, cranky, or when I'm trying to get 300 different things done at once and just need some background noise.

They are both such FUN shows, and I love them both. 

30 day project- Day 2

Day 2- A picture of you and the person you have known the longest.

Me and Liz, July 2009

 That's my baby sister.  I've known her since March 2, 1986.  Just under 25 years.  We were both born on the 2nd, we were born on the only "M" months, and we were both born on Sundays.

We haven't always loved each other, heck, we haven't always liked each other!  I'm not sure how our parents were able to handle the whole door slamming, girl screaming thing- it happened a lot.  We really hated each other growing up.  But the second I left for college, I missed my sister the most.  I realized just how important she was to me, and how much I actually liked having her around.  We are 4 years apart, but I don't ever remember her being my annoying little sister.  I was never embarrassed of her, I was always proud of her.  I still am for that matter.

October 6, 2007

She knows 100 different ways to annoy me, but on the flip side, she knows about 1,000 different ways to make me feel better.  She's always there when I need her- she flew down to Jacksonville the night Randy left for his second deployment, she was my date for the ball when Randy was deployed in 2006.  She has an amazing ability to just know when I need her, and half the time, I don't even have to ask.  She's just there.  

Its been hard for us the last few years, because of the military and because of the distance.  I never thought I would be so far away from my sister- it still makes me sad each day.  Luckily, I know she's only a phone call away.  Or, if the situation requires it, a 4 hour car ride.

I love you baby sister!