As we’ve prepared for this PCS and I look back at our first, I’m pleased that this one has been so easy (at least on my emotions) especially with the added “stress” of pregnancy. I don’t know if I’m lucky or just that experience has lessened the stress , but between my pregnancy and this PCS, I can’t say which has been easier.
I try to keep this blog upbeat and fun, it very much mirrors my personality. I don’t like to dwell in the negative, and when I do, I try to at least find the humor in it. “Happiness is a choice” is a phrase I’ve uttered more than once. So I’ve been less than eager to blog about our struggles with infertility, but isn’t this a part of our life? No one goes through life without their fair share of uphill battles and I am no exception. Also, this has completely occupied mind for the past year, so it’s time I wrote about it.
The news has officially been released and we could not be happier! Cody and his unit are coming back home EARLY!
I am super excited to announce that my application for an HBB got approved! I am the newest, registered freelance makeup artist in the Bavarian Military community!
Wow! Italy seems like a lifetime ago already! The last two weeks of leave, we spent together, not doing much but enjoying each other’s company as we won’t be able to for much longer. Lately we’ve been making plans for Independence Day and it’s really making me appreciate my husband’s presence even more. It’s also made me think about the countless soldiers and their families who gave the ultimate sacrifice so our country can celebrate on the fourth of July, year after year.
You know when you watch a scary movie and the one person who is trying to let people know that this shit is haunted and we all need to leave get’s softly called crazy? Well, I feel like that one person, and you all are going to think I’m loosing it over here in Germany. I’m a little surprised at myself for even wanting to write about this, but here goes…
So Cody is gone to the field for 3 weeks. No contact. What to do, what to do?
So here I’ve let a month go by with out blogging ANYTHING! Shame shame Miss Jay! I guess I’ll catch you up to speed.
You ever have a time when you intend for something to be great and it just isn't? You plan and get excited and pumped up for it. It finally happens and it’s just so-so, or maybe even down right miserable? That was our New Years Eve.
We had planned a night out on the town, the way we used to. One last hurrah before we trade it in to stay in with little ones and toast with sparkling cider. Out to the club drinks and dancing with friends. And because the Germans do it all night, we decided so would we. Boy did we.
Wow! It’s been awhile since my last post! I have all the time in the world; I don’t work. Keeping up with the house and laundry is not that hard or time consuming, but it is easy to get myself lost in stupid time wasting things that help my day pass more quickly. But I refuse to become one of those miserable army wives that live in oversized sweat pants and baggy t-shirts, doing nothing but bitch and complain all day, and I feel like I might be heading that way. But NO MORE! I’ve decided I have no excuse not to use this time to better myself and I’ve assembled a plan.
I arrived in Germany a week ago today and I cannot believe how much has happened and how differently time feels now that I’m here. It’s almost three o’clock and there is about an hour and a half of daylight left in the day. The light is dim enough outside, that my brain is telling me to start cooking dinner, even though my stomach is saying “Shut-up! You just ate lunch!”
So here I am in Deutschland FINALLY! It was like the dam that was holding in all my emotion broke when I saw Cody! I caught a glimpse of him as he ran around the bus that had just dropped us off and my eyes instantly welled with tears!
After all this waiting and wondering over when I will leave, and worry about the dogs, packing, unpacking, packing again, and many, many heartfelt good byes, the day is finally here!
I have three day left in America. Tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday. THREE! So much has been happening over the past week that it’s hard to keep up or even remember, but I’ll try…
I feel like I’m in a dream; numb, surreal, and discombobulated. Everything has happened so quickly in the past two weeks, that it just seems to blur together the way a dream does once you awake.
Gregory Maguire is one of my favorite authors. I love how he takes child hood stories in which the characters seemed so cut and dry; The evil stepmother and her spoiled, bratty daughters, or the wicked witch of the west, and gives them a spin that only adulthood can make you realize, and empathize with.
Oh. My. God. This is so stressful! Just when you think you’ve got your shit together you get slapped in the face with… MORE SHIT!
With the army, you spend a whole lot of time waiting for the paperwork you need to do something, then, when you finally get it, you rush around trying to get everything done to move on to the next step. I’m a planner. I like to know what’s coming and the steps I need to take to get there, and not knowing when I’m moving has been EXTREEMLY stressful.
