So on Saturday, I'll be marrying my husband (again). I left North Carolina this past Saturday and I'm spending the week at my parents house, since that's where the wedding is going to be held. Its nice because since we're already married, its like a lot of the pressure is off, and its hopefully just going to be a really great party with our families and really close friends. James will drive up here on Friday for the rehearsal. He's home alone in NC now.
Its so strange being apart this time. Its not like we've never been apart. But we had just started to settle into our husband-wife routine in our apartment, and now we're apart and its so strange. I'm guessing its probably a good sing that I'm feeling homesick for our little place. I guess that means that we're really settled. As soon as I got on the train this past Saturday to go to my parent's house, I immediately felt homesick. And then as the train drove through Quantico and a bunch of Marines got on board, I felt close to tears. I miss my husband. I miss my daily routine. I even mess picking up after him. I miss our evening routine of dinner, tv, talking, reading after he gets home from work. I just miss it. It is nice to be home with the family, its just the first time I've left my husband behind in our home. Maybe the reason this feels so strange is that I'm always the one being left behind, and this time I was the one doing the leaving. Hmmm... that's an interesting thought...
On a less melancholy note, my best friend from forever is coming home tomorrow to help get ready for the wedding. She's my maid of honor. We've been friends since we first danced together back when I was 10. We talk all the time, but lately we've only been seeing each other for 1 day once a year (if that). So I can't WAIT for her to be here tomorrow :) She's going to come over in the evening and then on Thursday she'll be here helping us cook (my mother is the caterer for this wedding... are we crazy? Yes probably, but I'll let you know how it goes) and then we'll go out to dinner and have a sleepover, like old times :) Its going to be a blast!
For now I just have to keep plugging away at my To-Do list, lots to do before Saturday, and hope that the next few days go by quickly. I can't wait to see my husband. And I can't wait to marry him again in front of all our family and friends :)
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
The Field
So James left for the field this morning. Short trip though. Should be back tomorrow. He was saying last night that for so long they've just been sitting around doing nothing and now that he's married, BOOM... they're in the field all summer. Its true. But like I said, this one's not so bad. Just one night alone.
Small update on the 2nd bedroom. I went through a couple piles of papers and filed them all away. Progress. Very small progress. But still, progress.
So on Saturday I'm hopping on the train and going home to see my family and to help get ready for our wedding ceremony that we're holding at my parents house next weekend. We got married in a courthouse in May so that we could get all our paperwork taken care of. BAH and my military ID and all of that. But now we're going to have our 'real' wedding at my parents house with all of our family members and a few friends. I'm excited :) Both to see my parents and brothers, and also for the wedding. It's going to be super super low key. Pretty much just a big family picnic. But its going to be so much fun and I can't wait :) After that James took a whole bunch of leave and we're going to hang out at home for a little while, and then go to the beach for 5 days. I'm going to start planning our beach menu sometime this week. Growing up my mom made a lot of lists, and we had written weekly menus on the fridge. And whenever we went on vacation, well that menu planning was pretty intense. And you know what they say, like mother like daughter :) I'm lucky to have such a good role model!
So my week is mainly going to be made up of list making. Packing lists for me. A list of things I'll need James to bring up when he comes for the wedding. Last minute wedding planning to-do lists. And packing lists and menus for our beach honeymoon. Good thing I love lists!
Small update on the 2nd bedroom. I went through a couple piles of papers and filed them all away. Progress. Very small progress. But still, progress.
So on Saturday I'm hopping on the train and going home to see my family and to help get ready for our wedding ceremony that we're holding at my parents house next weekend. We got married in a courthouse in May so that we could get all our paperwork taken care of. BAH and my military ID and all of that. But now we're going to have our 'real' wedding at my parents house with all of our family members and a few friends. I'm excited :) Both to see my parents and brothers, and also for the wedding. It's going to be super super low key. Pretty much just a big family picnic. But its going to be so much fun and I can't wait :) After that James took a whole bunch of leave and we're going to hang out at home for a little while, and then go to the beach for 5 days. I'm going to start planning our beach menu sometime this week. Growing up my mom made a lot of lists, and we had written weekly menus on the fridge. And whenever we went on vacation, well that menu planning was pretty intense. And you know what they say, like mother like daughter :) I'm lucky to have such a good role model!
So my week is mainly going to be made up of list making. Packing lists for me. A list of things I'll need James to bring up when he comes for the wedding. Last minute wedding planning to-do lists. And packing lists and menus for our beach honeymoon. Good thing I love lists!
Monday, August 2, 2010
The 2nd Bedroom
So our apartment has 2 bedrooms. When we got it we thought, "Oh that will be nice. We'll put this little loveseat with a fold out bed in there. And we'll put a computer desk in there. Use the closet for a little extra storage. It'll be a nice guest room/office"
Yeah right.
Our 2nd bedroom looks like a bomb went off in it. And when the bomb exploded gear and coats and random work out stuff and papers and bags of scarves flew everywhere. The first week we lived here I tried really hard to get it cleaned out and organzined, but gave up eventually. I just keep the door shut and pretend there's nothing behind it. But today. Today was different. I took a deep breath, opened the door, and dove in. (Literally. There's so much stuff in there it was really like diving into a pool. A pool of really random stuff)
I'd like to say that I pulled off a miracle and now the 2nd bedroom looks like the actual guest room/office we originally envisioned. But, sadly, there was no miracle. BUT, I did do a little organizing, wading through the various bits of Marine gear and heaving it all into somewhat manageable piles. You can now walk in the room, but you cannot relax in there on the loveseat. Or sit at the desk and use the computer. Its a step forward though.
So I'm setting this goal now. Before September 30th that room will look the way we want it to. (And I just made my husband 'pinky promise' to that goal) Slowly, but surely, we will do it.
Right now though, I'm going to pour myself a glass of wine and watch a little tv with my husband. Happy Monday :)
Yeah right.
Our 2nd bedroom looks like a bomb went off in it. And when the bomb exploded gear and coats and random work out stuff and papers and bags of scarves flew everywhere. The first week we lived here I tried really hard to get it cleaned out and organzined, but gave up eventually. I just keep the door shut and pretend there's nothing behind it. But today. Today was different. I took a deep breath, opened the door, and dove in. (Literally. There's so much stuff in there it was really like diving into a pool. A pool of really random stuff)
I'd like to say that I pulled off a miracle and now the 2nd bedroom looks like the actual guest room/office we originally envisioned. But, sadly, there was no miracle. BUT, I did do a little organizing, wading through the various bits of Marine gear and heaving it all into somewhat manageable piles. You can now walk in the room, but you cannot relax in there on the loveseat. Or sit at the desk and use the computer. Its a step forward though.
So I'm setting this goal now. Before September 30th that room will look the way we want it to. (And I just made my husband 'pinky promise' to that goal) Slowly, but surely, we will do it.
Right now though, I'm going to pour myself a glass of wine and watch a little tv with my husband. Happy Monday :)
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Quiet rainy day...
There's something about a rainy Sunday. Especially a rainy Sunday following a Saturday night where I tossed and turned all night (for no real reason, just wasn't feeling so great) There's just a general feeling of laziness, and a disregard to the clock. I just looked at the clock for the first time a few minutes ago, and was shocked to see how late in the day its gotten!
I've been arguing with myself about whether or not I should feel guilty for a day like this. And really, yesterday was a day like this too (although we did run to the commissary) Should I be doing the dishes that are in the sink? Should I be making the bed? Dusting? Cooking something? Baking something? But the more I argue with myself, the more I realize I'm just being ridiculous. Is anybody judging me for enjoying a lazy weekend with my husband? I would hope not. And if they are, there's isn't an opinion I care about. My husband works hard all week doing his job. And I work hard all week doing mine. And this week was especially rough, what with him being sick and me substituting some ballet classes. We deserve days like this. At least I think we do anyway...
Sometimes, especially on days like these, I stop and look at James and I'm completely overcome with a feeling of comfort, safety, and happiness. Our dating relationship was always uncertain. When will I see you again? How long will you stay? Will you be available by phone this week? And now, (all of a sudden it seems), here we are. Its hard to believe that we've made it to this point. Now, I do know that, with him being a Marine and all, that uncertainty will never truly go away. But there's something so incredibly comforting about that fact that now, we're living in OUR apartment. Things are no longer 'mine' or 'his' they're just 'ours' I don't even know how much sense I'm making right now. I'm having trouble putting words to the exact feeling I have. The words I used before: 'comfort' 'safety' 'happiness' don't quite cover it. But anyway, I'll just put it this way. After 2 years of sporadic visits and tearful goodbyes, its incredibly nice to be able to spend lazy weekends together like this. Without the old nagging feeling of needing to ACCOMPLISH something before Monday rolled around. I used to try and fill our weekends with EVERYTHING I possibly could because I knew when the weekend was over he'd be gone and who knew when I'd see him again. It's incredibly calming to be able to just enjoy a weekend, with no looming deadline to meet...
Now my rambling could probably also be called stalling because after all that about having a lazy rainy Sunday, and deserving it, I do actually need to throw in a couple loads of laundry before we leave for the movie theater. I guess just a little work on a lazy day never killed anybody...
I've been arguing with myself about whether or not I should feel guilty for a day like this. And really, yesterday was a day like this too (although we did run to the commissary) Should I be doing the dishes that are in the sink? Should I be making the bed? Dusting? Cooking something? Baking something? But the more I argue with myself, the more I realize I'm just being ridiculous. Is anybody judging me for enjoying a lazy weekend with my husband? I would hope not. And if they are, there's isn't an opinion I care about. My husband works hard all week doing his job. And I work hard all week doing mine. And this week was especially rough, what with him being sick and me substituting some ballet classes. We deserve days like this. At least I think we do anyway...
Sometimes, especially on days like these, I stop and look at James and I'm completely overcome with a feeling of comfort, safety, and happiness. Our dating relationship was always uncertain. When will I see you again? How long will you stay? Will you be available by phone this week? And now, (all of a sudden it seems), here we are. Its hard to believe that we've made it to this point. Now, I do know that, with him being a Marine and all, that uncertainty will never truly go away. But there's something so incredibly comforting about that fact that now, we're living in OUR apartment. Things are no longer 'mine' or 'his' they're just 'ours' I don't even know how much sense I'm making right now. I'm having trouble putting words to the exact feeling I have. The words I used before: 'comfort' 'safety' 'happiness' don't quite cover it. But anyway, I'll just put it this way. After 2 years of sporadic visits and tearful goodbyes, its incredibly nice to be able to spend lazy weekends together like this. Without the old nagging feeling of needing to ACCOMPLISH something before Monday rolled around. I used to try and fill our weekends with EVERYTHING I possibly could because I knew when the weekend was over he'd be gone and who knew when I'd see him again. It's incredibly calming to be able to just enjoy a weekend, with no looming deadline to meet...
Now my rambling could probably also be called stalling because after all that about having a lazy rainy Sunday, and deserving it, I do actually need to throw in a couple loads of laundry before we leave for the movie theater. I guess just a little work on a lazy day never killed anybody...
Friday, July 30, 2010
Slight case of exhaustion...
So last night our smoke detector decided it would be a good idea to go off periodically between 0300 and 0400. There was CLEARLY no fire. But of course, paranoid me, I couldn't go back to sleep each time we (thought) we quieted it. I was convinced that it was picking up carbon monoxide in the air and we were going to die in our bed. My ever loving husband got online at 0400 and searched the product number of the smoke detector to make sure it wasn't also a carbon monoxide detector. Eventually it was disabled and we were able to sleep a little.
I followed up that eventful night/early morning, with an eventful day. My first stop was the apartment office to file a complaint about the smoke detector. Then it was off to my Pilates class at the fitness center at Tarawa Terrace. (By the way, I had been going to the gym at Camp Geiger and was always the only female there. Its a bit intimidating to go grab my little 10 pound weights in the midst of a bunch of buff Marines pumping some serious iron. The TT gym is much more female friendly...) So ANYWAY, I went to Pilates class. And the substitute teacher turned out to be a fellow ballet dancer. It was nice to get in contact with someone who understands the transision from ballet 24/7 to Marine wifery. After Pilates, I picked up some sandwiches from Subway and met James on base for lunch. We ate on a picnic table outside the library and it was so nice. :) We try to have lunch together at least once a week. Its really nice to see each other during the day for a little while. After lunch I ran into the commissary to grab just one thing. Oooooooh how I hate the commissary on pay day... luckily I was able to use the self-checkout and get out of there pretty painlessly. I was not so lucky on my next stop... the bank... on pay day. 45 minutes later... I was on my way home. Its so hard to do ANYTHING here on payday because everyone and their mother is out spending that money. But I'm part of everybody and their mother who runs their errands on or very close to payday, so I guess I really shouldn't complain. Since I myself am part of the problem. Well, after all that I went home to a pile of sicky laundry that needed to be done. Now that James is better his fever-y germs are all over the sheets and towels so they all needed to be washed. Our bathroom was a mess, the kitchen was a disaster, and the carpet needed to be vacuumed pretty badly. So once that was all done, James was home from work. And so now here we are, relaxing in the beautifully clean house, with the whole weekend ahead of us.
Is a rundown of my life day to day a really lame blog post? I don't really know what else to write. But I guess I did start this blog to document my new life here. And that is what I'm doing. Boring as it may be. To me its really not that boring though, I can see how maybe it might get boring though. But for now its interesting to me because its new. I get ridiculously proud of myself when I accomplish all these things out and about, just because I'm starting to know my way around. I get especially proud when I accomplish things on base. I love knowing my way around base, it really makes me feel like I'm doing this whole Marine wife thing right. As cheesy as that may sound. But you know, I'm pretty cheesy...
Well on that note... (cheesy)... we're going to order a pizza for dinner and watch a movie. As tired as I am right now, I'm feeling incredibly accomplished today. And that's a good feeling to start the weekend with!
I followed up that eventful night/early morning, with an eventful day. My first stop was the apartment office to file a complaint about the smoke detector. Then it was off to my Pilates class at the fitness center at Tarawa Terrace. (By the way, I had been going to the gym at Camp Geiger and was always the only female there. Its a bit intimidating to go grab my little 10 pound weights in the midst of a bunch of buff Marines pumping some serious iron. The TT gym is much more female friendly...) So ANYWAY, I went to Pilates class. And the substitute teacher turned out to be a fellow ballet dancer. It was nice to get in contact with someone who understands the transision from ballet 24/7 to Marine wifery. After Pilates, I picked up some sandwiches from Subway and met James on base for lunch. We ate on a picnic table outside the library and it was so nice. :) We try to have lunch together at least once a week. Its really nice to see each other during the day for a little while. After lunch I ran into the commissary to grab just one thing. Oooooooh how I hate the commissary on pay day... luckily I was able to use the self-checkout and get out of there pretty painlessly. I was not so lucky on my next stop... the bank... on pay day. 45 minutes later... I was on my way home. Its so hard to do ANYTHING here on payday because everyone and their mother is out spending that money. But I'm part of everybody and their mother who runs their errands on or very close to payday, so I guess I really shouldn't complain. Since I myself am part of the problem. Well, after all that I went home to a pile of sicky laundry that needed to be done. Now that James is better his fever-y germs are all over the sheets and towels so they all needed to be washed. Our bathroom was a mess, the kitchen was a disaster, and the carpet needed to be vacuumed pretty badly. So once that was all done, James was home from work. And so now here we are, relaxing in the beautifully clean house, with the whole weekend ahead of us.
Is a rundown of my life day to day a really lame blog post? I don't really know what else to write. But I guess I did start this blog to document my new life here. And that is what I'm doing. Boring as it may be. To me its really not that boring though, I can see how maybe it might get boring though. But for now its interesting to me because its new. I get ridiculously proud of myself when I accomplish all these things out and about, just because I'm starting to know my way around. I get especially proud when I accomplish things on base. I love knowing my way around base, it really makes me feel like I'm doing this whole Marine wife thing right. As cheesy as that may sound. But you know, I'm pretty cheesy...
Well on that note... (cheesy)... we're going to order a pizza for dinner and watch a movie. As tired as I am right now, I'm feeling incredibly accomplished today. And that's a good feeling to start the weekend with!
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
So I guess I'm a blogger now...
Well. Here I am. Blogging. I've always enjoyed reading other people's blogs, and always said "Hey someday maybe I'll make one of those things." I guess someday is today.
Today is our 2 month wedding anniversary. Which I actually didn't realize until like an hour ago. James and I are not the kind of couple that celebrates every little anniversary. Just the big ones. Although we actually never spent any anniversaries together while we were dating... oh the joys of a long distance relationship! So I guess we've actually never celebrated an anniversary. But still, we're not one of those couples that have little parties for small anniversaries. However, I am one of those girls that knows when all of these small anniversaries are. So I am surprised that I only realized it was our 2 months just a little while ago. But oh well. We wouldn't have been able to celebrate even if we did do that kind of thing. I sent James, of bed almost 3 hours ago with a huge bottle of Gatorade and a couple Tylenol Cold PM (or something like that). I felt his forehead, took his temperature, rubbed his back, and made sure he had enough blankets. Felt more like a mom than a wife tonight.
It was actually sort of a rough evening tonight. I was strangely tired and dinner wasn't cooperating. (Doubled my meatloaf recipe because James likes it so much and wanted to eat it for lunch the rest of the week) but had trouble adjusting the cook time for the larger meatloaf. The stinkin oven (we've only lived in this apartment for a month and I hate the oven with a PASSION already) runs really hot and I have to adjust all my cook times anyway, double recipe or not. So anyway that was frustrating me and I was feeling sorry for James who was half asleep on the couch (and ended up not eating anyway) and I just cried. I honestly have no idea why. And you know what? Its kind of embarssing for your feverish husband to ask "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" and all you can say is "I don't know." Me being overtired is never a good thing. And James had to stay at work overnight last night, which meant that I barely slept. Anyway, moral of the story: I hate my oven, I need an adequate amount of sleep tonight, and... oh yeah! I hate my oven!
So basically at this point I'm thinking that my blog posts are just going to be ramblings about my life. Maybe somewhere between the ramblings I'll post some recipes and whatnot. But anyway, I think I've rambled myself out for the night. Remember my moral of the story? The part about adequate sleep? I'm going to go get some of that now...
Today is our 2 month wedding anniversary. Which I actually didn't realize until like an hour ago. James and I are not the kind of couple that celebrates every little anniversary. Just the big ones. Although we actually never spent any anniversaries together while we were dating... oh the joys of a long distance relationship! So I guess we've actually never celebrated an anniversary. But still, we're not one of those couples that have little parties for small anniversaries. However, I am one of those girls that knows when all of these small anniversaries are. So I am surprised that I only realized it was our 2 months just a little while ago. But oh well. We wouldn't have been able to celebrate even if we did do that kind of thing. I sent James, of bed almost 3 hours ago with a huge bottle of Gatorade and a couple Tylenol Cold PM (or something like that). I felt his forehead, took his temperature, rubbed his back, and made sure he had enough blankets. Felt more like a mom than a wife tonight.
It was actually sort of a rough evening tonight. I was strangely tired and dinner wasn't cooperating. (Doubled my meatloaf recipe because James likes it so much and wanted to eat it for lunch the rest of the week) but had trouble adjusting the cook time for the larger meatloaf. The stinkin oven (we've only lived in this apartment for a month and I hate the oven with a PASSION already) runs really hot and I have to adjust all my cook times anyway, double recipe or not. So anyway that was frustrating me and I was feeling sorry for James who was half asleep on the couch (and ended up not eating anyway) and I just cried. I honestly have no idea why. And you know what? Its kind of embarssing for your feverish husband to ask "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" and all you can say is "I don't know." Me being overtired is never a good thing. And James had to stay at work overnight last night, which meant that I barely slept. Anyway, moral of the story: I hate my oven, I need an adequate amount of sleep tonight, and... oh yeah! I hate my oven!
So basically at this point I'm thinking that my blog posts are just going to be ramblings about my life. Maybe somewhere between the ramblings I'll post some recipes and whatnot. But anyway, I think I've rambled myself out for the night. Remember my moral of the story? The part about adequate sleep? I'm going to go get some of that now...
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