Chad is currently freezing his arse off on the East Coast but should be making his way to the Middle East sometime this month. I have my good days and my bad days but so far we've done ok on our own. I "single-mommed" it for almost four years before he showed up so I thought it would be just like slipping back into that. WRONG-O! I didn't realize how dependent I'd become on someone else plugging my cell phone into its charger. (So if you try to call me and it immediately goes to voicemail, leave a message and I'll call you back once I 1.) find my phone 2.) plug it in and 3.) remember to check the voicemail feature after it's charged. Please allow 3-5 business days for a return call.) You don't even want to know who was in charge of taking out the garbage before he left and who will now walk to a room on the complete opposite side of the house to throw something away just because all of the garbage cans are full. Dragging it out to that big black plastic thing in the garage? Is that an option? (As if I even KNOW what day garbage day is! HA!)
(Hi honey! I miss you!)
Here are a few things Emma and I have done to keep ourselves busy:
Horseback riding. I started it. I passed out. Guess it's too soon after surgery to bend over and pick a horse's feet out. Emma was in charge of the photos and the camera was misbehaving for her so really all we got was a movie of my backside. (It was later discovered that the camera was on movie mode. I have no idea how to upload that to here. Need I bring up the phone and the garbage?) Not my most flattering side, but neither is my front, depending on my most recent Ho-Ho consumption. Chewy the Haflinger was most patient with me.
Grew some crystals. Mad Scientist Emma was most thrilled.
(Thanks Afton, for the kit!) These are not the Crystal Meth kind. But since we're on that topic here's a fun photo for you: (You'll have to click on this one.)
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2722398&l=bc3fdadffd&id=624267667
I've said it before and here it is again: I'm the best parent ever. (Might this explain why Karma wouldn't let our in-vitro work last year?)
(It's root beer, for all of you violently nodding your heads "yes" in response to that. A pox on your households.)
Oh yeah, and we moved. We're closer in to town. (And dairy farm stink.) It stressed me out. It's still stressing me out, since this house is bigger than our old one and I feel like I need to fill it up with furniture. We're renting while Chad is away and we sold our other house. (I miss my roses. But I'll have MORE roses in the next house dammit.) The plan is to buy one closer to civilization when he gets back. I desperately needed to be closer to friends, family and work while he's gone and now that I live back in my old hood I remember how much I loved it. I'm not leaving again.
Emma and I also went to the zoo today:
(Spot the otter!)
Goats can be such jerks.
One more thing: I'm finding that my reserve of patience for whiners is relatively thin. I'm trying hard to take deep breaths but my rude side is coming out more often and I'm much more blunt in the wake of this deployment. And that's not because *I'm* whining less - quite the contrary! I'm a little (translation: HUGE) pain and I know it. I'd apologize but if we're being all honest and crap I'll admit that I don't really feel sad about it because I feel entitled to some negative right now. And I'll have my whine with a big dollop of whipped cream and a cherry on top so that I can truly savor it. In a year I won't have much of an excuse so if you'll just agree with everything I say and pat me on the head I would appreciate your indulgence.
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