The life of a military wife sucks. Plain and simple. But I'm honestly not sure what I would do if I married a man that had a 9 to 5 job. I would probably go insane. Dennis has been gone almost a month. What can possibly happen in a month? A lot of things. Camden learned to run, has 2 more teeth and getting 2 more (which brings the total to 8!), has been almost completely weened, knows "if you're happy and you know it clap your hands", "How big is Camden", Ring-around-the-rosy, and several other things that I'm sure I'm forgetting.
What else could possibly happen in 1 month? Well a ground could go out in your car making the lights on the inside not turn on including your tail lights. But of course not the break lights or the blinkers or the flashers. No, just the other important ones. You know, the ones that make you visible to people behind you in the dark?
What else could possibly happen in 1 month? Well only a handful of emails, conversations, and phone calls of course. I could probably count on 1 hand how many phone calls I've recieved that have been longer than the great 5 minutes. But that must be far better than hand written letters, right?
What else could happen in 1 month? Well, countless sleepless nights, a few new decorations, shopping therapy, and good friends. Also the poisoness friends have been removed and a few others that are just looking for an easy hookup. Yes, I said it- easy hookup. Because we all know that military wives are like single wives (or mothers... depending on the job, and sorry guys but "mother" does come before "wife"). Those "friends" have also been removed because they are just as poisoness as the Debby Downers.
You might sit back and think "wow she sounds kind of bitter." Why yes, yes in fact I am bitter. I'm bitter because I'm tired of having to play nice with people I don't like. I'm bitter because I just want my hands to be warmed by my husband. I'm bitter because I wouldn't mind someone sleeping next to me that isn't covered in fur. Thank you very much. I also wouldn't mind being around the people that I love most and who I can't be around for very long because Germany is in fact my home now. If he was home, I wouldn't have to see another soul.
If I had known that growing up was going to suck this much I probably wouldn't have grown up. If I had known that I would have to single handedly take on the financial world without consulting with someone that probably has a better view on things (and is the main bread winner...) then I wouldn't have grown up. Almost 2 years of marriage doesn't make it easier to make decisions on money. If I had known that I would have to raise a child and take care of a dog, OH AND myself (please lets not forget to brush your hair and your teeth...) then I probably wouldn't have grown up. If I had known that I would have to figure out if the problem with the car was caused by a fuse or just a burnt out light- but oh wait it's a far worse problem than that! Then I probably wouldn't have grown up. If I had known that I would have to make arrangements for the dog, the car, the truck, the kid, MYSELF, the house, the money, oh and basically anything else that you could possibly think of- I PROBABLY wouldn't have grown up. This includes all of the following holidays to include Halloween, Christmas, New Years, Valentine's Day, Easter, and any other fricken holiday that you could possibly throw in there. And making sure that you start traditions that you can keep up with in the following years because now you have a child and traditions are important for families... Yeah I probably wouldn't have grown up.
I really wouldn't mind banging my head against the wall right about now. Fort Minor's song "Where'd You Go" comes to mind when I'm thinking about all of these things. With good reason of course...
You could not imagine how hard it is to act like everything is ok when it, in deed, is not all ok. I love you and I miss you- today just sucks.
Oh and a few days ago I was looking at property in Kill Devil Hills and Hatteris. I found the perfect little house ever with a view of the beach. Ahhhhhh....
Showing posts with label the east coast is the best place to live. Show all posts
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Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
St. Louis is a wonderful place to be
Wow, I really can't keep up with this thing!
Well, we had another family emergency which took us back to St. Louis MO. We were back home for 20 days. In that time frame we went to a funeral, traveled to the east coast, saw a graduation, drove back (17 hours!!!), stayed in STL for a few more days and left. But not before our flight was delayed causing us to miss our connecting flight from DC to Frankfurt. We ended up staying in MO for a day extra. Let me break this down a little further...
So we get some pretty horrible news on D's side of the family. We weren't sure if we were even going to make it home since D was supposed to leave after the 4day weekend. We found this out Thursday morning and we were on a plane Friday morning. But of course not without some issues.
I had plans to go with my good friend to a special dinner. I couldn't cancel on her in such short notice so I still went. We ate, we laughed, we had a good time. That is until about 20 minutes before we left! I got terribly sick and asked if we could leave as soon as possible. I kid you not, as soon as I was in my house and took my clothes off I was in the bathroom throwing up! I came down with food poisoning and was praying that I would be better for our 6am flight the next day. Needless to say I got no sleep that night and if I did it was brief and only in half hour increments. Basically I was sick up until about 2:30am and we left the house at 3am. It was terrible :(
So once we got to STL, we found out that the airport had left our bag (D's and mine) in Chicago!!! So all we had was Camden's clothes and our carry on, which I was smart enough to pack extra clothes in and our toiletry bag. I would normally not do this but since I had been so sick the night before I didn't want to risk puking on myself and not having anything else to wear. Also I was wearing my glasses because I was so tired so I needed my contacts as well. Unfortunately for me, I only packed sweat pants! And when we arrived it was in the high 80s!!! Unfortunately for Dennis, he didn't listen to me about packing extra clothes... Lucky for us, there was another flight coming from Chicago that night! So our bag would be patiently waiting for us at his aunt and uncle's house :).
Camden did great on the plane by the way. But I have noticed that it's easier to travel the younger the child is. Camden was much more restless this time versus 4 months ago. Since she's mobile now all she wants to do is crawl around and check things out. The plane was so crowded and honestly I'm completely grossed out by carpets on planes so she had to deal with sitting in our laps.
The first full day back we went to the zoo. This is not ideal considering I was so sick. I was dehydrated, tired, hot, just plain miserable. But I was able to hold on for 2 hours. I will say that flying does dehydrate you so I was pretty bad off. I'm a little upset that we only got to see a few things and that we weren't able to make it back. If you are ever in St. Louis definitely go to the zoo! And to all the museums of course :). Because a lot of it is free.
After a few days of being back home Camden was officially crawling. She started sitting up by herself Thursday (the day before we left).
What else... Oh yes, we went to North Carolina to see my sister graduate as well! It was wonderful :). We spent a week there. I really didn't do much. Of course I saw some good friends, spent some much needed time with family, and relaxed. Sort of... I was pretty stressed out the whole trip because I had been so sick, the reasons why were there, Camden and jet lag (baby jet lag sucks by the way...), and plenty of other reasons! But I was very happy to show off Camden. And Dennis to the friends and family he hadn't met yet.
Oh and Camden really really really does NOT like the ocean! We went to the beach and she loved the sand and everything but when I tried to take her to the water she just freaked out.
Well other than that... Dennis got another tattoo and I got a massage. We went to the Arch, walked around the museum underneath, took a carriage ride, and had a relatively good time. Of course I was stressed out though...
On the way home the east coast was having some pretty bad weather. Our first flight was delayed on Tuesday so we would end up missing our connecting flight. This was no good since they told us that there wouldn't be another flight for 3 days! We ended up staying in St. Louis for an extra day. We ended up going to Charlotte instead and they also had bad weather! But atleast we had a flight! We sat in the plane for 2 hours waiting on the weather to clear up. 2 HOURS. I had the tallest man in the world sitting in front of me so I had no space. It was bad.
But all in all, we're home, we're happy, we're jet lagged!
Well, we had another family emergency which took us back to St. Louis MO. We were back home for 20 days. In that time frame we went to a funeral, traveled to the east coast, saw a graduation, drove back (17 hours!!!), stayed in STL for a few more days and left. But not before our flight was delayed causing us to miss our connecting flight from DC to Frankfurt. We ended up staying in MO for a day extra. Let me break this down a little further...
So we get some pretty horrible news on D's side of the family. We weren't sure if we were even going to make it home since D was supposed to leave after the 4day weekend. We found this out Thursday morning and we were on a plane Friday morning. But of course not without some issues.
I had plans to go with my good friend to a special dinner. I couldn't cancel on her in such short notice so I still went. We ate, we laughed, we had a good time. That is until about 20 minutes before we left! I got terribly sick and asked if we could leave as soon as possible. I kid you not, as soon as I was in my house and took my clothes off I was in the bathroom throwing up! I came down with food poisoning and was praying that I would be better for our 6am flight the next day. Needless to say I got no sleep that night and if I did it was brief and only in half hour increments. Basically I was sick up until about 2:30am and we left the house at 3am. It was terrible :(
So once we got to STL, we found out that the airport had left our bag (D's and mine) in Chicago!!! So all we had was Camden's clothes and our carry on, which I was smart enough to pack extra clothes in and our toiletry bag. I would normally not do this but since I had been so sick the night before I didn't want to risk puking on myself and not having anything else to wear. Also I was wearing my glasses because I was so tired so I needed my contacts as well. Unfortunately for me, I only packed sweat pants! And when we arrived it was in the high 80s!!! Unfortunately for Dennis, he didn't listen to me about packing extra clothes... Lucky for us, there was another flight coming from Chicago that night! So our bag would be patiently waiting for us at his aunt and uncle's house :).
Camden did great on the plane by the way. But I have noticed that it's easier to travel the younger the child is. Camden was much more restless this time versus 4 months ago. Since she's mobile now all she wants to do is crawl around and check things out. The plane was so crowded and honestly I'm completely grossed out by carpets on planes so she had to deal with sitting in our laps.
The first full day back we went to the zoo. This is not ideal considering I was so sick. I was dehydrated, tired, hot, just plain miserable. But I was able to hold on for 2 hours. I will say that flying does dehydrate you so I was pretty bad off. I'm a little upset that we only got to see a few things and that we weren't able to make it back. If you are ever in St. Louis definitely go to the zoo! And to all the museums of course :). Because a lot of it is free.
After a few days of being back home Camden was officially crawling. She started sitting up by herself Thursday (the day before we left).
What else... Oh yes, we went to North Carolina to see my sister graduate as well! It was wonderful :). We spent a week there. I really didn't do much. Of course I saw some good friends, spent some much needed time with family, and relaxed. Sort of... I was pretty stressed out the whole trip because I had been so sick, the reasons why were there, Camden and jet lag (baby jet lag sucks by the way...), and plenty of other reasons! But I was very happy to show off Camden. And Dennis to the friends and family he hadn't met yet.
Oh and Camden really really really does NOT like the ocean! We went to the beach and she loved the sand and everything but when I tried to take her to the water she just freaked out.
Well other than that... Dennis got another tattoo and I got a massage. We went to the Arch, walked around the museum underneath, took a carriage ride, and had a relatively good time. Of course I was stressed out though...
On the way home the east coast was having some pretty bad weather. Our first flight was delayed on Tuesday so we would end up missing our connecting flight. This was no good since they told us that there wouldn't be another flight for 3 days! We ended up staying in St. Louis for an extra day. We ended up going to Charlotte instead and they also had bad weather! But atleast we had a flight! We sat in the plane for 2 hours waiting on the weather to clear up. 2 HOURS. I had the tallest man in the world sitting in front of me so I had no space. It was bad.
But all in all, we're home, we're happy, we're jet lagged!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Hitting a wall.
Hmmmm... Well the past few days have been interesting. Sunday Dennis woke up with a bump on his leg that looked like an ingrown hair- no big deal, pull the hair out, pop it, go about our life. Monday comes and the bump as grown bigger, has a nasty looking scab on it and there's a red ring around it the size of my fist. No big deal, poor alcohol on it, air it out, go about our life. Monday night comes and he strips out of his uniform and shows me his leg where it now has moved down half of his fricken THIGH! The bump is now the size of my fist and the ring around it has grown half way down his leg. He is hot and doesn't feel well. We go to the ER somewhere between 7:30-8.
It takes the doctors 2 hours to even put him in a room and then another half an hour to an hour to look at the bump. They tell him they are going to cut into it and try to drain it. Dennis has MRSA. When he layed down on the little bed in the room his fever got worse, he felt sick to his stomach, and dizzy. GREAT. His leg is badly infected and the doctors are taking their fucking time. Lets just put it this way- if he had waited any longer to go in, he would have been hospitalized. We were in the ER until 2am. He is on antibiotics and pain killers. They cut into his leg and stuffed it. He now has to go in every day to get his dressings changed out.
By the way, when I say "red ring" I don't mean that it's just a ring... I mean the whole area is red. He has cellulitis (sp?). Which is very dangerous if it grows anymore.
Needless to say, I'm exhausted after going with him and then of course Camden. Why children must torment their parents with sleep, I will never know. I was excited that I was actually able to sleep from around 3 until almost 10. And that was after she woke up twice inbetween that time. I also had an appointment today and I had to run some other errands.
We are not getting along. I'm tired, Dennis is tired, we are at each others throats about everything. Ugh, maybe a public blog is not the place to be talking about this so I'll skip the fighting.
Dennis and i were talking about the people that live here and how we wish we had friends that had nothing to do with the military at all. Oh how I wish for that... Army wives are not my ideal friend to vent to. First off, they love to spread rumors. Second off, this includes YOUR personal business. Third off, some of them are just down right bitches. I wish I had normal friends to vent to. I wish I had friends that were my age that were married and had kids.
With that being said- yes I am holding a lot in and yes I am turning hostile.
Good news though! I am officially back in the 130s! Go me :)
It takes the doctors 2 hours to even put him in a room and then another half an hour to an hour to look at the bump. They tell him they are going to cut into it and try to drain it. Dennis has MRSA. When he layed down on the little bed in the room his fever got worse, he felt sick to his stomach, and dizzy. GREAT. His leg is badly infected and the doctors are taking their fucking time. Lets just put it this way- if he had waited any longer to go in, he would have been hospitalized. We were in the ER until 2am. He is on antibiotics and pain killers. They cut into his leg and stuffed it. He now has to go in every day to get his dressings changed out.
By the way, when I say "red ring" I don't mean that it's just a ring... I mean the whole area is red. He has cellulitis (sp?). Which is very dangerous if it grows anymore.
Needless to say, I'm exhausted after going with him and then of course Camden. Why children must torment their parents with sleep, I will never know. I was excited that I was actually able to sleep from around 3 until almost 10. And that was after she woke up twice inbetween that time. I also had an appointment today and I had to run some other errands.
We are not getting along. I'm tired, Dennis is tired, we are at each others throats about everything. Ugh, maybe a public blog is not the place to be talking about this so I'll skip the fighting.
Dennis and i were talking about the people that live here and how we wish we had friends that had nothing to do with the military at all. Oh how I wish for that... Army wives are not my ideal friend to vent to. First off, they love to spread rumors. Second off, this includes YOUR personal business. Third off, some of them are just down right bitches. I wish I had normal friends to vent to. I wish I had friends that were my age that were married and had kids.
With that being said- yes I am holding a lot in and yes I am turning hostile.
Good news though! I am officially back in the 130s! Go me :)
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Awkward dreams create awkward moments.
You know those really really really awkward dreams that you have where when you wake up in the morning you can't bare to even look at the person or talk to the person that you just dreamed about? Thank God that most of the people I have been dreaming about lately all live on the East Coast- very very far away from me. And the only times that I ever talk to them is if, by chance, they are online at the same time as I or facebook (oooh thank you great computer person who created facebook....).
Well I am searching for a pair of nice gold shoes to go with my pretty dress for the ball that's coming up here soon. I think I found a pair. Only problem is that they are $90 and like 6 inches high and I might just break my neck wearing them. But what the heck, they're gorgeous shoes and you only live once right?! Plus they are crazy enough to go with my crazy dress (it's aqua, brown, and gold leopard print- verrrrrrrry sexy). Anyway, I found them and I am totally in love with them. My only problem is that they are online and I have no way of trying them on- booooo internet! Speaking of dresses and balls.... I seriously need to start working out if I want to look super sexy in my ultra sexy dress (and shoes- which I AM going to buy). I would hate to have flappy arms and ass for something this important. Because "every girl deserves to go to a ball."
So my last post was about Camden cutting teeth. Well I have an amazing picture to share of that tooth that is coming in. By the way, she's got another one coming in as well and has been super cranky, slobbery, and sleepy. It's very annoying at around 4am. But she's interacting more and more and she's a total attention seaker. Everytime someone smiles at her and talks to her she gives them the biggest cheesiest baby grin ever. Very adorable. Which then, of course, produces all the "awwwws" and giggles. My child is going to be a heartbreaker when she grows up, God help me.
We're moving at the end of next month! I'm torn between being excited and not because this means less space than we have now. But it also means I'll have a bigger kitchen and Camden will be seperate from us! Hopefully this means more sleep for everyone. Less space meaning no guest bedroom- boooooo. Also we won't have our own fenced in yard. But this means we'll HAVE to take Roxy for walks (poor dog...). We will still only have one bathroom though (shoot me now).
BUT! Moving on base means no more bills! Like water, electric, heating oil (NEVER buy a house with heating oil, it's fucking expensive!), trash, sewage, ummm is there anymore that I'm forgetting? Oh yeah, RENT. Our rent is ridiculous. It ranges anywhere from $1100-$1400 depending on the exchange rate. Our rent is 915-ish euro. But we get a decent sized house AND the army pays for it. Now we won't have to worry about it for the next 2 years atleast. Plus I can paint :D. I'm thrilled about painting my house. And decorating. Oh yeah and I won't have to clean so much because there'll be less room :D.
Speaking of moving though... We're currently in the process of trying to sell one of the loveseats and the subaru. Dennis decided that it was a great idea to buy a car right before Christmas leaving us in a bind for having a wonderful Christmas this year. We pulled through needless to say but it was also around the time of our anniversary and Dennis' birthday. The loveseat was bought when we first moved here and is great. I love it buuuut we're not going to have very much room and I would much rather have a rocker for the nursery instead of a fucking couch. Gay gay gay. The car is $400 and the couch is $300. That's what we're hoping to sell it for atleast. Since I posted the items, I have had about 10-12 offers on the car and 1 for the couch! Yaaay, lets hope they are gone soon!
In other news...... Hmm... There really isn't much else going on!
Well I am searching for a pair of nice gold shoes to go with my pretty dress for the ball that's coming up here soon. I think I found a pair. Only problem is that they are $90 and like 6 inches high and I might just break my neck wearing them. But what the heck, they're gorgeous shoes and you only live once right?! Plus they are crazy enough to go with my crazy dress (it's aqua, brown, and gold leopard print- verrrrrrrry sexy). Anyway, I found them and I am totally in love with them. My only problem is that they are online and I have no way of trying them on- booooo internet! Speaking of dresses and balls.... I seriously need to start working out if I want to look super sexy in my ultra sexy dress (and shoes- which I AM going to buy). I would hate to have flappy arms and ass for something this important. Because "every girl deserves to go to a ball."
So my last post was about Camden cutting teeth. Well I have an amazing picture to share of that tooth that is coming in. By the way, she's got another one coming in as well and has been super cranky, slobbery, and sleepy. It's very annoying at around 4am. But she's interacting more and more and she's a total attention seaker. Everytime someone smiles at her and talks to her she gives them the biggest cheesiest baby grin ever. Very adorable. Which then, of course, produces all the "awwwws" and giggles. My child is going to be a heartbreaker when she grows up, God help me.We're moving at the end of next month! I'm torn between being excited and not because this means less space than we have now. But it also means I'll have a bigger kitchen and Camden will be seperate from us! Hopefully this means more sleep for everyone. Less space meaning no guest bedroom- boooooo. Also we won't have our own fenced in yard. But this means we'll HAVE to take Roxy for walks (poor dog...). We will still only have one bathroom though (shoot me now).
BUT! Moving on base means no more bills! Like water, electric, heating oil (NEVER buy a house with heating oil, it's fucking expensive!), trash, sewage, ummm is there anymore that I'm forgetting? Oh yeah, RENT. Our rent is ridiculous. It ranges anywhere from $1100-$1400 depending on the exchange rate. Our rent is 915-ish euro. But we get a decent sized house AND the army pays for it. Now we won't have to worry about it for the next 2 years atleast. Plus I can paint :D. I'm thrilled about painting my house. And decorating. Oh yeah and I won't have to clean so much because there'll be less room :D.
Speaking of moving though... We're currently in the process of trying to sell one of the loveseats and the subaru. Dennis decided that it was a great idea to buy a car right before Christmas leaving us in a bind for having a wonderful Christmas this year. We pulled through needless to say but it was also around the time of our anniversary and Dennis' birthday. The loveseat was bought when we first moved here and is great. I love it buuuut we're not going to have very much room and I would much rather have a rocker for the nursery instead of a fucking couch. Gay gay gay. The car is $400 and the couch is $300. That's what we're hoping to sell it for atleast. Since I posted the items, I have had about 10-12 offers on the car and 1 for the couch! Yaaay, lets hope they are gone soon!
In other news...... Hmm... There really isn't much else going on!
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