Twilight

I picked up the first book for the flight here- and ended up reading half of it before I even left, so I bought the second as well, and finished both before I touched down in Frankfurt. Such a good series, Stephenie Meyer is an awesome writer. She really draws the reader in and makes you feel like you're a fly on the wall that can see and hear and feel everything-I actually ached for Edward and Bella, and their situation. When I found out there was a movie, well, I wasn't too sure. It takes some creative genius to create something that will hold true to the book. The trailer really has me hopeful, but I have to wait almost a month later than the US release date to catch it in the UK. I'm sooo excited over this- you don't even know. The only thing more exciting is waiting for the last 2 books to come.

In which I begin to question if it's REALLY worth the experience...

NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

For the love of all things that are holy, sacred to the American way of life, and at the same time, keeping me sane, WHY?????


I just found out that I can't watch House, Desperate Housewives, Fringe or CSI or any other American show over here. Not even online.

I think I might die. This is torture. And complete bullshit.

Hmm... I wonder if I can still buy them off iTunes. I'll get back on that one.


EDIT: For the love of all things holy, good, sacred and just downright keeping me sane and in touch with the motherland, I CAN BUY EPISODES ON iTUNES STILL!!!!!!! YEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!

I might just die of joy now. I sure as hell hope they're worth the $2.99 they're going for.

But who can put a price on sanity? Not I.

I don't feel like it.

I was making dinner tonight, when I casually asked SB if he still planned on moving the bed to the other bedroom like he had stated earlier.

His response- 'I don't feel like it right now'.

The whole reason for him moving the bedroom we're in now to the other bedroom is that the one we're in has a window that faces the street-with no curtains or blinds. There are lots of people that are out there at any given time. Meaning, I can't even get dressed in my own room without being seen by who knows how many people.

I felt like saying 'well, I don't feel like making dinner'. But I'd already started. So I continued, even though I'm the one who put everything up, unpacked most of it, did the dishes, swept and mopped (although he claims to have swept. haha), and now here I am, making your dinner, and you tell me you don't feel like it?

Well, guess what I don't feel like doing tonight....ha.

Nesting

Man, I am on a roll.

Might I add, my whole life to this point, I have NEVER been an organized person. Clutter ruled my life.

It's been 72 hours (or less, actually.) since I set foot here, and today the movers brought my part of our personal goods. From 9 till now, I have unpacked, washed dishes, put everything where it belongs (mostly...still sorting out the clothes), put new sheets on the bed, as well as a comforter, swept the parts of the house that I could move things in, and was going to mop until I realized my new, wonderful Swiffer WetJet was not complete out of the box- It needs 4 AA batteries.

Soldier Boy is off to the PX to get me my damn batteries. I want a SPOTLESS house tonight, dammit.

Not to mention, I need to light a candle again. He's started smoking different cigarettes (not that I liked the smell of marlboro lights...), and they smell like SHIT. And the smell gets EVERYWHERE. Ugh. Opening a window or 5- he's been gone like 10 min, and it still smells. It's making me sick.

SB is also pissed that I stopped him from taking a shower so he could clean out the 1/2 bedroom of his million and 2 ACU's, so I could throw boxes in there. This is my timeframe, not yours. Get past it.

The domestic part is coming slowly. The cleaning is good. I've got that. Cooking... well, I burnt the cheese and pepperoni on the pizza last night, but the crust/bread part was ok. German ovens confuse the hell out of me.

SB has taken over the laundry room and I have no clue what goes on in there. For some reason he is adamant that EVERYTHING be washed daily-no joke. Some times I wish he'd just act like a damn guy.

Well I'm off to get the Mac and cheese out for dinner tonight... lol.

I had dinner with some longtime friends, and fellow army family last night.
I must say, Ohhhhhh how I miss being in North Carolina.
Don't get me wrong, I still don't like that place much, but it was a different mentality. I'm sick of telling people here in California that my husband is a soldier because 9 times out of 10 I'm going to hear about how horrible he is and what he does is murder and oh did I know that he's a rapist and a baby killer?
Yeah, news to me... did you know he also kills bad guys? Hm. They don't like hearing that.
It was nice to sit down, relax, and just not think about much of anything. The kids were adorable and kept us well entertained, although a few times I was bracing myself for screaming and crying. I did get a book on decorating tips for the apartment. I can't wait to use some of them.
4 days left.

Something To Think About

War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.
--John Stewart Mill--

Ankle Problems

Just when things seemed to be looking up...life sticks it's foot out and trips you. Then drops a brick on your head.
Ok, so maybe not so dramatic, but the results from the MRI of my bum ankle came back. The tendons are fine. No tendonitis, no tears.
My ligaments, however, did not come out as well. 2 of them are torn, one completely, one almost completely, and I have an anterior impingement. Which reminds me, time for my drug cocktail. Too bad it's nothing stronger that 2 Aleve and ibprofen 800.
So, seeing as how I didn't sprain it in the recent past, I have a dilemma. The last major injury I had was in 2004, when I rolled it. I took 8 months off everything, did physical therapy, the whole bit, and was told it was fine. And 4 years later, here I am. However, now, the healing process has passed me up.
So, onto physical therapy again. Doesn't heal? Sucks for me. I'll be looking for a new career, most likely behind a desk.
I'm beginning to think God does have a sense of humor.