Thursday, November 20, 2008

There is always one

There is always one person you have to hate during every stage of your life. Okay, maybe you don't have to hate him, but the person with the potential to be hated is always there. It may be a different person for each event, but there is always one. Right now mine is my Social Psychology professor. If I used phrases like cunt or ass clown or life-sucking bastard that is what he would be. But I don't use words like that.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Counting Down

So much to count down to! It is like everything is moving in slow motion while coming at me like a bullet train. In less than two weeks I'll be taking two finals. In less than two weeks I'll be stepping off a plane in Virgina as Ms. Janice Gatlin and, five days later, returning to Texas Mrs. Benjamin Bear. In less than four weeks I'll be turning in projects and taking two more finals. In less than seven weeks I'll be throwing a dinner party to celebrate, oh I don't know, the new year, Hava and Ryan's first baby, and MY NEW MARRIAGE. Can you believe it? I can't, but can you?

Counting Down

So much to count down to! It is like everything is moving in slow motion while coming at me like a bullet train. In less than two weeks I'll be taking two finals. In less than two weeks I'll be stepping off a plane in Virgina and Ms. Janice Gatlin and, five days later, returning to Texas Mrs. Benjamin Bear. In less than four weeks I'll be turning in projects and taking two more finals. In less than seven weeks I'll be throwing a dinner party to celebrate, oh I don't know, the new year, Hava and Ryan's first baby, and MY NEW MARRIAGE. Can you believe it? I can't, but can you?

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Emily!

On issuing good advice:
  "If it is slimy, stiff and has wet parts you won't want to put it in your mouth."

It's so wrong, but I couldn't resist

Sometimes kids say things that you know - you just know- is something you will never ever be able to say in mixed company as an adult. So, without further ado,per Emily:"If it is slimy, stiff and has wet parts you won't want to put it in your mouth."

Monday, November 10, 2008

Anything you want done right...

For the past two months my poor boy has been kickin' it with his fleet in Bahrain. Except for the heat and the massive amount of work, things there haven't been too bad for him. I mean, at least it isn't a war zone. Currently. But now it is time for him to come home. No really, the Navy deemed it so, not me. Sadly, all the important folk got on their convenient little commercial flights leaving Ben and the enlisteds to wait for an Air Force flight from Kuwait. They got all packed up and woke before the sun only to wait hours before finding out the plane was broken. Rinse and repeat times two. That is three flight manifests, almost a week of waiting around airports and hotels, and a bunch of anxious families waiting. Lucky me, Em and I are in Texas so his arrival in Virginia is not something our lives hinge upon. Still, I don't want my boy waiting for or flying on a broken aircraft. I want him stateside and I want it NOW. I realize it'll be Thanksgiving before I can actually get up there to see him (stupid University does not count "sex up my Naval Officer" as an excused absence - come on people! There is a war going on!), but I want him safe and comfortable. I tell you what; if the air force does not get that plane in the air this week I'll fix the damn thing myself.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

In less than three weeks I should be married. I say should because we are on a rather tight time schedule and any little hiccup will prevent a vow exchange over the Thanksgiving holidays. Still, all that is very good. My boy should be back "across the pond" by tomorrow night. It will be so nice to have only an hour difference between us instead of nine. Also, I can get back to calling him instead of just waiting waiting waiting for him to call me. Emily can also call him. How great is it she is in love with him? And he her. Most fantastic indeed. News Year Eve will be the "big reception." Emily will get to be there for that and she is super stoked. We got a really great venue with a talented chef, the photographer is a chum of mine from High School and one of my friends from the recently closed florist shoppe is handling the decorations. It's going to be so nice and really intimate - maybe 40 guests. Emily has been adorably involved in all outfit choices, menu tweaking, and input on the decor.

Yeah, I'm pretty lucky.

Time marches on

But time makes you bolderChildren get olderI'm getting older tooAnd do I ever feel it. Old, that is. Old, but good. Mostly good.In less than three weeks I should be married. I say should because we are on a rather tight time schedule and any little hiccup will prevent a vow exchange over the Thanksgiving holidays. Still, all that is very good. My boy should be back "across the pond" by tomorrow night. It will be so nice to have only an hour difference between us instead of nine. Also, I can get back to calling him instead of just waiting waiting waiting for him to call me. Emily can also call him. How great is it she is in love with him? And he her. Most fantastic indeed.News Year Eve will be the "big reception." Emily will get to be there for that and she is super stoked. We got a really great venue with a talented chef, the photographer is a chum of mine from High School (McCombs - its Tremayne if you still check this), and one of my friends from the recently closed florist shoppe is handling the decorations. It's going to be so nice and really intimate - maybe 40 guests. Emily has been adorably involved in all outfit choices, menu tweaking, and input on the decor. She is a great kid and I'm pretty lucky.The things that make life less than all good are work and school. At work the pay is good, the hours are good, most of the guys working there are good. The guy that isn't good is actually Ben's brother. He just lives in a different world with a completely different set of ethics. I showed up and now he's on his way out. Pretty much every time I show up his life goes to shit. I'm sure he loves me for it. For those paying attention this is Kimberlee's ex-husband. Yeah, THAT Kimberlee. School is the other source of suckage. My grades are less than stellar which means a May graduation may be less plausible than originally thought. It is just hard to stay motivated when half of one's professors are, well, they suck. I guess I got spoiled by all those enthusiastic, knowledgeable, overachieving professors I had in previous semesters. We'll just keep our fingers crossed that his semester and the next get completed.That means job searching and moving this summer! Yippee!!