Time Stands Still

Before hubby left for the desert, I wondered how I would ever remember the time difference between here and there.

My guy is so sweet.

He brought home this clock that he kept on his desk at work, set it to Desert Standard Time, and gave it to me to keep on my desk here at home to help me keep track. (He's always doing things like this to 'square me away.')

At 5:17 pm today, my clock stopped.

AS IF TIME WEREN'T MOVING SLOW ENOUGH ALREADY!

Ironic story...

Someone far away asked me today, "What is the worst part of him being gone?"

My first thought was TIME... the days and nights go by too slowly... The calendar seems stuck on the same old month... The months ahead stretch on forever...

But then I realized, no... that's not the worst thing.

Worry.

I worry about him. Constantly.

Don't get me wrong.

I must sound like I spend all day holed up in my house pining away for my husband to return, with nothing to do but stare at the clock and the calendar.

No. I stay busy. My girls keep me busy with their various activities and my volunteer work is like more than a full time job at this point. I have a group of ladies I get together to scrapbook with at least once a month, neighbors who come hang out, and friends I meet for lunch or other outings. My phone rings constantly and there's always someone at the door.

I'm busy.

But no matter where I'm at or what I'm doing, whether I'm with friends or alone, whether I'm awake or sleeping, I worry about him.

I try not to read the newspapers. I try not to watch the news or visit the news sites. I really do. Honest.

But every now and then I'll get word of a story... and I just have to check it out. And then I worry MORE.

Little Treats

Hubby loves Slurpees, especially those gross Mountain Dew flavored ones.

So now, every now and then, the girls and I go out for Slurpees as a little treat... just for him.

Whoever invented these things... Thank you!

Another Monday?

So I'm looking into the face of another Monday...

Only does it really make a difference whether it's Monday or Wednesday or Saturday?

If it weren't for the fact that I have two school-aged kids, it would really all blend together. When hubby is home of course we can't wait for the weekends because that's when we can have him to ourselves! (For the most part anyway!) So for now... well for quite a while actually... we don't have those weekends to look forward to.

So I Googled my name and apparently...

"C... needs to be thanked."
Aww. You're welcome! For whatever.

"C... needs to go."
Um. No... not really. Notsomuch. I actually just "went" a little while ago. AND I washed my hands. thankyouverymuch.

"C... needs help."
Actually... if you want to wash the truck, that'd be awesome. Thanks.

"C... needs to tell her man to start talking."
I KNOW! I wish he would call me!

"C... needs to wear clothes on top of her underwear."
Well, last time I checked...

"C... needs the guidance."
Oh yes, Obi Won....

"C... needs some Frizz Ease."
Most days just a little conditioner will do, but yeah, when it's really rainy outside? Bring on the Frizz Ease!

"C... needs to stop wearing big girl clothes."
Dangit! Why didn't you tell me before the job interview?

"C... needs a brain transplant."
Uh. This is the first I've heard of it. I wish the doctor would have mentioned it at the last appointment. But I'm going to have to pass anyway. I hear those things actually kind of hurt.

:::Sigh::::
Sometimes silliness and sarcasm helps to lighten the mood.




Because DANG that's a LONG time when you look at it like that, isn't it??

Little Soccer Star

My youngest loves to play soccer! This season wasn't as much fun for her since Dad didn't get to be there for her games, but what a cool trophy!

I have to say that she's had a hard time adjusting to Dad being away. It's tough on her and she doesn't know how to talk about it. She is Daddy's Girl and now that he's not here to share everything with her, it's hard keeping her from internalizing all of her feelings. Don't get me wrong. She does know how to vocalize when she thinks her sister is doing her wrong! She can vocalize QUITE loudly when it comes to that.


44 more Fridays to go!

::Sigh!:: I miss him so. It doesn't ever get easier, does it?

The picture here: DH showing a "shaka" in a sand storm. He's holding a bottle of "blue glacier Gatorade." I've been searching all over for this powdered drink mix and can't find it anywhere. He LOVES it and wants me to send him some. So if you happen to run across it in your supermarket, let me know, won't you?

My Hero!

We sit in air conditioned comfort in our little island of Paradise. We enjoy all of the comforts we've grown used to and take for granted: cable TV, high speed internet, king-sized bed, lots of choices at meal time (including the option of dining out), private bathrooms, home phones and cell phones that work, wearing clothes we like to wear (not the same old uniform every single day), long showers or bubble baths, sand that generally stays at the beach where it belongs and doesn't find it's way into our house through cracks and crevices during sandstorms, security, quiet, peace, FREEDOM.



What he has sacrificed just to be where he's at is unimaginable.

He mentions casually that he killed a scorpion on his way to take a shower. A scorpion?! Yes - a scorpion. About 5" long, he says. He killed it with a rock. Me? I would have run screaming in the opposite direction. Of course, that's just an example why he's there and not me. :)

He works long hours. 6 AM to 9:30 or 10 PM. And still has enough energy to get online and send me a message to reassure me that he's still okay, dealing with unbelievably slow internet connections that are slower than dial-up. Slower than dial-up?! Is that possible? Apparently so.

I miss him so much.

CDW