PCSing

in about 6 short weeks we will pack everything we own in brown boxes, entrust all our possessions to some big brawny men in jumpsuits who drive a massive truck and make the long trek from delaware to florida.
6 weeks.
that's 42 days.
less than two months.
i haven't even begun to think about packing everything, i feel like we just were able to unpack everything from the wedding!

that being said, my bestest friend and her husband are coming to visit next weekend.  it's their first trip to delaware and i'm pretty excited to say the least.  not that she will care, but i've been looking around the house noticing all the small things i want to fix up before they see our house.  all these details are just personal touches, not changes that actually NEED to be made to the house before we move.  nonetheless, i want it to be, well, perfect.

case in point.  for christmas, my parents gave us the matching nightstands for our bedroom set.  they didn't arrive until late april when fly boy was out on a mission.  i rearranged the room to fit the new furniture, but had to move fly boy's dresser.  i wasn't sure if he would like the new arrangement, so i didn't want to move all the picture frames, spackle and paint just to have to move it back if fly boy wanted to keep it the way we originally had the room set up.

this was late april...it's now mid july...
the furniture was kept the way i moved it.
and i still haven't moved the picture frames.

every morning, i look at it, and think, i really need to move those before karina gets here.
have i done anything?
nope.
she gets here in five days.

i am considering making sweetly asking fly boy to move them this week.
6 weeks before we move.
which means we will have to spackle and paint this week, then again in 6 weeks when we move.

 

ridiculous, right? (the pictures, not me...)

and totally worth the extra spackling/painting.

wedding season

it's here.
i love this time of year.
the flower are in bloom, the trees take on the deepest green, and though it's cliched, love is in the air.

one of my dearest friends got married this past weekend.
it was the perfect wedding.

i'll let these few pictures do the talking....

congrats s&a!

my new shtick

doors.
taking pictures of doors.

taking pictures of doors in places that have some kind of meaning to me.

here is my first go.

cazenovia, new york.

when the cat is gone the mice will play

when fly boy leaves for long periods of time i go into "me mode."  i have a different schedule, different routine, even different priorities.  as i looked at the rather large pile of clean laundry in the laundry basket tonight, i started to think about the crazy/odd/down right weird things i do when fly boy is gone on long missions/deployments.  so just for kicks and giggles, i thought i would start compiling a list of said behaviors when fly boy is gone...

crazy things you i do when your my husband is deployed/gone for long periods of time:

1.  procrastinate doing laundry because there are some of his clothes in the hamper, and you know once you wash them you will only be doing your own laundry for the next however many weeks.

2.  leave said clean laundry in the laundry basket and not fold it for days because after you fold this laundry you will only be folding your own laundry for however long.  (this may or may not leave so many wrinkles in the clothes that you have to either iron your running shorts or wash them again.  you choose wash again because fly boy is the one who does most the ironing in the house.)

3.  leave all ironing in a pile in the closet for when fly boy returns.  also, avoid wearing anything that requires ironing because then you will just be reminded that fly boy is gone and the ironing is piling up.

4.  eat edy's slow churned cookie dough icecream for dinner. (i haven't done this one on this trip, yet.)

5.  let lucy sleep on the bed and try to cuddle with her. (even though she lasts all of five minutes before jumping down and spends the rest of the night sleeping on the bathroom floor.  also, note to self: lucy is not a sufficient cuddling substitute.)

i realize this is not in anyway shape or form an exhaustive list, it is a list in progress.  i will keep adding to it as the next however many weeks go on.

(these may or may not be behaviors i have noticed in the last, cough cough, 24 hours...)

beauty

reason #27

i love my husband.
for many many reasons.
reason #27 is his angry face.

fly boy isn't one to scream or raise his voice.  i call it "fly boy yelling" when he gets upset with me.
he also doesn't get angry very easily.
but apparently when he is trying to re-pot a tree in the rain, and i am obnoxiously taking pictures, he gets angry.

this is his angry face.
i love it.
and i miss it.

fly boy is out in the sandbox for a while, and tonight, on this lazy sunday evening, i find myself missing his angry face and his "fly boy yelling."

if fly boy were to come home right now, he would not walk into a kitchen full of dishes in the sink, unloaded clean dishes in the dishwasher or a laundry basket over over-flowing dirty clothes.  and he certainly would not give me this face.

mind you, i am not racing to get up and fix any of the said messes, but i kind of wish in the next five seconds he would walk through the front door, hug me, see the house and give me "the look."

crazy, i know.
but i miss fly boy.
and tonight, i even miss his angry face.

joy

i don't have much to say.

so i'll just let these few pictures from our easter trip to the delaware state beach do the talking...