~ I hate to shop. I really do unless it's shoes. I love shoes. I could look at shoes all day. They're like a work of art. Other than that, I really despise shopping. That's one of the main reasons I shop alone. I just like to look nice. Since I like to look nice, I'm willing to shop.
~ I think I have Oprah feet syndrome. She says her feet always hurt no matter how comfortable a shoe is supposed to be. Any time I have pumps on, my feet hurt quick! I have like two pairs of shoes that I bought recently that don't hurt. I wanted to open mouth kiss those shoes for being so kind.
~ I do not sit down and eat with people I don't like. I just don't do it. It's one of my rules.
~ I'm very moody...extremely. I get it from my father. I used to try to deny my moodiness, but I've embraced it. The fact that I'm aware of it helps me to treat people better in my moods. Haha...but it's something no one should take personal. Everybody has their flaws. I rarely tell people my flaws, but that is definitely one of them. ;-)
~ I'm not big on socializing really especially in big groups. Some people think I'm stuck up. It's not that. I'm just not really super enthusiastic with people I don't know. It takes me a bit to get comfortable with people. Once I'm comfortable, you would never even remember how quiet I was before. lol
That's all for now....
~ Oh yeah...I believe in embracing who you are. That is all.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
I'm back....but I left too soon!
Is that me typing on this keyboard? Why yes it is! I'm overdue for a blog. I know it's been a while. I kept thinking I needed to write a message talking about how it felt to be back, but I just couldn't seem to take time to sit down and write...when I'd rather be clowning with my husband. We have been having a good time enjoying each other's presence after being away from each other 5 days short of 7 months. 7 months is a long time to be away from your home and the one you love. I know it now.
In the last month that I was in Afghanistan, I would wake up and think about how I would feel when I saw my husband on the flight line. Every day that thought would make me smile...and sometimes tear up. I can't even describe how it felt to get off the plane in NC and begin my journey across the flight line. I couldn't walk fast enough. I don't remember anybody I shook hands with. I was on a mission to get to love. I had been away from the people who truly cared about me for so long that I couldn't wait to get in the presence of a person who really understood me. I just remember walking past so many people. I remember thinking as I was walking that I had never made this walk alone. My husband was always with me before. I never had this sense of urgency that I had at that moment. We usually got off the plane together and joked about hugging each other and making a big scene, so we wouldn't be left out when the other Airman got to their families. Now I was one of them. It was dark, so I couldn't see faces. When I saw a figure shift, there was no mistaking who it was. I didn't see anyone else. I tried to keep my composure, so I refrained from running. My composure left as soon as I was in his arms. It was like I forgot all about Afghanistan in that moment as my happy tears flowed.
These last few weeks I spent at home were pretty much wonderful. The first time I was home by myself, I was a bit creeped out because I hadn't been by myself in so long. Other than that, it's been amazing to be home. And then the time came for me to go TDY. So here I am in Cali in the beautiful sun, and all I can think is it's like Afghanistan again. I know it's not Afghanistan, but it's like the same feelings. I'm away from home. I'm away from my husband, and I want to go home. I want to go HOME! I want to shower with no shower shoes. I want to walk around my clean house. I want to joke around with my husband, and I want to sleep in my own bed! In due time. I do plan to enjoy my time here in Cali, but in my heart I am a little sad. I wish I could've brought home here....and by home I mean Lou.
In the last month that I was in Afghanistan, I would wake up and think about how I would feel when I saw my husband on the flight line. Every day that thought would make me smile...and sometimes tear up. I can't even describe how it felt to get off the plane in NC and begin my journey across the flight line. I couldn't walk fast enough. I don't remember anybody I shook hands with. I was on a mission to get to love. I had been away from the people who truly cared about me for so long that I couldn't wait to get in the presence of a person who really understood me. I just remember walking past so many people. I remember thinking as I was walking that I had never made this walk alone. My husband was always with me before. I never had this sense of urgency that I had at that moment. We usually got off the plane together and joked about hugging each other and making a big scene, so we wouldn't be left out when the other Airman got to their families. Now I was one of them. It was dark, so I couldn't see faces. When I saw a figure shift, there was no mistaking who it was. I didn't see anyone else. I tried to keep my composure, so I refrained from running. My composure left as soon as I was in his arms. It was like I forgot all about Afghanistan in that moment as my happy tears flowed.
These last few weeks I spent at home were pretty much wonderful. The first time I was home by myself, I was a bit creeped out because I hadn't been by myself in so long. Other than that, it's been amazing to be home. And then the time came for me to go TDY. So here I am in Cali in the beautiful sun, and all I can think is it's like Afghanistan again. I know it's not Afghanistan, but it's like the same feelings. I'm away from home. I'm away from my husband, and I want to go home. I want to go HOME! I want to shower with no shower shoes. I want to walk around my clean house. I want to joke around with my husband, and I want to sleep in my own bed! In due time. I do plan to enjoy my time here in Cali, but in my heart I am a little sad. I wish I could've brought home here....and by home I mean Lou.
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