I stopped blogging simply because I couldnt log into blogger..then today it worked. So here I am again. Did you miss me?
Since my last post I've gotten engaged, and Sandman and I are living alone in a house with no roomates. I've had 11 roomates since I went to college in 2000. It's nice being alone. And it's the simple things that make it so nice like having the kitchen to myself when I cook or having complete control over the thermostat.
Matt graduated boot camp Jan. 19th and before I could blink I had a beautiful ring on my finger and I was saying goodbye again. I dropped him off at Camp Geiger the first week of February for his combat training. I havent heard a word from him since...not by choice. The Marines tend to cut off communication with the outside world when they are instructing their boys how to throw a grenade or shoot a rocket launcher. I know there's a reason for everything they do but sometimes I just miss the sound of his voice. He graduates from combat training school March 6th only to get on a plane and fly to Mississippi where he will be for 8 more weeks training for a job in Aviation supply. I think sometime in May we will know where he will be stationed.
It could be anywhere.
I've tried to get excited about the wedding but it's hard when I cant set a date.
Everything revolves around a date.
So I'm waiting and trying to adapt to the military lifestyle which quite frankly seems pretty close to hell at times. But then on those days when I curse the Marines for making me be second in his life instead of first, I think of all the wives who havent seen their husbands in 5+ months because they're in Iraq. It can always be worse...at least my Matt is on American soil.
I'm taking a huge risk Sunday to see him. There's a window of time from noon until 4pm where they get "liberty" to go anywhere on base they want. Of course this free time can be taken away at any point if someone in his platoon does something stupid. That is why the trip is a risk.
So cross your fingers for me and I'll let you know how it goes.
Since my last post I've gotten engaged, and Sandman and I are living alone in a house with no roomates. I've had 11 roomates since I went to college in 2000. It's nice being alone. And it's the simple things that make it so nice like having the kitchen to myself when I cook or having complete control over the thermostat.
Matt graduated boot camp Jan. 19th and before I could blink I had a beautiful ring on my finger and I was saying goodbye again. I dropped him off at Camp Geiger the first week of February for his combat training. I havent heard a word from him since...not by choice. The Marines tend to cut off communication with the outside world when they are instructing their boys how to throw a grenade or shoot a rocket launcher. I know there's a reason for everything they do but sometimes I just miss the sound of his voice. He graduates from combat training school March 6th only to get on a plane and fly to Mississippi where he will be for 8 more weeks training for a job in Aviation supply. I think sometime in May we will know where he will be stationed.
It could be anywhere.
I've tried to get excited about the wedding but it's hard when I cant set a date.
Everything revolves around a date.
So I'm waiting and trying to adapt to the military lifestyle which quite frankly seems pretty close to hell at times. But then on those days when I curse the Marines for making me be second in his life instead of first, I think of all the wives who havent seen their husbands in 5+ months because they're in Iraq. It can always be worse...at least my Matt is on American soil.
I'm taking a huge risk Sunday to see him. There's a window of time from noon until 4pm where they get "liberty" to go anywhere on base they want. Of course this free time can be taken away at any point if someone in his platoon does something stupid. That is why the trip is a risk.
So cross your fingers for me and I'll let you know how it goes.
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