According to my Donut of Misery*, we're already more than 10% done with the deployment! As such, I've finally decided to put away the shoes that Erik left by the door.
*A Donut of Misery is an excel worksheet that shows the time left in a deployment on a pie chart. Pie graph = donut. Deployment = misery.
I'm gonna go work on Christmas cards!
Monday, November 24, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Nicholas Sparks Strikes Again
So a few months ago I tried to get Erik to go see Nights in Rodanthe with me. He resisted - rembering the production that was the night we watched The Notebook (as this was written by the same author), but as I recall he ended up agreeing to go. I felt guilty making him see another movie he didn't want to see (although, I sat through Batman, Indiana Jones AND that damn Zohan movie...) so we never did.
Well on Saturday, Nights was playing on post and I decided to test my independence and go alone. I've never been to the movies on post before so I don't know if this is common place but before the movie even gets started you have to stand for a Star Spangled Banner music video. And the video is of Tropic Lightning soldiers in Iraq. Oh that made my dang day. So I started to tear up then and pretty much never stopped.
This is pretty similar to what happened during The Notebook. For those of you who don't know, when I was in college I worked at a video store so I was able to rent movies before they were actually available to the public. Well, one weekend I went to Lawton to see Erik and brought along my early release copy of The Notebook because my DVD player was broken. Erik, still trying to make a good impression because we'd only been dating 3 or 4 months, agreed to watch it with me. Well in true Sheena fashion, I started crying about 20 minutes in and didn't stop until the movie was over. For 2 hours he sat through me sniffling, crying, eating candy hearts and repeating the process. It's a wonder I didn't scare him away. A couple weeks later was Valentines Day - he gave me my own copy of the move, and a DVD player, probably so I never had to put him through that again. Hah! Those days seem like so long ago right now.
In other news, it's been pretty chilly today. If you don't laugh, I'll tell the temprature. About 72 degrees. Seriously, I'm wearing my flannel PJs right now - when did I become so pansy?
Well on Saturday, Nights was playing on post and I decided to test my independence and go alone. I've never been to the movies on post before so I don't know if this is common place but before the movie even gets started you have to stand for a Star Spangled Banner music video. And the video is of Tropic Lightning soldiers in Iraq. Oh that made my dang day. So I started to tear up then and pretty much never stopped.
This is pretty similar to what happened during The Notebook. For those of you who don't know, when I was in college I worked at a video store so I was able to rent movies before they were actually available to the public. Well, one weekend I went to Lawton to see Erik and brought along my early release copy of The Notebook because my DVD player was broken. Erik, still trying to make a good impression because we'd only been dating 3 or 4 months, agreed to watch it with me. Well in true Sheena fashion, I started crying about 20 minutes in and didn't stop until the movie was over. For 2 hours he sat through me sniffling, crying, eating candy hearts and repeating the process. It's a wonder I didn't scare him away. A couple weeks later was Valentines Day - he gave me my own copy of the move, and a DVD player, probably so I never had to put him through that again. Hah! Those days seem like so long ago right now.
In other news, it's been pretty chilly today. If you don't laugh, I'll tell the temprature. About 72 degrees. Seriously, I'm wearing my flannel PJs right now - when did I become so pansy?
I can’t remember all the times I tried to tell myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass
-Counting Crows
Friday, November 14, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Happy Veterans Day!
As someone with 2 grandfathers that fought in WWII, it's hard for me to picture a veteran as anything other than an old man - nvermind the fact that my own husband has himself earned the title (twice-over, *sigh*). Its not a sacrifice I could make, and I thank God every day that there were and are men and women braver than I, willing to take on the task of fighting for our freedom. And along those same lines, I ask God every night to comfort the families of those who didn't get to come back home.
It's hard for me to believe this picture is just a couple of years old, and that these are some of the faces of Americas veterans. We appreciate you!
It's hard for me to believe this picture is just a couple of years old, and that these are some of the faces of Americas veterans. We appreciate you!
~~~
I'm so proud of you, E.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Am I a filthy sinner?
Yesterday my door bell rang and it was two ladies peddaling Jesus. I took their literature and went on about my day.
20 minutes later it rang again. A man offering to clean our carpets. I say "I don't have any carpet" (a lie, guess I should read the literature...) and he said "We can clean your furniture, or even your car upholstery". I said "No thanks" and he kept pushing and finally I was like "Don't waste your time, I said no thanks dude." Then he high fived me. Strange.
Then I went Christmas shopping. In bermuda shorts. Also strange.
Today I have many errands to run as Christmas seems to come faster here than on the mainland (or could it be that I have to ship things weeks in advance?). It's so very strange to feel like it's June and be staning in the Chrimstas section. BTW, the Christmas Section at WalMart is the Garden Spot. BUT the Garden Spot is a year-round thing here too. So think: aisles 1, 2, 3: Christmas, aisles 4-8: Fertilizer.
I sure do love the screaming Children and adults next door... If they didn't scream SO often, I might actually think something was wrong.
Off to get my day started! :)
20 minutes later it rang again. A man offering to clean our carpets. I say "I don't have any carpet" (a lie, guess I should read the literature...) and he said "We can clean your furniture, or even your car upholstery". I said "No thanks" and he kept pushing and finally I was like "Don't waste your time, I said no thanks dude." Then he high fived me. Strange.
Then I went Christmas shopping. In bermuda shorts. Also strange.
Today I have many errands to run as Christmas seems to come faster here than on the mainland (or could it be that I have to ship things weeks in advance?). It's so very strange to feel like it's June and be staning in the Chrimstas section. BTW, the Christmas Section at WalMart is the Garden Spot. BUT the Garden Spot is a year-round thing here too. So think: aisles 1, 2, 3: Christmas, aisles 4-8: Fertilizer.
I sure do love the screaming Children and adults next door... If they didn't scream SO often, I might actually think something was wrong.
Off to get my day started! :)
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
So
Erik finally told me where he hid (re: keeps) the batteries, so now I can show you Baxters Halloweenie shirt. You can't see it too well, because he hates having his picture made, but it's a skeleton and the red spot is a little red heart. He was so cute, too bad he had to be a jerk and ruin it...
So the above picture is of a spiral minaret and the building below it is a mosque which was built in about 850 AD. The minaret (from what I read about it) is believed by some to pre-date the mosque.
Erik called last night. I expected nothing less. Heh. He's been very busy, but he's doing well, which is great. He said that the other day the local mayor took a few guys to tour some old ruins as a going away gift to the unit that is leaving. The area he is in is a very historic, very holy area (of course, isn't all of it? Hah!) so I think this was an excellent opportunity for him. Here are some pictures from their excursion.
So the above picture is of a spiral minaret and the building below it is a mosque which was built in about 850 AD. The minaret (from what I read about it) is believed by some to pre-date the mosque.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Just Say No To Socialism in 2008
If you're looking for me tomorrow, you'll find me infront of my television. I'll be the one clinging to my guns and religion...
//update// I am so ridiculous, I can't sleep because I'm so anxious for tomorrow, and I have to be up at 5 to drive into Honolulu. Is it wrong that I want to call in just so I can sit infront of my television all day. THIS is the problem with living in a crazy different time zone. Well, the problem is me. The time zone just contributes to my insanity. I remember being this nervous when I was 16 for the 2000 elections. I'm at least 10x more invested now... I have got to find a way to go to sleep though. I'm out!
PS - If you happen to live in Garfield County (((Mom...))), Frank Lucas would appreciate your vote for Oklahomas 3rd Congressional District.
PSS - If you live in Custer County, I don't care if you vote for a rhino, just don't vote for Harold Wright. He owes me money. Seriously.
Excuse me,
but wasn't anyone going to tell me that I added hours on to the time difference instead of taking an hour off?
Remind me not to catch on fire around you people, you probably won't even remind me to stop, drop and roll.
Hah!
Remind me not to catch on fire around you people, you probably won't even remind me to stop, drop and roll.
Hah!
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Update on Otters
I've been getting some flack about the otter thing - especially from my mother, who I didn't know was such a friend of the otters. I wasn't *saying* otters were jerks, I was asking... I think I heard somewhere they had bad attitudes. How could something that cute be a jerk, you might be asking. Well, from what I understand, penguins (which in my opinion are the cutest of cute) are kind of jerks too. I think I'll watch Happy Feet this weekend. I just love when that little guy dances!
In other news, Baxter is becoming a rude ass. Not a dog whose ass is rude, but a rude, ass of a dog. When it was time to go into his cage this morning he jumped on the couch and I had to bait him off, then tonight he frightened the heck out of some trick or treaters this evening (of which I had many, thank you! I ran out of candy and had to turn my light off at 7:15 - of course that could be because all the ghetto areas on the island export their children to our side, thus making me sit in traffic for a dang hour) and so he had to stay in the bathroom while I was passing out candy - which is really too bad because I got him the cutest Halloweenie shirt. I took picutres before he was banished to the bathroom for barking at a vampire, though. I'm sure he's feeling attention starved, but dang! Erik thinks that he knows that the disciplinarian is gone so he's testing his boundaries. Well, he can test his boundaries while he sleeps on the dang floor tonight. We've spoiled him too darn much. Ugh.
And in not-so-related news, I am mourning the loss of daylight savings. (I am also mourning the loss of my sanity from the baby crying for the last HOUR down the street...) Did you know that Hawaii doesn't observe daylight savings? Well, I didn't. It makes sense, but it still sucks and here's why:
1. Everyone else does. Now I'll be 6 hours ahead of OK and 7 ahead of NH. 7 hours might as well be a whole day.
2. You might not know this about me, but fall back is just about my favorite time of year. I like nothing more than waking up early when I feel like I've gotten an obscene amount of sleep. Yes, I heart fall back. When I'm governor of Hawaii, we will observe daylight savings.
Tomorrow Baxter is going to the groomers and I'm going to putz around in town. Then Melissa and I are heading to see Changling. Sunday is church and then SALTAMBANCO! (A traveling cirque du soleil. Should be loverly.
But for now, I'm going to bed. I feel like I haven't slept in a month of Sundays. G'night!
PS - A year ago today we found out we were moving here. Could someone please tell me where the heck the time is going? Hmm. This time last year I was praying for time to slow down, and now I'm praying for the days to tick by faster... Isn't it funny how we wish time away when it already moves so quickly?
In other news, Baxter is becoming a rude ass. Not a dog whose ass is rude, but a rude, ass of a dog. When it was time to go into his cage this morning he jumped on the couch and I had to bait him off, then tonight he frightened the heck out of some trick or treaters this evening (of which I had many, thank you! I ran out of candy and had to turn my light off at 7:15 - of course that could be because all the ghetto areas on the island export their children to our side, thus making me sit in traffic for a dang hour) and so he had to stay in the bathroom while I was passing out candy - which is really too bad because I got him the cutest Halloweenie shirt. I took picutres before he was banished to the bathroom for barking at a vampire, though. I'm sure he's feeling attention starved, but dang! Erik thinks that he knows that the disciplinarian is gone so he's testing his boundaries. Well, he can test his boundaries while he sleeps on the dang floor tonight. We've spoiled him too darn much. Ugh.
And in not-so-related news, I am mourning the loss of daylight savings. (I am also mourning the loss of my sanity from the baby crying for the last HOUR down the street...) Did you know that Hawaii doesn't observe daylight savings? Well, I didn't. It makes sense, but it still sucks and here's why:
1. Everyone else does. Now I'll be 6 hours ahead of OK and 7 ahead of NH. 7 hours might as well be a whole day.
2. You might not know this about me, but fall back is just about my favorite time of year. I like nothing more than waking up early when I feel like I've gotten an obscene amount of sleep. Yes, I heart fall back. When I'm governor of Hawaii, we will observe daylight savings.
Tomorrow Baxter is going to the groomers and I'm going to putz around in town. Then Melissa and I are heading to see Changling. Sunday is church and then SALTAMBANCO! (A traveling cirque du soleil. Should be loverly.
But for now, I'm going to bed. I feel like I haven't slept in a month of Sundays. G'night!
PS - A year ago today we found out we were moving here. Could someone please tell me where the heck the time is going? Hmm. This time last year I was praying for time to slow down, and now I'm praying for the days to tick by faster... Isn't it funny how we wish time away when it already moves so quickly?
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