at least that's what my mom always says, and after she says it she says "I always say".
I'll come up with something and post soon(ish)...
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
The Price Of Paradise
I am so freaked out about becoming "leathery" while we live here (this fear also includes skin cancer; a fear which has been exacerbated by this season Greys Anatomy storyline of Izzy getting the cancer). For the first, oh say, 6 months we were here I loved going outside and soaking up the rays with my SPF 25 (slathered on only on beach days) - then I got a terrible sun burn where I couldn't lift my arms and I blistered. I have since dubbed myself the sunscreen Nazi. I'm always harping at my guests to reapply their sunscreen, that they don't realize how strong the sun is, especially when the trade winds are blowing. And most of them don't listen, and most of them end up crispy, and then so they don't ruin their beach vacation they go back to the beach and get crispier. Yes, I was that girl too (what else can you do when you're unemployed in Hawaii besides go to the beach?) until I realized if I didn't stop it I'd end up looking like Leatherface (whose picture I wish I hadn't just googled because now I'm kinda freaked out).
I work with a few other Caucasian folks that have lived here for years and years and unfortunately, most of them have fared to well in the fight against aging, on the other hand, I work with one lady who was born in OK and her skin looks great! (I should find out her secret). I just don't want to have come here at 24 and then leave in 5 years only to look like I'm 44. So now I don't even go out of the house without SPF 30 lotion on and SPF 40 moisturizer on my face (and SPF 15 in my makeup and my chap stick). And I'm starting to wonder if 25 is too young to start anti-wrinkle cream.
I work with a few other Caucasian folks that have lived here for years and years and unfortunately, most of them have fared to well in the fight against aging, on the other hand, I work with one lady who was born in OK and her skin looks great! (I should find out her secret). I just don't want to have come here at 24 and then leave in 5 years only to look like I'm 44. So now I don't even go out of the house without SPF 30 lotion on and SPF 40 moisturizer on my face (and SPF 15 in my makeup and my chap stick). And I'm starting to wonder if 25 is too young to start anti-wrinkle cream.
It doesn't matter
how many times I watch TITANIC, I still bawl like a baby when its sinking. Like I don't know how it ends...
Thursday, June 4, 2009
2 Years Already...
So the other night we were on skype and the conversation went as follows:
Sheena: Can you believe you've been home for almost two years?!
Erik: Um.. I haven't...
But this deployment seems so different from the last, it's hard to call them by the same name. Don't think I'm cold-hearted. All I'm sayin' is that getting to talk on skype nearly every night (which is AMAZING, by the way - we are really lucky) is a far cry from 20 minute phone calls once or twice a month for 16 frickin' months. Besides, in the nearly 5 years we've been together we've spent a grand total of probably about 18 months together in the same place, so what do you think is the norm for us? That's right, separation bridged by phone calls. Not that that a deployment could ever be on par with him being safe and sound hanging out at his apartment in Carthage, I'm just making a point.
At any rate, the picture below still really moves me and portrays one of the very best moments of my life *cue cheesy music* You will likely find me thinking about this day every June 4 for a very, very long time.
Sheena: Can you believe you've been home for almost two years?!
Erik: Um.. I haven't...
But this deployment seems so different from the last, it's hard to call them by the same name. Don't think I'm cold-hearted. All I'm sayin' is that getting to talk on skype nearly every night (which is AMAZING, by the way - we are really lucky) is a far cry from 20 minute phone calls once or twice a month for 16 frickin' months. Besides, in the nearly 5 years we've been together we've spent a grand total of probably about 18 months together in the same place, so what do you think is the norm for us? That's right, separation bridged by phone calls. Not that that a deployment could ever be on par with him being safe and sound hanging out at his apartment in Carthage, I'm just making a point.
At any rate, the picture below still really moves me and portrays one of the very best moments of my life *cue cheesy music* You will likely find me thinking about this day every June 4 for a very, very long time.
See you and me have a better time than most can dream
Have it better than the best
So we can pull on through
Whatever tears at us, whatever holds us down
And if nothing can be done
We'll make the best of what's around.
-DMB
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