Pig's Ramblings

I can't wait to cuddle the shizz out of OldManHB over the upcoming Christmas exodus.  (MonkeyHubby had a photo session with him and our new camera for fun last night.  MonkeyHubby has some pretty good creativity when he's in the mood.)  But, nevertheless, this week has been a frustrating one all around, and HB cuddles would be an amazing respite right now.  A respite from the ups and downs of reclass orders dropping all around me while I find out that my status didn't get switched from a med hold to awaiting a reclass until yesterday.  Yes, that's right, yesterday.  29 folks got orders, and I will still be here forever.  I'm a tad frustrated.  But anxious and nervous all at the same time since this game of Russian roulette just got real-real.  Can you have this many emotions at once?!  So tired.  On a lighter note, I may not be amidst the 29 soldiers getting to leave C Co purgatory next week, but my roommate is.  So what does that mean?!  A barracks room to myself, for a little while at least.  Hopefully longer than shorter.  At least there's somewhat of a silver lining, right?!

Thanksgiving Weekend 2012

This past weekend was everything that I needed it to be.  Four days with MonkeyHubby, OldManHB, and Ogie.  Three sleeps in my own, plush, feels-like-a-cloud, king size bed, while playing cuddle-footsies with MonkeyHubby.  One big get together dinner with friends.  One good night out with just hubby, our favorite Cheddar's salad, and a decently priced bottle of wine.  One cheer-filled night in front of the Aggie game.  Whoop!  Two days of rambling about town and doing a tad bit of holiday shopping. (We bought ourselves this years Christmas present and it brings to you the beautiful pictures above.)  Ah!  Amazing weekend.  More than anything, it was four days to remind me that there is life outside of C Co 832D.  That one day, maybe far down the road, but one day, I will get that normalcy again.  I will get that daily love, and comfort, and completeness, that belonging.  It will all be waiting for me whenever this kidney stone of an experience called TRADOC finally comes to pass.  For now, 21 sleeps until Christmas exodus friends!

Pig's Ramblings

Do you ever have those days where your brain just won't turn off the negative commentary?  The kind that just keeps on and keeps on nagging you?  Two days until Thanksgiving and I'm swamped by annoyances, judgments  dismissals, what-ifs, why-mes, he/she's-so-stupids, and all that nasty mess.  I know lack of privacy and lack of sleep are making it just that much harder to sift out the bad and generate some good, too.  I keep trying to focus on finding some contentment.  Keep trying to revisit different happy-places: four-wheeling in the mountains, rainy day naps with MonkeyHubby, laying out on a beach somewhere, shopping (yes, shopping is a happy place when you don't have a budget to worry about), etc.  But everything here, in-the-moment, just seems to override and overwhelm what little good I can muss up.  It all leads me to the conclusion that we should have an off-switch for our brains.  A switch that when flipped leaves you a happy, zero-worried, innocent, naive bubble of a person.  A child in all wonderfulness of the word.  (I used to be able to sit and meditate and get some semblance of this desired state, but when you have a roommie, well, time to meditate just seems unavailable.  Maybe in the shower?!)  Either way, noon on Thursday needs to get here FAST because that's probably my best bet at returning to non-headache-filled sanity.  (Oh yea, did I mention that I'm pretty darn sure my crap-mood has been causing daily headaches?! Oh joy.)  Speaking of, it's time for ibuprofen.

Pig's Ramblings

Dear Monday, You're lucky that you're only three sleeps away from Thanksgiving!  Tsk, tsk!  Dear Weekend, For all of your cuddles, early bed times, mass amounts of hotcoffeestylecaffeine, early holiday shopping, and Carrabba's dinner, you were wonderful.  I only wish you lasted longer than two days, do you think you could make that happen?! Mmk, thanks.  Dear OldManHB, I love having your fuzzy butt to cuddle up to.  Even though you howled at the hotel and interrupted our dinner date, I still love you.  And I would say you're crazyspoiled, but the FURminator is worth every penny!  Dear MILPO, I'm excited and nervous that you have jobs open again for reclass folks like myself.  Ugh, I've got to get this out in the universe, please don't give me 91C, I really would prefer not to be an A/C repairwoman...

Pig's Ramblings

Dear Officework, You're usually a pretty decent distraction as the hours sloth by, but today, you are just adding to my annoyance.  Not enough busy tasks and too much intruding of my personal bubble.  Yes folks, that's right, at the age of 26 I still feel like my kindergartner's personal bubble should be religiously respected.  Actually, there should be different levels of bubbles.  Some people should stay way far away, and others, whom I like, may come a tad closer.  Dear Lunch Excursion, You are the best thing that has happened to me this week thus far.  (I think.  I can't quite remember much of what has happened this week, honestly.)  You made it possible for me to enjoy a sushi lunch.  Yum nom nom!  Dear MonkeyHubby, The more and more I listen to other 'men' your age have generic conversations, the more grateful I become for your intelligence and maturity.  Seriously.  You have your childish moments (thank you Army Infantry), but at the heart of it all, you're a well-rounded, intelligent, loving, respectful, mature man.  THANK GOD.

Pig's Ramblings

Dear Wednesday, You should be Friday.  Dear Creativity, You seem to have gone missing lately.  My brain feels like a blur of blah.  Maybe it's because I've been reading more for escapism than for an actual brainworkout lately.  Time to change that.  I will be working on picking up some new books to spark my synapses.  I've picked up I, Lucifer and it's quite interesting.  The vocabulary is ahhmazing and making my brain hurt, in a good way.  More to come hopefully because this one's a shortie.  Dear Fancy Canon/Nikon Camera, You should magically find your way into my hands.  I want to take big beautiful pictures that wow and amaze.  Dear Thanksgiving, You are fast approaching and that makes me happy.  I've been trying to refocus the negativesoulsuckingmood that C Co breeds towards gratitude in reverence of your coming, but it's been hard.  Maybe this weekend with the MonkeyHubs and HB will make strides forward.  Especially since after that it will only be three working days until your 4day weekend.  Dear OldManHB, You better bring your A-game when you come visit this weekend buddy.  There is a crowd of Army folks missing their own pups here who are dying to meet you, play with you, squeeze your wrinkles, and stretch your ears.  I'd say I hope you're up to the challenge, but I know you bring smiles wherever you go!

Pig's Ramblings

Dear Diet, You have totally sucked me in this long weekend.  Hershey bars, honey buns, zebra cakes, chocolate chip muffins, pepperoni pizza, many, many, many DrP's later my stomach, both internal and external, are angry with me.  Hopefully that salad I picked up for dinner as a peace offering will get this new week started off in better fashion.
Dear Flu, You hung around way too long.  But I'm finally starting to feel better.  Although, you still make my head feel light and fuzzy.  PT should be an interesting adventure this week.  Sigh.
Dear Tulsa, You stole two of my absolute favorite veterans this past weekend.  (Yes, that's right, you caught it, a slight of hand mention of Veterans Day - Thank you ALL!)  But that's okay because Ogie and SPCJohnson had a great time, didn't spend too much money at the Tulsa Gun Show, and are bringing my absolute favorite hound back to NC with them.
Dear Friday, You can NOT get here fast enough!  Mainly because you bring with you MonkeyHubby and OldManHB, but you know, I'm excited for you!  Come faster, come faster!