Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Photo Cheat

The last two weeks have been crazy busy - this past Sunday was my first day off since my honey flew away on the 14th! 11 straight working days does not a good blogger make. However, I've been able to keep up with the other blogs better, since their content involves more photos. So, in that vein, I decided to pop a photo up here and call it a blog post.

I was recently going through our wedding photos (for posts on Wer ond Wif, of course). I picked out both black & white ones that I liked and ones that made me go "bwahahahahahaha." This photo covers both bases. It was taken during Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody," a song with which half of the wedding party has a special relationship (see here and here for more illumination). I believe this is the part that goes, "No, we will not let you go!" My husband does it very convincingly. :)

Wednesday, September 15, 2010


Well, Justin left on Tuesday morning for a couple of months training stateside, followed by a ten-month deployment overseas. Le sigh. The house feels empty - even with a dog and a fish and five houseplants and many boxes yet to be unpacked.

I've known about this deployment for as long as we've been dating, as his battery received notice of the possibility two years ago. Our two-year dating anniversary is on the 24th. So I've always known he might go. And it sucked, but I got used to it being a vague thing, somewhere in the future.

Then, the planned deployment date forced us to change our wedding date and that sucked. But, we got over and through that hiccup and the deployment still seemed like just a thing, over there somewhere, not HERE.

But now he's gone. It's weird. I know I'll get more used to it as we go, but it's startling right now. He's not here to greet me when I get home from work. He's not here to pour coffee into my travel mug in the morning and send me out the door with a kiss. He's not here to help manage the crazy dog. ;)

I've always been fairly independent and I lived alone for many years. I'm sure I'll be able to handle the alone-ness of it all better than some, but I keep thinking that this is more temporary than it is. He's been away for a week or more before with army stuff - he'll be home soon, I can't help thinking. Of course, he won't be, but my body/brain/heart keeps expecting him there to fill the empty space on the couch, in the car, at the table, in the bed. It's weird.