One Day Closer To You

I can't sleep. Truth is I haven't been able to sleep for the past few weeks and when I have, it hasn't been very well. I've had a lot of things on my mind and my heart. Things I have no control over, stressing me out. It's been busy in my life since April.  Danny started school to become an instructor at the School of Infantry East. It was a long nine week course. There were long days and longer nights. He had lots of homework and grueling physical training. And right smack in the middle of it, (well more towards the end) I went to Florida to house-sit for my parents while they went on a cruise. Once I got back, it was one thing after another. It seems never ending.  Recently, there have been issues from my past trying to resurface in my life. Things I don't want in my life anymore. (This is so hard to sit here and type.) I'm trying and trying so hard to make things work the way I WANT them to. There have been miscommunications and arguments. I've...

So let me begin this post by stating that yesterday was an extremely long work day for my dear husband. He didn't make it home until somewhere around eight last night, which meant he went to bed early and also meant he got to go into work a slight bit later this morning. Normally he's up at four or five, but not today. That meant that Sammy and I woke up around the same time. I'll try to shorten this somewhat, because I feel I could ramble on for hours today. Anyway, I bought some buttermilk a few days ago, in an attempt to perfect my biscuit making. I think I got it right this morning. I made most of them heart shaped because Valentine's day is drawing nigh. Here's the recipe I used. (I found it online a while back, but don't remember where!) 4 cups self rising flour 1 Tbsp baking powder 1 Tbsp sugar 2/3 cup of Crisco 2 cups of buttermilk. I usually half this recipe because I don't need a million biscuits around my house. Preheat the oven to 400...

The reason I started this blog was to help me pass time during the last deployment. That part is over and this blog served me well in voicing what was going on in my head. Although now that I look back at each blog I wrote, it seems so repetitive.  So mundane. Since I will no longer be needing this to help me count down until homecoming, I've decided instead of just letting it fall to the wayside, I want to keep maintaining it as long as I can. From now on, I'll probably be posting random stuff I accomplish. Meaning, I got a sewing machine for Christmas. I've been seeking the inner artist and homemaker in me. I'm slowly pulling her out of her lazy reverie.

Just a little celebration post. I lost 5 pounds so far this week. Water weight or not, I am five pounds lighter than last week! I feel better already. Oh another note of celebration, Sammy has now started potty training! YAY!

I've decided to lose some weight. I know some of you are thinking that it's a crazy stupid idea cause I'm so "little" already. I'm 145 pounds, but I'd like to lose 15-20 pounds. Losing that will put me at the weight I was before I got pregnant. I know some of my friends told me I look better (not so anorexic) since I put on a little weight, but it's all starting to collect into a muffin top and I REALLY don't like that. I started p90x cardio two days ago. Today is my third day. I stopped drinking soda on Sunday. I stopped eating candy and junk food on Monday. This is really kicking my butt. I'm feeling discouraged today because only a few people know I started p90x and I haven't gotten a ton of praise yet, but I'm going to stick with it. I'm doing this for me.

So it's finally hit me like a big ole mack truck hauling butt down the highway that this deployment is coming to an end. We're down to single digits in the percent AND actual days. Still can't tell you over the internet, but it's close. So close! The next thing you know I will be posting pictures. I'm so excited. Speaking of pictures, here are a few to brighten your day (or night as the case is now).

Today marks the tenth anniversary of the tragic unfolding of 9/11/2001. My first thoughts are wow, it's really been ten years. I remember I was in 8th grade when this event happened. We had just gotten back to Boone Middle School from our morning algebra class and were playing chess or checkers. It was a sad day really, but at the age of 13, I wasn't really AWARE, if you know what I mean. I was a silly child of sorts. I still didn't truly understand the loss or the impact this event would have on our nation for years to come. We truly will never forget the men and women who gave their lives both willingly and unknowingly. I think of today as a day to honor, remember and mourn those lives, but to also thank those who continue to serve. Our police, firefighters, EMTs, and military just to name a few, put their lives on the line daily to protect this country from enemies both foreign and domestic. Today is a day to thank all the people who helped pick up the pieces of our b...