Thursday, August 23, 2012

~* And I'm Keeeeyyyyy, Key Callin'...*~

(Sung to the tune of Tom Petty's "Free Fallin'").

Haha. Sorry, that put a little smile on my face.

I am a Key Caller for the FRG. I know, I know. FRG, ewwww. Whatever. I got involved with the FRG to stay in the loop, to make the hubs look good, and hopefully to meet people. I haven't met a lot of people, but it has kept me in the loop, and I hope it reflects well on the hubs.

Anyway, so I got involved a whiiiiiile ago, and now I'm kinda wishing I hadn't. Ok, that's not quite accurate. I have enjoyed it, for the most part. I am just feeling selfish. I was making my first redeployment phone calls...you know, the "hey, your hubs is coming home on this day at this time...". I got to be the bearer of good news, which should have been exciting and made me feel good. Instead, it kinda bummed me out. My hubs wasn't on that list.

It's not that I had expectations. I just didn't think it would be so hard to be unselfish. It flat-out sucks to be giving other people the good news they have been waiting for, while still waiting for my own. And, damn, you'd kinda think maybe people would be excited? Nope. It's been more of "oh, ok, yeah I guess I should grab a pen and write this down". WTF?!?! When I get my news, I'll probably cry tears of pure excitement. Until then, I'll just continue bringing the good news to people who don't seem to appreciate it. 


Monday, August 20, 2012

~* So Much To Do in So Little Time *~

Scratch that. Reverse it.

So little to do. Sooooo much time.

I got all the big stuff done. Groceries are stocked. The grass is cut. The liquor is bought. The bike has been started. The house has been cleaned.

Now, we wait.

I know I just posted about the waiting a few days ago. But really, that's all I do with my time. When I'm cooking or reading or watching TV or working, I'm really still just waiting. However, I did not exactly realize that there may be people who want to wait with me.

The hubs comes from a large, close-knit, Italian family. I come from a large, disconnected, dysfunctional Irish family. They talk and laugh and drink and hug. We don't. So, it just is not part of my nature to reach out with little pieces of information. I just assumed that when I talk to the MIL, word gets around. Well, you know what they say about assuming things, right. Right.

I got a Facebook message from one of his cousins today, full of questions, and I felt so freakin' guilty! I tried my best to fill her in on as much as I could, but now I'm wondering how out-of-the-loop everyone else feels and is it my job or his to fill them in?? I really don't know. I hope they don't all hate me for not keeping them up-to-date. I didn't do it intentionally.
" Don't place your better days in the future."