Sunday, April 28, 2013

Wow!

No wonder it is so hard (and expensive!) to get organized these days!

The Craving

I've told the story before, of how The Mister and I both lived in the same exact small town in Pennsylvania, only he moved there and I moved to Michigan. Sigh. Ships in the night. Anyway, it still strikes us from time to time when we get talking about Inge we miss or remember, and it turns out to be the same things!

Flash was off to PA for spring break with his dad and all The Mister and I could think about was how to get him to bring back some of the things we missed most. Dealing with a not-so-amused teenager, we quickly narrowed the list down. We had to threaten, somewhat jokingly, that we wouldn't pick him up from the airport if he didn't bring back our request.

Much to our delight, he humoresques us both (but not the passengers that had to smell hot papers the whole flight!) when he returned hippo me with two sub sandwiches from Wawa!

I'm not sure which we were happier to see, Flash, or lunch!



He Does Know What That Implies, Doesn't He?

Dad and Judy went to visit a brewery in Wisconsin with kids and grandkids. Dad was thoughtful enough to bring a t-shirt back for The Mister.

Wait. My dad gave this to my husband?!?



Saturday, April 20, 2013

He is His Papa's Grandson

Returning home from the store with our new television in the back, Flash unknowingly brought up a conversation point The Mister and I had already discussed; the issue of our lack of curtains in our living room. (I still contend that curtains should be decided upon after couches have been purchased, but with the priorities in our home placing a new TV higher then new couches, we still lack any window treatments.)

"I don't think there are funds left for curtains now," The Mister explained to Flash. "We might just have to use black trash bags for awhile," he joked.

"We are NOT white trash!" I exclaimed.

"I think his idea would actually make us black trash, mom. Black trash bags...."

Oiy. As if weeks of my husband researching and talking about televisions wasn't enough like my father, now I have his sense of humor piping up from the backseat, too.

The One To Know

The Mister has been researching televisions for weeks. I don't know if it is because my screen has a titled image or because the sports stations are now making their score boxes so small that our old eyes can't read them, but The Mister had reserved some wedding gift money specifically for this purpose and was finally ready to purchase something new.

Finally home, but too cold to do anything outside, The Mister decided today was the day to go get and install our new TV.  We all headed along with him, me to give my stamp of approval, Flash to ensure all technical needs were met.  After promising that I really did love it, and that I was perfectly fine with us making this purchase, I wandered off to let the boys deal with the actual purchase and acquisition of the coveted item.

Looking back at the boys standing in line together, I saw The Mister look at me and then whisper something to Flash with concern.  I saw Flash look my way, chuckle and then assure The Mister with a shake of his head and a smile.

I learned later The Mister, seeing my look from several aisles away, appealed to the teenager, "Flash, I know you've been in this situation before.  Tell me honestly, am I dead?"  Checking my expression for himself, Flash was able to reassure The Mister that no, he was far from dead.  

It's true.  On both counts.  The Mister is certainly not in the doghouse for the purchase.  And the teenager would be the one to know.

Welcome Home!

The Mister was able to come home a day earlier than expected and arrived home from Green Bay around 5:00 last night. His trip was far from pleasant, with flooded roads and detours, but he arrived home safe and sound, ready for a cold one.

We were thrilled to have him home. I'm glad to have my best friend back. Flash was thrilled to see a pizza box in The Mister's hands. Despite the rough trip back, The Mister had stopped in Chicago and picked up a Giordano's pizza.

We enjoyed the pizza tremendously, but we enjoy having him home even more.



Friday, April 19, 2013

Hats Off

My hat, every single one I own, is officially off to all the military wives out there. I don't know how you do it. The Mister has been away for work for twelve days now. We still have one more to go (37 hours, but who is counting?) and I am a wreck. There are but two things that have kept my whining at a minimum: one, knowing that there are so many military wives out there who don't see their husbands for months, not just a days, and knowing how blessed we are with the job The Mister has. He has worked very hard to climb up a literally gruesome ladder (think: slaughter, butchering...) to get to where he is at. I am grateful. I swear.

But three months in to having finally married my best friend and confidante, I am far from amused with two week stretches of his absence. It doesn't help that he is stuck in Green Bay, Wisconsin in April (think:snow), or that it has rained every.single.day since he left. And it doesn't help that I know he will be gone again in three far-too-short weeks. Sigh.

My friends think I am crazy. Either they are wishing for a two-week reprieve from their own spouse, or they remind me I am not-so-far removed from my own independent single days. I see their point, at least the second one. Shouldn't this be a cake walk for two people who have been single for years? Some might even think this would be a tremendous help, a way to ease into married life for two independent people. But it is quite the opposite. Having been on our own for so long, having finally found someone we love spending our time with, having become quickly spoiled with daily conversations and nightly bed partners, we hold onto such things with a fierce grip. We know too well what it feels like without it.

We try, the two of us, to focus on the silver linings. The extra money has helped us do some spring projects that would not otherwise have been possible. We look forward to our vacation this summer. We are grateful for email, texting, FaceTime and free long distance calls. And it certainly makes us treasure the days we have when he is home.

For those of you who are separated for months; where a guarantee of a safe return is not promised; who have young children even - my hat is off to you.

For those who know me, for those close enough to know that God has been trying to teach me patience my whole life (and I am a poor student in this class), I promise to keep you apprised of The Mister's travel plans, so you know when to steer clear of me. I will be much better soon.

It sure goes to show how much I love, need and miss this man, that's for certain.

Come home, Chief.


...But I'll be lonely without you
And I'll need your love to see me through
So please believe me
My heart is in your hands
And I'll be missing you

'Cause you know it's you babe
Whenever I get weary
And I've had enough
Feel like giving up
You know it's you babe
Givin' me the courage
And the strength I need
Please believe that it's true
Babe, I love you

("Babe" by Styx)