Saturday... what a day...

I finally did get that first phone call last Sunday evening- and it kinda sucked. DH got to talk for exactly five minutes, complete with 50 other guys in the background trying to talk to their families as well and a TI hollering out remaining minutes. So... yeah. It was bittersweet and I cried when I hung up because it just made me miss him so much more.

This work week pretty much flew by with absolutely nothing happening since school is out and there weren't too many people on campus. Fast forward to this afternoon when I received my second call. Imagine my surprise when we got to talk for 15 whole minutes this time! It was so much better without the pressure of him hanging up so soon. Unfortunately my phone was acting up and we spent half the time repeating everything because he couldn't hear me. :( I was scrambling around the house trying to find somewhere (anywhere, for the love of God!) with better signal. I ended up outside sitting on the hood of the car.

Anyway, DH informed me that he is the guidon for his squad. I'm so proud, it means he gets to march up at the front of the formation next to the commander! Plus, it will make it so much easier for me to spot him at Graduation if he is still doing that job. He's honored to have the position but he says that it's quite a workout because the flag is hella heavy. He also got Warhawk in his first run even though he didn't run his hardest at all.... my hubby is a distance runner so the AF run is a cakewalk for him. He is now determined to break the BMT record before he leaves, which is just like him!

Talking to him was really the high point of my day. The only other thing I did today was go to Wal-Mart to buy two things (Really? Did I really think I would get out of there with only two things??) and leaving with a cart full of clearance items. I made the mistake of walking down that clearance aisle and they had all kinds of jewelry making stuff on sale. I ended up getting a pack of assorted glass beads, a pack of wood and shell beads, two accent/centerpiece charms, two rolls of beading wire, magnetic clasps, claw clasps, and an earring set. I spent the rest of the afternoon making a pair of earrings only to figure out once I'd finished that I don't really like the way they look on my ears. Oh well, so much for a first try.

A Worthwhile Weekend

It seems I've made it through another weekend. This one was actually pretty great, though. On Friday I got a card in the mail from DH's Grandma officially welcoming me into the family, which was soooo sweet of her. I also got a book in the mail- "Married to the Military: A Survival Guide for Military Wives, Girlfriends, and Women in Uniform". I haven't read a lot of it yet but it seems to be a pretty good resource for the girl who is brand new to military life. No mail from hubby yet, but I am remaining optimistic. Maybe I'll even get a phone call soon!

This weekend a few friends also came into town. An old friend, A, who has been known to be the key to my sanity sometimes, came over to not-celebrate his birthday. We had dinner, drank some beer, and played Wii Sports. That, my friends, is what I call a good time. My friend L graduated on Saturday with her Master's degree, so of course she was a part of the dinner/beer/Wii evening as well. Finally, J, who was DH's roommate freshman year of college and still remains a great friend, came into town with his fiance. We got to hang out last night and they took me to Aladdin's Sheesha Cafe to sample my first hookah. That was definitely a lot of fun- their friends are crazy!

So now here I am on Sunday afternoon, lazing around and wondering whether I really want to do that load of laundry. It depends if I want to be extra creative in putting together outfits for work all week. Hmm, creativity is always good. :) I'm also reading House of Night Book 7, "Burned", which just came out. Guilty pleasure, it is. The writing is really quite kitschy and chock full of "teenage slang" which can come out just all wrong when it's written by a grown woman. I suppose that's where her college age daughter comes in. I wonder where she grew up though, because I don't know of too many teenagers who say "bull poopie". Ah well, I'm invested in the story now so I must press on. :)

Sitting next to me is another letter hot off the presses of my little hand to mail away to Texas. The only thing about that is my townhouse doesn't have an outgoing mail slot so I have to remember to take it to work and walk over to the nearest one. And memory has never been one of my strong suits. Patience, either, which is why I find it surprising that I'm holding together so well without any word from my hubby. Lord willing, it will come soon enough. So until next time, I'll just keep on wishin' and hopin'...