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'...