tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24603041967789829862024-03-04T23:59:16.744-05:00The Army GirlfriendEllehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.comBlogger145125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-49878837585048233192011-05-04T22:33:00.000-04:002011-05-04T22:33:49.860-04:00Little LiarThere is a promotion up for grabs in my department at work, there are a ton of us applying. Keep your fingers crossed for me please.<br />
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I've never had to send the company and bosses I already work for my resume AGAIN. It just seems weird to be all extra formal with people I was just joking around with the other day but oh well lol.<br />
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So this weekend is going to be a nice change for me, CB and I are staying at my place!!! I finally get to have all the clothes, hair stuff, and make up I want, when I want, where I want!!!! He gets to be the one living out of a bag for the weekend, not that that is anything new for him lol. Anyways I'm thrilled.<br />
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I could have killed CB today though.... He told me he was quitting smoking so to support him I told him I would the day after him. So today I did not smoke AT ALL. I spent the whole day at work suffering but made it through successfully. UNTIL he called me after dinner. I told him how well I was doing and asked how he was doing and he nonchalantly responded fine. Suddenly it hit me, in the last 48 hours he hadn't said he was struggling once and wasn't even the slight bit moody like the last time he tried to quit....so I asked him if he had been dipping, which is when he broke out into laughter. I started laughing and cursing him instantly. He never quit, he spent 2 hours nicotine free, thats it! He had been dipping since he left Monday. That ass! Anyways we were both laughing so hard I had mascara running down my face. Good times, I lite a cigarette right away. FMLEllehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-74780161018196398622011-04-28T11:03:00.000-04:002011-04-28T11:03:35.793-04:00Sir Talksalot, my boyfriend's new boyfriendOut with Cece and in with Sir Talksalot!<br />
Sir Talksalot is CB's tour buddy I mentioned earlier, they've been together for 2 tours now and are really close. Overall he is a great guy and means well but I still have some major concerns about him.<br />
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First off he spent like almost his entire leave with us.... Not a fan. CB and I were really restricted.<br />
Before I completely start bitching about him I should clarify that I do understand he didn't want to spend him time alone on base, especially since him and his common law wife split up on tour and she's seeing another soldier. BUT I should also add he isn't completely innocent as he was "courting" a female soldier while they were away and has another girl out here where I am. Needless to say he is a mess, I understand him not wanting to be alone, but I hate that he uses CB's place as room by the hour.<br />
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He hangs out all day waiting for her to come over after work, so we are left entertaining him or not entertaining ourselves..., then she shows up super late... we all fake small talk for a little till it's time for bed and then go our separate ways. By the time we are up in the morning she is long gone and we again are stuck with Sir Talksalot while he sits around and wastes time to see if she will be able to come over again that night or not.<br />
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The upside to Sir Talksalot is that he keeps CB company while I'm at work, the downside...he doesn't SHUT UP! CB loves it because he isn't a talker, I hate it because he talks in circles and changes his mind every 4 seconds. He will talk real estate all day if you let him and if you don't then he switches to the "poor me, I love my wife but I like my new playmate too". He's literally telling me how he wants to fly the common law wife to Hawaii to purpose and as soon as he finishes that sentence he starts telling me how amazing and how much he likes the new girl. And the whole time all I can think is "hmmm, I wonder how much damage a plastic fork would do if I stuck it in my own eye to get out of this converstation? Fuck, he'd probably just tag along in the ambulance."<br />
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The reason I'm annoyed about him at the moment is I just got off the phone with CB and it turns out the 2 men have decided they are both coming down together to stay at CB's for the whole weekend and all 4 of us will watch the fight this weekend together like a nice big double date. Yay...?? I told CB to please only have him come in on Sunday as I would like to spend at least SOME time alone with him.<br />
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My other issue with this whole thing is, there is a new tenant moving in on Sunday. CB and Sir Talksalot need to realize that 1) he wont have the spare room to pimp out anymore, 2) the new tenant is not going to enjoy waking up and seeing another couple on the sofa every weekend, and finally 3) I'm not crazy about Sir Talksalot! <br />
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If I were the new tenant and I was told the living arrangements were suppose to be one way and all of a sudden you spring another couple on me, I'd bolt! And she can, she's only signing a month to month lease. I feel bad because I realize this will make it harder for Sir Talksalot and the girl but CB and I have enough things to worry about before I can start worrying about someone else's booty call.<br />
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The upside of the boys new found relationship is Sir Talksalot is teach CB a lot about repairs as they are both doing projects around Sir Talksalot's place. CB will be handy in no time lol.Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-74069881801617018532011-04-27T10:28:00.000-04:002011-04-27T10:28:57.187-04:00What a sad sad day....Cece is MOVING OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
I don't think I need to explain how excited I am! But my word was it hard to hide my excitement every time I saw a set of bags waiting to be carried out.<br />
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In true Cece nature the whole moving out process has been dragged out over a span of like 2 weeks. What would normally take a person 1 day to move some how has taken her 2 weeks. Whatever, she's still gone and I am as happy as could be. Unfortunately though she really is a piece of work and managed to piss CB off one last time before she left. As I've bitched about before, the girl doesn't pay for anything. CB simply asked her for 150$ to cover the last few bills, which is more than fair seeing as how really she owes WAY more than that. What did the lovely Cece respond? "Well it's not like you need my money, you make way more than enough....you can afford the bills." Okay so it's not a direct quote but that was the just of her response. WTF?<br />
What difference does it make how much he makes? Did you not live here for 8 months? Did you not run up the rogers bill and not pay it? Did you not benefit in a million other ways from his kindness and get him to pay for things he didn't need to?<br />
UGH so happy she is gone.<br />
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Well she pulled one last stunt that I have to blog about because it's simply hilarious. I guess she was the last one to buy toilet paper, CB and I didn't notice. We came home one night from stuffing our faces at a friend of the family and poor CB has to run to the washroom....To find no toilet paper.... ANYWHERE! She literally left like 4 squares in the entire house.<br />
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Well that's more than enough about her.<br />
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As for the rest of what's been going on....<br />
I wrote my finals, waiting for the results. No summer school.... I'm already lost.<br />
There is a new girl moving into the spare bedroom, we found her online and funny enough she knows one of the girls I work with very well so that's comforting. I'll post more about her later because the whole "interview a roommate from Kijiji" was something special lol.<br />
I'm still waiting to be promoted at work but it looks like it's in the works.<br />
CB is back at work and I am back at my moms house. Spent my first night alone last night, have I mentioned that I love my bed?<br />
CB's tour buddy spent like the entire leave with us....I definitely have some bitching to do about him.<br />
CB and I went to look at houses for fun, there was talk about our future.<br />
Wow I really have a lot to write about....Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-18663099914072874592011-04-15T10:35:00.000-04:002011-04-15T10:35:44.515-04:00Time fliesI know.... I suck at this lately! I realize I keep saying that and not changing but really there hasn't been much to blog about. Life has been simple and sweet and kinda boring.<br />
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CB has been home for just over a month at this point, he is going crazy with nothing to do in his days while I am at work. It's getting harder and harder to come up with things for him to do to keep him occupied, he's beaten countless video games.<br />
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His best time filler has been buying a second property, which he is currently at the bank signing the mortgage for. He has decided to become a real estate tycoon lol and has purchased his first rental property. I must say I'm pretty proud of him.<br />
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We sat with a financial advisor the other week, for 5 HOURS!!!! I couldn't even see straight afterwards. She was really helpful. It's cute though because now CB is all worried about my debt and what not.<br />
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"Well honey, you know, one day your debt is going to become our debt, we really should get a head start on paying it down." Too cute, that's a HUGE step for CB. So he has offered to lend me 600$ to pay off my best buy credit card and I'd pay him back monthly instead.<br />
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Our anniversary is just a couple months away and I have no clue what to get him so I am coming to you ladies for ideas. What did you get your men for your last anniversary or their birthday??Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-91049836335589193442011-03-30T10:02:00.000-04:002011-03-30T10:02:45.352-04:00Bad BloggerI haven't blogged in forever....It's been really hard trying to find a balance between CB, school, work, and well everything else. I can't say blogging has been a priority of mine lately! There is way too much time lost to catch up with CB that blogging has just lost it's importance to me.<br />
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When he first came home it was weird and took us about a week and a half to adjust to being back together but once he took me out on a date just the two of us things fell back right to where they were before he left. I think we are better now than we were before. We are openly talking about our future together and the things we'd like. He even offered me a key to the house but I declined. I really have no need for one since I'm only here when he is. What I do need though, is some closet space lol!!! Living out of a bag SUCKS! You can never pack enough clothes, hair stuff, and shoes into one small lulu lemon bag!!! I swear I would need a suitcase lol.<br />
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CB has given up the idea of moving back to base to live in the shacks and I am incredibly happy about that. He has discovered some real estate some where else in Canada that looks rather promising so I am very happy about that as it means he will be staying in the house here and continuing to come home on weekends. YAY :)<br />
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For once I don't really have anything to whine about.... Well I do but it's only a possibility and I'll save that for when it becomes more of a reality, if it ever does.<br />
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Oh and on a side note, CB's neighbors are having a full out war! The cops are here all the time. There is dog poop and city pillions being left on door steps, knocking on walls at all hours of the night, cameras being put up to watch each other, and it is finally ending in an eviction this friday. The worst part is, the one doing all the tormenting is a 35 year old father of a 3 month old baby. And who is he tormenting? A retired married couple who are so sweet and friendly. I don't get it. We had to give a statement last night and the cops hit the man with a 400$ fine. They warned us that he may get more annoying afterwards and up until his eviction on friday. They weren't kidding, after he got the fine last night the banging on the walls intensified.<br />
What I don't get is how his baby sleeps through all this noise he is making?? You never hear her cry....Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-76521431578045638282011-03-16T10:36:00.000-04:002011-03-16T10:36:38.816-04:00He's Home!Don't have much time for a long update, he's losing pretty bad on ps3 online and I'm sure that means we'll be leaving the house soon for errands.<br />
The homecoming went well. Cece annoyed me slightly....she didn't understand that I was nervous and scared and said I was stressing her out. His little brother made it in and CB was really surprised so I am happy about that.I didn't cry as much as I thought I would when I first hugged him, it hit me later that night.<br />
We are doing well but there are moments where its strange. Just a quick example, we went to Tim Hortons, I ordered the coffees, he went to pee, without even thinking I walked outside and started heading to the car totally forgetting he was with me.<br />
I was right....I'm being dragged to go start todays errands.<br />
MY BOYFRIEND IS HOME!!!Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-87240367813360224162011-03-11T15:39:00.000-05:002011-03-11T15:39:41.946-05:00...Can't bring myself to get out of bed...What the hell is wrong with me? I am so blah and down that I have barely gotten out of bed today. I'm skipping class, I feel exhausted, my body hurts all over, and I am just down.<br />
CB is due home shortly and I feel nothing....<br />
I didn't change the number on either of my countdowns, haven't done the happy dance, and haven't even shouted "my boyfriend is coming home" today.<br />
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I think all the anxiety and stress has taken a final toll on me today and wiped me out. I still am worrying about a million different things.<br />
Cece is insistent that I sleep over the night before, she doesn't seem to understand that sleeping in your boyfriends empty bed in a house that some bitch took over isn't appealing.<br />
She is also insisting that we go out that night.<br />
Then my mother put a whole other set of worries in my head. My mom and I were reading over the integration package I was sent, since I couldn't make the meetings, when we realized I should have asked for one in french for Cece. She is so caught up in herself and so far removed from the situation that I'm scared she will not think before she opens her mouth. <br />
AND SHE WONT RETURN MY PHONE CALLS!!<br />
How else am I suppose to figure out what time she wants me over at to get his place ready if she wont return my calls. It's been a few days now, and nothing. I even left her a message on facebook to say call me when you have a second, still nothing. Hmm...maybe this will work out to my advantage. If she doesn't call me back I don't have to take her with me!!!Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-74135813581078990242011-03-10T09:46:00.000-05:002011-03-10T09:46:04.291-05:00Would You?Take a job that involves shift work within the hours of 4am to 2am for only a 50 cent raise?<br />
I am due to call back the airline for my preliminary interview this morning but for some reason I can't convince myself I want to do this. It's a great opportunity, it's a more "grown up" job like I wanted but the possible hours? EWWW.<br />
Yes, there would be travel benefits but 50cents extra an hour and a discount on traveling.... isn't really going to get me anywhere... I couldn't justify paying for a vacation with all the debt I have.<br />
I know what this is, in reality I'm scared. I am comfortable at Ikea and the possibility of getting prompted there should be more than enough to keep me satisfied there.<br />
I am still going to force myself to do the phone interview today, who knows. Right?<br />
What would you do?<br />
I don't want to waste the ladies timeEllehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-31016450492566315062011-03-09T17:51:00.000-05:002011-03-09T17:51:40.095-05:00Jobs, Jobs, and more JobsSo since I don't see being a cashier at Ikea as a real "grown up" job appropriate for a 24 year old I have been passively sending out my resume online. I really didn't think much would come from it, most of the jobs I applied for I really didn't think I was fully qualified for.<br />
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Well yesterday at work my manager took me aside and asked me if I planned on staying with Ikea for a while, I politely told her yes and said it worked well with school. She basically told me that she had me in mind for a promotion but the position wasn't available just yet and she would keep me posted. I would still have to go through an interview and compete with whoever else applies but I'm sure I would do just fine.<br />
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Then today I got a phone call from an airline to be a customer service representative. She wanted to interview me right on the spot, I wasn't prepared and was rather caught of guard so I asked if tomorrow would be alright and she readily agreed. I was not expecting to hear from them, especially not this quickly. I applied out of boredom.... Not that I wouldn't want the job.<br />
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Well I figure it doesn't hurt to do the preliminary interview and get a few questions answered, like pay and hours. I wonder if this would fit well with school... Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-74992090147557002482011-03-08T22:51:00.000-05:002011-03-08T22:51:13.813-05:00FML she is clueless!!So I just had a lovely facebook chat with the lovely Cece.....Can you guess who wants to pull their own hair out? That's right! ME!!!!!!<br />
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The conversation starts off with her grilling me for every little detail about the homecoming time, date, place etc... <br />
I replied with just the basics. I don't need her inviting everyone(their friends) and her mother from back home to greet him, because I think we all know at this point she would. If you aren't convinced of that fact just yet WAIT.<br />
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So after dodging her questions about that, I asked her if we were still on for the night before his arrival. We have plans to clean the whole place before he gets home. My main focus is getting the random stranger germs out of his bed. God knows how many people she let sleep in there, let alone who. That part of our conversation turned into her asking me to sleep over..... Awkward.....<br />
Maybe she thinks I'll leave with out her on the day off? LOL I wouldn't do that....tempting but I couldn't. Anyways I tried to politely decline and she wouldn't have it. She doesn't seem to understand that sleeping in my boyfriends empty bed does not excite me. Apparently I should be too excited to care that his side is still empty among many other things.<br />
Oh well, it was a nice gesture I guess....<br />
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Well this is the BEST part of our entire conversation.<br />
"So what are we going to do for dinner that night? Are we going to go out and party?"<br />
She's talking about homecoming night.....<br />
WTF.....Hello??? Do you have a brain?<br />
First of all planning dinner seems pointless. We have no idea how long we could end up waiting for him, we have no idea if he'll have already eaten, he could be exhausted from traveling, and lets not forget the whole jet lag thing, he's internal clock is going to be far ahead of ours. I figured fast food or a restaurant was going to be my solution to dinner.<br />
Second of all WE??? She has no intention of leaving, obviously. This means when CB hints to her to kindly get the F out, she'll have made no plans to go anywhere...<br />
Third WE????? Seriously??? WE???? <b>We </b>are <b><u>not </u></b>a manage a trois.<br />
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I have to sit back and think... would I be this stupid if I were her? Would I not know any better? All signs point to no. I get that they have been best friends since forever, honestly I do. I want them to have their time together, but she already ruined my last night with him....can't she at least let me have the homecoming I want?Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-79799041898334596372011-03-07T23:21:00.000-05:002011-03-07T23:21:39.046-05:00I hate the news! But I love my boyfriendWhy do I hate the news? because it is full of BAD news!<br />
I got into work today only to be informed by a coworker, who is a reenlisting army guy that covers for me when i ball at work cause a soldier came in, that there was a very bad article published last week. Basically there is a chance CB will be redeployed.<br />
I hate that I can't say more but that article hit really close to home, I recognized a few too many things said in it. My biggest fear is that 1) he wont even make it home or 2) he'll have to go.<br />
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I get it, this is what he does, this is what's to be expected. But WHY couldn't I just continue on blissfully unaware of this article? Why did I have to have a mini panic attack at work? Why do I have to concern myself with this now, when he is so close to being home????<br />
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Anyways the rational side of me is saying it's just an article, I've gotten no news that there are any changes in homecoming so the article can kiss my ass. It's just words on a paper, and until it's words from CB's mouth its just an unnecessary stress.<br />
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Now for the good news, that did not come from the TV or paper, but CB's mouth.<br />
He has the same concerns I do about Cece! He's all down for her coming to pick him up with me so that when he asks her to leave for the night, it's not rude. Muahahaha<br />
He thought she would be on spring break and heading back home. Oh no no no, that would be TOO easy. When I explained that he was arriving once her spring break was finished, he cursed.<br />
"Well, have you spoken to her? Does she have plans for that night? Is she staying out?"<br />
I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND<br />
Why? because when I said probably not, he replied he would take care of it and ask her to leave for the night.<br />
Hopefully it doesn't come to that and I am giving her less credit than she deserves. Hopefully she'll understand and take a hike all on her own. But my life doesn't work out that way, nothing is ever simple or easy. With my luck she'll try and crawl into bed with us to spoon because she had a nightmare or just missed him <b>too much</b>.<br />
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I told him if she didn't leave for a few hours I was going to make sure she wished she had. I will prance around that house in my sexiest lingerie, scream and moan until even the neighbors have had enough, rinse, lather and repeat. I also warned him not to tell me to be "polite" with the noise level if she does hang around, polite and 6 months of pent up sexual frustration.....just not going to happen, I don't think I need to explain that to any of you ladies.<br />
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BTW I am officially addicted to Army Wives and can't wait to watch Homecomings online since I missed it. I heard it was pretty emotional. I can't wait to see it.... I think.Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-18250990722161855532011-03-04T11:24:00.000-05:002011-03-04T11:24:23.979-05:00One Thing I Am Not Going To MissOut of the very many things I am going to be glad to be done with in regards to deployment, a major one is worrying about timing.<br />
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There are certain hours and times I know CB is either likely to call or be on facebook. Around those times I feel paralyzed. I am too scared to move away from the computer or my cellphone for any reason. Showering becomes a sport where speed counts as well as the aftermath of avoiding the puddles you create jumping in and out because you thought you heard your phone. And as far as blow drying my hair? You can just forget it. It takes twice as long (just over an hour) and is just pointless, it still comes out only looking mediocre.<br />
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Today is one of the very last few days I will be stuck in this routine of "waiting". YAY<br />
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It is sinking in, slowly, that he is almost home. There are times when I am excited as hell and then there are days where I am scared out of my mind. I know it's normal and unwarranted, he's told me so, but it doesn't calm my nerves.<br />
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There are so many "what ifs?" in my head I am driving myself crazy.Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-60851230253981276722011-03-03T14:09:00.000-05:002011-03-03T14:09:24.573-05:00It takes 3 to tangoWhat did I do??? Everything was going perfectly and then I got involved.<br />
CB had asked that I be the only one to pick him up, agreed to tell Cece she shouldn't come, and everything was settled... I was worried, obviously but he was taking care of it and I didn't let on just how worried I was about her reaction to him telling her to stay home.<br />
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If you all remember, before he could get around to telling her she "cornered" me on facebook for details about his arrival dates. This is where it gets a little tricky. I had already told CB's brother the date, the two of us had conspired together to surprise CB by having his little brother waiting for him at home, or to show up within the next few days. Because I had already told him the date, lets call him Steve, and Steve and Cece do talk from time to time, panic set in. I realized I couldn't lie to her, just in case, and so I told Cece the arrival date.<br />
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Well after I had the nightmare and posted about it on here, I spoke to CB maybe an hour later. I ended up telling him my concerns of how she would react and so on. I made sure to express to him that all I wanted for his homecoming was it to be exactly what he wanted. He then asked if I really thought she would be upset if he "uninvited" her and I told him I don't know, he knows her the best. After a bit of back and forth he decided he was really indifferent on the matter and to just let her come, he also rationalized that I'd probably need the help finding the place. So we left it at that.<br />
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Fast-forward to a couple of hours later.....<br />
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There I am sitting around thinking of just how awkward it's going to be, just the 3 of us.<br />
-She's going to have to watch us make out<br />
-She may run to him first<br />
-The car ride home is awkward no matter who drives, and this is where I get childish....Brace yourselves<br />
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If I drive...the issue is my car. It's a small 2 door and my backseats barely fit me. I'm 5'2 and 110, she's 6' and considerably bigger, he's 6' and also a lot bigger. How they're going to arrange the seats for everyone to fit, I have no clue. But this is my optimal plan.<br />
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If she drives....I get stuck in the backseat, alone. <i>I warned you I was going to get childish</i>. Which means they will be in the front, speaking french and I wont understand everything. Which results in me feeling left out.<br />
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So what did I do? I am probably driving CB crazy is what. I fired him off a little e-mail to again explain I wanted his homecoming to be just the way he wants it but that I also would like to be selfish and have him to myself. I explained that after thinking about it, a 3some would be a little awkward.<br />
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My mom is cute, she offered to come with us if Cece is coming, and force her to drive back in her car. I told her if it came down to that, and Cece was that oblivious, I would just ride home with my mom and let her have her way. I'd make her pay for it later once the 3 of us were home.<br />
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I swear on my blog, if that woman does not give us any privacy or space I will make it so damn uncomfortable for her that she will be running to the library or back home to her parents for some peace and quiet!!!<br />
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Seriously, that is my other big worry. Sex. Do you really think either of us are going to want to sit around and make pleasant talk the second we get home? What is she going to do? Sit downstairs and wait for us to finish? If she does, does that mean I have to be polite and keep the noise level down?<br />
I DON'T THINK SO!<br />
Why can't she just realize how awkward this is all going to be? Why can't she offer to make herself scare? That's half the reason I wanted Steve to come down. If I know Cece isn't planning on going anywhere at least her and Steve can venture out together or keep each other company while I steal CB for some much needed alone time.Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-78698212494800535172011-03-03T12:52:00.000-05:002011-03-03T12:52:47.306-05:00It's "Official"I just got <b>the</b> phone call. I now know the date, time, and place...for now.<br />
It changed from the last time I got an update about homecoming but not too drastically.<br />
Let the celebration commence!<br />
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To be honest though, today I am more annoyed than excited. I just want to stop looking at the calender, counting days, crossing off days, all of it. I'm tired of it. Can I please just fast forward through the remaining time and resume normal speed when his feet his Canadian soil? Thank you, that would be greatly appreciated.Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-10960375873426968492011-03-02T11:37:00.000-05:002011-03-02T11:37:38.450-05:00Bad Things Happen When...<div style="text-align: center;">I am confined to my bed for a long period of time. I went a little overboard shoe shopping.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjfFCdRiY8UtNwR_BOW-IA_8C-NpVSPpSE4Qy8MUQG7p1JRr6VF6j_N909AehxwOKYwmo2wXn4X3-3SIbBx0-L6_s87Oeg76afIHHYgZ_pkmzBTDpB6F3j2THMHPtdGKka_71nfuyqMjc/s1600/shoe+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjfFCdRiY8UtNwR_BOW-IA_8C-NpVSPpSE4Qy8MUQG7p1JRr6VF6j_N909AehxwOKYwmo2wXn4X3-3SIbBx0-L6_s87Oeg76afIHHYgZ_pkmzBTDpB6F3j2THMHPtdGKka_71nfuyqMjc/s1600/shoe+1.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">As far as my lack of blogging...not much has been happening. I'm just sitting around waiting, watching my countdown get smaller and smaller. I am getting extremely impatient, as is CB. </div>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-42623188970203995052011-02-25T13:49:00.000-05:002011-02-25T13:49:26.645-05:00Can't Kick ItI have been bed ridden for days and have started to develop cabin fever. I would welcome the cabin fever with open arms if there were signs I was getting better, but that is not the case. I feel like I am getting worse, considerably so that I am even contemplating going to the doctors this afternoon. That's huge for me seeing as how I hate doctors!!<br />
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All I want is CB, his sofa, a ton of movies, and a huge pot of chicken noodle soup. Oh and something to make the room stop spinning. What a way to spend my "spring break" lol.<br />
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I had a tough convo with Cece today. CB hasn't told her she isn't coming to the airport yet...She started asking me all kinds of questions about picking him up and what not... I didn't know what to say. It's not my place. I just went along with it... Is that wrong? Should I just tell him to let her be there? I rather have the one on one time but I think it's cruel to all of a sudden say "sorry, we've been planning this for 6 months but you are now un-invited."<br />
The hardest part is if/when he tells her she can't be there...I stupidly made plans to go over the night before to help her clean up his place. I saw it as my only opportunity to get his winter jacket. UGH<br />
Nothing is ever simple. I think I might just push him to let her be there. I think that scenario will cause less headaches in the long run. It may not be what he wants, because of the awkwardness, and it isn't what I want either, I'm being selfish, but then there wont be any moodiness from her about it afterwards.<br />
What would you ladies do?Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-66834662538774630562011-02-22T12:06:00.000-05:002011-02-22T12:06:48.303-05:00Sick As A DogI woke up this morning to find myself with no voice. Try calling out sick to work when you can barely make a squeak, needless to say my boss had a good laugh when he figured out it wasn't a prank call.<br />
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As far as yesterdays post, I ended up sending him an e-mail to try and figure out what to say to help. I told him that I often forget how hard this must all be for him and I'm sorry if I'm not always receptive to when he is getting down. I told him I understood that he can not tell me a lot of what is going on and that he also chooses not to tell me a lot of it as well and that I hoped when he was home, in due time, he would let me in a little more. I reminded him of how shortly he would be home and what was waiting for him. I also joked, to lighten the mood...he can't take too much mushy stuff at once..., that he better not be too hungover when he gets off that plane because he is going to need his balance when I jump up to hug and kiss him.<br />
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I was pleasantly surprised by his answer this morning. Apparently my message had some of its desired effect.<br />
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Now to drag my butt to the pharmacy for tons and tons of halls and other soar throat things....<br />
I just want to be able to smoke a cigarette....how wrong is that? lolEllehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-65003151249465089262011-02-22T11:12:00.001-05:002011-02-22T11:12:49.938-05:00Cutest Dog Ever<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/P9Fyey4D5hg?fs=1" width="425"></iframe>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-28361228466630997762011-02-21T17:53:00.000-05:002011-02-21T17:53:59.229-05:00What Do You Do When....He has said he has had enough? He indicates he is miserable? That his week of decompression can't come fast enough?<br />
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It breaks my heart to hear how down and fed up he is. Sometimes I forget that he is going through one hell of an emotional roller coaster too. I just want to reach through the phone and hug him... yet all I can do is say what seems like cliche things in hopes that they will help.<br />
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He was in such a great mood the other day, we were laughing so hard we were crying. Today he was so tired he could barely listen let alone respond. He told me how broken down his body feels and I can tell his morale is too. UGHEllehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-92089844703653598512011-02-21T10:15:00.000-05:002011-02-21T10:15:58.855-05:00I am Turning Into A Worry Wart....I am thrilled with how soon CB is coming home. I am also happy that he only wants me to pick him up BUT, yes there always seems to be a but, a few bumps are developing with this plan.<br />
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Problem # 1 - The House Key<br />
He can't find his keys, he thinks he left them in his room at base. I do not have keys, which he poked fun of me for when he reminded me of this. His keys are 2 hours away from where I'll be picking him up.<br />
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Usually this wouldn't be a problem considering his best friend is his roommate right? Wrong! Have you met his best friend?<br />
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Problem # 2 - Cece and the uninviting<br />
She has been counting on coming with me to come pick him up since day 1. That has been the plan since day 1. CB fully wanted her to be there at the start. While I'm unsure of what is going on in their relationship at the moment, I do know he doesn't want her there. This all changed within a matter of 2 weeks. One week he's telling me to tell her the potential homecoming dates and the next "I don't want her there, it'll be awkward". Hmmm. Well I am leaving it up to him to ask her to have a key made and to tell her she isn't coming. Her and I have enough issues between us. I do NOT need her thinking I decided that she shouldn't be there. She needs to hear that from him.<br />
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Problem # 3- The Aftershocks of Cece<br />
Now I could be totally wrong, but I don't think I am. She was horrible before he left when him and I were spending all our time together and not really including her but not excluding her either, we were just doing our normal routine. She ended up getting into a funk and being passive aggressive and actually flat out rude and anti-social at the worst part of her "funk". I'm worried about how she will be this time, knowing he doesn't want her there to pick him up and all the fun stuff.<br />
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In reality, these are things I shouldn't have to worry about. I wish I could just focus on me and him, but I can't...from time to time she slips into my head and I'm stuck thinking "what if". He usually just ignores her mood swings but I can't. I feel bad for her and I don't want her to feel upset, I feel like it's my fault...but on the other hand... I am not willing to give up my relationship for her feelings. Meh<br />
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I would so not do well in a polygamist relationship.<br />
I don't want to share him, she doesn't want to share him, he's too relaxed to notice any of this.<br />
Oh well. <br />
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Well it's reading week at school... I guess I should go do some school reading huh?Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-6132912970707686142011-02-18T13:47:00.000-05:002011-02-18T13:47:52.788-05:00Why I didn't get a Valentines Day Present....He is a dead man lol.<br />
He just told me that while all his friends were sending out Victoria Secret, flowers, and champagne he was reasoning that I didn't need a gift because I was a tough cookie....lol, besides, he says, your birthday isn't until August.<br />
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We just had the best phone call, we pissed ourselves laughing the entire time. He, however, is still a dead man walking for his reasoning behind my lack of v-day gift! There better be something shiny in his bags when he gets home OR ELSE!!!<br />
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I'm totally kidding.<br />
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The best news is he only wants me to pick him up. WOOHOO! Now I have a reason not to invite Cece, who I was scared would mess it all up anyways.Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-38946866950308181152011-02-18T12:37:00.000-05:002011-02-18T12:37:56.762-05:00For The First Time<iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CPEBN2dVNUY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div>this song came on my playlist on the bus ride home last night. I just so happened to be picturing CB's homecoming and I ended up tearing up on the bus, AGAIN! I seriously need to learn that there is no crying on the bus! Even if they are happy tears.</div><div><br /></div><div>I was caught up in thinking of things like if I would need my glasses to recognize him? Would he be carrying his bags? How quickly would he drop them if he was? Would I be able to easily spot the other military families waiting? How much pacing back and forth will I do? How the hell am I ever going to let go once I get my arms around him? </div><div><br /></div><div>I feel like I am walking around with the most amazing secret inside me. Yes, I am anxious and getting very antsy BUT I am also extremely happy to be feeling this way. </div><div><br /></div><div>I figure I wont need my glasses to pick him out of a crowd. I can already picture his walk and mannerism. I'll recognize his frame as soon as I lay my eyes on it. It's funny, I was so worried about all the things I thought I had forgotten about him, but they're all still there in my memory. They are resurfacing as the countdown gets smaller and smaller. I can better remember the feel of his calloused hands, his smell, his smile, it's all coming back lol.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm currently stuck on the memory of me being overly dramatic on the day he left. I remember trying to be so strong and not cry in front of him that we didn't have a proper goodbye and I jumped into my car. I sat there for a minute and kicked myself in the ass. I couldn't leave it at that, got out of my car and ran after him to his car and told him to wait, I needed one more hug. He held on so tight.</div><div><br /></div><div>Alright I just made myself tear up again lol, time to stop!</div><div><br /></div><div>MY BOYFRIEND IS COMING HOME!!!!</div><div><br /></div>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-64498153370904586822011-02-17T16:50:00.000-05:002011-02-17T16:50:46.786-05:00A Mini Update - I'm getting Impatient!My life has been pretty uneventful lately.... hence the lack of posts<br />
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I got a hair cut today....she took off 4 inches :( I feel like I have no hair left, even though it's still way pass my shoulders....It's usually to the middle of my back.<br />
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Asides from that I'm getting hella excited about my countdown, 14% to go according to my donut of misery! YA BABY!<br />
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I met CB's cousins wife yesterday for coffee. We pissed ourselves laughing in Tim Hortons! I actually made her cry with laughter. I told her about my idea of scaring the hell out of CB by stuffing a pillow under my shirt when I pick him up from the airport. By the time we were done joking around the plan involved me in a wheelchair, stomach stuffed, and a balloon attached to my wrist that said "Congratulations! It's a boy!" I do not doubt for a second he would stop in his tracks and run back towards the plane!<br />
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It was great to talk to someone else who is just as excited as I am to have him home. His brother and Cece really haven't said a thing to me lately. I find it kinda weird....but meh. At least her and my mom are super happy. I seriously am getting impatient with these last few weeks. Every morning I wake up and I cross off the date on my calendar with my big red sharpie and go down stairs proclaiming "My boyfriends coming home!!!" The neighbors must think I'm crazy lol.<br />
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And now I'm off to school.Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-47556543824077447992011-02-16T12:29:00.000-05:002011-02-16T12:29:05.568-05:00My Project & a CB UpdateWell I posted a while ago I was going to attempt to crochet Gir from the Invader Zim cartoon for CB.....<br />
this is what its suppose to look like<br />
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He ended up a lot bigger than I planned, I apparently I was adding all kinds of stitches without noticing, but I'm still pretty happy with him so far!<br />
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And as far as my CB update, I was ALL smiles yesterday afternoon. I went up to my locker on my break and noticed I got a message from him saying that I am amazing at picking dates. Apparently I nailed his homecoming dates when I booked off time at work. Woohoo!!! Now to start picking our mini vacation destination.Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2460304196778982986.post-59661011735061211962011-02-14T23:02:00.000-05:002011-02-14T23:02:07.218-05:00And Then I Saw HimI walked into the restaurant at work, on my way to my locker, when I froze in place. Sitting at a table, all by him self, was a soldier. Not just any soldier, but a soldier dressed in uniform identical to CB's. I noticed the combats first and felt the first twinge of pain in my heart. The color of his beret is what caught my attention next and drove the knife in a little deeper.<br />
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He noticed me staring and frozen. He got up from his seat and stepped towards me. I stepped back. He said hi and I smiled and nodded. I stood there for a few more moments, it felt like forever, just starring at him and him looking at me. I finally found my words and apologized. I told him I didn't mean to be rude, I was just caught up in wishful thinking. He apologized, gave me a pity smile, and stepped out of my way.<br />
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I cried the rest of the way to my locker.<br />
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I've gotten use to seeing soldiers, the combats don't make me as emotional as they use to, unless it's a really bad day. It's that damn beret that broke me down. I've seen green, I've seen blue, I've seen a few.... just not his color. It doesn't help that I'm blind as a bat from far and all I could see if that he had a similar build, height, and weight. And why on earth did he need to stand up? It only confused me more.<br />
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Other than that V-day went off without a hitch. I got to ignore the whole day at work, got an e-mail from CB (surprised he even noticed which day it was lol), and ended the night with some great sushi.Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03528913885529017929noreply@blogger.com4