Arrival

I have arrived. Curtis was waiting at the plane when I stepped off. He brought me home and we stayed up all night bullshitting. Its now 7am and his 12 hour shift doesn’t even start till noon, so I might be feeling a little guilty for keeping him up all night. But only a little.

Its strange being back here. So much has changed and yet so much remains the same. Most of the differences are in the fact that I’m no longer in the military. I haven’t been here 24hrs and its already blaringly apparent that I’m a contractor and will be treated as such. More on this later though.

Just wanted to let everyone know I arrived safely. Will be posting some pics in the next few days.

The beginning of another adventure – Iraq..um..again

I leave within the next 24 hrs. I’m packed up . . . for the most part. ;) This will be my last post till after I arrive in Baghdad. I’m not sure how good the connectivity is over there. If Curtis is anything to go by, then its not very good!

I have our new address so if you’d like it just ask and I’ll send it to you. I’m going to try my hardest to keep up with the blog, as its a good link to the rest of the world and will let you’ll know we’re still alive and kicking.

I will miss everybody! I haven’t left yet and I already do. Write when you can; as will I.

Love ya’ll. Later, juls

Its official, I’m deploying.

I’m back in D.C. now. Talked to the boss this afternoon, and its official, I’m finally deploying. This weekend! I’m packing up the apartment and getting everything ready to go. I can’t believe that within a week I’ll being seeing Curtis. OMG!

Unfortunately during all this packing and excitement over seeing Curtis, I remain pretty sick. While I love winter, the whole coughy, runny nose thing just sucks.

That being said I am so ready to go. I have said goodbye to my family and friends. And I’m ready to rock n roll it to Iraq.

Always there for me

Today I woke up, horribly sick. I stumbled around the house, coughing up a lung, trying to put some clothes on for work. It was one of those mornings where you know you should probably stay home, but you refuse to for whatever reason (usually pressing work and the whole guilt thing over missing it).

So I finally get to the car and am sitting there crying because things just couldn’t be crappier. Suddenly, my phone starts to ring . . . its Curtis. I answer and in a matter of minutes, I’m calm and becoming increasingly rational. Curtis explains how I don’t need to go get everybody sick and I wouldn’t be productive anyway. He convinces me to take some medicine, lay down for a few hours and if I feel better around lunch, go in.

Hes right of course. I was a wreck and would have just made everyone around me miserable. Hes half away around the world and yet is still able to be there for me in my most dire moments.

The Playoffs & Phone Calls

Watching the Packer game tonight. Who’s not watching the Packer game! So I’m sitting here in TX and it looks so cold up there in Wisconsin. Its like 60ish degrees here and well below zero degrees there.

When the packers play my family and friends from WI must have some kind of connection because almost everyone I know from there has called me today. My sister, my Grandmother, my Best-Friend, my Aunt, (all from WI) Curtis and even Curtis’s dad Terry (who both wish they were from WI).

Call me crazy, but I’m convinced its some kind of subliminal playoff radio waves being put off and affecting our subconsciousnesses; bringing us all together to celebrate the greatest football team in the country.

Go Packers!

Embarrasing photos that tend to resurface.

So what are friends for but to find pictures of you looking like a complete tool. This is one of those times. I found this picture on her Myspace page. Its from February of ’07. We’re standing on some old Iraqi tanks (which you can’t see).

We worked together and were bunk mates. Its funny. Her year will be over in a few weeks and she’ll be arriving back here in D.C. While I’m about to leave D.C. in a few weeks to go back to the place that she just left and I left 8 months ago.

Anyway, not the point. The point is don’t get caught in silly positions – and especially in uniform (even if you are having to much fun) – that might end up turning up almost a year later.

Packing up for TX, then maybe….Iraq…

I have to pack today for San Antonio. Nothing better then waiting till the day before to figure out everything you’re going to need. Its better then the morning of, which is what I usually do.

Things are going a bit better lately. My boss has told Curtis and I that it looks like theres a good chance I’ll be leaving when I get back from Tx. Instead of having to wait until March like I was told last week. This is really good news, but I am in no way getting my hopes up. I told my boss I’d believe it when I see the tickets TO IRAQ in my hand. Getting your hopes up over and over again just to be smacked down is not the way I like my life to go.

I keep thinking of last year and what it was like; rolling off the plane with hundreds of soldiers. This year will be nothing like that. I am a civilian now. I keep wondering how often I’ll have to remind myself of that.

Plans contantly in motion

This week my boss sat me down (again) and delivered some news. I will not be deploying this month. In fact, I won’t be deploying till March. At first I was really upset (angry, sad, etc.) but now realize theres not much I can do about it. Between now and then I will be traveling and doing installations at different sites.

My first installation site is San Antonio Tx. They (bosses) asked me if that was ok, and I said ‘yes, of course’. I’ll get to see family (Mom and KC and Bill). While the first installation is in TX, the others might be in Alaska and Germany as well. Don’t know about those yet.

At least I’ll be busy for the next couple of months. But still, if I had my choice I would be over with Curtis tomorrow.

Happy New Year!

I can’t believe that another year has passed. Its officially 2008. Hope everyone had a fun New Years eve and didn’t drink too much.

Cheers to the year ahead!

Pulling my hair out, as the waiting continues

Tomorrow is New Years eve. The gals at work have been asking me to go out with them for New Years for the past week, but it just doesn’t feel right. I mean, I know I’m not supposed to sit around and mope but I kind of can’t help it. I miss Curtis.

The bosses at work make it sound like I could be leaving soon but they’ve been saying that for 4 months. I’m taking what they say with a LARGE grain of salt.

I’m just ready to be reunited with him and not separated ever again. We’ve been married two years and have barely spent a year of it together. Sorry to stress and pout, but sometimes you gotta let it out. I miss having someone to bounce ideas off of, and someone to make sure all the doors are locked at night. All the little things.