Monday, November 28, 2011

Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy

It was a great week.  Didn't start out all that great, but it certainly ended up wonderful.  I have some sort of virus, or so the doctor suspects, that is causing me to throw up.  It has overtaken my body for at least three weeks, so he is going to refer me to a specialists.  Throwing up blood will tend to make him want to make sure that everything is okay.  Thankfully it is just a little bit of blood and not a lot of blood.  If I can ever get over this stomach stuff, I will be good to go.

Monday Hubster called telling me he found a flight home for $319.  He could get home late Wednesday and leave Saturday back to California.  Who could pass up that deal?  We certainly didn't.  We decided to surprise the kids.  They didn't know he was coming home for Thanksgiving.  The kids reactions to seeing their daddy was priceless.  It would give you a warm and fuzzy feeling.  Nothing like hearing your 4 year old scream and laugh when she saw her Daddy at 2 AM.  It was priceless, and I did video it.  It would bring tears to your eyes.  Thursday we had everybody here at my house.  I messed the turkey up.  I overcooked it.  Won't happen again.  Otherwise the food was really good if I do say so myself. I don't like turkey anyway.  Friday we did some black Friday shopping after all of the crazy people went home which means we went out about 9 AM.  We had to get a new tree.  Our tree is gorgeous this year.  *NTS post picture of beautiful tree*.  Saturday we took Hubster to the airport for his trip back to California.  BG told me I was mean because I wouldn't let her go with Daddy.  Yeap, that is me, mean Mommy.  We only have two weeks until he comes home, so this is a piece of cake.  Yes, you can hear a smile in my typing.  This is going to be a busy couple of weeks, so I'm expecting time to fly by.  Amazing how 2 weeks seems like such a short time.  Sunday though was what has made my week.  We had a special preacher, Dr. Tim Lee, *google him folks if you don't know who he is*.  I think he was there to preach at me Sunday morning.  It was just exactly what I needed to hear.  Revival starts with me.  I left that church service Sunday morning with a song in my heart, a lightness in my step, and a smile on my face.  I love having that joy, and I missed having it.  The stuff that was bothering me, I was able to let it go.  It isn't worth it.  I have wonderful friends who are there for me if I *very important note there I* would just ask for help if needed or reach out.  I know this, but Satan has a way of telling me that no I don't.  That is my weakness.  Well, I'm not going to let him have this joy.  It is mine, and God gave it to me.  Last night's service was nearly two hours.  It is amazing when you can feel God in your service.  He visited our church last night. Those that didn't make it to church last night missed out on a great service.  I have to miss church on Wednesday night because of speech class, and I'm bummed about it.  I would much prefer to go to church then  give a speech.  Oh well, I will do what I need to do.

Looking forward to a great week.  I get to see one of my best friends on Wednesday.  Friday is Ladies Tea at church.  Saturday KG has a dance recital outside in the cold, but we do at least get to see fireworks.  Sunday we are back at church, and there is a special concert Sunday night.  Then Hubster comes home at the end of next week.  Have I mentioned that "God is GOOD".  Thankful He has filled my schedule so full that I don't have a lot of free time to dwell on how much I miss Hubster.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

It was one of THOSE weeks...

You know the type of week I am talking about.  The type of week that you are glad is over because if it could go wrong it would.  It was the type of week where you are glad it is over, and you just pray that the next week will be better even though you are not expecting it too, but you sure can hope and pray right.
Sunday was a great day except the coming home part.  Monday was unexceptional.  Forgot to pay for KG's dance class, so I'm going to get hit with a late fee when I do pay it.  Oops.  Tuesday was where it all started to turn dreadfully wrong.  Hubster called me Tuesday afternoon with some news that we had to pay a bill that I wasn't expecting, and it had to be paid that day.  It was imperative, and that meant coming up with nearly $400 out of thin air.  I was so distracted by trying to figure out where money was going to appear from, that I laid my phone down at the grocery store.  It walked out of the store with the help of somebody other than me.  There goes another $130 that I'm going to have to fork over to buy a new phone.  Wednesday was another uneventful day.  We made it to church.  Then Thursday happened.  Thursday KB had some issues at school that I found out about.  He is really missing Hubster, and Hubster and I decided that maybe we need to figure out a way for us to make it to California. There is not a support system in place for military spouses at the church we go to.  I only know of one other spouse in our church that has a husband in the military.  Even though my husband is only in the reserves, he has been gone a lot this year.  Maybe it is God's way of telling me that I really need to work to put together that type of ministry because I feel really strongly that there is a ministry there that is being missed.  I don't know.  All I do know is that I feel alone and adrift right now, and I want nothing more than to have somebody call, text, or email me and see if I need anything when Hubster is gone.  I would love for somebody to call and say "Hey, would you like to meet for lunch or dinner.  Can I stop by for a chat?  What day can I take the girls or the boys for a few hours?"  I don't feel like there is anybody I can turn to.  Then I feel bad for even wishing that somebody would notice that hey I need a friend here.  I'm strong.  I should be able to do two months with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back.  I have retreated back into myself, and that is where I will remain until Hubster gets home in December.  Anybody wants to find me, they know how to get a hold of me.  Didn't even talk to Hubster on Friday.  He was too busy to call.  Saturday KG started getting sick, KB hurt his foot, and we went to supper for my mom's birthday.  I can't afford to take either one to the doctor until Tuesday when Hubster gets paid.  I have started hurting again like I did before my hysterectomy, and I just feel awful.  I can't even lay on my right side because of the pain.  I go to the doctor on Friday to start the process of seeing what is going on yet again.  Yesterday, I figured out the finances, and it doesn't look like a trip to California is doable.  I just don't see it happening unless a way opens up.  I haven't even told KB yet.  He has been on cloud nine with the hope that we get to go.  I don't have the heart to tell him yet that it doesn't look possible.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Sitting in the LAX Airport

waiting to go home after a weekend with the Hubster in Port Hueneme.  I love it out here so much.  I could live out here.  I will try and get some pictures posted soon.  I flew Virgin America, and I must say what a ride.  I got upgraded to first class on both portions of the flight.  I'm spoiled because that is the way to fly.  We had a 90 minute couples massage yesterday, and that was heavenly.  We walked around Channel Harbor and ate at a seafood place there.  Food was okay, but it isn't anything that I would write home about.  I was looking for something a little more spectacular based on the reviews, but it was bland.  I love driving the PCH.  It is such a beautiful drive.

It was very hard to leave Hubster.  I held my tears in check until I got into the security line, and then I let a few fall.  I consider that pretty good.  I am ready to see the kids.  They stayed with my parents, and went to visit my newest great niece who was born on Tuesday.  What a great birthday to have...11/1/11.  She is adorable, and I can't wait to snuggle and kiss on her.  Hopefully soon.  Flight should be boarding in less than thirty minutes.  I'm as ready as I'm ever going to be to get home.  I'm praying still for a miracle of someway getting to come and see Hubster for Thanksgiving, but I just don't see it happening.  I would love nothing more than to do that.