The shortest month of the year felt like the longest.

How is that even possible? I'm not kidding, February has felt SO long. I feel like I'm lost in a time-space continuum where it never ceases to be February. TGIM (almost)! Yeah, I said it. Thank God It's March. Actually, I think February and March are both unfortunately long months. BUT here are things to look forward to:
*Finding out if Nugget is a boy or a girl (Nugget is going to be my first niece/nephew!)
*Just celebrated my two year (dating) anniversary with Matthew.
*I'll be 22 on March 13th.
*My dad will be 52 on March 27th (He looks 42 so I like to brag about how old he is)
*Another month down until Home.
February and March felt long even when I was home so I'm going to try not to worry about time moving at half the speed as it usually does. I think they were always long months because of winter and school. Once April hits, time seems to fly by, which is fine with me!

I need ideas for books to read! I've already read:
*Pride and Prejudice
*The Count of Monte Cristo
*Educating Esme
And that's all so far... So give me lots of suggestions! Speaking of Pride and Prejudice....

I'm pretty certain this is how I want my hair for the wedding... Minus the bangs.  Comments? Thoughts? Ideas? I have plenty of time to change my mind.

The day in the life of a Blob.

Matt and I use the word "blob" when we're doing nothing productive at the moment. 
"Hey honey, what are you up to?" 
"Oh nothing. Just blobbing around."  
So today, I have been blobbing. It was my day off and I enjoyed it by doing nothing. I went to bed at two, woke up at 10:30... blobbed until about 1330 or 1400. Talked to Matt for a few minutes on facebook... I then ceased blobbing and took up a more productive assignment... I went to the gym. I usually do a 15 minute warm-up on the elliptical and then I run for 20ish minutes. Today was weird though, because after my 20 minutes I thought I was going to pass out and or throw up. It was horrible. I had to book it outside to make sure I didn't blow chunks in the gym. Luckily, I didn't throw up or pass out. I poured water over my head and walked around in a circle until I felt better. That's what I get for eating bad the last two days and not drinking enough water. Perhaps I should have just continued my blobbing but other than the throw up scare, it was a good work out. 
After that I took a shower and blobbed some more and then went to the DFAC and ate. I'm starting to get really tired of the DFAC food. The whole process of walking over there, dealing with the masses, trying to find food that sounds good, and then walking back is annoying. Sometimes I just want to get back to my chu, order a pizza and watch some TV (which is still not working). 

Anyway, whilst being a blob, I generally spend most of my time planning for the fun things ahead. I keep coming back to Jakes Hotel as my favorite little honeymoon spot. It looks so cute and quaint! And they have rooms that are only $115 a night... Aaaaand

Oh my GOSH! 

I'm so obsessed with this tiny little fur-ball. Hopefully, Matt and I are getting a miniature yorkie when I get home! She/He will be the first addition to our family. I've already started thinking of names. I think Ruthie is really cute but I might have found an even better name and it could work for boy or girl. Kiwi. I think Kiwi is the perfect name for such a cute and adorable little dog! Ugh, I'm obsessed and I want time to go by quickly so I can hold babies, buy puppies, and go on my Honeymoon! 

Anything to feel like home.

My room mate is SO close to getting our cable hooked up and ready to go. I don't really watch that much TV and the TV shows I do watch, I normally watch on Hulu. However, Hulu doesn't work here. Something about having an international IP address and not having the rights to stream over here or something really dumb like that. So no Office, no ANTM, no Project Runway, and no Glee... at least until the cable gets hooked up. 
I actually rented the first Glee episode of this season on iTunes. It took roughly five days to download but when I finally got a chance to watch it, I felt semi normal again. And semi normal is good. Semi normal is synonymous to feeling semi at home. Kind of like the other night when I bought a case of O'Douls and a pack of Cigarellos at the PX. I only drank one O'Douls and smoked two Cigarellos but I was with good friends and we were laughing and for about two hours, Iraq didn't seem so dauntingly far away from my real home. I constantly fantasize about what its going to be like to come home for good. Not just for a few days there, a few weeks here... I mean home, your deployment is done, we'll see you in 90 days. THAT kind of home. Matt and I have never known what its like not to anticipate a deployment. Since the day we started dating, it has been in the back of our minds like some constant black cloud. But the sun is beginning to peep out now that we're on this final stretch and I can't wait! I remember the way it felt to come home after basic training and AIT. It was the best feeling ever to walk off the plane and into the arms of my friends and family. Just a few months left..... 


So I'm kind of insanely jealous of all the preggers on my facebook. It seems like everyone is pregnant and having babies and I'm constantly creeping on all the expectant mothers. Seriously. If you're pregnant and my facebook friend, the chances that I've been looking at your facebook everyday, is very high. I know Matt and I are not ready to have kids. For one, I'm roughly 8,000 miles away. Two, we don't really have a reliable income. Three, the majority of our married life has been spent far, far away from each other and we need a chance to enjoy life just the two of us. But, I still can't wait to have babies. Its like being 13 again and wanting to be 16 so you can drive... You're not really ready to drive yet but you can't wait until you can. I don't mind though, because my lovely sister-in-law is due to have her baby in July and you better believe when I get home, I'll be getting my baby fix :) 

If Matt and I had a kid, apparently this is what it would look like.  Yikes. 


  

Work-out Mania.

I've always heard that when you get deployed one of two things happens. One. With nothing else to do except work, you spend excess amounts of time in the gym working out. Running, biking, lifting, elliptical-ing... etc. This results in probably being in the best shape of your life. It might not last too long once you get back, but at least you come home with a bang. 
Two. You do the exact opposite. Instead of working out, you just work and take advantage of the three meals a day the army offers you. Never mind the posters that say things like "GO GREEN" featuring pictures of fit soldiers eating vegetables. Your boss has pissed you off and your feelings are best expressed by the constant shoveling of chili cheese fries into your mouth. This generally results in coming home in worse condition than when you first deployed. 
My first few weeks here I could slowly see myself sinking into habit number two. However, On Sunday I got my first day off since being in the Middle East and I took the opportunity to go to the gym. I generally hate going to the gym. I don't like working out in public places with a bunch of other sweaty people. But for some reason working out is different for me now. It has really helped me de-stressed and I feel AMAZING after. I plan on having a visible six-pack and be one pant size bigger than I am now... aka my ass is gonna be HUGE...relatively.... in a good way. 

This is the Honeymoon suit... well at least for now it is. Its my favorite thus far, but I'll continue the search... Just as I'm searching for a honeymoon that won't completely break our bank.  Or maybe we should just break the bank because its our honeymoon and I've been in Iraq and ... I like nice things. 

Out of the Sandbox and into the... mud.

Well. 
I actually started my blogging on Livejournal back in December. However, LJ makes you watch advertisements before you write anything and I deal with enough obnoxiousness in a day. I don't need to waste three more minutes of my life so I can write for free on the internet. 
SO. Here we go. Again. Since leaving Ft. Hood ('The Great Place' which it has so graciously tagged itself as) I spent a few weeks (or a couple of days or some X amount of time that I really can't recall) in Kuwait. All in all, Kuwait wasn't bad. It was basically miles and miles and miles of sand as far as the eye could see. I've never seen so much sand without a beach attached somewhere close by.... there is no beach. I mean, somewhere in Kuwait, there is a beach. But where we were there was barely enough water to take a shower. 
Now, I'm in Iraq. The weather reminds me of spring break in Destin. But no beach. It IS considerably greener here though. And there really isn't sand... its mostly just very fine dirt. So when it rains, everything turns to mud. There is no escaping it. The mud is everywhere. It's really a very charming country. 


Okay, I'm done talking about weather. This is probably going to turn into a very wedding heavy blog. I really want input on... everything. So first order of business... 

Can somebody find me these shooes?! I don't know what they're called, all I know is that Augusta Jones makes them. They're kind of perfect for my wedding dress... The heal isn't too tall (I don't want to be taller than my wonderful groom... I also don't want to tempt an embarrassing fall and end up on youtube) and the color matches my dress perfectly. I wish there was such a thing as a picture search engine. Where you attach a picture and press "search" and all the websites that have that picture show up. 


The colors of the wedding are dark red/burgundy/berry/whatever-you-want-to-call-dark-red and Ivory/Cream.

  My Bouquet. Except I want the stems wrapped in the same burgundy color as the flowers.... no crystal bracelet. 

Bridesmaids Bouquet. Their stems will be wrapped in ivory satin. 


Thank God for The Knot because finding ideas and flowers and all the little stuff is not my forte.