Bringing a little sun to Afghanistan!

A few of my favorite items from this care package:

Dill Pickle flavored Pringles.

They have these at most grocery stores, I always get mine from Fred Meyer for about $3.00. They are AMAZING, and if your guy loves pickles, this is an easy way to give him his fix.

Fresh Bath Wipes

These are SO wonderful! I know we've all sent baby wipes to help our stinky boys. But these are larger towels, totally worth it. They are about $5 for 8. I got mine from REI, here is the link: REI Website

 

Handwarmers

It's freezing over there right now, especially at night. My man slips these in his sleeping bag, really can't get enough.

Happy Holidays!

Okay, let's be real... Merry Christmas! I understand that people are offended by all of the joy that Christmas brings because it doesn't include all of the different views into it's title, but Christmas is what I celebrate. And I love it! If someone were to tell me Happy Kwanza! or whatever they celebrate, and if they were excited about it, you bet your sweet buns I'd be excited too! There is NO WAY I would be offended.
Rant end.

Christmas care package

I actually had an absolutely blast making this care package, mostly because I recruited my little cousin to help with the wrapping. We spent hours making those little ribbon's curl just right... she's the perfectionist, not me. I would have been perfectly fine wrapping it in newspaper... but then again, I wanted it to feel like Christmas in Afghanistan. I found a neat little tree at the Dollar Store, even decorated it with an ornament of us! Most of the presents were stupid and from the dollar store, but it gave him things to open. It gave him a little bit of spirit.
I love that man. And I love Christmas.

His first care package

My very first one, and I'd say it was pretty cute! Added a little glam, and a whole lotta love.
I knew he'd appreciate food, so that was the only thing in his first care package.. and lots of it. Beef Jerkey, Twizzlers, Water enhancers. He loved the decorations, or so he says. Which he better, because that was the best part for me!

Suriving a deployment.

I've always been the type to celebrate every anniversary monthly, what an accomplishment it had been to be with the same guy for 1 month, 2 months, or even 72 months. I distinctly remember writing "Happy 35 months, babe!" on my exes '85 Volvo Station Wagon. But things are different now, instead I am finding myself joyous in celebrating months we have left until we can be together again. What an odd existence it is dating a man who is deployed.
See, the man I'm with now, I started officially dating the day before he left for Afghanistan. I know, I'm crazy, and sparatic, and one would think completely insane. I must be insane to choose to date someone who I wouldn't see for the next 9 months of our relationship. I didn't really have a choice. I fell in love.
I met him at a baseball game, he offered to buy me a beer and I happen to be a huge fan of Blue Moon. We sat on the hill overlooking the game, and talked for hours. He's the first and only man I'll ever let distract me from enjoying the beautiful sport of baseball.

I have rule's that I try to follow, you know, don't hang out two days in a row- wait a half hour before texting back... keep those boy's wanting more. We all know everyone loves the chase. But I couldn't wait to see him again, so the very next day we went camping.
I always thought it'd just be a summer fling. When he left, he'd be out of my life, and I'd maybe see him the same time next year at a baseball game. Little did I know, I would decide to date a man who would soon live 4,000 miles away from me. A man who I'd only get to talk to for about 10 minutes a week, a man who I'd go weeks without hearing a word. I'd be that girl who's phone was always charged, and always on loud, (yep, even in the movie theater.) He'd be the man who would walk the distance just to hear my voice for five minutes, and I'd be the girl who'd pretend that everything was perfect back home so we could both enjoy those five minutes.
I had suddenly become crafty in an odd way... care packages. Every time I grocery shop, I pick up little things to throw in his next care package.
Maybe I can use this to share my ideas. Or just to keep track, so in a year from now, I can look back and rememeber what it was like in the beginning. Head over heels in love with this man.

Here we go

Who blogs? I don't. I've spent days lost in Myspace, Facebook, and I've tried to enjoy Twitter. I enjoy stalking other peoples lives and avoiding my own. However I find myself constantly writing things in my head, talking about myself to myself. Why not write it down? Why not keep a diary of what my tornado of a brain thinks. Why not become a ... blogger?
I secretly hope no one ever reads this. When I secretly hope that, I know that by putting this on the internet I am screaming for someone to read it. I just hope if anyone does stumble across this, it's a nice asian girl who doesn't really understand what I'm rambling about.
Most of what I write on this will not be premeditated. It will have grammatical errors. Things will be misspelled. I am just using this as a place to go, and somewhere to write.