Reasons I’m Happy Today

For those of you awaiting an insightful or witty blog post from you old pal Nth… this isn’t it. It is, however, a list of random reasons I find myself in a good mood on this Sunday. You’ll note that none of them are “We just ‘sprang forward!'” Daylight Saving Time is, in my not so humble opinion, foolish and outmoded.

  • The hardware store had the — ugh — moth traps I was looking for in stock.
  • The hardware store is conveniently located next to a Sonic, where I obtained a delicious Coke with chocolate and vanilla.
    • The real reason Sonic is the best is their glorious crunchable ice. I adore it.
      • Deployment bonus: I could crunch ice to my heart’s content without wigging Sampson out.
  • The weather has approached perfection today: sunny, 65° F, and just enough of a breeze to rustle the budding branches.
  • When I open the windows to take advantage of the breeze, the cats entertain me by being fascinated with the birdies and squirrels and neighbors mowing their lawns.
  • I made ridiculously awesome lasagna for dinner last night, and the leftovers are equally delicious.
    • This may be the homecoming meal I make for Sampson later this summer. I can put it together ahead of time so as not to waste precious minutes of getting reacquainted with my husband with dinner prep.
  • I have big plans for watching the remainder of my “Get Smart” disc this evening — yay, 1960s spy comedy! — so I can send it back to Netflix in the morning.
  • Sampson said I looked really pretty on Skype this afternoon (well, my afternoon, his late night). 🙂

Finally, these kitty dorkotrons always make me smile:

 

Twin Napping

Wonder Kitten powers activate, form of... NAP!

MilSpouse Friday Fill-In #32

SpouseBUZZBefore I get going on today’s questions, I’ll just throw in a shameless plug for my latest SpouseBUZZ post. I met my first “deployment gremlins” when they moved into my furnace like half a second after Sampson departed, but it turns out there was an unexpected bright side to a major household system going on the fritz.

Right, now onto the questions!

Do you or your {spouse} ever wish your {spouse} was in a different branch of the military? —submitted by The Turner Family

The only time I have ever witnessed a tinge of service-related “grass is greener” syndrome on Sampson’s part was when he waxed rhapsodic over the deliciousness of Air Force boxed nasty (boxed lunch, for the uninitiated). “They even included a comment card. A comment card!” he marveled.

However, the Air Force wouldn’t let Sampson land airplanes on boats, so I think we’ll stick with the Navy.

What duty station(s) are on your “No Way, Hell No, Not Going, Have Fun Unaccompanied” list and why? –submitted by Every Branch

I can’t think of a duty station to which I absolutely would not move, but there are definitely some that would inspire more of a fuss than others. I would prefer not to spend three years in Meridian, Mississippi. The town appears to have only one synagogue, it is far away from all of our family members, the job my husband would be doing wouldn’t be his first choice, and I haven’t heard stellar things about the job market for me.

I’d still go, though. After all, less-than-ideal living conditions can make for hilarious stories to share on the blog.

If you could be one age forever, what age would you choose and why? –submitted by Three Krakens

My mom has always said she has liked every age she’s been, and I would tend to agree. I would hate to miss out on something wonderful about being thirty because I got it in my head that life peaks at twenty-six.

If you were a breakfast cereal, which one would you be? —submitted by the C.W.

This is a much harder question than “What’s your favorite breakfast cereal?” would have been. Hmm… how about Grape Nuts topped with fresh sliced banana? I’m a little nutty, but that just adds a satisfying crunch to life, interspersed with bites of smooth sweetness for contrast. I’m not sure what the vanilla soymilk would signify.

What is your morning beverage of choice and why? —submitted by NH Girl Displaced

Tea and Flight Gloves

Yes, those are Sampson's flight gloves, and yes, that is my crazy morning hair.

Black tea, hands down. I enjoy coffee, but it’s always been an afternoon beverage for me. What I want when I first stumble into the kitchen is a big mug of “something civilizing,” as Sampson puts it. I don’t sweeten most teas, so I get to enjoy the slightly astringent complexity of the brew unimpeded by a sugar kick. This morning’s cuppa is a darjeeling from Adagio Teas.

Since hitting the fleet, Sampson has developed a morning coffee habit where none previously existed. We started out using a French press, but while it made good coffee, it was a pain to clean out the coffee grounds afterwards. When the carafe finally broke, I had just the excuse I needed to order an AeroPress. As soon as we gave it a test run, I wished we had pitched the French press years sooner. It makes a fantastic cuppa joe, and the clean-up is infinitely easier: just press the plunger and the whole “puck” of grounds flies into the trash with a satisfying thunk. No touching the damp, gritty spent grounds at all!


Are you a military spouse/fiancée/fiancé/girlfriend/boyfriend? Hie thee to ENS Wifey’s blog, snag the questions, and add yourself to the Mr. Linky for this week’s MilSpouse Friday Fill-In!

Time is Marching On

Flight Gear Vera

"Your helmet bag is comfy, hooman."

Today is a good day for my own personal ways of counting down until Sampson is home with me and a pair of kitties who would really prefer to have his flight gear conveniently strewn about for feline lounging. Not only did I get to flip the calendar page from February to March, but I get to put the trash and the recycling forward tonight. Recycling is every other week, so I am pleased to note the passage of fourteen more days in this deployment. I am two weeks — one fortnight! — closer to being able to hand trash duty back to my husband, a chore I will gladly relinquish into his capable hands the moment his plane touches down on United States soil.

My parents ventured down to visit me over the weekend, so I am coming down off the high of good food, fortifying drink, and excellent company. I hope they enjoyed their little mini-vacation as much as I did. It was so good to spend time with them, and it was refreshing to have a house full of laughter and loved ones again. I sometimes forget how quiet it truly is with just me in the house. Well, I’ll grant you that the cats can be noisy buggers when they’ve a mind, but they’re not big on witty repartee.

My in-laws are coming to visit next week, which is super-sweet of them. With any luck, my house will still be fairly organized from my whirlwind of pre-parental-visit cleaning this past Friday. It wouldn’t have been so bad, except I lost some of the housekeeping time I’d allotted when I discovered the necessity of mounting an all-out assault on the moths that had infiltrated my pantry. Gross, gross, gross. On the plus side, having to get in there with bleach forced me to clear out some items that had been sitting around for a while, like the wedding favor candy from my cousin’s reception a year and a half ago. Whoops.

In non-disgusting food news, I have a loaf of bread about to go into the oven, whereupon it will fill my house with a mouthwatering aroma that will make it difficult for me to resist tearing into the honey-whole-wheat goodness the nanosecond it’s done baking. Strength! I’m gonna need some strength here, people, lest I burn the roof of my mouth on the staff of life.

(It’d be totally worth it, though.)