I'm Baaaaaaaack!

I'm back! R&R was fantastic-- the best 15 days of this deployment to be sure (but more on that later). Thanks for all of the well wishes and sweet notes both on the blog and on Twitter. 

I've got lots to catch up on, but I promise, I'll have new posts up soon! (I already have a new recipe that I can't wait to share with you!)

I've Been Waiting for This for 7 Months!

It's my hope that by the time you read this, I will have already hugged John approximately eight-thousand times. Because he's only home for such a short amount of time, I will be completely offline. That means, no tweeting, Facebooking, pinning, emailing or blogging for me. I do not want to regret wasting a moment of time that John and I have together (and with everything we have planned-- including wedding stuff-- we will need every second!). 

So, this blog will be very stagnant for two weeks. Afterward, though-- look out! I promise I'll have tons of awesome posts after I get back (including some new care package ideas for you to try).

Please feel free to comment, email, Facebook, or tweet me while I'm gone. I will get back to everyone after I put John back on the plane.

In the meantime, grab someone you love who's nearby, give 'em a hug, and do something nice for 'em.

See you later!

So. Excited.

I am desperately trying to write this blog post without being completely distracted. I have a feeling this is going to take me twice as long to write and I'll end up with a handful of half-baked sentences when I'm done. I apologize, my lovely friends.

Usually, I'm a focused, butt-kicking, names-taking tornado of activity. This year, that hasn't been me. But right now, that really isn't me. I just cannot stay focused for the life of me.

And that's because...

This month, John comes home for R&R. 

Writing that sentence is so thrilling. 

It's been seven months since we've seen each other. I'm fairly certain that I have forgotten how to kiss in that time. (If I have, that's going to be one awkward scene in the airport.) I have to remember how to be 27 again, since my insane cross stitching binge has aged me about 53 years. (Don't mind me while I adjust my dentures.) I spent Christmas break shopping for new, cute winter clothes. I got a haircut and  I need to get a manicure and pedicure to convince John that I haven't let myself go to seed. (Although, during this deployment I've watched way too many episodes of "Honey Boo Boo" and convinced myself too many times that chocolate constitutes a legitimate dinner. I am shame-faced.)

Soon, at an undisclosed time on some day during January at an undisclosed place somewhere in the US, John's boots are going to hit American soil and R&R will begin!  

And until then, I have to keep myself busy with something, even if it's flitting from half-finished final exam that I'm desperately trying to write, to a half-written email, to an online shopping cart filled with cross stitch kits, to laundry that I keep forgetting in the dryer.

And please, just ignore the fact that I'm currently wearing half of my pjs and half of what I wore to work. I'm a happy, nervous, twitchy mess right now. I can't possibly be bothered with putting on a whole set of clothes.