So I've been super busy the past few days. I helped my best friend Amanda and her husband move into their new house this past weekend. It was a lot of work, but really cool at the same time. I'm so excited for them! I can't wait until Tim and I can finally get a home together.
Speaking of which, Tim will be home in 14 days! Two weeks goes by so fast. I can't wait!
So last night I went to another Hangar dance. It was a lot of fun! I won the prize for best period uniform. :) I've never really won anything, so this was pretty cool. My picture will be on the website until the next one in September.
Anyway, it was a pretty awesome weekend, though a very tiring one.
Last week I got to hang out with Diane, which was also fun! I finally got my nose pierced, which I've been wanting to do for a while. I like it. :) I also cut and dyed my hair again, and I inadvertantly made it look like the Amy Adams as Amelie Eirhardt. Hm, I know her last ame is not spelled right but I don't know how to spell it... :P Either way, it's cute and I like it. So overall, I"m pleased with my changes lately. I hope Tim likes them.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Drill
O my word. So I transferred to the Reserves last week and lo and behold, they had drill this weekend. Which really threw a wrench in my plans, but I got to keep some of them. Well, Friday, I had my first gig with the band I sing with, Without a Cauze. It was in an art exhibit. Well, kind of. These people's idea of art was putting a woman in red sequinced spanks and then putting her in a glass tank while to other women in tutus push her in a circle. HHmmm....
Anyway, it was a lot of fun and I was surprised at how much of a hit we were with the crowd. I thought we would be too normal sounding for these guys, but they liked it. :)
After trying to find an open exit for 94E for about half an hour (seriously, what was going on with that?), Diane and I finally made it back to CG and then I had to get home and get to bed. I got to sleep at about 2.
The next morning I had drill at 7:30, which means be there at 7:15, which means leave the house by 6:20. Well, I was pretty tired that day.
Saturday night, I had the Hangar Dance. I had a WWII uniform and everything, so heck no was I staying home! I went and had a grand ol' time in Victory Curls and everything! Well, I made myself leave a little early so I could get to bed at a decent hour, so I got to bed about 1. Well, I had the same schedule the next morning for drill. I got home about 5:30 yesterday and slept for 15 hours! I haven't slept that long in a long time. But it was so worth it, for the dance and everything. :)
And now, time for my 'mom was so mad' story. So one day over Christmas time, my husband was home and we were all over at mom's house for dinner, I believe it was. By everyone was there, I mean all the kids (all 7 of them, plus Tim.) So anyway, we were telling stories about our childhood, which is often how those sorts of evenings turn out. Silly stories, bad stories, sad stories, etc. Well, I was saying how when I was younger, mom had told me a few times to take a shot of Vanilla Stolis Vodka to clear my sinuses. She got so mad! I don't know why she doesn't remember this, but she doesn't and proceeded to yell at me about making things up. Well, that's when my sister chimed in and said that mom had her do it too! So my mom got super mad and started saying that Diane and I were IMPLANTING these memories about her and were collaborating to make things up. WHY would we do that? Where would we have implanted these memories from? The computer into our brain chips? What possible reason would we have to make things up about her when we already have an abundance of stories to tell? And I don't know why she was so mad and defensive about it in the first place. It wasn't when we were tiny children, it was when we lived in CG so Jr. High at the youngest. Anyway, on the way back to our hotel, Tim commented on how mad she got about it and didn't understand it either, so now Tim, Diane and I joke about how we implant memories and make things up about mom just to make her mad. Hehe.
Anyway, it was a lot of fun and I was surprised at how much of a hit we were with the crowd. I thought we would be too normal sounding for these guys, but they liked it. :)
After trying to find an open exit for 94E for about half an hour (seriously, what was going on with that?), Diane and I finally made it back to CG and then I had to get home and get to bed. I got to sleep at about 2.
The next morning I had drill at 7:30, which means be there at 7:15, which means leave the house by 6:20. Well, I was pretty tired that day.
Saturday night, I had the Hangar Dance. I had a WWII uniform and everything, so heck no was I staying home! I went and had a grand ol' time in Victory Curls and everything! Well, I made myself leave a little early so I could get to bed at a decent hour, so I got to bed about 1. Well, I had the same schedule the next morning for drill. I got home about 5:30 yesterday and slept for 15 hours! I haven't slept that long in a long time. But it was so worth it, for the dance and everything. :)
And now, time for my 'mom was so mad' story. So one day over Christmas time, my husband was home and we were all over at mom's house for dinner, I believe it was. By everyone was there, I mean all the kids (all 7 of them, plus Tim.) So anyway, we were telling stories about our childhood, which is often how those sorts of evenings turn out. Silly stories, bad stories, sad stories, etc. Well, I was saying how when I was younger, mom had told me a few times to take a shot of Vanilla Stolis Vodka to clear my sinuses. She got so mad! I don't know why she doesn't remember this, but she doesn't and proceeded to yell at me about making things up. Well, that's when my sister chimed in and said that mom had her do it too! So my mom got super mad and started saying that Diane and I were IMPLANTING these memories about her and were collaborating to make things up. WHY would we do that? Where would we have implanted these memories from? The computer into our brain chips? What possible reason would we have to make things up about her when we already have an abundance of stories to tell? And I don't know why she was so mad and defensive about it in the first place. It wasn't when we were tiny children, it was when we lived in CG so Jr. High at the youngest. Anyway, on the way back to our hotel, Tim commented on how mad she got about it and didn't understand it either, so now Tim, Diane and I joke about how we implant memories and make things up about mom just to make her mad. Hehe.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
How Kitch!
So a little while ago, I did a pin up style photo shoot for my husband's birthday. I had a lot of fun and the guy/girl team that did it were wonderful. Lucas Weismann did it for me. Anyway, I got some of the pictures back and wanted to post them! Since my husband won't see them on here, I figured it'd be ok. Hehe. Luke showed them to a co-worker of his to show his work, and the guy wants to by a poster! :) How cool is that? I'm a bona fide pin-up. Ok, maybe not, but close. Anyway, I'm super excited either way because they came back looking a lot better than I was expecting. Luke is making them into a small mag-type format with an interview and centerfold and everything. I hope Tim likes it. ;) BTW, my mom doesn't know about it. She'd probably be mad. (She'd probably think it was inappropriate or something...)
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