"Aries- A little technical expertise will be necessary, and if you don't have it, go out and get it-or ask someone for help."
We just kind of looked at each other and giggled. Then I read mine aloud:
"Cancer- You have a special reunion of sorts in store, and you've been waiting quite some time for the opportunity to share your feelings."
We looked at each other again. We didn't giggle. We were almost creeped out by the accuracy of both of our horoscopes. You see, I've been searching for someone for a very long time. About 4 years to be exact. I'd searched on every social networking site, I'd searched through whitepages.com, I even paid a site to find her for me. They gave me an address which I sent a letter to, only to have what I assume to be a stranger read it. All of my attempts at finding her were futile. Well, about a week ago, I was searching again via myspace/facebook as I constantly did hoping that she'd eventually join one of these sites and right there on facebook was her face staring back at me. After all this time, all my efforts, there she was. I messaged her and about a few days later I was sitting in this very chair talking to her on the phone. There were many times where I thought that I may never hear from her again. I thought I'd never find her. I thought that if and when I did, she might not want to be in contact with me or that maybe she was totally different than I remembered. I never gave up though and I feel so blessed to have found her. People can say whatever they want about social networking sites about how they are so silly and this that and the other but it made this reunion possible so I give my thanks to that site! I am just so overjoyed that I found her and that she was so receiving of me.
Okay, onto other things...
Kyle and I had an appointment with the chaplain last Thursday and it went a lot better than I'd expected. I thought that he was going to be all super HOOAH go army and just bash me and how I need to be more understanding of my husband and the army lifestyle. He wasn't at all. He told Kyle to never to go his leadership about any troubles because their way of dealing with things is to get rid of the problem and if I'm the problem, their solution is to get Kyle to get rid of me. Which is ridiculous. When Kyle and I have time together, we get a long so well and rarely ever fight or anything...but when he goes to work at 5am and doesn't get out until 10pm and then has to be back to work at like 3am, things become stressful. His schedule is ridiculous. Tomorrow morning he has to be in at 2am. Seriously. I think the only way people could live the life that we do without fighting is if they didn't have feelings for one another. If their marriage had been reduced to just being roommates. The chaplain said that the problem is that Kyle is full and I am empty. Kyle goes to work and talks to people and uses up his estimated 10,000 words a day (It is estimated that a man feels the need to only speak 10,000 words a day) while I sit at home not saying anything unless I'm talking to Harley and my estimated 30,000 words a day are going unsaid (It is estimated that the average woman needs to speak 30,000 words a day!) Then when he comes home, it's usually time to go to sleep, or at least close to it so we don't even have much time to talk because he needs to go to sleep and get as much as he can before 2 am comes, or 3am or 4am or whatever the leadership decides for that day. It's very unhealthy to have such an unsteady schedule, yet somehow they don't see that. I'm usually not even upset with Kyle because I know it's not his fault. I'm upset at the army and his leadership, but I have nowhere to direct that frustration and I do my best to not take it out on Kyle but sometimes it's just been such a long day we both are just so upset that we don't get to spend time together.
The chaplain had suggested a book called the five love languages to Kyle weeks ago and Kyle had bought it for me for my re-birthday. I read it in 2 days. It really makes sense and I would suggest everyone read it. I don't feel that it is just for people in intimate relationships. I think it will help in relationships between parent and child, friends, any relationship you have with someone.
The five languages are:
Physical touch
Words of affirmation
Receiving Gifts
Acts of service
Quality time
To someone, love means doing the dishes while in order to show love to someone else you may need to tell them they are beautiful. Obviously all of the above is nice, but we all have our TOP love language. Take me for example. I took the little test it gives you in the book and my high score language was physical touch with 9 points but tied in a close second both with 8 points was quality time and words of affirmation. When you and your significant other learn each others language it is a lot easier to know what you can do to express love to them.
I hope this post doesn't make Kyle and I out to look like crazies. It's not like we're constantly at each other and screaming and yelling and throwing things. Not at all. It's more just us being frustrated and sad with the situation his leadership is putting us in and the visit to the chaplain was more for confirmation. The chaplain said we're not broken in anyway and that we're better off than most of the other couples he sees. He was surprised when we said we knew about each others financial situations when we got married and knew about past relationships and everything. I think he was relieved that he didn't have to fish his way through all that mess to get to the core of our issues. Haha.
Anyway, enough about that....
The kittens are adorable, but still no new homes for them. I've put a few ads on craigslist but noone is interested in them. There are so many animals around here it's insane. People discard their "pets" when they're done with them. There is such a vast amount of pet ads that there are so many pets and just not enough takers.
Oh! Okay, so funny story. This morning I was making breakfast and I was using the toaster oven and I had called my dad to see how things were going. As I was talking to him and watching the toaster oven, I'd noticed that there was like smoke rolling around inside and I'm just like... okay, not good. I open it up to see what the heck was going on and when I pulled out the rack a flame shot straight up. I calmly told my dad to hold on. I unplugged it and grabbed a bowl of water. By the time I got back on the phone, the flame was gone. It was a tiny piece of cheese that had caught on fire! Crazy!
Kyle and I called animal control on the neighbors dogs that just run around the neighborhood. Animal control didn't do anything. We're going to keep bugging them. I hope the neighbors don't slash our tires because of it. The guy at animal control said that they are public records so if they wanted to they could go down and find out who complained. I think that is kind of stupid. I don't know why they won't let you call in anonymously. Oh well, it's gotten to the point where I don't care. I'm tired of these dogs crapping in my yard, digging through trash and dragging it all over everyones yard. Ridiculous.
Anyway, I think this may be enough for now. There is plenty more I could rant and rave about, but I won't. Maybe I'll update more than I have been lately so that when I do update, it won't be so long.
Here are some pictures, enjoi!
Our vines are growing tall! They've reached the dish part of the satellite!
In addition to the morning glory blooms these little red guys finally decided to show themselves!
Pizza and calazones during our 4 day weekend! Mmm! Also, please note scattergories in the calazone picture. We've become pretty obsessed with playing it.
See the garbage in the neighbors driveway? Irritating. This is nothing like what it's been before!
Taco bell cup in our front yard.... we don't even eat taco bell.
GET OUT OF MY YARD!!!!
Nom in Kyle's bathrobe pocket
Moomers and Nom!
Trouble in the back, split in the front.
Trouble in the back, split sleeping and PITA front and center. PITA= pain in the ass. I like calling her PITA cottontail.
Nom and Harley sleeping next to my legs while I watched Dr. Phil this morning.
Look how nom is sitting! Hahaha! She sat there like that for a good while, too!
I realize that I look like an idiot but look at adorable nom sleeping! Awwww. (Yes, I'm wearing my AWESOME vintage high waist pants. You love them!)
