Will it ever end?

Again - 32*C - feels like 39. It's only 1:30. I need to clean my little bungalow but my god I can barely muster the energy to type in this heat. On the plus side, once I've done the living room and kitchen I can finish in the bedroom which I have closed the door too and BLASTED the wonderful, beautiful, heavenly Air Conditioner. *sigh* I do not know how I could have survived this heat wave without it...really. Vultures would probably be circling the sky above my house, just waiting for me to finally succumb to the heat. Ok...on to happier things.

My birthday is coming up! :) Sept. 30th, which is on a Thursday. So I think that Friday Mr. M and I are going bowling (because I love bowling and he never takes me, as I always beat him), then pretty room at a hotel, get all dressed up, and eat supper at the restaurant. That's all I want this year. I am pretty sick of going out and would much prefer bowling. I think that I'm beginning to show signs of age. Although, I'm only turning 22. He he.

Speaking of going out, I went out a couple of weekends ago with an old friend. I had a great time in the beginning but was crying at the end of the night. The clubs are just toxic (and not the terrible song by Brittany Spears, yes I just watched the whole thing - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LOZuxwVk7TU&ob=av2e)  for me. I love dancing and drinking and having a good time, but I think I love it too much. I need my Mr. M with me, or a good group of girls that have men too so we can all be bitches together and tell the boys to get lost. I am nice, which sometimes doesn't get me far in life. Believe me, I have changed when it comes to how shy I used to be, but I'm still the same sweet girl I have always been. I get hurt easily and don't take well to confrontation or having people be angry with me. It's hard to not care, but I'm definitely working on that.

As for the old friend, she's still a very, very good friend who I love and will stand up or any day and I miss her terribly, but we are in different places. - Literally and figuretively.

Oh my, guess I should get to work. I can't wait to clean the bedroom, *drool* COLD AIR!

Love,

Tmo

6 DAYS!

6 DAYS

Till my hunny comes home from Deployment!

Like OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS, this is almost overrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

I am happy. excited. in love. anxious. impatient. thankful. stressed.

So many complicated feelings, but first and foremost - Excited and Happy! (Of course)

I have 38 hours this week at work and, as I usually only have 25, I am stressed about getting this place organized of my things before he comes home and needs to move his stuff in from his Mom's, where its stored. My mommy is coming this Friday night till Saturday afternoon to help me organize, I think. Which would be great.

 It is currently almost 9:00pm, and I feel the need to watch Gilmore Girls and organize. Wish me luck.

T-hehehe.

Love to you all!

Tmo

Awkward Turtle Butterflies

Hiya Bloggersss.

I am trying to work with this terrible internet connection that I am currently stealing borrowing from a fellow neigbour. It fails at being a wireless connection. I need to go to bed very soon since I work a split and then drive to my Mommy's tomorrow! Which is a 45 minute drive, not terrible, just not fun after a long day. I am looking forward to being out there for a weekend. I will get fed!

NOM NOM NOM

I have no stove. It kind of just plain sucks sometimes. I'm getting used to it though. I stupidely bought a McCain frozen pizza that I know can't eat, knowing I did not have a stove. I have no idea why.

This little home is incredibly chaotic looking at the moment, but I still love it. It makes my tummy fill with pretty butterflies full of happy. This is metaphoricle. I do not consume butterflies, though I would for like 1000$. Anyway, we are off topic.

Little home = topic.

I have nothing else to say about that actually. Hummm, so this is awkward...

Uh, so...yah, goodbye?

Love,

Tmo

Numbers

 So, I would be in bed but it's covered. Clothes, books, and various hair products are covering my bed in my attempts to clean. The fact is: I clean at night. Which is such an annoying habit. I feel most like cleaning late, late at night, but I'm tired, so I always end up cleaning half my room then grow tired enough that I dump everything from my bed onto my floor. It's just stupid really.  I shall blog then finish the clean/fail at cleaning process. Perhaps try daytime cleaning tomorrow?

  Since this is a blog that focuses on my riveting life I do have to talk about my life as a military girlfriend. I try to stay away from the topic since people don't generally like to hear me complain but it's a part of me, so deal with it. 16 Days. 2 more weekends. 11 days with him. 2 Weeks. However you want to put it, it's really damn soon. Then a possible 55 days till his break. 20 Days of his break. 4 and a half months until he comes home after that. 8 Months until we move in together. My head is overloaded with dates, countdowns, and possible time lines. I can't wait for life to be normal again.

  I want this dress sooooo badly from American Apparel. I love love love it.

I'm a huge fan of Audrey Hepburn, and I found a quote that I love so much by her, thought I'd share it:

"Nothing is impossible, the word itself says 'I'm possible'!"

That is about all I can handle of blogging. Night Night.

Love, T. Jayne