6 more days

Isn't he just the cutest thing you ever did see? That's what I thought! Haha. 6 more days until he is home. When he first left I figured it wouldn't be too bad. Like a long vacation, or some "time away from each other" It has been far from that! The first few days I would get super ansy around 4:30 when he would normally get off work and head over here. I didn't even realize it until a few days into the week. And then it hit me that I am pathetically addicted to him. So then it was Sunday and my life got hectic. I had distractions, and was beyond stressed so the once a day emails sufficed for the need for contact. Then when the stress level got to one I could handle I realized I hadn't had an email from Dave in a couple of days. Then I got super crazy and needed emails daily. (Yessss I went insane.) Now its 6 days until he is home. And I got to talk to him twice on the phone for about an hour or so each time. It was grand!!! Anyway, 6 more days.
Less than a week. Tuesday, Wednsday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday.. AND MONDAY HE IS HOME. hahaah Mehhhh
So all I can think about is Monday night and how awesome it will be to be back together. We are going to watch a movie and eat some food. (probably the pizza he loves so much) and veg. It will be a grand homecoming. I am not quite at the insanity stage of meeting him on the dock. (though one day I am sure it will get to that.)

Other than my extreme countdown life is pretty good. I am realizing that I really have some great support with the people I associate with. Hopefully I give them enough support back.
OH! and It's almost Halloween! This is fast becoming one of my favorite Holidays.
I will probably blog some more in the coming months, and dont worry they wont all be about Dave and how my life sucks when he is gone. (mind you he will be gone again in december to go visit his family and then in feb. to go visit his bestfriend josh.)
I love life. And I am so happy I can finally say that. :)

Confessions of a Complainer

Mehhhh. Honestly, life sucks. And at times I feel I am trying so hard and nothing right is happening. Thankfully I know there is a point to it all.
My mom is in a care center and I know I should be thankful that she has insurance that will cover her being there but at times it seems that the daunting feeling something else is going to go wrong. As soon as she gets home I am afraid she is going to do something to make her condition worse. It's time like these that I am so thankful I have the gospel in my life to help me hold tight to the rod. Also the missionaries that have served in SD and are now home really help because its not awkward to express my angst and fears because they are still in missionary mode.

Meh. So also going on is that Dave, (the boyfriend) is out to sea. He comes home in 12 days! I am beyond jazzed. Being apart gave me time to think about some small things that were bothering, but now I am more secure in what I was thinking and blah blah blah. I am just super happy hes going to be home :) Being apart has sucked. Ontop of my mother's drama it was not fun feeling alone like I have been.
mehhhh. oh well.
I think ill sleep some more. that seems to be in excess. I feel asleep earlier and it was about five hours later that I woke up. Crazy amounts of sleep are not necessarily a good thing. Oh well.