I am going a bit crazy over here. First, we keep getting told "oh, you'll know by tomorrow where you're going". Yeah, right. Stop pulling my chain and stop messing with peoples lives and freaking just tell us so that I can plan. Seriously. My sister has recently gotten engaged and has chosen the worst date ever to get married. My other sister actually chose a worse date (it ended up being the day after I came home from my mission) but I had no control over that. This time, I've been told that one of the reasons her date was chosen was because two of her best/favorite ROOM MATES would be able to be there. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but if she is consulting her ROOM MATES why wasn't her SISTER consulted????????? My husband graduates three days after she gets married. Both dates are WAY TOO CLOSE to Christmas. Which means, if I wanted to go to said wedding I would have to find about $1500 for all of us to get there. That's saying Matt could go. Or if we could even go. Because we might be moving. Again. My parents were also planning on coming to visit us next month. But my dad takes the longest time to do things. Turns out he might have made a good choice. He called today and said that he would rather help pay for us to come to my sisters wedding than spend the money to come out here. But can I do anything about anything?? No. Because I don't know if we're moving. Am I whining? Yes. I cannot be upset about this tomorrow. Because I give myself a certain amount of time to be angry about something. That way I can get it out. I just hate being out of control. And while I'm at my whining, I just want to add that maternity pants really need to be made longer. I have a 36 inch inseam people. Why does everyone stop at 34???? I need those two extra inches. I'm making do with what I've got, but I'm hoping those belly bands I bought are going to help me wear my regular pants (which of course are 36 inches) so that I don't look retarded. Also, why is Cloris still on DWTS???? I am never able to watch it so that I can vote. Sigh. Tomorrow there will be no whining or complaining or anger. In fact, there are a few things that are making me laugh right now. Like how my SIL called and said that my FIL was in the hospital with ammonia. I thought, um, did he walk in carrying some? Or did he drink it? Or sniff it?? I repeated "he has pneumonia" and she said yeah, ammonia. Sigh. I had a good laugh at that one. I've been laughing at that one since Saturday.
This is my blog. I write about being a military wife. Which is pretty much the same as other wives. Except when my husband leaves, it isn't for a week long business trip. Sometimes I write about regular stuff. Sometimes I don't. But hey, this is me. :)
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