Don't Mess With It

I moved back to NJ because my husband moved to Iraq.

My other blog on LiveJournal gets all the love now.

Updates and Packing Crates

I'm awful at keeping up with this blog. Truth be told, it's easier to pay attention to my main blog which is elsewhere, only because it's been around for five years. Shame on me.

The husband will be deploying in a couple of months and I've decided to stay here in Texass for the year while he's gone. While all my friends and my Mom are back home on the East Coast, I really don't want to move back there any time soon. Not to mention, I don't want to have to move now then move again once he returns. I'd rather just kill time here and then move once the Army is done with him. Where will we be moving - to the Washington DC area, so that should be fun.

While El Paso really is not all that awesome - sand, dirt, dust, scorpions, it smells like poop when it rains - but I'll make the best of it.

I figure I'll go back to school, start painting again, try to get a job (although it might be hard since I don't speak Spanish - if not, I'll volunteer), visit friends and family around the country, get a sewing machine and make some stuff with the piles of fabric I stole from my old job (which I don't miss at all, by the way) - basically I'm just extending my already extended vacation.

That's all I have for now.

PAAAAAAARRRTTYYYYY

Having one is what I would be doing if I had any friends around here.

My darling husband left for a one month training exercise out in the Mojave Desert the other morning and won't be back until around the second week of February. So right now it's just me and Ziggy the kitty, hanging out, being awesome, eating Mike and Ike's and watching "Cocktail" in our fat pants.

I'm debating about whether or not I want to go back home to New Jersey for a week or so to kill some time, but the $400+ airfare is holding me back. Not to mention I don't know about taking the cat on the plane, since that would be about an extra $100. I could always call up Clint's Sgt's wife and ask if she would mind watching the cat for a week or I can kennel her, but it's just seems like a whole to-do.

Meh.

Spiders From Mars

Clint got me way too many things for Christmas, not that I'm complaining, but I only got him two things...that I didn't even get yet because I have no $$$.

Coffee pot, t-shirts, a bunch of books but the main thing he got me was a kitty!

We dabbled with the idea of getting a kitten a few months ago but somehow that thought bubble drifted away when we didn't want to deal with $100+ adoption fees and sickly looking cats at the animal shelter. Then on Christmas Eve he left the apartment in the middle of the day and came back an hour later with a little kitty cat in his arms.

She's about three months old, all white with a little grey patch on the top of her head that kind of looks like a flattened mohawk and hazel/gold eyes. After about a week and a half of just calling her "kitty" I finally decided to name her Ziggy Stardust. I know Ziggy Stardust was a man, but come on...he did lean a bit towards the lady side.

I think the name suits her well.

Green Eggs

I have lots to do today.

I need to write and send out my Christmas cards (no Edward Gorey this year), finish re-spooling approximately 700 yards of 550 cord, play some Xbox, put off cleaning for another day, make leftovers for dinner, drink a martini, take a bubble bath...oh, the trials and tribulations of being a housewife.

I baked a 10lb ham last night and then put a spicy mustard/honey/cider vinegar glaze on it. It was delicious and the smell of baked pork products is still roaming through our apartment. This thing better last us at least a week.

I've recently discovered the joys of Advil PM. I don't know how I ever lived without this stuff when I needed to get some sleep. But being that my bedtime these days is around 10:00 PM, these little blue pills are heaven sent. The only problem is that I wake up really early with them. I got up at 3:30 AM this morning, well really only because that's when he has to wake up for work today, but I was pretty much already awake by 3:00 AM. Awesome. Last Saturday I believe we got up at 6:30 AM. Right, on a Saturday.

Tasty when mixed with vodka and a maraschino cherry garnish....I'm guessing. Unfortunately we can't afford maraschino cherries.

It's wonderful stuff, people.

'Tis The Season To Be Whorey

My early Christmas present from Clint was my very own controller for the Xbox. Now I can play video games all day in style.

I also asked if we could get a *little* Christmas tree for the apartment. I haven't had an actual tree for the birth of baby Hay-Zeus in a very long time because I used to live with wild animals which are known to most people by the simple term of cats. These "cats" loved drinking the tree water and climbing the thing like it was Mt. Everest, so any sort of upright plant life in our home was a no-go. Now that I have my own place and no cats in sight (at least not yet) I could finally have a damn tree.

So right, I asked if we could get a little tree. Clint's response was, "I guess" and that was the end of that. There is a Christmas tree farm where the pumpkin patch used to be in the parking lot of the Kmart. They have what I would call little trees that are about 2'-3' tall, which is exactly what I wanted because our apartment is not big.

The other night he comes home with a tree that is taller than I am (to put this in perspective, I am about 5'4"). This tree, with stand is around 6'2".

I asked him why such a big tree, he said it was the smallest one they had, so I have no idea where he got this thing from. After that we went grocery shopping (they were having a sale on mustard - 10 for $10 - but we could not figure out what we were going to do with 10 bottles of mustard even though we both love the stuff.

After we came home I asked when we were going to put the tree up, "I don't know, you wanted the thing" was the answer I received. You see, Clint isn't really into the whole Christmas thing. Me on the other hand, I like the cheesy part of the holiday. The Christmas carols, red rider bb guns, gingerbread men, snow (but not in Texas!) and tinsel.

I went to Kmart and got some tree trimming things....and then the tree sat on our living room floor for two days, still in its sad little net from the tree farm.

I decided to be proactive on Friday and get this thing going - so after two hours of wrestling with this tree, cutting off branches with a serrated kitchen knife and having needles poke me in the eye I got the damn thing upright and sturdy. All by myself without any help from Grinch Master Clint.

BEHOLD! (pictures are crappy because they were taken with my blackberry. I managed to leave my digital camera charger back in New Jersey. Way to go, me.)

Our tree topper is a skull mask, because that is how we roll.

He says he hates Christmas but I catch him looking at the tree every once in a while when it's lit up. I think he secretly loves my (our) tree.

Whatever

He officially got stop-lossed last week, which means he will be going back to Iraq, probably in the early summer.

Yesterday he found out that he will be going to NTC, which is a training center in California that lasts six weeks between January and February. At first he wasn't going, but apparently Sgt. Major changed his mind. Awesome.

I might be going back home to New Jersey some time during those six weeks, but I don't know yet. I guess it beats sitting around in El Paso...alone.

This is my life at the moment.

Death Grips and Bananas

I saw my first scorpion today!

The day started out with me going out on a date with a fellow Army wife I met through my other blog. We went on a romantic ride through the mountains which took us to the Outlet Mall, which was awesome, by the way.

There was this coffee shop there that had a Banana Mocha drink on the menu. We did not stay for delicious warm beverages because we would have had to sit outside and it's was pretty cold out today (45 degrees) so we left and went to go get some Mexican tummy treats which consisted of salsa that burned our tongues off and enchiladas!

I got home around 7:30 and was bored so I decided to go to the local hot spot, also known as Kmart, to browse around and purchase some toilet paper and Almond Joys. I spent about an hour there and was on my merry way, while I was walking through the parking lot I looked down and saw it! A tiny baby scorpion no bigger than an inch crawling around on the ground. It actually kind of freaked me out and I walked a little faster so it could not attack me. After that I told myself I did not want to train them.

That's my story.

But ever since I got home I've been having wet daydreams about this Banana Mocha nonsense. BANANA MOCHA! Clint is like me, he is introverted and needs to be motivated to go out and do something. So once he returns (one more week!) I'm going to force him to go out and tell him I want to go to the outlet mall just so I can get one of these banana mocha things....and also some bubble bath stuff from Bath and Body Works.

He would be buying, of course.

World Wide Woe Is Me

Clint left today, he has to go out into the field to do some Brigade nonsense thing. He'll be gone for two weeks and return some time between November 24-27. :(

Also I have no money, electric bill is due next week, and our internet wasn't working so I had to call Time Warner and have them come set it up and take more money from me that...oh right, I don't have (credit card).

I'm going to be eating nothing but pasta and frozen vegetables because we couldn't go grocery shopping before he left because his bank is dumb.

I might just take his sleeping pills every day and sleep for two weeks straight, not like I can do much of anything else.

AND today is his birthday. He's 31.

The Birds!

I have a craving for Ovaltine and croutons.

Last night I woke up around 2:00 AM and couldn't fall back asleep until around 4:00 AM...and then waking up at 4:30 - it was good times.

So after Clint left to go to work I tried to go back to sleep, only thing is I COULD NOT because there are a trillionty birds outside loitering in the trees chirping away. Seriously, it's an ungodly amount of noise, so much it sounds like we're living in the middle of the Amazon. You know, the rainforest we have here in Texas.

Remember in "Steel Magnolias" when Drum has to get rid of the millions of birds in the trees before Shelby's reception and he shoots them out of there, that is what I would like to do. The only think I'm lacking in is a gun (and Ovaltine). Being that I am now a cowgirl and it's legal to pack heat, I should probably work on that.

But it all makes perfect sense now! The complex we live in is called Raintree. I'm sure that accounts for all the birds and not the fact that Raintree Drive is across the street. They should have put that on their website.

I also decided to go out and make a video. What else have I got going on at 6:00 AM anyway since I can't sleep BECAUSE OF ALL THE DAMN BIRDS.

So here's my shit quality video of those damn birds. Amp up the chirping sound by eighty five million (85,000,000) and that's what you hear from my point of view.

The Birds of Texas from Daimiel on Vimeo.

I have also decided that no way am I getting my eyebrows waxed in Texico so I have to pull out the tweezers instead. I know that if I let someone here pour hot wax on my face I'll end up leaning like a chola. No thanks!