It's a Party! And You're Invited!

To my pity party that is. I drove Rich to the squadron today. A short little 3 week deployment. I was SO DARN SAD. I can NOT NOT NOT believe that I used to do this for 3, 4, 5, or even 6 months at a time. I used to be a salty navy wife. Now, I am a wussy reservist's wife. In my defense, the reserve det was preceded by a three day trip at his regular job and he will have 48 hours after he gets home from Japan before he is off on another 3-day for the airline. And, I am spoiled now. My sense of relativity has changed. Yes, he is PERPETUALLY gone, but now he calls me 15 million times a day when he is on a trip. He calls me so much that we actually run out of things to say. So, at this point, 3 weeks of intermittent email and IM sounds foreboding.

Oh, and let's just remember that he will be based out of our old duty station. I hated it there by the time I left, but seven years later I have nostalgic memories of the good times and of THE FOOD! What do you want to bet that the man will be eating at one of my old favs on our anniversary??? Or dancing and playing shuffleboard at the O-club until they throw everybody out?? Actually, it is likely that he will be doing a lot of humanitarian type missions given the tragedies on that side of the world. That actually makes the separation much more bearable. If I can hold down the home front while he does that, then I feel like I have done at least a little, indirect something to help those people who need so much help right now.

I am off to wallow in my inexcusably pathetic, lonely self-pity now.

Hey you! If you are reading this, I'm sure a multitude of new dishes from China Pete's and gifts from Osan might ease my pain!