Today is my last day of working in Houston. Monday I'll start getting things ready to move back to Salina! I'm pretty excited about going back, it's like I'm going back home.
The best part about it is I know I'm going to be with Brandon. Every day I am going to be able to wake up and go to bed with him. I'll get to cook and clean and watch TV with him. I get to do wife stuff and I. Am. Pumped.
This is my last week in Houston and as much as I would like to say I'm going to miss it, I'm not.
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Love Knows No Distance
Since nobody reads my blogs I kind of figure it's a good outlet for me to put down all of the things I can't say out loud...so here goes.
Brandon and I got married on August 29, 2014. We had a very, very, very small wedding at my aunt's house. One of my oldest friends was there to witness with her husband. It was very nice, very small and very much exactly what I wanted. Here's the catch, we haven't told our parents yet. We really didn't want to tell anyone, not because it's like this huge secret, no one is pregnant, nothing like that. We wanted to have this time together where we could just be married and not have people have to put their two cents into everything. The only thing is. although we're legally married we are still living in two different states, which is problematic. The marriage is a good thing but it's so much harder being in a long distance relationship while you're married to when you're just dating.
We had made a plan, over a year ago, that I would move down to Houston, get a job and get into school. While I was doing that I was also supposed to start fixing up a house on some family property so Brandon and I could live there. Brandon was supposed to follow me down to Houston, he was just going to take a little longer as he needed to get transferred with Verizon. However, as life would have it, that didn't happen. Brandon couldn't get transferred and then the original nine month plan turned into a year and then he decided he wanted to join the military (a choice I completely support) and the attempt to transfer stopped and here we are. Married, only seen each other a handful of times over the past year and we're both completely miserable.
Solution? I'm going to move back to Kansas. We're looking at renting a house in Salina, hopefully I will be moved by the first of the year. I basically hate living in Houston, although a big city does have its perks, I love Kansas. Besides, I need to be away from my family. They drive me absolutely crazy and I can't stand it. And Brandon needs to be out of his dads house, he's been living there for the past few years after his roommate didn't want to renew their lease. It'll be good all around, and the best part is that we'll be a real married couple who lives together. I can't wait :)
Love knows no distance, and it shouldn't have to...
Brandon and I got married on August 29, 2014. We had a very, very, very small wedding at my aunt's house. One of my oldest friends was there to witness with her husband. It was very nice, very small and very much exactly what I wanted. Here's the catch, we haven't told our parents yet. We really didn't want to tell anyone, not because it's like this huge secret, no one is pregnant, nothing like that. We wanted to have this time together where we could just be married and not have people have to put their two cents into everything. The only thing is. although we're legally married we are still living in two different states, which is problematic. The marriage is a good thing but it's so much harder being in a long distance relationship while you're married to when you're just dating.
We had made a plan, over a year ago, that I would move down to Houston, get a job and get into school. While I was doing that I was also supposed to start fixing up a house on some family property so Brandon and I could live there. Brandon was supposed to follow me down to Houston, he was just going to take a little longer as he needed to get transferred with Verizon. However, as life would have it, that didn't happen. Brandon couldn't get transferred and then the original nine month plan turned into a year and then he decided he wanted to join the military (a choice I completely support) and the attempt to transfer stopped and here we are. Married, only seen each other a handful of times over the past year and we're both completely miserable.
Solution? I'm going to move back to Kansas. We're looking at renting a house in Salina, hopefully I will be moved by the first of the year. I basically hate living in Houston, although a big city does have its perks, I love Kansas. Besides, I need to be away from my family. They drive me absolutely crazy and I can't stand it. And Brandon needs to be out of his dads house, he's been living there for the past few years after his roommate didn't want to renew their lease. It'll be good all around, and the best part is that we'll be a real married couple who lives together. I can't wait :)
Love knows no distance, and it shouldn't have to...
Saturday, October 4, 2014
College.
I'm back in college. The last time I tried this was in 2009 and it didn't work out very well.
So anyway, I'm back in school and I really like it. Although I'm just taking my basics right now, I'm hoping to walk out of this junior college with my AA. And from there, I'm not really sure where I'm going to go. I want to get my degree in American History focusing on colonial America and the Revolution, ultimately I would like to get my PhD but we'll see how the funding goes. Right now I'm receiving the Pell Grant and that's paying for my tuition and books. I am available to receive the GI Bill but I'm saving that for whenever I go to a big school because I don't think the Pell Grant will cover all of the tuition.
But all of this is leaving out the big issue of Brandon. He's still set on joining the Marines which, at this rate I don't see happening. His recruiter is being kind of a tool bag and hasn't gotten back to Brandon on anything yet. So, hopefully he is able to enlist soon and go off to basic training. Sometime after that he'll get orders to his permanent duty station and wherever that is is where I will go to school. Hopefully he does not end up in Virginia...California would be better. Or England. Just not Virginia or Japan.
Back to the issue of my school...I'm taking English 1301, History 1301, Geology 1403 and Art History II and that last class is kicking my butt. I don't understand art at all. I signed up for the class because 1) I need an art class to graduate and 2) I thought it would be more history and less art. Boy, was I wrong. These people are talking about formal elements and principles of design and techniques used and I don't understand it. How is a line a formal element? Everything has lines in it so how are they significant? Anyway, I had to give a presentation this past Thursday on a sculpture by Benvenuto Cellini, the bronze portrait Bust of Cosimo de Medici. First question, who the hell are these people and second question, why is this even relevant? This whole thing was pretty hard for me because, as I said, I don't understand art and I had no idea where to even begin so I just built this presentation the same way I build my briefs for the Navy. Whenever I got all the info on the piece, like the background and iconography, etc. I just filled in everything else to make sure it met all of the required criteria. It ended up working out because my professor said I did a good job and one of my classmates said that she could tell I did a lot of research. I ended up being the first presenter, which is fine with me because I just wanted to get it over with. I'm glad I went first because all of the presentations that came after mine were not so great. But that's just my humble opinion. But it was seriously really good.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Running Makes Me Sane
I've been running a lot lately. A lot. I'm not extraordinarily fast, I average about a 10 minute mile. I don't run very far, in the fall/winter I was averaging about 5 miles a run and now that it's summer and the heat and humidity are out in full force I'm averaging about 2 miles a run. But the frequency of my runs has gone up. Way, way up. I went from running 2-3 times a week, every other week to running 5-6 times a week, every week.
I never stopped to think why I started running so much, I just did. I didn't even think about running, I just did it. A few days ago it dawned on me why I'm running so much, and the realization came from someone else just making an observation; my stress level has been through the roof the last few months. Yes, I normally am stressed out about something, everyone is, but what I realized is that my stress level has gone up exponentially due to multiple things. One, my job is ridiculous. I have never hated going to work before but now, I'm always late and I'm leaving as early as I can and I don't care. It used to not be so bad but a lot has happened with the way the place is being managed, and I'm being treated like an idiot so yeah, I hate it. Second, I'm in a long distance relationship. I see Brandon once every 2-3 months. That's stressful. Third, I'm in the Navy. And then there's my family. Enough said.
Although I'm extremely stressed, I'm not freaking out like I usually do and I really think it's because I'm running so much. Not only running but lifting. I did 192 squats today 5 different ways with weight ranging from 125-200 lbs. Why? Two months ago you wouldn't have caught me dead in the free weight section and now I'm owning it. Two months ago you wouldn't have seen me running around the neighborhood twice in the same week.
"So what?" you might ask. Well, I'm realizing that - coming from a family who relies heavily on medicine to fix everything - sometimes the best medicine is just going outside and taking a walk. It's amazing to me how stressed I should be, but how stressed I'm not.
To all those who have enormous amounts of stress, or those battling depression and to all those who think that you can't do it, so you won't, now is the time to get up, go outside and do your body the best favor you can, get active. You only get one life, might as well be happy with it.
I never stopped to think why I started running so much, I just did. I didn't even think about running, I just did it. A few days ago it dawned on me why I'm running so much, and the realization came from someone else just making an observation; my stress level has been through the roof the last few months. Yes, I normally am stressed out about something, everyone is, but what I realized is that my stress level has gone up exponentially due to multiple things. One, my job is ridiculous. I have never hated going to work before but now, I'm always late and I'm leaving as early as I can and I don't care. It used to not be so bad but a lot has happened with the way the place is being managed, and I'm being treated like an idiot so yeah, I hate it. Second, I'm in a long distance relationship. I see Brandon once every 2-3 months. That's stressful. Third, I'm in the Navy. And then there's my family. Enough said.
Although I'm extremely stressed, I'm not freaking out like I usually do and I really think it's because I'm running so much. Not only running but lifting. I did 192 squats today 5 different ways with weight ranging from 125-200 lbs. Why? Two months ago you wouldn't have caught me dead in the free weight section and now I'm owning it. Two months ago you wouldn't have seen me running around the neighborhood twice in the same week.
"So what?" you might ask. Well, I'm realizing that - coming from a family who relies heavily on medicine to fix everything - sometimes the best medicine is just going outside and taking a walk. It's amazing to me how stressed I should be, but how stressed I'm not.
To all those who have enormous amounts of stress, or those battling depression and to all those who think that you can't do it, so you won't, now is the time to get up, go outside and do your body the best favor you can, get active. You only get one life, might as well be happy with it.
Monday, June 9, 2014
Patience and Love
Everyone knows that being in a relationship is not easy. If you want your relationship to work, you have to work at it. Being in a long distance relationship is even harder. I really took for granted the time that Brandon and I were together before I moved and I wish I hadn't. I regret the times I didn't show him how much I appreciate him or how much I love him. Now that I'm in Houston and he's in Kansas we have to work extra hard at our relationship and truly, every day is a struggle because all we have now is the phone. We don't get to see other ever. Maybe once every 8-12 weeks and it sucks and it takes a lot of patience to not want to just give up.
Over the course of this past weekend I found my patience being tried in virtually every way by Brandon. I have wanted to give up, more than once. I have wanted to punch him in his face, more than once. I got pushed to my breaking point and I never want to be there again. I'm not going to go into details on what got us there but it's the worst feeling ever. And from this past weekend, I've learned a lot about myself and my relationship with Brandon, and more than anything, I have learned to be a bit more patient. But, I've also learned that Brandon doesn't listen very well and regardless of what I say to him he's still going to do whatever he wants. That sounds a lot worse than it actually is. Sometimes he listens to me :)
Regardless of how mad he makes me and how much I want to punch him in his very handsome face, I can't imagine my life without him and he makes me infinitely more happy than angry. And that's what I have to focus on. Even though we never get to see each other and even though we are currently leading totally separate lives, it's temporary. It only seems like forever.
Over the course of this past weekend I found my patience being tried in virtually every way by Brandon. I have wanted to give up, more than once. I have wanted to punch him in his face, more than once. I got pushed to my breaking point and I never want to be there again. I'm not going to go into details on what got us there but it's the worst feeling ever. And from this past weekend, I've learned a lot about myself and my relationship with Brandon, and more than anything, I have learned to be a bit more patient. But, I've also learned that Brandon doesn't listen very well and regardless of what I say to him he's still going to do whatever he wants. That sounds a lot worse than it actually is. Sometimes he listens to me :)
Regardless of how mad he makes me and how much I want to punch him in his very handsome face, I can't imagine my life without him and he makes me infinitely more happy than angry. And that's what I have to focus on. Even though we never get to see each other and even though we are currently leading totally separate lives, it's temporary. It only seems like forever.
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Too Long...
Today is not the day I've decided to make a change in my life, that happened a few days ago. BUT today is the day I've decided to start keeping up with my blog. Since I have two whole followers, I shall not let them down.
Well, life has gone on much as I expected it would. Brandon isn't down here yet and I'm not thinking he's going to come. He and I have made some pretty major decisions together and so that means more time apart but very good things are on the way. That's pretty much all I can say now but as soon as things start happening I will start updating.
I've decided that I'm going to challenge myself to be better, do better and to feel better. This may seem like a pretty generic challenge and all I'd really need to do is to make some small changes here and there and voila, I've met my goal, but I'm really challenging myself to a lot more than that. I'm going to push myself physically, I have things I want to see myself do that I've never done before. I want to start changing my attitude and the way I think and over think things so that I'm not miserable and I'm not making those close to me (mainly Brandon) miserable as well. I've already changed how and what I eat but sometimes I still fall off the wagon so I'm going to try and be better about that as well. My life is my own and it's the only one I have so I might as well be proud of myself while I'm living it and the only way to do that is to make some major lifestyle changes.
I've also cut my hair. For those of you who have known me well and for a long time, this is huge. My hair has always been my thing and I've always somewhat abhorred short hair but not any more :) It's still my thing and it's super cute and short and I love it.
Brandon cut his hair as well. He's got it cut military style (hint, hint) which is HUGE because his hair has always been his thing. I'm still waiting on a picture of it because I've never seen him with anything other than a super stylish faux hawk. And I've never seen him clean shaven, either. Two years and that man has never shaved his face...
Today is National Running day so after I take my dog to the vet, I am going running.
Peace.
Well, life has gone on much as I expected it would. Brandon isn't down here yet and I'm not thinking he's going to come. He and I have made some pretty major decisions together and so that means more time apart but very good things are on the way. That's pretty much all I can say now but as soon as things start happening I will start updating.
I've decided that I'm going to challenge myself to be better, do better and to feel better. This may seem like a pretty generic challenge and all I'd really need to do is to make some small changes here and there and voila, I've met my goal, but I'm really challenging myself to a lot more than that. I'm going to push myself physically, I have things I want to see myself do that I've never done before. I want to start changing my attitude and the way I think and over think things so that I'm not miserable and I'm not making those close to me (mainly Brandon) miserable as well. I've already changed how and what I eat but sometimes I still fall off the wagon so I'm going to try and be better about that as well. My life is my own and it's the only one I have so I might as well be proud of myself while I'm living it and the only way to do that is to make some major lifestyle changes.
I've also cut my hair. For those of you who have known me well and for a long time, this is huge. My hair has always been my thing and I've always somewhat abhorred short hair but not any more :) It's still my thing and it's super cute and short and I love it.
Brandon cut his hair as well. He's got it cut military style (hint, hint) which is HUGE because his hair has always been his thing. I'm still waiting on a picture of it because I've never seen him with anything other than a super stylish faux hawk. And I've never seen him clean shaven, either. Two years and that man has never shaved his face...
Today is National Running day so after I take my dog to the vet, I am going running.
Peace.
New Hair. And new glasses.
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