Somewhere in the clouds...

Somewhere, Out there...

Mr. Is flying around, doing what he does best! I miss his handsome face so much, but the good news? It's almost over! A few more days, hopefully and he'll be in my arms! I know this doesn't make for the most exciting Saturday post, but hey- I'm tired, hot, and pregnant, and I miss him. Besides, this picture pretty much rocks! He's in there somewhere ;)

Sucktastic September

These last few weeks have been incredibly, well, CRAPPY! With the last week in August having been devoted to typhoon preparations, and Mr. flying away twice within five days, I was truly looking forward to enjoying the long Labor Day weekend with him. Did that happen? Hells NO, it didn't! The damn weather delayed him returning with his plane, thus running into the long weekend. Let's just say that our Squadron had a bunch of grumpy, nasty, and upset flyboys returning. The only nice thing and honestly, I am still waiting for the sky to fall and pigs to fly on this one, about them leaving? The Colonel gave them an extra two days off since they were away 'protecting' the planes. Whatever. 


I knew that enjoying those few days with him were not going to last, and alas, they didn't. September is 'suck' month for us here, because Mr. always goes away for a long time to play war with his plane. Where? I freakin' don't know, and when does he come back? Whenever he walks through my door! Ugh. I don't adjust well to having him gone for the first week or so, and this time it uberly blows! I think the pregnancy hormones aren't helping, and the fact that I can feel baby Top Gun kicking just adds to the somber mood around Casa Top Gun. I seriously wouldn't want to hang out with me right now, that is how blah I feel. Here's some other things that happened in September:


1. Our a-hole neighbors MOVED OUT!! Why? Don't know. Don't care!
2. All of Baby Top Gun's tests (my blood work, etc) came out negative. Yay :)
3. I felt his movements for the first time. OMG. Amazing! It hurts a little bit, and he has decided to take up residence on my bladder. YAY. This led me to frantic 2AM phone calls to my momma and Nana, asking whether or not I needed to go to the ER for a UTI. Nope, I did go to the ER and was told "You're pregnant. This is normal." I felt like an ass. 
4. I discovered a wonderful new friendship or two on island! Love those ladies!
5. Keely has decided to mope when Mr. is gone. This means, that for the month of September, she does the following: Sleeps on his side of the bed (on her dog bed.) Refuses to go to the bathroom for me when I walk her, thus leading to an hour long walk, often in the pouring rain. Turns her nose up at her breakfast and dinner. She often doesn't eat until midnight. Paces the house, looking for him and waits by the stairs to hear his flight boots. 
6. I mini typhooned the outside of the house... again. Pulled the patio furniture in, pulled the plants in. Base Commander freaked out per usual, and placed us in TCCOR-3. 60mph winds could happen within 48 hrs. Did they? NOPE. It got windy, and I was glad I pulled the furniture in, because with our house being so high up and four stories, the plants fall and the chairs fly. 
7. I cursed the Air Force for making Mr. miss our Anniversary, again.
8. I got over it- quickly, and was asked to make dinner for a friend who is undergoing a  medical procedure. Something to keep my mind off the day :)
9. I discovered that I became a HUGE fan of eating. Eating all the time. Baby Top Gun is always hungry :)
10. I still HATE September, but I am embracing the suck. Meh. 


Hopefully Mr. comes home soon! 

Round two of 'Typhoon Tyranny,' the part where I gripe...

This is the post where I complain and gripe about the ludicrousness of Mr. Top Gun's Squadron. FYI: If you don't want to listen to me, stop reading now. 


The last typhoon that rolled through here was on Tuesday. It was a semi dud. Mr. had to evacuate his plane and leave, and I stayed with a friend. He was able to make it back later the next day, and I was happy! I was looking forward to a four day weekend before he leaves again for a LONG time (boo!) until Thursday morning, that is... It seems that another damn Typhoon decided to form, and I knew he was going to leave again. What makes me so pissed about the current situation is this: It never made it into a typhoon! It's not even a tropical storm, We have some rain, we have 30mph winds. He was supposed to come home today, like a few hours from now, today. NOPE not happening.


His idiotic Commander decided that it's too risky to fly back in rain??? Needless to say, the guys are all super pissed. They are going to miss the entire holiday weekend because some idiot higher up can't make correct command decisions. I am one unhappy wife right now, and Mr. and his entire crew are grouchy. Someone is missing a child's birthday. Another has a paper to write. An Anniversary is being missed. And all because we have some rain...


Ok, I'm done. I am going to spend his money and go shopping with a friend. Oh, and Japan and Mr's squadron... YOU CAN BOTH BITE ME.