Life Log

Today marks the first full day of the long weekend. Tuesday is Veterans Day, for the military is it a four day weekend. I got off of work yesterday at a little past noon and don’t have to be back to work until 0630 Wednesday for physical training.

I was so nice being able to sleep in. I really enjoyed it. I woke up at 0900 which is so much nicer than the 0400 I had to wake up at yesterday. Before I joined the army I didn’t know there was a 0400, I had never stayed up that late and never woke up that early. The army makes you do some crazy things. Normally, I wake up at 0500, but yesterday we did a Division Run where we formed up somewhere around 10,000 soldiers and ran four miles, everyone singing cadences. The run didn’t start until 0630 but getting 10,000 people in a bunch of square formations takes time.

But, that is besides the point. I’m writing about today. Lets see, we spent a good portion of the day, Jane and I, packing our spare room/storage room up, sorting garbage, donate, storage, and take home piles, preparing for the up coming trip to Iraq. Jane has been working on it here and there for the past week so it didn’t take very long to get the rest done.

After that Jane and I decided we were hungry. It was a tough decision. My stomach really made it for me. The real problem came when deciding what to do for dinner. Jane has been having stomach aches lately, so she got to make the decision. IHOP, here we come! Breakfast is easy on the belly.

The funny part about the whole thing came just before we realized we were hungry. Jane is playing on the internet, doing her whole blog thing, I head to the kitchen to find a snack. I start making me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, which was divine by the way, Jiffy really knows what they are doing! While I was thus engaged in spreading the creaming smooth peanut butter, Jane asks if I’m getting hungry. My mind and my mouth have a disconnect somewhere, Jane would argue that is in the male genome and there is no fixing it. So instead of just saying yes and that I’m having a sandwich, I yell back sheepishly NO, then proceed to eat my sandwich.

Five minutes later, Jane finishes working on her blog and says she is starting to get hungry. I’m not now. So she get a little upset with me because I said no earlier and then had a sandwich. What is wrong with me? So, to try to fix the situation, I say, yes dear, I’m still hungry. I can be such a dork sometimes.

I’m not complaining about having to eat twice, no, no, don’t get me wrong. I enjoy IHOP as much as the next guy, if not more. I’m just saying, no asking, what is wrong with me? Of course my wife is asking the same question.

After dinner we chilled cuddled together on the couch watching a movie from the instant Net Flix. We watched a western about Billy the Kid. I don’t remember what it was called but it was pretty good.

After the movie, Jane wants to check her blog again. I think she is addicted to it. But that is okay, I’m addicted to her, she is addicted to the blog, so now I’m blogging. What men will do for a little action. I’m getting her to design the blog for me too, all I have to do is write.

While she is working on her blog, I’m getting ready for bed. I’m always tired. What can I say, when you wake up at 0500 or earlier most days, and then stay up late every night, when it comes to the weekend all I want to do is sleep. Plus, don’t forget I’m a man, and when man gets tired, man gets grumpy! I am papa bear for a reason.

However, Jane is very excited, and a little mad at someone that commented on her blog, and want to read it to me. Despite my best efforts to hide my true feelings, she reads right though me and sees that I’m not interested. Crap, saying I’m just tired stopped working a while ago. But, I tried it anyway, to no avail. Then I hurt her feelings. So then, we have great make up… hugs and kisses. No sex tonight, remember she isn’t feeling good.