Meredith Currently...

Obsessing over...Netfix. Can we talk for a second about how my last "Currently" post I was obsessing over trying to not sit in front of the TV? Bahaha! Now that, that goal is out the window...Since we opted to not have cable we purchased Nexflix instead. In all seriousness, I rarely miss cable. Yeah, there are a few mindless shows I miss like America's Next Top Model, 16 and Pregnant, and a good Sister Wives every now and then, but for the most part I'm living just fine without it. Should I be admitting I watch those shows? Then, Netflix had to go and get Army Wives, Blue Planet, Matilda, (Special Edition!), and about 10 new history shows/documentaries...what is this girl supposed to do?! 

Wishing for...the ability to eat as many chocolate chip pop-tarts without gaining a pound. I went grocery shopping Monday and they accidently fell into my cart. OK, so we both know that isn't true, but heres the deal. I don't buy junk ever, because if I do, I'll just eat it. I talked myself out of ice cream, I talked myself out of Oreo cookies, but chocolate chip pop-tarts? Not so much...

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Thinking about...How amazing technology is. I was Skyping with Evan yesterday morning, and I still can't believe I can see him live-time in Afghanistan. I know I act like an old lady about it, but its amazing what kind of technology we have at our disposal. Just the other day I was reading a newspaper article about some soldier's wife seeing him die over skype. I guess they were skyping and their place got bombed or shot at. Its absolutely horrible, I can't imagine witnessing my husband being killed thousands of miles away. You would feel so helpless only being able to watch. But, itsn't that crazy that this wife knew immediately, and saw it with her own eyes? Before anyone could knock on her door or call her phone! Imagine how horrible it was for couples before us. I mean I probably wouldn't hear from Evan for another 2-3 weeks, or until a letter finally could make it home to let me know where he was. Then, who knows how long it would take for me to respond and then get it back to him! The Army wives of yesteryear were 100x stronger than I am! I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm extremely thankful for the internet, cameras, e-mail, and cell phones. Now that I think about it, I wish I would have taken a picture of us Skyping! 

Anticipating...flying. I'm super obnoxiously deranged when it comes to flying. I usually warn fellow passengers around me that if I'm hyperventilating, I'll be OK; just ignore me. I usually resemble a woman that's been in labor for 12 hours strait. My breathing is the classic he-he-whoo, while I try to grip the arms of the seat. My head stays down and my eyes do not leave the floor for any reason. Because that will keep me from dying if the plane goes down. After I drive the long 10 hours home, I'm going with my mother-in-law to South Carolina to visit my sister-in-law and her fiance there. We get to bask in the sun and eat lots of fresh seafood for a week. Oh, I seriously can't wait to tan these poor pale legs! To get there however, we have to fly. Lets have a brief overview about things I don't enjoy doing:

I don't enjoy going fast.

I don't enjoy being any more than 2 feet off the ground.

I don't enjoy seeing clouds.
I don't enjoy being confined to a small space.

I don't enjoy feeling like throwing up. 

Ergo when you combine all of these things you get flying, which in my mind is the worst possible things all tied together. I feel sick just thinking about it. The odds of me dying in a plane crash are about 1 in 11 million, so the statistics say. But every time I have to walk down that long creaky ramp to the plane, terror sweeps through my brain. "You'll be that 1 in 11 million!" Each bump of turbulence feels like dropping over the edge of a roller coaster cliff. Let me be clear: I hate roller coasters. In one flight in particular we hit bad turbulence. Most people continued to sleep and didn't think much of it. I can remember forcing myself not to scream bloody murder, by physically keep my hands firmly over my mouth while tears streamed down my face. I was so scared. So needless to say I'm already physicing myself out now. It's totally healthy, I promise.

Yesterday

Yesterday was glorious. 

I had off due to Election Day. That meant sleeping in, cleaning, and relaxing. It was a good-feeling kind of day. Having a random sunny day off just made it that much better. Another good thing about yesterday is I cleaned my bathroom. This means my entire house is clean all at the same time. This might the first time this has ever happened in the history of me being a wife. I thought about going shopping to try to find a few things for my spare room, but I made the wiser choice of taking a nap. Hey, cleaning a bathroom is hard work!

House: 649 Meredith: 1

 I took my duvet cover off to wash it. It doesn't look as pretty, but duvet cover or not, I love my bedroom.

 Proof of my clean bathroom!
I can't promise it will last, but I'm trying really hard for Evan's sake. I will say, having a clean bathroom is one of the best feelings ever. I have to try not to get mad at Evan when he comes home and takes a shower, because that means it's technically dirty again. (Please notice the reflection of my make-up brushes on the counter top...impressive I know.)

My view from the couch, as I was sitting on my bum watching Nanny 9-1-1.
Anytime I get the idea that a baby is cute I watch a few episodes of it. (I may or may not have thought a baby was cute. I thought about stabbing my eyes out for a millisecond.) That show will scare anyone into not having children. Horror, absolute horror.

 When Evan gets home the first thing he does before he dirties my clean shower, and after hes mauled greeted by Scout, is make a cup of coffee and gives me a coffee kiss.

 Just us.

Scout was extra cute yesterday, he's loving this new warm weather!

 Evan trying on his new socks for deployment. The stocking up has commenced!

Scout napping on his new dog bed we've appropriately named Lucy, since Scout thinks its his girlfriend. He's so weird.

After Evan got home from work, we hung out and drank coffee and tea. It was such a nice day we left the living room door open to get some fresh air in the house. Scout wasn't complaining on that decision. The TV buzzed creating background noise, but we were just happy sitting together on the couch. We didn't talk, we didn't make-out, we weren't even snuggling, but neither of us paid much attention to the TV either. The closer we get to deployment, the more we tend to do this. Just being happy being together.

 Later that evening, we had a big Army meeting to be briefed on the upcoming deployment. I personally thought it was stupid. Then again, that might be my opinion on most Army-related meetings. I tried to talk Evan into taking a bottle of vodka with us to make it more bearable, but he gave me stop-being-ridiculous look. Dad is such party pooper sometimes. We arrived and were told the meeting would last 45 minutes...I translated that into meaning 1 1/2 to 2 hours. By the end of the meeting (1 hr 45 minutes later I might add) the look on everyone's face told me they wish I had brought a bottle. Mostly it was wives scribbling notes vigorously of dates, telephone numbers, and pointless information all with worried looks on their faces. Too bad nobody told them all those details will change another 5 times. I didn't bother writing anything down. I guess I'm officially a hardened, and slightly bitter Army Wife.