Back in the Working World....

Yep - that's right - I finally went back to work - a real job - not just a once a week contract gig. So, I guess Chris and I are officially DINKS (double income no kids) again. Chris already has a list of projects he wants to do which he plans on using my paychecks for. It was funny how I got the job - can you believe someone found my resume on Monster.com? Seriously, the only job offers I have gotten from Monster.com were ones that required my returning to Iraq. I was quite surprised to get the phone call asking if I was interested in interviewing for the position. I have to admit, it is not a position I would have thought to apply to. But - anyway.... I am now the FAA Program Coordinator/Data Analyst. I think it will be a pretty cool job - I will basically be spending most of my time building databases and spreadsheets. How cool is that? I went out and bought me a few new outfits that I thought were appropriate for an office environment - but today, I asked on of my bosses (I have two bosses - the Operations Manager and the Quality Manager) what the dress code was. His reply, "well, what would you LIKE to wear?" I kind of laughed - but he was serious. He said that of course I could not wear t-shirts with naughty words on them (like I even own a tshirt with a naughty word on it). He did say no open toed shoes due to the fact that I will have to on occasion go out in to the hangar and that would break all kinds of safety rules. But that's OK - because have you seen all the cute boots they have this season?

15 Years of Wedded Bliss

OK - so it was not 15 years of total bliss - I would be lying if I said we never had "our moments". I will admit to having more moments than Chris, but I will blame it on hormones (isn't that the standard excuse for women?). But yes, believe it or not, Chris and I have been married for 15 years. We celebrated our anniversary yesterday. So for all of you who thought I would not make it past even one year.... neener neener neener :) I have to admit, things were "rocky" in the beginning. Living on a sailboat, you do tend to rock quite a bit. Not that things were that much better in the houseboat (although I did have plumbing there). After 5 years of boat living, we went on to apartment living. Not just normal apartment living, but a year and half of managing an apartment complex for the mentally ill. From there we went on to a beach condo, a small starter home with pool and on to the historic mansion in Old Town. I have to admit, that my most fond memories of when we were living on boats and dirt poor. I never realized at the time how poor we were, but looking back, I am amazed that I was so clueless. Finally, we ended up back in Alabama, only to take off for another 2 years and go to Iraq, followed by a half year in Germany. So at this point, I am wondering #1 - what exactly is normal living? and #2 How did we survive for so long? As far as the answer to number one.... I have no answer. I mean - really - what IS normal and why do we strive to be normal? As far as the answer to #2 - the only answer I could think of was - LOVE. Yep, I truly believe Chris loves me unconditionally. He would have to for him to put up with me for 15 years. He has truly been my rock. Despite my weaknesses and shortcomings, he has been there for me - through thick and thin. OK - so I have not been thin since long before we were married - but you get my drift. Every year, for our anniversary we go out to a nice place to eat (OK - so one year, we had no choice but to go to the chow hall at Camp Fallujah - but I still count that as going out to eat). This year, I told Chris I did not want to go out to eat. We seriously eat out way too much - even though we have cut down on it. I also did not see the sense in exchanging gifts. Its not like we don't already buy whatever we want anyway - so why get a gift for each other just for the sake of giving a gift? Does it sound like the honey moon is over? Well, not exactly - I would just prefer to spend the time home - alone with him. By alone, I mean - no phones and especially no computers. I made Chris a photo album (well - it is not quite done - but I got a good start on it - and I am pretty sure he does not mind that I finish it later) and he gave me a massage. I have to admit it was a very nice anniversary and I enjoyed the time home alone with him. I can't wait for the next 15 years of bliss.

Happy 27th Birthday to Me!

No - it is not my birthday, and I have not even seen my 20s for a while. HOWEVER, today, after 22 days of being rude and obnoxious to me, the Wi fit lady gave me a wi fit age of 27! I can not tell you how happy that made me feel. I have to admit, if she told me the first day I stepped on her little step to analyze me, I would not been nearly as happy as I am today. But that darn woman calls me obese! I mean, I know I am over weight and I will even admit that I am fat. But obese? That woman sure hurts my feelings. And the first time I stepped on her, she told me I had a wi fit age of 51. She is darn lucky I did not take her back to Best Buy - or worse yet, throw something at her. And seriously, does she have to make my little character fat too? I designed my cute little "mi" and then she went and blew it up like a baloon. Now that I have gotten the hang of it, after her little tests, she usually tells me I am in my 30s - and sometimes up to 46. I have to admit, I am not happy at all when she even says 40 - even though I am over 40, I don't feel like I am. But today, when she told me 27.... I was so happy. As a matter of fact, I am so happy I may never step on her again. I kind of like the idea of quitting while I am 27.

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