July 29, 2010

Evidentiary Support for My Claim of Blonde-ness

Posted in Blonde Moments, Story of My Life, The Amazing G at 9:56 PM by TKWatson

Me: So, what did you learn about in the training class today?

G: Aerial Port Operations.

Me: Ummm… Oh.  Ok.

G: What?

Me: Well… ummm… what’s an aerial port?

G: Seriously?

Me: Ya… I don’t know what an aerial port is.

G: An aerial port.

Me: ……  …….

G: Do you know what a port is?

Me: A place where boats go.

G: Uhh… ya.  That’s one type of port.  Do you know what an AIR port is?

Me: An air port?

G: Ya.  an airport.

Me: Ohhh!!  An airport!!

…..

…….

So… an aerial port is like an airport?

G: I’m going to just pretend like this conversation didn’t happen…

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Prayers of an (almost) Military Wife

Posted in Military Wifery at 12:35 AM by TKWatson

I sat here starring at my computer screen for a great long while tonight, trying to find some inspiration to write about something.  I decided that forcing it just wasn’t going to work, and gave up.  I then clicked on over to my handy Google home page where a little something in the corner caught my eye.  One of the “widgets” on my homepage is a “top news” box, which displays three hot news article headlines.

“CARGO PLANE CRASHES AT AK BASE; 4 PEOPLE ON BOARD”

G is in Alaska.  G works on a base.  G doesn’t fly in cargo planes, but given what G’s job is, him being near a cargo plane is not at all unlikely.

So I opened up the article.  Sure enough… the crash happened in Anchorage.

Cue Panic.

So… I sent a text to G… and then I thought “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU MORON?!  CALL HIM.  DON’T TEXT HIM AT A TIME LIKE THIS!!”

So I took my own Awesome advice and called him.  Luckily, he answered and informed me that, yes, he’d heard about the crash, but no, he wasn’t in any way involved and didn’t even know much about it.  He was happily eating delicious food at Red Robin.

Relief.

Plane accidents happen at airports all around the world.  I image the fact that this crash happened to be a military plane on a military base is unrelated to the specific dangers of military missions.

Still… I couldn’t help but realize… this almost certainly won’t be the last time in my life with G when I’ll panic, thinking that something physically, mentally, or emotionally damaging may have happened to him.  Panic worthy events are bound to occur in “normal” life; I have to imagine that panic stricken moments are basically guaranteed, on at least a semi-regular basis, when your husband is deployed to a foreign land in a war zone.  And during those times, I won’t have the luxury of picking up the phone and calling him like I did tonight.

That’s a bridge I’ll cross when I get there.  (I am lucky that I have at least some experience with having a loved one in a dangerous job.  My dad has been a fireman for as long as I’ve been alive.  (Literally… he graduated from the Phoenix Fire Academy the night I was born.)  I’ve grown used to the idea of him walking into burning buildings on a weekly basis.  Or… at least… I’ve learned how to cope with that reality to the point that it’s something I very rarely worry over.  There is a large gap between my dad being a few miles and an easy phone call away for 24 hours, and my husband being a continent away with no guarantees of timely communication for months on end; never-the-less, I’m grateful that I at least have a foundation for learning to cope with the harsh realities of G’s job.)

I thank God that I have been so lucky as to not yet have faced tragedy in my life with the magnitude that the families of those on board the plane that crashed, are facing tonight.  The closest I can even come to relating, which I discussed here, hardly even registers on the same scale. I pray that the Lord will hold the members of those families close tonight as they face a world of unknowns and unspeakable sorrow.

I also pray that the Lord will give me the strength to make it through the times in my future when panic is my first instinct and information isn’t readily available.

Most of all, I pray that the Lord will protect G as he travels around the world, working to protect this country that I love, and that for many years to come, G will come safely and wholly home to me.

Amen.

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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.
Miss Piggy
A conservative is a man who sits and thinks, mostly sits.
Woodrow Wilson
I have learned to use the word ‘impossible’ with the greatest caution.
Wernher von Braun

July 27, 2010

Stay Tuned for Your Regularly Scheduled Program

Posted in Whiskey Night at 12:21 AM by TKWatson

I’m in a bit of a funk tonight.  So… writing about things I pink fluffy heart just doesn’t really feel right.  (I know, I know… the whole point of the pink fluffy heart Mondays was to help alleviate the funk.  Problem is… this isn’t the “Monday blues” kinda funk.  It’s more like a… “meh… I just want to wallow for a few hours” kinda funk.  So… please excuse what may be a series of seemingly unrelated paragraphs to follow as I write from the heart of my wallow.

(Luckily, somewhat for myself, but mostly for you — dear reader, Monday is almost over in my neck of the woods, so I don’t have long to wallow.)

The truth is… I’m not even exactly sure what I’m wallowing about.

I had a pretty nice weekend.  Friday I left work early and went up to Prescott with my sister and bff to do some wedding-ing.  We had a blast.  (At least… I did.  I’m going to pretend like they did too… because it’s my wedding and I’ll make shit up if I want to…)  Anywho… Saturday and Sunday I didn’t do much of anything except relax and spend some time with the fam for my mom’s b-day.  You’d think after all that R&R, I’d be refreshed and ready to hit the week head on!

I guess I just have a few little things eating at me that have turned into a bit of a festering sore.  I’ve really got to learn to take care of these things before they start devouring me and I end up lying motionless on my bed, paralyzed with [insert emotion of choice here: guilt, fear, anxiety, frustration, etc.] over my own inability to derive perfect solutions to the entire world’s problems. (… What?!  I just want everyone to be happy… is that so bad?)  (Don’t look at me like that, dear reader.  Stop judging.  HEY!  YOU!  KNOCK IT OFF!!!)

Oh.  Uhh… uh-hem.

Anywho… I have begun to find that writing is a sweet, therapeutic, release.  It feels good to put some words to the zillions of thoughts swimming around in my head.  It also feels good to know that at least a few people  are reading what I’m saying and getting to know the me inside my head.

So… I write.  For me.  But also for you.

If you, dear reader, can just look past all my terrible grammar, corny humor, and attempts to gloss over the things that come from the most sensitive parts of my soul… you’ll find nothing more than a small, shy, blonde girl…  desperate to connect in a way that makes her feel alive… praying that you’ll see through the words to the heart of it all and love her still (or better yet… more)… and hoping that maybe someday she can return the favor.

Ah… writing… like balm on my brain.

But alas, my time for wallowing is up as Monday in my world draws to a close.  (Or… more precisely… drew to a close about twenty-two minutes ago…).

Sweet Dreams, Dear Reader.

July 25, 2010

A House in Disarray

Posted in Awesome God, Grown-Up Life, Story of My Life at 2:34 PM by TKWatson

When I graduated from ASU two years ago, I entered a period of my life where I was unsure of who I was, where I was going, and what my place in this world was.  I’ve already talked a little bit about this here.  In an effort to figure all this out, and I think, in a way trying to make a place for myself, I made a couple of really big changes in my life.  The biggest change I made was buying a house.

Some people thought I was too young to be buying a house, especially all on my own.  Some thought I hadn’t been in a financially stable job for long enough to take on this risk.  Luckily for me, the FHA loan people disagreed.  Trying to buy a house was a big struggle.  I had two offers fall through and the house I did end up in, almost fell through several times.  It is definitely in the top three most stressful things I’ve done during my lifetime.

In the end though, I was blessed beyond measure.  In January of last year, I finally closed on my house and moved in a week later.  My house is so much more than I ever dreamed of getting when I initially set out to buy a place.  Granted, it has flaws, and it certainly isn’t an expensive home even in it’s best condition; the neighborhood is good, but not great, and it needed some work when I moved in.

But I had big plans for this house.  I planned on being here a good while and slowly but surely making updates, fixing things… basically turning this house into my home.  I bought all new appliances prior to moving in because the ones that were here, really weren’t usable. My dad spent many hours fixing every last door in the house, since, for some strange reason, not a single one of them was hanging on the hinges correctly (What a weird problem, eh?).  In addition, some work was done to the backyard, drywall was fixed in the laundry closet, faulty faucets were replaced, etc. etc.  Then I started running out of money. (I was hoping that I’d find a money tree in the backyard when I moved in, but my parents claim those don’t really exist… who knew?) So, I took a break from my fix-er-up plans to let the funds start pooling again.  Then life happened, I started dating and eventually got engaged to a man that lives 3,500 miles away, and decided I wanted a big beautiful wedding, mix in a little bit of lazy on my part, add some procrastination, and what you have is the current disarray that is my house.  I did eventually managed to replace the flooring throughout the house (mostly out of necessity) and very recently replaced the A/C unit (out of DIRE necessity).

My house is still very livable, but if you look around, you can see all the half finished projects lying about.  My downstairs is half painted.  (And by half painted, I do NOT mean that some of the walls are painted and some are not; I mean that about three quarters of the downstairs walls are partially painted, and the rest are not painted at all.  (Including one wall where I slathered a medium size splotch of red paint, decided I didn’t like the color, and have yet to go pick out a new color and paint over it… There is also some paint on the ceiling where I originally planned on painting the ceiling and then changed my mind and now have a big mess of… What the hell happened here?!) I haven’t even begun painting in the upstairs.  The downstairs has no baseboards thanks to the painting fiasco.  I do not have a single picture or wall decoration actually hanging anywhere in my house; what I DO have, is a zillion pieces of wall art sitting on the floor near where they are intended to be hung.  The landscaping in my front yard is in desperate need of some help.  I have a lamp that I purchased shortly after I moved in that was to be hung above my kitchen table and has never actually been out of the box to date.  Plus, if you count all of the things that I had plans to do, but got scraped in light of changes in budgeting and my eventual move… like… replacing the bathroom cabinets, mirrors and hardware, refinishing the kitchen cabinets, replacing the “boob” lights  in the kitchen (Picture two of these, put side by side…), building a mantel and hearth for the fireplace in my living room… my house is pretty much a failed construction project.

Although it is a little bit sad for me that I likely won’t get the chance to do all the things I had planned for this house, since I won’t be living in it much longer and will probably be renting it out, my main concern is just putting it back into a “normal” condition before I move.  Ya know… things like… making sure each wall has only one color on it…

I think the point of my story here, is that the current state of my house, in many ways represents the current state of my life.  Everything is a little bit a mess, not quite as I had planned, and I’m just trying to figure out how to get it back into some state of normalcy.

I say all of this because I listened to a very thought provoking sermon today by a guest pastor at my church entitled “Who R U?”  (Listen here.)  The point of the message is basically just that God has a plan for all of our lives.  Sometimes we may not be 100% certain of what those plans are, but God is still in control.  While listening to this sermon, I had a sort of epiphany.  I realized that sometimes God takes us to a place where we are forced to let go of our own plans, so that we can fully embrace His plans.

I believe that this is exactly the place God has me in right now, and it is exactly where he needs me to be.  For so long I’ve been struggling to figure out who I am on my own terms, and God has been waiting for me to start trying to figure out how I am according to His terms.  I realized while thinking about this that every time during the last several years that I have taken my burdens and laid them at his feet, giving up on my own plans for my life, God has shown me that his plans are bigger and better than my own.

So, in light of this epiphany today, I give up the current disarray of my life to God.  My life currently looks like the downstairs paint job of my house… the “What the hell happened here?!” paint job.  But I know that God has it under control.  He’s just waiting until the timing is right, just like I’ve been waiting until the timing is right to put my house back together.  AND God is a MUCH more awesome designer that I, so I’m sure that when all is said and done, my life will be so much cooler than this house.

Although… I will say… that new A/C I just bought with two limbs and my first born child, does keep this house pretty amazingly dang cool…

July 22, 2010

Details for the Curious Minds

Posted in Best Wedding Ever, Grown-Up Life, Story of My Life, The Amazing G at 10:11 PM by TKWatson

I’ve talked about the fact that G and I are getting married in October, but I have yet to actually give any details.  So… here’s a few for any curious minds out there.  I don’t want to give away too much just yet.  But let’s just say… this is totally going to be the best wedding ever.  At least in my opinion.

The Date: October 16, 2010.

The date we (read: I with G’s nod of approval… because he is so good to me) originally wanted was September 25, because this is both my grandparents and late great-grandparents wedding anniversaries; I thought having the same anniversary as both of them would be pretty cool.  Plus, my grandparents have been married over fifty years, and my great-grandparents were married over fifty years as well — good luck date?  Couldn’t have hurt…  But alas, as I was e-mailing the wedding coordinator at our venue to reserve that date, she was busy booking another couple on said date.  Oh tragic irony.  (Ok… actually… this isn’t tragic irony even a little bit.  Nor is it really irony.  Whatev.  It sounds awesome.)  I was seriously heartbroken.  Luckily, I managed to recover.  Eventually.

We (read: I with G’s nod of approval) ended up choosing October 16, because… well… it was the only date available this year, at the location we (can we all just agree that when I say “we”, I really mean “I”?) picked, that wasn’t a holiday or a date when half our guest list would be unlikely to come.  Unfortunately, the date we chose in the end, happens to be six days after my birthday.  But… I decided that this minor inconvenience wasn’t worth waiting until next year to have our wedding, since G really wanted to have it this year.  Since G is being amazing, per usual, and going along with my plans for a dream wedding, I figured I could at least go along with his choice of time frame (especially given that his reasons for the time frame preference really do make sense).  So… I told G that he isn’t allowed to combine gifts (unless the combined gift is SUPER awesome.  Heh.)  and opted for October 16.  So… October 16 it is.

The Place: Hassayampa Inn, Prescott Arizona

(Source: tripadvisor.com)

No, neither I or G lives in Prescott.  No, neither I or G is from Prescott.  No, neither I or G has family in Prescott.  I chose Prescott because… well… I like it!  My grandparents have a cabin in Prescott and thus it has been a place I’ve frequented all my life.  I just LOVE the city.  It’s so… cute.  The city was originally a mining town, but managed to survive downturns in the industry and flourishes (to the extent of a small city) to this day.  It is full of historic buildings, including the courthouse in the downtown square, lots of historic homes with rich Victorian architecture, saloon style bars, and, of course… the Hassayampa Inn.  The Inn is a Prescott point of pride; built in 1927, it is gorgeous inside and out.  Even after all these years, the charm of the original architecture and furnishings remains.  The Hassayampa consistently appears in newspapers, magazines, books, and television as one of the best historic hotels in the nation.  Oh… and also… as one of the most haunted hotels in the nation; the Hassayampa is said to be haunted by a ghost named Faith who met an untimely death at the hotel while on her honeymoon.

The Inn has several choices for location of both ceremony and reception.  Our ceremony will be on the rooftop of the reception room, a recently acquired annex building which sits directly next to the main building.  When I originally started looking for a venue, I was hell-bent on having an indoor ceremony.  Then I saw the rooftop at the Hassyampa.  The rooftop is all tile, with a black iron railing surround and lush green trees in the backdrop.  It is AMAZING.  The reception hall is somewhat small, fitting only about 150 people, but it is very pretty, with an antique vibe, and blue and silver accents.  The blue and silver accents is perfect for me because…

The Colors:

Blue –

(Source: http://www.geekologie.com)

(Blue roses will be among the flowers represented in the bouquets.)

Silver –

(Source: SaksFifthAvenue.com)

(No… those aren’t my shoes.  But OhMyGoshIWishTheyWere.  In case you’re wondering… those are Christian Louboutin’s and they’ll run you in the neighborhood of $595.00 at Saks.)

Anywho… incidentally, these colors are ALSO the school colors of the high school that G and I both attended.  I swear I did NOT do this on purpose.  I’ve had these colors picked out since I was, like, five and it didn’t even register with me that blue and silver were our high school colors until one of my bridesmaids, who also went to our high school, reminded me of it when I told her the colors I’d picked.  Blue and Silver are my two favorite colors and it just so happens that they go marvelously together.  Win.

So… there you have it… a small taste of my wedding in the making.

Virtually every detail of my planning thus far has turned out exactly as I had hoped.  Aside from the initial choice of date, I have yet to be disappointed. (Let’s hope this trend continues.)  Everyone has always told me that planning a wedding is one of the most stressful things you will ever do, but with only a couple of exceptions, I have not found the planning process even the least bit stressful.  I’ve enjoyed every minute of it.  (Maybe that has something to do with my type A, OCD, “love to organize things” personality.  Maybe.)  I am so excited for our wedding.  Both because the wedding itself will freakin’ rock hardcore… AND because our wedding marks the beginning of my life with the most amazing man I could have ever asked to love me.

85 days, 2 hours, 2 minutes, and approximately… 33 seconds.  But whose counting.

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