(via irisinfinie)
I lie here alone
Body cold and aching
And wish for your return
How many mornings do I have
To wake up
Shivering under this thin blanket?
(Source: astronautalis, via turnoffthissongandgooutside)
He sent me a link to a military photographer that took pics of some of their field training exercises. He told me I should check them out because there was a message for me hidden in the pictures.
I assumed that at the end of the photos, the soldiers would have written little messages or something to their families/loved ones. WRONG.
After looking through several hundred photos (including some fabulous ones of him), I discovered a picture of him sitting near his mock “patient,” holding up a gloved hand upon which he’d written, “Hi (my name)!”
I about died. How adorable is that?? AND I pick him up from the airport in a week.
Cloud 9 is my current location.
Today: Commence Goat-Sitting
Today-Sunday: Head Trainer Away at Horse Show. Teach All Lessons.
Sunday: Commence Barn-Sitting.
Sunday: Haul to SS Farm for Make Up Lesson.
Monday: Wax Appt. Laundry. Dry Cleaners. Grocery Store.
Monday: Organize/Run Massage Class in Portland. Commence Intern Program.
Tuesday-Friday: Lessons/Training/Riding as Usual.
Friday: Pick up <3 from Pdx Intl :)
Saturday: Reschedule all Lessons.
Sunday: Final day of Goat Sitting. Drive to Corvallis?
Monday: Back to PDX late. Continue Barn Sitting ??
I took my fabulous comforter to the dry cleaners to be cleaned and when I came home to make my bed with one of my TWO spares, I discovered that they were missing. Missing ? No. GONE. My obnoxious mother decided to “donate” them without consulting me. $200 worth of bedding is now gone from my collection. Why didn’t she call me, I asked. She said, oh I think you were gone.
WTF? She texts/calls me about a bunch of other bullshit but when it comes to getting rid of my stuff, she just does it and doesn’t say anything. And do you think she’ll replace them ? No. So, I’m sleeping under a pile of quilts and blankets for the next few days.
My moving out/moving in celebration is too far away …
(Source: scollywogs-w0nderland)
The bigger barn gets back next week, meaning I’m back down to 40 hour work weeks (YES!).
I have my book lined out in my head.
Next week, I put the pen to paper and start WRITING :)
How to Write a Novel.
And you know, this is pretty much everything you need to know. The rest is detail, most of which is irrelevant…
(Stolen from http://www.nicalderton.com/blog/HowToWriteANovel/)
(Source: neil-gaiman, via stillfugue)
Now: ON MEXICAN TIME
Next: LIFE OF PI
I’m between flights on my way back home. My weekend in Texas was amazing and I already miss him more than ever.
We toured the river walk and saw the Alamo. We hung by the pool, relaxed in the hot tub, played pool at his favorite dive bar.
We spent so much time in contact, fingertips touching and locking, eyes meeting and memorizing. My heart broke as he walked out the door and headed back to base.
I wouldn’t trade the three days we spent together for the pain of watching him leave. I spent the next three hours nimbly trying to distract myself and prepare to head back home.
He says he associates me with home which is why it was bittersweet for him. I have to say that I agree with him. I can only continue through the motions, thank the gods that my job keeps me so busy, and wait until we’re able to be together again. This time for more than a few brief days, hours, or weeks.
