I have been having crazy heartburn for the last week or so. It's getting annoying! I can't seem to eat anything without getting heartburn. Usually dairy is supposed to help calm it. Well, I ate yogurt just a little bit ago and still, heartburn! I think I may actually have to invest in medication for it. Not like serious medication but Tums or something.

I hate taking any kind of medication. I used to take crazy amounts of Tylenol and over the past year or so I've pretty much stopped taking it at all. Unless I have a massive headache, then I take whatever I can to get rid of it or at least something that's going to knock me out so I can sleep it off.

The only pills I take on a regular basis are my birth control, my multi-vitamin, and my fish oil. DBF likes to say that there's no scientific proof that taking a multi-vitamin helps you in any way but I swear by them. I notice after a few days of not taking them that I sleep worse, I don't have as much energy, I get more headaches.

I'm pretty sure that headaches are the worst thing on the planet. Like, I'd rather have any other ache or pain than a migraine. I'll take cramps, I'll take knee pain, whatever, over a headache. And of course I'm the type of person who can't just get a regular old fashioned headache. I'm the person who is either fine or any headache I have quickly develops into a massive migraine where I basically can't do much of anything but lay in the dark and concentrate on not throwing up.

Well, I'm off work and I'm headed home. I hope everyone has a wonderful day!

You know those awful moods where nothing sounds good? Like if you were hungry nothing sounds good. If you're bored nothing sounds fun or worth doing. You don't really want to talk to anyone because no topic seems worth talking about. I seem to be in that mood right now.

There's not even a reason for me to be in a terrible mood. I don't know if it's because I just didn't sleep well today or if it's one of those "just because" kind of things. It sucks being in bad moods as it is, but it's so much worse when you have no clue why you're in that mood. I just hope that I don't have too many annoying people at work tonight, though so far it looks like it could go either way.

I hope everyone else's night (or day) is going better than mine.

We finally did it! We actually got around to picking out a ring for me! It's so gorgeous and I can't wait to get to wear it. But we're kind of doing things a little bit backwards and I'll get the wedding band before I get the engagement ring but I honestly don't care. I really just want to be married to my best friend already! At least we're actually finally on our way to getting married.

We spent way too much time doing nothing and just talking about it every once in a while and now that it's snuck up on us we are going to have to hurry to get everything done before he deploys. I feel better now that we've actually done something though. DBF is kind of a procrastinator and I never want to seem like a nag, especially about him spending thousands of dollars on a ring for me. It just seems selfish. And so here we are with only a few months left to get everything done.

I think I'm more worried about planning a wedding by myself. He'll be gone and possibly out of contact for a while so I may not even get to ask his opinion on too much of anything. I've never planned a wedding before, or even been part of planning a wedding. It makes me nervous. I really hate not knowing what I'm doing.

I'm one of those people that's naturally good at things and doing something where I have no clue what to do just makes me nervous. And of course, once I'm nervous about it, I tend to get frustrated with it easily. But this is one of those things that I can't really quit doing because I get mad. We really want to have a wedding so that all of our families can be there to see us get married.

My grandmother might not see another wedding for any of her other grandchildren. Not because she's old and dying or something but because one of my cousins is already married and she just went to the courthouse. My younger sister really isn't the type to do the whole big wedding either. And my younger cousin is a guy so he probably won't have a choice someday, but he's still in high school. So I'm kind of the only hope of having a big wedding with the dress and the cake and all that.

DBF seems to be the favorite in his family so of course, every single one of them wants to see him get married. I thing they'll all be sort of disappointed when we actually sign our marriage lisence before he leaves and they don't all get to be there.

I'm not even sure who will be there when we sign the papers. I'm hoping that all of our families can at least come out to dinner with us or something that day. I have no clue how many people they'll let you have at a little ceremony preformed by a judge at the courthouse. It's all so nerve-wracking!

But here's my bridal set!

It'll have another band on top as well but this is the set. We're adding another band because this comes as a set though you can order another wedding band separately but not the engagement ring part. DBF doesn't have very good credit due to AT&T screwing him last deployment by not putting his account in suspension like they were supposed to and sending an almost $2,000 bill to collections. We did try to get it solved but the guy who was going to do it is a total asshole and apparently sent a claim in but didn't follow up so if we do another claim is goes to fraud. But anyway, DBF can't afford to buy the whole set outright right now but he'll be able to after his deployment so he's just going to buy a separate band now so I'll have a ring. I actually like it better with the second band anyway. We just stopped looking after we tried this one on. I guess that's how you know you've found the one.

Why are men so unobservant? Are video games so absorbing that they just don't notice anything else? I find myself wondering how it could be possible that DBF didn't notice that I wasn't awake for work tonight. If I had been the one awake I would have noticed that he wasn't up and around when he should have been.

Needless to say, I was late to work tonight. I have to admit that on the way here I was doing my best not to be mad at DBF. He should have noticed, no matter how absorbing Battle Field is. But really it's my fault that I was late. The last time I had to be at work I woke up before the alarm went off. I usually turn my alarm off when I wake up early because I hate having to listen to it if I don't have to. Usually I turn it back on right after it would normally have gone off. But of course this time I didn't, so it didn't go off tonight when it should have. My fault. But it's always easier to blame someone else.

Now that I'm here I feel like this.

I work at a hotel. That means I deal with people. Working at night means I deal with drunk people. Most of the time I'm pretty patient with drunk people if there's one or two of them. But of course tonight, when I'm already frustrated and pissed, there's a huge group of them in my lobby. And of course, they're having problems with each other. They've been fighting like cats and dogs for the past hour. Alcohol and weddings will do that to people I guess. I'm just praying other guests complain or they just decide to go to bed soon or I swear I'm going to lose it.

For some weird reason I've got the sudden urge to do crafty things. I am an artsy sort of person but it seems to come and go. Lately, it's been coming on again after a pretty long dry spell. I think that part of the reason I started this blog was just to create something, to get some of that creative energy out of my system before I went to Hobby Lobby or Michael's and spent exorbitant amounts of money on craft supplies.

Unfortunately, it would appear that this is not enough to stave off my creativeness and I fear that a trip to Hobby Lobby is inevitable. I just need to make sure I don't go crazy in there. It's just so hard though when I'm in a creative frame of mind. I want to buy every medium they have hanging around in that store. I can't paint worth anything but I get this overwhelming need to purchase paint when I pass that isle. Or I simply must have those oil pastels even though I'm equally as terrible at using them as I am paint.

I have also had this urge to make quilts. My grandmother used to make quilts. Tons and tons of quilts. They were everywhere in her house and all of our houses as well. She loved to give them away at church and to friends and family members. Mind you, some of these quilts could have sold for several hundred dollars but she just loved making them and they would have overwhelmed her house if she hadn't gotten rid of some. The hall closet at my parents house is full of them. And now for some reason I want to take up quilting as well. She seemed to enjoy it.

I have a ton of free time as well as insomnia. Quilting seems like something that would take up a lot of that free time. But I'm trying to resist the urge to go out and buy tons of fabric and a sewing machine with quilting capabilities. You see, they have them on overstock.com for very cheap and it's just so tempting. But I'd hate to spend all that money on something and realize that I just don't have the patience to quilt. Or the space at the moment.

Our house is crowded. Perhaps that's another thing fueling my creative streak. I want to have something that's just mine again. I have no time that's completely my own. I always have to take into account that so-and-so is at home sleeping right now and I have to be quiet. Plus there's just this knowledge that someone else is in the house with you, asleep in their own room or not, you just know you aren't alone. It's become rather oppressive considering that even if DBF and his friend are at work DBF's sister is here and her schedule is opposite of everyone else, so even my nights that were previously filled with TV or cooking or rearranging things, is now full of consideration for the fact that she has to get up and go to work the next day. Not that she has this same amount of consideration for me, but still.

I'm looking at the clock and the first thing I think of is, "well Hobby Lobby is open now." I think I can keep myself from spending tons of money on things I don't need. But there are a few things I do really need to finish a project that's been waiting on glue that I won't be able to find anywhere but a craft store. I think I really am going to have to venture into craft heaven and do my best to come out with money still in my account and only the things I need. We'll see how long I stay in there looking around at all the things I don't need, though.

You know those nights when you just can't sleep for some reason and then you have to get up for work.

And this is what you look like. For 5 minutes. And you just keep rubbing your eyes just because it feels good and it's literally the only thing keeping you from tipping back over and falling asleep again. Yeah.

That has been the past few days for me. It's driving me nuts! I just want to sleep. I love it so much. But for some reason the instant I get home from work in the morning I seem to be wide awake. Yesterday, I cleaned my whole house and did every last shred of laundry. Well, I didn't mop but other than that, I did the whole damn house!

It seems like every time I try to go to bed someone or other is wandering around the house half-slamming doors or watching TV with the volume up too loud. Or doing that thing where they kind of burst through when they open a door. Or it's the damn neighbors and their loud furniture moving noises.

And when I say furniture moving noises, I mean it sounds like they're very careless movers. It sounds like they're picking up really heavy stuff like couches or entertainment centers made of solid wood or something equally heavy, and just dropping it. Right over our bedroom.

Now, I don't know if it's really their fault since the last neighbors seemed to do the same thing. I wonder if it's more their floor and our ceiling not having enough of a sound barrier. Either way though, you'd think that if you had downstairs neighbors that you would at least try to be quiet. Or maybe that's just me.

And this is what I've been trying no to do all night.

I feel like maybe I should invest in some Tylenol PM or something just to knock myself out for a while.

But on a happier note! DBF and I taked about rings yesterday! As in going to look at wedding rings!

We've been talking about getting married from almost the beginning of our relationship (which will hit a year and a half September 6th) and with a deployment coming up the talks have gotten a lot more serious. He deploys again in January of 2013 and our plan was to get married before he deployed again. It seems to have snuck up on us. We only have a little less than 5 months to finally get around to getting married.

We plan on having a wedding ceremony with the reception and everyting once he gets back. But he still has yet to actually ask for my parents' blessing and talk to his family about it. Well, his mom already talks about us getting married but as close as he is to his dad, relationships just aren't something that they just talk about. So now he's got to at least tell his dad what's up before we actually sign the papers. And it would be really nice if our parents all met before we tied the knot. It doesn't seem like a huge list of things to do in approxtimately 4 1/2 months except for the fact that you have to exclude one whole month for the holidays and his training. So we have to find time in 3 1/2 short months to cross all that stuff off the list. Plus the million other little things that we haven't even thought of yet.

Who knew just getting married at the courthouse would be so much trouble?! But it'll all be worth it. Just like planning the whole ceremony mostly without his imput.

Married to my best friend and partner in crime... I think I could live with that for the rest of my life... Yeah, definitely :)

Being at work with nothing to do is bad. All I do is read blogs and look up puppies for sale. I have way too much time on my hands but I guess it gives me plenty of time to research what kind of puppy I want.

Actually, I know exactly what kind of puppy I want. I want an Italian Greyhound.

I mean how cute are they?!

And how cool would this costume be for Halloween?!

I'm really not the dress up my dog type of person but still, you have to admit that it's a pretty awesome costume. But really, I don't approve of people putting tutus and dresses on their dogs. Heck, I don't really even like bows on dogs. I think fur is enough clothes lol. This kind of dog, however, needs clothes. As in they'll get hypothermia if you don't put little blankets on them to go out in the winter time. But they're awesome dogs and they're just so adorable.

No matter how adorable I think they are DBF thinks that they're ugly and they look scared all the time. He'll probably let me have one but I suspect that the first dog we get will be the dog of his choice. Which is fine really because I think they're pretty cute, too. Just not quite as cute as the IG.

DBF wants a Shiba Inu. One of his friends got one and DBF just fell in love with the little guy (whose name is Thor lol).

This is a Shiba Inu puppy. Pretty cute, too eh?

Now, the only real problem with getting a puppy is the fact that at the moment DBF's sister and her boyfriend, who happens to be one of DBF's best friends, are living in our spare room. That's four adult people living in one approximately 800 sq ft apartment. No matter how small these dogs will be (both average around 13 to 15 inches at the shoulder the IG weighs about 10 to 15 lbs and the Shiba about 25 to 30 lbs) there just isn't room for them.

Puppies are like babies. They tend to come with a lot of stuff and when there's no room for that stuff you have a problem. However, I can't just kick them out of our spare room so that I can free up that space for a puppy. If we were having a baby that would be different but dog babies don't count.

Alas.

Alright, what is it about waking up at 5am that never gets better? No matter how much sleep you've gotten the night before, all you want to do when that alarm goes off is just curl up and go back to sleep. And it seems like no matter how many days in a row you have to do it, it never gets easier. It's like the worst time to wake up in the history of EVER.

Why am I waking up at 5am, you ask, if I hate it so much? Well, that would be because DBF has friggin' training. Honestly though, it wouldn't be so bad except that for some weird reason he likes to get up before he actually has to and I have to make sure that he gets up and doesn't just fall back to sleep again. He likes to wake up at least an hour before he has to leave to be anywhere. And no, he doesn't use that time to get ready or anything. He just SITS there and watches YouTube videos or plays a couple of rounds in Battle Field 3. I just don't get that.

Me, on the other hand, I always get up with just enough time to get ready and get out the door. For me that's about half an hour. But if we're going anywhere together I'm always up that extra half an hour, sometimes more. He sleeps like a rock which means I have to be awake for at least 5 minutes to wake him up, which in turn makes me far too awake to go back to sleep for a little bit.

I treasure my sleep. I need lots of it and I'll take as much as I can get. Plus, I don't sleep nearly as hard as DBF. I used to when I was a kid but then again most kids sleep like that. But once I left my teenage years behind I just slept more and more lightly. So here we are now with me waking up for some reason or another every few hours. And of course once I wake up I have to pee.

I just want to enjoy my sleep now while I can get it. Once we decide to have kids in a few years I'm pretty sure I'll never sleep again. They may be cute but they are little, tiny sleep suckers.

Now that I've sat here typing and otherwise barely moving, maybe just maybe, I can go back to bed and enjoy some of that wonderful, peaceful stuff they call sleep. If the upstairs neighbors will refrain from doing what sounds like moving very large fruniture.

Enjoy your day everyone!

Well, I've never written a blog before so this will either be really fun and I'll love it. Or I'll be really bad at it and hate it.

I'm never sure how people know what to write about on these things. It seems like some of these bloggers just know how to be funny and witty, and have wonderfully fun exciting lives. Me, I'm not sure if I'll be able to get my point across the way they do. My life isn't particularly exciting, nor am I particularly witty or funny. I do have my moments, of course, but then again who doesn't. My life is wonderful but I'm not sure about wonderfully fun.

With DBF being in the military we just don't seem to have much time to do wonderfully fun things. Add to that the fact that I work nights just like him but with slightly different hours. He leaves about 3 hours before I do and gets home about 2 hours before me. Which usually means that he's passed out on the couch when I come home and I have to wake him up enough to stumble to bed. We wake up in the middle of the afternoon to head to the gym and I stay up until he has to leave for work. Then I take a nap for a few hours and I head in to my job.

Some weeks are better than others. See, his schedule switches around  every few weeks and we get days off together. I'm glad that we're about to have today off together. It's our first day together after working completely opposite schedules for the past few weeks. I've missed him.

I always seem to get really antsy and worried when I don't get to see him for longer than a few hours a day for even a week. I seem to have it in my head that he'll enjoy his time away from seeing me and he'll suddendly realize that he's too wonderful for me. Now, I know that I'm being crazy. It's just hard sometimes when his job takes up so much of his time and I'm being insecure. Someday I'll get over that. I hope. But for now I'm going to do my best to tamp the worry down and enjoy being with the most wonderful man I've ever met in all my life.

Hmm, I guess that was as good of a first blog as I'm going to get. I'm going to try not to over edit things...