And so begins that most wonder-fucking-ful time of the year with my husband 10K miles away! Another holiday. Alone. Again. Reason number 1796 why sometimes I hate the fucking Army!!! I'm not sure why, but someone apparently objects to soldiers being home for more than 2 holiday/birthday/anniversary dates per year. If it's not deployment, it's the field. If it's not the field, it's a range. If it's not a range, it's a fucking school of some kind. And just to spice things up a bit and make a really asinine reason for him to not be around, if it's not any of the above, it's CQ!!!!
I know Christmas is the birth of Christ and all that. Got no problem with the Jesus part of the season. He gets a birthday cake at Christmas dinner and no presents get opened before he joins the Nativity scene that morning. Jesus is cool.
However, I cannot wrap my brain and my emotions around the idea of my husband being absent YET AGAIN at fucking Christmastime. It's annoying. And upsetting. And it fucking sucks ass!!! (Do you like how I segue from Jesus into a paragraph with the f-bomb getting dropped twice? I am so going to hell!) It's that Monty Python song (to the tune of Jingle Bells), "Ho Ho Fucking Ho, what a crock of shit!!" You're preaching to the choir, buddy.
Tomorrow begins the annual candy making spree. Oh God. I have at least 6 or 7 fun filled days of melted chocolate, peanut butter, caramel, rice krispies, nuts, pretzels and candy molds. The house will smell fantastic and there will be candy for miles. Just one minor detail in all this chocolate-coated chaos:
With my husband gone, who the FUCK is going to eat all this shit?!?!
Welcome to my life: Seventeen years as an Army wife, four deployments, five kids, and more BULLSHIT than any person should ever have to fucking contend with. This is my personal bitch session regarding anything Army that pisses me the fuck off. There's some good advice for surviving Army life and fucking funny shit. I am a proud infantry wife and have learned to laugh when I wanted to cry and how to swear fluently. Don't like the truth or foul language? Fine. Don't fucking read my blog.
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1 comment:
i have been making candy, fudge peanut brittle, divinty, all htat fun stuff. then i go home and pig out in my depressed state of mind. lol!!
this sucks and my hubby has missed birthdays, our anniversary, holidays due to the field, deployment, jrtc. it sucks ass.
really i am not feeling christmas. i am trying to for the kids but it is very hard. it seems like more work this year. idk.
if i was there i would take some of that candy and curl up on my couch with the kiddos and we would munch out till our bellies hurt. lol
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