Apparently the only time I have to blog is when my husband is deployed. It is time yet again. He left yesterday. I am giving myself one week to mope/weep/be pissed off at the world. Then I'm going to use these seven months to get my shit together. Become a better attorney, a better wife, a better friend. Here's the plan, my resolutions of sort:
1. quit smoking
2. lose the poundage I packed on since the wedding by finally joining a gym and cooking at home more
3. organize our tiny apartment
4. read a book from cover to cover
5. make use of my netflix account to catch up on all the movies I've wanted to see forever
6. learn to use the damn sewing machine
7. explore the general geographic area - there's so much stuff to do around here that I've never gotten around to doing
8. take my camera everywhere and document stuff so J doesn't feel so out of the loop
9. send the best care packages ever
I hate resolutions. But right now I hate everything around and about me - my job, our apartment, my lack of healthy choices. I guess no time like now.
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2 comments:
if you send cookies put a piece of bread in the bag with them. trust me. nothing like moist chewy chocolate chip in kuwait. Also if you make rumballs double bag them and tell him not to open it in a room full of people who haven't drank in 3 months.......
LOL. So true. We sent bourbon balls last time and they were a huge hit.
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