Wow! Two friggin weeks since I blogged last? How did that even happen? It’s not like I’m insanely busy. Well, Insanely…something maybe. Well now is as good a time to ramble as any, since I won’t be sleeping for a while. I’ll explain that in a bit. Right after we catch up on all the exciting news in my life.
Hubby first. Hmm, well I don’t really want to Jinx him, which is what usually happens when I get to bragging about something. So, Let’s just say he did something brave and awesome last summer when he and his squad were ambushed, and is getting an award for it. When he has it in his hands, I’ll name it publicly.
Myself, nothing exciting. My dog chewed the crap out of my Blizzard authenticator. Unfortunately, even though I can get a new one, the old one is still bound to my account until I remember the secret answer to my secret question. Which I do not. Oh when I created it, I’m sure I was confident that I, and only I could ever answer it. But apparently I’m too tricky even for myself. A nice Blizz rep even gave me a hint and I still can’t work it out. Yes, I wrote it down, no I cannot find the paper. It seems I have a couple choices here, keep trying, or start a new account and level all over again. I guess if I don’t remember by the time Cataclysm releases, I’ll do that, and level myself a Worgen. I miss my guildies Though
Life in general, is pretty dull. We found out the guys aren’t getting home any earlier than planned. Well, let me put that another way. SOME are. OURS aren’t. That sucks. This means less time for us to catch up and relax together before he goes off to school for three months. Yet again we get slapped with the stress stick. Come home, go off to school, return, and pcs (move) at lightning speed with no time to breathe. I just keep telling myself that I do love the life it has given us, it’s all worth it. But still I occasionally want to kick the Army in both shins while wearing steel toed boots.
Of spiders. So, tonight, I’m here blogging. Because, there was a very large spider on the ceiling directly over my FACE. This is when it really gets to me. I’m alone, and there’s noone here to kill the monsters for me. No, don’t laugh. It’s not even remotely funny to be arachnophobic. Yes, I managed to get a broom, kill the sucker, get it gathered up and flushed down the toilet. That’s how bad it is by the way, unless I see it leave the room, the house, the universe, whatever, I’m convinced it’s not really dead. It can’t just be killed and left laying somewhere. I stripped the entire bed to find it, and get the body flushed. I’m now nauseous, sweating and shaking. I’ll either sleep on the couch, or lie tossing and turning tonight in bed because of it.
Yes, I know the ones in Georgia are alot worse. It terrifies me. I have seriously considered Mosquiton netting for our bed just to sleep peacefully at night there. I kid you not.
I want my hubby back. Now.