Packing.

My girls: Allison, Stacey, Jenna, and me. Old college friends!


Oh how I hate that word...packing. Augh, it even has a gross sound to it. Say it outloud. 'Packing' gross. See?
Anyways, I spent my last weekend in Kansas City and it was a memorable one--for sure. My old college friend Stacey is entering the convent Sept. 8 (Mary's birthday) and there was a going away party for her...meaning that all such college roomates and friends came to that event. Including my best friend Allison!! So, I got to spend some much needed and unexpected time with them.
It was also Adam's birthday party so I got to go see Clare et all for possibly one last time. This lovely event was only spoiled by the fact that the 'ex' and new girlfriend were present. Gross. I wasn't even effected nor did I look at or exchange words with said couple. I felt empowered! lol anywho....I guess it effected me more than I thought because afterwards I had a small breakdown where I collected myself and moved on for the day. Sigh..such is life, right?
I went out salsa dancing at Casa Grande with Allison for one last time and the night was magnificient! :) It couldn't have been better...
Sunday morning we went to noon mass and Madeleine Rose Leis' baptism, where the event was somewhat spoiled by the presence of the unmentionables. lol :) I had a good cry and was surrounded by my friends. Holy crap how much I miss college when you're friends were down the hall!!



The drive home was uneventful with my mother, but we enjoyed good conversation and as always good music. When I drove in, I dropped my stuff off and headed over to the old best friend's parents house to welcome him home for a week of leave from the Air Force. Vincent & I have been pretty good friends since high school. He's like a brother to me. Anyway, we had a bonfire, drank beer and talked about the old days.

Now, I'm settling in, only to know that it won't last much longer. I have a week here with my mom, a couple days with my other family and another week or so with my mom split up by a trip to Texas :) Packing is the primary agenda & I hate it. Packing. Not for a weekend, or a couple of weeks, or a semester away at college. Packing for a year. Where I have no idea what to expect.
Lovely.
This sucks.

Obama says the war in Iraq is over? We'll see about that when I get there..



Allison and I before going out Salsa dancing!

Impulsive Writing

Sometimes people are drawn to do things. When some people are upset, they do the thing that makes them feel the best. For my adoptive mom-its a bath & book, for my sister-it's a hot shower, for others it's a quick run, for me...I don't know. I love to swim, but that is highly impractical as a pool is hard to come by impulsively. I love to read, but when you are distracted by a bothersome thought/idea--it is hard to focus on another story. So...writing it is. It is raw, it is honest. I write in my head constantly. I write things to say to people, true thoughts, pure thoughts--and usually never say them. So, now I write.

I was just in the shower, and as I sit here with a towel wrapped around my body--the water still dripping off my legs onto the floor....i write.

I write about the date. Today is the first day of August. This usually means the beginning of all things exciting. A new school? a new roommate? new teachers? new subjects? new classmates? new school supplies? Who knows! The possibilities are endless!! For me, the commencement of August means some sadness. The end is drawing near for time with my family. I keep thinking about it..but it is so true!

I write about family.
I write about the army.
I write about all things green.
I write about things in the news.

Who knows what I will write about. I am getting sleepy and I shy away from depressing night time posts :) So, now I stop typing--but never writing. I am constantly writing in my head.
Soon, I will begin my final SRP to get ready for deployment and I will also take off on a mission. I will write about both and possibly put in some pictures! :)