Things I didn't know I'd miss.

Craig and I are still going back and forth about the book but I promise part 2 of "So, maybe it is a book club.  A little." very soon.  In the meantime hear is a little ditty I like to call things I didn't know I'd miss.  Enjoy.

When you know someone is leaving for a deployment you expect a lot of things and you try to prepare yourself.  I read a lot of things from army wives and girlfriends and it's everything you expect it to be.  It helps but it's all pretty much the same.   The same advice passed from one person to the next and with each person it becomes more general.  All you have to do is find someone who's writing style fits your personality and it will make great sense.  

It feels very much a product of the army.  The army takes all these men and women from different parts of the country, with different backgrounds, who all joined for  different reasons and have different expectations and they make them the same as possible because that is how they work best in a war.  That is how they fight best, united in everything.  That's what it feels like happens in army wives (I refer to Wives and Girlfriends but I recognize Husbands too).  You're surrounded by this world of uniformity, you're not OF it you are IN it and IT starts to rub off on you. The reality is that there are things that are true for almost everyone and advice that will help almost everyone and I am grateful to have these resources.  

    That said, here are some things that I never realized and was never told I'd miss.  In no particular order:  

   

Holding hands.  It was never my thing but now I don't have his big mitt to clumsily crush my fingers I find that my hands feel empty.  

Snoring.  He says he doesn't but he totally does.  

Toothpaste.  He uses this Orangey-peppermint crap that tastes like cough medicine.  

Terrible movies.  Craig watches everything and inevitably by the time we would go to the movies together the only thing he hadn't seen was something awful.  

Oppressive snuggling.  He likes to sleep close and he runs so hot.  It's like being mauled by a space-heater.  

Radio wars 2009; KCRW v. JACKFM.  My car, my station!!!    

Foot rubs.  Oddly my friends have no interest in touching my feet. (I know I said no particular order but if there were an order this would be first and most important.  OM gwad!!  I miss it.)

 This Face.

Who knew that Craig's cranky "No more pictures" face would be something to wish for?

     Someone to take the book off my chest when I've fallen asleep reading.  I thought it was the book fairy but it turns out it was Craig all along.

Someone to do the dishes for.  Living alone, the temptation to just let them sit there is too great.  That's actually true for cleaning my apartment in general.

Trying to keep up running with him.  If you had told me during one of our trail runs that I would actually miss trying to keep up with him I would told you that you were crazy.  But it was nice to have someone fitter than me pushing me to work harder. 

Refrigerator Roulette.  Will the pudding still be there when I get back?  You never know.

    All those things and a million other stupid things that only a boyfriend will do.  Maybe my next blog should be things I don't miss because now I feel sad.  Hey that's something I don't miss--feeling sad.