Tastebuds

Have you ever wondered where you get your specific tastes from? I wouldn't consider myself a picky eater. I like most things, but there are definitely foods that I do NOT like.
Since meeting Ryan I have tried more new foods than I ever have.

Today, when making myself a hot dog ( ok I was pretending it was a hot dog, but really it was a turkey sausage in disguise with about a 1/4 of the calories) I was trying to decide what to put on it. I have a hard time eating meat without some kind of sauce or dressing.
If you had asked me 2 years ago what I like on my hot dog, I would have answered mayo and ketchup.
What did I put on my hot dog today? As I opened my refrigerator, there it was...my taste buds were already salivating at the sight.
Relish. In my pre-Ryan days, I was disgusted at the sight of relish. And sauerkraut. They have such a distinctly sharp almost spicy taste. Now I can't get enough of either. Weird??!?! Is it true you adapt to people you live with? Ryan loves food. All of it. He eats everything from hot dogs smothered in sauerkraut to foie gras.
He has opened my taste buds to things I never thought I'd like and turned me on to foods I used to hate!


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Baking for Gigi

When I'm sad, I like to bake. And/or shop. Neither of which are good for me, my wallet or my waist. So I have found a new outlet! Baking for Gigi, my dog. :)
I know that sounds nutty, but I'm not tempted to eat it. And it fulfills my incessant need to bake something.
Today I made Tuna Triangles, here's the finished product.





And here is my over eager taste tester :)






The verdict is....she loves them! Not that I was worried, the little tubba wubba will eat anything.

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Ryan sent me a package!

So earlier I was outside walking the dog, and the mailman drove past and waved on his way to the mailboxes. I left to go to the grocery store, came back to mail on my porch and one of those little pink papers. You know the kind- it nonchalantly says sorry we missed you! You can pick up your package tomorrow after 9 am. It said the package was from Ryan, and apparently when it goes thru customs, someone has to sign for it. I was really bummed, because I've been waiting for that package for almost 6 weeks! 4 weeks of Ryan procrastinating + 1.5 weeks actually in the mail :)
So I started cleaning-what I usually do when I'm upset, and a few hours later my doorbell rang. Insert psychotic dog here. Who was at my door? None other than the best mailman EVER!!!!!  He came back after delivering the rest of his route, just to see if I was home and try to deliver that package! Yeah, he'll be getting something extra in his Christmas card this year.

Anyways, Ryan sent me some chocolates from italy,  which of course were a little soft. I stuck those in the fridge for later :) He also sent a fedora, probably just to irk me-he has one already and I hate it; a t-shirt with his cologne (which I have now sniffed so much I'm surprised I'm not high!), an SD card with videos and pictures, and a belly dancer costume. Yes you read that right. As in the hand made beaded things you can find in Turkey. I'm not sure who he thinks will be wearing that?!?!? But here it is...

This just made my whole month. Now I'm going to go back to sniffing my t-shirt :)

I'm a military girlfriend

I saw this online today and thought it applies pretty well. Except for the crying myself to sleep-never done that.


I Am a Military Girlfriend.....

I am a military girlfriend.I hold no formal recognition with the powers that be.I am at the bottom of the chain. I hold no Military ID card; I am not a "dependent" or parent.The man i love may face unspeakable dangers, and I am at the mercy of those who possess this recognition for news.I understand this and accept this.

I am a military girlfriend.I have promised to be here for him upon his return, no matter how long he is away. People may say I am insane for making such a commitment with no quarentees, but i hold onto our promises and have faith that he will come home safe to me. I know full well that my love for him fuels him in the worst of times.

I am a military girlfriend.There is no ring on my finger to symbolize our commitment, though I love him no less forit. I hope every day that he will be able to call because a simple 30-second phone call can bring the greatest spectrum of emotions...smiling with tears in my eyes from so much joy and pain. My relationship is based on brief communication where "I love you and I'm okay" speaks more than volumes and gives me the strength to keep going.

I am a military girlfriend. I take no moment spent together for granted.I hold onto every touch, caress, kiss, and every word.I have memroized the feel of his skin, his smell, the sound of his voice,and I play it over and over in my head so that I will not forget. I cry myself to sleep some nights because missing him hurts so badly, but wake up the next morning, brush myself off, and start a new day.

I am a military girlfriend.The events of the next serveral months hold my life, my love, and my future in the balance.When you watch the news reports, you may turn away and go about your business relatively unaffected.When I watch the news,stories of the war, I do not see nameless soldiers a half a world away.I see individuals who will be forever changed by the way news of everyday casualties causes me physical pain and deep sadness

I am a military girlfriend,not a spouse or family member.When you say your prayers for the wives,mothers,and fathers, please dont forget about me too.

Love my fur child!

How cute is she??!? I just love her. I would be so lonely going through this deployment, living alone if it wasn't for my little fur-baby. It's funny how she always know exactly when I'm sad, and she gets very concerned when I'm sick. Sneezing freaks her out, and she gets very worried when I sneeze. It's so cute! When I'm reallllllly sick she stays close by and watches me. It's kind of weird but it's like she senses my feelings.
I feel bad I can't always give her enough attention, and I want another dog. She needs a friend! Unfortunately it's hard living in a townhouse/condo and not having a fence. Although the neighborhood has the space, and they've talked about a dog park, they have yet to do it and fence anything in :( So for now, we'll remain a one dog family.


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Care packages

I have gone a little overboard lately with packages. I was doing good in the beginning spacing them out, but the last 2 weeks my life has become consumed by care packages! I sent him this, an assortment from here,  an easter package filled with fake grass and plastic eggs with candy. Today I sent out the first package did not contain food. He asked for a few random items- hygiene stuff, and his bible. I had already started what was originally going to be an April fool's gag gift box but I didn't get it out soon enough. So I added his requests to that box. It's a goofy, random assortment of whoopee cushions, fart putty, hillbilly teeth, puzzles, cards, etc. I think he'll get a good laugh out of it. I also have another box waiting to be mailed, that I'm going to put some oatmeal raisin cookies and other goodies and snacks in.
  The other box I've started is baseball themed. I ordered a SF Giants pennant for him to hang up in his rack, some big league bubble gum chew like this, and I'm going to pick up some cracker jacks and espn/baseball magazines. Oh and I ordered a 220 count tub of fire balls that I'm going to send with a card that says I'm hot for you. HAHA. I know. I'm corny. After that I think I may be out of ideas?!?
Clearly I need a hobby. or an intervention.