"You're like an Army wife!..But not the Army, and not a wife..." -John

Well folks, I called that one!
The last time I blogged it was about my BSOS [bright shinny object syndrome] and by that I meant boys. I rarely blog when I'm consumed with a boy and happy with my life. I tend to blog more when I have time, am absurdly bored, dieting, or feel like it's really important [case in point: Heidi Montag's surgeries].

As you all either know, or have guessed there is a boy in my life. A familiar face we see again. No, I am not back with any ex [god that would be tragic for everyone involved] but I am dating a Yuba City boy.



Who knew a Yuba City boy could make a LA girl happy? [Yes, I have stopped claiming Yuba City...no body knows where it is on a map, so why should it really exist as my hometown?]

Well here I am, in a spot I never, ever ever ever, thought I would be in...

I am dating a Marine.



I have always been very respectful and thankful for what all of the men and women do who serve this country. But never once did I thought I would actually date one.

If I ever thought Red Robin had too many accronyms to learn, boy does the military have us topped. I always have to ask the BF to translate because I don't have a CLUE as to what he is talking about.

Now this boy I speak of is usually at my house right about now. However this weekend, and for the next 7 weekends he will not be here. He is not over seas (thank god) but he is safely training in North Carolina.

I miss him so much every single day and I feel bad, and almost guilty for my feelings. I know there are TONS of other people out there who miss their loved ones because they are separated also. I am fortunate that mine is only gone for 63 days and in the states. I feel as though it is shameful for me to be so sad when there are others separated months at a time and do not get to talk to their loved ones as much as I do.

It's a weird combination of feelings this all has brought up. It's such a weird feeling to feel proud and guilty at the same time. They don't work well together and just make everything more confusing.

I do know that if I miss him this much now, I dread the day he has to tell me he's leaving again. I know it comes with the title and comes with the job so I have to be realistic and know it will be a matter of time.

Never in my life did I think I would be in this spot. To be so happy, so proud...yet so sad and so scared.

This doesn't do well for my emotions [especially when I'm PMSing...lord help those around me]. I am also thankful I have controlled my shopping habits. Before new purses or shoes = happiness and love. Now I have to control that mindset otherwise I would be at Nordstrom & DSW ever other day.

I commend anyone out there who has a boyfriend, a loved one, a parent, or a friend who is serving the country. I'm sure you can relate to what I am saying and how I feel. I give you all props for how you stand strong and stand by those you love.

52 days bloggers, then I can stand...wrapped in the arms of the boy.