I'm having one of those days where I have a lot on my mind, but everything is kind of jumbled together and I can't figure out how to spit it all out coherently.

We moved back into military housing in April, after seven-or-so months of living in a civilian condo complex. I love it--we lucked out and landed a really nice house on a super-friendly street. The girl next door, E, is amazing and sweet and funny, and she's got the two CUTEST little preschool girls I've ever seen. Daisy thinks E is her second mommy, and is endlessly patient with the girls.



E's husband, C, is deployed, and she's running a little ragged with the girls and never-ending housework. E and C have been married for seven years, but the last couple of years have been pretty strained. I mean, it sounds like things are definitely starting to look up now, but for a while there last year, things were really bad. E's friend, J, just decided to send her kids to spend the summer with grandma, because her marriage has gotten to the point where she needs to focus entirely on fixing it, instead of worrying about her two small children. A, who lives in the house next to E, filed for divorce only to have her husband immediately leave on a deployment, leaving him conveniently unreachable.

I don't know what to think. I mean, military divorces aren't exactly unheard of. It's really hard being married to someone in the military. Yes, military brides kind of have an idea of what they're getting into before they walk down the aisle. But somewhere, in month six of what should have been only a two-month exercise in some country you're not allowed to be made aware of, patience and understanding and lovin' feelings fly out the window...not that I'm still bitter, or anything like that.

going and going and going..

It was brought to my attention that I haven't updated this thing in a while, so Paul, this one's for you. By the way...Blogger doesn't let me see how many hits I get, but I've activated the comment feature: If you leave me comments, I'll know you're following along! ;)

Daniel went back to China Lake this morning. I've got mixed feelings about this exercise: on one hand, it's nice having him home every weekend...but man, it sucks saying "goodbye" every single weekend. And the poor dog gets SO unhappy when he leaves again, and I don't know how to make her understand that he really is coming back home. I'm just relieved that this is his last week away from home, and then I'll have him all to myself for at least a month!

Everything here has been so incredibly busy lately...I can't believe how fast time is flying by. I had the bright idea to cram ten credits of Spanish into ten weeks of summer school, and it's completely kicking my ass. I mean, I'm understanding everything in the class and doing well on all my tests, but the sheer amount of work is just mind-boggling. I mean, seriously, I don't think I've ever had this much homework, even when I'm taking five or six classes in a full semester. I guess all the repetition is good for me, but still...I'm only two weeks in, and am already anxious for this to be over with.

Let's see. Oh, everything is going remarkably well with the Cobalt. We totally love USAA and the dealership that we bought our car from...I'm seriously so surprised how smoothly everything is going! It actually looks like we should have our little car back this week, good as new. I am so stoked. Speaking of cars, we've finally decided to sell the Xterra this fall, before Daniel goes back overseas. It's a great car and we'll really miss it, but we just can't justify keeping it with gas prices staying so high. I think we're going to replace it with a Saturn Vue hybrid...I'll keep you updated.

I think that's really about it...at the moment, my life revolves around that damn Spanish class. Oh, and Army Wives...but that's a whole 'nother story.