I heart fall...

Not that I've ever seen a real one of course. Growing up in Florida and moving to the deserts of California, I've never actually seen the changing colors or anything, but the lack of trees out here doesn't stop it from getting cold! And cold weather means baking anything with pumpkin, apples, or pecans in it! (it also means Christmas is getting here, which my whole year revolves around!) Now, being retarded, I didn't take any pictures of my accomplishments, but I can assure you, they were divine! Fall also is bringing home my husband! Yes, after seven LONG months, the love of my life will be home in a matter of days!!!!!!!! Now, back to my point... I made pumpkin cake (which was gone in three hours once I took it to work), chocolate cinnamon cake (in Mason jars!), Halloween themed cookies, and my next endeavor is..........Red Velvet Cheesecake!!! Kinda nervous I'm not gonna lie, but I'm super excited to make it! And it's for Darren's homecoming, so that makes it an even more special "first." I hope fall is as good to you as it has been so far for me!

I haven't written in forever and ever, and a lot has happened 'round these parts. I changed my major for the 809750346th time, and this time, for the first time, it feels right. I am now a Finance major with a minor in Economics. I love math, and numbers, and I am genuinely good with working with money, so the logical thing to do would be to roll them all into a major that I can actually accomplish. I have also changed my transfer university, because California is the most retarded state in the entire U.S. when it comes to getting into college. I am going to University of North Carolina Wilmington next fall!!! That means I will be out of this pit in August of 12!! Oh dear God, I can't even believe I will be moving in a year. And Darren will be following me 2 months after that!
When Darren gets back, he is applying to police academies in Wilmington and Raleigh, and whoever accepts him is where we are moving. I am sooooooo proud of him! He is going to be an amazing police officer. I can't wait!
On a not-so-happy note, Darren was busted down to a PFC about 2 weeks ago, on a charge that he was already brought up on. Which is double jeapardy, even to the military. So needless to say, we are going to be engaged in a probably endless legal battle when he comes home, because he needs to appeal the decision, and hopefully get the assholes who did it to him kicked out of the Corps. More than likely won't happen, but hey, a girl can dream can't she?
But he is doing really well in Afghanistan, and time is going by very fast, thank the Lord. We are down to around three months!! I can't believe it's already been 4 months!!
I finally got the house furnished, and it is starting to look pretty amazing! All I need is to get the kitchen and bathrooms decorated, and get some pictures on the walls, and it will look fabulous!!
My mother-in-law is coming in on Sunday. And I am super excited about it! The last three months of the deployment, I have family coming in every month, so it will go by really fast.

There's probably a ton more that I am forgetting, but for now, that is all. I'm going to try to keep up this blog a little better. We'll see how successful I will be at it. Tootles!

Just thinking...

I've been thinking about what it means to be a military wife a lot lately. And it seems to me that we don't get nearly enough credit for the things we do. Our husbands are the ones out there fighting for our freedom, yes, but it isn't exactly cake to be left here at home. We as military wives are peacemakers, troubleshooters, single mothers, temporary fathers, maids, cooks, and a slew of other not-so-fun adjectives. We spend holidays, birthdays, and anniversaries alone. We cry in silence, and put on a brave face for everyone to see. We teach ourselves to shop for one, and cook for one. We face our biggest fears that normally our husbands would protect us from. We have to tell our children that every single man in uniform is not daddy. Help them understand where he is, and why he's gone. Take care of bills, clean the house, go to work, and come home to an empty house. How many of our husbands would have made rank without us? I don't know about you, but I am my husband's voice of reason. When things go wrong within the batallion, and he wants to say things to his superiors that he shouldn't, I am the one to calm him down. I am the one to make him see that it's not worth it, and I am the one who listens patiently while he goes on a tangent about what he hates and what he loves about the Marine Corps. Because that's my job. I don't complain (very much) that my education has taken a back seat to his career, because one day I will get there. I don't complain that the only jobs I am qualified for are the ones that I hate. And I don't complain about how Junior Enlisted wives are treated by the Marine Corps. I know that the Corps doesn't want them to get married, and I know that they see pretty much all Junior Enlisted wives as uniform chasers, who only want the benefits that come with being a military wife. But that's not me. So I hold my head held high as I pull out my POA to take care of things on my husband's behalf. Because I get all the looks that usually accompany this seemingly simple act. I get talked down to, I have Marines trying to talk me out of things that I know need to be taken care of, and I get nasty stares as I ask for my husband's LES. But that's ok. Because I know that I love my husband more than life itself, and couldn't dream of doing anything to hurt him. But no one else needs to know that. They can keep thinking all the hateful things they want, because at the end of the day, I still come home to my husband, who thinks absolutely none of those things. My job is a Marine Corps wife. And as far as I'm concerned, that's the hardest job of them all.

Three weeks down!!!

Yea, so this whole deployment thing? Bites the big one it does. The last couple of days have been really bad at work, and normally my saint of a husband makes it all better by listening to me complain for an hour. But no more. Well not for a really long time anyways. But believe it or not, it's starting to go by kind of fast. Yay! I have a donut of misery app on my phone that for what felt like the longest time was just a tiny sliver of green in my rather large red donut. But not anymore! I have a wedge!!! Hehe that sounds dirty. At least we get to message each other on facebook every couple of days. Oh the joys of technology. I don't know how my mother survived deployment without facebook and skype. And cell phones!!! Anyway, not a really long post, but a post nonetheless. I'm going to go watch Harry Potter 7 again. BTW, best movie int he universe! But I will leave you with this.....

That's my big sexy third from the left! Afghanistan looks like a happy place doesn't it? :) I miss him.

Well we're off to a good start! :(

So Darren called this morning at two, and I missed it. I was sleeping, and for some reason didn't hear my phone ring. I'm soo upset. I have no idea when he will be able to call me again. Needlessly to say, I cried all morning. I no joke went to bed at one. I missed his call by one hour!!! But he is able to facebook me, so that makes it a little more bearable. Ugh, keep your fingers crossed he will call again soon...

Crap I forgot this...

DARREN CALLED ME TODAY!!!!!! From Kyrzchkstan, Kirzakstan, Kyrzakstan, well one of those stans. It was sooooo weird because it was 7 in the morning TOMORROW there! It was only 6 here in Cali (April 2nd). Ugh this is going to confuse me oh so much. But I don't care, he called me! He's not in Afghanistan (I got that one right!) yet, but I think he will be soon. I didn't expect him to already be at that place I can't spell. I thought it was going to be at least another week or so, since they had to go through Ramstein. Keep him in your prayers!!
Ok now I'm really done blogging.

Day 2...

I can't really say that it is starting to get any easier. It's only two days into the deployment, and I know the hard part is going to be after a month. Because after that, I know that he's not coming home from a routine field op. But a bit of good news.......I got to see him! Well, not in person or anything, but there's this group of amazing people in Maine that greet planes full of troops deploying. They take pictures of each service member disembarking, and then a close up head shot. And they got my baby!!! You can see him here. They are such a blessing!
I downloaded this app on my Droid today called the Donut of Misery (how fitting), and it's a little red pie chart that turns green the closer you get to homecoming. And I have a tiny sliver of green on my donut! I am officially 24 hours (1440 minutes, or 86400 seconds) into this blasted deployment! This app is my godsend. It has all these stats that show you the days, minutes, and seconds you've gone or until he comes home! Although I get all excited until I see the come home date. Which just so happens to be 19612800 seconds, or 227 days to go. Boo.

Afghanistan or bust?

Darren left today. I'm not sure what it is normal to feel, but I'm numb. Not too sad, a little bit in denial, and a lot numb. I didn't even get to have a good goodbye. They fell into formation, and fell out of formation to get on the bus. No time for hugs or kisses, nothing. I guess I'm a little resentful for that. I sound selfish, but I think he deserved a good goodbye just as much as I did. It was completely surreal. Like I was watching it from a distance. I don't know what to do with myself. All day, I've slept, cried, or stared into nothing. I feel like a zombie, and I gotta tell you, I don't like it. I keep expecting him to call me and tell me that he is ready to be picked up from work. This post is making it sound like he's dead. Now don't get me wrong, I am more proud of what my husband is doing than anyone. I cheese everytime someone thanks him for his service. I just miss him more than I could possibly say. And I wanted to  make some friends to help make the deployment a little easier, but the spouse potluck that our dipshit FRO put on is at noon. Am I the only one that works in the battallion? It's not just the potluck either. Every single event that this woman has put on has been at ten in the morning, or noon, or three, or five. Well Marines get off at 1730 or 1800, so seeing as how most of the wives work with Marines, you would think she would work on a schedule that benefits everyone. Haha what a joke. Well this has turned into a rant, and on that note, I am going to go back to what I do best, which is cry some more.

Horrible picture of me, but it was 0400 in the morning.



Wow....could 29 Palms get any worse???

Oh dear......lots and lots has happened the last couple of weeks. I've been super stressed, and I'm trying to figure everything out. This is the oh-so-fun rundown:

The pre-deployment brief was tonight. It was long; it was drawn out; but it was worth going. I got a lot of great information. Darren hated it and pouted through the whole thing.

I changed our move-in date for base-housing from April 1st to ASAP. I can't live with these creatures that the landlord says is normal for seven months. Hell no. I'm hoping and praying that this all happens beofre Darren deploys, because after that, his orders are no longer valid to break the lease. a.k.a no bueno.

The day before yesterday, I was a car accident. No, let me rephrase, my SECOND car accident in less than three months. I was waiting in line to get into the front gate of the base, AT A DEAD STOP, and this stupid ass, useless, piece of shit boot Marine slams into me going forty MPH. To put it bluntly, he ended up UNDERNEATH my car, he hit me so hard. My bumper is pretty much gone, and to top it all off, this douchebag doesn't have insurance. But by the grace of God, my husband is really good at doing bodywork, so he can fix the bumper enough to make it look like nothing happened. I'm sore, but I wasn't hurt, and Darren wasn't either. FYI - the last accident involved a douchebag Master Sergeant that T-boned me. FYI again - my car is only four months old.

Yesterday, my grandfather died. He had Parkinson's disease for the last fifteen years of his life, and severe dementia for the last two, so it was kind of a blessing. I miss him dearly, and until the day I die, he will be the smartest man I ever knew. He's with my granny now, so he got everything he ever wanted.

I found a job opening for an audit clerk within MCCS. It's a two dollar an hour paycut, but I would be away from Satan, so I will be much happier than I am now. I just pray that I get it.

We almost have Poineer military loans paid off! Thanks to my very generous refund from the federal and California government. At least they got THAT part right. We are finally on our way. (As long as I don't keep getting in accidents with Marines. Or their wives. Or children.)

Two days until we go home! From everything above, it's painfully obvious that we need a vacation from this place. I feel like nothing has gone right, and I'm just hoping that everything starts to get better. I don't know how many more setbacks I can handle. Or poor Darren for that matter. Everytime something goes wrong, I seem to take out my stress on him. I feel horrible for that by the way.

How much longer until we get out of here??? Oh yea - two years. Hoorah Marine Corps I guess.

Breaking News! Read all about it!

We're going home!!!!!!! Oh yes we are. To my beautiful home of Fernandina Beach, Florida.

Yes this is my home. Be jealous. Be very jealous.

Now laugh at me because I left this place to come to the desert.

That's right, on February 26th, we are officially (and finally) going to see our families!!!!! This is the most exciting thing to happen to us since we moved out here. Besides getting married of course.

In other news, Darren got sent back to the field, because of the same douchebag that messed up the first time and caused him to go. This kid needs to be kicked out of the Marine Corps and shipped back to whatever podunk, midwest, wheat-growing town he came from. They are lost without their designated idiot. That is all. :) 

The butter to my bread, the breath to my life...

With the deployment just a couple months away, I am discovering that the closer that it gets, the more that the littlest stuff sends me into tears. Darren has been in the field for six days now. It wouldn't be so bad, except that his unit keeps saying "any day now you will go home". And every day he doesn't. I can't talk to him, I can't see him (even though he is literally like six miles away), and we are both in limbo. It is the most agonizing thing in the world. I have also been bitter, cynical, snappy, and every other negative thing you can think of. But, according to the Marine Corps, this is normal pre-deployment behavior. Except that I feel horrible because I have mostly been taking it out on Darren. And with him in the field right now, I have come to the realization that one day he might not be there. And I can't have all of this guilt in me for being so mean. He is an angel; not once has he taken out HIS stress on me. I feel incredibly selfish because HE is the one that is going into a war zone, and here I am taking out my stress on him. Every time I get mean and pessimistic, all he does is sit there and tell me that everything is going to be alright. The man is optimistic to a fault. And I normally am too, but I have a tendency to blow the tiniest things WAY out of proportion. I don't deserve him. I know that. But I am so grateful that I do. He balances me and keeps me in check in a way no one else ever has. No matter what I say or what I do, he is there, an ever-present guardian. He cuddles with me when I have been horrible, he smiles and says I love you at all of the right times. I have noticed that the closer this deployment gets, the more I seem to be trying to distance myself from him, even though I'm not trying to. I think it's because I am soooooo bad with goodbyes. Maybe I am mentally trying to get used to him not being around, even though he still is. I hate myself for this, and I have never said it aloud, let alone put it in black and white. But I am the kind of person that you have to push and push and push to finally get me to open up to you, and push harder still to get me to stay. Darren got me to stay. And now he is leaving. In some small way, I think I am mad at him for that. I shouldn't be; I put up with my dad's deployments every six months for most of my life. But it just FEELS different when it's the man you love, the man you want to have children with. I dunno, maybe I'm crazy. All I know is that this man that I am so blessed to have in my life, is leaving me. Not intentionally, I understand the contract, I signed the damn thing myself. I hate this feeling. It's like a weight on my shoulders that is always there, that never goes away, and it always hanging over my head. Maybe things will get better after he deploys. I will learn to get used to him not being there, and I will learn how to live without him in time. He will come back. He has to. Because in his words "I have you to come home to. I'm not giving that up without a fight."

There is NOTHING to blog about.

I have bitched and moaned about Darren being in Viper so much I feel drained. But then today, I got yet another blow. The clothing allowance and per diem for the two Pendleton fiasco didn't all come in so we didn't get as much as we needed to get home for pre-deployment leave. AAAHHHH!!!! I am sooooooo sick of this base! Nothing that they do they can do right. It's maddening! And to top it all off, Darren has no phone, because he decided to leave it here, and now he has to highjack random Marine's (or Corpsman) phones to call. So now I have no way to tell him about the paycheck. Ugh. AND...he doesn't know when he is coming home now! Originally, it was three days. But now according to his company's "leaders" they don't know. I'm sooooooo sick of being lonely. The hardest part is knowing he's only like ten miles from me and I can't see or talk to him.

On a lighter note, I got the Wildblue crap taken care of, and I am finally getting my money back. Money they took out of my bank account without my knowledge or authorization, mind you. The background: Wildblue is a REALLY BAD satellite internet company that charges outrageous prices (like 60 bucks a month for pretty much dial up speed) and gives you a cap on "how much internet you can use, because other people need to use it too". REALLY??? You're going to charge me that much and not even let me use all the internet I want! Anyways, I cancelled my service, because I am a genius, and I never signed a contract (mwahahaha) and they went in my checking account and TOOK 300 dollars of my paycheck. Now, for anyone who is a Lance Corporal's wife, you know that you don't really make enough money to have someone take 300 of it. Even with my job, that's a crapton of money. Well, they took it because they said that I never sent my equipment back, which is crap, because I had. They researched, and found that they had given me the wrong tracking number for the package they sent me, and lost my shit. Oh wow. These are the most intelligent people in the entire world don't ya think?!?! Anyways, long rambling short, I am getting my greenbacks back and I am happy once again, because I am going to put that towards mine and Darren's home fund!!! Maybe we actually WILL make it!

And so starts the countdown...

Darren isn't home. Again. He's in the field for three days. Manwich for dinner. Two months till deployment.

These are the reasons why being a Marine wife sucks...

• You're husband is pretty much never home, especially as it gets closer and closer to deployment.
• You need a general power of attorney to do ANYTHING financially related. (Word to the wise: Special military POAs are useless pieces of paper.)
• Deployments are a minimum six months. Boo.
• You have the potential to get stationed somewhere really bad (like where I'm at)
• There's no such thing as a nine to five work schedule. (unless you're a paper pusher, which according to my husband, are not actual Marines.)
• There's always the possibility that he might not come home.

And, these are the reasons why being a Marine wife rocks:

• You get super proud of your husband because he is the reason why people can do the stupid things they do and not die.
• It is perfectly acceptable to scream and get redneck-showdown when someone dogs the U.S. military.
• You get to travel (I'm not going to get to do this being a wife, but I did get to as a Navy daughter)
• You have the potential to get stationed somewhere fabulous like Kaneohe Bay in Hawaii, or Iwakuni, Japan. Who doesn't love Japanese food!
• You get a bubbly feeling when someone thanks your husband for their service.
• You get an even bubblier feeling when someone thanks YOU for your (sometimes ultimate) sacrifice.
• The homecomings are always worth the wait.

Things are starting to look up!

We got the house!!! It is super small (like as in the kitchen is pretty much nonexistent), but it is only 425 a month, and water is included, so its gonna save us a ton of money between gas, water, and rent. And since our roommate decided not to pay rent this payday, we can't live with someone who is going to randomly decided when he is and is not going to pay rent. It's a one bedroom and one bath, and since it's so much smaller than the place that we're in now, we're not going to have to pay for as much furniture. We get to sign the lease on Monday, and on the first of November we get to move in! I really am excited, but until I find a job, it's going to be super tight in terms of money. But hopefully someone from the four million jobs I applied for will call me back. Keep your fingers crossed!
In other news, Darren comes back from the field on Sunday! It's lonely without him around, and having no friends in this place. I can't wait! I don't think that he will be here to help me move, but I think one of his friends might be willing to help me out. I hope so, anyways. Well, anyways, that's the recent events in my life; now I have to get back to my soul sucking homework. Grrr. One day, one day.
Tootles!
Kylie "never-gonna-give up" Bolling

I am a lazy useless person, and I love it!

I woke up at 11:30 this morning, never got dressed, spent the whole day with Darren, never put makeup on, and never took my hair down from the horrible bun it was in all day.....

And I've never been happier. :)
Have a good day!!!


P.S. We're moving!!!!! YAY!!!

Being a military wife...

In a word, being a military wife (especially a Marine wife) is hard. I have been a military dependent for my entire life, so I'm used to the man in my life being away. But since my daddy retired, I have completely forgotten how hard it is to move to a city where you know no one, find a job, and start a new life. I have always had trouble making friends, because I'm incredibly shy. Because of this, I don't talk to anyone. Most people take this as me being a snob. This is not the case. I literally get the shakes and goosebumps just thinking about going to a party or something where I know no one. (This is no joke.) I am seriously attempting to get involved within the base atmosphere. I am going to volunteer for Marine Corps Community Services (although this is simply because I cannot find a job ANYWHERE), and I am going to give it my best shot to come out of this duty station with some friend-ish type people.

Now, always being a military daughter, and not a wife, I never really had any need to make friends with the people on base. I had friends at school, church, etc. But it's totally different being a wife. Now I know how my mom felt. THIS SUCKS!

But on a brighter note....

We're moving to base housing! Darren is turning in his application to the housing office tomorrow, and it's a two to five month wait, but just thinking of all the money we will be saving makes it all soooo worth it. Not only that, but I will be surrounded by other military wives! I'm not a whole lot like other girls, what with me being a boy in a girls body and all (can you hear me snickering as I write that?), but I really hope I can get along with SOME of these girls. I have only had a handful of female friends in my whole life, but I figure that me being friends with other Marines, or men in general, would not look very good to the wives around me. Boo. I can relate so much better to men than women. Ah well. I'll get through it. It will get better when I get a job, or get enrolled in the college out here once I get my degree from Florida. December baby!!! When I finally have that Associates Degree, it will make me feel that much closer to actually getting my Bachelors (which is still  years away). But yea, anyways, its 1230 here, and this whole borderline-insomnia thing is just not working for me. Ta Ta for now!

Kylie "Loser-with-no-friends" Bolling Teehee my mother is going to love that one.

It's Official...

Darren and I had our first real fight. Like I'm talking slamming doors, yelling, crying (on my part), and not speaking for like 2 hours. It was pretty awful. Here's the background:

We can't really afford to live in the house that we live in. Between the rent, electricity, water, the new gas bill (that I was under the impression the landlord payed for), and the brand new loan that Darren completely forgot about for the past nine months that we now owe 160 bucks a month for, we don't have any extra money. And it doesn't help that we live like 20 miles away from base and we have only one car, so it's a thirty minute drive to and from base twice a day. A.K.A. it's a bunch of gas that we waste. Granted he makes 2800 a month, but our bills alone are almost 2000. That doesn't leave much fun money left over every month. So I proposed that we probably have to move into base housing temporarily just until we get on our feet.

WELL......

He went ballistic. He doesn't want to live on base, he doesn't want to live anywhere near base, he doesn't like Marines, he doesn't like this, he doesn't like that. It went on for a while until I stopped talking and he walked away. Now, I love him more than pretty much anything, but I really can't stand that he is not willing to live like a normal Lance Corporal that's newly married, and just suck it up and live in base housing just temporarily. He has this really high standard of living that we just cannot do only being married for a month and a half. He expects to live the way his parents live, but I'm not sure he understands that it took his parents 25 years to get to where they're at. My parents are the same way. It took them a really long time to get to where they're at. We will get there eventually. But not right now. I'm not working yet (not by choice I might add), so all we have is his income. Both his parents and my parents had to live in base housing for a little while until they got their finances straight. They did it, and so do we.

So after we had both cooled down, we agreed that I would go by the housing office tomorrow, and fill out the paperwork to get into base housing. Not only can we save money and possibly get our bills paid off, but we can get furniture, and all of the things that we both want. Also, when he deploys in March, I can be surrounded by men and women who are in the exact same position that I will be in. Living where we do right now, I live in the middle of nowhere, with no one around, and no friends. It will be a lot easier on me when he deploys to be in base housing.

I love it when he agrees with me, even if it only took him a fight and three hours later.

Kylie "hoping-to-save-money" Bolling

Let's Play Catch-up

Well, It's only been forever since I last posted anything on here. So here's what's been happening:

I officially got married! On July 16th, in an adorable little courthouse ceremony, we said our I do's. It was small (and cheap!) but we're holding off on the big ceremony until next year when we have more money. I'm thinking like Myrtle Beach, SC. Not a whole lot of our family was there so the small one was just for getting married, and the big one is for everyone. Anywho, here's some pictures:

This is when he messed up his vows! :)

It was great. So was the honeymoon. His parent's best friends own a bunch of condos all over the state of Florida, so they gave us a corporate condo in Jacksonville for four days.

In other news:

I moved to California on August 26th! It is great here, just takes a bit of getting used to because it's such a big change from Florida. We live in the middle of the Mojave desert, near Twentynine Palms Marine Corps Air Ground Combat Center. The drive out here was beautiful, but once you hit West Texas, it was all desert, and it seemed like it was never going to end. We were supposed to stop in Phoenix for the night to sleep, but my battery decided to die in Van Horn, Texas, so we had to make the haul from Fort Stockton, TX to here. But it's beautiful out here, there's mountains as far as the eye can see, and the sunsets are amazing. As soon as I can snap a picture of one, I'll post it on here. Here's some pictures of the drive out here:

This was somewhere in Florida, I can't remember where.

The U.S.S. Alabama

This is where we stayed in Texas. It was such a cute town!

We FINALLY reached California!!!

The drive was interesting as well. We stopped in Baytown, Texas, and stayed in a Motel 6 for the night. The city was not very nice. It was an oil town, and it was quite obvious. It was smelly and dirty, and the hotel was gross. My towel had a mysterious hair on it (that wasn't mine), and the water was slimy. The smell of mold was so bad that it almost made my dad sick. He doesn't get sick from smells very easily, so that was a real shock. But the next stop in Texas, Fort Stockton, was really nice. It was a teeny tiny town in the middle of Texas, with no towns or cities anywhere near it. It was soooo cute! And the people were amazingly nice. We drove around, and looked at all of the attractions. Their niche is their sillohuettes that they have all over town of the cowboys and indians that used to live there. They were really pretty. They are going through an oil boom right now, so the population of the town swelled hugely. There's models of oil equipment all over town, and in the town square. I've never actually seen a town that had a town square! I loved it. Then in Arizona, we drove through this rock formation that was so huge! The rocks were absolutely huge, and they were just balancing on the other rocks and looked like they were about to fall. It was amazing! When we finally made it to California, we were stopped at an Agricultural station. I guess they were checking that no one was bringing in any illegal fruits and veggies. I think they were also looking for illegal aliens, because they asked us both if we were American citizens. All I could think was "If I wasn't an American citizen, do you think that I would tell you that I wasn't?" But I didn't say that. Daddy and I were both so relieved to get out of the car and finally be in California. And getting to finally see Darren was so defintely worth the wait. It was the greatest. I still can't believe that I am finally living out here with him, actually being a married couple. The last couple months haven't felt like we were really married, because we haven't been together. But we are now, and it is wonderful!

Well, now that I have caught up with everything that has happened, I guess that this post has gotten long enough. I really ought to start posting more often, so that I don't have to post all of these enormous posts. Until next time.......

Kylie "swear I'm gonna do this more often" Bolling

Wedding Bells are getting closer!

Whew! I really need to start writing in this blog more often!


Well the wedding date has changed yet again to July 16th. That's like....in a month! OMG its scary but super exciting! It's just a tiny little ceremony at the courthouse, seeing as how neither one of us has the money to pay for the big wedding that we want. So we will be "getting married" again next November, after he gets back from Afghanistan. :( That gives us, my parents, and his parents a year and a half to save up the money for the wedding. The budget is 6000 dollars. If anyone has gotten married recently, then you know that this is absolutely unheard of as far as weddings go. Most people can't pull the shindig off for less than maybe 10,000 dollars at the minimum, but I'm awesome, so I am doing super cheap. :)

His aunt and uncle have generously provided a condo in Daytona Beach for the reception, my parents are paying for the wedding itself, and his parents are giving us money to help furnish our apartment. He and I have the best family around!

The officially moving to Cali on September 2nd or 3rd! YAY!!! I can't wait! It sucks so bad to live this far away from the person you love, but we're getting there! Marc is going with me, so the road trip should be oodles of fun. Hopefully the Grand Canyon is on the 10, because I would love to go back.

The job situation is still a no-go. Apparently no one has deemed me fit enough to call back. Hopefully this will change once I get to California. If anything, I can probably work for MCCS (Marine Corps Core Support) at the 7 day store or the PX or something. Apparently that's where a lot of spouses work.

I'll be back in school in August! They're all online classes with Florida State College, and this is my last semester (Thank God). I'll finally graduate in December! Then all I need is Calculus (times three) and Physics 1, 2, and 3 (BOO!!!). I suppose I'll see that Bachelors Degree someday...

Kylie "I-really-need-a-job" Moody