A quest to make sense of it all. Or a sense to make a quest of it all.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

In chronological order.

Sarah: OMG this is gonna be so fun! I can't wait to see Ansley again. And how cool of her to let us stay with her. I mean, Jessie and Allen would have, but it's already crowded over there.
Brandon: I know! And I'm excited that I'm gonna get to see American Aquarium. Ansley's heard of them.
Sarah: Let's find some good sushi!
Brandon: Yeah!
Together: *merriment*
7/24/2008- on the way to Huntsville
Brandon: I just got a text from Ansley!
Sarah: What's it say? What's it say?
Brandon: I can't.
Sarah: Oh, secret stuff?
Brandon: No, it says "I can't".
Sarah: Um, wtf?
Brandon: I'll text her.
*texting and silence. beep-beep*
Brandon: "Long story, but I can't come. Will explain later. Hvae fun"
Sarah: I take it we can't stay there. Ok, we'll stay with Jessie. I'll call her.
*dial. ring.*
Jessie: Hello? *voice sounds sad*
Sarah: Uh, hey. You ok?
Jessie: Yeah, I'm ok.
Sarah: .... ok. Well, *explains*
Jessie: Damn. Well, I dont think Im gonna come either. I just found out I've gotta go into work early tomorrow to cover for a girl who hurt herself.
Sarah: Ok.
Jessie: But ya'll have fun.
Sarah: Ok.
*both hang up*
Brandon: Are we almost in Birmingham with no place to stay and our posse has just dwindled from 5 to 2?
Sarah: Yup.
Brandon: F#*k.
Sarah: Yup.
Brandon: We can turn around.
Sarah: We're already here. We should at least get dinner.
Brandon: And see the show. Then do you just wanna head home?
Sarah: I guess. Whatever. I feel retarded.
Brandon: Yeah. WAIT! My friend Brittni lives here. She'll let us stay!
*calls and confirms*
Together: *merriment*

Then we got lost on the wrong, and by "wrong" I mean "I think that toddler is carrying a gun" side of town. For about an hour. I've never seen such a confusing setup so full of one-way streets. We finally got turned in the right direction, located the bar, and then found a promising-looking restaurant.
The sushi/Thai place was heavenly. Best rainbow roll I've ever had, by far. The waiter was friendly. The water tasted filtered. Good times. Then we went to the bar, saw the show. The show was great. The speakers were loud. The bathrooms were well-placed. My leg did not make me fall or otherwise embarass me. We hung out with the band for awhile after the show, shootin' the breeze and what-have-you. They're all humorously growing little trash-staches. Funny stuff. Anyway, we headed over to Brittni's house. I'm already a little "meh" about crashing at a stranger's house. Plus, Brandon has a habit of sort of picking up strays, so I have no idea what to expect.

I won't say too much here, except that I was uncomfortable and couldn't wait to get back on the road, and despite the things that I will say another time somewhere else, I am not without thanks that we did not have to sleep in the car. All in all, it was a fun trip. An adventurous, occasionally frightening, high-spirited, outrageous trip with a rag-tag gang of lively characters that keep you on the edge of your seat.

Not really. I've just always wanted to describe one of my experiences like an 80's comedy blurb. But it was a lot of fun.

P.S. Don't ever watch a movie for which a critic from a paper/channel you've never heard of supplies a blurb containing the description "outrageously funny!" or the words "rag-tag gang". It translates to "even stupider than Rat Race".

Monday, July 21, 2008

A little swollen.

Originally uploaded by ladysarahsaint
So I injured my poor leg, pretending to be a horse. Go ahead and snort. Rear your head in a whinny of laughter. Shake your head, and paw at the ground. Whatevs.

This sucks. I mean, aside from the pain and my dad constantly making horse noises in my direction. It's thrown off my balance. I'm no good on crutches and I've already taken a scary spill once, and had a few close calls. I can't really exercise. Can't drive 'cause I can't flex my foot enough to press a pedal. Luckily, I seem to be healing pretty quickly. I think I'll be able to walk very short distances just fine by Wednesday or Thursday. Just going a little stir-crazy in the meantime. I've been sitting still for two days and I feel like I've gotta burn some energy or my head will just pop off.

In other news, Neutral Milk Hotel is awesome. Oh, wait, that's only news to me.

Oh, and there's this: Lucy is apparently getting all kinds of encouragement from officers and the like to put in for warrant officer school. Which would mean he would be going career. It would also mean we wouldn't have to worry about things like money or retirement. It's a big deal. A lot to think about. I can't say I mind the thought of being an officer's wife. There are a lot of pluses. The big minus, and it's a BIG one, is that he would still be subject to deployments for the next 20 years. I know I can handle it. I know he can. The question is if we'll volunteer to.
It's funny, how I always said I'd never marry a military man and here my man is not only military but thinking about going career. Even a couple years ago, I probably would have guessed I would be furious at the arising of a question like this. But really, I'm not. I'm proud that he's being noticed by his higher-ups. I'm also proud that he is considering such an honorable career. The military has shaped my family. My father was a career man. His father served in the Air Force, as did my dad's brother. My maternal grandfather was wounded in WWII. His brother was at Normandy. My Uncle Dan served in the Navy and so did my Uncle Keith, who was on river patrol boats in Vietnam. This is a theme going all the way back to King Philip's war in 1675, fifty years after my ancestor came over on the Mayflower. Patriotism isn't an abstract concept in my family. When we say we support and respect the troops, we mean more than putting a yellow ribbon magnet on our car bumpers. I don't know what I'm getting at here. I guess I just mean to say that I know firsthand the sacrifices a military family makes for their ideals. And despite the tears and worry and loneliness that will inevitably come if we make this decision, I'm proud beyond articulation that Luke is considering it.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Put on your imagination caps.

I wish I knew how to do something more aesthetically interesting with my blogs. LT's upgrading to a whole new .com, PT's got palm trees, and I have...well, look around. It's embarassing. It's a pair of pants that have been worn out for a long time but I don't know where the hipper pants store is. I'ma hafta google "blog redesign super easy".

So, until then, I want everyone to imagine a beige background with a tan-and-moss green houndstooth border. And "Sarah's Saintly Blog" written in Copperplate Gothic, ok?

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Like I can really fit a month into one post.

Wow, it seems I have utterly lost my blogging mojo. My blogergy. My blogspunk.

Actually, there's just been so much going on and the thougts I've had have really been too big and complex (and probably stupid) to try to spit out into a blupdate. Everything's ok, at least I'm holding together pretty well on most days and doing really well on some days. Just as I'm getting a handle on all things homemaker and really started to enjoy the hell out of it and getting really good at it, it's become apparent that I need to get a job in order to maintain this lifestyle later. Pay off credit cards and the car, etc. Then I can go back to taking care of all the members of my family and in-lawed family who are now depending on me, and doing the things I genuinely enjoy, like baking and running a tight home-ship. Ya'll know of anyone hiring? I can do lots of stuff.

Ok, why am I jabbering when I'm really just looking forward to getting around to the best news I've received all year: that Lucy is coming home early! Yup. He was scheduled to be home mid-to-late December, and now their unit's return has been moved up to September. I tear up when I think about it for more than a minute at a time. Two and half months that you dont have to be without someone might not seem like much to you guys, but it really makes a huge world of difference. It's two and a half more months that I get with my buddy, my partner. I can't believe that in roughly two months, he'll be sleeping beside me again. He'll be home for Halloween and Thanksgiving. If he doesn't get redeployed too soon, he may even be around come April and we'll actually get to spend our anniversary together. But we'll see. He has a three-month window where he can't be redeployed and then its back on. But at least we'll have October and November when we thought we wouldn't.