Oh, sigh...

Just about every wife I know has a shared fear:  That their husband will be sent on a long deployment.  Other fears stem from that, depending on the length and type of deployment, but mostly these fears are unrealized.  There is an understanding that as an Air Fore wife, you won't have to endure "too long" or "too dangerous" a deployment on average, and you can systematically tick the time away.  Well, at least that is what I understood.  Who knows, stupid AF.

It seems that every so often (or apparently more frequently than that,) people in the military are told that they are to pack up their bags and knock up their ladies, because they are off to concurrent training and subsequent war for - oh, say a year... or more.  "Okay... GO!" - You have a week to report.

There is another understanding about such situations among military wives: You can't complain when it happens to you.  You can just deal.  You can mow the lawn and wash the car and take out the trash and.... well, you know, whatever your husband does.  Except shoulder rides - there is no way most Moms can do that, and try explaining your own lack of actual, physical ability to a 4-year-old who considers the sudden lack of shoulder rides to be the single worst thing about Daddy leaving.

Anyway, there is only one thing to do. Buckle down - kill he spiders yourself, even if you have to cry afterward.  And, no, that has not actually happened... yet.  But there will be no time for foolishness - only "Girl Power" as Genny and I have termed our time together.  Not that I ever took the time for the foolishness of the corntrade.  I mean, I just never wrote it down... wtf, me?  But I foresee lots of everyday adventures as a newly "single" mom - and I do need some sort of a link to the world, as unreliable as my Internet or ambitions may be sometimes.  So, I will be chronicling the next year-plus of my life on a new blog - holdtheman.blogspot.com - or you know... not chronicling it.  Either way, the corntrade is officially-as-it's-ever-been shelved.  Though, I'd say, some pretty corntradian things are bound to take place, now that there is no one here to tell me that I CAN'T refinish furniture in the dining room.  As a matter of fact, I "harvested" a pound or more of rosemary today... now what to do with it?

Goodbye,
Katie

So, remember me?

No, not really?  That's okay, I forget faces sometimes too.  Let me jog your memory:  I'm a friend of yours who you haven't seen in a long time, and who loves the thrift store, has a thing for grandmas, and drives a Pinto.  Still no?

Maybe we don't know each other after all.

But if I make you toast in my new toaster (GE T77!) will you be my friend?

I know, no pics of the real thing?  Look, it has been SOOOO long since I wrote anything down, I just wanted to do it, camera battey be-damned.  I found this awesome vintage add and more info than I could ever need about my toaster on this page from jitterbuzz.com, one of the best websites I have been stuck on for a LONG time!

I made toast for Genesee this morning... golden perfection.  I know, it's a great toaster, huh?  I originally captured it (in the wild) for addition to the Post-War Kitchen Collection I have been assembling... but it is just so, ... so, NICE, and tame and Bakelite.  And shiny shiny chrome.

Aha!  You DO know me.  I knew you'd remember if I just started talking about something odd.