Someone Like You

It only seems appropriate that I start typing this blog post at the same moment that Michelle Obama appears in a commercial for Joined Forces.

This is my first experience in my boyfriend’s apartment alone. I’m waiting for him to come home from a little pow-wow dinner with his little army buddies. I will be live-blogging this experience.

20:10 I had a nice conversation with my boyfriend’s friend’s wife on my ride to the apartment. From what I can tell, she’s my age. She’s cute and friendly and pregnant. She tells me she sits at the house most days, partly because she has morning sickness and doesn’t want to do anything when she’s puking her guts out. She reminds me a bit of Laya in the sense that she sits at home all day.

20:23 Watching NCIS on tv and cooking myself some dinner. Not really exciting stuff. Frozen ravioli. If my man had actually gone grocery shopping, I’d probably be cooking something amazing and I’d feature be regularly updating my cooking blog. Also, I would completely rearrange the appliances in this kitchen.

20.40 Drinky drink drink. I wish my man were home already. I’m bored. I’d like to think that, if I lived here, I would cook and bake all day, and I’d sell what I baked and donate what I cooked. I’d donate to shelters or families or disabled people. Also, I wish my man had cookies. I want something sweet.

20:57 My friends from NYC call me to catch up while drunk. This ended up taking up a lot of time, and by the time our conversation ended, I had a few minutes before my manfriend came home. Case closed?

Maybe this wasn’t the best time to try and live blog an evening in the life of a military partner. These next 16 days, however, my manfriend will be frolicking in the woods with his tanks, so I won’t be able to talk to him or see him. Maybe I’ll have something to say about that. But in the meantime, this is all I got.

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6 Responses to Someone Like You

  1. Laya says:

    Except I’m totes not barfing all over the place, and probably never will because I’m just going to adopt shelter animals and sloths and live on a farm.

    =)

    Oh and I paint sometimes.

    • Sterling says:

      true. you just need something to play with. and instead of growing a parasite inside of you, you’re choosing to adopt a dog and/or sloth.

  2. Laya says:

    I like that you refer to my future spawn as parasites. It warms the cockles of my heart.

  3. Anders says:

    You have to remember that the Ster’s biggest pet peeve is people denying her food & a future spawn would steal the food from her

  4. Sterling says:

    yeah, that parasite would eat the food that i eat for 9 months. i don’t want someone eating my food. that’s MY food. it should get its own.

  5. Laya says:

    Man, forget parasites. You can’t even get rid of them after nine months anyway, they just stick around for another 18 years before they get interesting again.

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