BTW!!!!

I love you, Rich!! We hit some nasty bumps in the road there, but we got away with some fast-healing bruises. I am thrilled with how everything is turning out, and you make me happier than I've ever been. Loving you makes me whole; you put all the little pieces of me back together. I love you, and I can't wait to see you in less than TWO WEEKS!!

and when I wake
to your sweet kiss
I’ll know at last
just what I’ve missed

and when the darkness
let’s me go
I’ll see your eyes
and I will know

and when I wake
to your sweet kiss
I’ll know at last
just what I’ve missed

and when I see
that smile of yours
my heart, it leaps
my heart, it roars

and when I wake
to your sweet kiss
I’ll know at last
just what I’ve missed

and when you wrap
your arms ‘round tight
I know we’ll win
in any fight

and when I wake
to your sweet kiss
I’ll know at last
just what I’ve missed

and when I feel
your lips on mine
I know for you
I’ll walk the line

and when I wake
to your sweet kiss
I’ll know at last
just what I’ve missed

and when we walk
here side by side
my soul from you
it cannot hide

and when I wake
to your sweet kiss
I’ll know at last
just what I’ve missed

and when your face
so sweet, I see
I know right here
you’ll always be

and when I wake
to your sweet kiss
I’ll know at last
just what I’ve missed

and when I feel
your gentle touch
what flows through me
is such a rush

and when I wake
to your sweet kiss
I’ll know at last
just what I’ve missed

and when the darkness
lets me go
I’ll see your eyes
and I will know
(c) 2008 almighty-davi.deviantart.com

Resume Chronicles: IV

I went with the "quick resume" option on clearancejobs.com for the time being, until I have the real thing written up and ready to go. Oh, and I'm sooo mid-level, NOT entry-level. But that option wasn't offered in ResumeMaker!! Surprisingly made up some great notes for myself for the "real" resume while working on the quickie version.

Hoooooly crap, this is really happening!! And I put myself down as WILLING TO RELOCATE!! (See this January 15th post for an explanation.)

I'm hungry, ugh. And watching Boyfriend sleep on webcam. Is that weird??

Resume Chronicles: III

I wish there was a resume-writing program out there for transitioning airmen that you could just enter your Enlisted Performance Report bullets into, and BAM...you have a resume.

Resume Chronicles: II

Trish, who has just finished her junior year in college, says "entry-level", 'cause I only have my associate's.

Le sigh.

Resume Chronicles: I

I'm using ResumeMaker, a software on Rich's desktop, to write my resume this Sunday morning. And I'm already stuck.

Entry-level?? Or business professional??

I feel I have too much for entry-level...but not enough for business professional. Isn't there an option in between?!

And Rich just went to dinner, so I can't ask him what he used!!

I can't progress until I choose an option!! ARGH.

Invitation extended.

To Laggin and mdx3mom.

Ever wish a giant hole would appear in the ground to swallow all your problems??

Four-day weekends ftw.

Yes, you read that correctly. The command made Friday a family day, as they often do for Monday-holidays, so all twelve bases within said command (excluding mission-essential personnel, sucks to be you, with all sincerity) got Friday off.

An old tech school friend that I haven't seen in over five years was in town this past week for a networking class, and we went down to the riverfront yesterday for a little tourist action at the Arch. Before that, I went in to the salon for a much-need haircut (the emo-do requires frequent maintenance), and when I got done he (Z) and his wingman (looks EXACTLY like Bobby Hill sans spectacles) were at a Mexican place on the other side of the city, so I drove down to the riverfront and had myself a quiet lunch outside of a pub. Then I went over to the Arch to meet up with them, and spent a few minutes sitting on the ground, my back against the structure, not feeling the least bit small.

Finally I met up with Z, Bobby (heh), and a woman with the guard that I knew from years ago before my deployment. We took a stroll through the museum, I munched on an unnecessary (but oh-so-yummeh) piece of fudge, and then we squeezed into a tiny little tram and went 630 feet up. I saw an Amish elderly man with a cell phone on his belt, true story. Z seemed a tad overwhelmed for a moment there, and finally turned to me and said, "Thank you, Davi." Yeah, I was the same way the first time I went up.

We finished up there, and went for an early dinner at that same pub (hey, it's good eats), and then we said our good-byes. Lovely day.

Fifteen days until The Boyfriend lands. I'm going to spend this week packing, we (well, I, he can't exactly help) are moving into a nice little house in a small town (1.3 square miles?!) a quarter-hour from the base. I can't wait!!

And today The Boyfriend is 25...just five years from 30, bwahahahahaha. I ordered him a gift earlier this week, but it's only partially for his birthday...ahem...I will share more details after his arrival. I'm on cloud nine these days!!

Finally, I threw out there an open invitation for Terin to come to my side of the state for a little R&R action. Just say when. I have coffee, wine, and cuddly kittehs. What more could you ask for?? Okay, yes, endless Skittles will be provided, plus my meager library will be at your disposal, though I'm sure you have most of what I have and my library is likely not nearly as extensive as yours.

<3

I live for that smile.

I forgot the mango juice.

I'm looking through a box of crap dating back to middle school. I have a page ripped out from my freshman year homework planner. It has a note on it from someone, written at the end of the school year.

Jessica,
Remember the mango juice
forever ok + you'll alwayz
remember me!
TQM*
Karina class 2002
-99-

I don't remember the mango juice. It probably explains why I don't remember anyone named Karina.

*TQM is an acronym for "te quiero mucho" which is Spanish for "love you lots".

Blessings at the stop light.

I sit at a red light. My window is rolled down. I sneeze.

"Bless you."

Huh?? My head whips around. There is a black car next to me. Its windows are rolled down. Inside the car is a man smiling at me. Did that man just say that?? Really??

"Thank you."

I laugh the whole way home.

Speaking of promotion tests...

I sat there yesterday afternoon at the Military Personnel Flight, reading a new book I had obtained at the BX to kill time between test portions (Queen of Dragons, by Shana Abé), when it hit me. I had finished the Professional Development Guide portion (feeling more confused than ever on what, precisely, a commander's responsibilities entail), and was waiting to take the Skill Knowledge Test portion (not having bothered to crack open my 5-level Career Development Course books since they'd given them to me in 2007).

An epiphany struck.

I didn't care anymore. I knew that, once again, I was not going to make the next rank. I was not going to carry the line number over with me to reserves, which would have meant sewing on without having to wait for someone to die before a stripe became available. (Srsly, I know a guy on the guard side of the base who has been wearing his seven stripes since the 90s, at least.) And I couldn't have cared less.

It's quite liberating, this feeling of not giving a rat's ass. But it didn't quite keep me from feeling murderous when asked by Lobsterbush back at the office, "How'd you do??" **Must...resist...the urge...to strike...with the fancy letter opener the Boss Man got me in Puerto Rico...** And then BOSS MAN of all people asking me how I did!! "DAMN YOU, BOSS MAN!!" Followed by unnecessary feedback from the Man Cave that was ignored in favor of violently filing paperwork.

These days??

Fuck work.

And promotion tests.

And timing.

Less than four months now.

Happy thoughts and hugs and kisses for Laggin and Rowan Terin. I think I've got it rough?? Heh. Someday, I shall meet them halfway and take them out for coffee. (I will have cute little bottles of Bailey's in my purse to lighten the mood.)