I'm overweight, and I'm not afraid to tell you that I am currently 255 lbs. Now when people look at me they go...oh HEELLLL no...no way you are 255 pounds... People, I am 6 ft. tall. Thats one of the AMAZING things about being freakishly tall. Downside, David is 5' 8". Yep. Awkward.
Anyways, not here to talk about that :) I am overweight and sick of it. SICK OF IT. I got it off before, and its coming off again.
Sooo. let's do it. On another note, how does Bed, Bath, and Beyond expect you to get the pillows off the top shelf...next to the ceiling?
On another-nother note, I fell and hurt my ankle today. UGH stupid weak ankles.
Alrighty, I'm done now.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
In the beginning...
Hi there. I'm Jenna, I'm 19, and the Army now runs my life. Seriously.
My husband, David, 20, is training in the Army to be an avionics mechanic on the Kiowa Helicopter. Ok Jenna that's cool and all, but why tell us? Well... why are you reading? Cool... let's begin.
I'm starting this blog to go on this journey with you. I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing so I thought that writing it down would help, since it's basically talking through all the crap to myself...and you happen to be reading it.
So I realized today when I thought my cat escaped... I am really lonely. My cats are the closest things to human interaction i get when david isnt home. I'm kinda desperate... I played Call of Duty with the moving guys today that brought my new furniture.
Thank God for skype so I can talk to my mom and sister (and various other friends) over the internet, because I would be a nervous wreck without it. Now im not sure if it's the 'I just moved away from friends and family' or if it's 'I went from spending 24/7 with David and now I spend 1 3/4 hours with him everyday,' or maybe its both, but I'm going bit insane. And it only makes it worse that I come from a place where I'm constantly doing something (CYT).
By the way... It's very hard to type with fake nails.
My husband, David, 20, is training in the Army to be an avionics mechanic on the Kiowa Helicopter. Ok Jenna that's cool and all, but why tell us? Well... why are you reading? Cool... let's begin.
I'm starting this blog to go on this journey with you. I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing so I thought that writing it down would help, since it's basically talking through all the crap to myself...and you happen to be reading it.
So I realized today when I thought my cat escaped... I am really lonely. My cats are the closest things to human interaction i get when david isnt home. I'm kinda desperate... I played Call of Duty with the moving guys today that brought my new furniture.
Thank God for skype so I can talk to my mom and sister (and various other friends) over the internet, because I would be a nervous wreck without it. Now im not sure if it's the 'I just moved away from friends and family' or if it's 'I went from spending 24/7 with David and now I spend 1 3/4 hours with him everyday,' or maybe its both, but I'm going bit insane. And it only makes it worse that I come from a place where I'm constantly doing something (CYT).
By the way... It's very hard to type with fake nails.
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