Half It

It has been a while since my first post and I apologize dear reader (no s, singular ha) and I apologize sincerely for this.  Part of this is because I’ve been busy (but who isn’t so that’s not a proper excuse) and part of this is because Jon got some additional news which makes me feel as though my first post was a bit dramatic.  However, in my life, everything is a little bit (or a lot bit) dramatic because it makes things more interesting.  Also, I have a very difficult time living in the unknown.  I would rather get bad news than continue to wonder WTF IS GOING ON!?!?!?  I THINK MY LIFE IS GOING TO BE RUINED BUT I’M NOT SURE AND MIGHT BE TOTALLY FINE BUT I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING AHAHAHAHHHHH.

Oh yes, Jon’s news.  He is now only going to be in London for 3 months.  He was told that there is a slight possibility that he could be staying for 6 but it is highly unlikely.  Are you ready for me to sound like a terrible wife? Are you sure? Positive? Well, here goes. I’m a little disappointed!  Now before you get all judgey face on me, note that there is a good reason or two and yes one of them is that I’m completely insane and a little bit of a masochist.  The real reason is that I struggle consistently with the idea of a traditional life (hence getting married only after a mere 9 years of dating).  I like doing things that other people don’t typically do. I felt like Jon being in Londy for a ½ year would put us, in a way, on an opposite path from that traditional life (can’t have babies if you’re not in the same country… well, I guess I COULD but it would either mean some cray scientific thing or I’m just straight up being a floozy, neither of which I’m not particularly interested in).

This now leads me to the question of the list, which started this whole bloggy in the first place.  What do I do? Do I just say F it? Do I try to cram jam them all into half the time? Do I shave the list a little? Or, and this is what I’m leaning towards, start with just one of those list items and see where it takes me?  Maybe this blog will be about completing just one of these items (but I can’t imagine you would be too excited to read a blog about me taking my dog to daycare once a week, talk about awesome!). 

Speaking of the list, I have realized that I forgot to post it.  Please note that this is in my kitchen on the chalkboard that my wonderful, beautiful, and talented husband painted for me.  Also note that there is already something scratched off of the list.  Despite his best efforts, my wbt hubby’s BFF tried to add something without me noticing. I did however, and refuse to complete it.  He got me a cake pop pan for my birthday and will NOT shut up about me making them … It’s like the bowling ball with Homer’s name on it!! Anyone? Anyone? *sigh*

London Calling

My wonderful, beautiful, and talented husband has just decided to turn our world upside down.  "Decided to" may be a little bit of an exaggeration but it's more fun to blame him so it's totes his fault.

I'll provide some background... The company he works for has offices all over the globe and they do an exchange program for employees who are interested. Jon had volunteered to do this every time the opportunity has arisen - Singapore for a month, Brazil for 2 weeks, etc.  Each time he thought he was going he would eventually be left disappointed, while I may have secretly been celebrating.

Recently the opportunity presented itself for an exchange to their offices in London. Naturally, Jon volunteered (side note: Jon and I got married in October so it has been less than a year. Should I be concerned he's taking any opportunity possible to get away? I don’t think I should be as I look so delicious that people want to eat me...or maybe it was just a really drunk girl at my wedding who told me that but that's besides the point).To my surprise a couple of weeks ago he was told there was an 85% chance that he would be going...for 3 months. While this is an extremely long time for him to be away, being the naturally supportive and fantastic wife that I always am I encouraged him to go. Not only am I a huge fan of London but he would be there during the Olympics. No brainer! I foolishly thought.

Since then we have anxiously been awaiting official news (anxious may or may not mean Annie telling everyone she passed on the street until Jon had to tell her to stop even though she had already easily told everyone she knows. But this is all hypothetical or something like that).

Finally, yesterday morning Jon got the great news! It had been confirmed that he is going to London! Yay for Jon and all of those lovely accented Brits who get to spend time with my wonderful husband, except for the girls (whores!). There are just a couple of kinks in this plan: numero uno is that he’s supposed to be starting July 9th, less than a month from now but we’ll manage. Numero dos, and this is the kicker, it's for 6 months! Now I'm hyperventilating, overflowing with excitement for his wonderful opportunity and sickness for being away for such an ungodly amount of time. I think I forgot to mention that as a 27 year old adult I HATE with a PASSION being alone!!!!! I thought if the caps didn't drive home the severity of my feelings that the punctuation would.

And thus Annie created the blog in 35 minutes and planned to rest for the next 60. Bible reference get it? Er, ok so it wasn't that good.

In order to keep from going absolutely bat shit cray, I started a list of things I wanted to accomplish while he's away. I'm hoping that this becomes the journey of scratching these things off of my list, no matter how mundane the path to scratching becomes. That sounded a little unhygienic.

Some of the items are more specific than others and you are more than welcome to judge the specificness or lack there of but this is my list and not yours so shut up. Or make your own. I expect my list to evolve over time or rather I’m really hoping more than anything that it does. What’s a journey without some fun and exciting twists and turns? Am I right guys or am I right?

So cheers to happy scratching! Eck, you know what I mean.