I'm Loving Fridays Again!

That's right, once again I am looking forward to Fridays. Now that I've got this new job, weekends are exciting. I like the new job, I think. I like it while I'm doing it at least, but as soon as I get off that phone I start thinking about how I don't like calling people and bothering them. Would you like an explanation of what I do everyday? Okay so, you know those magazines that hospitals get? The ones that sell scrubs and other medical supplies? Or what about the ones that schools get that sell heavy traffic area rugs or surplus school supplies? Even the ones that you may not be aware of, like the ones that get sent to police offices that sell things like hand cuffs and special shoes made just for the policemen and women. Do you realize how many schools, hospitals and other institutions there are in the U.S.? Quite a few. These companies don't have the time to get all of that mailing information, so that's where I come into play. We call these institutions and verify things such as name, address, phone number and administrative information. Then our sales company turns around and sells this information to these catalog companies. So there it is in a nutshell. So our 2 year anniversary was this past Monday, and Kyle surprised me with roses. The funny thing was, he got me a card that was meant to be given to a couple on their anniversary and not a card from husband to wife. It was the thought that counted anyway so I still loved it. So yesterday we decided we wanted Chinese for dinner so I went out to Warrensburg to pick it up. As I was pulling back into the garage Kyle just kind of looked at me with a "I know I'm going to be in trouble" type of grin on his face. "I got a boo-boo" he said. I told him I didn't even want to see it. Apparently he was doing a wheelie on his quad and he fell off the back and the tire caught on his leg. So here leg right after I put Triple Antibiotic on it. He's working on a buddies car right now, so he had me wrap it in plastic wrap and tape it to his leg so it wouldn't stick to his pants. He's absolutely insane. So anyway, I'm off to watch some Vampire Diaries. Goodnight! -Jess

Letter to Brittney

So I haven't been posting lately because I have truly ran out of things to say. Nothing happens here anymore, I just go to work, come home, make dinner for Kyle, watch some TV, go to bed and start all over again. Who knows though, I start a new job a week from this coming Monday, so maybe my life with start to get a little bit more interesting. I did notice the other day that Brittney's Facebook has been sad faces, and filled with words that all relate to "home sick". Welcome to my world Brittney. Anyway, I got a little fired up the other day when "some people" decided to step on my toes, so I decided to tell Brittney about it. Once I was done getting angry, I just figured I would get all sentimental and tell her a little story about how the military and home sickness are like one in the same. Here is the message:

Jessica Henige Miller April 9 at 8:14pm

Okay, I'm getting pissed off, and unfortunately I do not like your friends. In the end though, it's your decision. Don't tell me you don't care either way, it's your fricking wedding, you make the damn decisions not them. I've already had my wedding, so I'm not some friggin' psyco trying to make this wedding my own... what do you want??????? (Woah, sounds like I'm going psyco too.) Anyway, please let me know and don't say you don't care. Want my opinion? I say leave them the way they are. I'm in Missouri so there is no way for me to know how much shorter they want them, plus I haven't gotten my dress yet so I don't even know if I'm going to have time for alterations. Once again though, don't let me influence your decision... please let me know though.

On a lighter note... well not really lighter note... just on another note... I went through the stage of home sickness that you're going through right now. It doesn't go away, you just kinda shove it to the back of your mind, and you forget about how bad it hurts. If I sit down for just a minute to think about mom or dad or grandma or how I can't even visit grandpa's grave once a week I start to go a little crazy, like a can't-breathe-because-you're-crying-so-hard kind of crazy. Make sure you want to deal with that before you go through with this wedding because being a military wife isn't easy. You have to deal with things like, not being able to be with your mom when she has to go through surgery and recovery. It's shitty. You'll only have Cameron to talk to about your issues, because even if you have a friend down there that's willing to listen to you, they can't really care about what your saying like mom or I could care. I'm just saying, marrying a military man comes with a lot of loneliness, but I would marry Kyle again tomorrow knowing what I know now. Anyway, I didn't mean to get all sad and mushy, I just wanted you to know that you're not the only one. You may be in Alaska, but don't forget, I'm in Missouri.

Choose wisely little grasshopper!

Jess

I just hope it helps her. I was in no way trying to sway her away from Cameron, actually, if anything I was reassuring her that the decision she is making is right. But anyway, I have no pictures because Kyle downloaded a lovely virus onto my computer which wiped out my entire hard drive. So, have a good night Michigan! -Jess

I'm Back!

Well, we've got Internet... finally! Nothing has really changed in the last few weeks though. I've been working a lot of hours at McDonald's so that keeps me busy. Kyle is finally on a normal shift again, 7am-4pm, Monday through Friday. The kitties are doing very good. Bomber keeps getting bigger, and Stealth keeps getting more annoying. I took this picture of them last week. We had to open the windows because whenever I make bacon the house fills up with smoke. Still no luck with the CNA job but I'm sure it'll happen eventually. We're not doing anything for Valentines day, I had to work and neither of us like big crowds so I think a movie and pizza is on the schedule for tonight. This other picture of the cats shows how Bomber's continuous growth is effecting him, he can't even fit on the couch! I don't really have much more to say, so I'm gonna get out of here. I have more pictures to post so I will probably be back again tomorrow. I need to go frost Kyle's giant heart-shaped cookie. I made him one last year on Valentine's day so I figured I might as well make him another. Hope you all have a good Valentine's day, and Happy Birthday Grandma Thiel! -Jess

Kyle's Request

Sorry, one more thing for tonight. I was showing Kyle the post with all the pictures on it, and he wanted to know why I didn't post a picture of our tree with the lights on, so here it is.

Early Christmas Present

No one knows this better than my Mother... every year I would beg and beg to just open one present, just one. And every year I would get the same answer: "Yes Jessica, go ahead and open them all." She would say it in a way that made me think it was a life or death decision. I would be hit with so much guilt that I wouldn't end up opening any until Christmas. Well today I got the same answer, only it wasn't coming from my Mom, it was coming from Kyle. "Please just let me open that little one!" Sure, he said, in the same tone my Mom used every year. I wasn't overwhelmed with guilt and indecision this time though, I opened it! It was an IPod!!! A pink one at that. So we're up here using the Internet so I can get the latest ITunes, and I figured I should write a short post to let you in on the exciting news. I included a picture so you can see how pretty it is. I better be off though, time to get this baby loaded with songs. Goodnight! -Jess

Well hasn't it just been ages...?

Well we don't have Internet anymore so hopefully you'll accept that excuse. Today is my day off so I figured I should probably drive up to McDonald's and use their Internet. Work is going well, I'm working at McDonald's actually. I've been getting quite a few hours, and I'm starting to loose track of the days. Thanksgiving went very well, Kyle invited two of his work friends over and we all had turkey. Unfortunately, we won't be able to make it home for Christmas (major sad face). Kyle just can't get the time off right now because of his shift. We set up the tree on Black Friday. The cats already ruined it for the most part, not before I took pictures though. The first one is obviously of Bomber and Stealth with Larry the Turkey. The next picture is our dinner, super yummy by the way. We both finished our Christmas shopping for each other Thursday night. I could almost say what I got him, but with the off chance that he may read this, I better not. I'm pretty confident in my guess as to what he got me. I was just so particular that it's hard for him to surprise me. Just as a fair warning, there are a lot of picture on this post because I don't know how often I'm going to be able to get back to post more. So the next paragraph will basically be picture discriptions. Also, these pictures are in random order because Blogger is giving me a hard time today... FYI.

Okay, here it goes: The next picture is of our lovely Christmas Tree, now it has no bulbs on it though, the cats took care of that. Next is a picture of my cute little decorations on my kitchen cart, then there is our microwave, which is adorned with a window sticker (Kyle's idea). My Christmas rug in front of the stove, our Christmas scene that Kyle's mom made us, the top of my stove with just a couple of little decorations. Next is a picture of my cookie sign that I bought at a garage sale this last summer. The next picture is of my White Christmas Trash. It's actually very good. I just mixed Golden Grahams, Alphabet cereal, red and green M&Ms and some pretzles. Melt enough white chocolate to coat it evenly then spread it on waxed paper. Before it sets, sprinkle it with red and green sugar/ sprinkles. Once it's hard break it into pieces. You can even spread some on the lawn on Christmas Eve night, I heard it attracts Santa's reindeer. Next is a picture of my decorations in the living room, since we don't have a fireplace, I settled for putting my stocking hangers on a shelf. Then there is a picture of Stealth and Bomber sleeping, setting up the tree tired them out, next is a picture of Kyle setting up the tree (while I cleaned). The next picture is of the kitties eating their Thanksgiving Dinner (turkey and gravy). And last, but certinly not least is a picture of our little Butterball with our Thanksgiving Turkey.

Well, I do have to run because my two hours is up, so have a great holliday season everyone! -The Millers

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Departure

As I sit here waiting to board my flight, I'm wondering what I did to be blessed with such a great family. Coming home makes me wonder why I don't do it more often. These past few days have been the most difficult days I have ever experienced, but they've also been filled with joy and love. When I married Kyle I was well aware of what I was promising, which included following him wherever the military may lead him. I would make the same promise again tomorrow, but I'd do it with a heavier heart. Seems like the Air Force charged me a non-refundable experience this time, I missed my chance to say goodbye. Unfortunately, even if I would have made it home earlier, the situation at hand would still be the same. I swear, I would have rather cut my own ears off a million times over than to see my dad struggle through this situation.

I wasn't expecting it, but it also didn't surprise me when my parents basically bent over backward to make sure that Brittney and I were well taken care of during our short stay in Michigan. I'm going home with new clothes and shoes, and cash to spare. It's no surprise that I had to check a bag this time around. I regret not being able to be at the funeral with my family today, and I'll probably have regret for quite some time. "We'll see you soon enough," I'm sure that's what Grandpa would say. I remember every Sunday morning, Grandpa and Grandma would come over after 8:30 mass, but before 10:30 mass. I was always sleeping whenever they got there, I'd be trying to catch as much sleep as possible. I'd tell myself I only needed 15 minutes to get ready in the morning, even though that really wasn't the case. I would come walking up those stairs at 9:50, looking like I'd been out all night. Grandpa would just say "Well hello Jessie!" They were usually sitting at the dining room table with my parents drinking coffee, black coffee. Mom would always have something on the table, weather it was cookies, cake, or whatever the neighbor had brought over the night before. Grandma would be fighting with herself, did she want a cookie, or didn't she want a cookie? Just have a cookie Gram.

I don't want to leave Michigan. I don't want to leave my mom and I don't want to leave my dad. I don't want to leave Grandma and I don't want to leave Maggie. In the end though, I belong with my husband. My husband, the one who gets lonely when I'm not there at night, and the one who cannot cook for himself. The same one who was so proud that he loaded and unloaded the dishwasher the other day. The one who wanted to know if the taco meat in the fridge was still good (I told him 'yes' by the way... not for sure if that was the right answer). I will do my best not to stay so long this time around, I don't think I could stand it.

I will end this with answering my dad's concern for "his own children". There was never a question, you are a great father.

Duane Joseph Henige 01/21/35 - 11/4/09