Torrance and Beyond

So this past weekend was pretty cool. I participated in the tactical I had mentioned (see earlier blog entry) and even though most of the Germans didn't want to come out to play, I still had a good time.
I met up with Grov near the end of the tactical. That was probably my highlight. I was supposed to meet up with him on the Friday, but because I couldn't leave to go to PA until late in the afternoon, I didn't get to the destination until 10:30pm and, well, you don't just go waltzing into the German encampment dressed as a partisan unless you want you ass kicked (or shot!)
I was pretty bummed about that...and then I was hoping, hoping, hoping that we would somehow meet up with the FJ in a battle...it happened, but I had to be our Commanding Officer's 'seeing eye person' (he's night blind) I didn't get to participate or see Grov at all.
Finally! near the end of the fighting...and me being tired, cold and hungry, I saw Grov. Well...actually I saw a German (the sun was behind him, so I didn't KNOW it was him)...and the German whistled at me...I wanted to give him the finger (I really wasn't in a good mood at the moment in time lol)...and then I hear "Hey Monkey!" hee hee...I really did giggle like that. Turns out Grov was dead and was heading back to wherever he was heading.....which was in the OPPOSITE direction as we were going. That was it...I think my body went...YAY!!! and then shut down, because about 5 minutes after that I said "fuck it, I'm done" I walked up to where Grov had been and started walking back. I got shot at a few times, but they are blanks, so who am I to care if they were shooting. I wasn't playing anymore lol.
Got to the T-Intersection and as I was having a conversation with a German I turn around to see Grov running towards me with arms wide open. I think I almost collapsed into him...I was so happy and exhausted at the same time. At that moment, my day began :)

So now, I have been home for 24hrs and this Friday I am going down to good 'ole Virginia to spend some time with Grov. We need this time. I was going to drive down (about 12hrs) but my mom is a chronic worrier (I inherited this trait unfortunately) so she and my dad gave me an early Christmas gift and bought me a plane ticket down. I just have to pay for parking at the airport. No biggie. Cheaper than paying for gas!
Can't wait to get down there! And when I return it will be 3 weeks until I return to spend even more time with him :)

Have I mentioned how much I love Grov? Oh, I haven't? Well...I do :)

What a week

What a friggin' week. Too much has gone on, and my brain is just hurting. Not a headache...my brain hurts. Is that possible?

Oh well...c'est la vie.

Final Night

Well, it's my final night alone with the cats. My parents fly into Buffalo tonight around midnight from Las Vegas...oh excuse me, let me rephrase that, from Lost Wages. Thank goodness they didn't lose the house! They were flying Southwest Airlines...ok, so when I went to Vegas in May 2003 we flew Southwest, direct from Buffalo to Las Vegas, and yes it was a long 6hr flight, but they made it fun etc ect. Now...have you ever seen the reality show 'Airline' on A&E? How Southwest Airlines EVER lets A&E show half of the crap that really happens is beyond me. If you haven't seen the show, lemme tell ya, if you saw it, you wouldn't want to fly the airline lest you be bumped from your flight because SW is NOTORIOUS for Overbooking. My parents were laughing at this, and decided they were going to print off their boarding passes before they got to the airport because if they didn't, who knows when they would have gotten to Vegas.

S'anyway. They house is cleaned, the cats are fed and happy (I am not), it's Saturday night and I'm at home doing nothing (again), and I miss Grov like you wouldn't believe.

Less than a week and I will see him! Yay! Grov and I both re-enact and next weekend there is a tactical event near Pittsburgh, PA. (Tactical is basically a mock battle with real weapons and blanks...Fun times!!). Problem is this...Ok, I usually leave for this event by about 8am after picking up a fellow from my unit, and we get there early afternoon (after gas stops, food, bathroom, you get the picture). Well...I found out the other day that my fellow unit member has to work that day and can't leave that early. Earliest we would leave would be 10am, and the latest is 2pm! I haven't seen Grov in over a month, so I was actually looking forward to the early morning drive (I'm not normally a morning person). Now I won't be getting to our destination until probably early evening. I'm not happy about it, but there isn't anything I can do. All I want to do is get down there as fast as I can (without getting a speeding ticket!) and see Grov.

Now, the next 'problem'. The tactical begins around 01:00hrs and goes until 16:00hrs on Saturday...I'm a Belgian resistance fighter...Grov is a German Fallschirmjaeger (paratrooper)...the only time I'm going to see him throughout the event is if I/he kill(s) him/me...or if we capture one another and 'interrogate' each other ;) I'm actually hoping the latter happens hehe. Then after the event we'll see each other until we have to leave on Sunday. We've booked a hotel in the local town because sleeping 2 nights outside when it's going to be below freezing is just not my idea of fun. Plus I have to drive home!

So, there is my dilemma. Last night home alone, missing Grov terribly, wondering how I'm going to get to the event next weekend as fast as possible without killing myself or anyone else (kidding!) and about ready to hit the hay :)

Tired

So here I am, at home, sitting on the computer with the television on in the background for a little noise distraction as I try to entertain myself and the three cats.
As you can probably tell from that last sentence, I don't want to be here right now. It's cold, it was snowing today (nothing significant, but still) and the one I want to be with is about 500 miles south of here, at work and feeling 'like death' as he says.

So do I want to be here taking care of three cats who have me whipped??? Or taking care of the one I love knowing very well that all they really want to do is sleep, sleep and sleep some more because that is what you do when you work a lot and feel like crap. Really...not a hard choice here folks. I'd rather be close to Grov right now, doing whatever I could for him. Helping him out around his place so he could get the rest he needs. Giving him all of my love to show him that he is loved and wanted.

Did I mention that I would be near him? That's the part that is killing me the most. Sure, I see him in the flesh now and again (next Friday will be the next time! Yay!) and I cherish every moment that I have with him on the phone, but that lack of physical contact is very hard emotionally. I'm sure he feels the same way...and I would do anything I could to be near him...and that's the problem...there is always something in the way whenever I do figure out a way to see him. Lack of money is the number 1 thing. Doesn't help that I was recently laid off...and in order to see him more, I cannot go looking for a job at the moment or I won't be able to see him as much as I want to. It's a nice double edge sword right there...and I'm willing to cut myself in the money department, just so I can be with him. He's all that matters to me and if I have to beg, borrow or steal (ok, so I won't steal, but I may just have to beg and borrow from family!) I will.

UGH!

I hate being sick. Actually...there are differences in the way I feel when I'm sick. Besides the obvious 'I feel like crap' feeling, there is the 'ok, I ache and generally feel icky' feeling and then there is the 'why is the room spinning and why do I see pretty lights and why is the floor coming extremely fast towards my face?' feeling. I, do not mind the first feeling when I am sick. I deal with it. On the other hand, I HATE the latter feeling, and guess which feeling I am experiencing today...yes, you guessed it, the 'quick pass me the bucket I'm gunna hurl before I pass out' feeling.

Today really sucks. Besides not feeling so good, it is raining cats and dogs, and I had to come home early from a Remembrance Ceremony (because of me not feeling well). I really appreciate our veterans, and I didn't want to come home, but I was 1hr30 from home, and I really just wanted to get home. So I left. I did get some really nice comments from some women who were in the RCAF Women's Division (the impression I was doing). Made me feel really good. I'm glad I'm able to portray a part of Canada's women during WWII.

Other than that, there really isn't much going on around here. Oh except, my parents are in Las Vegas hopefully winning, and I get to take care of the three cats...who basically have me whipped.

Yay, fun times.

Hello Blogging World

Why hello there. I'm not new to this whole blogging thing. In fact this is the *counts on fingers* fourth blog I have started. Why do I start a new one you ask? Well that's simple really...I felt like it, so there!

No seriously, this blog was started mainly because this past summer my life really began. I know, I know, you're thinking "uh, hello? You're life started when you were born" (or if you're pro life, when you were conceived. OR if you're Leviticus, 18-21 days after conception when blood appears "The life of the flesh is in the blood"). Alright enough with the hard questions in life that no one will ever agree on and back to ME dammit!

Ahem, what was I saying? Oh yes, my life beginning... It all began when I met someone. I wasn't necessarily looking for anyone, but hey, when life gives you an opportunity you must make the most of it. And frankly, I was a little tired of ignoring these opportunities and thought, "what the hell...it can't hurt." The date was June 4, 2005 and we were introduced. The first time I saw him, I thought "wow...." but! my experiences in life so far had been pretty dismal whenever I got that feeling, so I tried not to get any hopes up. I've had too many let downs to let that happen again. But, this time it actually paid off. For once, someone was actually interested in me. Yes...you can take your chin off the floor now, I was just as amazed.

Anyhoo...June 5 we had our first 'date' and it was the most perfect date I had ever experienced (and that's not many folks...but even if it were, it would still beat them all). Since that day we have been officially dating, and yesterday I am happy to say that we reached 5 months. 5 months of pure happiness. Grov (not his real name obviously!) is the best thing that has ever, or ever will happened to me. He is my reason for living, and I am so glad that we met, because I don't know where I would be right now if it weren't for him.

Ok...so now you know why my life began this summer, and not 23 years ago. So, here's a bit more about me. I'm Canadian (obviously). I have a BA in history with a minor in English Literature from Trent University. Basically, I have a piece of paper that cost $25,000 until I can find a job that will justify it and I can actually call it a degree. I used to play pretty hardcore women's hockey that included playing with and against women who play on the Canadian and US National Teams. (Pretty fucking awesome). Unfortunately, due to school and a lack of a team to play on, I no longer play. Getting that itch again though, so who knows what the future holds for this goalie. I still live with my parents...it sucks, but hey I don't pay rent and I get yelled at a lot, but it's a roof over my head and that's the most important thing. I just got laid off on Friday from the museum where I work...oh excuse me, USED to work. That blows monkeys (as Grov would say). So if anyone knows where the is a museum with lots of money in the VA, MD, DC area who wants to hire a girl with almost 3yrs of experience working at a museum/archives...lemme know. Thanks ;) Oh, and one more thing about me. I re-enact. Yes folks, that's right. I like to dress up in WWII clothes, and educate the public/shoot blanks at Germans (hehe like Grov), and freeze my ass off in the process, and I wouldn't change one bit of it! Well...except maybe the cold part. Hey! I may be Canadian, but that doesn't mean I live in a freezer 365 days a year...I live in Southern Ontario...SOUTHERN Ontario. Heck! It's lower on the map than some US states!!! Oh rant over.

Anyways, that's me, and my little (long) introduction. Read my blog if you wish, and if you don't how the hell would I know anyway! :)

G'night folks!