I'll burn that bridge over troubled waters after I cross it.

Two days ago, I burned my jawline when the curling iron was real good and hot. Felt the sizzle, too. Then, when I wasn't thinking, I scratched it this morning and made it much worse. Add to that my fall last night, and I think it's time to invest in a little more life insurance. It seems I can drive in the snow through Atlanta without wrecking, but I can't make it from the front door to the trashcan without seriously wiping out. I really cut the top of my foot up, too. It took three butterfly and balloon band aids just to cover the cuts.

Alyssa and I took our trip to TN. We had fun with family and friends, but there wasn't enough time for visiting everyone because we were snowed in one day. My dad had to get his tractor out and clear the snow and grade the driveway just so I could get my Jeep out the next day. Getting out was one thing, but coming back in we got stuck. Had to call my dad to come and rescue us. He walked up the driveway, which is pretty long, got in the Jeep, threw it in reverse, hit about 30mph, put it back in drive, and then proceeded to show the bats still remaining in hell how it's really done. I increased my lung capacity exponentially from holding my breath so long during this incident. At least I stayed out of his flower beds, though. I can't say the same about others. No names needed... T.O.M.

I've got to get back to my projects now that we're home. Normal chores and errands to be done, plus I have to get all the closets cleaned out for Goodwill. I already have about 100 hangers on my guest bed from what I've done so far. If only those little starving pygmies could eat hangers, I think I could cure world hunger.

For those of you who may not be aware of it, there are stages of emotions during deployments and unaccompanied tours. I hit a new one yesterday. The grumpy one. Thankfully, my husband is possibly the most understanding and patient person I know. Everything I threw at him, he just rolled with it. He let me pout and rant, then reminded me how much he loved me. He told me how if he were home, he'd be babying all my boo-boos. God, I miss him. Yesterday was just one of those days that I really could've used his comforting arms around me. From everything that happened, it seemed that me missing him just made it all harder. I had a guy rip me off of $45 for a repair on my gun. (And to you, you old man... you're a prick for charging me, and your little buddy flat-out lied when he said he wouldn't charge me.) I should've said that in the store, but I knew I was too close to the edge. I knew if I wasn't nice about it, I was going to be really nasty. So, I just kept a smile on my face, paid, and when he said "Nowa, listen heara... when you get a new sight from that there Taurus, you just bring it on back in here, and I'll be more than happy to put it on for ya".... I said, still smiling... "Don't worry, I won't be back. I'll get it done right this time". Smiled again, and walked out.

Even though it's not always a bed of roses... I AM getting skinny. I now can get back into my size 8 Gap jeans. They look awesome, too, if I say so myself . I was really surprised when I tried them on. I didn't think they'd fit, but they couldn't have fit better. So, that's a total of 15 pounds that I've lost so far since Bruce has been gone. I'm actually skinnier than when I met Bruce!!!!!! This makes me feel fabulous!