tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484957168950195936.post7348969000946114486..comments2023-05-27T07:53:58.584-05:00Comments on To Love a Soldier: PreparationTo Love a Soldier...http://www.blogger.com/profile/03672150426036117704noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484957168950195936.post-2721031879087974232011-03-08T08:26:33.830-06:002011-03-08T08:26:33.830-06:00It is a disaster, Lorena! I have to limit myself.
...It is a disaster, Lorena! I have to limit myself.<br /><br />Haha, Queen! I thought that seeing more was going to make me panic thinking about HOW MUCH I have to pack but amazingly I guess the idea of being able to organize something that the Army couldn't change calmed me down. I like to be organized - and I have felt far from organized in the last few weeks.To Love a Soldier...https://www.blogger.com/profile/03672150426036117704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484957168950195936.post-37510623285014866812011-03-07T19:26:23.730-06:002011-03-07T19:26:23.730-06:00Oh for a Target...the closest one is 45 minutes aw...Oh for a Target...the closest one is 45 minutes away, and only 1 story.<br /><br />Storage bins, they may just be magic. I have been sorting and filling them all week. If I could pack my entire house into labeled storage bins, this would be the best PCS ever...but alas, I don't think that will happen ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484957168950195936.post-15266038225445752302011-03-07T14:31:10.935-06:002011-03-07T14:31:10.935-06:00For me it's walking past his favorite food at ...For me it's walking past his favorite food at the grocery store...the things that I would pick up just for him. <br /><br />And I don't think I could be allowed anywhere near a two story Target--that's got disaster written all over it.Lorenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04452498392932035171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484957168950195936.post-46559740388228120022011-03-06T20:18:56.149-06:002011-03-06T20:18:56.149-06:00You ARE jealous of my Target! haha! And I went to ...You ARE jealous of my Target! haha! And I went to a Mardi Gras parade yesterday and I couldn't help thinking about how much I wanted C there.To Love a Soldier...https://www.blogger.com/profile/03672150426036117704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484957168950195936.post-76537730654912851992011-03-06T19:39:56.779-06:002011-03-06T19:39:56.779-06:00I think I'm jealous of your Target. And I almo...I think I'm jealous of your Target. And I almost had a breakdown in a restaurant a few weeks ago. Right after Mark left, I was eating by myself with the baby. People were being unusually unhelpful and I was being ignored by my waitress. I was about to start sobbing simply because the act of eating alone and then being ignored was overwhelming. I really had to suck it upSarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06650261128074780986noreply@blogger.com