Ninos and military life

Guatemala, as always, was amazing. The children taught me so much and encouraged my soul beyond belief. I would write more about that, but it's not really what's on my mind today, and what is a blog good for except to document your thoughts?
Yesterday the pocketwatch left for Marine's boot camp in San Diego. Needless to say, I miss him like hell. After I got home yesterday from a loooong day of Mr. and Mrs. Pocketwatch talking non-stop about what a stubborn/miracle/cute kid he was, I laid down and watched some Netflix (NERTFLERX!!!). The evening went on, in an average manner, and my mom and I went to pick up my car from the car repair shop (I would explain what was wrong, but I will avoid such nonsense as to avoid boring you to death). While I was driving home, I got a call, but my phone was on silent and I missed it. Normally a missed call wouldn't be a big deal, but it turns out this was a call from the pocketwatch, from a pay phone, in the airport. I couldn't call him back, and the message he left went something like this: "Hey Honey, I'm just calling you from a free pay phone in the airport, I was hoping to get to talk to you for the last time for the next three months."
What resulted next was probably the combination of exhaustion and genuine sorrow. I sobbed for a solid 45 minutes. My sweet brother came in and gave me his handkerchief to wipe my snot and runny makeup on, and he sat next to me while I wept like a child who just lost their first dog.
Ah the delights of being a military girl friend.
I suppose all is well now though. I stopped crying last night, spent some time with my babe of a best friend, cleaned my room, and wrote the pocketwatch a letter. Everyone keeps telling me how fast three months will go by, but it's hard to accept those words of encouragement unless someone has experienced it for themselves. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. Time for class now. I'll probably blog more later. Maybe not. I'm not promising anything. Actually, I probably will. I have exciting news concerning my career.
Stay beautiful,
Helena

A Wedding, and a Country

Dear darlings,
Friends, Roamers, country folk: I'm going to Guatemala! Again. I have so much to write, but I'm leaving in about two minutes. I will update and write when I get back, because I guarantee I'm going to have buckets of stories to tell. I really should blog more...I think I will. I'll make a middle-of-the-year-resolution: blog more. Ok, that's all. Now I need to make like a baby and head out!! Hehehe...gross. :)
Love, Helena Bulena

Gall Bladder

It's been awhile since I last wrote because I started a post a few weeks ago, and I never finished it. It was very sad, and I'm not going to burden you guys with it.
Lets see....lately, we got a new dog named Macy, my sister had her gall bladder removed, my grandma is in town visiting to see my performance of Arsenic and Old Lace. So far, so good. My sister is in recovery, as of an hour ago, and Macy is a little bit of a hellion. She keeps chewing things up, and she isn't even a puppy. She is three. Anyways, I had a dream the other day that I had two left feet because I had my right leg amputated, and they gave me another left foot. Then, last night, I had a dream I was missing three fingers. Two on my right hand and one on my left. I'm not sure what my subconscious is trying to tell me....anywho, I am going out to lunch with my Mugga and my brother and the pocket watch, and I bid you adu.
Love,
Helena