My seester is coming to town.

Well I got a call from Vinson last night. He gave me the address and when I should start seeing his paychecks come through our bank account. He told me he is doing well and he sounded like he was doing well. I guess they made him some king of squad leader and water boy. He told me that it was a good thing because they don't yell at them much. I don't recall him ever saying he misses me... I hope it was becasue he didn't have much time to talk because the TI's only allow them about 15minutes to talk on the phone and this phone call was spent on giving me some important information. Nonetheless, I was happy he called. It was kinda weird because I was writing him a letter, explaining I how I decided to write him now even though I didn't have his address yet.

One of the wierdest things happened yesterday. You see, sometimes I go onto these military spouse forum thingys to talk to other wives/girlfriends. I happened to see a post from another wife who was talking about her husband leaving on March 2nd for Air Force BMT. I was like "holy smokes" and decided to contact her because that is the same day Vinson left. I come to find out she is around my age, she has family members in Titusville, and her husband is in the same flight as vinson, staying in the same flipping dorm! How wierd is that? Of all the people who shipped out to bootcamp on that day, I come acorss one woman who's husband is in the same unit as mine. I wrote to vinson asking if he knew her husband. I wouldn't mind meeting up with her for graduation just to say hi. It is really nice to meet someone who is in the exact some boat as me. I mean, other women are very helpful because they have already been through the stage I am at but it's nice to have someone who is going through the same stage. I will have someone to vent to and she can vent to me all she wants.

Well, I'm sure you may be confused as to why I am talking about Vinson when the subject of today's blog is "My seester is coming to town". Well, I have a half sister who is my dad's daugther from a previous marraige. She is much older than me (I feel bad because I don't know her age)but she lives in North Carolina. She is coming down for bike week. I would have enjoyed her visit on any day except for today. Sounds bad, I know; however, I didn't get much sleep last night and I had to be at work at 7am. Plus since he has been gone, this is the first day I feel kind of "blah". I just want to slip into my pj's, curl into my bed and just keep to myself. Oh well, I don't think they will stay around for long. Afterall, they do have to drive up to Daytona for this Bike Week thing.