west palm beach is for lovers...

So I'm here in Florida at my mom and dad's for a few days since we're on holiday. It's absolutely gorgeous weather (low 80's), I sleep in, lay on the white sand with a crossword puzzle, Mama won't let me pay for anything, AND I'm eating like a queen. Best of all, I get to spend some time with my parents whom I've missed so terribly since they've moved. It's pure, unadulterated bliss... except for one thing. Jim isn't here with me.

He's leaving for California with his buds, Andy and Troy, on Saturday and I don't come home from Florida until Sunday so he couldn't do both. It's only been 3 days and I'm seriously asking myself how I'm going to make it until he comes home on the 7th. I didn't realize how intricately my days are woven in and through our relationship.

One of my best friends, Rachel, was just married in October to her husband, TJ. He was deployed to Iraq within the first two weeks of November. She won't see him again until the fall of 2009. Hows that for a little perspective?

12-gauge skeet shot

It is such a cozy, cold, misty, moisty morning out there. I'm still in my robe, sitting in front of the space heater which smells a bit like it needs to be turned down before it melts the rug. My mom and dad arrive tomorrow from Florida for Christmas. It's going to be so good to get together with the fam again. My oldest brother only wanted ammo for shooting skeet and clay pigeons so that's what he got from me. As I carried the 15 pound brick of 12-gauge bullets through the sea of shoppers cutting me off in the "aisle traffic" at Wal-Mart I seriously contemplated throwing handfuls of ammo at everyone around me. Anna (my very best friend) calmly reminded me that they probably wouldn't blow up like I would want them to, just put everyone in even more of a frenzy. The hour and a half wait in line chilled me out.

I think I'll do my Christmas shopping in June next year.