October 2014through these gray eyes...: October 2014

Friday, 31 October 2014

Discovering Halloween...

A successful first carving of a pumpkin don't you think? I had visions of this going incredibly wrong: severing teeth, destroying eyes or creating an entirely faceless pumpkin so that another would have to be bought! Controlling a knife has never been a strong point with me!

It's turning out to be quite the Halloween this year - having missed out on everything Halloweeny for so long I am now making up for it, it seems! One carved pumpkin, hordes of little 'trick or treaters' and a potential Halloween Party on Sunday night with Tom's work people... It would be a definite bonus to meet so many new people when we are all in fancy dress - good excuse for any embarrassing situations where I don't recognise people! There will be soooo many of them!!
*cue nail biting* joking... Biting nails has never been a habit of mine

I always thought trick or treaters would creep to the door in total silence and it would be a little scary but, not at all!! I feel like appearing at the window and scaring them before they reach the door... Might be a little unkind though as some of them are so diddy! I don't want to be the cause crying babies and hyperactive ones! 

So, all in all a pretty good first experience of Halloween I would say! Nowhere near as scary as I expected, no doorbells with nobody there or anything like that but still... 

Now to have a scare-fest at home with Tom and a party on Sunday... 

Happy Halloween!!! 


Thursday, 30 October 2014

He won't be home for Christmas

Tom has deployed three times while we have been together, always to Afghanistan... until now. He's been given the opportunity to go to the Falklands as Acting Corporal, which career-wise is a brilliant opportunity for him. Whats not so great is that it's over Christmas!

The past month has been a busy one with Tom trying to get everything sorted with work and learn all the millions of things he needs to know for being an Acting Corporal and I've been running myself in circles trying to plan what to do while Tom is away, ideas of parcels to send out to him, Christmas presents for our Christmas before he goes away and then Christmas stuff to send to him or for him to take so that he has something on actual Christmas Day.

We met around Christmas, officially got together the following February and have only spent one Christmas apart - our first one - we didn't like it and decided not to do that again. Well here we are!

We are used to not spending days together where the emphasis is 'being with your loved one(s)'. We have never spent Valentine's Day together and although there is always a small uncontrollable disappointment that we aren't together for all its commercialised nonsense, there is the comfort that not EVERYONE is celebrating it. However, Christmas is going to be a little tougher...

I have a lot of silly memories from Christmas time with Tom - two years ago, we were getting ready for our first Christmas together which we were spending with his side of the family. He had recently got back from a trip to America and we were sat in the car in a Debenhams multistorey car park  getting into the Christmas mood by going through a Christmas CD, singing along to Christmas songs (probably at the top of our voices - certainly at the top of mine), dissecting the lyrics and discovering that we have the same favourite Christmas song (discovering a new similarity between us will never get old even though we have sooo many!) and generally talking nonsense. This is tiny memory of a moment but, I will always remember it years down the line because this is when we started to put Debenebenhams into the chorus of a Christmas song - I will leave you to find which one because I don't want to ruin it for you or you can ask me - you will never hear it without it afterwards, I certainly can't.

The second downside to Tom going away to the Falklands is the unknown of what to expect because he hasn't been there before - how often we will be able to talk, how busy work will be for him and how long parcels and letters will take to arrive. Also getting used to waking up before him now rather than him having been up hours before me.

Tomorrow he will get his address and all the other information and then.... it all gets real!

Other people have done this before... I can certainly get through all the Christmas celebrations and the unknown 8,000 miles away from Tom to have a day better than any Christmas could ever be - the day he comes home!

I sure will miss my best friend though!

First Christmas spent together
(not quite blog worthy quality but I didn't know I would have a blog then)

Should Mr/Mrs Debenhams read this and like to use our idea...
please contact me 
Pigs fly ;)


Wednesday, 29 October 2014

New beginnings...

This year has been a year of firsts and it's not even over yet...! Nearly as many firsts in this year as there could have been the year I was born - maybe more, newborns don't really do THAT much apart from sleep, eat and defecate do they??

In fact, lets face it, my life has completely changed since this time last year.

October of last year I had recently become engaged, I was living at home with my parents in a quiet village  a few miles from town, I drove 40 miles a day to work, I drove 240 miles twice a month (give or take) to see my husband-to-be, people who I have known my entire life were right on my doorstep.

This October, I am married, living with my husband in a terrace, a few seconds from the centre of town, driving 0.8 miles to work everyday, driving 240 miles home to see parents and parents in law at different ends of the country and apart from my husband, I began my life here in July knowing only one person who was within 20 minutes of me, should I need rescuing.

Incase you are wondering why the home location is so specific - moving from a house that was very private with nothing but sheep and cows to military housing in a terrace with a very open back garden and lots of people is a very big deal, and not one that I had pre-empted at all!

Those are the big firsts, the ones I worried about and lost sleep over but have all worked out amazingly... The smaller ones seem to make me realise how special it is to still be able to have 'first times' and the 'magic' that is associated with being a child never really has to stop. It seems to be less about being a child and more about trying new things.

Today, Tom bought me my first ever pumpkin to decorate for Halloween - my family never really did Halloween and the one year we did have pumpkins I was definitely too small to do any carving of it myself. Lets hope I don't mess this up in my excitement!!

As this is a year of firsts and I'm pretty much new everywhere, I thought I'd be new here too (and I have to say thank you to Tom because he thought it was a good idea which was the extra nudge I needed to begin)

Here's to another first!!

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