So it's 2:56 AM. I can't sleep. I've been trying but I just have alot, I won't say ON my mind, but more going through my mind. Concerns and thought ranging from the major to the little silly things. I guess since my housemates aren't awake, I will just put it on, not paper, I guess it would be screen.

So Marshall is in Iraq, which everyone knows, or should know anyway. Communication isn't as bad as I thought it would be. Not  yet anyway. Hopefully it stays about the same the whole time he's there. So long handwritten letters and hello face to face video chats. I have NO problem with that. I can hear his voice, see him smile, it's so nice. I miss him. Alot. I can't even find the words. Only another 9 monthes or so and he'll be home, sleeping in our bed. God, I hope it goes fast. I don't ever want to do another deployment again. They suck! Hats off to the army wives who do 2, 3, 4 deployments or more! I don't know how they don't it. And I can only imagine it's worse when kids are involved. Ugh, I can't even think about that. But before you know it, Marshall will be home again. My love. I love him so much. But I won't get all sappy on you. I'll leave that for a video chat

Which comes to the wedding. So far, we have a prelimenary date set. Hopefully his tour doesn't get extended. Our date is perfect for us! I have booked the reception site. My dress is picked out and ordered. Veil selected, caterer for the cake verbally contracted (our old culinary instructor, Mr. Bercaw! *joy*), bridesmaid dresses picked out, and a million other little things I'm deliberating on. It's hard to plan a wedding when we're 9,000 miles apart! I'm still interviewing wedding coordinators but I'm kinda thinking, do I really need one? I think I'm doing just fine without one. I will, at bare minimum, have one for the week and day of. I don't need all that stress. We're tackling one issue at a time. This week was setting a date. Done. Booked the 'facility' Next week, who knows.

My grandmother was diagnosed with lymphoma a few weeks ago. She's doing fine, but it's my grandfather I'm worried about. HE is worrying himself sick with all this. Grandma went through her first round of chemo on the 4th. The lump on the side of her face has gone down ALOT. But when she got out of the shower today, she found out she lost quite a bit of her hair. They bought her a wig for the enevetable before chemo started, while she felt up to doing it. She seems to be handling it fine, but I think that's what made it really REAL for my Grandpa. I'm going to make time in the next week or so to go down and make them dinner or something. At least see them and spend some time there.

I'm a little worried about the girls (my dogs, to the unfamiliars) They seem to be fighting alot lately.Wel, not ALOT but more than I've seen them ever fight. I mean fighting..growling, teeth showing, biting. It worries me. I though maybe they just needed a bit more excersice so I started taking them on walks more often. Hasn't really helped. Maybe it's just from the changes due to the move? Liberty gave me a heart attack the other day. She got into a wrapped Reese Cup and ate a little chocolate! Not much at all, but enough to freak me out. She's fine. She felt off for a couple hours, but she's a perfectly little devil now like always. Mekah has a skin thing I need to get checked out plus a lump on the side of her neck that's a little worrying.

That's just a little bit of what's going through my mind at 3:16 AM. I could go on, but it gets to be little piddly stuff after a while. Besides I'll just depressed if I read my "worries"  all at once versus just thinking them one at a time. Like I said before, they aren't worries so much. OK, some of them are, I would be a liar if I didn't admit that. But I'm only human. I guess I was just trying to fill the boring wee hours of the sleepness night/morning.