Five dollar, five dollar, five dollar foot long...

Happy Februany, everyone! Yes. That's right. I'm celebrating Subway's marketing campaign because I am a self-confessed Subway-holic. Yesterday was pretty laid back and easy going. Even though myself and Drum-Heather (Heather from Fort Drum shall from now on be known as Drum-Heather and my best friend Heather shall now be known as BFF-Heather to differentiate more easily) were planning our Super Bowl get-together. I don't want to use the term "party" because "party" to me infers loudness, obscenities, drinking and me being annoyed. If I call it a "get-together" I can convince myself that it isn't going to be ridiculous. Thankfully, since we aren't inviting too many people, it shouldn't be bad anyway, especially since all but one of the invited are a married couple. As we planned, we battled the commissary days before the Super Bowl. That was an adventure. I'm not sure I have ever seen the shelves so bear at the commissary, even at Thanksgiving. And they were out of all but one package of bok choy. Really? Really? Of all the things they'd run low on, that wasn't really at the top of my guesses. Regardless, I got what I needed and so did she and then I remembered Februany and so we ventured to the PX for sandwiches. We ended up chatting far longer than I expected. I think my desperation for human contact became clear yesterday. I got to sit for hours and just talk to another human being face to face and for the first time in a long time I didn't worry about being destitute and alone while Erik plays in the sand box with the other big boys. I also picked up his Valentine's day present while we were there. He's been asking for what I bought for a little while, sort of off-handedly just mentioning it here and there, and I decided it would be perfect for him. All I want from him is flowers, and I hope he gets that hint. I want to go out on a date and I want flowers. That's it. Nothing else. I don't think that's too hard, but I could be wrong. Guys over-think things.
Anyway, we finished up and I went to drop her off at her place and we ended up chatting for a couple more hours before I went home and gave Erik his sandwich and unloaded groceries.
He's been very very tired lately. At the beginning of the month we were told we'd be getting more family time and that it was going to be a big focus for us because of the Big D coming up and so the guys are supposed to be home as close to 1500 as possible, but with a few guys unable to get their acts straight, the entire platoon suffers and now 1700 formations mean less time together, especially on top of 0550 morning formations. It's long days and short nights for us, but we're making the best of it and trying our best. Any time with him is better than nothing. I love him, and five minutes with him is worth the world to me, so I'll take what I can get while I can get it.
Anyways, I'm off to start some food preparation while I can for the party, and then I'm going to try my hand at some calamari for Erik and I this evening.

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