Loserville.

=Before I start my next post, I feel obliged to notify you as reader that I totally suck at writing.  I don't care about periods or commas...actually it's not that I don't care about them, I just put them wherever I see fit, not for any technical reason except for in my head in sounds right. Now granted there might be some subconscious training from freshman comp 1 and 2 stuck way way back in there, but hey who knows? So if for some reason you feel like judging me based on my writing skills...Suck a noodle, I don't care what you think. :) :) <---with all due respect of course.

On to the next note :) I'm BORED... I miss my friends and I miss my life in Texas. Don't get me wrong, I'm super stoked for this next chapter in my life but is it wrong to think I don't deserve a girlfriend to have drinks with on a Friday night and shoot the shit with? So currently my life is filled occupied with Netflix and working out, which is getting beyond annoying. Seriously, Tony D or whatever the hell his name is on the Insanity videos is the closest thing I have to company these days. I really can't wait for Nathan to get here, I can't wait to have dates again, and to come home to my husband and talk about our days while having dinner. I dream of this. What happens the day he pisses me off though?? (<-- Yes I know this will happen, I'm not the newlywed who lives in her happy little world naive to that fact that we will have our troubles.) Who will go to dinner with me and talk it out?? Okay, so yes we've established I NEED a girlfriend...now, how do I go about finding one? Do I approach some girl who strikes me as cool and ask her if she's from around here?? Because, honestly if someone did that to me I'd label them as a borderline lesbian/freak. Not that I'm judgmental, I've just seen one to many "First 48" episodes for my own good. Well, my pizza timer is dinging and I've got the next rerun of Grey's on hold so have a good night ya'll don't feel too sorry for me, if you happen to live in Virginia...Be my friend?! lol

Sitting, waiting, wishing...

The one thing I've learned during my short time as a military spouse is this notorious quote "Hurry up and wait"...and boy is it true. Nathan (my husband) has been waiting on a flight to Kuwait for what seems like days now.  Although what feels like an eternity to me is in reality not so long, waiting for someone is something I never saw myself doing...for a girl with little patience it just didn't seem realistic. Nathan is my game changer the guy who made my world stop and I am now a firm believer in another famous quote "When you know, you KNOW". I can't imagine my life with anybody else.  Let's talk about the coming home jitters...Seriously I feel like I'm in middle school all over again, obsessing about what I'm going to wear, how my hair looks, and nervous about our "first kiss". I have this fear that he'll come home and regret waiting for "this"....the logical me knows better then that but the crazy side that has been away from her husband from a year can't help but let my mind wander that way. I can't imagine how this is going to feel five years from now, will it be routine? Or will with always be this nerve racking to see him again? Ah...who knows?  Welp, I can't say I'm cutting this short because of my active social life (truth is I have ABSOLUTELY no friends here right now) but I am cutting this short because the TV is staring at me begging me to play the next episode of 30 Rock on netflix :) Ciao!

Heeere weeee goooo!

I was recently introduced the "blogging world" by my best friend and well, it seems fun :) Anyone who knows me is aware of my "gift" for gab, so this just seems appropriate.  Sit back and enjoy the ride!

First things first, let me bring you up to speed with the “The Kristina Show”… I’m a newlywed who is patiently awaiting the arrival of my husband from his one year tour in Afghanistan. If all goes well he should be here any day now J Recently, I have up-rooted my life and the complacency that has surround me the past well…24 years.  I was born and raised in Texas and I’m just your run of the mill “small-town girl” not exactly text-book granted my Hispanic heritage lol. Anywho, I now reside in Yorktown, Virginia...where people like to honk A LOT, it actually rains, and I have yet to see a freakin’ tortilla since I moved here. Being a wife scares the living crap out of me….but in a good way.  I should probably mention that I’m an only child and I’ve lived on my own a whopping 8 months my whole life…my mom has done a grade A job of spoiling me, not necessarily with materialistic things but with her “motherliness” if you will. Laundry, cooking, and cleaning aren’t exactly my forte BUT I have spent the past year brushing up on the cooking J I’m excited to see where this year takes me and here’s hoping for the best!  Hopefully, this new journey will make for an interesting blog. Cheers!