So long, farewell, Auf Weidersehen, goodbye

Or Leaving on a Jet Plane, Don't know when you'll be back again.





We met because I adopted her husband as my "other child" back when he was a single Marine. She became part of the family when she became HIS family. When she moved to the Left Coast, I was stationed in Camp Pendleton, while she was in San Diego, right next to La Jolla (pronounced La Hoya...no, you will never live that down). I had already been married for SEVERAL years at that point with the brats; and she was kind of like I was when I first married, confused about the Marine Corps Wife life, never lived away from home, and to top it off, living far, FAR from home.

And in less than 10 days, my friend is leaving the country. Free travel, courtesy of the Marine Corps. (gotta love it).

This past weekend, we had her & the fam over for a little going away party along with some of my family who has adopted her as a pesky young sister *wink*. We had a cook-out (sorry L-boogie, I forgot about the camera ‘cause I’d been drinking, but I do I hope you enjoyed some dessert) and Sunday, there was a “Girls Day out” while the Boys did their Football thing. I’d tell you ALLLLL about Sunday’s outing but 1. My friend is not as loose in the lips as I am and so may not want you to know what she was doing 2. I’d do it anyways if I didn’t know she reads my blog AND has one of her own. So I’ll just say: Did you know there are stores where you have to be 18+ to go in PERIOD. No infants, no babies who can’t even read and/or talk? Well. There are. (heh. Me & my big mouth. That’s what HE said)

She had a whole LAUNDRY list of things that she hoped to do this weekend before she left California…but there are only so many hours in a day. Maybe when you come back for a visit. You never know, it could happen.

And speaking of lists…Here are the TOP TEN things I hope for you while you are gone:

I HOPE…
10. That you get out and explore your new digs. Not just touristy stuff, I hope you get lost and get to see the coolest shit ever. Shit that is in no way on the tourist route.
9. You meet some cool broads to hang out with that know the ins and outs of your new place.
8. That you find some time away from the hubby & kids to be totally selfish and do whatever your heart desires, as long as that does NOT include your sitting on your couch.
7. You don’t take offense. LOL
6. You learn the language. Espero que aprendas el idioma (see…? I speak Angeleno)
5. You do one thing that you didn’t think you’d like, that you end up loving.
4. There are no clowns (just checking to see if you are paying attention)
3. You don’t get caught up in the B.S. because into every military base, a little B.S. will be flung.
2. You’ll miss me. ‘Cause I’ll miss you. :)

And the number 1 thing I hope for you:

1. You don’t come back with excuses about why you didn’t do it and have a SHIT LOAD of fun.

Remember how I told you the story about the mummy and the giant? (So, I was in the 'I love Lucy' museum and this mummy walks in…I make a break for the door, but due to my odd & unnatural fear of tall people, I was unable to get out because a 12 foot tall GIANT - okay..he was probably 6'5, but still - was standing by the door. Luckily, the mummy left before I went completely batshit & dug a tunnel or hit the fire alarm or something)

I also hope that when you come back, you have an equally ridiculous story that could only happen to you.

Love to you & the fam my sister/friend. Hasta Luego!