Despite my girl hood dreams of a wedding, despite my impatience to find a wedding dress with my mom, and despite my abstinent refusal to be overly girly and 'this is my wedding rawr rawr rawr!"...

Despite all of this. And despite that a ceremony to which I have already promised undying commitment is rapidly approaching in 3 very short, very comforting weeks, aaand despite that no, my mom isnt here and yes, that is allot weird..that this is actually going really great. And wedding shopping is ALLOT more extensive than I ever before had thought. And also that the dress, gloves, satin purse, shoes, veil, numerous hair pins, combs, brushes, and curls means absolutely nothing..but does tend to add a little fun to the process.

That, and im also very aware that this is not a wedding. This is more of a group commitment party under the eye balls of god. Suh-weet.

I hate that 'deployment' is part of my daily vocabularly and that tomorrow, "mock deployment" will be our first trial run.

And when I say "hate", I actually mean "am terrified by".

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1050094/Men-want-women-traditional--women-HAPPY-housewife.html?ITO=1490

Alright, so I know I can sometimes pull "I am woman, hear me roar! (and cry and pout and be irrational)" but down deep in the bones, I'm glad women are again wearing the skirts in the relationship..