Do Not Read This If You Want Funny (probably)

I've been a serious slacker with my bloggerness. There's been a lot going on. Mostly I need to get some things off my chest. Do you have *ANY* idea how effing hard it is being an Army wife? My god! Every day is an uphill battle. Sometimes I miss him so much I can barely breathe. I always swore that I would never ever marry into the military for this very reason. Actually, I swore I'd never get married. Yeah, that worked well...

Yes, I get to talk to him every day. Conversations are usually this: "I miss you soooooo much. I wish you were home" "I can't wait to be home. I miss you" Its great to be missed and all, but I'd rather not be missed. I'd rather have a normal marriage. I want a honeymoon. I want my husband. I really want my husband. Then they extend his deployment...

I am so very proud of him, serving our country, putting up with our government, working in a godforsaken sandbox. But being proud and missing him doesn't bring him here. I have the most amazing husband a girl could ever ask for. He loves me with all his heart, he listens, he cares, he's supportive, he's always sending me sweet little surprises, he's everything I could ever want him to be. Except its almost like being married to a ghost.

So I try to keep busy. I make little crafty things and try to be positive. I *finally* started doing something with my etsy shop, which is here. Anyone with graphic design skillz is welcome to help :) I take care of little Samuel, the demon beagle
;;;;;;;p[']\  <---- Speak of the devil that likes to step on the keyboard then chew my fingers :)

Overall, I've been busy. And my witty sarcasm has been all used up from trying to hide my insanity. :) Hi, my name is LeighAnn Brookshire, I'm an alcoholic, I have a disease and they don't know what to call it.

Thus ends my unfunny rant. But really, I kinda tried. A little. Inside.