Okay, so apparently my last post gave people the idea that I'm mad at my husband for going to Afghanistan and that I don't support him or the war. Let's clear this up, shall we?

First off, I support my husband in anything and everything he wants to do. When he joined the Air Force, I stood behind him 100%. When he graduated from basic training, I flew down to Texas to be with him and to cheer him on. Then, I moved 14,000 miles away from everything I knew and all of my family & friends to be with him. Not because someone forced me to but because I love him, and I wanted to be here to support him in everything he did. I am proud of my husband.

Second, I support my President. No, I don't agree with this war, but God has a reason for George W. Bush being our commander and chief. Even though I don't always sound like I support him, I do. He is in authority over me and I respect him.

Third, I respect and admire the men who are serving our country. Make no mistake of that. These men have left their homes, their families and the rest of their lives and are fighting for something they might not even support and for people they don't even know, but it is their job, and they are still doing it. For that, these men have my gratitude, prayers, and my respect. I would NEVER not support our troops! Make no mistake of that!

Rachael, I think your comment to my last post was very, very rude and completely inappropriate. Not only did you imply that I am a bad American, but you implied that I am an unsupportive wife. You have no right to say that, nor can you understand what I am going through! Mike is my best friend. The reason my post sounded like it did is because I am freaking out. I just married Mike, and now someone is taking him away from me and leaving me in a strange country without anyone to help me. Yes, I knew this was a risk I'd be taking, and no I am not saying that I deserve more sympathy than any other military wife, but there is nothing that can prepare you to send your husband to war. What you said is like telling a woman who has just had a miscarriage that she needs to suck it up because she knew the risks when she got pregnant, and she isn't the only one who's ever lost a baby. My blog is my personal space to talk about anything I want to without you or anyone else questioning my patriotisim or telling me what my job as a wife is. So please, don't comment on my blog anymore unless you have something nice to say. I don't need you to teach me a lesson.

Now that I stop and think about it, things have been a little weird with me lately. Just this past week, I've been crying a lot and completely random times. I'm not sad; I don't feel depressed, or even lonely, but I just keep bursting into tears! I've been on a Friends marathon (A. I've nothing better to do, B. I've only seen random episodes which left me very confused, and C. It's cheap to rent movies here), and I find myself sobbing while watching. Yesterday, I went to church for the first time since I got here, and I loved it! This church is great =) They sing hymns, read from the NKJV, and teach that you must be born again and have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. It's a great place, and I really like the people. They were so nice =) But, anyway so I went to church, and I really loved it, but through the whole service I kept crying. And the other day when I was listening to the radio, I started crying again! It's so strange. I don't want people to think I've become like manic depressive or anything because I feel fine! I don't feel like anything is wrong; I've just been so...weepy. It's strange. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I don't just cry. I'm not the kinda girl who cries at movies, or when something is sweet, or even when it's sad. I have to hit critical overload in order for me to cry. *sighs* It's very strange.

So, it's been a really long time since I last posted. It's just that before the wedding, I didn't have access to a computer, and afterwards I didn't want to write about the whole wedding because A. I don't have enough mental energy to compose a post of that size, and B. Everyone who reads my lj was there =p So, I won't try to write that post.

Packing is hard. Really hard. My room has always looked relatively empty and free of frills & collectables. Apparently though, my closet has had enough crap in it for 2 rooms. It just keeps coming!

I miss Mike =( Sleeping without him has been terrible. I didn't know I would get used to sleep snuggled up to him that fast. For the first few nights, I fell out of bed a couple of times when I started scooting backwards trying to snuggle up to him. Now, I just wake up running my hands all over the mattress trying to find him. It's miserable and rather pathetic *sighs*

I need help. The stress of everything has finally caught up with me physically, and I'm breaking out in hives =( The wedding is only 4 weeks away! I don't wanna have hives on my wedding day =( I don't feel especially stressed, but my body says I am I guess.

I need prayer. Please pray for me. I've been doing everything I know to destress. I've been listening to calmer music, getting exercise, doing Yoga (Just stretching and breathing though, I don't like the whole altered mind-set thing. I just don't think it's something that I as a Christian should be doing, but that's my personal belief, so...). I find that the stretching really helps, but apparently not quite enough =\

If ya'll would pray for me, that would be great. Also, if you have any ideas for destressing that would be awesome.

Thanks =) *takes a deep breath*