I'm feeling better!

Okay. I think it's finally safe for me to crawl out from under that rock where I've been for the last few months. My body is threatening to actually start feeling better. This is the first week in literally months that I've been able to work 40 full hours! (Rob and I are ready to throw a party). Additionally, we have some great news: Rob is moving home! Next weekend (Oct. 5th) Rob will officially be moving to Maryland to work out of the base at Quantico! This is the best 2-year anniversary present I can think of. (And yeah, it's been two years- crazy huh?)

Tomorrow we are throwing Jessica's baby shower. Home girl only has like 5 more weeks before she's due and just looking at her belly kind of scares me. The sheer size of "Peabert" only serves as a reminder of how big Rockstar will get and the expectation of me to...you know.... All pregnant women are adorable and the thought of them having their baby is exciting... but now that there's no turning back for me... well, let's just say I don't sleep as well as I used to.

Kukich Cousins: The Yugoslavian Drinking Team

Since I have no life these days, I figured we could all reminisce a little. My cousin, Christine, graduated from high school last year and we went to her party back in July. I never updated you guys on it because I was still in the land of the living. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Anyway, I found "old footage" from it today, and even though it means I'm going straight to hell, I figured I'd share it. Christine insisted on having a "moon bounce" of sorts hooked up in the backyard. It's a basketball game- the players are tethered together by rope and have to make two baskets on their respective sides. Anyway, we were trying out our new camera and I caught the action of 18 year old Christine vs. 27 year old, Marine, "I bench press small ponies for fun" body-builder Rob... And she kicked his butt. (Sorry honey... I still love you!)

Nothing Much Here

Just so you guys know, we're not abandoning you. We just really have nothing to talk about. Rob is still driving back and forth from NC every weekend and I...well, I'm the sickest pregnant woman I know. I've missed so much work that my company has asked if the doctor will consider putting me on short-term disability. (Dear Lord, I hope so). So unless you'd like updates on the latest from day time television or the happenings of me and my security bucket... i got nothin'. I kinda miss having a life.
I suppose the up-side is that we're now almost 16 weeks along. In another month we'll be HALFWAY and we should find out the sex of the baby. Although as of now I still don't even look a "little pregnant". I'm down 10 lbs from my regular weight. Yep, apparently pregnancy is the best diet ever.
Today I have a dentist appointment. THAT should be interesting...

JOSH IS HOME!!!

Yes. This would be our neighbor Josh who has just returned from four months in Iraq. I missed the airport scene because I was home hugging a bucket (yes. Still.) but luckily our paparazzi neighbors, Jess and Adam, and my sis, were there to capture the moment.
Those of you who've never had anyone close to you deploy, let me just say, there's NO feeling in the world quite like having them come home.
Welcome home Josh! We're so glad you're back safe!!!
P.S. I stole these pics from Jess's blog. You can see the rest of them by clicking here.

Of Monkey Bread and Commuting.

Ok guys....so the aforementioned monkey bread? Yeah, pretty much awesome. Sure to become the "normal Townley contribution" to pot luck suppers and what not. How could anyone NOT like a foot tall, gooey, chunky cinnamon bun?

Down to business. This weekend's marital bliss was cut short for us because my employers thought it best to schedule a weapons' training day for some folks in my unit who missed their annually required training, on my day off. So...being apparently one of two guys around certified to supervise this sort of thing, I had to drive back down to NC, arriving at the weapons' range around 6:30 this morning ready for a full (if sleepy) day of watching people shoot silly guns. I was already frustrated enough with missing a day off...even moreso to find out that there were only 6 guys showing up for training, none of them actually needed the training (all had been to Iraq at least twice, and were all seasoned vets)...and the powers that be only gave us 50 rounds for each guy (normally for this kind of thing, each would get about 500). Basically the whole thing was taking place so the bean-counting officers in charge of us could say that "their people meet all the necessary training requirements" so if something goes wrong in Iraq (you know, like someone getting shot)...they can point a finger at someone's training record and say "I'm not to blame for Johnny getting shot! I made sure he was properly trained!" - In reality, the only useful training we get happens when people actually start shooting at us...and we hopefully make it through a little smarter and more wary..

So we lined them all up on the firing line, and it took 7 minutes to blow off all the ammuntion. That's right folks...I drove 7 HOURS in the middle of the night to watch 6 combat vets shoot at paper for SEVEN MINUTES. We were all packed up by about 8:15...gone by 8:20. Had I stayed home, I would just be getting up to make some coffee and enjoy it on my deck in the Maryand breeze. As it happens...I'm in North Carolina with absolutely nothing to do because the whole world here is closed for Labor Day.

Suffice to say...I'm getting out of the service.

weekend stuff

Well the morning sickness continues. We'll be 14 weeks on Thursday which means SECOND TRIMESTER. If all the rumors I've heard are true, I'll stop wanting to "just end it all" here pretty soon and start feeling superhuman. Or at least human... I'm not picky.
This weekend has been pretty good though. Rob got home before me on Friday, cleaned the house (which I was responsible for trashing), provided me with dinner made to my exact specifications (popcorn, juice box) and rented the only three classic movies that Blockbuster carries (LOVE classic movies...Rob hates them). So yeah, HUGE husband points for Rob.

We also got a juicer from our buddies, Victoria and Seth, and spent this morning juicing everything we could find in our house. It reminded me of when Laura and I were kids and got the Play-Doh spaghetti factory. We had quite a few concoctions going - and since my husband will drink anything, it's a super fun spectator sport.

Tomorrow morning the P-street crew is doing breakfast- as we do most holiday mornings. Rob is making Monkey Bread! (I know you don't care, but I'm pregnant and monkey bread sounds like Christmas right now).