T minus 1 and counting....

Well, it's finally happening. I'm back at Fort Hood enjoying my last day in the United States. Well, sort of. I'm currently sitting in a food court paying for the use of the internet, but who cares! It's 20's and windy outside and our room has a significant draft which resulted in me using a blanket over the door to help seal the cracks and decrease the amount of air coming in... it doesn't do much good. So, we escaped.
I departed Germany on January 4th. When I got back to Fort Hood and heard our flight date had been changed for the later, I thought, "What the heck are we going to do until then!?!?" Well, I don't have a clue what we did, but the time is gone! I'm packed, I can't lift any of my gear, and if I open my duffel bag it's going to go POP. My rucksack is almost bigger than me! Yes, it still goes on my back. We are all very anxious leave because once we do, our pay starts and our countdown can start. I really want to get going so that I can get home so that I can get married on August 28th! We get to fly on a commercial plane, just with our M16's in our laps. It sounds like it's going to be free for all seating and I'm praying for inflight entertainment ;-).
This morning, we got up and wheeled our 50 gallon tough boxes full of our comfort items to a loading dock with the hope that there is room on the flight leaving today. We had previously been told that we would have to ship them on our own dollar. Then they changed their minds and are trying to put them under the plane. If not, it's going with the rear detachment and we won't see them for a month or so. I really hope they make it under the plane. ... oh ouch, my platoon sergeant just told me all tough boxes are being mailed... well, bye-bye box and if I think of anything I need, I'll let people know.

As my roomie and I were sitting in our TVless, internetless, radioless, phoneless, barracks room a few nights ago, I was at a loss for what to do. I had a new book, but I wanted something to do. So, I found my nail buffing kit and filed and buffed my nails for what will probably be the last time until I come home and get a pre-wedding manicure. Even in uniform, I still like to have nice nails and it maintained a little of my femininity before succumbing to the yuck of Iraq. Sports bras, high-waisted pants, no makeup, and bun until August...sexy. From this point on, I think I will view getting dressed and dolled-up in the morning as precious sacred time.