Saturday Night

God has this way of answering my prayers sometimes before they are even said. I got home from work today, and was absolutely exhausted, so I went straight to sleep. I was hoping that Tony would call me and wake me up, but it didn't happen. I was starting to wonder if I was even going to get to hear from him today, so I dragged myself out of bed and checked my email, and sure enough there was an email from Tony's roommate, Moody, telling me Tony wouldn't be able to talk to me today but he'll try to talk to me tomorrow. It kind of made me smile. Sometimes I think part of what stresses me out so much is not knowing whether or not he's going to get to call me. I don't know if it's better to stay at home and wait for him or just go out and do something and not worry.
So, I've been on this country music kick lately. It started when Tony was home and we had to drive all over to Florida, South Carolina, and to St.Simons Island and we'd get sick of listening to the CD's we brought. The best alternative was listeing to the radio. There's just something about the lyrics in country songs. Either they make me smile or they make me tear up. I can relate to the music. I LIKE it. I'm listening to Dixie Chicks. I may not agree with their political views, but I sure do like their music. The only thing I don't like is their song Travelin' Soldier. That REALLY makes me wanna cry.

"Travelin' Soldier"
Two days past eighteen
He was waiting for the bus in his army green
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gives him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talking to me,I'm feeling a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go
So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
I got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldier's coming home
So the letters came from an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of
He said when it's getting kinda rough over here
I think of that day sittin' down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for awhile
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldier's coming home
One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the Anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For a list of local Vietnam dead
Crying all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read and nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair
I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldier's coming home

I'm glad times have changed and people are way more supportive of our troops. I hope Tony will be able to spend Christmas at home.

Tony just sent this to me a few days ago. I think the grafitti is hilarious! He said that he'd had to change it from what it originally said.This is my favorite picture of Tony.

And here he is hard at work in that nasty Iraqi heat.

Ok, so, that's it for tonight.