Skipper Sunday…Moved!

Hey everybody,

Recently a friend reached out and wanted to start a blog with me and this blog is more about my personal life so Skipper Sunday has moved! If you want to keep up with my happenings I will post a link each week to the other blog OR you can follow the link I will provide and throw a cool little follow our way!

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Thanks for reading!

Mackenzie

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Nightmare

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Nightmares.”

Describe a nightmare? Really? Challenge me please! I’m begging you!

A nightmare. Skipper walks away boards a ship, a plane, a train. It always changes. He boards this method of transportation without hearing I love you come tumbling past my lips.

I was late. I missed goodbye and the look in his eyes haunt me even when I am awake.

The look of pain, the look of resentment.

Resentment. The nightmare that always follows me. The one I would happily never see again.

It’s a nightmare I hope stays only a dream.

Skipper Sunday: a hello and goodbye

So Since Hal has decided that he doesn’t want his name to be after an army officer I have been tasked with changing his name. Actually he came up with it I just wanted to be dramatic. He also takes up to much room on my Friday posts so he’s been moved to Sunday and his name is Skipper. See what I did there? Cute right?

Anyway my little Skipper is skipping off to Victoria on Wednesday. That still seems a little surreal to be honest. I mean yes, it has hit me that he is in fact leaving. I just don’t like that it is real. It’s been hard. It still doesn’t feel like enough and I don’t think any amount of time with him will ever be. Skipper and I have been inseparable lately. I spent a little bit of time with him on the weekend. We did what we loved to do and we just got to be with each other and visited his family and it was great. It was the best way to spend a holiday weekend. But that doesn’t make it any easier to say goodbye. 11291342_930849846972371_794892685_n

I know it’s only 2 months and I’ll have lots to do to keep me busy but it is still 2 months full of things that I would want to do with him. But the training will make him happy and that is really all that matters I suppose. He will love his time there and that is what is important. I will miss him and I really hope a small part of him misses me a little. That is really the only thing I ever worry about. I know its silly and it is only 2 months but it still sneaks in there every now and again.

Don’t get me wrong saying goodbye and knowing its coming is horrible some times. Its intense and it is NOT all “lets spend all this time cuddling and being cute together” I mean there is a lot of that but I have a job and he has other people to see.

Sadly, that does sometimes mean I’m the one sitting at home alone on my bed with a giant box of chocolate and another full of kleenex while watching the notebook for the 8 millionth time feeling sorry for myself. Other times its full of “please for the love of god stop talking about how exciting it will be out there” or my personal favourite. “I wonder if I sit here long enough looking at him with sad puppy eyes he’ll stay.”. Yea that doesn’t work. Also, hiding things does not work either. At least not in a dorm room. He will find it so… I guess this is it though. I am inside 72 hours now and that’s really all there is to say.

Experience Thursday. Work and Seperation.

So I know that I won’t have time tomorrow to post something so me being all sneaky and organized I’m going to post it today! Eat that time management!

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This week (since last Thursday) has been a hurricane of emotions. Work is great it really is. I am doing the things that I enjoy and the 8 hour days don’t seem that long. I am lucky to have the job I do. There wasn’t to much that happened this week. Kinda the same as last week. I take a lot of pictures, type up all the rather dry bits of information that are important but make me want to cry sometimes. I almost had a post I’ve written up on our social media but I missed the mark. Again. So I am going to completely re-write it. But at the very least it is experience. Which in the long run my friends, is invaluable. And the people I work with make it all the better. The sales guys are fantastic and unbelievably helpful when I ask a billion questions about 12 different trailers. No, this is not a huge promotion. I actually really appreciate the fact that they know the trailers so well because I sure as hell don’t. But with the amount of information I type up on a daily basis I may soon know more than them! I am thankful for how steady and distracting work can be. My boy, lets call him… … … Hal. After Hal Moore. Its a movie reference. If you want to check it out that would be pretty cool. Its this awesome movie at the Americans in Vietnam and the mission that actually used the call broken arrow. All of my military will be explained in the movie, We Were Soldiers.

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Anyway! He is heading off to BC soon for training and well RMC is very busy right now with graduation. Even though Hal is only in 3rd year he is required to help out a lot. This on top of my job on top of him getting ready to leave means that I don’t get to see him much or really hear from him. That is really hard. I only have 12 days left with him in the same time zone as me and I want to use all the time I can to see him and make the memories that will be my companion while he is gone. I love him and I know this is what he wants and it will make him happy to leave and to be in BC but that doesn’t mean it will be any easier for me. On my way to work I drive by RMC. It is a beautiful school, especially this time of year. Graduation for them is a huge deal and rightfully so it is a huge commitment. The flags are up and the grass is mowed and it scares me. I have one year exactly before my whole world changes. Its a weird feeling. It calms me that he has to come back to finish school but at the same time I only have one year. 365 days and by the time he gets home it will be less than 300. Less than 300. That isn’t a lot when you think about it.

Members of the Royal Military College of Canada graduation class march on the parade square at the college in Kingston, Ont. on Friday May 18, 2012. SPEC/Lars

Dating him is hard. I love him very much but it isn’t easy. You have to be your own person because they will cancel plans when you really count on them to be there. It hurts and you want so desperately to be mad but you can’t because at the end of the day its not their fault either. They eventually make it up to you but its all time and dating military you don’t have the luxury of time. But you grow together and you get stronger and the cancelled plans soon roll of your back because they will always happen. The ever looming goodbye is hard and it will be hard but I will get through it because what other choice do I have right? Anyway congrats to the Class of 2015. You guys did it. You made it.