My Fatty

Now I know most of you reading that title are probably thinking... "fatty?? Who is she calling a fatty?"
Fatty is a term of endearment "invented" by Travis and his sister, and their 2 cousins. It has nothing to do with being overweight or plump. Right now, there are 4 fatties, numbered, even. Travis is fatty #1, becase he is the oldest. I can't remember if Chantelle or Candice is fatty #2, since they are twins. nonethless they are fatties #2 and 3. Tanya, Trav's sister, is fatty #4. Chantelle is marrying Dean in May, and since he will be the next to be officially in the family, he will be fatty #5. Finally, in June, I will officially be fatty #6!!!

Moving on, I was supposed to be talking about Travis. I noticed that I rarely blog about him anymore. This is wierd, since he is literally all I ever think about. I can't even tell you how much I love him. There is no measure, but I'm sure most of you know this, as many of you readers are married or engaged. I finally got to see him again this weekend. I am So Sick and Tired of this life. I hate sitting around for 2 or 3 weeks, so bored and sad, not even realising the degree of my sadness until he finally comes home, and I annoy people with my happiness. The weekend goes on and we do all our busy things and hanging out with friends, constsantly sharing Travis and then I finally get used to having him around again and the WHAM!! It's sunday again and he has to go home. Here come the tears and loneliness. Only 2 and a half more months.... only 2 and a half more months.. repeat.. repeat... 3 weeks until he comes home for a weekend... 3 weeks.. 3 weeks... life goes on.

On a not-so-depressing note, Our pre-marital course this weekend was really really good! We had talked about everything before, but its so good to get a professional's opinion and guidance when it comes to being together for the rest of our lives. They said we were very well suited for each other, and did tell our pastor he could marry us. Things are working out!