Army Wife Style

You know you're a badass when you have camo band aids on your matching running blisters.

Husband would be so proud.

Advice!

Ok, bloggy friends, I need your help! I've never been one for making decisions and with all of the excitement messing with my head, I am hopelessly lost when it comes to choosing my homecoming (for R&R) outfit. So I am going to show you the choices that I've come up with and you get to pick! Keep in mind that I want my husband to think, "Holy crap, is that my hott wife?!" Ok, here we go!

Option #1:

Black top/dress, grey tights and belt! I know the picture is horrible but if you look closely, you can see that this one has cute little pockets, which I just love. I would probably also wear my black slouch boots.

Option #2:

Black&White fitted dress with black tights. With this one I could wear either black or grey slouch boots.

Option #3:

We will call the "Go shopping because both of your choices stink." option.
{If you choose this one, feel free to send a picture of your suggestion so I can get it right this time.}

So there you have it. That's all I have to offer as far as homecoming outfit ideas go and I seriously need some advice. Hair and makeup advice would be great too but I wouldn't want to overwhelm you with all of my needy demands. But seriously, if I don't get a little help, I will probably show up at the airport to welcome husband home in a plastic garbage bag. Then he will be scared away and I'll be all alone. And it will be all your fault and I will have to blame you forever. Just sayin.

New Shoes and a Better Butt

As you may have noticed, I've been on a shoe buying spree lately. (Well, actually my mom has been buying them. Thanks, mom!) My newest pair are pretty and pink and come with the promise of a better butt!

This morning I decided to take my new shoes on a little test drive.  And since for the past week or so I've wanted to go hiking, I grabbed my bestie and off we went! Never mind the fact that I hate nature and waking up early, right? Let's just say that my little hiking adventure was not at all what I expected.

In my mind, I pictured myself looking adorable in my new, pink shoes and matching workout clothes. I imagined we would make it up the mountain no problem and stand proudly at the top, looking glamorous. Let me tell you, it was nothing even remotely close to that! Once we actually got to the nature, I began to experience one of those "What the heck was I thinking" moments. Looking up at that dirt covered mountain, every part of my brain was telling me to get back in the car and forget I ever had this crazy idea. But instead, I stepped my pretty, pink shoe into that dirt and began to climb...

 About ten minutes and thirty steps later, the best friend and I were sweaty, dirty and whiny. We did not look glamorous at all. (Who knew climbing a mountain was so hard?) As we stopped to take yet another break, a family with three small children zoomed past us on the trail. Two seconds later, an older woman ran by, as we stood there wheezing and sweating. At that point, we looked at each other's red faces and decided it was totally acceptable for us to give up. So we hung our heads in shame and walked those 30 steps back to the car.

 Let me tell you people, imaginary hiking is much more fun than the real thing. In real hiking, there is dirt and sweat and people old enough to be your grandma running by you. Next time I decide it's a good idea to hike can someone please remind me how much I hate nature? I will definitely stick to the gym from now on.

Too Soon?

Dear Santa,

Is it too soon to tell you what I want for Christmas? In case it's not, I'd really love these amazing Kardashian shoes.

Thanks,
Megan

[Remember my house and baby obsessions? I've moved on...to shoes.]

There's a first time for everything.

Today, 3 months into deployment, I missed my first phone call from hubby.

And I cried, and cried and cried.

And then my mom bought me new shoes to make me feel better.

And they're so beautiful that I smiled.

And I felt better.

But I'm still missing hubby.