Our strike fighter community lost one brave warrior yesterday. My heart breaks for the young family affected. Its a very sad time around these parts.





We toast our hearty comrades who have fallen from the skies, and were gently caught by God's own hands to be with him on high. To dwell among the soaring clouds they've known so well before, from victory roll to tail chase at heavens very door. And as we fly among them there we're sure to hear their plea, "Take care my friend, watch your six, and do one more roll for me."

So Mr. Jetplane left on Friday. He's TDY in Vegas for a few weeks. He's down there playing war games or whatever else it is that they do down there. Its Vegas so I don't feel too bad for him, but he is putting in long hours.

Thankfully I'm heading down there next month for a long weekend. Hopefully he'll be off the night schedule by then.

I missed him a lot this weekend. You never get used to them being gone. But, and I only speak for myself here, I start to feel bad when I complain that he's gone for only 4-6 weeks when it could be 6 months. Its all perspective I guess.

Here's to the time flying by :)

First of all I apologize for being weird and vague out here in blog land lately. Some major things have been going down and some things I'm still not going to share... but a big one is that we thought Mr might be deploying again...like real soon...like reallllly soon. Yeah I know. I lost it. I lost it all.

He dropped the bomb (no pun intended) on me in a restaurant, which I was pissed about and may have appreciated somewhat. I was shocked. I thought he was joking. We have a messed up sense of humor, so I seriously thought he was joking. He hasn't even been back 5 months yet. When I found out it, he hadn't even been home 4 months.

We needed to prepare that he might be gone again for 6-7 months. He was a short list, a very short list, of people that were going to get volun-told to go.

I thought I was going to be physically ill. I just got him back. We have trips planned. Heck he's going to be TDY back and forth for the next 4+ months anyway...but still at least he wouldn't be at war.

So I prayed and I prayed. I cried and got pissed off. And then I may have got drunk and pissed off again. Hey just being truthful here.

BUT!!!! Thankfully it doesn't look like its going to be happening. Praise the Lord!

So that is a BIG reason why I have been weird lately so I apologize.

But even though it looks like my love doesn't have to go and I am so thankful for that, I am still praying for those that do.

Godspeed....

Jet Lag + Work+ Thanksgiving+ Home Improvement+Christmas Decorating = one tired couple Shh....don't tell Mr. Jetplane I snapped this picture of him while we on our layover in Denver on the way to Hawaii.

We had quite a busy weekend. I have a lot share with you and I promise to make good on it. I just downloaded all our pictures but I haven't gotten to my luggage yet. Anyone else hate unpacking as much as me.

I had to drop Mr off at base this morning at 0530. He's TDY in Florida for 2 weeks...I know he did just get home and we're already saying our goodbyes again...

Hope everyone has awaken from the food comas and back into the swing of things.

Thank you all for the kind and sweet comments, emails and texts over the past few days. Its been wonderful having Mr. Jetplane back.





Our life is almost back to normal...as you can see :)

I hope to share with you more in the coming days... off to enjoy a couple's massage this afternoon with my husband :)

Bout time you finally showed up. We've been expecting you. We're so happy to have you :)

It brings such joy to my morning reading all my fellow wives' Facebook updates...everyone so happy that we're in the final stretch. So much to do this month, I honestly think it will fly by...quite unlike that bitch August. She stuck around well after the party was over. She's not welcome round these parts anymore.

Its September!!! He's been really busy and I can tell in his voice that he's tired. He's worn out and ready to be out of there. I don't know what he's been thru or exactly what he'll be like when he gets home, but we'll adjust.




I just want him home. I miss the weight of him in my bed sleeping next to me. I miss the sound of his boots walking down the hallway. I miss his hugs and the kisses he gives me on my forehead. I miss holding hands. I feel like when I get him back I'm not going to physically let go of him for days. I'll probably just stare at him like he's not real or something.

August has been the longest month of my entire life. I woke up today, looked at my calendar and shouted "Come on....how can it STILL be AUGUST!"

But the good news is its almost September. This is a HUGE month. Mr. Jetplane will start coming home. There is a light at the end of the tunnel...albeit its still a long ass tunnel but its getting shorter!!! Yeah!!!

And now comes the time when my heart fills with joy for myself but I feel pain for our friends. Our friends that have the sad countdown to when their spouse leaves to replace our squadron. They are in the boat I was in months ago. Trying to fit as much as possible into each and everyday you have with your hubby. Its a vicious cycle, but it is comforting that you know you have a whole group of ladies willing to stand by you and help you at any time day or night. It truly feels like a sorority in way. I feel like kinda like we've went thru freshman year together, learning the ropes, dealing with in immense amount of drama, and growing together.

A military wife is strange breed that you don't really know or understand till you've lived it. These women are AMAZING and I'm so proud and honored to call them my friends and my sisters.

Now...Let's get our men home!

Its almost end of the summer...


While most of the world is probably sad about that fact I am not. I'm freaking happy the summer is almost over. You know why? The end of summer means my hubby will be heading home. Its all classified so I can't tell you anything specific but in the coming WEEKS (WEEKS PEOPLE WEEKS, NOT MONTHS! WEEKS) he will be packing up and heading back to America. WOO HOO!


Hey sexy hubby....get your fine ass home ASAP :)




The Jetplanes have been discussing a lil post-deployment vacay and we've finally booked it. We're going to Hawaii!! Honolulu to be exact. Mr has been once but I haven't been before. Now that we live on the western side of the US it makes the trip a lot easier and less expensive. We'll be staying at Hale Koa Hotel . Its a military resort on the island which we've heard great things about.



I'm so excited! Thank you so much for those of you that have provided help and advice for this trip, I really appreciate it. Anyone else have any recommendations for things to do and see while we're there, I'm happy to take all the suggestions I can get.

But keep em' PG. My mother busted me out on Facebook letting me know that she'd like to get some grandkids out of this romantical vacay.... yes I about died when I read that as well. Subtle huh? Yeah...that's never been her strong suit!


Here's to time flying by (no pun intended)...

Sometimes I forget how cool a job my husband has. And then I get a picture like this emailed me to me. Is it from my husband? Oh no... its from a fellow mil wife who's husband's jet is creating the shadow of the F15 on the side of the tanker. My husband's jet is the one refueling. She thought I would enjoy the picture...and of course she was right.

Its amazing to see it, even though I can't really see him. I'm not gonna lie, it may have brought a tear to my eye..or 2...or 3.

Happy Tuesday!

My heart breaks at the news from this weekend about the helicopter crash and the American lives lost. My heart goes out to the family and loved ones of those brave souls.


When your spouse deploys you fill out paperwork outlining what you prefer to happen if something god forbids happens to your loved one. Who do you want at your house. Who do you NOT want at your house....etc.etc.etc.

Its a painful but necessary step. Mr. Jetplane's job is dangerous, even under the best (non-war) circumstances. He's always said no news is good news. Since the family of the fallen are to be contacted first, Mr. Jetplane wouldn't be able to call me and tell me he is ok. Because if he did that, we're a small group and it could be obvious very quickly who has been affected prior to the military being able to make contact first.


As I said a prayer for those families several times this past weekend, I put myself in their shoes. The painful wait for the knock on the door telling you that your husband isn't coming home. And then I prayed a little more...for them, for my husband, for the fellow warriors out there, for myself, and for this all to get over sooner rather than later.

Thank you to those brave warriors out there that gave the ultimate sacrifice. You are in my thoughts and prayers.

God Bless You and God Bless America.

I like to say I'm a pretty strong brawd. I can deal with alot and you'll never see me sweat. So far during this deployment I've taken some pretty strong hits and stood my ground.

I haven't broken down and cried very much and think that's a pretty big accomplishment. But I'm not too proud to admit that I randomly cry while I'm driving. I don't cry at the thought of him being gone but I cry at the thought of him coming home...is that weird? I start daydreaming about his homecoming and the tears start to flow. I allow myself to fantasize about what its going to be like to see him and running to him. I start thinking about what it will feel like to be in his arms again and feel his kiss on my forehead... and I lose it.

You know what else gets me going...music and this particular song.



I seriously felt like this song was written just for us...songs do that for all of us right? Mr. Jetplane tells me I'm crazy all the time so its only fitting.


On top of that we often say to each other "I miss you like a crazy person" or "I love you like a crazy person". I know it might not make sense to you, but it means something to us. We're both kinda weird and thankfully we found each other, no one else might be able to deal with us :)

But the good news is there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

Our homecoming briefing is scheduled for next month...hot damn that excites me to no end. Can't wait to have my man back where he belongs... Mr got delayed getting into country, so I'm pretty sure he'll be one of the last guys back. Sadly I might have to attend 3 or 4 homecomings before I get to enjoy my own. Such is the life...

Its the smallest things that make me happy lately...I'm pretty sure that's what deployment will do to you. It will make you appreciate what you have. Seeing pictures of your husband smiling and enjoying himself while living and working in the middle of a warzone will make any girl happy, right?



Mr. Jetplane's birthday was earlier this month. He turned the big 3-1. Since he didn't want me to send him any big gifts over there I thought 1 gift I would send him would be a Cubs flag. They fly American Flags in the jets all the time but I thought it would be a nice and fun thing for him to fly a Cubs flag as well. Mr. Jetplane is a Cubs fan, obviously.



Here is 1 of the pictures I got. He looks happy and that makes me happy. He's growing his mustache back which doesn't make me happy but...you win some you lose some right?

In case you were wondering those green, weird-looking pants are their gsuits. The suits help them deal with the g forces while they are flying. Its purpose is to prevent them from blacking out, it restricts the blood from pooling in the lower part of your body, which would deprive the brain of blood.

Which is obviously uber important...