my big fat forks summer

For the past year or so, I've periodically written about Forks, Washington ... in many different capacities. It's rather of an enigma-town for me: it's the place that "took" my husband to serve away from us for a while, yet also the place that started my love affair for all things Twilight. But for the next six weeks, Forks will simply be the place where Aidan and I will spend our summer vacation.

I've been horrible about packing because, to be honest, I've been putting off breaking out our sweats and jackets again. But, despite the cold and rain (perfect vampire weather, BTW), it should be quite an adventure.

I have no idea what the next several weeks have in store for us, but it should be memorable. Maybe I'll experience a few things that will be blog-worthy. ;)

I need a vacation

My husband and I aren't rolling in money. And unless we have some unknown rich relative that's planning on leaving us a fortune, we never will be. We both have careers that define fixed income (he's in the military and I'm a teacher), but we do our best to make smart financial decisions and enjoy life. I'm not saying we're in the poor house or anything, but on those rare occasions when we do have some extra green stuff left over in the ol' account, we try and do the wise thing, like putting it in savings or paying a little extra on a credit card.

How boring.

In the end, it doesn't leave us much (or any) room for exotic destinations, random weekend get-aways, or even a luxury night out on the town. And that's ok. I love my life and all the blessings that come with it. But sometimes, a girl's just gotta get away.

I think I've reached one of those times. Between the looming two-year deployment and separation facing us, the total insanity that goes along with April and May at school, and the ever-changing antics and adventures of raising a two-year-old, I'm rapidly finding myself completely sapped of all energy. Simply put, I'm beat.

Oh, what I wouldn't give to sip a tropical drink with my sweet hubby, while gazing into eachother's eyes (I know, I know ... put down the romance book, Elizabeth) and watching the sun drop over the ocean. Or to have a fine dinner at some multi-star restaurant on the strip in Las Vegas. Or to just spend a quiet afternoon lounging by a pool somewhere, reading a book and listening to the sea gulls ... the smell of coconut hanging in the air. Ahhhh.

Come to think of it, dinner, drinks and some live music somewhere in town wouldn't be too damn shabby either. I'm not at all picky at this point.