OKay, so last monday (May 28) with only a week to go for my husbands deployment I tried to commit suicide. I took a bunch of my husbands flexoril (a muscle relaxers) which I did not know would also interact badly with my antidepressants. Long story short I told my husband what I did and he took me to the hospital. I spent the night there drinking charcoal and having my heart monitered and he of course was obligated to notify his chain of command.
As a result of that his command decided that it would be detrimental to my health if they were to deploy him. So needless to say, I get to keep my Richie-Baby.
Thank you to everyone who wished me luck on his deployment. Thankfully it wasn't necessary.

I'm moving back home. Hubby is getting deployed. It's only for a few months and he'll be somewhere safe. Don't worry too much about him, okay guys?? So yes, I'm moving back to Reno in July, and doing a semester of school. I'll be back right before him in December, then it's only a few short months and we'll be done playing this army game. Then off to Jamaica to look at properties for after we are done with school. Hopefully it will all go by REALLY fast.

Well guys, I'm going back home in a few weeks while hubby is away. I get to be there for my dad's big 5-0!!! WOOT! And my Papa is going to teach me how to smoke a turkey. I'm tre-excited. And by the way, my mom is doing better, as is my sister. They ahd to order hospice care for my great aunt though. It's her time.