Really, I can't stand the heat. I hate sweating, and I'm even more unproductive than I usually am. At least I have something to blame though, right? But, seriously, I have no air conditioning and the fans seem to be doing nothing. I'm hot, gross, sticky, and bitchy. I'm a very unhappy Alyssa right now. Oh, and I HATE SUMMER.

Hi, my name is Alyssa. (Seriously, what a boring beginning to my introduction.) I'm a 22-year-old wife, server, college student, homeowner, and pet lover. All of which I feel don't define me. That's just a conglomeration of sorts that help describe me. I'd also like to point out that the list contains 5 nouns. I would like to think that I'm more complex than that and for all intents and purposes that I'm simplifying who I am. So, let's all just agree with that explanation and hopefully throughout this journal venture, you'll learn more of who I am.

Back to my intro: In 2006, I married my very best friend, Dennis, after dating 2 years. He's in the Navy, and happens to currently be living in Florida to go to EOD school. (For all you civilians, EOD is basically bomb squad, but unlike other branches, they're knowledge extends to land, sea, and air.) It's intense schooling that lasts a little over a year (October 2008-Nov/Dec 2009), and is said to be a couple of credits away from an Associate's Degree.  Due to the commitment it was going to take him to complete this program, we decided it was wise that I stay here in San Diego where we own our home. He can stay focused and I can live life as I have. I've been working at Applebee's  as a server for the last 4 1/2 years, and I'm attending a community college in hopes of transfering to a 4-year institution. (One day, it'll happen.) Truthfully, I just didn't want to uproot my life for less than a year; He has only been in that part of Florida since February, I think, and that was when I would've been able to move with him. Plus, he's almost guaranteed to be stationed back here when he's done. Lastly, while being separated from my husband isn't ideal, it's not the end of my world. When he was stationed on a ship, we survived two deployments and countless underways. (That's when his ship went out to sea). I can handle being alone -- though I'm not gonna lie, our home and yard have not been taken care of like they would be if he was home. It's bad. You see, he's the neat one of us two, and it's kind of unfortunate that I've ruined all chances of being a stay-at-home wife due to inability to keep our house clean. And the fact that I don't cook doesn't help my case either. Really, it's probably a good idea that I don't stay home. I'd suck as a stay-at-home wife. I'm getting side-tracked... Getting to talk to Dennis, when our schedules don't conflict, makes being separated easier. I also keep myself pretty occupied with school, work, family, and friends. My two dogs and one cat keep me from getting lonely at home, too. So, our situation kind of all works out.

Questions?