Day 14: Best Weekend Ever

Do you remember how you felt as a kid, going to the playground, and making about 10 friends in an hour? Well why can’t it be that easy as an adult? It has been so hard for me to make new friends while living here. I am 3,000 miles away from my friends, my family, and my home. I was raised in a small area, so the people I grew up with I have known my whole life. I have not really had to make new friends since I was in the 4th grade when I moved to a different school district. I really didn’t know it was hard to make new friends as an adult until I moved here. It may also have something to do with the whole military thing. There are so many people here who are assholes, feel entitled, or just aren’t in the same stage of life as I am. You will find the single ones, the really young married ones, and the married ones who have kids already. I am in the stage of life where I am over being the party animal (hanging out with the single ones), but I am not ready to take care of someone else (married ones who have kids already). I have one more question for you… Have you ever met someone and instantly knew that they would be a great addition to your life? Well, I clearly have. I first felt that way when I met Mike. I have recently met someone who gives me that feeling on a friendship level. Ashley mother effen Kersting is my soul mate in the form of a friend


That lovely lady above cuddling Reagan, would be Ashley!! We met through Reagan. I needed someone to watch the poop while Mike and I went on our trip to Norway, and Ashley was like PICK ME! PICK ME! Our friendship has basically flourished from there. I mean, just look at her and Reagan. She treats my pup like she is her own child!


Ashley is probably going to kill me for these pictures, but… memories! Yes, I have only known Ashley for about 2 months, but I am seriously SO HAPPY that I got the chance to meet her, and that we actually enjoy each other’s company. I just spent 2 days at her house, doing absolutely nothing… mostly scrolling on our Facebook’s watching the drama unfold on the base’s Q&A game. It was absolutely amazing. I feel like over the weekend I got so much shit that I had pent up and kept all to myself out in the air, and when I got back home today it was like, a weight was lifted off of my chest. There is nothing like being able to just talk about anything and everything and knowing that you will not be judged that just makes someone genuinely happy. Yes, I have a husband who listens to me complain all day every day, but EVERYONE needs a friend like the friend Ashley is.


So, now that I got the mushy shit out of the way, a recap of our awesome girls night that turned into the insane girls weekend.

  1. Tacos
  2. Booze
  3. A great dose of base Facebook drama
  4. Pizza
  5. Lots of chips
  6. Candy
  7. Snap chat
  8. Motherly phones calls
  9. Advice
  10. Reagan lovins
  11. Reagan cuddles
  12. Reagan chases
  13. Reagan feeding

We stayed up until 6 in the morning drinking, talking, playing cards, and telling each other our life stories (because don’t all drunk women do that). I seriously cannot wait until our next girls night. After a shitty two weeks of Mike being gone, I needed this weekend, and I know Ashley needed it too! We really gotta find our tribe while we are stuck here waiting for the loves of our lives to make their ways back home, and stick with them to help each other through it!

I am so happy I made a new friend as an adult, and I cannot thank Ashley enough for the weekend we had!

P.S. More pictures of our weekend… It’s pretty much all about Reagan.




That’s all I have for now! Hasta leugo my friends! Until tomorrow!

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