The blog of a military wife living in Germany.
Arlya's Articles
April 28, 2007 by Arlya
April 12, 2007 by Arlya
"Love means never having to say your sorry" We've all heard it, see in on blinkies, banners, whatnot. Well I'm saying its a crock of schiesse.

When you really love someone, you open yourself up to them. You are bare, vunerable, naked. Your heart is exposed. You honestly expect that person is never going to make a mistake? They are human. Human's do that sort of thing. We are all imperfect. With you being so vunerable, that person's mistake is going to hit you harder than anyone else. To take...
January 29, 2007 by Arlya
I took some photos around our village today to share with you. Hope you enjoy.
January 27, 2007 by Arlya
Yesterday I was doing laundry in our frigid basement when I saw him. The biggest damn spider I have ever seen in my life. He sat on the wall staring at me. "Why am I afraid of something so small?" I wonder. Because he can bite and kill me, I remind myself. Natural human response. I throw the clothes in the washer and holler for Tyson. He likes this kind of thing, he's too small to understand the danger, but big enough to be intrigued but wary. "Spider! Look! You see it? Spider!" he exclaims. "Ye...
December 17, 2006 by Arlya
"The time is almost upon us. In Azeroth and beyond, the powers that be are preparing for the coming of a new age of chaos, a catastrophe many foresaw but few believed in. New alliances are forged while old hatreds continue to persist. And beyond the Dark Portal, an ancient enemy is awaiting the final showdown, the battle that will change the face of the world... forever. "


The trailer looks awesome. I'm posting this for those WoW-ers who haven't seen it yet. The only thing I'm not really fe...
December 15, 2006 by Arlya
“Damn, I don’t know if I can do this…” I think to myself as I sit there crying over my infant daughter while hiding my face from my toddler. I can’t let him see me cry, because seeing Mommy cry makes Tyson cry. I wallow in a sticky puddle of self-pity for a moment. I can’t help but think how hard this is, I can’t relax and I haven’t had more than a few Doritos and some toast and it’s now 2pm. The 4 hours of sleep I got last night have already been drained from me. “I don’t know if I can do this...
November 30, 2006 by Arlya
I never in my life thought I would be one of those women who get emotional about breastfeeding. When I was pregnant with my son, I figured I’d try it. If it didn’t work out, that’s fine, I’d quit. It didn’t work out, so I did quit. This time I wanted to try harder. So during my recent pregnancy, I read all I could about breastfeeding. I even bought LLL’s book about it. “The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding”. Still things were very technical in my brain. Figuring out positions, signs of thrush, know...
October 26, 2006 by Arlya
I'm not sure if you all have seen this new Dove ad yet. It's part of their Campaign for real beauty. You can see it by clicking here. I wound up looking at it about a week ago and I wasn't so shocked at how different the girl looked with makeup, but at how much editing was done to her in the computer phase of the project. I knew they slimmed bodies, and plumped breasts, but I never realized they changed a person that much. I showed the video to my husband and he was equally disgusted.

I foun...
October 2, 2006 by Arlya
I was standing outside the commissary the other day with a bag full of snacks for our little road trip back to Ramstein. I would have walked up to the BX parking where my hubby was, but he demanded I stay there. He’s afraid of the baby coming early and didn’t want me hiking up the concrete stairs. I tried to reassure him that just walking isn’t going to break my water. Especially considering my first son was a week late.

So I sat on a bench, and then noticed the cigarette disposal beside me ...
September 28, 2006 by Arlya
I am constantly amazed at the ability of two cars to pass on these tiny German country roads. I tense up every time I see a set of headlights facing me but I wouldn’t give up this experience for anything. If I weren’t here, I wouldn’t have that smile on my face from seeing fat, milk laden cows grazing lazily. I wouldn’t have had that chance to talk about the chestnut coated horse with my 3 year old son. We only moved here a few weeks ago, but already I’m reminded that I am a country girl at hear...