I'm really tired of being Negative Nelly

It's that time again.  We've heard the AF has plans for my husband, and we'll be moving to Warner Robins, GA.  We found this information out WAY back in December.  I've had a long time to process it.  Most of my friends know that it wasn't the assignment my husband expected.  But we are ready for it and he is excited and ready for the challenge.
Being a military BRAT (and yes, I am proud to say BRAT), I always dreaded my dad's next assignment.  It always seemed as though it would be time to move right when I was starting to feel comfortable at the current location.  I would have just begun to let my guard down, let people in, and have real friends.  I would actually begin to like the place I had been dragged to by my toenails, and now the AF was telling my parents that we had to move again!!!  I swore as a teen that I would never, ever marry a man in the military, and never, ever put my own children through the same social difficulties that I had been through. 
What do ya know?  I fell for a military guy.  Ugh.  What does this mean?  Either I have to break up with him (not an option), convince him that serving and defending our country was not the right career path for him (again, that's out), or suck it up and realize that maybe it wasn't all that bad growing up as a military BRAT.  Of course, I choose Option #3.  You just can help who you fall in love with.  :)
After all that, in my married life, I have had to say goodbye to a lot of friends who felt more like family, set up our house on more than a few occasions, redecorate because what we had in the previous house no longer fit in the new one (i.e., mostly curtains, storage containers, etc.), and just simply suck it up. 
In all of our assignments, I have argued and found every reason under the sun as to why we can not possibly go to the next place, in hopes that the AF will change it's mind and let us just stay where we are, with all the great people that are already there.  This particular time, I told myself that I would not make excuses, I would just go.  Go to Georgia, experience all the new people, places, food, culture.  Go and enjoy this opportunity. 
Yesterday during my run, I wondered why I wasn't trying to get my husband to retire - as I have done the past three assignments.  Where was my "negative nelly" persona?  Was it manifesting itself in other ways, like..."will my husbands health condition keep up from going?", "will my daughter's medical needs prevent the assignment from going through".  Yes it was!  After that realization, I came home and vowed to be more positive ~ like I started out to do in the first place.  GA is a good assignment for my husband, there will be services available for our daughter, and my husband's health will be resolved soon.  There more than likely will be wonderful people there too.  We are a very lucky, happy family and not everyone gets the opportunity to see so many different parts of the country.  No more negative nelly living here.  At least I hope not!

Cell Phone Obsessions

I've started reconizing over the past few weeks that I am obsessed with my cell phone.  Well, really I realized it about a year ago when my daughter got her first cell phone and she was on it all the time.  I had to take a step back and recognize where she got the obsession from.  Of course, part of it was because she was a teenager and that's just what the do.  But the other part was ME.
I started to take it easy on how often I checked my facebook, or my email, or my texts.  I realized that I had my cell in my hand just as much as I had a diet coke in my hand.  (And those that know me, know that's a lot).  I decided to implement a new rule for the house ~ in addition to no one having their phone at dinner, now no one could bring their cell phones into the living room either.  So if we were having family time watching TV, or playing a game, or whatever, NO ONE could be on their cell phones...meaning my husband couldn't do any work on his cell during our family time either.
That's seemed to work, or so I thought it had.  Yesterday, I realized it hasn't worked as well as I'd thought.
I sent a text to some of our family and friends to let them know how David was doing.  I normally would hear right back from most everyone, but I didn't.  Oh well, I thought.  Everyone is busy.  I was teaching Taylor at the time, so I just let it go.  On our way to dinner, I still hadn't heard back from ANYONE!  I started thinking of my day and realized I'd sent several text messages and not heard back from any of them.  Oh no!  What could be wrong?  Could everyone really be ignoring me?  Of course not.  It's not "all about me", ya know!
I began frantically reviewing my text log, and noticed a consisent pattern...they were ALL showing the same status..."sending..."  NONE OF THEM HAD EVEN GONE THROUGH!!!  What the heck.  I put the phone away and decided to try to ignore it.  We ordered our drinks.  (I broke a rule and checked to see if they'd sent.  No.)  We ordered our food.  (I broke it again and rebooted my phone.  Still nothing.)  We got our food. (again, rule broken, and I took out my battery to restart my phone.  Nada).  I couldn't even have conversation at dinner that didn't constitute my cell phone.  What have I become?!?!
Well, I chucked it into my purse vowing not to look at it again.  After about 30 minutes, I'd forgotten all about my phone and texting problems and was able to enjoy the rest of the evening.  Phew~!!  What a relief!
This morning, I woke up later than normal.  What a nice surprise!  To sleep in~what's that about?  I instintively grabbed my cell phone and checked my email, facebook, played a couple games of solitare.  Then I did it...checked my texts.  NOTHING HAD GONE THROUGH STILL!  Ignore it, Jenn, ignore it!!!  Argh!
I set off on my 2 mile run, listening to the beautiful sounds of music ringing through my iPod into my ears.  But what was on my brain?  Yep, you guessed it.  Texting.  I need help.  Do they make a pill for this?