Someone else's poop under your fingernails.
Your toddler kneeing you in the thigh the day after doing about a hundred squats and lunges at the gym.
Your eardrums literally shaking inside your head from high-pitched screams done purely for fun.
A headache that wasn't there when you woke up, but is raging now.
Having your monthly lady moment for over ten days.
Living in the state of delusion. Must be fun.
Dropping something you need down the steep mountainside that is your backyard, and having to hike your sore legs down there to get it.
Dirty kitchen floors, no matter how often I clean them.
Children who cry because they're hungry, but won't eat anything.
Picking up a brand new, opened box of cereal upside down, and watching half the box spill onto the floor, therefore wasting $2 worth of breakfast food.
*In case you haven't noticed, the previous list was laden with sarcasm. And since I suppose I should give you something actually positive to read (for a change), here are some things that really are awesome.
The end of heat waves. Sunnny, cool days are wicked good.
Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. I don't care if LB's watched it for two hours, at least he isn't poking JC in the eye repeatedly.
My whole family and GA. The most normal people on the planet.
Impromptu back rubs from the Hubby.
Longer nights, courtesy of the changing seasons. It's nice when the boys wake up at dawn and it's not 6am.
A healed pelvis. I think I'm finally there.
9/28/10
Random Tuesday Thoughts
The forecast today: 100 degrees. I wish I was joking.
Up at 5:30am for some gym time. School's back in session, so that means my workouts are as well.
I want these so badly! But we already have stockings, so it's frivolous... but they're so cute!
Christmas vaca is coming up soon. It's hard to believe Hubby still has another semester until then, because time is really going quickly. I've been going a little nuts with visions of sugarplums and cava. Can't wait!
I've been having the most horrible, strange dreams lately. Last night, I woke up no less than five times. Don't know what's up with that, but I wish that for once since the boys were born I could sleep soundly. Haven't done that since... college?
Hubby and I have date night this weekend... at home. We're probably going to make apple butter. Wow, we're friggin homebodies. :)
How do you baby-proof kitchen cabinets if you can't drill locks into them? And if you can, how to do you keep a one year old out when the two year old can undo the locks? Right now, much of our kitchen supplies are jammed into the upper cabinets... and in the time it took for me to use the bathroom, JC unrolled half a tube of saran wrap.
I'll be doing a new class at the gym on Fridays called body pump. It's a weight-lifting class- I did a similar one in HI and loved it. For some reason, I thought they offered it this morning, but on Tuesdays they have body combat. Kinda cheesy kickboxing stuff... I'm not into that. If I'm throwing punches and kicks, I want it to be at a person.
Homegrown tomatoes are sooooo good!
Okay, call me stupid or whatever, but I don't get the subscribe feature on blogspot. Or the follow feature. Maybe I'm just not tech-savvy, but don't take offense if I don't use it- I just don't get it. :)
Head on over to The Unmom to link up.
9/26/10
A shift in seasons?
It's late September, and it was 96 degrees here. Yesterday was just as sweltering, and the heat is supposed to last through midweek.
Um, isn't it fall? Aren't I supposed to be in sweatshirts while watching football, not shorts and a tank? The kicker is, all summer I was in sweatshirts. It was definitely not hot, and now that fall is officially here, summer decides to make an appearance.
Not liking that.
The weekend was fun, though. We took the boys to the pool today, and we even got a sitter for last night. Took in some live blues, then wandered around downtown Carmel. Very relaxing... 'specially with the margaritas. :)
I just don't get it. I know that every area has different weather, but it seems like spring lasted fooooorrrreeevvveerrrr, and it doesn't seem right for summer to finally get here. I'm over it. I'm ready to just skip the heat and move right along to fall.
At least there's a change of season. One thing that bothered me in Hawaii was that it was perpetually summer. Doesn't sound bad to most people, but I love the fall. And Christmas with the AC on was just weird. I guess I'm just stuck in my northeast ways, or maybe I'm homesick for NH, but I don't get this whole west coast stuff.
Um, isn't it fall? Aren't I supposed to be in sweatshirts while watching football, not shorts and a tank? The kicker is, all summer I was in sweatshirts. It was definitely not hot, and now that fall is officially here, summer decides to make an appearance.
Not liking that.
The weekend was fun, though. We took the boys to the pool today, and we even got a sitter for last night. Took in some live blues, then wandered around downtown Carmel. Very relaxing... 'specially with the margaritas. :)
I just don't get it. I know that every area has different weather, but it seems like spring lasted fooooorrrreeevvveerrrr, and it doesn't seem right for summer to finally get here. I'm over it. I'm ready to just skip the heat and move right along to fall.
At least there's a change of season. One thing that bothered me in Hawaii was that it was perpetually summer. Doesn't sound bad to most people, but I love the fall. And Christmas with the AC on was just weird. I guess I'm just stuck in my northeast ways, or maybe I'm homesick for NH, but I don't get this whole west coast stuff.
9/24/10
MilSpouse Friday Fill-in #14
1.What characteristic about yourself has either been strengthened or weakened due to your experience as a Military Spouse? (from The Albrecht Squad)
I've realized that if I'm not being proactive, then I won't get what I want. So I've become a little more
2.What is your favorite vacation spot and why? (from ‘Tis the Life of the Army Wife)
I'm hesitant to put it down, because I don't want it to become a hot spot for tourism, but I love love love Squam Lake in NH.
3.If you could have any fast-food restaurant in the food court on base/post what would you pick? (from The Only Pink in a House of Blue)
DUNKS! Oh man, I miss everything about that place. I can't believe we had five within a five mile radius from my parents' house, and I didn't appreciate it more.
4.Where did you go on your honeymoon? (from Pennies from Heaven)
Cruise to the Bahamas through Hurricane Charlie. It was adventurous. :)
5.If you could have any job in the world regardless of money, degree or experience, which job would you have and why? (from Proud to Be a Navy Family and The Calm Before The Storm)
The only reason I would take a job is for the money. If I have to be separated from my family during the day, I'd better get paid for it! But Samantha Brown's job seems like the shiznit. I could take everyone with me and explore different cities, countries, and cultures. And get paid.... Wow, I hate her. :)
Head on over to Wife of a Sailor for more!
9/23/10
OMG, my FB is MIA!!!!
Facebook is experiencing an outage today. I've heard so many complaints about this, but I think this may be a good thing.
Omg, now we'll have to *gasp* actually talk to someone to find out what they're up to! Noooooo!
Although I'm an admitted Facebook addict, this little break is good, people. We're getting too wrapped up in our virtual world and not paying enough attention to the real world. Unless this already exists and I'm just ill-informed, I think we should have a Facebook Free Week.
Think you could do it?
Let me tell you, that would be hard for me. I have friends all over the country, and some in other countries. There are people I have befriended that I honestly didn't think I'd ever see again. And I'm not saying to ditch Facebook entirely- it definitely has a place in the modern world of communication and technology. I'm just saying that maybe we should all step away for a little while.
I know I've been more productive today (well, uh, except for wasting time typing this). The kitchen is clean, the boys are well-fed and entertained, the laundry is done, I called my mom, etc. Perhaps we should all have a few days like this, so we can really appreciate Facebook and remember what it's here for: to keep up to date with people in our lives, not to keep up to the minute. Really, no one needs to log into Facebook twenty times a day (*ahem*)- there aren't that many things going on. Life goes on, in or out of Facebook. Let's get to living it!
Omg, now we'll have to *gasp* actually talk to someone to find out what they're up to! Noooooo!
Although I'm an admitted Facebook addict, this little break is good, people. We're getting too wrapped up in our virtual world and not paying enough attention to the real world. Unless this already exists and I'm just ill-informed, I think we should have a Facebook Free Week.
Think you could do it?
Let me tell you, that would be hard for me. I have friends all over the country, and some in other countries. There are people I have befriended that I honestly didn't think I'd ever see again. And I'm not saying to ditch Facebook entirely- it definitely has a place in the modern world of communication and technology. I'm just saying that maybe we should all step away for a little while.
I know I've been more productive today (well, uh, except for wasting time typing this). The kitchen is clean, the boys are well-fed and entertained, the laundry is done, I called my mom, etc. Perhaps we should all have a few days like this, so we can really appreciate Facebook and remember what it's here for: to keep up to date with people in our lives, not to keep up to the minute. Really, no one needs to log into Facebook twenty times a day (*ahem*)- there aren't that many things going on. Life goes on, in or out of Facebook. Let's get to living it!
9/21/10
My breaking point
Tonight, I found my breaking point.
The boys were driving me to the end of my rope this afternoon. JC cried all day about everything. He clung to me constantly, pulling my pant legs down, yanking my hair out, getting fingerprints all over my glasses, etc. When I picked him up, he wanted to be let down. When I put him down, he screamed. His brother was constantly beating up on him, as evident by the bruise on his chin.
But LB.... oh, LB.... I've never been so close to actually beating the crap out of my kids. I couldn't take it any more and put them to bed at 6:15. LB just reminded me of the immature psychological torture kids do to each other. He would repeat everything I said. When I asked him a question, like "do you need to go pee-pee?", he would say "need to go pee-pee?" or "huh?". He didn't answer a single question I asked him the whole day. There were a few moments where I was cleaning up a puddle of pee while he sat on the potty. Once he got off the potty, he promptly peed on the floor in another spot. I hadn't even finished the previous mess. He kept hitting me and hitting JC, touching things he shouldn't, getting in my face (like, nose to nose), climbing on top of me... I just couldn't get any space or any time without some grubby hand touching me. LB didn't care to pee on the potty and didn't care if he peed on the floor.
The whole afternoon beat me down and when Hubby called this evening, I just bursted into tears. We agreed that LB isn't ready for the potty, which I knew all along. I told him that I feel pressured by him to potty train LB, but thankfully he said that clearly LB isn't ready, so there's no need to put myself through this.
So, back to diapers. We're going to wait until the new year to try again. Unless, by some miracle, LB asks for underwear. Hah.
The boys were driving me to the end of my rope this afternoon. JC cried all day about everything. He clung to me constantly, pulling my pant legs down, yanking my hair out, getting fingerprints all over my glasses, etc. When I picked him up, he wanted to be let down. When I put him down, he screamed. His brother was constantly beating up on him, as evident by the bruise on his chin.
But LB.... oh, LB.... I've never been so close to actually beating the crap out of my kids. I couldn't take it any more and put them to bed at 6:15. LB just reminded me of the immature psychological torture kids do to each other. He would repeat everything I said. When I asked him a question, like "do you need to go pee-pee?", he would say "need to go pee-pee?" or "huh?". He didn't answer a single question I asked him the whole day. There were a few moments where I was cleaning up a puddle of pee while he sat on the potty. Once he got off the potty, he promptly peed on the floor in another spot. I hadn't even finished the previous mess. He kept hitting me and hitting JC, touching things he shouldn't, getting in my face (like, nose to nose), climbing on top of me... I just couldn't get any space or any time without some grubby hand touching me. LB didn't care to pee on the potty and didn't care if he peed on the floor.
The whole afternoon beat me down and when Hubby called this evening, I just bursted into tears. We agreed that LB isn't ready for the potty, which I knew all along. I told him that I feel pressured by him to potty train LB, but thankfully he said that clearly LB isn't ready, so there's no need to put myself through this.
So, back to diapers. We're going to wait until the new year to try again. Unless, by some miracle, LB asks for underwear. Hah.
Unrandom Tuesday Thoughts
Usually, I participate in this meme courtesy of The Unmom. If you don't already, head on over, check it out, and participate. Fun times. However, this particular Tuesday, my thoughts are not random at all and centered around one particular event: potty training. I tried to think of random stuff... which kind of defeats the purpose, so here's my bitch session about the wonderfulness of teaching kids to use the potty.
LB is on day 2 of PT. He still won't go voluntarily, and he'll still watch himself pee all over the place, but at least he knows he gets two M&Ms if he sits on the potty (what? I'm totally not above bribing him at this point).
So far, we've gone through six pairs of underwear and many more towels to clean up. He really does like cleaning up, and says "Uh oh, accident!", then takes the nearest towel to the mess (which, unfortunately, has been my nice kitchen towels... they are now out of reach).
Personally, I'm trying to stay patient and not get too worked up over the messes. After all, he's gotta learn sometime. Copious amounts of rum has helped, though.
I just don't know if I should stick with it. I hear of all these stories from other moms that their kids just wanted to go to the potty- LB lacks the desire to go. So should I stop or keep going? Am I going to associate potty time with a sense of stress and frustation for him? Is this whole experience going to negatively affect him if I push him when he's not ready?
Holy crap, I'm not so sure I want his psychological health to depend on my potty training expertise (or lack thereof).
When I was house training Puppy (and please don't hate me for comparing my kid to my dog), it took a little while, but once I started to see him going, I picked him up and took him outside to his potty place. He got a treat for going. Uhhh, I've been kinda doing the same with LB, except if I pick him up to put him on the potty, he freaks and kicks me and throws a hysterical fit.
So my whole day has been encompassed with PT thoughts, if he's ready, if I'm doing it right, if it's normal for him to say he doesn't have to go, then promptly piss on the floor... It's just frustrating.
But here are a few tips I've learned in these two long days:
*Don't try this when you're PMSing. It's just a bad situation for all involved.
*Don't try this when your husband is on a business trip. Not only do I have to deal with PT, I also have to deal with "Where's Daddy? I want Daddy hugs and kisses!"
*Do stock up on some alcohol. You'll need it at the end (or middle?) of the day.
*If you're a high strung, low patience person, you're gonna have to change. This just can't be done without a HUGE amount of patience.
*SIGH* Anyone want to pick out a hair color for me? I can feel my hair turning gray....
LB is on day 2 of PT. He still won't go voluntarily, and he'll still watch himself pee all over the place, but at least he knows he gets two M&Ms if he sits on the potty (what? I'm totally not above bribing him at this point).
So far, we've gone through six pairs of underwear and many more towels to clean up. He really does like cleaning up, and says "Uh oh, accident!", then takes the nearest towel to the mess (which, unfortunately, has been my nice kitchen towels... they are now out of reach).
Personally, I'm trying to stay patient and not get too worked up over the messes. After all, he's gotta learn sometime. Copious amounts of rum has helped, though.
I just don't know if I should stick with it. I hear of all these stories from other moms that their kids just wanted to go to the potty- LB lacks the desire to go. So should I stop or keep going? Am I going to associate potty time with a sense of stress and frustation for him? Is this whole experience going to negatively affect him if I push him when he's not ready?
Holy crap, I'm not so sure I want his psychological health to depend on my potty training expertise (or lack thereof).
When I was house training Puppy (and please don't hate me for comparing my kid to my dog), it took a little while, but once I started to see him going, I picked him up and took him outside to his potty place. He got a treat for going. Uhhh, I've been kinda doing the same with LB, except if I pick him up to put him on the potty, he freaks and kicks me and throws a hysterical fit.
So my whole day has been encompassed with PT thoughts, if he's ready, if I'm doing it right, if it's normal for him to say he doesn't have to go, then promptly piss on the floor... It's just frustrating.
But here are a few tips I've learned in these two long days:
*Don't try this when you're PMSing. It's just a bad situation for all involved.
*Don't try this when your husband is on a business trip. Not only do I have to deal with PT, I also have to deal with "Where's Daddy? I want Daddy hugs and kisses!"
*Do stock up on some alcohol. You'll need it at the end (or middle?) of the day.
*If you're a high strung, low patience person, you're gonna have to change. This just can't be done without a HUGE amount of patience.
*SIGH* Anyone want to pick out a hair color for me? I can feel my hair turning gray....
9/20/10
Very frustrated
Potty training is back on. For awhile, we had been letting LB try the potty and not insisting that he give up diapers. After all, he really wasn't getting it so we didn't push the issue. I decided that since he's over 2.5 years old, it was time to get rid of the diapers and just start underwear. I also made the mistake of telling Hubby about it (more on that in a bit).
LB can follow directions. He knows what poop and pee are. He can pull his pants down and up. He has almost all the signs of being ready, except...
he refuses to use the potty.
Now, if I'm not suppose to force him or make a big deal out of the potty, how am I supposed to get him to use it? Bribes don't work, being nice won't work, yelling won't work... I ended up sitting in the bathroom doorway and telling him over and over (and over and over and over) to "sit on the potty". Holy hell, do I need to do that every time? I decided no, and put him back in diapers, chalking it up to the fact that he wasn't ready to be a big boy yet.
Hubby called just after I put him in the diaper. He chided me for giving up too easily and try the underwear again. Maybe he's right, but it really bothered me because:
1) He takes no active part in the potty training, so what makes him think he can tell me how to do it?
2) I gave up too easily?? More like LB gave up too easily. I've been growing gray hairs by the minute trying to get him to use the potty. I definitely didn't "give up". LB's the one who doesn't want to do this.
3) He's in f***ing Seattle. He's not even here! So when I'm at the end of my rope, what am I supposed to do? There's no one to hand the situation to, no one to reinforce what I say (for some reason, LB will listen to me if Hubby's around)... which I guess is stupid- why should I expect him to help anyway if he already has made it very clear that he wants no part in it?
I'm just beyond ready to snap. I'm ready to... I don't know, finish this bottle of Bacardi? Yes, I know I'm supposed to be prepared for a lot of accidents and lot of cleaning up, but when my kid just stands there, letting the pee drip down his leg, then freaks out hysterically when I so much as mention trying to sit on the potty, what the F am I supposed to do?????
LB can follow directions. He knows what poop and pee are. He can pull his pants down and up. He has almost all the signs of being ready, except...
he refuses to use the potty.
Now, if I'm not suppose to force him or make a big deal out of the potty, how am I supposed to get him to use it? Bribes don't work, being nice won't work, yelling won't work... I ended up sitting in the bathroom doorway and telling him over and over (and over and over and over) to "sit on the potty". Holy hell, do I need to do that every time? I decided no, and put him back in diapers, chalking it up to the fact that he wasn't ready to be a big boy yet.
Hubby called just after I put him in the diaper. He chided me for giving up too easily and try the underwear again. Maybe he's right, but it really bothered me because:
1) He takes no active part in the potty training, so what makes him think he can tell me how to do it?
2) I gave up too easily?? More like LB gave up too easily. I've been growing gray hairs by the minute trying to get him to use the potty. I definitely didn't "give up". LB's the one who doesn't want to do this.
3) He's in f***ing Seattle. He's not even here! So when I'm at the end of my rope, what am I supposed to do? There's no one to hand the situation to, no one to reinforce what I say (for some reason, LB will listen to me if Hubby's around)... which I guess is stupid- why should I expect him to help anyway if he already has made it very clear that he wants no part in it?
I'm just beyond ready to snap. I'm ready to... I don't know, finish this bottle of Bacardi? Yes, I know I'm supposed to be prepared for a lot of accidents and lot of cleaning up, but when my kid just stands there, letting the pee drip down his leg, then freaks out hysterically when I so much as mention trying to sit on the potty, what the F am I supposed to do?????
9/17/10
In the jungle, the mighty jungle...
Well, we're all in one piece.
LB and JC and I were playing outside, since it's a gorgeous high-60s sunny kind of day. LB was riding his bike and JC was crawling around. I was chilling out in a patio chair, watching both boys play and discover and get messy.
About an hour into our outside foray, I heard a cat. It was far up our driveway, and even though I wrote it off as one of the neighbor's cats, it didn't sound like an ordinary cat.
Several minutes later, JC decides to walk holding onto the tricycle!! Holy crap, he's never done that before! I managed to take a quick picture and as I was texting the pic to Hubby, I heard the cat again.
It seemed closer. And very interested in something.
I started getting the "prey" vibe, like I was being hunted, so I shielded the sun out of my eyes and took a quick look up the driveway. Nothing. Nothing on the hill, either. The boys were oblivious to my concern, so I tried to shrug it off.
I had just remembered that there are big cats in our area when I heard the sound again, practically in my ear. I didn't think about it this time- I scooped up JC and yelled at LB to get in the house. I call it my "emergency" voice, and luckily he responds to it.
The boys were upset about having to come inside, but I didn't care. Whatever it was that I heard, it was getting closer, and it sounded friggin' hungry!
I googled the sound, thinking it was a bobcat, but it turned out to be a mountain lion cub. Yikes!!! Wherever there's a cub, momma is sure to follow, and we could have been a mountain lion's lunch!
I never saw the cub. I think there's a face imprint on all the south facing windows of the house from me trying to find it. Didn't see any other predatory animals, either. But you can bet we're staying inside for the rest of the day.
Kinda ironic, as I was just thinking earlier how my nails have become so long that I could fight a bobcat with them.
*sigh* I'm shaking as I type this. I scares the hell out of me that we were that close to being seriously hurt or dead in our own backyard. I don't think I'll be pushing for "country living" at our next duty station...
LB and JC and I were playing outside, since it's a gorgeous high-60s sunny kind of day. LB was riding his bike and JC was crawling around. I was chilling out in a patio chair, watching both boys play and discover and get messy.
About an hour into our outside foray, I heard a cat. It was far up our driveway, and even though I wrote it off as one of the neighbor's cats, it didn't sound like an ordinary cat.
Several minutes later, JC decides to walk holding onto the tricycle!! Holy crap, he's never done that before! I managed to take a quick picture and as I was texting the pic to Hubby, I heard the cat again.
It seemed closer. And very interested in something.
I started getting the "prey" vibe, like I was being hunted, so I shielded the sun out of my eyes and took a quick look up the driveway. Nothing. Nothing on the hill, either. The boys were oblivious to my concern, so I tried to shrug it off.
I had just remembered that there are big cats in our area when I heard the sound again, practically in my ear. I didn't think about it this time- I scooped up JC and yelled at LB to get in the house. I call it my "emergency" voice, and luckily he responds to it.
The boys were upset about having to come inside, but I didn't care. Whatever it was that I heard, it was getting closer, and it sounded friggin' hungry!
I googled the sound, thinking it was a bobcat, but it turned out to be a mountain lion cub. Yikes!!! Wherever there's a cub, momma is sure to follow, and we could have been a mountain lion's lunch!
I never saw the cub. I think there's a face imprint on all the south facing windows of the house from me trying to find it. Didn't see any other predatory animals, either. But you can bet we're staying inside for the rest of the day.
Kinda ironic, as I was just thinking earlier how my nails have become so long that I could fight a bobcat with them.
*sigh* I'm shaking as I type this. I scares the hell out of me that we were that close to being seriously hurt or dead in our own backyard. I don't think I'll be pushing for "country living" at our next duty station...
MilSpouse Friday Fill-in #13
1.How do you spend your deployment money, do you save, pay off bills or enjoy the extra money while it is there to buy the things you do not normally have? (from Troop Petrie)
I do a little of the first two. Deployment is a time for us to save up, usually because a move follows shortly! Besides, it's much easier to pay off bills when it's impossible for him to rack up any more. I try not to indulge while he's out- it's way more fun to save, then indulge together when he gets back!
2.If you could relive one occasion or moment, what would it be? (from Currently On Land)
I'd probably relive that doc appointment where my PCP told me that I didn't need a thyroid test since I wasn't over 50 and wasn't overweight. I would have smacked him, then demanded it done. Probably could have saved me a good ten years of feeling like crap every day.
3.What’s the worst job you ever had and if it was so bad why did you take it? (from Faith and Deploying)
Bagger / cart girl / cashier at Shaw's. It was my first job and I didn't know any better.
4.If you could play any character on TV, who would you be? (from Many Waters)
I want to be Vanna White. Her job isn't that physical and she doesn't have any pressure to learn lines. The only thing that would suck is that I wouldn't get to eat ever again and I'd probably need a nose job. :)
5.If you could become the world’s expert in something, what would it be? (from Army of Two)
I would love to be the world's best flutist or pianist, but I think I'd also like something in a predominantly masculine field, just to shake things up. Like, be an expert in drag racing or open-heart surgery or something.
I do a little of the first two. Deployment is a time for us to save up, usually because a move follows shortly! Besides, it's much easier to pay off bills when it's impossible for him to rack up any more. I try not to indulge while he's out- it's way more fun to save, then indulge together when he gets back!
2.If you could relive one occasion or moment, what would it be? (from Currently On Land)
I'd probably relive that doc appointment where my PCP told me that I didn't need a thyroid test since I wasn't over 50 and wasn't overweight. I would have smacked him, then demanded it done. Probably could have saved me a good ten years of feeling like crap every day.
3.What’s the worst job you ever had and if it was so bad why did you take it? (from Faith and Deploying)
Bagger / cart girl / cashier at Shaw's. It was my first job and I didn't know any better.
4.If you could play any character on TV, who would you be? (from Many Waters)
I want to be Vanna White. Her job isn't that physical and she doesn't have any pressure to learn lines. The only thing that would suck is that I wouldn't get to eat ever again and I'd probably need a nose job. :)
5.If you could become the world’s expert in something, what would it be? (from Army of Two)
I would love to be the world's best flutist or pianist, but I think I'd also like something in a predominantly masculine field, just to shake things up. Like, be an expert in drag racing or open-heart surgery or something.
9/14/10
Annoying Husbandisms of the Night
"After you had kids, you got dumber. Your IQ dropped, like, 30 points."
*After saying that I thought Angelina Jolie was too skinny*
"Slap yourself."
*After saying that I thought Angelina Jolie was too skinny*
"Slap yourself."
Random Tuesday Thoughts
Happy 1st Birthday to my baby, JC!! Only a year ago, I was being sliced open and having an 8 lb+ baby ripped from my insides. Ahhh, the memories... :P
The week-long visit with my sister and brother is over, and we're getting back into our old routine. But LB keeps asking "Where'd Uncle M go? Where'd Aunt T go?" I've explained that they went on a plane to go home to their houses, but I'm not sure he's retaining that.
Mensa brunch happened, and I got the scoop on the "clothing optional" party. Totally weirdos and everyone else was freaked out about it, too. Good to know!
Need to go to Pier 1 and the photo shop to run some errands, blah.
The scale says 155 lbs. So I'm losing weight, just not very quickly. Oh well- I guess that happens with two little boys.
This is going to be short because, well, I have a lot to catch up on, and I'm sniffly. Boo.
9/10/10
MilSpouse Friday Fill-in #12
The brotha and sista are here this week, hence the lack of posting, but since the house is quiet (save for two little boys), I thought I'd post this. Head on over to Wife Of A Sailor for more!
1. Do you set goals for yourself during deployment? What are some of them?
I always plan to lose weight and get into shape, but I usually end up pregnant, which is the complete opposite, ha. Then I revamp my resolutions to making it home to NH and back in one piece, physically and mentally. I also get involved in the FRG and plan activities that way. On our last boat, we were wicked lucky to have a good FRG.
2. What would you say to someone dating a military guy or gal?
Be prepared to be unprepared, expect the unexpected, and make sure all your pens have disappearing ink. Then give me a call- we gotta stick together!
3. If you have children, how do you prepare them to move to a new place?
I pack their suitcase. They're too young right now to understand what a move is and I don't think they really care that they're leaving their buddies. But when they get older, I plan on having them look up the state we'll be moving to (so they know where it is and what to expect), write bye-bye letters to their buddies and get their addresses in an addy book (so they can be pen pals), and still pack their suitcase.
4. Name one hobby that gets you through alone time.
Music. When we didn't have kids, it was work, too (holy cow, teaching kiddies gymnastics was the funnest job ever!!). But in HI, I joined the community band, and here I've been practicing on my own.
5. What’s the one food you don’t ever get tired of?
Wow, that's hard to nail down. Ummmmm, I could probably eat my weight in potato chips with ranch dip (not dressing, but DIP, made from good, 'ole sour cream), but I also love crab rangoon (from Lucky Corner) and chocolate. I could house some Hershey's, man. :)
1. Do you set goals for yourself during deployment? What are some of them?
I always plan to lose weight and get into shape, but I usually end up pregnant, which is the complete opposite, ha. Then I revamp my resolutions to making it home to NH and back in one piece, physically and mentally. I also get involved in the FRG and plan activities that way. On our last boat, we were wicked lucky to have a good FRG.
2. What would you say to someone dating a military guy or gal?
Be prepared to be unprepared, expect the unexpected, and make sure all your pens have disappearing ink. Then give me a call- we gotta stick together!
3. If you have children, how do you prepare them to move to a new place?
I pack their suitcase. They're too young right now to understand what a move is and I don't think they really care that they're leaving their buddies. But when they get older, I plan on having them look up the state we'll be moving to (so they know where it is and what to expect), write bye-bye letters to their buddies and get their addresses in an addy book (so they can be pen pals), and still pack their suitcase.
4. Name one hobby that gets you through alone time.
Music. When we didn't have kids, it was work, too (holy cow, teaching kiddies gymnastics was the funnest job ever!!). But in HI, I joined the community band, and here I've been practicing on my own.
5. What’s the one food you don’t ever get tired of?
Wow, that's hard to nail down. Ummmmm, I could probably eat my weight in potato chips with ranch dip (not dressing, but DIP, made from good, 'ole sour cream), but I also love crab rangoon (from Lucky Corner) and chocolate. I could house some Hershey's, man. :)
9/4/10
At least my freak flag is rated G.
I got my Mensa bulletin in the mail yesterday. It has a bunch of get-togethers and things to do for this month, which I find very cool. Last month, I went to a brunch and met a few members. This month, the brunch is still offered, but another activity caught my eye. Here's the description (not verbatim, but you'll get the idea):
"Pool Party, at So-And-So's vineyard house. Come hang out with musicians, artists, and poets. Bring your own instrument, towels, and bottle of wine..."
Cool, huh? I thought that would be fun, to play my flute at someone's wicked expensive vineyard estate, then enjoy a nice pool, but...
"...Clothing optional. Adults only."
WHAT????????????
I'm sorry, but even though I may fly my freak flag on occasion, it's really not that bad, meaning not rated X! More like rated OCD. Once I read that part, millions of questions were flying around in my head.
Is this some kind of swingers party??
Who goes to this??
Are all the members just as freaky??
What kind of chapter have I gotten myself into??
*sigh* I know that I have my own quirks and oddities, but is it so hard to find halfway normal people out there? Why is it that nearly everyone I meet is just messed in the head? Where are the normal people???
"Pool Party, at So-And-So's vineyard house. Come hang out with musicians, artists, and poets. Bring your own instrument, towels, and bottle of wine..."
Cool, huh? I thought that would be fun, to play my flute at someone's wicked expensive vineyard estate, then enjoy a nice pool, but...
"...Clothing optional. Adults only."
WHAT????????????
I'm sorry, but even though I may fly my freak flag on occasion, it's really not that bad, meaning not rated X! More like rated OCD. Once I read that part, millions of questions were flying around in my head.
Is this some kind of swingers party??
Who goes to this??
Are all the members just as freaky??
What kind of chapter have I gotten myself into??
*sigh* I know that I have my own quirks and oddities, but is it so hard to find halfway normal people out there? Why is it that nearly everyone I meet is just messed in the head? Where are the normal people???
9/3/10
MilSpouse Friday Fill-in #11
1.What is a weird/funny superstition that you have?
I eat sandwiches in an extremely orderly fashion; left to right, top to bottom. If it's a standard-sized sandwich, four bites across, four rows. If it's a sub, three or four bites across, and each row has the same number of bites, regardless of how thick the middle is.... I know, I'm crazy. And that's just the tip of the iceberg- don't get me started on apples.
2.What are your hopes and dreams for the years AFTER the military? After all, we aren’t in it forever!
Hubby and I want to settle down in the same house for years on end. We are sick of moving!! We want stability for the kids, and maybe even grandkids.
3.Since [this] month is National Apple Month (no really!), I’d probably ask: What is your yummiest apple recipe?
Despite this being the question I submitted, I haven't given much thought to it! But I suppose my go-to apple recipe is for Apple Crisp:
Ingredients:
4 medium apples, peeled, cored, and sliced
3/4 cup packed brown sugar
1/2 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 cup oats (old-fashioned or quick-cooking are fine, but not instant)
1/3 cup butter
3/4 tsp cinnamon
3/4 tsp nutmeg
How To:
Heat oven to 375 degrees. Grease bottom and sides of a 8x8 in. square pan with shortening (I've used non-stick spray and it works okay). Spread apples in pan. Mix remaining ingredients and sprinkle over apples. Bake 30 minutes. It's really good served hot with vanilla ice cream, and it makes a yummy breakfast treat.
4.How long have you gone as a military spouse without talking to your husband/wife during service?
Hm. Does email count? If so, about two months. If we count phone calls, then it's more like three months. Face-to-face only and it goes up to over six months. Westpacs on subs are terrible for communication. And that's as the spouse. As a girlfriend/fiance, it's been over a year without face-to-face... sidenote: Anyone remember family grams??
5.I occasionally watch When I was 17… on MTV. So, what was something that was significant about your 17th year of life?
I got into All-State on flute. It was important to me and a great accomplishment, but not much happened my 17th year. My 18th was way more exciting!
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