We received a notice in the mail this weekend from the VA DMV- now we owe $400. For one month in 2007. On a car that we don't own any more. Even though Hubby's military.
Now, it states very clearly on their website that any property owned or jointly owned by a servicemember is exempt from personal property taxes. I know that the DMV was notified that Hubby is military, and the entire past month of communication with the commissioner of revenue, I've stated multiple times that we moved because of the military. So why are we paying this??
I'm sending them a check. Not because I'm sick of arguing (I'd argue about this until I'm blue in the face) and not because I think they're right. I just don't want our credit to be ruined by something so stupid. So fuck you, Portsmouth VA. You may be getting my $400, but you'll also be getting the wrath of a pissed off biatch. Get ready.
1/29/11
It's a good day
2 pees on the potty
1 dry bed
0 accidents
Could it be that LB is finally on his way to being potty trained??
PS- For all you who commented on this post, thank you for the votes of encouragement! I'm glad I didn't give up. And while I was typing, I fully intended on letting Hubby know that I was going insane, but he beat me to the punch (I must have been sending telepathic FML messages to him, or maybe he just read the blog). Had a nice gym / laundromat time yesterday alone, and came home to portobella fajitas, yum. :) As much as I ranted, he really is a great hubby and a great dad. I was just in the worst of moods that day and took it out on him and the boys. Bad me! I had a long convo with my mom, and she put me back into perspective. My fav quote from her: The entire world is potty trained, it'll happen! :)
1 dry bed
0 accidents
Could it be that LB is finally on his way to being potty trained??
PS- For all you who commented on this post, thank you for the votes of encouragement! I'm glad I didn't give up. And while I was typing, I fully intended on letting Hubby know that I was going insane, but he beat me to the punch (I must have been sending telepathic FML messages to him, or maybe he just read the blog). Had a nice gym / laundromat time yesterday alone, and came home to portobella fajitas, yum. :) As much as I ranted, he really is a great hubby and a great dad. I was just in the worst of moods that day and took it out on him and the boys. Bad me! I had a long convo with my mom, and she put me back into perspective. My fav quote from her: The entire world is potty trained, it'll happen! :)
1/28/11
Milspouse Friday Fill-in #28
1.If you were a famous movie star, what types of movies would you star in?
I would probably be typecast as the geek, so probably high school type flicks? But if it were up to me, I'd choose some action movies, because that's where all the hot guys work. :)
2.What is a vacation you would like to take if money were no object?
Easy- travel around Europe for as long as it takes to see everything I want to see.
3.Did you have pets growing up?
A German Shepherd named Heidi. She was very loyal to the family, although not so nice to strangers.
4.What do you do for exercise?
I run, swim, hit stuff, etc.
5.What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever received as a MilSpouse?
Take it one day at a time. I don't know where I originally heard it, but it's definitely what I do.
Head over to Wife of a Sailor to join in!
I would probably be typecast as the geek, so probably high school type flicks? But if it were up to me, I'd choose some action movies, because that's where all the hot guys work. :)
2.What is a vacation you would like to take if money were no object?
Easy- travel around Europe for as long as it takes to see everything I want to see.
3.Did you have pets growing up?
A German Shepherd named Heidi. She was very loyal to the family, although not so nice to strangers.
4.What do you do for exercise?
I run, swim, hit stuff, etc.
5.What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever received as a MilSpouse?
Take it one day at a time. I don't know where I originally heard it, but it's definitely what I do.
Head over to Wife of a Sailor to join in!
1/27/11
NOT having a good day.
*WARNING: This post contains swear words, so don't read it if you don't like them.
I'm irritable this morning. It doesn't seem like I can do anything right, which is a feeling I truly hate. Potty training is a huge part of it. LB's being so fucking stubborn, I'm going crazy. All these people that say "You can potty train in three days" need to go fucking put a bullet in their head.
It's day 3, and we are actually doing worse than day 1. He won't pee on the potty, even though he says he likes it and likes sitting on it. As soon as he stands up, he goes into the living room and leaves a huge puddle on the floor. I'm getting really sick of cleaning up shit and getting it all over me.
Speaking of that, I'm insanely irritable because I haven't showered since Monday morning. I don't have time during the day because LB will pee while I'm out of sight, and when Hubby comes home, I feel guilty taking time away from him. Stupid, right?
Speaking of that, I'm getting super fucking irritated with his food thing. He'll buy food that I don't like, then tell me that I have to eat it before it goes bad. He gets pissed when I give his orange juice to the kids (what are we, in college, sharing a fucking fridge??) and tells me that I need to figure out how to grill the mushrooms, even though he's offered to make dinner.
I guess it's not really the stupid mushrooms that's getting me pissed. I'm bitterly resentful. I want to get away and get out of the house, even if it's to write an ass-long thesis. At least he's doing it in quiet, without anyone else's bodily fluids all over him, and actually using his fucking brain. He can drive in silence to work every day, have conversations with people over the age of three that don't involve peeing and pooping and Elmo, and he can actually put food in his mouth uninterrupted.
I didn't eat yesterday between when he left at 7am and when he made dinner at 6pm. Between a needy, clingy 16 month old and a stubborn 3 year old learning to pee on the potty, I literally didn't have a second to myself.
LB peed the bed this morning. I have an extra set of sheets and a mattress pad, but we have no dryer. I need to wash them and hang them to dry, then fucking pray to the gods that they are dry by tomorrow. I'd take them to the laundromat, but I can't leave the house since LB doesn't get the concept of not shitting his pants, and frankly doesn't care if he does.
I just feel like I'm being shit on, literally and figuratively, and I fucking hate it. I'm constantly taking care of someone else and hardly ever have any time for myself. And that was before potty training. Now, I'm lucky if I brush my teeth once a day. I don't like giving and giving myself to get nothing but shit in return.
No wonder I'm bitter and pouty and a bitch.
But what to do? Someone has to work, which obviously isn't me. So I guess that automatically leaves me in the traditional stay-at-home mommy role, but once the boys are in bed, that leaves me time to do the things I couldn't get to during the day. But what will that do to our marriage? Hubby's away from me all day, then when he gets home, I don't spend time with him?
If you are going or went through this, what did you do? How did you manage to balance everything without feeling like a used doormat? I'm just trying to do it all without losing myself in the process, but I don't see a way.
*Fucking holy shit, did my washer seriously just have to break down today?????
I'm irritable this morning. It doesn't seem like I can do anything right, which is a feeling I truly hate. Potty training is a huge part of it. LB's being so fucking stubborn, I'm going crazy. All these people that say "You can potty train in three days" need to go fucking put a bullet in their head.
It's day 3, and we are actually doing worse than day 1. He won't pee on the potty, even though he says he likes it and likes sitting on it. As soon as he stands up, he goes into the living room and leaves a huge puddle on the floor. I'm getting really sick of cleaning up shit and getting it all over me.
Speaking of that, I'm insanely irritable because I haven't showered since Monday morning. I don't have time during the day because LB will pee while I'm out of sight, and when Hubby comes home, I feel guilty taking time away from him. Stupid, right?
Speaking of that, I'm getting super fucking irritated with his food thing. He'll buy food that I don't like, then tell me that I have to eat it before it goes bad. He gets pissed when I give his orange juice to the kids (what are we, in college, sharing a fucking fridge??) and tells me that I need to figure out how to grill the mushrooms, even though he's offered to make dinner.
I guess it's not really the stupid mushrooms that's getting me pissed. I'm bitterly resentful. I want to get away and get out of the house, even if it's to write an ass-long thesis. At least he's doing it in quiet, without anyone else's bodily fluids all over him, and actually using his fucking brain. He can drive in silence to work every day, have conversations with people over the age of three that don't involve peeing and pooping and Elmo, and he can actually put food in his mouth uninterrupted.
I didn't eat yesterday between when he left at 7am and when he made dinner at 6pm. Between a needy, clingy 16 month old and a stubborn 3 year old learning to pee on the potty, I literally didn't have a second to myself.
LB peed the bed this morning. I have an extra set of sheets and a mattress pad, but we have no dryer. I need to wash them and hang them to dry, then fucking pray to the gods that they are dry by tomorrow. I'd take them to the laundromat, but I can't leave the house since LB doesn't get the concept of not shitting his pants, and frankly doesn't care if he does.
I just feel like I'm being shit on, literally and figuratively, and I fucking hate it. I'm constantly taking care of someone else and hardly ever have any time for myself. And that was before potty training. Now, I'm lucky if I brush my teeth once a day. I don't like giving and giving myself to get nothing but shit in return.
No wonder I'm bitter and pouty and a bitch.
But what to do? Someone has to work, which obviously isn't me. So I guess that automatically leaves me in the traditional stay-at-home mommy role, but once the boys are in bed, that leaves me time to do the things I couldn't get to during the day. But what will that do to our marriage? Hubby's away from me all day, then when he gets home, I don't spend time with him?
If you are going or went through this, what did you do? How did you manage to balance everything without feeling like a used doormat? I'm just trying to do it all without losing myself in the process, but I don't see a way.
*Fucking holy shit, did my washer seriously just have to break down today?????
1/26/11
This totally makes sense.
This week (tomorrow, in fact) is Thomas Crapper's birthday. You know, the guy who invented the porcelain chair, the loo, the big boy potty... whatever you're calling a toilet these days.
Coincidentally, LB is potty training this week for good. It's as if we subconsciously knew Crapper's bday was this week.
I'm seriously sick of changing big man poop diapers. And I really think he's old enough to get the concept. The reasons I've waited are:
1. I'm not very patient when it comes to this. I didn't want to struggle month after month with potty training someone who doesn't care if he's sitting in his own shit.
2. It's actually infinitely easier to keep him in diapers. I knew when he had to be changed, I didn't have to worry about him peeing everywhere, and I could actually, like, leave the house.
3. There really wasn't a need to get him out of diapers, so I suppose I was just lazy.
But I want the kid to be social and go out and join gymnastics classes and such... which he needs to be potty trained for. And really, he's 3, it's about time he learns. He's a smart kid, but stubborn, and has been using the power struggle over the potty to "win". No more- I've taken a hard stance now and we're not going back to diapers, even if it does take months.
Today, he's peed on the big boy potty (he won't do anything on the "toy potty") twice. He's also peed on the floor twice. We've spent more time in the bathroom, him sitting on the potty and me doing sudoku next to him, than we've spent doing anything else.
But at least he's learning. *sigh*
I used to be a very patient person. I used to think I could handle this. Sometime in my 20s, I lost all that patience.
When he did pee on the potty, I jumped around like a friggin fool, flailing my arms and doing a little dance, shouting "Yay, Lewis! You pee-peed on the potty! YAY! I'm so proud of you!" He would smile really big and say, "I did it, Mommy! I pee-peed on the potty!" That kinda makes it worth it, to see him so excited and so proud.
But for the remainder of the potty training days, I'm going to need a lot of alcohol and chocolate to get me through this.
Coincidentally, LB is potty training this week for good. It's as if we subconsciously knew Crapper's bday was this week.
I'm seriously sick of changing big man poop diapers. And I really think he's old enough to get the concept. The reasons I've waited are:
1. I'm not very patient when it comes to this. I didn't want to struggle month after month with potty training someone who doesn't care if he's sitting in his own shit.
2. It's actually infinitely easier to keep him in diapers. I knew when he had to be changed, I didn't have to worry about him peeing everywhere, and I could actually, like, leave the house.
3. There really wasn't a need to get him out of diapers, so I suppose I was just lazy.
But I want the kid to be social and go out and join gymnastics classes and such... which he needs to be potty trained for. And really, he's 3, it's about time he learns. He's a smart kid, but stubborn, and has been using the power struggle over the potty to "win". No more- I've taken a hard stance now and we're not going back to diapers, even if it does take months.
Today, he's peed on the big boy potty (he won't do anything on the "toy potty") twice. He's also peed on the floor twice. We've spent more time in the bathroom, him sitting on the potty and me doing sudoku next to him, than we've spent doing anything else.
But at least he's learning. *sigh*
I used to be a very patient person. I used to think I could handle this. Sometime in my 20s, I lost all that patience.
When he did pee on the potty, I jumped around like a friggin fool, flailing my arms and doing a little dance, shouting "Yay, Lewis! You pee-peed on the potty! YAY! I'm so proud of you!" He would smile really big and say, "I did it, Mommy! I pee-peed on the potty!" That kinda makes it worth it, to see him so excited and so proud.
But for the remainder of the potty training days, I'm going to need a lot of alcohol and chocolate to get me through this.
1/24/11
Plans for the next 24 hours
1. Start taking huge, gigantic horse pills of augmentin to get rid of this month-long sinus infection.
2. See my good friend, Dr. K. Dump the kids on her while Hubby and I run out of the house.
3. Go on an actual date with Hubby to see the Rach 3 performed.
4. Come home and make plans with Dr. K for this week... that is, if she isn't sick of us yet.
5. Take one more gigantic horse pill, go to sleep, then...
6. Chuck all diapers for LB and start potty training for good.
The next 24 hours isn't all that bad. It's what comes after them... the potty training. LB has never done anything gradually. It's always taken the cold turkey method, so that's what we're going to do. *sigh* A lot of my friends are saying how their kids just potty trained themselves- I totally envy them right now. :)
2. See my good friend, Dr. K. Dump the kids on her while Hubby and I run out of the house.
3. Go on an actual date with Hubby to see the Rach 3 performed.
4. Come home and make plans with Dr. K for this week... that is, if she isn't sick of us yet.
5. Take one more gigantic horse pill, go to sleep, then...
6. Chuck all diapers for LB and start potty training for good.
The next 24 hours isn't all that bad. It's what comes after them... the potty training. LB has never done anything gradually. It's always taken the cold turkey method, so that's what we're going to do. *sigh* A lot of my friends are saying how their kids just potty trained themselves- I totally envy them right now. :)
1/23/11
Woohoo!!
Today is the day I broke through into the 140s!
I weighed in this morning at 149.5 lbs. Okay, so I barely broke 150, but it's a start. And I'm friggin celebrating. :)
I'd yell and scream and shout, but my throat is very sore (still fighting my way through this chest cold from hell). And I'd do a backflip if I was sure I wouldn't break my neck, ha.
I'm just very happy and excited! Yay! :)
I weighed in this morning at 149.5 lbs. Okay, so I barely broke 150, but it's a start. And I'm friggin celebrating. :)
I'd yell and scream and shout, but my throat is very sore (still fighting my way through this chest cold from hell). And I'd do a backflip if I was sure I wouldn't break my neck, ha.
I'm just very happy and excited! Yay! :)
1/21/11
An unexpected good day!
So this morning, as I'm laying in bed after dreaming about Brad Pitt, I stretched my back and put my feet on the floor. I'd been tossing and turning all night because of nature's floodlight the full moon shining into our bed room, tricking me into thinking it was morning. By the time it actually was morning, I was tired and not really looking forward to the day. But hey, it started out with making out with Brad Pitt, so it couldn't be that bad.
I stepped on the scale this morning and nearly did a back flip. It read 150! A zero!! I was friggin elated. I can't wait to finally break into the 140s and start to feel like "my old self". I use quotes because I'm really still the same person, but I do wish I was as comfortable in my own skin as I used to be.
I came downstairs to the boys being fed by Hubby. And they ate well, really well. Phew. After Hubby left for the day, I checked out some kid-friendly websites, looking for something to do and stumbled upon story time at the library.
Remember our first foray into story time at the library? You can understand why I was a little hesitant to go back there, but I figured since LB was older and could rationalize a little better, it would be okay.
It was more than okay! LB still was the most, ahem, energetic kid there and didn't want to sit still, but he actually was interested in the stories and loved the songs. He even attempted to do the craft, which was cutting out a little cow and gluing it to the popcicle stick (he ended up giving the cow fringe and cutting off his head, but at least he tried). JC was content to color with crayons and hide behind me during the songs. I actually talked to some nice ladies and LB even played with a few friends afterwards. Overall, I was definitely the mom with the active kid- one gal even pointed out to me, "You have your hands full!" Um yeah, I knew that already, haha. But the boys were polite and we left without a fuss.
Phew! I'm amazed we made it there and back without any major meltdowns. And I'm so proud of LB for saying "please" and "thank you", and for asking his friends if he could have a turn, instead of just ripping the toys from the other childrens' hands. The librarian even asked if we would come back next week- I thought for sure they wouldn't even let us in the door after our first visit. :)
I needed a good day. It's been very... unsure around here. I don't want to say anything in particular, because I have no idea what will happen, but what I thought our year would be like might not actually end up that way. It's difficult to live so up-in-the-air. I like having plans, even if they are tentative. The waiting game sucks. I have nothing to say any more because I don't know what's going to happen. Sorry for being cryptic, but the nothing-ness is really weighing on me.
On a lighter note, I'm going to end this great day with my first attempt at homemade pad thai, yummmm!
I stepped on the scale this morning and nearly did a back flip. It read 150! A zero!! I was friggin elated. I can't wait to finally break into the 140s and start to feel like "my old self". I use quotes because I'm really still the same person, but I do wish I was as comfortable in my own skin as I used to be.
I came downstairs to the boys being fed by Hubby. And they ate well, really well. Phew. After Hubby left for the day, I checked out some kid-friendly websites, looking for something to do and stumbled upon story time at the library.
Remember our first foray into story time at the library? You can understand why I was a little hesitant to go back there, but I figured since LB was older and could rationalize a little better, it would be okay.
It was more than okay! LB still was the most, ahem, energetic kid there and didn't want to sit still, but he actually was interested in the stories and loved the songs. He even attempted to do the craft, which was cutting out a little cow and gluing it to the popcicle stick (he ended up giving the cow fringe and cutting off his head, but at least he tried). JC was content to color with crayons and hide behind me during the songs. I actually talked to some nice ladies and LB even played with a few friends afterwards. Overall, I was definitely the mom with the active kid- one gal even pointed out to me, "You have your hands full!" Um yeah, I knew that already, haha. But the boys were polite and we left without a fuss.
Phew! I'm amazed we made it there and back without any major meltdowns. And I'm so proud of LB for saying "please" and "thank you", and for asking his friends if he could have a turn, instead of just ripping the toys from the other childrens' hands. The librarian even asked if we would come back next week- I thought for sure they wouldn't even let us in the door after our first visit. :)
I needed a good day. It's been very... unsure around here. I don't want to say anything in particular, because I have no idea what will happen, but what I thought our year would be like might not actually end up that way. It's difficult to live so up-in-the-air. I like having plans, even if they are tentative. The waiting game sucks. I have nothing to say any more because I don't know what's going to happen. Sorry for being cryptic, but the nothing-ness is really weighing on me.
On a lighter note, I'm going to end this great day with my first attempt at homemade pad thai, yummmm!
Milspouse Friday Fill-in #27
1.What do you usually want to know about someone when meeting them for the first time?
I like to know people's names, but that's easy. There's nothing else I ask specifically- I usually just let the conversation take its course. If you're a weirdo, then the conversation ends, but if I find you intruiging, then we keep talking.
My first response to this question was, I'd like to know what level of crazy they're on. Are they just a little quirky, or are they full-blown psycho? I figured I'd sound cynical, but you know what? I guess I am a little. :)
2.Would you rather know everything about your spouse, or be regularly surprised?
I like to know everything. Sometimes he surprises me, but I generally would rather be in the know.
3.If you could live in one city for the rest of your life, where would you live?
Yikes, that's hard to narrow down! There are lots of cities I like for different reasons. Hm. Maybe Portsmouth, NH? So cute! Although, in the winter, so cold.
4.When you go out of town, what one material thing do you ALWAYS take?
I usually take clothes. I think most people do. ;)
Okay, I'll stop being a wise-ass. Besides the obvious, I always take my hair straightener, which is funny because I rarely actually get a chance to use it.
5.Using no more than 10 nouns, and ONLY nouns, describe yourself.
Nouns? Lemme think (person, place, or thing.... had to remind myself what a noun actually is, ha):
Mommy (duh)
Navy wife
Musician
NH-ite at heart
Sometimes tomboy
Sometimes girly-girl
Biatch (aren't we all just a teensy bit?)
Independent thinker
Dog lover
Self-advocate
I like to know people's names, but that's easy. There's nothing else I ask specifically- I usually just let the conversation take its course. If you're a weirdo, then the conversation ends, but if I find you intruiging, then we keep talking.
My first response to this question was, I'd like to know what level of crazy they're on. Are they just a little quirky, or are they full-blown psycho? I figured I'd sound cynical, but you know what? I guess I am a little. :)
2.Would you rather know everything about your spouse, or be regularly surprised?
I like to know everything. Sometimes he surprises me, but I generally would rather be in the know.
3.If you could live in one city for the rest of your life, where would you live?
Yikes, that's hard to narrow down! There are lots of cities I like for different reasons. Hm. Maybe Portsmouth, NH? So cute! Although, in the winter, so cold.
4.When you go out of town, what one material thing do you ALWAYS take?
I usually take clothes. I think most people do. ;)
Okay, I'll stop being a wise-ass. Besides the obvious, I always take my hair straightener, which is funny because I rarely actually get a chance to use it.
5.Using no more than 10 nouns, and ONLY nouns, describe yourself.
Nouns? Lemme think (person, place, or thing.... had to remind myself what a noun actually is, ha):
Mommy (duh)
Navy wife
Musician
NH-ite at heart
Sometimes tomboy
Sometimes girly-girl
Biatch (aren't we all just a teensy bit?)
Independent thinker
Dog lover
Self-advocate
1/19/11
30 is the new 60... at least, in my world.
Boy, did I have a rough night the other night. I finally got around to checking out the pics from Spain, and noticed that in all the pics of me, I have laugh lines. You know, those small lines around the mouth that appear only if you're smiling? I decided my only choices now are to smile and deal with it, or become a sour puss and never smile again. Plus, I'm getting some noticeable crow's feet. Sweet.
After hunching over the computer for awhile, my back started to ache, so I laid down on this Spine Worx thing. It has two padded ridges that are supposed to go alongside your spine as you lay on it, relieving pressure from the back. I was laying on it for about two minutes when I had to cough really hard.
Holy shit, I never felt so much pain in my back ever. It was so bad that Hubby had to literally pick me up because I couldn't sit up on my own or roll over. Hell, I couldn't even move! The rest of the night, I sat in the middle of a mound of pillows and had to hobble to bed like my 63 year old dad.
Seriously, Mother Nature, did I really need that bitch slap? I mean, you couldn't have waited until after I'd gotten over my old face to beat up on my old back?
After hunching over the computer for awhile, my back started to ache, so I laid down on this Spine Worx thing. It has two padded ridges that are supposed to go alongside your spine as you lay on it, relieving pressure from the back. I was laying on it for about two minutes when I had to cough really hard.
Holy shit, I never felt so much pain in my back ever. It was so bad that Hubby had to literally pick me up because I couldn't sit up on my own or roll over. Hell, I couldn't even move! The rest of the night, I sat in the middle of a mound of pillows and had to hobble to bed like my 63 year old dad.
Seriously, Mother Nature, did I really need that bitch slap? I mean, you couldn't have waited until after I'd gotten over my old face to beat up on my old back?
1/15/11
Happy 3rd Birthday, LB!
January 15, 2008
January 15, 2009
January 15, 2010
Here's to a very happy January 15, 2011!
1/14/11
Milspouse Friday Fill-in #26
1.What are you looking forward to most in 2011?
I'm looking forward to spending a fall in New England. It's completely idyllic and I love every aspect of it.
2.What is something random you do on a boring night when your significant other is away?
I give myself a facial, or paint my nails, or watch some totally girly movie, like Princess Diaries. During Hubby's last deployment, I became addicted to NCIS, which he hates, so now I only watch it when he's not home.
3.What has been your greatest adventure as a MilSpouse?
Moving from Hawaii to CA. We knew it would take a long time to move our stuff, so we shipped our household goods and cars a month early. Which means, we spent a month in our house, on an air mattress with no furniture, dishes, etc. And I was recovering from a c-section, had a broken toe, and a then-unknown broken pelvis. And, we did all this with a 22 month old and a 10 week old. It was definitely an adventure... I don't know how we did it. :)
4.What is the ugliest fashion trend you ever bought into (I’d like to make fun of you, so can you please provide a picture as well)?
LOL, I don't have any pictures of this on hand, but I actually wore Skidz (think: ridiculously patterned Hammer pants). And I totally pegged my pants and wore layered colored socks. And feathered my bangs. Hey, it was the 80s!
5.What was the high point of last month?
Landing in Spain and seeing Barcelona and Sevilla for the first time. I've wanted to go to Europe for so long, that it was almost surreal that we were actually there.
Head on over to Wife of a Sailor to link up!
I'm looking forward to spending a fall in New England. It's completely idyllic and I love every aspect of it.
2.What is something random you do on a boring night when your significant other is away?
I give myself a facial, or paint my nails, or watch some totally girly movie, like Princess Diaries. During Hubby's last deployment, I became addicted to NCIS, which he hates, so now I only watch it when he's not home.
3.What has been your greatest adventure as a MilSpouse?
Moving from Hawaii to CA. We knew it would take a long time to move our stuff, so we shipped our household goods and cars a month early. Which means, we spent a month in our house, on an air mattress with no furniture, dishes, etc. And I was recovering from a c-section, had a broken toe, and a then-unknown broken pelvis. And, we did all this with a 22 month old and a 10 week old. It was definitely an adventure... I don't know how we did it. :)
4.What is the ugliest fashion trend you ever bought into (I’d like to make fun of you, so can you please provide a picture as well)?
LOL, I don't have any pictures of this on hand, but I actually wore Skidz (think: ridiculously patterned Hammer pants). And I totally pegged my pants and wore layered colored socks. And feathered my bangs. Hey, it was the 80s!
5.What was the high point of last month?
Landing in Spain and seeing Barcelona and Sevilla for the first time. I've wanted to go to Europe for so long, that it was almost surreal that we were actually there.
Head on over to Wife of a Sailor to link up!
1/12/11
This is the only time that giving hair as a present is acceptable.
I've donated my hair to Locks of Love three times in my life, and this past Christmas was my fourth. I'd been waiting to see Amy (see My Awesome List tab), and I knew that she'd do a great job cutting my hair. What I didn't realize is that it was long enough to donate it, but I figured, what the hell, someone out there needs it and it's driving me bat-shit crazy.
She cut a FOOT of my hair off! A foot!! And it's still well past my shoulders.
Damn, I didn't realize my hair had gotten that out of control. But I feel good donating it. After all, I "have a unique head of hair", aka I've got a friggin shit-ton of hair, even though I'm past the age when it starts to thin out. So if I can help a little kid get a natural hair wig, then I'm all onboard for that.
My dad has the before and after pics. I'll have to have him email them to me. It's pretty amazing to see someone chop 12 inches of hair off your head.
Stop by Locks of Love if you're thinking of donating hair. It must be at least 10 inches and it's for a really great cause!
She cut a FOOT of my hair off! A foot!! And it's still well past my shoulders.
Damn, I didn't realize my hair had gotten that out of control. But I feel good donating it. After all, I "have a unique head of hair", aka I've got a friggin shit-ton of hair, even though I'm past the age when it starts to thin out. So if I can help a little kid get a natural hair wig, then I'm all onboard for that.
My dad has the before and after pics. I'll have to have him email them to me. It's pretty amazing to see someone chop 12 inches of hair off your head.
Stop by Locks of Love if you're thinking of donating hair. It must be at least 10 inches and it's for a really great cause!
1/11/11
Wow, I've found the secret to losing weight
Seriously, I'm dropping weight like crazy right now.
Hubby decided he wanted to eat vegan, so I jumped on board, simply because I wanted to try it and because I didn't want to cook separate meals for us. I'm already cooking separate meals for the boys- I didn't need to add another menu.
I started Sunday, after getting home from NH. It's now Tuesday, two days later, and I've lost four pounds. Four pounds!! I weighed in this morning at 151.5 lbs. That's the lowest I've weighed since after LB was born!
I can't say that we're totally vegan. I still use cheese and milk once in awhile, although we've switched to Silk. And I'm certainly not pushing it on the kids- LB's diet is already limited. And I'm definitely not going to be one of those annoying people who can't eat out because there are no vegan choices- I'll still eat chicken once in awhile. But being on this diet for just a few days, I feel so good! Definitely less chocolate cravings and of course the awesome weight loss results thus far. I thought I'd feel completely ravenous on this diet, but it's funny, I don't.
I'm not really touting this lifestyle as a weight loss solution, but I'm sure if more people adopted a vegetarian or vegan choice a few times a week, perhaps it would work for others, too.
I was incredibly apprehensive at first, because it was very foreign to me and I didn't think I'd be able to stomach life without meat. I'm still a little freaked out, but it's been surprisingly easy to eliminate animal products. Although, I'm still a cheese lover and definitely can't cut that out completely. :)
What do you think? Do you eat vegetarian or vegan? All the time, or a few times a week? Or does the whole concept turn you off?
Hubby decided he wanted to eat vegan, so I jumped on board, simply because I wanted to try it and because I didn't want to cook separate meals for us. I'm already cooking separate meals for the boys- I didn't need to add another menu.
I started Sunday, after getting home from NH. It's now Tuesday, two days later, and I've lost four pounds. Four pounds!! I weighed in this morning at 151.5 lbs. That's the lowest I've weighed since after LB was born!
I can't say that we're totally vegan. I still use cheese and milk once in awhile, although we've switched to Silk. And I'm certainly not pushing it on the kids- LB's diet is already limited. And I'm definitely not going to be one of those annoying people who can't eat out because there are no vegan choices- I'll still eat chicken once in awhile. But being on this diet for just a few days, I feel so good! Definitely less chocolate cravings and of course the awesome weight loss results thus far. I thought I'd feel completely ravenous on this diet, but it's funny, I don't.
I'm not really touting this lifestyle as a weight loss solution, but I'm sure if more people adopted a vegetarian or vegan choice a few times a week, perhaps it would work for others, too.
I was incredibly apprehensive at first, because it was very foreign to me and I didn't think I'd be able to stomach life without meat. I'm still a little freaked out, but it's been surprisingly easy to eliminate animal products. Although, I'm still a cheese lover and definitely can't cut that out completely. :)
What do you think? Do you eat vegetarian or vegan? All the time, or a few times a week? Or does the whole concept turn you off?
1/10/11
Back to life, back to reality
Well, our vacation has ended. We had a great time in NH, visiting family and having a white Christmas (first one in a long time!). Hubby and I had a great time in Spain- spent three days in Barcelona, then three days in Sevilla. I never thought cigarette smoke bothered me too much until I went to Spain where everybody smokes. Really, EVERYBODY. I ended up getting bronchitis, then a flu about two days into the week, which made walking around the city at Hubby's pace difficult. But we still had fun... even though I got completely felt up by the Madrid TSA. Lucky me, the US government flagged me at random for a thorough search. I didn't give a shit about getting patted down, but I did think it was completely ironic that I have access to any US military base and I've been on board ships before, yet I was picked to be investigated. Seriously.
I spent an extra week in NH with my parents while Hubby came back to CA to start classes. I suppose it was a good thing, because the boys both got upper respiratory infections and conjunctivitis, as did both of my parents. We were able to let the virus take its course before flying, which I'm sure helped with the boys, but I still had to fly with a cooler of liquid antibiotics from coast to coast.
Okay, flying with a two year old and a one year old..... soooooo not happening again. It really wasn't all that bad, but that's because I was completely exhausted by the end of it. The airline changed our flight from BOS to SFO direct to BOS to Denver, then Denver to SFO. Then, we had to take a little puddle-jumper to MRY, so it ended up being three flights. Ugh. We were fortunate to sit next to some great people on all the flights, thank god, but it was still something that I never want to do again. LB was so cranky by the last flight that he screamed every time I held his seatbelt on (I seriously thought we might get thrown off the flight because he wouldn't sit down and screeched every time I held him down). JC managed to get an hour nap on the first flight, but not before throwing a huge tantrum. And the cherry on the cake, the batteries in LB's new VTech reader died as soon as we took off on the first flight. I was pretty much banking on that thing to occupy him for most of the trip!
So, I know I glossed over the good stuff and just bitched about the not-so-good stuff, but I'm still sick, going on my third week of bronchitis, and I just needed to get all that out. Besides, whateva, I do what I want! :) Hubby has all the Spain pics on his computer, so I'll leave off with a pic of me & JC on Christmas Eve:
I spent an extra week in NH with my parents while Hubby came back to CA to start classes. I suppose it was a good thing, because the boys both got upper respiratory infections and conjunctivitis, as did both of my parents. We were able to let the virus take its course before flying, which I'm sure helped with the boys, but I still had to fly with a cooler of liquid antibiotics from coast to coast.
Okay, flying with a two year old and a one year old..... soooooo not happening again. It really wasn't all that bad, but that's because I was completely exhausted by the end of it. The airline changed our flight from BOS to SFO direct to BOS to Denver, then Denver to SFO. Then, we had to take a little puddle-jumper to MRY, so it ended up being three flights. Ugh. We were fortunate to sit next to some great people on all the flights, thank god, but it was still something that I never want to do again. LB was so cranky by the last flight that he screamed every time I held his seatbelt on (I seriously thought we might get thrown off the flight because he wouldn't sit down and screeched every time I held him down). JC managed to get an hour nap on the first flight, but not before throwing a huge tantrum. And the cherry on the cake, the batteries in LB's new VTech reader died as soon as we took off on the first flight. I was pretty much banking on that thing to occupy him for most of the trip!
So, I know I glossed over the good stuff and just bitched about the not-so-good stuff, but I'm still sick, going on my third week of bronchitis, and I just needed to get all that out. Besides, whateva, I do what I want! :) Hubby has all the Spain pics on his computer, so I'll leave off with a pic of me & JC on Christmas Eve:
1/3/11
Happy New Year!
Hey all you readers, happy new year!
....What? You wanted to know what I've been up to for the past two weeks? Huh. Well, sorry, but it's going to have to wait until I can form a cohesive post, but I'll tell you that this was a friggin fantastic Christmas / New Years.
PS, I'm sick as a dog, so if I don't hug you (like, in real life), I apologize. Just trying to keep my spanish germs to myself. :)
....What? You wanted to know what I've been up to for the past two weeks? Huh. Well, sorry, but it's going to have to wait until I can form a cohesive post, but I'll tell you that this was a friggin fantastic Christmas / New Years.
PS, I'm sick as a dog, so if I don't hug you (like, in real life), I apologize. Just trying to keep my spanish germs to myself. :)
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