1. Forgot about my doc appt- need to find last minute sitter.
2. LB is eating the bowl of dog food; Puppy is eating the bowl of Cheerios. Whiskey tango foxtrot??
3. There are two flies that buzz by my head whenever I put the fly swatter down. F*ckers.
4. Friggin sick of the wife drama. Enough already.
5. LB is pissed because I won't let him play with the toilet brush, used fly swatter, or pair of scissors he pulled off the counter.
6. Wishing my son spoke intelligently so I could speak intelligently back. Right now, it's just me saying "no" and a bunch of cuss words flying out my mouth.
7. Feel like a terrible mom for swearing at my toddler.
8. Not sure if we should keep Puppy- he's increasingly aggressive to LB. But LB instigates. And doesn't listen when I say "no" to smacking Puppy in the face or pulling his ears.
9. There's a mosquito colony living in my son's room that I can't find. He wakes up every morning with more bites on him.
10. Have been feeling like I'm treading water during this deployment, but today I feel like I'm drowning. Can't get anything done while LB is awake.
11. Fighting pregnancy sniffles. I've gone through boxes of tissues. Not sure if it's actually allergies, but I don't think allergies cause nosebleeds.
12. Wish Puppy would stop sticking his wet nose all over me. Dog slobber = gross.
13. I don't know, and don't care to know, random people that may be related to me genetically in the slightest. Stop friend-requesting me, sending me messages, writing on my wall, etc. I'd shut down my facebook, but I don't want to. I may just end up blocking those people- I have no problem taking people off that interfere with my normal life. Yes, it was nice to know my "roots", but I'm done. Please take the hint when I don't talk to you, or respond to you!! And don't even think about friend-requesting my husband and other relatives again.
14. I wish Puppy would stop looking at me with this dejected look in his eyes when I give LB a cookie or something. I don't friggin starve the dog- he has food. He gets treats. They're just not people-food treats. Get over it, Puppy, it's never gonna happen, so quit your begging!
The good news: ultrasound today which means pictures possibly, installed and set up my printer to work wirelessly and felt like Bill Gates, and only 11 more weeks until baby #2 is born.
6/28/09
You know you're a Navy wife when...
1. You go to a civilian grocery store, flash your dependent ID, then freak out because you didn't go to an ATM to tip the baggers.
2. You don't bat an eye when your husband says he needs to use the head.
3. You think cars that don't have colorful stickers on the windshield look funny.
4. You can whip up a dish in just a few minutes to take to that potluck today that your husband just told you about.
5. Your appreciation for email and phone conversations is much greater than the average woman.
6. You can move across the country with two weeks notice.
7. You know all those Navy acronyms and what they mean (most of the time!).
8. You can manage a household all on your own during a deployment.
Feel free to leave a comment finishing "You know you're a Navy wife when..."! :)
2. You don't bat an eye when your husband says he needs to use the head.
3. You think cars that don't have colorful stickers on the windshield look funny.
4. You can whip up a dish in just a few minutes to take to that potluck today that your husband just told you about.
5. Your appreciation for email and phone conversations is much greater than the average woman.
6. You can move across the country with two weeks notice.
7. You know all those Navy acronyms and what they mean (most of the time!).
8. You can manage a household all on your own during a deployment.
Feel free to leave a comment finishing "You know you're a Navy wife when..."! :)
6/25/09
Warning: Bitchy rant ahead. Proceed with caution.
1. No unsolicited advice, please. Do I even need to say that? It's rude- don't do it.
2. Don't assume I'm a complete f-ing moron. Or I'll kick your a$$.
3. Is it wrong of me to think that it's rude to throw a kid's birthday party a month early, because the family is moving away? It seems like an attempt to get as many presents as possible before moving to a place where they don't know anyone. If you really want to get everyone together one last time, just throw a friggin farewell party. Don't try to trick us and disguise it as your kid's birthday party, because I can see through that. You don't really care about seeing people again- you just want free stuff for your kid.
4. If my car gets another ding or dent or chip in the paint at the commissary parking lot, I will scream at the top of my lungs. Seriously, how does this happen when I park as far away from the entrance as possible???
5. Can someone please invent the Toddler Roomba?? I would love to have one just follow LB around, sucking up all the destruction the kid leaves behind.
6. Since North Korea has the maturity of a tween and has been making increasing threats against the US, I wish OPSEC was followed a little more closely. It's not just about one family, it's about all of them. If you're a sub wife, read Blind Man's Bluff... then imagine our enemies doing the same thing... then try telling me that disclosing the boat's schedule on Facebook is a good idea. Go ahead, try. I will probably punch you in the face.
7. There seems to be a lot more death this year than any other year, with people I know and celebrities. It's getting depressing to hear about how many people are passing away. I hope this streak ends soon.
8. Dinner tonight will be a brownie sundae. Screw nutrition.
9. Just one day and my house is a disater.
2. Don't assume I'm a complete f-ing moron. Or I'll kick your a$$.
3. Is it wrong of me to think that it's rude to throw a kid's birthday party a month early, because the family is moving away? It seems like an attempt to get as many presents as possible before moving to a place where they don't know anyone. If you really want to get everyone together one last time, just throw a friggin farewell party. Don't try to trick us and disguise it as your kid's birthday party, because I can see through that. You don't really care about seeing people again- you just want free stuff for your kid.
4. If my car gets another ding or dent or chip in the paint at the commissary parking lot, I will scream at the top of my lungs. Seriously, how does this happen when I park as far away from the entrance as possible???
5. Can someone please invent the Toddler Roomba?? I would love to have one just follow LB around, sucking up all the destruction the kid leaves behind.
6. Since North Korea has the maturity of a tween and has been making increasing threats against the US, I wish OPSEC was followed a little more closely. It's not just about one family, it's about all of them. If you're a sub wife, read Blind Man's Bluff... then imagine our enemies doing the same thing... then try telling me that disclosing the boat's schedule on Facebook is a good idea. Go ahead, try. I will probably punch you in the face.
7. There seems to be a lot more death this year than any other year, with people I know and celebrities. It's getting depressing to hear about how many people are passing away. I hope this streak ends soon.
8. Dinner tonight will be a brownie sundae. Screw nutrition.
9. Just one day and my house is a disater.
6/22/09
Happy Father's Day
LB doesn't really know what today is. He has no idea what Father's Day means, or even where Daddy is. So I will tell you why I love Hubby as a dad, from my point of view...
1. He is so in love with LB, despite getting peed on, pooped on, and spit up on.
2. He makes so many sacrifices to better our life together as a family.
3. He has changed diapers, given baths, and fed LB bottles, even after working a 16 hour day.
4. He gets excited about new things LB can do.
5. He loves spending time with LB, even when we just chill out at home.
6. He thinks about LB when they are not together, and tapes up pictures of him on the boat instead of naked ladies.
7. He took care of LB for a week while I was laid up in bed after he was born.
We love you Daddy/Hubby!!!
1. He is so in love with LB, despite getting peed on, pooped on, and spit up on.
2. He makes so many sacrifices to better our life together as a family.
3. He has changed diapers, given baths, and fed LB bottles, even after working a 16 hour day.
4. He gets excited about new things LB can do.
5. He loves spending time with LB, even when we just chill out at home.
6. He thinks about LB when they are not together, and tapes up pictures of him on the boat instead of naked ladies.
7. He took care of LB for a week while I was laid up in bed after he was born.
We love you Daddy/Hubby!!!
6/21/09
Warped sense of reality
I am definitely not living a normal life right now. Sometimes I catch myself thinking the strangest things.
For example, just the other day, I was watching this show on tv (probably MTV or something), and I thought how abnormal these girls looked with super-flat stomachs. I actually have become so used to being gigantic and pregnant all the friggin time that it looks weird to me to see girls with flat bellies.
And when I daydream about our future house, I can't escape the renter's mentality. It's nearly impossible to talk myself into making permanent changes to our hypothetical house, like drilling holes or painting, because I'm always thinking, we're so gonna get charged for this. Which is stupid, because when we own a home, who the hell would be charging us?
It's been about five months since Hubby deployed, and even though I miss him, it doesn't seem like it's been so long. The average person doesn't usually go five months without seeing their significant other. Looking at a six month deployment as "not so bad" isn't normal at all.
I guess my version of typical is just really atypical.
For example, just the other day, I was watching this show on tv (probably MTV or something), and I thought how abnormal these girls looked with super-flat stomachs. I actually have become so used to being gigantic and pregnant all the friggin time that it looks weird to me to see girls with flat bellies.
And when I daydream about our future house, I can't escape the renter's mentality. It's nearly impossible to talk myself into making permanent changes to our hypothetical house, like drilling holes or painting, because I'm always thinking, we're so gonna get charged for this. Which is stupid, because when we own a home, who the hell would be charging us?
It's been about five months since Hubby deployed, and even though I miss him, it doesn't seem like it's been so long. The average person doesn't usually go five months without seeing their significant other. Looking at a six month deployment as "not so bad" isn't normal at all.
I guess my version of typical is just really atypical.
6/19/09
Friday recipe
Slow Cooker Coq au Vin
Ingredients:
8 slices of bacon
3 to 3 1/2 lb. cut-up broiler-fryer chicken
4 medium carrots, cut into 2 inch pieces
1/3 cup all-purpose flour
1 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. black pepper
3/4 cup frozen small whole onions
1 cup chicken broth
1 cup dry red wine
1 clove garlic
Bouquet garni (Tie 1/2 tsp dried thyme leaves, 2 large sprigs fresh parsley, and 1 bay leaf in cheesecloth bag or place in tea ball)
3 cups sliced mushrooms
How To:
Cook, drain, and crumble bacon; refrigerate. Cooke chicken in bacon fat over medium heat for 15 minutes or until brown on all sides. Place carrots in 3 1/2 to 6 quart slow cooker. Top with chicken. Mix remaining ingredients except mushrooms and bacon; pour over chicken. Cover and cook on low setting 4 to 6 hours or until juice of chicken is no longer pink when centers of thickest pieces are cut. Stir in mushrooms and bacon. Cover and cook on high heat setting 30 minutes. Remove bouquet garni; skim off excess fat and serve.
*The Larissa Way: Use baby carrots, put the chicken in the cooker raw (forget browning), chop up whatever onion is in the fridge, and just throw the spices in (forget the cheesecloth). I wanted to make it easier for myself! :)
Ingredients:
8 slices of bacon
3 to 3 1/2 lb. cut-up broiler-fryer chicken
4 medium carrots, cut into 2 inch pieces
1/3 cup all-purpose flour
1 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. black pepper
3/4 cup frozen small whole onions
1 cup chicken broth
1 cup dry red wine
1 clove garlic
Bouquet garni (Tie 1/2 tsp dried thyme leaves, 2 large sprigs fresh parsley, and 1 bay leaf in cheesecloth bag or place in tea ball)
3 cups sliced mushrooms
How To:
Cook, drain, and crumble bacon; refrigerate. Cooke chicken in bacon fat over medium heat for 15 minutes or until brown on all sides. Place carrots in 3 1/2 to 6 quart slow cooker. Top with chicken. Mix remaining ingredients except mushrooms and bacon; pour over chicken. Cover and cook on low setting 4 to 6 hours or until juice of chicken is no longer pink when centers of thickest pieces are cut. Stir in mushrooms and bacon. Cover and cook on high heat setting 30 minutes. Remove bouquet garni; skim off excess fat and serve.
*The Larissa Way: Use baby carrots, put the chicken in the cooker raw (forget browning), chop up whatever onion is in the fridge, and just throw the spices in (forget the cheesecloth). I wanted to make it easier for myself! :)
6/17/09
It's one of those days...
I only posted a few hours ago, but it's amazing how quickly your day can go down the crapper.
This guy I knew was murdered in a bar brawl in MA. He used to be engaged to a high school friend of mine. Apparently, he was trying to stick up for someone and ended up dead. In the news article, it says a 24 year old kid was arrested for stabbing a husband and wife during the same bar fight. My guess is that he was trying to break it up. I don't know for sure. But whatever happened, it's a horrible tragedy.
I took a nap during Sesame Street. I've been cranky and tired for weeks now, not to mention the sciatica and heart palpitations. I'm ready for this whole pregnancy thing to be over. During my nap, I found out exactly how much destruction a 17 month old can make.
LB figured out how to unscrew the lid to his sippy cup. He then dumped the contents all over the floor. On the tile? Nope, the carpet. Was it juice or water? Nope, it was milk. A cup of milk all in the carpet. And I ran out of paper towels, so I tried to get as much up as I could, but I know my carpet is still going to reek.
He also tore a few pages out of Hubby's biology textbook. I told Hubby that it was a bad idea to put them on the bookshelf. I mean, it's not like we're going to reread them, and they're expensive! But he did, and LB has been messing with them since he could. I don't plan on telling Hubby about the textbook.
And, LB found my wallet (I have no idea how) and pulled all my credit cards and insurance cards out. Then, he must have thrown them up in the air because they are completely scattered around. I'm still looking for the Blockbuster card.
Still recovering from my harddrive crash, too. Lots of programs were installed before we bought the computer, so now we have to actually pay for them, like Microsoft Office and Works. My biggest irritation is that I lost my address book, so I've been trying to come up with address off the top of my head.
Got an annoying email from a flutist asking where the hell I'd been for the past few rehearsals. Kinda wish I had told her to stuff it. I can barely stay awake during the day- forget about rehearsals lasting 'til 9pm! So I just said I'm too exhausted to go.
The kitchen is a disaster. Wish I could nap during LB's nap, but I'm afraid the dirty dishes will grow legs and jump on me until I wake up.
Only a few good things came from today. The lawn ninjas finally did their job and cut my grass. I'm having dinner with a friend who always is fun to be around. And I'm supposed to skype with my parents. It's not even noon, and I'm ready for this day to be over... and I just caught a whiff of poop. Duty calls.
I wish life came with sick days, or personal days, because I would totally take one today. I just want to sit on my couch all day with a stiff drink in my hand.
This guy I knew was murdered in a bar brawl in MA. He used to be engaged to a high school friend of mine. Apparently, he was trying to stick up for someone and ended up dead. In the news article, it says a 24 year old kid was arrested for stabbing a husband and wife during the same bar fight. My guess is that he was trying to break it up. I don't know for sure. But whatever happened, it's a horrible tragedy.
I took a nap during Sesame Street. I've been cranky and tired for weeks now, not to mention the sciatica and heart palpitations. I'm ready for this whole pregnancy thing to be over. During my nap, I found out exactly how much destruction a 17 month old can make.
LB figured out how to unscrew the lid to his sippy cup. He then dumped the contents all over the floor. On the tile? Nope, the carpet. Was it juice or water? Nope, it was milk. A cup of milk all in the carpet. And I ran out of paper towels, so I tried to get as much up as I could, but I know my carpet is still going to reek.
He also tore a few pages out of Hubby's biology textbook. I told Hubby that it was a bad idea to put them on the bookshelf. I mean, it's not like we're going to reread them, and they're expensive! But he did, and LB has been messing with them since he could. I don't plan on telling Hubby about the textbook.
And, LB found my wallet (I have no idea how) and pulled all my credit cards and insurance cards out. Then, he must have thrown them up in the air because they are completely scattered around. I'm still looking for the Blockbuster card.
Still recovering from my harddrive crash, too. Lots of programs were installed before we bought the computer, so now we have to actually pay for them, like Microsoft Office and Works. My biggest irritation is that I lost my address book, so I've been trying to come up with address off the top of my head.
Got an annoying email from a flutist asking where the hell I'd been for the past few rehearsals. Kinda wish I had told her to stuff it. I can barely stay awake during the day- forget about rehearsals lasting 'til 9pm! So I just said I'm too exhausted to go.
The kitchen is a disaster. Wish I could nap during LB's nap, but I'm afraid the dirty dishes will grow legs and jump on me until I wake up.
Only a few good things came from today. The lawn ninjas finally did their job and cut my grass. I'm having dinner with a friend who always is fun to be around. And I'm supposed to skype with my parents. It's not even noon, and I'm ready for this day to be over... and I just caught a whiff of poop. Duty calls.
I wish life came with sick days, or personal days, because I would totally take one today. I just want to sit on my couch all day with a stiff drink in my hand.
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