Sunday, December 28, 2008

What's a Trip Without Chaos?

It has been a while since I actually posted so I thought I would give some updates.

Being the phenomenal procrastinator that I am, our trip was scheduled to begin on Saturday the 20th. I had plotted and begged trying to figure out a way to start the trip on Friday because that would give me more time with my family. I had nothing done though. Still had gifts to wrap, laundry to do, and I still had to pack. Of course, because I had nothing done, the husband's unit decides that they can sign out early and start their leave on Friday. Nice, eh? I busted my butt to try and get things done and waited for the husband to arrive. He finally did and we decided there was still too much that really needed to be done so we would stick with the original plan of leaving at 3am Saturday. Which turned out to be 4am we got on the road.

The first leg of our trip took us to my dad's house. It was the longest day in a car...ever. I worried myself sick about the problems we had been having with the van so I was miserable! We made it, without incident, in about 10 hours. With two kids and a dog. Shew!

We had dinner and Christmas at my sister's Saturday. I finally got to meet my neice who is 10 months old and see my 2 year old nephew for the third time. Oh and meet my newest nephew who is 5 months old. Crazy how I never see my family! Thanks, Army!

We only spent a couple of days with my family and headed to Tennessee to see my stepchildren. It, of course, had to be drama filled and involve the police. What else do you expect from someone like her? It was fun. We got to spend the last few days with the kids and see most of his family. Well, they are my family, too. All of the Christmas festivities are finally done and so we have some down time.

I feel a little worn out. I also managed to become ill within a week of being in Tennessee. Crap! My allergies or sinuses or whatever HATE to be here. They prove it every time! We are chilaxing now and are down to only one kiddo. It feels strange. We are at the inlaws' house and are so used to it being busting at the seams with people that now it's only the three of us and we are a little at a loss on what to do! I think I will attempt to return my MIL's house to the order in which we found it. We have managed to, within the last almost week, destroy her home!

I will have pictures at some point. I have to unlazy myself and search the computer for them. There are some great ones. I hope everyone had a very Merry Christmas and will have a very Happy New Year. I know I did and will!!

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Song In Lights

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me,

A Partidge in a pear tree.

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me,

Two turtle doves.

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me,

Three french hens.

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,

Four calling birds.

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,

Five golden rings.

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,

Six geese-a-laying.

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me,

Seven swans-a-swimming.

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,

Eight maids-a-milking.

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,

Nine ladies dancing.

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,

Ten Lords-a-leaping.

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me,

Eleven pipers piping.

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,

Twelve drummers drumming.
I hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas. I am having a blast with my family! I will be back to posting sometime after the holidays!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

The Big White Tube

Today I had an MRI on my knee. If you saw my twitter messages, you know I was a little concerned. I was fine until this morning and all of the sudden I was worried about that stupid big white tube. Once I got to the hospital, I thought of leaving and not getting it done. No one would know. Surely I could lie and cover my butt. Then I thought of the pain I have been in and decided to stick it out.

I sat in the Radiology waiting room and a thought occurred to me. Will they need to use needles? When I was told that it is possible (DamamaT), I started to think the pain wasn't that bad and that I could lie and cover my butt quite well, thank you very much. Alas, I stayed.

There were no needles involved (thanks for the prayers DamamaT)! I want you to know how horrible it is to lay in the tube though bloggyworld. It sucked. Big time. I had headphones to try to drown out the LOUD machine, but there was no music so it just muffled it a bit. I was laying flat on my back (I also have back problems) and my knee was pushed down and strapped that way. Oh. My. God. I seriously thought I would die. I think I spent 5 hours laying like that (more like 30 minutes or so). Not moving.

Do you know how impossible it is to lay perfectly still when you are told that is all you have to do? I had involuntary muscle spasms. My nose itched. My head was hurting from my pony tail. Oh, and if anyone saw the episode of ER not too long ago where they turned on the machine and the patient was sucked to the machine by the magnet because they forgot to remove the metal backboard, you will understand that I was in fear of my tongue being ripped out of my mouth by the magnet. You see, I have a piercing and I couldn't remember if the thing was metal or not. I attempted to remove it, but the MRI lady said it would be fine. Then she said "if it starts to bother you, just let us know". Not a smart thing to say to a nutty person. I layed there waiting for my tongue to be ripped out of my mouth the whole time. Every time that machine started a new round or whatever it is it does, I would think "Uh oh, it's gonna happen this time". It never did. I still have a tongue in my mouth. Woot!

They also made the mistake of giving me a CD with the images on it. This was promptly inserted into my computer where I scrutinized every image and then googled normal knee MRIs. My knee does not look like those knees. I am no doctor, but I think I may have a problem there. I called the doctor to figure out how it is I am to find out what my problem is (HUSH) and was told my doctor is on emergency leave. Super. I am scheduled with another doctor tomorrow morning though. I am thrilled. I will know what is going to happen before I head home.

And speaking of heading home, we leave Saturday. Unless I can convince the husband to sneak out of here tomorrow. The military has this thing about leave and days and blah blah blah. Either way, this will probably be my last post before leaving. I haven't packed a thing. I also have not wrapped everything. Blah.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Less Than Stellar

Yes, that's me. It appears that no matter how hard I try to be organized and not get myself into pickles, I do it. I have talked about this upcoming trip for the last month. I have been making plans in my mind. I have attempted to get all of my crap together. I am failing miserably. I am pretty sure that a simple trip home should not cause all of this stress. Really.

Due to my obsessive internet addiction, nothing is done. I have managed to wrap a few gifts. I have managed to assemble a pile of crap that I need to take on the trip. I made a list to make sure I don't forget anything. Funny thing about making a list is that you have to keep up with the list. If any of you happen to see a list of random items, that'd be my packing list. Please return it to me!

This week I have to get all of my laundry done. I have to wrap all of the gifts. I have to pack everyone's clothes. I have to do this stuff, yet I am sitting here telling the bloggyworld what I need to do instead of doing it. I am thinking if I make my list here, I will be able to find it because, as you can tell, I am always able to find my way to my blog. If it weren't for this blog, I don't know what I would do with myself! Wait...if it weren't for the blog (and toddler up my butt all day every day) I wouldn't be rushing to get my laundry done. It would all be done and folded and put away too. Where it would be easy to locate clothing that is clean and wearable.

No one back home cares if I wear dirty clothes and have a Pigpen-like funk cloud following me around do they? Hope not.

I am still looking forward to the trip. I just need someone to come and get my stuff together. I want to be like the husband. I want to be told at what time to jump in the vehicle headed out of town and trust that my clothes and things are clean, packed, and loaded into the vehicle. Wouldn't that be great? How is it that he gets to avoid all of the chaos that is my life? I am perplexed by this situation.

If you have made it this far into this post, I will tell you that I wasted an hour and a half of my life last night. No, not on that. We watched The Happening. I want my time back. I could have been blissfully dreaming or something. I hated that movie. The night before, we watched Shutter. That was a creepy, but good movie. It has a The Ring type feel to it. I also wasted countless hours playing Rayman Raving Rabbids this weekend. It was great. Maybe all of the game playing and movie watching has something to do with my lack of getting anything done?

If my posting for the next month is spotty, please understand. I am busily preparing for the trip and then taking the trip. Who am I kidding? You all know I will be here to rant!

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Yeah, Ummm, Sure

DQ and I were discussing our upcoming trip. We are all so excited! I was a little shocked when my baby brother sent me a text mentioning how thrilled he is to see us. The more we texted, the more I realized I don't even know the last time I saw my baby brother. Isn't that absurd? I am sure it was on one of my visits to my Dad's house, but neither of us can remember when it would have been. It was at least 3 years ago because somewhere around 3 years ago we had family portraits. I don't believe I have seen him since. He was in the Navy and stationed up in Yankeeville. Now he is married (never met her) and has a baby!

I have also not seen my other brother and my sister since January. My sister has two kids now. She only had one in January. I have only seen that nephew twice and he is 2. I haven't met my neice yet. It really is pathetic. I don't know how things like this happen. I will just blame the military. Sounds good to me. So, not only does this trip mean I get to reunite with people I was used to seeing DAILY when I lived in TN, now I will reunite with my blood family that I never see. Ever. Apparently.

Enough about me and my pathetic family relations. You should check out this new giveaway on this fantabulous blog that I will now stalk forever and ever.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Out of Control

I think I am stressing everyone in my life out. Seriously. I am stressing me out so I know it's getting to everyone else. We are planning the trip. No, I am planning our trip. I have so many things to try to get sorted out that it is just making me ill!

My super, wonderful, awesome mother in law has kindly offered to keep the kids for us one night to go and spend some time together. Alone. No kids. I have gone back and forth a million times trying to decide what I want to do. I mean what we want to do. I spent hours looking into hotels in Gatlinburg for New Year's Eve. I even dragged poor AA into it and kept her from doing things I am sure she would have rather been doing. Now? I am not so sure that I want to go to Gatlinburg for New Year's Eve. The price of the hotel is ridiculous. The crowd will be ridiculous. And most importantly, we always spend New Year's Eve with the kids. We watch movies, play games, and eat tons and tons of junk food. It was a tradition my dad started when I was a kid and he named it "Party 'Til Ya Puke". How could we not do this? Sorry, Amber. I suck.

I am also calling and emailing my poor mother in law at least a few times a day to change plans or add to the itinerary. Sometimes, I just need a little smack in the head. She knows this. I love her for it. She calmly told me this morning I needed to get a grip. She was right. I am getting a grip now. Mkay, Mom? Anywho, enough trip business for now. See, I am going to stress out my other reader now!

I stumbled across a blog this morning...I really don't remember how. I start clicking and there is no stopping me! She is having some giveaways and since I want you all to have a chance at winning (both of you, my dear readers), I am going to tell you about them. It has nothing to do with the fact that I get more chances to win by telling you. She is giving away this awesome thing that is a secret because if I win it I am so presenting it to someone. Mom, don't click on the links, mkay? There is also this really cool thing, and this thing. Oh, and one last thing. Don't you love the mystery? You have to click to find out what the 'things' are! Love it!
Here is a picture of one of my best friends. My friend that enables me to wake up and carry on with my day. Every. Single. Day.

Mmmmmm coffee! Sounds good about now, too!

Monday, December 8, 2008

Public Service Announcement:

Put your ta-tas away when going to the elementary school to pick up your child(ren). Not doing so leaves you open to be discussed on my blog, given the stinkeye by other mothers, and makes you look like a street walker! It is also a pretty good idea to refrain from arriving at the school with a bare midriff.

Maybe I will be considered a prude for feeling this way, but I am okay with that. I go to the school daily to retrieve DQ and see women dressed for a night-on-the-town-to-pick-up-a-man almost every day. I can't fathom why a 30 something year old woman feels the need to have her cleavage out there for every little boy and girl to see, but they do it. One woman in particular I have come to look for because she is so over the top with her attire. One day last week she arrived wearing a black mini tank, a black shirt over it that was see through, a pair of tight, tight jeans, and boots with a 4 inch heel. At an elementary school. At 3 in the afternoon.

I have become accustomed to seeing women arrive with hair perfectly fixed, makeup applied meticulously, and clothing that was likely seen on a runway model. It makes me wonder. Do these women have so little to do in their lives that they get that dressed up just to pick up little Jill or Jack from school?

Maybe part of it is jealousy? I mean, I am barely able to manage pulling on a pair of jeans, throwing my hair in a pony tail, and putting on a bra. Nah. It isn't that I can't manage, it's really that I choose not to bother. DQ should be happy I don't show up bra-less wearing my PJs and slippers. Not that I sit around like that every day unless I have somewhere to go. Nope. Not me.

Anywho, regardless of how cute you think you are, how skinny you are, or how desperate you may be for attention, refrain from showing up to the school ta-tas on display, along with your belly. We (the general public) do not wish to see it. There is a time and place for everything. An elementary school is neither.

Should I even bring up the fact that this school is on a military post and unless you are the service member (which is highly doubtful because you aren't in uniform...ever), that would mean you are a married woman. I haven't seen your husband by your side and could easily venture to say that he is deployed, but I won't go into that. Basically, keep your bidness out of my face and I won't talk about how you dress like a hooker. Mkay?

**Had to add this part:
Read this post to the husband (because I love for him to see how great I am) and as soon as I started reading the part of the one woman in particular, he looked at me and said "Red headed chick?". That. Is. Sad.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

That's a Wrap!

What is with my this and that posts lately? I can't seem to keep my thoughts on one particular subject for very long. This is leading to the insomnia thing. Which really bites because this mama needs her sleep. I gave up on calling it beauty rest long, long ago. It's a lie people. A big fat lie. If I slept 22 hours out of every single day, it would not make a difference.

There is a blog that I read daily. Well as daily as I can. Womb At The InnSane. She is hilarious. Through reading her blog, I became associated with The Classy Closet. The Classy Closet is a social networking site that offers much, much more. They are having a giveaway right now for a Dirt Devil Kwik. I won one! My name is there on the main page of the site in neon lights. Okay. I made part of that up. I am not telling which part. Also, they have a radio show every weekday. They are campaigning for 1,000 listeners to the show on January 9th. If they reach the goal, they can submit the show to Sirius radio for consideration. Go over and check the site out and become a listener to the show.

In other news, the kids, well mostly DQ and I, have been gettin' crafty with it this weekend. We made these glittery snowflake window clings (and although the pictures don't show it well they are glittery):

We also made these cute little candy cane sign post ornaments. Which aren't completed so I will post the pics tomorrow. Oh, and I almost forgot we also started on a special gift for the Grandparents which I can't post here, well I could, but I won't because I am mean like that. The ideas came from two of my favorite craft idea places: and . I love those sites.

I also dressed up the kiddos and took some Christmas pictures. Just in case you missed the HUGE header.

I also managed to clean out the van. Oh! My! Gawsh! I do believe we have squatters. There could be no other explanation for the 5 bags of trash, one bag of miscellaneous crap, half load of laundry, and two vacuum canisters full of grossness that came out of there. No. Other. Explanation. I have never lived in the van, thus neither have my children. AND we have cleaned it out since the trip here in July. In fact, I went and vacuumed it out at the car wash just a bit ago. Maybe two months ago? Apparently the squatters are slobs like the people that live inside the house.
This is how we made the most of our weekend. Now, I am in mission mode. I am asking my readers, yes, you and you, to please help with these two missions. The first is to go and read

Derfina's blog. Her post today touched me in a very special place. My heart. Perverts. So go read, love Derfina as I do (I seriously think I have a girl crush, but don't tell her), and do what you can...
The second mission is this: help me find things to keep the kiddos entertained on the 16 hour trip in the van. You didn't think I would let a post go by without mentioning my trip home in 13 days, did you? Seriously. Give me ideas, websites, something. I have the DVD player, but am not going to be spending a ton buying new movies because I am cheap like that. So, help!

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Typical Saturday

A typical Saturday in this house goes something like this:

8am: Wake up because the toddler is in her room screaming Mama! Bring toddler to my bedroom to wake the husband because nothing is better than being woken up by a toddler jumping on your midsection (and lower hehe).

8:30am: Kids are fed bowls of cereal while coffee is being made and the parents are waking up.

9:ooam: Coffee and surfing the web while children run around tearing apart the house.

11am: Whining of boredom and hunger ensues. From the husband. Not the children.

12ishpm: Agreement is made. The husband and I will make breakfast together.

So, this happening today was nothing unusual. Neither is the fact that the husband enjoyed watching whatever movie he was watching for the billionth time while I made breakfast. He did manage to wander in the kitchen where I sent him on a hunt through the cabinet and pantry for self rising flour. He came up empty and mumbled something about not having homemade biscuits afterall before he disappeared into the living room again. I of course made the biscuits with all purpose flour and saved the day. As I was making the biscuits, something came over me. I began making comments in this silly little voice. It was something like the gingerbread man in Shrek's voice. I said things like "Don't worry I will make the breakfast by myself as usual", "Don't worry I have it under control", "Don't worry I only put a little poison in the biscuits". All of these comments went ignored. Seemingly unheard. Then he mosied (is that a word) into the kitchen:

Him:What are you in here mumbling about?
Me: Uh. Nothing.
Him: Something. I could hear blah blah blah blah blah in a strange voice.
Me: (Begins laughing hysterically) Nothing at all, dear.
Him: You have lost your mind, haven't you?

He again disappeared. He later returns at a stressful moment in the breakfast cooking process where I didn't have time to be bothered. He asked what he needed to do. I turned around with a (butter) knife in my hand. He flashed me. This resulted in another fit of giggles. Apparently, he was trying to show me where to stab him where I thought he was trying to distract me with his gorgeous chest. I put him to work stirring the sausage (for the gravy).

Of course, about the time breakfast is done (at 1pm) DQ and the toddler are coming in ready for more food. Funny how they always get two meals to my one. I will have you know, bloggyverse, not one of the members of this household have said anything resembling words of gratitude or praise. As I type this, I am being stared at by DQ who is awaiting second helpings. I haven't even managed to finish my plate yet. Aye!

So, what are typical Saturdays like in your house?

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Rants, Raves and Other

I have had lots going on. I even thought "Oh, I am soooo going to blog that", but then I forget what that was. So this is going to be a little bit of this and that. Some whining. Some joy. Some other stuff of some sort.

We are planning this big trip home (can NOT wait) to Tennessee (Gatlinburg, anyone?) in a couple of weeks and I have had some issues. Shut up! I wanted to make sure the kids had plenty to do on the trip. It is 16 hours in a vehicle. So I searched high and low for a cheap good deal on portable DVD system for the van. I found one. I informed DQ I had ordered one, and did she say "Oh, wow, Mom you are the best!"? Nope. Did she say "That is a great thing to do for us, Mom!"? Nope. She complained. Whined. I believe even shed a few tears. Why? Because there is only one DVD player and two screens, thus they have to watch the same movie. Brat! Can you believe that nonsense?

I received the system I bought today. I am so excited. Obviously more excited than the brat! Lucky for her, Mom is smart. I can hook her DVD player from her room into the second screen and not listen to her mouth! Anywho, the system is pretty, came with everything I need, and was a great price! Go me!

The other issue I have had is a little problem we have been having in the van. The one we plan to drive across the country. I think it MAY be fixed. Please keep your fingers crossed. If not, I may drive it off into a lake or river or something. And I may forget to jump out at the last minute.

The toddler's vocabulary and skillz have just expanded exponentially lately! She says all kinds of words. And I do mean ALL. The other day I was in the kitchen and did something which resulted in an "Oh Shit!" escaping. Yeah she was sitting there and said it too. (Sorry Mom!) She also will count with me, when she feels like it, of course. She also likes to point at the Christmas tree and say "pretty", then look at me out of the corner of her eye while she nonchalantly hits an ornament to make it bounce around. Yes, she knows she isn't supposed to. She also is playing the game all kids eventually learn to play. Mommy says, pick up your toys. She ignores. This happens repeatedly. Daddy finally pipes up from behind his computer screen and says The Toddler (except her real name), pick up the blocks now. She picks them all up. What on earth? Isn't she too young to have me figured out as the lazy nice parent?

Back to the trip home. I am ec-freaking-static! Only 15 days til we leave. Only a couple of stress filled days at my dad's then off to BLISS at the in-laws! Is it bad that visits with my dad are stressful to me? I hope not. Let me be clear though. It isn't my dad that bothers me, its the kids in his spotless, OCD house. I feel as though I have to chase them around picking up and vacuuming everywhere they walk. Now, he has never said that they make messes and it bothers him, it's just in my head. Shut up! After those days, we get to see everyone else and I can not wait. I will probably mention this trip in every post for the next 2 weeks!

Ok, I think I am done rambling for now. Oh, wait, no I am not. Did you see the story about the Bratz dolls (AKA plastic prostitutes around here by adults)? Can you believe that? You haven't heard it? You really should check into the news once in a while. Basically, after the holidays the dolls will not be sold anymore. The creator created them while working for another company yada yada. Bottom line: No more plastic prostitutes!

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

New Meal Week

I know it's the middle of the week almost. I know that I am late posting this. It's not my fault. It's the kids. The husband, too.

I am tired of eating the same meals week after week. I had to go to hell the commissary today so I spent the morning going through cookbooks looking for new ideas. Boy, oh, boy did I score big!

See, I had some turkey leftover from T-Day, and some mashed tators too. I don't eat leftover mashed tators, but the husband put them in the fridge, so I had them. I found a recipe for a super easy chicken casserole and substituted the turkey for the chicken. I also got a recipe for Leftover Mashed Potato cakes. Oh, MY! It was yummyyyyyyy! It was in a Southern Living recipe book, Easy Weeknight Favorites. The casserole was a can of cream of chicken soup (undiluted), 8oz sour cream, 3 cups cooked chicken (substituted turkey), 1 tbsp poppy seeds (yeah, left those out) mix all that together and put in a greased pan. Top with 1 1/2 crushed Ritz crackers and drizzle with a 1/4 melted butter. Bake at 350 for 30 minutes. This little thing got mucho praise out of the husband and he even said something along the lines of how it wasn't some other woman's turkey. Ya know, kind of a reference to this situation. The leftover potato pancakes were also delicious, but I am way to lazy to type out that recipe (if you want it ask me, if I like you, I might give it to ya!). It was easy though.

So anywho, this week I am trying all new recipes. For the entire week. We will either be very happy, well-fed people OR we will be starving to death. Either way, I will be sure to let you know how it goes! Oh, and the toddler won't starve. She can open the fridge and get out handfuls of grapes for herself. Anytime she wants. Dontcha know!

Just an idea of the recipes I will be trying this week:

Sausage Stuffed French Loaf with a tomato and cucumber salad

Tortilla chili casserole with mexican cheese toast

Ham and potato casserole with an asparagus stir fry

Salmon bake and baked potatoes

Oregano chicken

Bet you wanna head to Texas for dinner dontcha? Well, c'mon then!

Those SITStas Are At It Again!

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Today is the day of SITSmas. There are comments and giveaways galore so take some time to check it all out! It's where all of the cool people hang out! Don't worry, I snuck in on a technicality! But, don't tell them!

Have a Merry SITSmas!

P.S. I forgot to mention (yes, actually forgot not just thought it would be better for me if you didn't enter) the Grand Prize for SITSmas is a $200 Target gift card. Who can't use that this time of year?

Here is the link the the next card.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

The Neverending Christmas Light Nightmare

I know I have discussed my brilliant plans before and we all know how those turn out. Last night, I had yet another brilliant plan. We went to see:

Now this is a collection of Christmas light scenes that is at the outdoor recreation are not too far from Fort Hood. I thought a nice little drive, see pretty lights, be on our way home. Holy cow! We drove through displays forever! I was tired of Christmas lights by the time we got to the end. I seriously was afraid we would be there forever. I think we spent an hour and a half driving through there.
I took pictures, but there are a couple of problems with those. It would take me several shots to get a decent one because I used the night setting on my camera and it has an extremely slow shutter speed or something. You have to be very, very still while taking the picture. I? Have nerve issues and shake alot. From the looks of some of the pictures, someone might think I have a severe problem here.
Nonetheless, here are a few of the really cool displays they had. I am saving one display to post closer to Christmas.

That would be a male and female reindeer in a hottub!

Santa is Golfing, in case you couldn't tell.
Overall, it was fun. A long time to sit in a car looking at lights, but most of the displays were really great!
Today, I was spoiled. I got a laptop table thing that holds my laptop out of my lap and has a mousepad. Thus, I got to buy a mouse for the laptop. My little touch mouse thing drives me batty sometimes! We were in Target looking at a mouse and I told the husband, "ya know, $20 is more than I wanted to spend". Ya see, he was telling me to go ahead and spend an extra $7 and get the wireless mouse. DQ stands there and says "You always were cheap." That gave me the extra incentive to get my darn wireless mouse. And it's pink. Oh, and the laptop table thing? I got it at Bed, Bath and Beyond. It was $29.99 and I had a $10 off coupon. How great is that?

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Yes, I Did It Again

Every year I swear not to do it next year. Every year I tell myself this is the last year. Then, the sales ads come out. Bingo! Who could pass up deals like those? So, yesterday I was up bright and early to take part in the Black Friday madness. Actually, it wasn't so bright. It was still dark. I got up at 4am. The husband got up to make my coffee while I dressed so that I could have a to-go cup. He's the best sometimes! He even tried to tell his Stepdad that he should do the same for Mom. It didn't seem promising.

I was out the door at 4:24am. I stopped by the ATM to get cash. I take cash for a couple of reasons. One is that ensures I will not overspend. The second is that I have subscriptions and thus a fear that I will get to the register with all of my goods and my card will be declined. I have no idea why I would have that fear, but I do.

I arrived at Walmart. I expected busy. I expected nutty people. I did not expect the chaos. You see, the store that I went to last year got smart. They had a list when you entered. On the list is where every sale item would be located in the store. This was tremendously helpful. You know, they never put the items in the correct department and all. This store did not have a list. In fact, most of the employees seemed to be a bit clueless about where things were located as well.

I walked in and headed back to the toy department because DQ is in desperate need of a bike and there was one on major sale ($29). I found an employee and asked where it would be. Garden Center he says. Okay. So I head that way and found a line snaking out of the entrance to the Garden Center. Hmmm. I ask a man in the line, "What are you in line for?" his reply, "I don't know, I just want a tree." Right. So I join the line and wait. I can hear the vultures gathered around the display of sheet sets arguing and the employee back there trying to control them. It struck me as really odd. Fighting over sheet sets. So I text the husband to find out what could be so important in the Garden Center. Not sure. They let us in and it was a mess. People weren't running, but they were jogging I suppose. The man behind me, I thought I was going to end up one of those nuts on the news that goes ballistic. He kept ramming his effing cart into my heel. The first couple of times I ignored him, the next few I turned to give dirty looks, finally I turned around and asked what the (bleep) his problem was? He stopped. Apparently the must have item was out there. The Power Wheels Jeep. Geez.

I got my bike and headed around to find the rest of the things on my list I wanted to pick up. The line for electronics was literally wrapped around the entire store. I skipped those items. Don't need anything that bad. I found some of the items I was in search of in other people's carts so I stole them. Kidding. I asked where they were found. I got almost everything I needed. The stress of the crowd was getting to me, so I headed for the checkouts. There was something at Target I had to have you know. It was 5:40 and I had a bit of a drive ahead of me. I stood in a checkout line for 40 minutes. During this time, I contemplated telling the children they must have been bad that's why they got nothing for Christmas. I tried to make my self leave it all and go home and crawl back in bed. It was a tough time. In the end, the looks on the faces of the children when they opened all of these things kept me standing there.

I headed to Target for the 7" Dual Screen Portable DVD player for $88. It was almost 7 when I got there. An hour after they opened. They were gone. I walked around the store. Found nothing I needed and left. To go to the Walmart I passed on my way. It was considerably more calm in there. I got a few more of the things on my list and headed home. I then talked to my sister who had gone to Geoffrey's (ToysRus) and told me of their sales. I got online, looked and decided I.Must.Go. Off I went. They had nothing. Crap. Head back home where the husband is ready to get out of the house so we all head back to the first Walmart. I know. I know. I got the thing I wanted. A thing he wanted. Some food, and headed for the doors. It was naptime.

Every year I go through this ritual that is Black Friday. Every year I say I will not do it next year. Every year I am enticed into the madness with the great sales. Not next year. I am done.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Offended, Heartbroken, and Thankful

This man. The man that I have followed from one end of Tennessee to the other, only to have to move halfway across the country to the (not so) Great Place. The man that I have spent the last (almost) 5 years loving. The man that I spent 9 months of hell in order to have his little girl. The man that gifted me with three more children than I already had. The man that I slave over a hot stove for every night...well almost every night. He has done the unthinkable. It sickens me.

He came home the other day with this confession, it I had taken me some time to come to accept this. Yesterday as I stood in the kitchen cutting the celery and onions for the dressing, it all came rushing back to me. I had been in the kitchen making cornbread (from scratch mind ya), making pumpkin pies (from a can), a cheeseball, sausage balls, and there I was cutting the veggies for the dressing. It's like a nightmare that I was living over and over. Hearing his words, seeing the look in his eyes. Are you ready for this?

He had a potluck at work the other day. The NCO's fed the soldiers. He came home with this grin and said, "don't take this as a comparison, cuz it's not" and then he said the words that changed me forever, "I had some dressing today and it was outfreakingstanding". He ate another woman's dressing and then had the nerve to come home and BRAG about it. Went on and on about how moist and whatever else he thought was so great about it. Disgusting!

Did I have you thinking he had done something else? That wouldn't have been nearly as devastating to me as coming home talking about someone else's dressing. I am so hurt. If you know me, you know that I take pride in my cooking. My dressing is one of the best things I make! Right, Mom? I decided to make my famous dressing even better this year. Maybe that'll teach him!


Now that my poor Mother in law is ready to murder me for scaring the crap out of her, I shall talk about today. Today is Thanksgiving. Although I am far, far away from anyone I know, I am thankful. I am thankful for all of my children. I am thankful for my relative health (it's all relative, yes?). I am thankful that we are together today. We are missing some vital parts of our family, but I am thankful that my husband is here. I know there are so many families who are missing that loved one this year. After reading Michelle's blog today, I have a renewed sense of being thankful that the husband is here. He may not always be able to be here. I am thankful that I have a home (saw a heartbreaking story about a family that lost their home last night on the news) and we are all warm and going to have a great meal. I am thankful for lots of things that I just can't think of right now.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving! Keep those families that have a missing loved one in your thoughts. Also, keep the missing loved ones in your thoughts.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

I'm Still Alive...I think

Okay I have decided that I definitely have some major issues. Like subscriptions major.

I guess I should start off by apologizing for not being around lately. I am sure both of my readers missed me. I am sorry. I haven't really had much to say. Well I have plenty to say, but nothing worth writing a blog about. Or nothing I feel comfortable writing blogs about. Some things are better left unsaid...ya know?

The neighbor that I was friend courting...well...that didn't go so well. I haven't talked to her in days. I haven't even tried to. Why? Well, because I decided that she and I weren't a good match. I have no idea why I pick apart people the way that I do, but I do it. Subscriptions I tell ya. I haven't written her off completely, but I haven't gone out of my way to speak to her either.

The friendship pool just isn't as deep as it used to be. I try to be friendly to other mommies I see. I smile and say hi as I huff and puff my way to the school in the afternoons. I try not to stare and become Single White Female on people, but it just doesn't work for me. Maybe I should start following the mommies I pass along the walk? That would be hilarious. I am sure.

We I have been busy preparing the menu for tomorrow. I am excited that it is almost Thanksgiving, bringing me that much closer to Christmas and my trip HOME. I am so excited about going home for Christmas that I could pee my pants. But that would make a mess that I would have to clean, so I won't. Anywho, back to tomorrow. I am preparing this huge meal for the four of us. It's almost depressing. Seriously. We ended up not being able to kidnap and stuff a soldier for a day (everyone has plans, imagine that). So it's just us. Which I am telling myself is fine. We need this time together as a least half of one. He may not be here next year for this day. Then, I start getting more depressed so I tell myself that life is grand, I plaster the smile across my face and go cook. So far I have made two pans of cornbread. Yum. Next is the pies. It's hot as hell in this house though so they are going to wait a while. And I just set off the smoke alarm with my awesome cornbread. Yay! It isn't even smokey in here. Who knows. DQ said it smells funny maybe that's why. Whatever.

I am probably not going to be around blogging tomorrow either...unless something really funny happens. I plan to set up the computer with the webcam on so that my family back home can get glimpses of our chaos. Right, Mom?

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

This Is What They Teach

Today DQ's school had their Thanksgiving lunch. It was a pretty big event I suppose. I have no idea how many students are in the school, but they served over 1,000 lunches today. They sold "tickets" ahead of time for parents to attend. They had their sponsoring unit's soldiers there to serve the food. DQ was especially excited to see "Army men" plopping the food on the plates instead of the normal cafeteria workers. She shouted "horse patch" when she saw the 1st Cav patch on one of the soldiers. It was great!

We arrived a little before her lunch time and as it turned out, they were running behind on lunch times because of the volume of people they were serving. DQ's teacher was really great and invited us to sit in the classroom while we waited. This greatly disrupted her classroom. The toddler was there you see and apparently all kids love babies. The teacher gave out a word search in order to keep the kiddos busy while they impatiently waited for their lunch time. She offered the husband and I each a word search to do too.

I challenged him, saying that I could finish it before him. I am not going to say who won, but I will say that when the husband saw me taking pictures of the word search he got a little bothered! He thought I was going to blog about the outcome of our little contest, but I am not. *ahem*

I am blogging about the word search because as I was doing it, I found a couple of interesting words.

Can you believe that? In a word search for kids. Used in school. I giggled like a school girl as I sat in that itty bitty chair showing the husband the words I found! I don't think he found it quite as funny. Oh well. There is also a nice word that wasn't in the list. Can you find it?

I Got It! I Got It!

I was so excited to check my mail and find a box there yesterday. I found these adorable, adorable, adorable hair bows on Etsy and had to have them. Did I mention they were adorable? AND they are very reasonably priced. I was so excited that I almost posted yesterday and that would have buried my post dedicated to the birthday girl. Almost.

I bought these adorable little Christmas tree bows for the toddler and my niece:

I bought these for my older girls, they are personalized with their names:

I also got these cute little turkey bows:

I know, you are jealous, right? Go visit the wonderful creator of these bows and order yourself some! If you don't have any little girls, maybe you have nieces or friends with little girls? Anywho, there are tons of different bows, you can even get a Colts one AA! They look just as great as in the pictures on the site and they arrived quickly. I think I am going to be getting a few Titans bows very soon. Did you know they are UNDEFEATED this season? Isn't that GREAT?

P.S. If you just have no one at all to get hairbows for, maybe you could send them to DQ and the toddler? No? Okay, I tried. Toodles!

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Happy Birthday, Babygirl!

My Dearest Firstborn,

I found out I was pregnant with you on Mother's Day 2000. I had this feeling that I was pregnant and even though it was early I had to know. I was beyond excited. I woke your Daddy as soon as the test showed positive and we called PopPop and some friends. We were thrilled.

I called my doctor and to my disappointment was told that if the test said I was pregnant, I was, so there would be no need for an appointment until 8 weeks. Eight very long weeks. At that appointment, we were given your due date. January 17, 2001. Right around both PopPop and GG's birthdays. GG wanted you to be born on her birthday and PopPop on his. You had different plans.

I had an extremely easy pregnancy, in the beginning. I had no morning sickness. I didn't notice a huge drop in energy. Everything was going fine. About halfway through it all, I was tested for gestational diabetes. You remember me having to poke my finger and test my blood sugar when I was pregnant with your sister, right? Yes, I had that problem with you. No big deal, though. I adjusted my eating habits a little and all was fine. Except that the only thing I really craved when I was pregnant with you was Captain D's breadsticks. Strange, isn't it? I would leave work and drive 20 minutes one way to the nearest Captain D's just to get those things! Then of course, after the diabetes diagnosis, I wasn't allowed those anymore. Crud!

Also at about halfway through my pregnancy, we had an ultrasound. You refused to show us if you were a boy or a girl. You sat "criss cross applesauce" the whole time. No matter how hard that stinking lady pushed on my belly, you wouldn't budge. Hard headed even in the womb. I left that appointment disappointed and sore...very sore.

Lucky for me, with the diabetes, they did another ultrasound and we found out you were a girl. At first, Daddy was upset. You know how Daddy's always want a little boy, right? That all changed once you were here, of course. We immediately started thinking of names for you. I had none picked out, but I did know that I wanted to give you my mother's middle name. You never got to meet her, but she surely would have adored you. We decided on your name and never thought about it again. It just fit perfectly.

One day in early November, I felt a little strange at work so I went down to see the nurse. It was a Friday. The nurse told me my blood pressure was a little high and wrote it down for me so that I could call my doctor and let him know. I called and they gave me an appointment with the nurse practitioner. She informed me that I had an early case of pre-eclampsia. It was a dangerous situation and we had to get my blood pressure under control. I was taken out of work and put on bedrest. I saw my doctor on Tuesday and to my dismay, he continued my bedrest. I asked for how long and he said, "Until your due date or she arrives, whichever is first". I was not very excited about two months on bedrest.

Things quickly changed. I was rushed to the hospital by Daddy over that weekend, but by the time we got there my blood pressure was better so they sent me home. I saw my doctor again and thigns were worse. Much worse. I was weighed, as is normal when you are pregnant, and I had gained close to 10 pounds in a week. I was very upset by this. I had only gained 7 pounds the entire pregnancy before that! When they took my blood pressure, it was high. Very high. They spent alot of time watching me that day. They did tests, they had me turn onto my side, nothing helped the blood pressure. Eventually my doctor looked at me and said, "We are going to have to admit you".

I went to the hospital and was given medicine to keep me from having seizures because my blood pressure was high. I was on bedrest, strict bedrest. I was miserable and scared. I was scared because I didn't want you to be hurt. I was on a monitor that wrapped around my tummy and listened to your heartbeat (and kicks) all the time. They came in and did an ultrasound every day to make sure you were doing okay in there. They also wanted to see if your position had changed because you were being your usual hard headed self and were upside down. Actually, you were right side up when you should have been upside down.

I stayed in the hospital for what seemed like forever! Meemaw and Peepaw came up to see me and Daddy on Friday, November 17th. We visited and they went to their hotel. During the night, I was woken by nurses rushing into my room and putting an oxygen mask on my face. It scared me and Daddy. Did I mention that he slept at the hospital every night that I was there? He would get up in the morning and go to work, but he always came back every evening and slept on the little fold out chair. Meemaw and Peepaw rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night because Daddy called them and said something was wrong. You gave everyone quite the scare. Your heartrate had dropped and that is why they came rushing in. Because of this scare, I wasn't allowed to eat or drink anything until my doctor came around. It stunk! He finally made it around and they fed me. Thank goodness.

On Saturday, November 18th, I had a big, big day. I hadn't been allowed to go to PopPop's house for my baby shower because of my blood pressure so everyone was coming up to see us and bring the gifts! Aunt Jessica, my Aunt Debbie, my Aunt Sherry, Jennifer, lots of people came up to visit. I got to open all of the gifts and visit with everyone for a while. Then everyone went to our house to put away the gifts and set up your nursery. You see, I wasn't planning on being on bedrest and in the hospital so I hadn't done much yet. After they finished at the house, they were all heading home. Meemaw and Peepaw too. Then, things changed.

At about 4 in the afternoon, the nurse came in to check my blood pressure. It was apparently high because she asked me to turn onto my side. She checked it again and again. It was really, really high. She pushed the call button and asked the other nurse to call my doctor. Eventually she went out of the room to do something so I called Daddy. He came rushing back. He ran stop signs, red lights, drove like a crazy man! Meemaw and Peepaw saw him doing this and knew something was wrong. After they got to the hospital, the doctor came in and said it was time. Things were no longer safe for you in my tummy. They started to get things ready and Daddy called everyone else to let them know. Lots and lots of people came in to see me that night. We were all very scared. They had done an ultrasound that morning and estimated your weight at 3 and a half pounds. The doctor told me that there was an 80% chance that you would be fine. I had to have a c-section because you were still upside down.

There was another emergency worse than mine, so we had to wait a little while. They took me back to the surgery room and finished getting me ready. I was awake and could hear everything that was going on. I was very afraid and so was Daddy. There were lots of doctors and nurses in the room because you were very early and very small. I heard the baby doctor (neonatologist) say "that's a small baby" and my doctor replied "supposed to be 3.5 pounds" and then the other doctor said "they were generous". That scared me even more. You did not come out screaming like they always show on TV. You were having trouble breathing. They quickly let me see you and then rushed out of the room to the NICU where they could take care of you.

Later that night the neonatologist brought me your first picture. He explained that you were very sick, but that he thought you would be fine. You were on a ventilator to help you breathe for the first 18 hours. After that, you were breathing on your own! You spent almost a month in the NICU. You had to learn to keep your body warm, to drink a bottle and still breathe, and you had to gain some weight. Oh yes, I forgot that part! Silly me! You were born at 8:20 PM, weighing 2 pounds and 15.9 ounces! Tiny little thing! You were long though. 17 inches!

We had to take classes on CPR and learn how to use your apnea monitor and then on a snowy day in December you came home. That stinking monitor gave me fits! It would go off all the time, two different times it caused you to be put back in the hospital and a million tests run. It always ended up being that the monitor was faulty and you were fine! You grew so fast! You gained lots of weight and were such a good baby! You rarely cried. You were so easy to please! You were easy to take off the bottle, easy to potty train, just easy!

We eventually learned that you had a stroke when you were an infant and that has caused you a few problems, but you have overcome so much. You were diagnosed as having mild CP. You didn't let that stop you! You dealt with the therapies. You dealt with the surgery in 2007. You are a smart and beautiful little girl. Even when you are rotten, I am so proud and happy to be your mother. You can do anything babygirl. Anything. Look at everything you have been through! Happy 8th birthday!!!!!

Your first picture:

7 days old:

Just over 6 months:

Around 1 year:

Around 4:

And at almost 8:

Monday, November 17, 2008


The toddler at it again!

Manic Monday

Today's post will be a collection of randomness. Because I can. I have a screaming migraine and a screaming knee and a screaming toddler. Any questions? Good.

Wal-Mart drives me crazy. They have most crafts in one section, but cake decorating supplies near stationary. That makes sense.

Thanksgiving is coming up quickly. We are possibly going to host one or two or a few (I rhymed hehe) single soldiers in our home for dinner. If the husband doesn't get on that so I can get the menu and shopping done, I may hurt him.

I have to figure out where all of my Christmas things are because I must put them up the day after Thanksgiving. Or maybe the weekend after. Depending on my level of energy.

Impatient people are funny. Walking home from the school today, there are 3,000 vehicles on the road and someone was tired of waiting on the person in front of him to pull out in front of someone so he laid on the horn. That helped.

The little walk to the school in the afternoons is killing me. Seriously. I hope something is figured out about my knee at my appointment on Weds. Or I may resort to self-amputation.

I am an evil, evil mother. I torture my children for the giggles of it. I informed DQ of my doc appointment yesterday. I made sure to tell her it was on the day of Thanksgiving lunch at her school. I also made sure not to tell her that I would be leaving after lunch to go to the doctor. I wanted her to think I wasn't going to be there. Gotta keep her on her toes, eh? She was upset and disappointed and pulled the "I'm gonna be the only one there with no one" card. We already know how that goes. She's full of it. Does she not remember telling me that only two other kids in her class brought the money in for the lunch? Since I am feeling sentimental about the brat I told her my appointment was after lunch.

Tomorrow is a very big day! Make sure you come back to check out the uber long post! You may need tissues. If you are having hormone issues such as I. Toodles!

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Betty Crocker Part Deuce

Today was another disappointing day. I found these gorgeous little cupcake bites and decided I must make them. You would think that my failure yesterday would have curbed my desire to reduce my self esteem further, but it did not. I baked the red velvet cake yesterday. It came out fine. This tells me that I am capable of baking a cake. Making it something pretty is another story.

I had to crumble the nicely baked cake.

Then I had to add the cream cheese frosting. Next I rolled them into balls. The original recipe did mention the need for frequent rinsing/drying of the hands. Very important detail. Definitely needed.

I then froze the balls for a while in preparation of smooshing them into cupcake shapes via the little cookie cutter. I would love to say it was as easy as it sounds and that they do indeed resemble cupcakes, but that would be a lie. They do not even almost resemble cupcakes. It was a messy, messy failure.

I convinced myself that once they were dipped, they would look better. About halfway through dipping 1,000 stupid little wanna be cupcakes, I became a bit...pissy. I decided who effing cares if they resemble cupcakes. I dipped them and didn't even bother to try to make them neat. This is an important fact. After dipping the bottom, you put them on their tops so that the bottom can harden.

When it came time to do the tops, I enlisted the help of DQ. She was sprinkle girl. I made a mess. I had yellow candy melt crap all over my hands. The onese that I get pissy with and quit trying to make them look decent wouldn't stand up. I finally just said who cares if they are laying-on-their-side-cupcakes? Who really cares if some of them are leaning against each other for support? We all need support sometimes, no?

Regardless, the finished product is not nearly as pretty as the inspiration. I have decided that unbelievably talented women who post pictures of their impeccable creations only do so in order to taunt the wanna be's (me) into making fools of themselves. However, I am going to show off my creations in all their glory.

P.S. They do taste wonderful. That's what really matters I am sure.

Don't worry I won't be trying any more fancy schmancy baking again anytime soon. I am tired of that stupid kitchen!

Mission: Make a Friend is still ongoing. Not much to report yet. I don't think anyone suspects the state of my mental health. And by anyone I mean the one person that I am courting for friendship.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Betty Crocker...Or Not

I found a couple of new blogs yesterday and they had some awesome treats on them. I decided that since the husband was going to be gone all day and night today, the girls and I would bake ourselves silly.

I also promised the husband I would make him a yummy lunch and a yummy dinner. Apparently my crazy is really getting the best of me.

We got up and went to hell the commissary bright and early this morning. I bought all of the ingredients for the treats and for lunch. Dinner was already taken care of shopping wise.

We came home and quickly got to work. The first treat had to be refrigerated and I wanted to get it to the husband with lunch. I got the recipe here. The finished product was indeed as delicious as it sounded. Here is our creation.

DQ helped alot. The toddler was busy climbing on things and falling. I then made the husband, well DQ and I ate them too, French Dip sandwiches that I have the recipe for. He loves them and they are easy and yummy.

After lunch, we started on our next treat. It sounded so good I couldn't help myself. Unfortunately my skills do not match those of the creator. For whatever reason, me and the peanut butter buttercream frosting did not get along. You are supposed to be able to pipe those beautiful design things on the sides of the cake. I started and got about three rows over and the first row was falling off the cake. Again and again I tried. After mucho frustration where I threatened to throw the whole thing out the window, this is what I ended up with.

Not terrible I suppose.
I have baked the cake today and plan on this creation for tomorrow. Please pray for me. When baking the cake (a red velvet one) I got this brilliant idea. The batter is like a blood red. After pouring it into the pan I put a little of the red batter on my finger and went to find DQ. I asked her to call the husband because I had cut my finger. She was freaking out. Screaming MOM GET IT AWAY! I CAN'T LOOK AT THAT! While simultaneously grabbing the phone and asking for his number. I was laughing so hard I was crying. This only caused her more concern. I finally stuck my finger right up to her mouth and asked her to lick it off. She about climbed over the couch. I was still hysterically laughing. This should have tipped her off. It did not. I finally licked it off myself and showed her I was full of it. Good times. She was not happy with me. Too bad.

Also, visit those bloggers that I got the recipes from and enjoy their awesomeness...they really are.

Almost forgot. While I was baking like a mad-woman, I turned around to see this:

The toddler had gotten into the laundry I folded and left on the couch and had herself a bra on.

Friday, November 14, 2008


I once read a blog where they compared trying to meet new friends to dating, and I remember thinking how funny the post was. I couldn't begin to tell you where I read it because to be quite honest I really, really get around in the bloggyworld. Anywho.

I am a recovering Cafemom addict. When I first discovered Cafemom, I could not stop myself from checking it constantly. It was truly pathetic. I have weaned myself and now only check it when I have nothing better to do. I joined a group for my area shortly before moving here, but there isn't really much going on in there usually. I have posted a few times and get no kind of response so, piss on them. Yesterday was funny. There was a mom in my housing area that is new and looking for friends. I have no friends. Great match huh? So, I posted a response giving the general area where I live (it is a HUGE housing area). I, of course, didn't hear from her, but I did go back and read the post later and noticed that someone from my street had also responded. How crazy is that?

I decided to once again put myself out there and email the neighbor mommy. She emailed me back. We are now emailing back and forth. Sad that we live literally two houses apart and are emailing, but hey, whatever works right? I am trying my best to be on my best behavior. I don't want to reveal too many of my bad habits too might scare her off. It's like revealing too much about your life on a first date. Think the scene in Baby Mama where she tells the guy how she wants to have a baby and goes on and on...he excuses himself to the bathroom and you next see him outside hailing a taxi.

So now, I am trying to pretend not to be a crazy, stressed out, potty mouthed, gossiping, mother so as not to scare away this poor woman that I am courting for friendship. I am also trying to figure out if this is someone I would even get along with. I am almost to the point that I can pretty much conform to whatever though. I need interaction with someone taller than 5 foot and not male. Ya know?

Anywho, keep your fingers crossed that I won't reveal the crazy too soon. Mkay?

Thursday, November 13, 2008

I Am Risking It All

I am going to risk tarnishing the perfect image of me that you all have because I have spent the last several months carefully painting that picture. I am going to talk bad about my children, my housekeeping skillz, and the husband. I do that already, you say? Ah. Well hmmm. I guess this won't be any big surprise for ya then, will it?

I was cleaning today...for the only time this week mind you...and I thought about blogging this cute little thought: "I despise folding and putting away laundry!". Then, I realized it's not just laundry. It's dishes, sweeping, mopping, picking up, dusting, laundry...basically anything housework related. I know. It's terrible. It's a huge shock. I am not sure who wrote the book that says a stay at home mother is solely responsible for the cleaning of it, but I hate them. With a passion. I know that my good buddy AA somehow has managed to train her entire family to do things around the house, but she steadfastly refuses to allow me to ship mine there to be Amberfied. Meanie.

Remember, back a while ago, the DQ bedroom cleaning fiasco? At that time I decided that not only was that child grounded for 3 weeks, she would also do her own laundry. About a week ago, she managed to bring all of her laundry downstairs, threw it into the hallway in front of the laundry room, and wash and dry one load. This pile of laundry is gigantic. Huge. Did I mention that this hallway is also the entry way into our home? Yes. It is. I have ignored this pile for as long as I could stand it. She has apparently had no need to wash anymore of her clothing, therefore it sits. And sits. And sits. This tells me that the child has way too many articles of clothing for one, and for two she did it on purpose. She brought those clothes down here knowing that eventually I would grow tired of wading through knee deep piles of clothing. I finally cracked. I am now on my fourth load of laundry. Mostly hers. Absurd!

Remember, not too long ago, when the husband returned from his month long playdate? I missed that man like never before, but
I want to wring his neck! His things are now, once again, taking up their residence slung over the back of the rocking chair, the couch, or any other stationery object. I now have to wash clothes every day because he goes through a set PT clothes and ACU's every day. Speaking of ACU's! Who on earth invented these velcro infested uniforms the Army currently sports? Those things! They attach themselves to any and every thing. They even attach to themselves. Prying that velcro apart is no easy task let me tell ya! I sure am glad he's home though.

In case you haven't noticed, I only do housework on days when my ADD is in full effect. Or maybe the housework triggers the ADD? Either way, I can't concentrate on a single thing today. My Wii age has declined today. I made huge improvements over my original old lady score yesterday, but today is another story. I will not embarrass myself and reveal the age, but suffice it to say it is more than double my actual age. Pathetic, that's me.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Quality Family Time...

With a very high price. Yesterday, we decided we would take the girls to see Madagascar: Return 2 Africa. I saw the preview on like Thursday and thought it would be GREAT! It was fun and had music so the toddler would probably sit through it. Just in case, we planned to go during the day (as in matinee...cheaper) so as not to bother any die hard movie goers. I mean, it is a KID's movie and all that, but some people feel as though children should not be in a movie theater ruining their shot at seeing and hearing the movie. Why would these people be in a children's movie disgusted that they couldn't see/hear it? I don't know, but I guarantee they were there. Anywho, we picked a time, missed that time, and chose another.

I paid for the tickets to get in. On a Tuesday, at 3pm, for two adults and one child (toddler is free), the total came to $19. WOW! It has been a while since I went to a movie apparently. We get in line at the concession stand. HOLY CRAP! A large popcorn, an order of nachos because the husband doesn't do popcorn, three large drinks because the chick said it would be the same price to get a large as it would a small for DQ, and a small drink, $30. Seriously? I could have had Red Lobster or Olive Garden or something equally fabulous for the price of drinks and snacks? Now, you know why it is that people SNEAK FOOD into the theater. Bunch of ripoff artists! I will join the leagues of those food sneaking people if ever I return to a theater.

All of this could have been avoided if only the closest drive in theater (30 miles away) would have shown a movie I wanted to see! I mean...the kids wanted to see...yeah that's what I meant. Why aren't there more drive in theaters in the world? I love going to the drive in.

By the way, the toddler did do well at the theater. Only starting to have a tantrum when I restrained her from standing in front of me and trying to play peek-a-boo with the people in front of us. She was stopped with a handful of popcorn and a drink. During the previews, she yelled at the screen every time one of them ended. It was priceless. Good, quality family time that I will treasure for ever and ever...Amen.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Thanks to the Vets

90 years ago today World War ended with the signing of the armistice. Yesterday, I attended a program at DQ's school. It is wonderful to attend programs such as these at a school on a military installation. All of those in attendance are very well aware of the sacrifices that are made daily. I teared up while listening to the children sing God Bless America, America the Beautiful, and You're a Grand Old Flag while searching the crowd for their loved ones and beaming with pride. I got to see what a uniform of a soldier during World War I looked like. I must say, today's uniforms are much more flattering. I listened to a speech given by the most decorated Major my husband and I have ever heard of. I listened as a flag that was flown over Iraq in October of this year was dedicated to the school.

I listened as children recited a poem:

They Did Their Share
By Joanna Fuchs

On Veteran’s Day we honor
Soldiers who protect our nation.
For their service as our warriors,
They deserve our admiration.

Some of them were drafted;
Some were volunteers;
For some it was just yesterday;
For some it’s been many years;

In the jungle or the desert,
On land or on the sea,
They did whatever was assigned
To produce a victory.

Some came back; some didn’t.
They defended us everywhere.
Some saw combat; some rode a desk;
All of them did their share.

No matter what the duty,
For low pay and little glory,
These soldiers gave up normal lives,
For duties mundane and gory.

Let every veteran be honored;
Don’t let politics get in the way.
Without them, freedom would have died;
What they did, we can’t repay.

We owe so much to them,
Who kept us safe from terror,
So when we see a uniform,
Let’s say “thank you” to every wearer.