Saturday, January 17, 2015

Picture Happy Mama - a draft from 2008 (oops)

Since I'm procrastinating, as usual, I thought I would share some cute pictures of my kids from 2006 and on! I would share older pics too but I'm limited to what is already uploaded to DropShots since all the pics are on my desktop, not my laptop.

So without further ado, for your enjoying pleasure, I now present Photos from my life...


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What Do You Want For Your Birthday?

Or Christmas? I never have an answer to these questions. It's not that there is nothing I want, there just isn't ever anything I need. And the things I do want are so random and often times I just buy them when I have the money so there is never anything to actually put on my want list.

This year, however, I knew exactly what I wanted for my birthday, January 12th.

First, I wanted Ohio State to make it into the College Football Playoffs. And they did, at the number 4 seed.

The second thing I wanted was for them to beat Alabama in the Sugar Bowl. And they did, magnificently.

Then, I wanted them to WIN the NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP... ON MY BIRTHDAY... AND THEY DID!!!

I couldn't have asked for a better birthday present. It was the only thing I had asked for since I found out they would be playing in the title game. I had faith they would come through, unlike many of the haters out there. I never doubted that our backup for our backup could pull it off, and he did!

CARDALE FREAKING JONES, Ezekiel Elliot, and the rest of THE OHIO STATE BUCKEYES gave me exactly what I wanted for my birthday, and I couldn't be happier! Since I had to turn 30ish I am glad I could do so with a Buckeye win!

So thank you to everyone that had faith in our team! Thank you to all the haters that only fueled the fire to push them ahead in the playoffs. And thank you, Urban Meyer for being down to earth enough to know that winning wasn't a given, and leading those young men to the national stage where they were given the opportunity to prove to the world that THE Ohio State could stand on it's own two feet against the toughest opponents out there. Ohio Against the World!

Friday, January 16, 2015

Paradise Is For The Birds


Living in Hawaii isn't all sunshine and rainbows. It's pretty blasphemous to say that. There isn't much more annoying than people being jealous that you live in Hawaii and then being utterly shocked when you tell them, "it's okay." I know plenty of people that love it here. Locals, of course, because this is their home. As a military spouse, though, I am in the minority when it comes to not loving it here. 

Don't get me wrong. It's beautiful here. There are tons of things to do if you are the outdoorsy type. But for me, let me quote a popular meme: I'm outdoorsy in that I like getting drunk on patios. I'm really not a sun and sand kind of girl, which is why I loved living in Washington State so much. That is my perfect weather. I didn't even mind the rain. 

It rains in Hawaii too, and of course that is when you get to see some magnificent rainbows. In fact, it rained while we had family visiting. We had quite a few overcast and rainy days. Could you imagine spending a fortune to come to Hawaii and it raining half the time you were here? That is one thing that living here has going for it because you get to enjoy the sun and sand as if you were on an extended vacation.

It's not a vacation though. This is real life. 

We still have to pay rent: shocker. And our rent is outrageous. For our family of seven, in a 2000sf mainland style home, we pay $3200 for rent. Our house was originally listed at $3500 including landscaping services but the price was dropped when it just wasn't getting rented. 

Add the insane cost of electricity to that. In a normal month (aka: not using my central air), we spend between $300 and $400 to keep our family running. Laundry, dishes, hot showers, computers, cell phones, televisions, and lights all use electricity and while we could trim a little off the top, it really wouldn't make much of a difference. Using the air conditioning, however, makes a huge difference. The first year we were here I used our air just a handful of times and our bill was almost $500. About a year later we had a really hot summer that spilled over into fall and winter and I just couldn't handle it. I decided to see how much my electric bill would be if I kept my central air on all day. During the day it was set at 82 and in the evening I bumped it down to 78. The first month, which wasn't a full month of use, our bill was almost $600. It shocked me that it jumped so high but only $100 more than the handful of times I used it previously was manageable. The second month, however, jumped to $673. Almost $700 to run my air conditioning, not happening. I turned it off and opened up the windows again after that billing cycle. We just couldn't afford to throw our money away like that when we survived for over a year without using the a.c. continuously. We didn't need to use the central air on a daily basis.

Water, on the other hand, is an amenity we need everyday. With a family of seven, we use a lot of water. Laundry is never done, no matter how often I do it. Dishes are done at least twice a day. Water bottles are filled constantly because no one wants to be dehydrated in Hawaii. Showers are staggered so not everyone is showering in one day, even though they probably should he showering every day, and some of us take longer showers than necessary (my 9 year old son takes longer showers than any of the girls in the house, including me). Lastly, our sprinkler system. If we run it daily, which we have to do in the summer, it uses a lot of water (especially when there is a broken sprinkler head). Our bill was almost $300 when we used it consistently. When our sprinkler system broke and our landlord didn't get it fixed quickly, our yard started to suffer but our bank account was thankful. It's nice in the winter months, too. That is our rainy season so using the sprinklers isn't a top priority. This last bill only cost $105. It reminded me of our water bill in Washington. I wish it could be that low every month but I know I only saved about $50 from the norm because we were out of town for three weeks. 

Being out of town also saved on our grocery bill. I didn't buy groceries for almost an entire month. We left Hawaii, for Ohio, on the 19th of December. Two pay periods went by without grocery shopping. When we returned home we had some food (thanks to our extended stay guest) and I managed to hold off on grocery shopping until two days ago. I take that back, I did a small trip on Monday. I spent $160 at Safeway and I really didn't have much to show for it since the majority of it was for my birthday dinner of football food while we watched The National Championship game (GO BUCKS!). Then on Wednesday I made a trip to Sam's Club (wish I'd have waited til I got there for gas... Another pricey real life expense... But i just didn't think I had enough gas to make it there). Anyway, I spent $291 at Sam's. I purchased enough meat (all on markdown, it needed sold within a day) to last us about 3 weeks (provided I cook every night... Ha!). I also stocked my cupboards full of snacks for the kids' lunches, bought a cake for my oldest daughter's birthday (I just didn't have the time or energy to make one), and picked up a case of water along with some pink lemonade mix for the kids to mix. $450 was what I spent this week on groceries. That used to be my entire month's budget when we lived in Washington. I know grocery bills vary widely amongst families but I have always seemed to keep our budget for food on the conservative side, buying the cheapest product rather than the name brand each time (except macaroni, that must be Kraft... It's the cheesiest!). Despite my conservativeness when it comes to grocery shopping, here the cost of everything (due to shipping costs) runs my bill up every time. Milk runs $6 a gallon, bread is almost $4 a loaf, and margarine is $2 for a 4 pack of sticks. Even after spending all that, I still need to get dog food, and I am low on pasta and sauce (a staple around here), and there are probably five other things I still need to get because I didn't make a list before shopping.  $800 a month is the low end for us but more often than not, I am spending $1000 just on groceries. Which doesn't include the gas to drive around this speck in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

I was spoiled in Ohio. We saw gas under $2 for the first time in years. I even prepaid the gas for our rental (because I hate finding a gas station near the airport) and it still cost me less than what a tank of gas normally costs me here. The cheapest I found gas while back in Ohio was $1.71 and that was at Sam's Club (I love having that membership). Here, gas is usually cheaper on the military bases but I never go there... It's like the forbidden land for me. I've been a military wife for 11 years now and I still avoid the military life as much as I can. So, when I need gas I don't venture on post. I usually get my gas close to home unless I am making a trip out to Sam's where I can get it cheaper. This week I didn't have enough gas to make it out to Sam's so I filled up down the road. I had gas rewards but you can only use two at a time here, so I got $0.20 off per gallon. I paid $3.09 which ended up being less than the usual $60-70 fill up but then I got to Sam's to do my grocery shopping and gas was only $2.53! Oh, how I wish I could have made it. Could have saved another $10. That's also the lowest I have seen gas around the island since moving here a year and a half ago. 

Let's forget about the cost of living here for a moment and consider what it means to live somewhere instead of just vacationing in such areas. Our kids still need to go to school, which means early mornings and homework in the afternoons, 5 days a week. My husband still has to go to work which also means early mornings and more often than not, late nights due to meetings and traffic on the only two roads that lead home. Our evenings are filled with sports practice and our Saturdays are reserved for soccer games, college football and Doctor Who. Sundays are our only free days and during football season we usually spend them in front of the tv. We could always take that day as a mental health day and hit the beach or go hiking but again, I'm just not outdoorsy. On top of that, we are just too worn out from our weekly duties that we really just want to sit and relax (and clean the house since it hardly gets done during the week). 

So, the next time you are jealous that I get to live in paradise, remember that it's just like living everywhere else. You still have to grocery shop and pay the bills. You still have to go to work and help the kids with their homework. You still have to cook dinner and do the laundry. You still have to take your car for an oil change, take the dog to the vet, and make sure the garbage gets out on its scheduled day. There may be a lot of sunshine, there may be a lot of touristy attractions, but in all honesty, how often do you get out and enjoy what your city or state has to offer when your week is filled with personal and professional duties? I imagine it's not as often as you would like and not nearly the same as the person that just came to visit for two weeks. 

If you do get a chance to visit this island paradise, save your money just like you would for any vacation and enjoy what you can while you visit. If you move here on the military's dime, take it for what it is. Find something to enjoy about it, even if you are like me and just really don't like it, there is something here for you, too. Just don't be jealous of my sunshine and rainbows, surfing and hiking, palm trees and pineapples, because it does rain, we do get busy, and pineapples aren't as cheap as one would think. 

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This blog sucks! Ha! But, I intend to get back to it. My intentions are usually good but I'm such a slacker. I really don't have many readers so this is more for me anyway. If you are out there reading this though, keep your eyes peeled... New stuff is coming... Right now!

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Planning Mode

I am in full blown planner mode! Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Birthdays... they are all right around the corner and I want to have a plan in my head for each and every one of them.

Halloween: Each year (for awhile now) we have done a theme. Last year was decades. We had a diner girl (50's), a gangster (20's), a "Scream" guy (90's), and two 80's girls. The year before was superheroes. We had Wolverine, a knight, a viking (Astrid from "How to Train Your Dragon"), a soldier and Super Girl. And one year we went with a Wizard of Oz theme... THAT was fun and cute and everyone loved it. Lexi was Dorothy, Jacob was Tinman, Kadie was The Cowardly Lion, Adam was Scarecrow and Sara was a flying monkey... I was the Wicked Witch. I put on my dress, put on my Snugli baby carrier and put Sara in it. THEN I put her costume over her so it looked like she was flying :) It is easily my favorite theme and I imagine everyone else's too. Up until this year, that is. This year we are all getting in on the action and we are back to a cast of characters. I revealed our theme on Facebook yesterday but everyone will have to wait until next month when the costumes are all put together and the makeup and hair is all done. I think I am more excited about this year's theme than anyone else! Do you want to know what our theme is? Well, ok, twist my arm... It's Alice in Wonderland! Most of our costumes are going to be homemade or pieced together... no store bought full costumes. This way is cheaper, more fun and let's the kids (and mostly me LoL) interpret the characters how we want but still make them recognizable. I bet you can't wait to see us all dressed up :) The tricky part will be when the older two want to split off with their friends and we end up losing two characters... lucky for us the main character is a sweet and sassy 9yr old that loves sticking to her mama's side!

Thanksgiving: This I hadn't really thought of. I don't want to cook... I know that much. I don't have any friends here so no one but the family to cook for and I do that every day already. I suppose I could meet people between now and then or just offer up my house as a place to go for anyone military families with no place to go. What I'd really like to do is take a weekend flight to visit a friend and be able to go Black Friday shopping with her! Of course, I don't know if this is a possibility. Flights aren't too terrible around then but I haven't talked to her about it and I haven't talked to the husband about it. I doubt he would go for it anyway... it's just a thought. I'll probably just end up using my roaster to make a turkey, make my amazing mashed potatoes and cook the day away. It's one of the few things I am good at, so might as well stick to it, right? As for Black Friday shopping... maybe I will take the girls out with me, or the whole family! What do you think about that, John? HAHAHAHA! Anyway, I'm not too concerned about Thanksgiving, that tends to just fall into place anyway.

Christmas: Oh, it sure is sneaking up on us. You know there are only 13 weekends between now and Christmas?! That means only 6 pay periods for us military families paid twice a month. Wow... how did it get here so fast??? Despite the fact that it's just right around the corner, I do know what I want to get my kids for Christmas but shhhhh don't tell them! The Santa gifts are going to be somewhat big... I want to get Lexi her own clarinet. One she can keep and we won't have to rent or borrow. She can have it now, and over the summer, and when we move. Of course I don't want to spend $800 on one so I hope whatever I do decide to get her will last and not fall apart because it is cheaply made. I guess if that's the case then we keep renting and/or borrowing. {shrugs shoulders} Jacob has been wanting a ripstik for quite some time now and I think this Christmas will be the one where he gets it. The weather is more conducive to getting outdoor toys for Christmas since they will be able to use them right away and it will keep him active. Kadie is easy... an American Girl Doll.,.. oh wait, no. I still don't want to spend that kind of money on a doll, so I am getting her a practice balance beam! It basically sits on the floor but she can practice her balance, her cartwheels and any number of other things on it. She already has a bar she plays on all the time, so this will be perfect (and I am slowly turning my great room into a gymnasium LoL). Adam is getting a 12x6 soccer goal... which I suppose really is a family gift... hmmm, might have to rethink that one. Anyway, all the kids will love it. I almost want to go buy it now and set it up for them... THAT is how much they are going to love that thing. As for Sara... I don't have the slightest clue. She is following in Kadie's footsteps with the love of gymnastics but I don't have room in my house for anymore equipment. She likes soccer but not as much as Adam & Lexi. She is basically a mini adult. She would rather sit next to me and watch a movie than play with the other kids. She would rather sit and have a conversation with the adults than play in the other room with friends. So what do you get a kid like that... an espresso machine?! I really am lost as to what to get her. I know she won't know if it costs less or think any lesser of it if it's smaller than everyone else's gifts but I will know. And it will bother me! Gah! Any suggestions??? I did already buy the girls some barbies and Jacob some Legos and some cool looking dino transformer thingy for Adam... all on clearance! Plus I got them each a body board for the beach. And for Christmas Eve we are going to the Sheraton Hawaii Bowl! If you don't know what that is, it's a College football Bowl game. We have no idea who will be playing but the kids are super excited about it... and I haven't been to a college football game since... well, since college and it will be my kids' first one. We know Ohio State won't be there (their conference doesn't take part in that bowl) and that's cool because we are hoping to be watching them in the National Championship game ;)

Birthdays: We started our "Six months of birthdays" on August 1st with John's birthday. We went down to Waikiki Beach and watched a hula show then had dinner at Jimmy Buffet's Beachcomber which was amazing, albeit pricey, but amazing! On the 2nd we headed over to the beach again for swimming at dusk and fireworks at dark, right behind the Hale Koa for Jacob's birthday which wasn't until the next day but it was free fun. On the 3rd we had Da Big Kahuna for dinner. It was a good dinner, pricey again, but we got a good deal of food and the atmosphere was very kid friendly. It was also close to our hotel which was a major bonus. Kadie's birthday was 10 days ago. We started the day with donuts and balloons from Safeway then headed to Waikiki for a 90 minute submarine tour that John got an amazing deal on ($95... for ALL of us). Kadie had originally wanted Pizza Hut for dinner but since we were already in Honolulu we decided to find Round Table Pizza and eat there since we still had to drive back home and then order pizza and we had already missed lunch. We got lost finding the pizza place but eventually found it. The kids were tired and starving when we got there but it ended up being a great day. Sara's birthday is the next one up and we have decided to go with a spa theme. She is already talking about who she is inviting. I think I am going to stick with 2 friends, plus my girls for the party. It will keep my cost down and she will enjoy it all the same. I'm thinking simple but for her it will be perfect. Adam's birthday is only 18 days after that and I have no idea what we are doing for his. It's hard when they are on school break and people go out of town... of course we are in Hawaii now so he might just have friends around to come over for his party... if we have a party... hmmm. Why is it so much easier to have parties for girls than it is for boys?! Hmmm I'll have to do some thinking on this one. Then there is Lexi... she is turning 13 and this party is going to be BIG! Not Sweet 16 big, but big none the less. Her parties are usually the best out of everyone's... does that make me a bad mom? She is just so easy to plan for and she almost always has friends that she hangs out with all the time that she would invite. Plus her birthday is smack dab in the middle of the school year so it's much easier to plan and invite and actually have people available. Her theme this year is a glow party... or a rave, as John just so happened to point out. I have all kinds of ideas going through my head. It's going to be a blast! I foresee a large purchase from Oriental Trading Company before then... and I will most definitely be hitting up Halloween clearance too :) Oh, I almost forgot... my birthday is in there too. However, I have NO IDEA what I am doing for my birthday. John will be in Virginia for military schooling and it's unlikely I will have a babysitter or any friends or family here to celebrate with me. Might have to talk my kids into making me breakfast and pampering me all day. All I ask for is no fighting, no whining and them doing all the work I usually have to do... is that so much to ask?! I ask for the same thing on Mother's Day too... and that never happens LoL

So yeah... planning... lots and lots of planning.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Bring on the Sports

Our entire fall season is currently filled up with soccer and football and we wouldn't have it any other way. 4 nights a week we have 2 kids in soccer practice with games on Saturdays. And then our entire weekend is filled with football watching! We love it! It sounds a little crazy busy but really it's nothing. I almost feel like we aren't doing enough LoL

Lexi has been playing soccer for 8yrs now. She started when she was just 4 with a short season of indoor soccer while John was deployed the first time... and she hasn't stopped playing since. She has high hopes for one day playing professionally and if she is going to make that dream come true, I am going to have to help her along the way (read: shell out the money for better leagues). Currently she is playing for a recreation league on a U14 team. I am pretty sure the majority of the girls on the team don't actually take it seriously and up until this past weekend I was convinced we were only hurting her by having her play on this team. The coach is not exactly the best, and I would venture to say he is the worst coach I have ever encountered in the 8yrs we have been involved with the sport. John and I have a hard time watching the team play... partly because of the coaches inability to properly teach the girls and partly because the team just doesn't show enough seriousness. If they mess up, they laugh. If Lexi messes up, it pisses her off. She leaves her game each week in a mess of emotions from sad to angry. It hurts to see her that way. I know she isn't perfect. I know she makes mistakes. And I expect her to make mistakes... how will she learn from them if she never makes them? However, the coach pretty much contradicts everything she has ever learned about soccer... that makes it difficult for her to better herself as an individual and as a team player. We will be glad when this season is over, for all of our sakes.

My other soccer star is Adam. He has also been playing since he was 4 and he is an animal out there. He started his soccer "career" as a quick, little, ninja, ball hog! If Adam was on the field, he had the ball. If Adam had the ball, he was down the field in a flash. If Adam had the ball, Adam scored! It went that way until last season when he started playing U8 with goalies. I take that back, he started talking to his teammates more and passing the ball more when he played U7 the season prior to that but you could bet if he had the ball, he was scoring. Anyway, back to U8. He was passing, he was talking, he was dodging, he was playing goalie! He loved every minute of it. When I signed him up this season in Hawaii, he was determined to be goalie so he started practicing with Jacob in the backyard. Come to find out, they don't use goalies for U-8 here. He was rather disappointed but got over it quickly. And he loves his coach... as do we! These boys may only be 7 and 8 yrs old but they practice like bosses. They do hill sprints, they jog the length of the giant field they practice at, they side shuffle across the soccer field, they run backwards, they do push ups and sit ups and they rock it! Adam is a maniac out there. He never stops. He is a ball of motion on that field. They finally had their first game last week and it was the first time (aside from a scrimmage) that they actually played on the field as a team. It was comical, it was cute and it was fun to watch. I don't have high expectations out of kids this age for working together and playing their positions and not stealing the ball from each other... it happens. They just haven't grasped the concept. To them it's "Get the ball and score." Seeing the same kind of mentality at the U14 game, that is what grates on my nerves. Oh, we are talking about Adam... so yeah, it's much more enjoyable to watch his games. They had their second game this past Saturday and it was a great game! They played just a bit better than the week before and Adam seemed to be getting acclimated to running in the sun (there is a lot of shade at practice). He even scored TWICE! Another thing I love about this age group... they don't get too disappointed when they lose or mess up. It's still just fun being out there.

I don't want you all to think I am disappointed in my daughter... that is not the case. I am disappointed that at her age she is still dealing with the same kinds of things that happen in a U8 game. Stealing the ball from your own teammate, walking on the field instead of running, not knowing how to be a goalie (just because a girl is bigger does not mean she is going to make a good goalie), passing to the other team instead of your own team and terrible, terrible throw ins (KEEP YOUR FOOT DOWN!!!) Basic things that these girls should know but I suppose I am expecting too much from a rec. league. Time to find a more competitive league... of course that means more money too. It will all be worth it though when I see my daughter chasing her dream.

The other three kids are not currently in any sports. Jacob refused to play soccer when they wouldn't allow him to play up an age group in order to play on the same team as Lexi and wouldn't allow Lexi to play on a boys team at all. Oh, how I wish she could have played on a boys team. Those two only get along on the soccer field and they make a great team. I guess it was only a matter of time before she wasn't able to and had to move onto the girls' teams though. Anyway, I was going to sign Jacob up for basketball but $125 for a 9wk rec league just seemed like too much money for something he only wanted to do because he was doing nothing else. His real passion right now is "American Ninja Warrior" and if I could find him an obstacle course gym, I'd sign him up right now. He is definitely my dare devil. I've always said that he would be a professional stunt man one day. He throws himself on the ground, he slides, he dives, he climbs, he tumbles and he just keeps going. Maybe I can get him into some strength training and running and we can eventually build our own sort of obstacle course. Now THAT would be fun!

As for Kadie and Sara... they are OBSESSED with gymnastics. We traded an elliptical and trampoline for a gymnastics bar and mats prior to leaving Washington. These two girls love this thing! They are self teaching with videos from YouTube and ask every day to get their leos on so they can play on the bar. Kadie can't walk through my house without doing a cartwheel and Sara is constantly on her heels. Kadie has a lot of potential and Sara could too. I intend on signing them up for some gymnastics classes as soon as possible. I can't wait to add more crazy to our schedule :)

Oh, I almost forgot to mention... Adam was reading a book about Troy Aikman and all of a sudden decided he wants to be a football player when he grows up. What position, you ask? Oh, you know... defense! What?! Yeah... weird kid LoL He said he wants to tackle. We almost named him Thomas Anthony Nicholas Kelly (aka TANK) but it would have been completely ironic seeing as he is super skinny and super short. Maybe he could be a kicker, or a quarterback... or I suppose if he really, really wants to play defense... he will! I told him he is still too young to play tackle football, so I will sign him up when he is a little older. Of course there is also a minimum weight requirement and I am not sure he will meet it come that time but you never know. I won't crush his dreams though.

And how awesome would that be if I had a professional soccer player, a professional stuntman, a professional gymnast and a professional football player for my kids?! I'm not worried about what Sara will be... quite possibly a professional speaker. That girl never shuts up! But either way, we will have our choice of 4 professionals to mooch off of! Sweet! ;)

Friday, September 20, 2013

Once Bitten, Not Twice Shy

***The following contains somewhat graphic images at the end***

People always warn you about going to a stranger's house when picking up something you found on an internet site (i.e. Craigslist, Freecycle, Facebook "For Sale" Groups). They don't want you going into a dangerous situation and getting yourself hurt. We've all heard horror stories and sometimes our little hairs stand up on the backs of our necks when we find ourselves on a stranger's doorstep. But no, not me... I tend to get a sense for a situation and have a bit of an idea of how it is going to go. So let me tell you this story that just so happened to me 2 weeks ago.

I was skimming through one of my Facebook "For Sale" Groups and came across a post from a lady getting rid of a bunch of her items. She had posted a rather undetailed description of what she had to offer and requested to be contacted via text message if anyone was interested. I was interested in the two computer desk chairs she had so I shot off a text asking for pictures. She quickly responded and I liked what I saw. After agreeing on a price of $30 for both chairs (a pretty good deal), we set up a time for me to come get them.

The following morning I was to go pick up the chairs from her house. She sent me directions but offered to meet me at Walmart, if that was easier. I declined out of respect. I know I wouldn't want to load two computer chairs into my car to meet someone in a parking lot and potentially have them bail or not be able to find me. I was fine meeting her at her house. After all, my spidey sense was not tingling.

I had planned to drop my kids off at school and head straight over to her house but I didn't want to be early (and her not be expecting me so early) so I came back to my house. I procrastinated a little too long playing Candy Crush and smoking a cigarette (a nasty habit I picked up 9 months ago but have since given up). I was supposed to be there at 8:30 and it was already 8:15, it was to take about 20 minutes to get there according to Google Maps. Just as I was headed out the door I got a text message from the lady. She had to run to Pearl Harbor but would be back around 10am. Ok, no big deal. I didn't have anything else going on so I decided that I would hang out at home for a little while longer.

I got antsy at 9:30 so headed out earlier. I arrived just outside her neighborhood at 9:50 and decided to go drop off some books at the library around the corner so as not to arrive before she made it back home. The timing was perfect. I left the library at 9:58 and sent her a text message asking if we were still on for 10. She replied almost immediately. She was home and we were still good for 10. Great! In about 5 minutes I was going to have 2 new chairs and she was going to be $30 richer.

At 10:02 I drove past her house. It was on the corner so I missed the address. I turned around and pulled up to the curb. I didn't text her to let her know I was there but then again, she was expecting me... right? I walked around to the side of the house where the door was and walked through a small gate that led to her yard (the only way to get to her door). I walked up the two steps to the porch and noticed a "NO SOLICITING" and "BEWARE OF DOG" sign above the doorbell. Ok, you have dogs... no big deal. I have a dog. I like dogs. You know I am coming over... right? I could hear noise coming from the house (like someone was doing dishes) and knocked on the screen door. Immediately the door was answered by a barking dog just inside the screen door and not 2 seconds later, another dog came barreling through the screen door to greet me. This whole time I have a smile on my face. I don't even know why I was so happy. I just remember feeling happy.

Don't worry though... the happiness ended rather abruptly. I thought the dog was just nipping at my ankles like some dogs do. I tried to back up off the porch but by that time the medium sized lab/rottie looking mix had clamped down on the back of my right calf. There was screaming and crying and I shook the dog off my leg. The lady was not far behind the dog and she dragged him back in the house. I couldn't move. I was crying, I was shaking, I couldn't stand, and I couldn't move from that spot on her porch.

She came back out with a bottle of peroxide and a paper towel and I just about kicked her in the face when she tried to touch me. I was livid. I was in a lot of pain. And there was NO EFFIN WAY she was putting peroxide on the large, already bruised, wound on my leg. I hobbled my way off the porch and to the gate, still in her yard. I fumbled for my phone and instinctively called 911. That was at 10:08am. Apparently calling 911 here does not get you to the right person and you need to be transferred to the service that you actually need. Weird, but ok. I get on the phone with the paramedics and they ask me all kinds of questions... the first being was it a pit bull. No, no it was not. Pit bulls are not the only dogs that bite, people! Anyway, after finally figuring out where I was located, they were sending an ambulance and the police.

I made my way to a picnic table in a small courtyard in from of the house and the lady followed me over there. I held the paper towels on the bite that was hardly bleeding and called my husband to let him know what happened. And then I took a picture and posted it on Facebook. The lady called her boyfriend to also let him know what happened since it was his dog that bit me. The police were on their way, the ambulance was on it's way, my husband was on his way and the dog owner was now on his way.

We sat there in silence for what seemed like forever and then saw the two police cars drive by. They passed the house just like I did and had to turn around. They pulled up to the curb and asked if I was the one that called and then came to see what happened. They questioned me, they questioned her, they questioned the dog... ok, they didn't question the dog but they did ask to see the dog. Figures he looks all happy with tail wagging and no barking when the cop WITH A GUN walks up to him but when a HAPPY woman WITH A PURSE comes to the door all hell breaks loose. The lady explained that the dogs are just protective of the house and they don't let anyone get to the front door. News flash! I was AT the front door! And no one needed protecting from the girl with the money! AAAAANNNNNDDDD YOU KNEW I WAS COMING!!! Would it have killed her to put the dogs away? NO! But it sure could have killed me since she neglected to do that. It didn't though... as you can tell or else I wouldn't be typing up this blog right now LoL

The paramedics finally showed up. They determined that I was probably going to be fine but I needed to go get a tetanus shot and have the E.R. clean it out. The EMT asked me if I wanted the ambulance to take me but I was not paying that bill when my husband was on his way.

The police left after giving me a little card with the incident report number and letting us know that the Humane Society would be investigating. Did you know there is a one bite rule in most states? That means a dog can bite one time and nothing will happen... the 2nd time though, my guess is it doesn't turn out well for the dog. Also, did you know that having a "Beware of Dog" sign relieves the owner of responsibility because the victim knowingly put themselves at risk? Yup, didn't know what either. So needless to say, no charges were filed against the owners and I was sent on my way.

My husband arrived after everyone else had left (I think...) and I asked him if he still wanted me to get the chairs. Before he could answer, the lady piped up in a rather uncaring tone, "If you want." she said. {Did I mention she seemed more pissed than I was about this whole thing? And not pissed at the incident or the dog, but pissed at me for calling the cops!} I joked that I had come all that way so I might as well get them. I know, I probably should have just said "Fuck you AND your chairs." but it was a good deal {minus the dog bite} and I was already there and I did need computer desk chairs. So yeah, I got the chairs. I only had $22 in cash, the rest was in change that I pilfered from my 8 year old so the lady with the chairs and crazy dogs said I could have them for $22 instead of $30... the first nice encounter I've had with her since I showed up.

John loaded the chairs into my car, I followed him home and then we headed to the hospital in his Jeep. Getting in and out was a challenge. My leg really hurt but felt much better when the ER doctor numbed it all up. I'm pretty sure he put some funny drugs in that needle too because after that I was really giddy and everything was funny. The best part was when the male nurse filled my puncture wound with saline and then squeezed my leg. I took a picture which you can see below if you so desire LoL

It only took an hour and a half from start to finish in the emergency room and we got home just in time for the kids to get out of school. With my leg all wrapped up and the numbing meds still working I was able to walk all over campus to find my heathens and meet John back at the shopping plaza next to the school (that is another story in and of itself). Shortly after arriving home the numbing meds started to wear off and naproxen became my new best friend. It was uncomfortable to walk, it was uncomfortable to sit, it was uncomfortable to sleep and I was exhausted from such an eventful day.

Now here it is 2 weeks later and my leg is healing nicely. There is still a bit of a bruise and a knotted muscle underneath that but all in all I should be just fine aside from a scar. I wasn't scared of dogs before and I'm not scared of dogs now... will I walk up to another house with a Beware of Dog sign? Who knows... I am a little crazy.

And without further ado, for your viewing... er... whatever. Some of my "favorite" pics
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My squirty leg that made me laugh

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Thursday, September 19, 2013

Snack-a-tivity

I've been in total supermom mode lately... it's weird actually. I've always got done what I needed to get done but I am a procrastinator and I'm kinda lazy. But since moving here, I've been surprising my kids with little things on top of doing all the regular mom stuff.

When school started up and I was making their lunches every day I was leaving riddles and quotes and pictures on their sandwich bags for them to discover at lunch time. If it was a riddle, there was no answer. I loved asking them when they got home if they figured it out. Sometimes they did, sometimes they didn't. But they always enjoyed seeing what I would come up with next.

Now I am on a creative snack kick... hence the title of this blog post: Snack-a-tivity!

For Friday the 13th I made them little pretzel skeleton snacks on peanut butter smeared graham crackers and green eyeball oreos. Those were fun! Yesterday we just had nachos, but they LOVE nachos and usually those are reserved for my husband and myself and we are very reluctant to share. I did make it fun though when I told them they couldn't have anymore. When they asked why not... "Because they NA-CHOS!" Get it?! Nachos... Not yo's... not yours HAHAHA I sure hope you all got it because explaining it totally ruined it LoL Today has been my favorite snack so far. They are a crack up, you just can't help but smile when you look at them. And if I would have thought about it, I'd have made them "piratey" for Talk Like a Pirate Day but I kinda forgot. Shame on me! The kids still love them though :)
If you're happy and you know it clap your... Oh :(

I improvised with what I had on hand :)


You smiled, didn't you???

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Where Is She Now?

No, not Jodie Sweetin from Full House or Shannon Doherty from Beverly Hills 90210... but me, Bri, from Iowa or Washington or wherever I was the last time you came across this blog.

The last time I posted here, my husband was in the beginning of his deployment. It was a short deployment, only 7 months. It was by far the craziest one we have dealt with yet. We were having some hard times as a couple, I was having some hard times being a single mom again and I am pretty sure the kids were on a mission to drive me absolutely bat-shit crazy. Things calmed down a bit when he got back from deployment though. Things were going pretty well, the kids were starting to behave better and we were finally getting back into our family routine.

Then all hell broke loose. Things went from good, to okay, to bad, to worse in what feels like the blink of an eye. My marriage was broken. We were divorcing. We were working it out. We were separating. We were moving to Hawaii... what?!

Yeah, the Army really has a way of throwing a wrench into things. We knew we were going to be leaving Washington but we had NO IDEA that they would be sending us to Hawaii. Although, in the Army's defense, we did put it on our list... however, it was #15!!! There were 14 other places higher on our list that we would have gladly taken. Ok, Army, lesson learned.

By the time he got his official orders to Hawaii, we were on the path to working things out but we still weren't sure if we were making the right decisions. We told the kids we were going to Hawaii. Then we told the kids Daddy was going to Hawaii and we were moving back home to Ohio. Then we told the kids we were staying in Washington while Daddy went to Hawaii. Now the kids were just as confused as we were. Another lesson learned... keep your mouth shut until you've actually made a decision.

And then one day I did. Out of the blue it came to me like some sort of epiphany. I knew what I had to do and I was going to Hawaii with my husband, our 5 kids and just one of our dogs {if you have never taken a pet to Hawaii, it is a big, big hassle... especially if you have less than 120 days before you have to be there}. I called about a couple of houses, something we had yet to do since finding out we were headed to the middle of the Pacific Ocean and I found the perfect house. I was under the impression she was offering us the house but it turned out when she said, "I will be sending you the lease agreement," it really meant that she had other possible tenants and that she would get back to me. In the end we didn't end up with that house and were back to square one with the house hunting.

We arrived on the Island of Oahu just shy of 3 months ago... dammit, 2 months, 2 months! I suck at math LoL We spent the next two weeks shacked up in a hotel, driving back and forth from Waikiki (where we were staying) to Ewa Beach (where we were looking to live). We put in applications for housing on post to find out the wait time was at least a year for a family our size and considering we only had 60 days authorized in a hotel, we started looking even harder for an off post rental.

School started shortly after arriving and without an address, I had no idea where my kids were going to be going to school. Not only did I not know where they were going to school, I didn't know what kind of supplies they would need or if they would need uniforms or if the school was even worth sending them to. I strongly considered homeschooling but now was not the right time and luckily we found a house just days before school started.

I am still considering homeschooling, however I am giving the schools a chance. Lexi really likes her school and I think the classroom is the best place for her. Jacob is a very trying child and does very well in a structured environment. He gets way too stressed at home with his siblings around. The younger three, I think they would flourish being homeschooled but again, now is not the time. We still aren't quite settled. Yes, after 3 months I am still a hot mess from the move LoL

My van finally arrived in the middle of August which meant I could finally stop paying out of my ears for a rental car. We had a Ford Flex when we first arrived. It was an awkward vehicle to drive but it fit us all. We kept that car until we moved into the house and then I rented a Chevy... a Dodge... crap, I can't remember. Anyway, it was a cute little black car with a moon roof and only seated 5 but John's Jeep was already here and if we needed to go anywhere we would just drive separately. I loved that car! Which is a bit ironic seeing as I can't even remember what kind of car it was. Probably blocked it out since I won't ever be able to get one. I was so glad when I got MY CAR back though! As much as I loved the Chevy/Dodge... I am a total soccer mom and LOVE, LOVE, LOVE my Odyssey. The new one is on my wish list ;)

The unpacking and organizing has gone slowly but smoothly since our household goods arrived. I am doing pretty well keeping up with the laundry and the dishes and the sweeping (and not scratching) of 1200sf of hardwood floors (the upstairs is all carpet) and the boys are keeping their room clean (the girls, not so much). I still don't have all of our pictures on the walls but it will eventually get done as long as I can stop breaking them.

Well, to be honest, I haven't broken any picture frames {knock on wood}, but the kids have and the movers have. But I have broken several glasses {one of them was one of my favorites that I use for my raspberry iced tea, sniff - sniff}. It has officially been dubbed the year of broken glass. And that year can be over at any time now.

Not only have we been dealing with broken glass since moving in, we have also had one rotten thing after another. John's Jeep didn't pass inspection which led to us having to shell out $230 for a new windshield and reflector light on his bumper. Then I was bit by a dog... no, not bit... attacked. This little fucker {yes, little. It wasn't a big dog. More like medium sized.} sunk his vampire teeth into my calf. It hurt like a bitch. It instantly bruised and I spent the afternoon in the ER. It's healing nicely and doesn't hurt anymore, aside from the tenderness of the swollen muscle and I am pretty sure I am not going to die... nor do I wish the stupid dog any harm either. From my understanding though, the Humane Society is investigating and there was a police report in regards to the incident. On a less dramatic note, one of my son's broke his glasses... the other son had a little boy knock his glasses off and rub them in the dirt, scratching them to hell. The first pair of glasses was replaced at no cost because it was just the frames... this second pair I am thinking is going to cost what I paid for the lenses ($79, transitions). The mom of the little boy did offer to foot the bill and was pretty pissed. Yay for parents that actually take responsibility for their kids' actions instead of playing it off or defending him. Thankfully we are not strapped for cash though like we were a couple weeks ago and I am not distraught over the glasses issues... it happens. Sometimes kids are just dumb and don't think. We all have had our share of that. In other boy issues, Jacob woke up with a swollen eye and missed school due to the possibility of pink eye. Turns out it was a pretty big and painful sty under his eyelid. He is fine now, aside from his glasses being scratched to hell from the above little boy. And Adam, he woke up with a nasty looking bump on his shoulder. I think it was a spider bite. John cleaned it up and put a band-aid on it and it has all but gone away now. Then yesterday I had a headache from Satan himself. It started out as a stabbing pain, then turned into a dull, all around, whole head throbbing. Naproxen didn't help, Tylenol didn't help, Ibuprofen helped a little. I was in bed by 9pm and woke up again with a slight headache. Not sure what is going on but here is hoping it's just PMS related and nothing more serious, like a brain tumor {kidding, I always joke that I have a tumor to which my husband replies in his best Arnold voice... "It's not a tumah!"}

So yeah, that leads me to today. Just another scorching day in my hot and humid house where I refuse to use the A/C because it would double my electric bill. I've got mouths to feed and sports to fund. We can sweat it out a little bit. Oh, and it's Wednesday... kids get out early. Thanks to Megan {the BFF from Boston with no kids} for reminding me to not forget them ;)

Eventually things will start getting better again, right??? Just nod and agree, nod and agree :)

Death of a Blog

The only way to keep a blog alive is to keep posting on it. I failed. Something happened along the way and I just stopped posting. I blame Facebook.

I started this blog long before I was on Facebook and then when Facebook became all popular, I made the switch. More people over there to read all my crazy crap. But, this isn't for them, is it? Nope, it's for me...

So maybe I don't have a bunch of followers. Maybe a bunch of random people don't stumble across my blog and find it so awesome that they then become followers. No, that's ok. I am here to save my blog, for me... and for my kids to maybe read one day. And for anyone else, thanks for taking the time to read about my crazy rollercoaster of a life.

I hope anyone stumbling upon this maybe decides to stick around to see where this all goes but don't worry, I won't be offended if you don't come back. However, if you stick around, I can guarantee you will laugh... and you might even cry... and hopefully you will nod your head in agreement signifying that no, I am not the only one out there that can't remember where her phone is as it is pressed to her ear or that it's Wednesday and her kids get out an hour early. I thank you in advance for letting me know I am not alone.

So, welcome to my blog... or see you later! Let's get this ball back on a roll :)

Monday, April 23, 2012

Deployments Suck

The first time it happened we weren't exactly on the best of terms. I almost didn't move to Georgia with him just months before deployment and if I hadn't I am pretty sure our marriage would not have made it these last 7yrs. But, I decided to save my marriage and be the dutiful wife. Our 3 kids and I sent him off and I survived. I even managed to find a close friend to keep me company during the deployment. When he came home on leave we had a great time in Florida where he knocked me up with our 4th kid. Things seemed to be smooth sailing from that point on. He was deployed for 12 months that time.

The second time was a longer deployment. 15 months. We now had 5 kids. No, I did not have twins when he knocked me up in Florida but we did have a post deployment baby too (making number 4 and 5 Irish twins). We got everyone all decked out in their red, white and blue and we sent daddy off again. We were on much better terms this go around and yet I still did not cry. I knew the life we were living. I handled it just fine the first time, and I would handle it just fine once again. I made it easier on the babies (who were barely 4 months and just over a year old) by ordering a Flat Daddy. If you have no idea what that is, you are definitely missing out. Basically it was a life sized cutout of our hero. We took it every where with us and the kids never failed to kiss Flat Daddy goodnight.

This is now our third deployment and my, my, my has it been hard. I am a hot mess. I think part of the problem is we came from a post where daddy was home whenever we needed him. For two years he was home for dinner, home when the kids stepped on the school bus, home in time to coach his daughter's soccer team and take his son to Scouts. Another part, I think, is that it had been 5 years since we sent him off. Our youngest is now 5 and she is a total Daddy's girl. It may be hard on me to have an empty bed and be the sole care taker of 5 kids but what was it gonna do to my kids who were getting older and wiser? I will be honest, I have cried several times... before he deployed and after he deployed, never in front of the kids and NEVER in front of my husband.

This is hard enough on him as it is without worrying about me surviving another deployment. Don't get me wrong, I WILL survive but dammit, deployments don't ever get easier. In my case they just get worse. In case you were wondering... deployments suck!

And while I appreciate the love, the support and the hugs... here are a few reminders on things to never say to the wife of a deployed Soldier:

1. Oh, I completely understand. My husband works long hours. {FYI: you DO NOT understand unless your husband is IN the military}

2. Wow, that must be hard for you to go so long without sex. {yes, because THAT was what I was concerned about}

3. Is the baby his? {nope, the first thing I did when he left was find the closest dick to get me through the long time without sex... guess I should have been more careful}

4. I don't know how you do it! {Guess what? Neither do we!}

5. You can't be too upset about it, you knew he could get deployed. {Yes I did but that doesn't mean I have to like it... and we are all entitled to a little bitching every now and again... weren't you just bitching about daddy missing little Suzie's play due to a meeting? Thought so.}

6. Suck it up {only other military wives are allowed to say this, everyone else will be bitch slapped}

7. I would be so scared my husband would be killed... aren't you scared? {of course I am! But I choose to not live in fear of the "what ifs" and the "could be's" This is his job, just like a police officer or firefighter does his job. Hell, the pizza delivery guy could get shot or in a head on collision but you don't hear anyone fearing for their lives.}

8. Don't you miss him? {I don't know, do you miss your husband when he works late?! Yes I miss him. Do I let it consume me? No! I have to get on with the every day and do it all on my own. I have kids, pets and bill collectors that rely on me to be the woman I need to be. I can miss him without being consumed by it.. even though lately I am a hot mess but let's forget I told you that}

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Dream, Dream, Dream

I have been known to have some crazy dreams. Most of the time I remember them in vivid detail but lately I have been forgetting them as soon as I wake up. I have read that if you keep a dream journal next to your bed and write in it as soon as you wake up that you will remember your dreams better. I have done this several times. In fact, I love going back and looking at some of those crazy dreams and looking up the meanings of the things I encountered in my subconscious.

A while ago I had a dream that I was sitting on an indoor beach watching Robert Pattinson film a movie. While I do like Twilight, I am not particularly a Robert Pattinson fan so sitting around watching him is not really my idea of fun. Anyway, as I am leaving the movie set I run into Chucky. You know, the demonic, walking, talking, I will gut you like a fish for fun, psycho doll from Child's Play. I actually used to love those movies when I was younger. I remember seeing one of them in theaters but as I got older and they came out with My Buddy (which was eerily similar to Chucky), I started to develop a fear of him. I couldn't look at My Buddy without freaking out and my siblings and cousins took full advantage of that. They tortured me with that stupid doll and thus setting the fear in me for years to come. If I ever saw the movie box at the store, I would jump or scream or cover my eyes in a panic. And no doubt, that night, I would have a dream about him trying to kill me. I would wake in a panic and not be able to get back to sleep. That all changed with this dream with Robert Pattinson and Chucky. I am not quite sure what was going on in the dream but I remember I was running through a city trying to save my kids. I did not want Chucky to find them. As I was rounding a corner I came face to face with the demon doll. He attacked me but this time I did not wake up in a panic... this time I grabbed that little doll and I kicked the shit out of him. I beat him until there was nothing left to beat. I tackled my fear, literally. Ever since then I have not been nearly as terrified of that face. If I see the movie box in the store, I look away. I mean, let's face it, the doll is ugly. But it does not prompt nightmares and I am so glad for that cause nightmares suck... especially when the Army makes you sleep alone so often.

So yeah, I have some crazy dreams. And two nights ago was no different. What I remember only comes in spurts but if I start telling you about it I will probably start remembering more. Usually as I am telling John about the crazy things my mind comes up with while I am sleeping I start saying things like, "Oh, and before that." and "I almost forgot, but..." So what do you think it means when you are standing on the stairs and a 600lb bull comes running down the stairs and squishes you against the railing? This is how my dream started out. Then as I am there with my personal space over run by a big black bull, my step dad comes up and says that if this bull wins the competition that he will give me $1 for every pound it weighs. Okay! The next thing I know I am in my van on a dirt road when a train comes along. The engineer yells that she has already cleaned that side of the road so to watch out for oncoming cars. Apparently I was in a town where they turn it into an old western town, which is why the roads were covered in dirt but the train comes through the clean it all up. Suddenly I am surrounded by vehicles with John's grandparents following closely behind me with his granddad on the phone the whole time and two of my mom's aunts close in front of me, only they are driving backwards and yelling at me that I have the wrong kind of tires on my car. They are also asking about my jewelry that I explain was my grandma's. I some how lose the old people but now I am in a trailer with my kids, and my friends' kids and I am scared for my life. People were coming to kill me. People I knew... family... friends... they were coming to kill me. So I grabbed a shoe, some other stuff and lastly some knitting needles. Those would end up being my weapon of choice. I held them in my hand and waited for my assailants to come in. I stayed close to the wall watching out the window and listening at the door. Then the door opened and I cowered in the corner with my knitting needles in hand. A man with something underneath a blanket came close to me and I feared for my life. Another guy that came in with him told me to relax and that I would like what was underneath the blanket. And I did... it was a baby. A cute, little, black, baby boy. I don't know where it came from but I don't care. Then I remember the events from earlier in the day. I was sitting with a friend that just found out she was pregnant. In just four hours she went from 4 weeks to 38 weeks and she was ready to have the baby at any moment. She wanted to be left alone so I got her some warm, wet blankets and I left her in the bathtub to have her baby. This cute little baby must be hers. Then I find out that my bull did not win his competition. He spazzed out and didn't even compete. That is when I wake up. And I am left with the feeling that I slept like crap and that a bull was sitting on my lower back. Stupid bull.

Anyway, that leads me to a dream dictionary site that I often to use to look up what these things mean. It is interesting to put your subconscious thoughts into your real life and see that it actually makes some crazy kind of sense. So if you want to look up what it means to dream about a bull or a doll or a baby then head over to http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary/ they have all kinds of insight into our subconscious images. Oh, and don't be surprised to hear about more of my crazy dreams.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

3 Leap Years

In January of 2000 I started talking to this really great guy. I knew him from high school but we didn't really hang out much then. Actually, our Freshman year of high school we were both in JROTC and he asked me to the military ball that year. I remember my grandma taking me to buy a dress and to get my hair done. I looked amazing for a dorky 15yr old with Koolaid streaks in her hair. My date was pretty dorky too... and I have the picture to prove it! However, he ended up getting a girlfriend just two weeks prior to the ball and while he still took me, I didn't see him all night.

Anyway, we started hanging out a lot right around my 19th birthday. And while we were just friends, we flirted a lot. We teased each other (I joked that he should be my boyfriend), we looked out for each other (I asked him to tag along on my blind date, just in case LoL) and we even held hands during a scary movie (Scream 3, yes I am a chicken!). Even with all that, I still was not really interested in him as a boyfriend. He was a great friend and a great guy but my heart belonged to someone else.

A month or so later my heart was broken. The guy I liked, that I thought liked me, just wasn't interested. I was reading all the signs wrong and I was the only one that didn't see he was not the one for me. I was the only one that couldn't see what was right there in front of me. That guy that chaperoned my crazy date... that guy that held my hand when I was scared... that guy that I joked with on a daily basis.

So on the night of February 28th, as we all sat around the apartment having a great time, I finally admitted to a friend that I might like him more than just a friend. She then took it upon herself to push us together... literally. She pushed me into his lap as I got close to him. I still wasn't sure if this was right. Yes, he was amazing. Yes, he was a great friend. I just didn't know where I wanted it to go. He made that easy though.

Sometime after midnight he asked me if I would go on a date with him. He wanted me to be his date to the military ball! 5 years after the last ball he ditched me at and now he wanted to take me to another. I laughed. Was he serious? I didn't want to be made a fool of again, so I said, "I don't know. Depends if you are going to get another girlfriend before the ball." And being quick witted and oh so smooth, he responded with, "Well what if my girlfriend is you?" How do you say no to that?! YOU CAN'T! And I didn't.

On that leap year in 2000 I became his date to another military ball... and I also became his girlfriend. Who would have known that 12 years later we would still be telling this story? Still debating over who ditched who at that first military ball. Still laughing about me joking about being his girlfriend. If you asked me 12 years ago where I would be today I don't think I would have said married to the boy who ditched me at a high school dance. Yet here we are. Happily married for almost 10 years, together for 12 and 5 kids, 2 dogs and 3 states later.

Through the good, the bad, the funny and the sad, I love you more than words can say. I cannot imagine what my life would be without you in it. Happy 3rd Leap-iversary, John C. Whitehead!

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Why, Hello There!

It has been almost 5 months since I last posted. So much has happened that the outside world just does not know about...

For instance, did you know that my husband did NOT deploy in December like I previously reported?! Nope! He is still here with us. Prior to moving here to Washington we were under the impression he would be deploying this spring. Then we got here and they changed it to December. We were bummed that he would be gone before our Christmas vacation plans but then that changed too. The rest of his unit was deploying but he was staying back with a handful or so of others. Then they announced the remainder of the unit would be following this spring (yup, back to the spring again)... most likely the end of April. So yeah, he will be deploying soon. When? Well, I can't say exactly... and not because of operational security reasons but because WE STILL DON'T KNOW! Frustrating is an understatement. Yesterday I thought I knew when he was leaving and now today that changed. I know, I know, take everything the Army says with a grain of salt and don't believe it until it's actually happening. Trust me, I know all this. We still have not had this short of notice, or this many changes happen within a single unit in the entire 8yrs we have been an Army family. I imagine I will survive though. It would just be nice to know how much longer my husband will be home with us :)

On another note, that Christmas vacation I mentioned earlier... I posted about that previously as well. I mentioned that we wouldn't get to go because of the Army wanting us to pay back $6100 that they advanced us that we had no way of proving that we were entitled to because of the moving company's mistake. Well, we went on our Christmas vacation! My sister surprised the kids in California, we stayed at an amazing resort and had a great time at Disney and Universal. I got to meet a wonderful photographer (and great internet friend) and we had our family pictures done in Downtown Disney. They turned out GREAT! I was so excited to see them and I knew she would not disappoint. Our trip was expensive but well worth it. The kids really enjoyed it but man did I miss the traditional Christmas stuff with our family back in Ohio.

As for the issue with needing to pay back the Army for our DITY move, that is coming to an end this next month. We finally got a "bill" from the Army asking (HA!) for their money back. Thankfully we had it put into savings just for this reason. ABF paid us back in full for our entire move and even went above and beyond (after much deliberation) and sent us a check for an extra $2000. Of course that was not a negotiable amount... it was either take it, or leave it. We took it just so we could end the back and forth and get on with life. I am highly disappointed that all that money will have to go right back to the Army and that we got NOTHING out of moving ourselves (the only reason we even did a DITY move was for that extra money) but at least we got the moving company to cover our butts so that we can pay the Army back and not meet any financial burden. That is a big weight off our shoulders.

That is about all that has happened in regards to things I had previously posted about. Life around here is hectic as usual and with hubby deploying soon I imagine I will get back to a regular blogging routine. I am even thinking about starting up a new blog. So, I hope there are still some of you out there that like reading this drivel that I post.