Oh, this word comes up in many coversations as of late. Several of my friends began "decluttering" their house either to sell it, prepare for another baby, or simply to follow through on one of their deployment goals.
There is a possiblity I might work from home so I invaded the bonus room, otherwise known as his AO (area of operation) or the only room in the house where I allow anything ACU/BDU. Before he left, I managed to take over a corner and since my honey will not return until the end of this year, I am now in the process of taking over the entire room.
Poor guy.
Today I started with the evil WP trunk. Some of you may know what I am talking about. You know the coffee table, TV stand, garbage disposal, and crap holder all rolled into one clunky, gold and green piece of furniture.
I did not get very far. In it I found letters and cards from me. He kept over 60 cards/letters over the years and of course I read through each and every one of them.
Somedays I simply do not comprehend or realize how much the two of us went through in order to get to where we are today. How do two very immature 15 and 16 year olds turn into a 24 and 25 year, surviving deployment while planning to start a future and family together? Days like today make me smile. I love our history, both the good and the bad.
Most days I skip the obvious in this blog...I am so lucky to be in love with my best friend.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Poo Poo Pants
This is his infamous nickname for me. It all started a few years back and whenever I appeared on the verge of crabbiness, he would pull me into his chest and go "Poo-poo Pants". I would immediately giggle and all of a sudden feel better.
It has shortened over the years to "Poo-poo". If anyone is around when he yells for me, they kind of look at us funny. Yes, a strange nickname I know.
And today, I am sure I would hear "Poo-poo" out of his mouth.
You see, as the days go on, I continue to grow more and more frustrated with job hunting. My problem? I want to do everything, but do not know specifically, same as my senior year in college. Thank goodness my former boss emailed me out of the blue in January of my senior year to offer me a position. I never sent out a single resume until now.
And apparently since I do not have a Masters Degree, I am not qualified for 80% of the jobs that are of interest to me. I want to stay on my career path of anything related to sports or college support staff. We will see what the future holds for me.
I shared my frustrations with Jeni on the phone. After a few interviews and resume drop-offs, I headed over to her house and my wonderful friend pulled a delicious piece of chocolate cake and glass of milk out of the refrigerator for the two of us. Just what I needed.
God bless my friends.
It has shortened over the years to "Poo-poo". If anyone is around when he yells for me, they kind of look at us funny. Yes, a strange nickname I know.
And today, I am sure I would hear "Poo-poo" out of his mouth.
You see, as the days go on, I continue to grow more and more frustrated with job hunting. My problem? I want to do everything, but do not know specifically, same as my senior year in college. Thank goodness my former boss emailed me out of the blue in January of my senior year to offer me a position. I never sent out a single resume until now.
And apparently since I do not have a Masters Degree, I am not qualified for 80% of the jobs that are of interest to me. I want to stay on my career path of anything related to sports or college support staff. We will see what the future holds for me.
I shared my frustrations with Jeni on the phone. After a few interviews and resume drop-offs, I headed over to her house and my wonderful friend pulled a delicious piece of chocolate cake and glass of milk out of the refrigerator for the two of us. Just what I needed.
God bless my friends.
Great Attitude Award!
I feel honored to receive this wonderful and cute award from The Rambling Diva
Now to nominate someone whose blog shows great attitude/gratitude:
Oh this was easy...
D.A.R. at First comes love, then comes marriage.
Mostly because I feel privileged to be considered her friend and second of all, she should write a book on Murphy's Law in deployments and how to handle it gracefully.
Now to nominate someone whose blog shows great attitude/gratitude:
Oh this was easy...
D.A.R. at First comes love, then comes marriage.
Mostly because I feel privileged to be considered her friend and second of all, she should write a book on Murphy's Law in deployments and how to handle it gracefully.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Daisy Mae
Oh yet another post about her dogs.
>insert weird dog lady comment here<
Today, for the first time in over a month, I experienced a "I need him here" moment. I walked into the vet's office this morning, bright and early, to drop Daisy off to get spayed.
The tech went through all of my options including an additional $60 for laser surgery. I remember hearing someone, for the life of me I cannot think who, rant and rave about it. I stared at the paper some more and thought this decision would be so much easier with him here.
I called my mother and with great confidence checked the box "yes" next to laser surgery and knew I would get less swelling, blood, and pain.
At 4pm, I literally skipped into the office and could hardly wait to see her again. The tech sat me down and tried to talk to me, but I just wanted to see Daisy. Then she said, "Bless her heart, you need to go back there and get her. Every time someone goes back there to try and check on her she either pees or poops herself. We think she is either scared or stressed." Holding back tears, I said OK.
I walked through the back and finally arrived at her crate and saw an image I would soon like to erase from my head for forever.
Daisy...sitting straight up against the back wall, hair standing straight up on her neck, and violently shaking.
I thought she recognized me as she took one step forward. I began to lean towards her. Suddenly, she shot to the back of the cage and started growling and shaking at me. At me?!?
So I did what any normal, composed woman would do...I started crying.
I walked away for about 20 seconds, wiped my tears, walked to her cage, and in my sweetest voice ever called for her. She slowly started towards me and smelled my hand. After recognizing my smell, she began nervously and excitedly licking my face and jumping all over me. A huge sign of relief came over me.
Physically- OK Mentally- Not so much
Thank goodness I checked laser surgery. I can only imagine if she experienced regular surgery.
And 5 hours later, she is now fast asleep on top my feet. Still slow to move around, but snuggled up to me pretty much all night as I watched The Bachelor and One Tree Hill.
>insert weird dog lady comment here<
Today, for the first time in over a month, I experienced a "I need him here" moment. I walked into the vet's office this morning, bright and early, to drop Daisy off to get spayed.
The tech went through all of my options including an additional $60 for laser surgery. I remember hearing someone, for the life of me I cannot think who, rant and rave about it. I stared at the paper some more and thought this decision would be so much easier with him here.
I called my mother and with great confidence checked the box "yes" next to laser surgery and knew I would get less swelling, blood, and pain.
At 4pm, I literally skipped into the office and could hardly wait to see her again. The tech sat me down and tried to talk to me, but I just wanted to see Daisy. Then she said, "Bless her heart, you need to go back there and get her. Every time someone goes back there to try and check on her she either pees or poops herself. We think she is either scared or stressed." Holding back tears, I said OK.
I walked through the back and finally arrived at her crate and saw an image I would soon like to erase from my head for forever.
Daisy...sitting straight up against the back wall, hair standing straight up on her neck, and violently shaking.
I thought she recognized me as she took one step forward. I began to lean towards her. Suddenly, she shot to the back of the cage and started growling and shaking at me. At me?!?
So I did what any normal, composed woman would do...I started crying.
I walked away for about 20 seconds, wiped my tears, walked to her cage, and in my sweetest voice ever called for her. She slowly started towards me and smelled my hand. After recognizing my smell, she began nervously and excitedly licking my face and jumping all over me. A huge sign of relief came over me.
Physically- OK Mentally- Not so much
Thank goodness I checked laser surgery. I can only imagine if she experienced regular surgery.
And 5 hours later, she is now fast asleep on top my feet. Still slow to move around, but snuggled up to me pretty much all night as I watched The Bachelor and One Tree Hill.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Doggie Adventures
In case some of you could not tell from my blog, I can do crazy things at times.
Our conversation went something like this a few days ago:
Me: I think I want babies
Him: You know what that means!
Me: No, what?
Him: We are getting you another puppy
Me: You know me too well
Both Dakota and Daisy are products of me catching the baby fever for a week or so.
And what do you know? Today I almost brought home puppy number 3. Yes, you heard me right.
Jeni and I were out running errands this afternoon. About 4 blocks from her house, I felt her hand grab my arm and yell, "Oh my goodness, oh my goodness". She pulled a u-turn and out in the cold rain near the woods sat a beautiful black lab, I am guessing 3-4 months old with no collar/tags etc.
The puppy came right up to Jeni and I and started whinning and wagging her tail so excited for us to pet her. I picked her up and we headed to the Humane Society. Of course, it closed at 1pm and we arrived two hours too late.
I told her since she had two toddlers and a dog, I would take her home until Monday. We would both head back to the shelter and drop her off. Jeni, my dear friend, did an excellent job trying to convince me to keep her saying this and that. I put my head into my hands and said, "I am going to end up with three puppies" after I stared at her oh so adorable face.
We headed back to her house and played with the puppy. The kids pulled on her, sat on her, and she just continued to wag her tail. Her temperment was so incredible!
Playing with the kiddos
After dinner, another couple came over. They already own a lab, but since the wife is 34 weeks pregnant, I did not hold my breath. Well after 20 minutes or so, they announced that as they walked in the door they knew they would take her home! I am thrilled we found her a good home and not mine.
Jeni and I both felt we did a good deed today saving this sweet puppy.
I knew 3 dogs would be out of the question for me. I only have two hands for rollerbalding.
Also, Daisy goes to the vet on Monday to get fixed so I did not want to take any attention away from her. I am already so scared for her because I am a big baby when it comes to my puppies.
Our conversation went something like this a few days ago:
Me: I think I want babies
Him: You know what that means!
Me: No, what?
Him: We are getting you another puppy
Me: You know me too well
Both Dakota and Daisy are products of me catching the baby fever for a week or so.
And what do you know? Today I almost brought home puppy number 3. Yes, you heard me right.
Jeni and I were out running errands this afternoon. About 4 blocks from her house, I felt her hand grab my arm and yell, "Oh my goodness, oh my goodness". She pulled a u-turn and out in the cold rain near the woods sat a beautiful black lab, I am guessing 3-4 months old with no collar/tags etc.
The puppy came right up to Jeni and I and started whinning and wagging her tail so excited for us to pet her. I picked her up and we headed to the Humane Society. Of course, it closed at 1pm and we arrived two hours too late.
I told her since she had two toddlers and a dog, I would take her home until Monday. We would both head back to the shelter and drop her off. Jeni, my dear friend, did an excellent job trying to convince me to keep her saying this and that. I put my head into my hands and said, "I am going to end up with three puppies" after I stared at her oh so adorable face.
We headed back to her house and played with the puppy. The kids pulled on her, sat on her, and she just continued to wag her tail. Her temperment was so incredible!
Playing with the kiddos
Aidan playing in the dog's crate
After dinner, another couple came over. They already own a lab, but since the wife is 34 weeks pregnant, I did not hold my breath. Well after 20 minutes or so, they announced that as they walked in the door they knew they would take her home! I am thrilled we found her a good home and not mine.
Jeni and I both felt we did a good deed today saving this sweet puppy.
I knew 3 dogs would be out of the question for me. I only have two hands for rollerbalding.
Also, Daisy goes to the vet on Monday to get fixed so I did not want to take any attention away from her. I am already so scared for her because I am a big baby when it comes to my puppies.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Week Four
Yes my friends, another week bites the dust which brings my grand total to ONE MONTH!
And to celebrate, I joined some of my favorite ladies for wine and hibachi tonight.
And to celebrate, I joined some of my favorite ladies for wine and hibachi tonight.
You can also follow along as Lynne (far right) blogs about how early detection save lives, including hers :)
Sometimes I do not know where I would be without Destiny and Lynne. Tonight we discussed our bucket list for 2009. Obviously one of my mine was to continue with my deployment goals.
Let's see how I did in the first month:
- My run total is on the rise. 22 miles since he left. Thanks to the wonderful D.A.R. I definitely stole her idea on her tracking device on the left side of my blog.
- Finished Beach House by Jane Green which means I read 3 books, Marley & Me, Shopaholic & Baby and Beach House this month. 2 more than I wanted to read!
- Cooked 3 new things this month including a Penne Vodka, Sweet Potato Salad, and some delicious peanut butter cookies for my cookie exchange party hosted by the wonderful MG.
- Few leads on the job front and hope to make decisions by the end of this month
- Attended a wonderful church service last Sunday
- Game night...definitely happening next week.
- Daisy did not jump on Destiny tonight, again, holding her down, but progress!
- Sent a care package on 20 Dec and very excited for my "Things You Miss at Home" care package, almost ready to go that I will send out 20 Jan
I did not cook for the boys yet with block leave and the holidays, but we have plans for next week.
I love spending time with my friends here. For never having a good group of girlfriends my entire life, I feel like I missed out on fun, but know I am making up for it now.
Tag, I am it...
Here we go. kd and jlc are both so wonderful and tagged yours truly to give you all MORE information about me!
I think everyone at some point has done this, so I am not tagging anyone, unless you want to be, then just let me know!
1. I own all 10 Seaons of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. and watch a few episdoes every SINGLE night before bed. This all started my freshman year of college meaning I have watched Seasons 1-10 at least 100 times in my lifetime. F.R.I.E.N.D.S. trivia anyone?
2. I never wanted a dog (gasp) let alone two dogs. And now they are my pride and joy.
3. I am a 34DD and at 5'1, 115lbs, I look ridiculous at times. Some say I am lucky, I cannot wait for a reduction after babies.
4. I swear in my second life, I am going to become a detective. I love Law & Order SVU, Criminal Minds, CSI, NCIS, anything about serial killers, FBI, etc. No wonder I triple check my locked doors at night.
5. I did play-by-play and/or color commentating in college for our football, basketball (mens & womens), and baseball teams and co-hosted a sports show on Sundays on the radio. I had dreams of becoming a sports broadcaster and actually interned for CBS Sports on their NFL Today show with Greg Gumbel, Boomer, Dan Marino, and Shannon Sharpe my junior year of college. Oh how things change :)
6. I was born in Orange County, California and moved to the Chicagoland at age 5. I lived in Gary, Indiana for 2 years as a kid. Yes, Gary, Indiana, Gary Indiana....murder capital of the world and home of Michael Jackson.
I think everyone at some point has done this, so I am not tagging anyone, unless you want to be, then just let me know!
Six things about myself.
Some of you may already know, but here is what I came up with:1. I own all 10 Seaons of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. and watch a few episdoes every SINGLE night before bed. This all started my freshman year of college meaning I have watched Seasons 1-10 at least 100 times in my lifetime. F.R.I.E.N.D.S. trivia anyone?
2. I never wanted a dog (gasp) let alone two dogs. And now they are my pride and joy.
3. I am a 34DD and at 5'1, 115lbs, I look ridiculous at times. Some say I am lucky, I cannot wait for a reduction after babies.
4. I swear in my second life, I am going to become a detective. I love Law & Order SVU, Criminal Minds, CSI, NCIS, anything about serial killers, FBI, etc. No wonder I triple check my locked doors at night.
5. I did play-by-play and/or color commentating in college for our football, basketball (mens & womens), and baseball teams and co-hosted a sports show on Sundays on the radio. I had dreams of becoming a sports broadcaster and actually interned for CBS Sports on their NFL Today show with Greg Gumbel, Boomer, Dan Marino, and Shannon Sharpe my junior year of college. Oh how things change :)
6. I was born in Orange County, California and moved to the Chicagoland at age 5. I lived in Gary, Indiana for 2 years as a kid. Yes, Gary, Indiana, Gary Indiana....murder capital of the world and home of Michael Jackson.
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