Monday, November 21, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
I can't keep up w/ MN's mood swings! My sinuses are killing me. That is, when I'm not sneezing so hard I'm afraid my brains are going to fly out of my nose. Benadryl is my new favorite candy flavor~I'm popping them like Tic Tacs.
Hopefully summer is around the corner, so that Mother Nature's hormones will be on a more even keel. Then all the beautiful flowers will make the sinus pain worthwhile.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
This entire day of work was his Mothers' Day gift to me. I kind of missed breakfast in bed, but I'll take a remodel that will make my life easier any day! Unfortunately he wasn't able to complete the whole thing, but he's finishing up tomorrow. So technically, I'm getting TWO days of remodel from him!
My husband is a man of few words, especially those expressing emotions. But he does still show love-by trying to make my life as a stay at home mom as easy and stress free as possible. I'm getting the message loud and clear today, Babe. I love you, too!
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
I have a charlie horse. It’s in the arch of my foot. I am learning the hard way, when they say wear proper workout shoes, you should listen.
Last summer when I was on vacation for a week, my husband’s dog ate one of my good athletic shoes while her sitter was in the shower. In hopes of not missing out on workout days, I bought some very cheap sneaks to hold me over until I could make it to a sports store.
Shortly after that purchase, my girlfriend and I stopped working out. Life just took over. Our husbands were home, our kids got sick, we provided childcare into the late hours of the evening. By the time we could get away for a little exercise, we both fell asleep instead.
Fast forward about eight months. (Yeah, I know, eight months is a long time to go without exercising.) New home, new state, new life. My husband is the heaviest he’s ever been, and I’m not far behind. Two of our dearest friends are getting married in about three weeks. My lovely husband decides we should do the Insanity Workout to slim down.
All that jumping around gets painful when your shoes don’t fit correctly. My feet were sliding around within them. There is no support for my arches. Since my feet were not comfortable, I was over compensating with my other muscles. My back is killing me, my calves are clenched tighter than Hank Hill’s butt cheeks, and it hurts just to breathe!
Moral of the story? I’m going to be hoofing it to a Lady Foot Locker as soon as possible. I will not settle for less than awesome in workout shoes. My ploy to get a foot rub from the husband didn’t work last night. And, I will never go this long without exercise again. My abs of steel have turned to flabs of j-ello.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
It’s February 26th. Next Tuesday is the first of March. Do you know what that means? It means that my birthday is just over two weeks away. It’s not just any birthday, either. It’s my thirtieth birthday. The big 3-0. I will be old in about sixteen days.
Thing of it is, I’m not sure I’m a grown up yet. I’ve been married for about five years. I have three gorgeous little girls. I pay bills, cook suppers, and fold socks. There’s something in me, though, that just isn’t ready to give. I love lunches with my girlfriends (sans Happy Meals). I love relaxing with a drink and some ridiculous reality tv.
And there are times, when I would love to just throw daily life to the side and run off to a tropical island and pretend that I don’t have a care in the world. Is it possible take a leave of absence from being an adult, and return to being a careless teenager for awhile?
Those were the days. Going to clubs, road trips and flirting with boys. Eating an entire steak dinner, and not worrying about the calories or carbs. The days before dishpan hands. Before diapers and bedtimes. And long before age-specific facial moisturizers and cleansers.
Perhaps I should've made a bucket list of things to do before turning thirty....
Sunday, February 20, 2011
So, we’ve been back in Iowa for a few weeks now. Everything is the same as it ever was, and completely different all at the same time. Some days it’s comforting to be back around family. Some days, I wish for the comfort of the new family that I had formed over the last four years.
It’s still cold, dank, and slow in Iowa. I know, that sounds awful. But, when you’re comparing this place to the coastal towns of North Carolina, the competition is tough. There are no sparkling beaches. No fresh off the boat seafood. Heck, there’s not even traffic!
I miss my best girlfriends. I miss the people that I used to volunteer with on base at Camp Lejeune. I miss the support of everyone that understood my situation, when I was awake at 0200 staring at the empty space on the other side of the bed.
I formed friendships and alliances that I will never forget and will fight my hardest not to lose.
There are somethings the Southeastern US doesn’t have, though. It doesn’t have my parents and siblings. It doesn’t have the Buddhist Temple that my parents helped build. It doesn’t have my in laws. And most importantly, it doesn’t have the daughter that I’ve been missing like crazy.
If I could take all the slow-cooked comfort of our family and transport it to the warmth and hospitality of the South, I would be in Heaven.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
We’ve been packing up our house for what seems like forever, but now we’ve finally approaching the finish line. Or would it be the starting line? The start of the next leg of our lives together.
Jesse has started his Terminal Leave. I’ve had my last lunch with the lovely ladies from CLB-6. The babies I tended to have moved on to their new daycares. Almost all of my house is in boxes. There’s no turning back now.
Today we started putting things into the trailer. My husband is playing the ultimate game of Reverse Jenga. Turn this here, lay this on its side there. An end table with a cubby? Stuff crap in it.
It’s not all fun and games, though. We have too much stuff! How do we keep accumulating “things”? I thought that we had gotten rid of quite a bit of our possessions, but apparently not enough. Ugh, how do you fit four lives (and two furry lives) into a truck and trailer?
The moving experience just keeps reminding me how much I love all of my friends, and will miss them dearly. Only my girlfriends could come to help me pack, and leave me crying tears of laughter.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
How do you get a child that doesn’t want to potty train to cooperate? You let her decide whether she wants to be a big girl or a baby, and make her live with the decision. My child decided that she wanted to be a baby, so we took it to the extreme. We didn’t allow her to be a toddler. Oh no, we treated her like she had just started eating solid foods. Quite the step back for her.
There were so many things that she couldn’t do, that being a baby lasted less than twenty-four hours. Poor thing was only allowed to play with a handful of toys. Could only eat oatmeal and bananas. And wasn’t allowed to play on the stairs. Yup, we did it hardcore.
Lo and behold, the next morning my daughter was ready to shed the pull up and don her big girl panties. Since New Year’s Day we’ve had only two accidents.
Oh, the joys of toddlerhood. We’ve been potty training this princess for about a year. It was hit or miss while Daddy was deployed. I take responsibility for that. But, after Daddy came home we realized that maybe there was more to why she wasn’t catching on.
Then we realized that she’s just stubborn like her father. I babysit a couple babies during the week, and she would see the attention they got when I changed their diapers and got jealous. And sometimes, pottying in your pull up when you’re playing is just easier than taking time to sit on the pot.
Ugh, some days were like hitting my head against a wall. Thank goodness those days seem to be behind us. One more check mark on our list before we hit the road back to Iowa.