Monday, January 12, 2009

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, good-bye Georgie

Well, I didn't write anything since the 22nd (I'm lame) so I thought I'd at least say happy holidays (all of the different ones).

On the 22nd I became Mrs. W. Jims' been gone since the 6th so I've been in a bit of a poor me mood. I don't have much to say. I've been reading all of your blogs but I haven't left comments due to being melancholy. So, sorry for that.

Katy, I have no wedding pictures. We got married in the judges chambers and the girls don't make great photographers. We're going to have a big wedding when he comes back for good.

Thanks to Pumkin Delight for interviewing me as I have had not much to talk about. Being melancholy doesn't do much for writing.

1. Who is your hero? Why?

I really don't know how to answer this. I have so many people in my life that I think of as "heroes". For example, my mom brought up seven kids and she's still sane. I have three and I'm crazy, go figure. I've been blessed enough to know many people in the military. I'm even lucky enough to be married to a soldier about to depart on his fifth combat tour. My girls always end up with the best teachers. Mad still talks about her kindergarten teacher. So, short answer made long...I have too many to choose from.

2. You have an hour completely free to yourself, what do you do? (You can’t say any housework or anything to do with the kids/family.) Why?

This is easy because I have fantasies about this. I would put on comfy fuzzy p.j.s and lay on my couch with a blanket and watch tv. That's it, I'm not hard to please. BTW, this includes not having to hear "MOM", or "MOMMA", or "I'M HUNGRY" at all while enjoying this hour. The hour seems to be a rip off as well. I deserve a DAY.

3. If you could meet any person in the world, who would it be? Why?

This is a tough one as well. I don't take this lightly you see. I'll go with Michelle Obama for now. I'd like to find out what she went through while Barack was cruising his way into the White House. She makes me think of Jackie O for some reason. I just LOVE her.

4. What is your favorite food? Least favorite food?

Favorite: Jims' drunk chicken. It's very good. You stick a tall boy can of beer (about 2/3 full of beer) up a whole chickens' ass and cook it on the grill. First we season with 1/2 olive oil and 1/2 vinegar amongst other seasonings up the butt, around the outside, and under the skin. Sounds dirty huh? It's good though.
Least favorite: I have a thing about the texture of a food. If the texture is off I'll puke. I mean that. I don't like beets, beans (excepts green beans), greens (unless it's spinach in lasagna), anything slimy or gritty pretty much.

5. How old do you wish you were? Why?

I'm right where I want to be age wise. I'm 30, I'm older and (arguably) wiser. Yet still young enough that I get carded for buying likker. That's what counts in my world.

I guess that's all for now. I'm going to try to at least say hi every day. It's truly a shame to go nearly a month without saying *hi* to my friends.

P.S. Suck it George, you're out

Monday, December 22, 2008

I'm getting married today!

I realize it's been like 20 something days since I last wrote, but things have been a bit hectic in my house of late. As I stated,in about 3 hours I'll be getting married down at the courthouse.

We were going to wait until he got back, but decided if we were going to do it already we wanted to do it now. Even amongst blow ups on how I don't sweep the floor the "right way" (the military way), how I'm not perfect (although I insist I AM), and the normal silly arguments,they never last long, and more importantly I usually win. He's a sucker for the blue eyes.

The girls are excited as can be. I'm not sure how his family feels, but they're all really nice and normal. That may be why I worry about being accepted into his family. Normal is one thing I'm not.

He leaves in fourteen days. Time has flown by too quickly.

This isn't much of a post, but I just thought I'd let you all know.

Peace out

Monday, December 1, 2008

I love decorating for Christmas, so why did I have a panic attack you ask?

Yesterday we decided to decorate for Christmas. We drove over to our storage building and pulled all the stuff out. My PRECIOUS. I have the same feeling about my Christmas decor and ornaments as gollum did about his precious. It's my priceless stuff I've been saving for years. It holds so many memories and home made decorations that are fragile.

Jim and I pulled out the Christmas tree and started to put it up (yes I have an artificial tree, suck it if you don't like it). The girls SWARMED on us. They wanted to help assemble the tree (which isn't hard, it's pre lit with three levels). So, after completion of assembling the tree it was time for the decorations. Here's where it gets to the panic part.

As I was carefully unwrapping my precious from the boundless bubble wrap and newspaper they started just grabbing my precious after I told them i would hand them out. They were like vultures. I could feel the anxiety creeping in on me. I said calmly, "girls this is very fragile stuff, if you break it I will break one of your pinkies". They laughed at me. What they didn't get was that I was SERIOUS. Not really, but you get the point.

We now have a lovely decorated home and we got to keep Jess an extra week. Her mom and stepdad went to Mexico for the week. We finally talked them into letting her just stay with us rather than her stepdads' mom. Jim's a happy camper now.

I hope everyone had a happy Thanksgiving. We did ;p

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Look mom, it's the black guy! Things my children say to embaress me.

It's been a long few days since I posted, but it gave me something to write about (surprised? me too).

Jess arrived on Friday. I went to pick her up 40 miles away. Her mother asked me how it was going to be with Jim gone. I simply said "quieter". Apparently, Jess has repeatedly told her mom that she wants to live with us. I don't think it sits well with her. I told her I hope Jess can come at least once a weekend while Jim is gone because they have grown to love each other. Her mom said, "I don't know, we'll see. Maybe once in a while". Ugh. See, the thing is I've really grown to love this child like she's my own. Is that wrong? She wrote a note that said, "I love you dad, I love you larel". I cried it was so sweet to see this beautiful little girl come alive. She used to want to play on the computer the entire time she was at our house. She hasn't even asked to play on it the last three or four times she's been here.

Anyway, we took the girls to the imax to see the Polar Express in 3-D. Jim and I thought they'd be SOOOO excited. We got owned. They were pissed because they wanted to see the whales and dolphins movie that was playing. So I say to Jim, "why can't they just say thanks? I mean seriously?". They ended up loving it in the end and said it got them in the mode for Christmas. They actually said mode and not mood. The thing is, it was so f*cking hot in there Jim and I both were falling asleep the entire time. It had to be 90 degrees in there. We left sweating to walk the girls down to the pier at the waterfront where Jim and I first met. It was fun.

Next day we had a fire to roast hot dogs and marshmallows on them with Lula and her family. Yes, Lula is still alive and well and crazy as ever. It's always nice having a best friend next door who understands that I'm not around as much because I'm spending time with Jim. She gets it and I appreciate that. Anyway, my sis Deeds has this friend Twan. He's hung out with us a few times and he's really funny. The girls thinks he's funny too. So Deeds, Danny (her boyfriend), and Twan pull up while we're sitting around the fire. Mad, being the honest to the point of annoyance points at Twan and says "hey, the black guy is here". Yup, she went there. I laughed and said "what's up big black man"? He just laughed, he's cool like that.

Thing is, I talk to my kids all the time about equality. Maybe too much I guess. Mad asked me what gay was because some kids were calling a little boy gay at school. She's in second grade people. I told her it was when a boy loves another boy or a girl loves another girl. She said like you love Jim? I said yes, that's how they're born and there is nothing different between the way they love and Jim and I love each other. I told them not to treat people different no matter what other people around you say. Thing is, she gets it. My best gay Jason comes around and she asked him one day if he was my gay friend. He looked like he was going to have a coronary. He just said yes. She looked at him and said "cool" and gave him a hug. You know how she is about being cool, so to her, being gay is "cool". I just think it's fabulous.

God, this is getting long. It's like after having writers block I now have verbal or typing diarrhea.

Today Jim is taking Jess back only to get her back tomorrow. So, he'll be staying with his parents and I'll get down there tomorrow night or Thursday. Let's face it, probably Thursday morning. I have alot on DVR that I need to catch up on. This is my first Thanksgiving away from my parents. I told my mom she better save me some sweet potato biscuits or I was going to disown her.

That's all for now. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. I'm truly thankful that I've met all five of you who read my blog. I'm even more thankful for the ones who leave comments. Yes, I do love you more if you comment. Because that's how I roll ;p

I hope everyone eats there way into a turkey induced coma (unless you're a vegetarian than a tofurkey induced coma). I know I will be :)

Thursday, November 20, 2008

It's all about meme

I think everyone knows that Grandma J at: was my inspiration to start blogging. She had a one answer meme on her blog so I stole it. Yes, this means I have nothing new to offer. But, what after Laura at: went through, I'll take mundane.

Where is your cell phone - two inches from my right hand

Your hair color - only god knows at this point. My color is wearing off but I usually keep it a light auburn.

Your mother - is at work at hospice. She's an angel.

Favorite thing - staying home ALONE on a cold rainy day in my sweats and blanket with a good book

Your dream last night - hot, steamy sex with Harrison Ford

Your dream goal - to have hot, steamy sex with Harrison Ford

The room you're in - my office. ugh

Your hobby - reality tv. I know it's terrible but I can't help it.

Your fear - losing Jim

Where do you want to be in 6 years - finished with college teaching in an elementary school

Where were you last night - in jail for attempted murder with a screwdriver

What you're not - skinny. damn you skinny bitches

One of your wish list items - the anne of green gables set of dvds

Where you grew up - upstate new york

The last thing you did - typed the above line

What are you wearing - nothing, today is nude day at work

Your TV- flat

Your pet- a short tail minx named jojo who is OBSESSED with eating.

Your computer -Hewlett Packard

Your mood - cranky

Missing someone - Marjorie (although I'm having lunch with her and two friends today...on the clock)

Your car - focus

Something you're not wearing - underpants...kidding

Favorite shop - target

Your summer - too short

Love someone - yes

Favorite color - green

When you last laughed - today

When you last cried - today

I know I used too many words for it to be one word but I'm a rule breaker. I'm a wild child. It's how I roll.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

I can't help it, I'm extremely addicted...

to CHRISTMAS! Jim and I have been spring cleaning in the winter. I've wanted to punch him in the face only 6 times which is not bad considering we've been cleaning, organizing, putting up new blinds and hooks everywhere...TOGETHER.

Have you ever seen Mine, Yours, and Ours? That's us. I'm free spirited and he's all military. Everything has to be ship shape! Staying up until 10:30 pm (last night!) is not my idea of fun. We've been going on doing this for eight days straight. I'M TIRED.

All this does have a point. We're making room for my Christmas decorations. I hoard them. At least they're in a storage building. My main obsession: snowmen. I can't get enough of them. When I go to unpack them I'll have to photo them and show you what I'm talking about. But, I still need more. I really neeeeeed them. It's truly sick.

I see that my comments have taken a downward spiral. That makes me grumpy too. Where did all my people go? I know I've been depressing but dayum! All you bloggers know you love comments. I do too.

Anyhoo, tonight I'm going to try not to punch Jim in the face. That's my main focus (other than cleaning and taking care of children). If he starts getting bossy on how to "properly" use a hammer to get a screw started I'll tell him where to stick that hammer with a smile on my face ;)

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Do you ever feel like you're in an episode of Charlie Brown?

I don't know if it's because of all the preparation that goes into getting a person ready to go to war, but I have zero attention span to anything else. Other than Jim and my three girls I hear basically nothing. With seven weeks to go I can't think. Everyone that talks to me sounds like the teacher in Charlie Brown. Wah wah wah wah wah wah.

Sunday we had an all out fabulous day. We went to the zoo, then the creative discovery museum, then to TGIFridays, and then the aquarium. The girls had so much fun. They're thick as thieves now. It was so nice to walk around holding hands with Jim watching the girls have the time of their lives. Jess told us at lunch she wants to live with us. I think that made Jims' year. It made me happy too, she also told me she loved me for the first time.

I know I'm not being hilarious or telling great stories like the people to my right do, but I'm in a tunnel. All I see is him leaving. I'm trying to enjoy every second until then. We're actually going to go stay at the Chattanooga Choo Choo for two nights in one of the train cars this weekend. No kids, just us. We don't get alot of that. We'll just act like tourists on vacation and enjoy ourselves.

I hope all is well with all of you. Much love

Friday, November 7, 2008

Apparently I had a guest poster...

Jim wrote me a sweet note below while I was sleeping last night. I have the computer remember all my passwords so I guess that's how he got on. I thought it was sweet :)
My Love,

I love you more and more with each passing day,

I hope that you will continue to grow and grow,

and remember that when life gets you down,

to just smile that winning smile

and remember how much I love you.

And tonight, and every night from now on

When you tuck our Daughters into bed,

Give them a kiss, and a special hug,

and remind them how much

that Daddy loves them !

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

What happened to the land of the free and home to gays?

WTF happened in Ca, Fl, AK last night?

California and Florida said no to gay marriage. Arkansas said no to same sex couples adopting. Again...WTF?

As gleeful as I am knowing Obama is our president elect I have to reflect on the fact that it's a good day for the general population, and a bad day for civil rights. What's going to happen next? Are we going to have water fountains with signs that say "homosexual" and "heterosexual" over them? Are we going to have gay and straight buses? I'll take the gay bus, I'm sure it would be much more fabulous ;p

Mad wanted to watch the results coverage. I told her it was going to be a long night and just go watch I-Carly. She looked at me like I was insane. She said, " mama what is more important, cartoons or this election?". My child she is.

I have lots on my mind today, I will have to continue later.

Regardless of who you voted for it's time for us to come together as a country and work as one. I hope laws will change to where every human being on this planet will be treated equally.

Update 3:46pm eastern time:

"Roughly 400,000 votes separate yes from no on Prop 8 – out of 10 million votes tallied.
Based on turnout estimates reported yesterday, we expect that there are more than 3 million and possibly as many as 4 million absentee and provisional ballots yet to be counted.

Given that fundamental rights are at stake, we must wait to hear from the Secretary of State tomorrow how many votes are yet to be counted as well as where they are from.

It is clearly a very close election and we monitored the results all evening and this morning.
As of this point, the election is too close to call.

Because Prop 8 involves the sensitive matter of individual rights, we believe it is important to wait until we receive further information about the outcome.

Geoff KorsExecutive Committee NO on Prop 8

Kate KendellExecutive CommitteeNO on Prop 8"

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Go vote or shut the f@&( up for the next four years!

I've been off doing some work with the local Obama campaign. Sorry I've not been around. I'm not going to sit here and tell you who to vote for. That would be stupid of me. On the other hand, since I apparently do stoopid things on a regular basis, please vote for:
Barack OBAMA!

Ever since the first time I ever voted (for Al Gore) I've felt a sense of despondency when it comes to elections. I felt like I didn't count that year. That many of us didn't count. I often wonder how would things be different now?

This year my hope has returned. I may be blind, but this year I truly believe we have the right man to do the job. He has a hell of a job in front of him. One.Hell.Of.A.Job.

Anyway, I fractured my ankle last weekend floating like a swan (walking from my house to my sister's back door) and ended up falling over a log. I even ate pavement. It was awesome. My doctor thinks I have serious issues. I insist I'm graceful and he knows I'm not. Evidenced by when I fell off that stupid examination table. I hate when the paper gets stuck to my ass. So, yes I have some Lortab (thank God for that stuff) in my system and I'm great.

Anyway, today is Green Life Tuesday with Marjorie! YAY!!!!!!! We may have to go have a drink (on the clock) to celebrate today. I may be the bad older sister and talk her into going to T-Bones (with a bar) and have drinks with lunch.

Confession: I'm obsessed with "Womanizer" by Brit Brit Spears. I can't get it out of mah head. What shall I do?

Confession: I wrapped my ankle too tight with an ace bandage and now have a bruise and a blister to thank me for it.

Confession: I wanted to tell everyone to vote for Obama while I was waiting in line. Correction: I wanted to scream it.

Confession: I really don't dislike anyone who thinks differently than I do when it comes to politics. Unless they're those vote yes on prop8 people. I don't like them very much. Seriously, that is what this country is all about. Being able to vote for who we want.

Confession: I'm addicted to the show "Heroes". Sci-fi at its' best. Last night the SNL Presidential blast was on so I watched that instead. I <3 Tina Fey!

Happy Election Day!

We went to the Southern Star and had soup and half - sandwhiches with some good ole' bud light. Cheers to todays' victory

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Values - I got tagged from The Jason Show :)

Six things I value:
  1. My family. From the closest - Jim and my girls all the way to my parents, sisters, brothers, nieces, nephews, you get the point. I love having a day surrounded by my family. It makes me happy (until they start getting on my nerves :)

  2. My friends. I don't have many, but the ones I have I've had for a while. It's not easy being my friend. Sometimes I'm a bit reclusive and I forget to call people. Them sticking by me means alot to me.

  3. Freedom. I'm grateful that I have freedom of speech. I'm grateful for freedom of choice. I'm looking forward to more states giving EVERYONE the right to marry the person they love. I am looking forward to this country becoming a better place to live.

  4. My job. I'm looking forward to going back to school soon. Once I can afford it. I don't make a sh*t load of money. We barely get by. But, we are getting by and alot of people aren't. That is something I'm thankful for.

  5. I value (I share this with Jason) time alone. Don't get me wrong, I love being with Jim and the girls, but everyone needs some quiet time. At least every six months right? One day to be selfish. To sleep in as late as I want, to curl up and read a good book, or maybe watch a good movie. I don't have many of those days, but I vaguely remember what they're like.

  6. I value the time I have left with Jim. 18 months is a damn long time. I will cherish each nano second from now till then.

Six things I don't value:

  1. I certainly don't value ignorant, bigoted, rude "people". I can't stand the people with the ugly bumper stickers like man +woman=marriage. That just makes me want to rear end you. How is that good? I can't stand the people that says Women don't have the right to make decisions over their own body. It makes me furious when people think torture is "ok". The list could go on forever. You catch my drift (Sarah Palin).

  2. I don't value the parents who don't take care of their kids. Mad asked if she could trick or treat with a friend. She said I won't even have to wear my costume, we're just going to put on short skirts, tank tops, and heels! Really, are you going to srsly dress your kid up as a hooker just so they think you're "cool"? Mad is 8, she thinks I'm cool because I can talk like a valley girl and I like project runway. I'm not going to let her dictate how she dresses (if it's not tasteful) just to be cool. Also, the ones that let their kids wander the neighborhood. I live in a nice neighborhood, but I don't let my kids outside without me. I know where the registered sex offenders live. I know they're out there. I could go on, but once again you catch my drift.

  3. I don't value bad drivers AT ALL. If you want to drive 20 miles under the speed limit, just pull over and let us get by damn it! Please, if you're going to make a turn, put on your BLINKER. I hate slamming on my brakes because you don't brake till the last second and then squeal your car into that turn. If you can't stay in your lane, don't drive. Again, you get what I'm saying.

  4. I don't value spam. I hate coming and opening my inbox after the weekend and having 498 spam messages. That's just the ones in my spam box. I have an additional 200 in my inbox. If I want to buy some sex toys, I'll just google it, okay?

  5. I don't value having to do other peoples' job. I wouldn't mind it if you said thanks, but I find this rarely happens.

  6. I don't value the grocery bagger at the grocery store putting meat in with my vegetables. I now do my own bagging, so back away from the produce!

Thanks to the fantastic Jason at The Jason Show for tagging me. I now have to tag six others.

The chosen ones are (I hope they actually read my blog to see this).

My friend at Ex-Everything

Laura at Piece of Cake

Kellan at On the Upside

Biddy at Biddy's World

Lula at Insane ramblings of Lula

Linda at Wit's end

Update: I screwed up the links, but they are all to the right of the screen. Sorry, I'm used to myspazz linkage and can't figure out how to do it properly here (with just the name linking to the site).

Sorry I'm stoopid :)

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

82 days until my hero leaves...let me take the time to introduce you

This is Jim. My GI Joe. My all American hero. The one I've been waiting for since I was a little girl. We met a little over a year ago. He was last years birthday present. See how he's so cool he can cover he has two sets of eyes? You never would have known. He's become a dad to my two girls and gifted us with his daughter. We've become a real family. Now I have to face the fact he's leaving for a year and a half. Just when I found him.

That's Em loving up Jim at the Aquarium. You can see how much she loves this guy. She likes to tackle him. He loves football and let's face it, she could be a tackler (I don't know what that position is, I'm still being educated on football). He's stern but gentle. Always telling jokes with her.

That's Jim and Mad. Mad was crying one night because she was frustrated with some new math. Jim told me to step off and let him handle it. He pretended to not know how to do 2nd grade math to make her feel better and laugh. He then got her to show him how it's done, thus helping her with her homework. He insists they have popcorn everynight before they go to bed with their movie, even though I thought it was absurd.

Then, we of course have Jessie. I've never seen the love and devotion from a dad that Jim has for her. He calls her every night. He sees her as much, as often, and for as long as he can. She's the carbon copy of her dad. You can tell she thinks he's the funniest person in the world. You can also see he's her hero. I love to watch them walking hand in hand. Bonded forever.

Em is Ginger Spice (I've come up with one for all)

Mad is Posh Spice.

Jess is Sporty Spice.

One of the many reasons I love Jim is because I can go out of the house with no makeup on. Thank God he's Scottish and is red faced too. But look >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
how does one face shine so terribly? After seeing this I decided to start with the foundation again. He can look at that >> and still love me and want to jump my bones all the time lol.

Anyway, thanks for all the well wishes. I have some funny stories but I feel bad cussing with alot of pics of my kids.

Peace and love to all my friends!

P.S. happy birthday Mad :) Now you're 8 and I'm old.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

8 days...

Sorry it's been so long since I've posted. It's been kinda crazazy.

I found out last week that GI Joe is leaving for Afghanistan for 18 months. That's a fracking year and a half. He's also leaving on January 5th. On top of that his company is replacing the one out of NY that has had the most casualties in Afghanistan. Not only does he only have less than 90 days before he leaves, he still has to spend about 30 of those training. For example: he's leaving on Friday for 16 days. He'll be gone during his 40th birthday (yes, he's 10 years older than me). Now we can't even do the black cake. It wouldn't be as funny. Maybe my friend Laura : can come up with a good idea. She is a cake GENIUS. I'm a good cook, but my guy is better and gets annoyed when I try to help (tell him how to do it that is).

I've known that he was leaving. I just didn't know it would be this soon or for this long. I asked him last night if there was something I could wear of his every day while he was gone. He suggested his underwear. I suggested a pin or something. He said I could wear his sabers that go on his cavalry stetson.

I know I'm rambling. It's alot to take in.

We had a really good weekend. I'll be back tonight (hopefully unless I die from pilates) to post some pics of my family at the Zoo, Aquarium, and TGIFridays. I know you're dying to see the exciting pics so I'll do my best to get them up tonight.

We're living each day the best we can. I've even relinquished the tv privileges to him. Because I'm awesome like that.

Peace out peeps,

Monday, October 6, 2008


Saturday was alot of fun. We all laughed and drank around a fire (yes, I went there).

Sunday was not so great. I still can't stop crying so I'm not going to talk about it now. Just say a prayer for my family. Gi Joe got home from drill last night to deliver the bad news. Say a big prayer for him.

That's all I can do right now. The tears although cathartic, won't stop and yes, I'm at work :(