Monday, March 24, 2008

War... Huh.... What is it good for?



This week we've been reminded countless times that the United States has been in a war with Iraq for 5 long years.

I'm not a political person, and won't start that now. People constantly look for some good to have come out of this situation, but for me I don't have to look far. He's tucked away in his crib sleeping as I type.

5 years ago Chief wasn't a Chief. He was just another first class getting ready to ship out. I happened to be at the home of his brother the night before he left for 9 months off the coast of Iraq. His family was all wishing him well, and I was handed the phone.

We had had a love hate relationship for years. I've known him my entire life you see. It was a good thing I never wore pigtails or he would have pulled them. He called me beautiful that night, and the next day boarded the ship to do a job he volunteered to do.

I got his email address shortly after that, and we started emailing. It wasn't long before it was an obsession. I would wake in the middle of the night to check my mail, and by the time he arrived home 9 months later and we talked on the phone again our lives were changed. He flew home a few weeks after that, and we have been together ever since.

I'm not political, but if not for this war, and that deployment, my life would be so very different.

And I can't imagine that it could be any better than it is right now.


War? What is it good for?






Absolutely EVERYTHING

Friday, March 14, 2008

You should make a note of this.....I was wrong

It isn't often that it happens, and less often that I admit it. But I suppose it was bound to happen.

Last night I sat with Murph watching a movie I have seen at least a hundred and one times. Murph was watching Dalmatians for what I'm sure will be the first of many, many times. Both of my nephews and my niece were obsessed with the movie, and it is probably genetic.

I had a light bulb moment during the movie, and I'm a big enough person to say that I owe GD Lacey an apology.

All this time I just thought she was being annoying. But I was reminded of the Twilight Bark, and how it was that chain of communication lead Pongo and Perdita to their adorable offspring.

I can hear Cruella saying to me, "You I-Di-Ot!"

Poor, sweet GD Lacey. All this time she's been doing her darnest to locate missing puppies and I've been cursing her!

You find those puppies GD Lacey (sniff) you find those GD puppies!

Monday, March 10, 2008

The slow kid ALWAYS gets tagged

I'm not really a fan of these things, but I'll try to get into the spirit of things.

Ten years ago, I was -
Finishing up my senior year of college
Going out WAY too much
Drinking too much
Sleeping too little
Trying to figure out what the heck I was going to do with my degree.

Five things on tomorrow's To Do List -
Get through the day so that I can spend my evening with Murph

What I'd do if I suddenly became a billionaire -
Pay off our bills
Set up college funds for all the youngins in my family
Buy a jet to make travel much easier
Get a pool boy

Three of my bad habits -
None. Like Mary Poppins, nearly perfect in everyway

Jobs I've had -
Waitress at Noble Romans
Dorm Food Service Worker
Waitress at Pondergrossa
Dorm Food Service Worker
Waitress at Olive Garden
Assistant Manager at Finish Line
Grad Assistant
Waitress at Crapplebee's
High School Teacher
College Adjunct
Wife
Mom (the hardest one yet)

5 things people don't know about me -

If I haven't felt like telling you those things before.... Why would I tell you now?

Fine. Here are 3

I once had to spit off the Eifel tower twice because the first one didn't make it past the platform.
Sometimes I'm amazed that I get paid for doing what I do (or more the case don't do)
I once snogged a complete stranger who looked like Fat Boy Slim.

Look up Snog, it's not as bad as you think

Then look up Fat Boy Slim and it might be as bad as you think.


*Edited to add....http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=snogging

See Tara... It ISN'T that bad. I'm not sure WHAT you thought snogging was. Or what you had thought of that snogging was worse than?

Friday, March 07, 2008

Bobble Head

As you might recall, I joined Weight Watchers. I've lost a total of 7 pounds in the last month or two. Sure it's no "Jared from Subway" results, but the reality is that I already weigh a little less than I did when I got pregnant, and only a pound or so more than what I did when I got married a few years ago. And the fact is, I'm pretty comfortable at this weight. I'm currently wearing what were known as my "Pre Murph Skinny Pants"

That's not to say that I wouldn't like to drop a few more pounds and get into a range I haven't seen in years. But that isn't what this is about.

This is about why I love the Chief.

Chiefy didn't care if I lost any weight or not. He was still calling me Sassy McGoo as I waddled into the hospital ready to deliver.

But he has been SO encouraging in my weight loss efforts. So much so that he joined WW with me (He proceeded to drop about 15 pounds in 2 weeks, but I'll try not to hold that against him) and now looks up healthy recipes to make for supper.

He has complimented me on my new slimmer body more times lately than I can count. But even in those compliments he infuses his own personal style, and is able to make me laugh. Let me give you a couple of examples of his new terms of endearment.

Chicken Neck (I guess a pound or two dropped off there)
Skinny Minnie (never in my LIFE has this name been applied to me! My sister, but never me!)
Flat Butt (For someone whose college nickname was Rump Shaker, well that's huge)

But my favorite is Bobble Head. He claims that my body is shrinking and that my head will soon just bobble along (he emphasizes this with head bobbing motions)

Last night he told our middle boy that he wanted to kick me in the butt and see how long my head shook like a little dog in a car window.

God love the Chief!