It’s raining, it’s pouring, and no the old man is not snoring. The old man of the house has left the building to spend the day at the library… I know, gasp and catch your breath, there are times that he does do this! Granted he can usually read something once and have it memorized… He does have a flight plan to do and a text to study for.
He should be finishing up this portion of BWS by next week! Then he’s off to nights for a month. And who knows, we might actually make it out of here before the start of the next school year!!
Well he is not the topic of my blog today. The rain is. It has been raining all weekend. I am not a fan of the rain. Henry is not a fan of the thunder. Zoey our Chesapeake bay retriever also does not like the thunder. She is sitting on top of my feet, shaking. This 70lb dog looks so petrified!
All systems down…. We have lost power! Glad that the battery in the laptop is fully charged, we have three hours of life on this thing we better make it use full.
The children are running around the house looking for flashlights and candles. It’s still daylight outside so it’s not pitch black in here…. Sometimes I wonder about them…
Okay, the flashlight is now in my possession and he is not happy about this…
Jessie and Tyler ask if they can go play in the rain…. I tell them no because it is thundering, and where there is thunder there is lighting….. She precedes to debate with me the odds of getting struck by lightning…. Yes she is a smart child. She is just sometimes is a clueless child….
Tyler decided to play his DS, Henry now to wants his DS…. They are fighting… Yes my 13yrd fights with my 2yrd… Jessie puts a stop to it though, by doing what many big sisters and mothers alike would do “it’s mine now”
I am going to escape and hide out with Ella in my room and hope that the power returns quickly, as I don’t know how much of the children bickering I can take… Maybe I should let them go play in the rain…..
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Want to make my blood boil, and send me into a fit of rage? Want to endanger my life, as well as my two beautiful children strapped into their car seats in the backseat? Want to do something to endanger your own life, as well as your beautiful children in your own backseat? Text while driving. If you are lucky to live through an accident, could you live with the guilt? Could you forgive yourself for having such little patience that you couldn’t wait until your car was parked to send a message? Could you forgive yourself for endangering the lives of your own family, as well as other families on the roads. Families with kids like yours. Families with babies, or toddlers, tweens, or teens. Mommy’s or daddy’s. Aunts, and uncles. Brothers and sisters. Grandma’s and grandpa’s. Could you forgive yourself? Could you forgive yourself if you caused an accident that resulted in a Mommy having to have her 2 year old taken from her in a life flight helicopter? Is your text that you are about to type while driving so vitally important that you must take your concentration off the road, and off driving safely to type it? Is your text so important that it’s worth a trip to the ER for yourself, and the passengers in your car? Is it so important that you are willing to send another family to the ER? Is your text so important that you are willing to mentally traumatize a young child with being in a bad accident. A child who just wants to know why that person didn’t follow “the rules”. Is your text so important that you are willing to allow those words that you are typing in your 3000 pound vehicle driving 60 mph to be your last words? Are you willing to turn your car into a 3000 pound death machine? You are if you text while driving. Think about it. One split second is all that it takes. Just one. I know there are states that have laws banning texting while driving. I also know people break laws. I know that there are several states that have no laws against texting while driving, so people will use that freedom. The next time that you are in your car, and think that you have to reply to that text right that second. The next time your driving in your car and think of something you “have to tell that person before you forget”. Just wait. For your kids. For mine. Just wait. If it is that vitally important to send a message right then, pull off and park. Don’t allow yourself to change your focus from driving safe, and protecting your precious cargo, to typing a message that can likely wait. All it takes is losing your concentration for a second, and your whole life can change, and you can change the lives of your children, spouse, significant other, friends, mother, father, sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, grandparents, or other people’s. One tiny little unimportant text message could change the lives of so many people, and have so much more of an impact than you could ever imagine. Just wait until you park that car. For my children’s sake, your sake and the lives of the innocent people who are with you. Well I can not pick just one thing, as there are many. But I will give you my top picks! For me one the best thing about being a mom are the priceless moments. The moments where you will start to get mad [...] In search for a new Camera…. My camera has not been acting right for the last couple of days, I was going to send it back to cannon for them to look at, but I waited too long… Henry decided that HE was going to look at mommy’s camera… Unfortunately for me look at means play with, and drop in the toilet! Now, the irony in this situation to me is that my mother was telling me how Jax (my 20 month old baby brother- yes we are one of those families) threw her cell phone into the toilet, and I of course laughed and lectured her that if she wanted to keep it why did she give it to him and/or allow him to play with it?? Sorry MOM L I now know your pain…. So help me out, what camera do you use? Do you like it or LOVE it? I was looking at the Cannon rebel… But I also like the Nikon ones that Ashton Kutcher is the spokes person for… I am at a loss… So please comment me your top picks! I spent a good part of my day on post today at the Clinic and Commissary… yea two of my favorite places… I don’t get dressed to the nines to go to the doctors or grocery shopping, but I do get dressed! I never go on post – place of husbands employment- without my makeup done and hair fixed. And I wouldn’t be caught dead running around town in sweats or my PJs. I was walking through the aisles today and OMG these frumpy; PJ wearing housewives kept giving me the dirtiest looks. Seriously why?? Why would you give ME dirty looks, when YOU are the one walking around OUTSIDE your house in your PJs???? I could run into my husband’s commander on post! Or someone else who my husband works for or with. Don’t you PJ wearing ladies get that??? My husband is a Warrant Officer, I take pride in being his wife, just as much now as I did back when he was a Staff Sergeant, okay well maybe a little more now, I get to say he’s a Pilot LOL Anyway….. We made it home just before the down pour hit! The rain was pouring down hard, Eleanor was asleep in her swing and Henry was watching a Little Einstein’s DVD so I decided to take that opportunity and work on my scrapbooks. Scrapbooking as of lately other than this, has become one of my favorite things to do. I spent most of my day sorting through a box of random photos. My goal is to have at least all of the photos divided before we PCS this summer. I currently only have two actual books completed; my wedding scrapbook and Henry’s first year scrapbook. I have 7 others started with at the most three pages completely finished. Do you scrapbook? How/What is your organizational system for photos? I have shoes boxes one for each kid, then one for family/group shots. Do you use scrapbooking programs? A young boy went up to his father and asked him, ‘Dad, what is the difference between ‘potentially’ and ‘realistically’? His father asked him, ‘Did you find out the difference between ‘potentially’ and ‘realistically’ ?’ The father thought for a moment, then answered, ‘Go ask your mother if she would sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars. Then ask your sister if she would sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars, and then ask your brother if he’d sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars. Come back and tell me what you learn from that. So the boy went to his mother and asked, ‘Would you sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars?’ The mother replied, ‘Of course I would! We could really use that money to fix up the house and send you kids to a great University!’ The boy then went to his sister and asked, ‘Would you sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars?’ The girl replied, ‘Oh my Gawd! I LOVE Brad Pitt I would sleep with him in a heartbeat, are you nuts?’ The boy then went to his brother and asked, ‘Would you sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars?’ ‘Of course,’ the brother replied. ‘Do you know what a million bucks would buy?’ The boy pondered the answers for a few days and then went back to his dad.. His dad asked him if had learned the difference, The boy replied, ‘Yes, ‘Potentially’, you and I are sitting on three million dollars. But ‘realistically’, we’re living with two hookers and a homo. My husband is a great cook. He can slice and dice things to perfection and in half the time it takes me to do it. He makes a killer breakfast, hey even my parents can attest to this, as he got my mom to eat even eat grits once! He used to cook all the time when I first moved in 5 years ago. I tell you this so that you can perhaps see my confusion and frustration about how dinner went down. Me- Feeding Eleanor: “Can you make dinner while I feed Ella, I’m starving” Him-Sitting on butt watching TV: “Uh, what? Um sure.” He walks into the kitchen and I hear pots being banged back and forth. Me: “Everything you need is out. The pan and pot are on the stove, meat is in the sink and sauce and pasta are on the bar.” Him: WHAT? WHERE I DON’T SEE THEM. I hand Ella over to Jessie and walk into the kitchen. He has a completely different pan on the stove and has put the two I took out into the dishwasher, claiming he thought they were from last night. Yea right ‘cause pots and pans stay on the stove dirty all day long… I take out the big pot again, and pan. I show him where everything is, as I run back into the living room to save my oldest daughter from her little hair pulling sister. Ella and I make our way into the kitchen. He was the water simmering and meat browned. I think to myself good dinner will be ready in just few. I walk back to the living room and sit down to finish feeding Ella. As I get all situated once again, he comes in with car keys…. Yes car keys. And informs me that he and Jessie are running across the street to pick up Italian bread. Apparently I was not clear enough on when the timer beeps you need to take the bread out of the oven… Although even in my recap I may have left that part out. But wouldn’t you have asked “what was the timer for?” I mean seriously, he had to actually turn it Off… He tells me that the noodles are in the pot, but he does not know how much longer they need as he has not set the timer… So now I have to play the guessing game with boiling hot noodles so that we don’t have mushy pasta…. He comes back 20 minutes later! Yes 20! The store is ACROSS the street! Puts the bread in the oven and we have warm garlic cheese bread, with cold pasta, and meat-sauce, which after sitting in the sauce for an extra 30 minutes turned out to be more meat with pasta then meat-sauce… So my question is this, how did my husband who used to cook dinner just about EVERY night, completely forget what to do in the kitchen??? On nights he has planned to cook he does very well, but I guess that’s because its steak and potatoes mostly on those nights, or ribs. He still makes killer ass ribs! Well it’s raining cats and dogs over here. Between huge lighting strikes that light up the whole street, to the loudest thunder I thinki I have ever heard. Henry is not happy about this. He jumps with bang, boom and vibration. The first few times he jumped I laughed at him, I know bad mommy. I wanted to show him it was a funny not scary noise that he was hearing. I don’t think my plan worked though. 15 minutes later- Its still pouring outside, now when it thunders he ducks under the table and starts to crack up laughing… I’m not sure where he got this from….. When the thunder stops for a few minutes he walks around the house on his tippy toes with his arms tucked to his sides like Swipper from Dora, peaking into all the rooms as if he’s looking for the noise! It’s just too darn cute! I love my silly Baby Boy My Sunday night Entertainment! Warning – If you do not have a sense of humor do not watch!
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But back to my point, are you comfortable with people your husband works for seeing you in your PJs?? I’m surely not! Ladies PJs are for your bedroom behind closed doors, not in the commissary or alarm for the rest of us to have to look at! So next time don’t stand there and judge me because I took 20 minutes to put some clothes on and fix my hair! Jeez. 