Sometimes I feel like I am talking and talking and no one is listening. I do not have anything all that interesting to say really. I just would like to know that someone not only hears me but is actively listening.
It's days like this that I miss my 'sister' Bobbi. Love you Beautiful Lady and miss you terribly!
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Whiskey Tango vs. Old and Cranky
Earlier today when I was driving home from an impromptu trip to Michael's, I passed the house that's behind the house across the street from our house. (Got that?) Let me paint you a picture of the house on a regular day. Big bellied men with no shirts on walking to...?, small children also not wearing shirts...or shoes for that matter, animals running everywhere...including that *darn* rooster that couldn't tell 0300 hours from 0700 hours if it's life depended on it.
The MOMD and I have been in bed listening to the sounds of hollering and/or illegal fireworks rush to our part of the neighborhood on several occasions. Today though, it was a whole new bread of Redneck. There were about 10 trucks, no cars (cars are for sissy men not fat, drunk, redneck white men) in the gravel part of their 'yard' and about 30 people in the shop. I only had the window cracked about an inch but I could hear the beer burps, man junk measuring and the carrying on as I drove by. All I could think of was, "it's going to be a long and loud night tonight".
Well folks, it's almost 2330 hours and I can still hear the jubilant sound of what we in the north west call Whiskey Tango. Now if only the MOMD was here and not at drill we could share in this happy occasion by calling the local police together...because we are old...and cranky, and that's what old and cranky people do!
-Giggle-
The MOMD and I have been in bed listening to the sounds of hollering and/or illegal fireworks rush to our part of the neighborhood on several occasions. Today though, it was a whole new bread of Redneck. There were about 10 trucks, no cars (cars are for sissy men not fat, drunk, redneck white men) in the gravel part of their 'yard' and about 30 people in the shop. I only had the window cracked about an inch but I could hear the beer burps, man junk measuring and the carrying on as I drove by. All I could think of was, "it's going to be a long and loud night tonight".
Well folks, it's almost 2330 hours and I can still hear the jubilant sound of what we in the north west call Whiskey Tango. Now if only the MOMD was here and not at drill we could share in this happy occasion by calling the local police together...because we are old...and cranky, and that's what old and cranky people do!
-Giggle-
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
365 Days
I have lived in Georgia now for an entire year. It's been one severely wild ride or as my wonderful Dad refers to it as a 'Trip" cause he looks forward to his baby (and her husband...I think) heading back to the NW.
The last 365 days were not always met with a smile or a thankful heart but the Lord knows my heart. He knows I'm grateful for my many blessings. There will always be those people that don't understand where I'm coming from, but I know without a doubt, my Father in Heaven knows I love Him and I'm trying to be the woman he created me to be. The type of woman that for at least 300 days out of the year can wake up and greet the day with a smile and a 'thank you'.
So here's to my second 365 days in the South.
The last 365 days were not always met with a smile or a thankful heart but the Lord knows my heart. He knows I'm grateful for my many blessings. There will always be those people that don't understand where I'm coming from, but I know without a doubt, my Father in Heaven knows I love Him and I'm trying to be the woman he created me to be. The type of woman that for at least 300 days out of the year can wake up and greet the day with a smile and a 'thank you'.
So here's to my second 365 days in the South.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Let the Count Down Begin
I'm 29.
I got married before I was a "practically 30". Go Me!!
Like last year, in which my birthday was spent packing up the last of my belongings, this year didn't really feel like a birthday. Maybe it's because I'm away from home or because we spent the weekend away for a makeshift honeymoon. (We didn't have a honeymoon after we got married and honestly our weekend away in Hilton Head didn't suffice my "honeymoon-esq" expectations. Note to self: research destination before booking getaway) Shoot, it could be simply because when you get "old" birthday's just aren't as exciting as they once were. I am pretty sure if I rented a jump house and a miniature pony for my 20-something birthday people would wonder things they need not wonder.
Enough about the getting older and on to the getting better. I have set some goals for myself that I find totally "achievable" by the time I'm ttthhhh ttthhh ttthhhirty.
1. Learn to cook better meals for my husband/future kidlets whether via cooking classes or trial and error hopefully without a fire extinguisher.
2. Get healthy. Just in general not necessarily lose weight, although that will be a requirement for this goal to be reached.
3. Train for a 10k that is to be completed upon the MOMD's return from deployment. (Due to the timing I'll have a few extra months to work on this)
4. Get us out of debt. Everything paid off with the exception of my car loan that will be almost paid off anyway.
5. Save Save Save! Enough said.
6. Plan and pay off a REAL Honeymoon for when my Hero comes home. (Destination suggestions welcomed)
7. Purchase a Canon 50D or equivalent and further my knowledge of photography.
8. Make two good, honest, real, spitfire friends here in GA to make life more fun.
9. Read four books on becoming a better wife and woman in general. (Giving myself three months for each book should be enough time...SHOULD BE fingers crossed)
Bonus: Teach at least one of the cats how to use the toilet. I have my preference but we will see which one takes to it.
My 30th is to be celebrated back home with the people who love me and know I'll party hard-ish till at least 2200 hours. Bahahaha
I got married before I was a "practically 30". Go Me!!
Like last year, in which my birthday was spent packing up the last of my belongings, this year didn't really feel like a birthday. Maybe it's because I'm away from home or because we spent the weekend away for a makeshift honeymoon. (We didn't have a honeymoon after we got married and honestly our weekend away in Hilton Head didn't suffice my "honeymoon-esq" expectations. Note to self: research destination before booking getaway) Shoot, it could be simply because when you get "old" birthday's just aren't as exciting as they once were. I am pretty sure if I rented a jump house and a miniature pony for my 20-something birthday people would wonder things they need not wonder.
Enough about the getting older and on to the getting better. I have set some goals for myself that I find totally "achievable" by the time I'm ttthhhh ttthhh ttthhhirty.
1. Learn to cook better meals for my husband/future kidlets whether via cooking classes or trial and error hopefully without a fire extinguisher.
2. Get healthy. Just in general not necessarily lose weight, although that will be a requirement for this goal to be reached.
3. Train for a 10k that is to be completed upon the MOMD's return from deployment. (Due to the timing I'll have a few extra months to work on this)
4. Get us out of debt. Everything paid off with the exception of my car loan that will be almost paid off anyway.
5. Save Save Save! Enough said.
6. Plan and pay off a REAL Honeymoon for when my Hero comes home. (Destination suggestions welcomed)
7. Purchase a Canon 50D or equivalent and further my knowledge of photography.
8. Make two good, honest, real, spitfire friends here in GA to make life more fun.
9. Read four books on becoming a better wife and woman in general. (Giving myself three months for each book should be enough time...SHOULD BE fingers crossed)
Bonus: Teach at least one of the cats how to use the toilet. I have my preference but we will see which one takes to it.
My 30th is to be celebrated back home with the people who love me and know I'll party hard-ish till at least 2200 hours. Bahahaha
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