Friday, August 31, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
When Fred and I decided to move here to Jaw-ja to be together as a family....I reconciled myself to be lonely friend-wise and for the most part unhappy. I'm kind of crazy in the way I operate sometimes. My Mama will blame my Daddy for this and vice versa. I am blessed...or cursed...with a stubborn streak the likes of which most mortals have never seen.
I was determined with our move to make our family a complete unit. To provide my children with both a mother and a father figure that they could count on no matter what. We got to do family outings on a regular basis that have been fun and memorable. From going to Sea World last year to just visiting St. Simon's Island and hanging out at the water. All of our fun times have been together. It has bonded us in ways I could only hope and wish for.
The first ten months of my "exile", I was almost a recluse. I didn't venture out of the house if I didn't have to. I was physically sick from the change in environment because where I am? It has been verified as the Bermuda Triangle of allergies. I was physically homesick, too. I'm not joking. I missed my home so bad I couldn't hardly stand it. If I had to say what I missed most..it would be my Mama. And Daddy. I couldn't call her enough and I'm sure she got right tired of hearing from me all the time. I didn't whine or cry to her, I just needed to hear her voice. Just because I'm grown doesn't mean I don't need my Mama from time to time. I missed my sister in law, Des, because she and I were pretty much inseparable for years. We really depended on each other a lot since my brother worked long hours and my husband was gone with the Navy too much. We tag teamed raising the kids and always knew we had each other as back up.
I was so noble (*warning- take what I'm saying with a grain of salt because it's pretty much stupid). Anyway....I was so noble in my cause. I was going to move to this place and tolerate it for the greater good of my family. I was going to serve my sentence here under duress, but not let my angst show. (are you ready to throw up yet?) Oh, what a personal sacrifice I was making.
Now that I got my act together? I just shake my head at myself. I'm in a good place. With good people. No, they aren't the family and friends I've had since grade school. But, they are now my family and friends. I still miss my Mama, family, and friends back in South Carolina. Some have kept in touch with phone calls.....others have even come to visit me. (Hey Lu!) Others have slammed me in the face with their lack of communication or care. It's taken a while to get over that, but I'm still breathing after the hurt passes. That means I'll heal from it.
During my self imposed seclusion, I made friends with other submarine wives all over this great nation of ours through the internet. I am proud to call Hawaii and Washington (state) the homes of some mighty fine ladies that I am proud to know and call my friends. Domestic Diva (who is Em) resides in South Carolina and I've already had the great pleasure of meeting her.
So even while I thought I was being the perfect martyr (is there such a thing?), I was still reaching out for friends because that's the type person I am. I NEED girlfriends because Fred can only understand so much girly stuff before his eyes glaze over.
I've decided I've been stubborn and stupid long enough. I am ending my sentence and deciding to enjoy my life and what I have here with me for as long as I have it. I'm already torn about one day leaving what and who I've come to know and love here. That's why I refuse to think about it and will just hope and pray it will all work out.
We women are such fickle creatures sometimes. (no comments from the men's section on that, please)
Just to prove to you I take blogging seriously, I looked up the word martyr to see if it truly applied to the way I was thinking. Yeah, you're gonna love this:
2 : a person who sacrifices something of great value and especially life itself for the sake of principle
And I wonder where my girls get their drama gene from.
Friday, August 17, 2007
The other night Fred, Paige, and myself were in the kitchen chatting whilst cooking supper. Somehow the phonetic letters were brought up. I was trying to go through the whole list to see if I could remember them. I did pretty decently for a person who doesn't use them on a regular basis.
I do have one teeny tiny beef about those letters, though. And it's not like what I think matters because the letters have been that way for a while and I'm pretty sure they're not going to change any time soon.
I was reciting letters and got to the end when I realized I had no clue what the letter "Y" stood for. And for good reason! The phonetic thingy is "Yankee". Now hold up a minute.
Where is the fair representation in all of this?
If Yankee can be used why can't you use "Rebel" for the letter "R" so that both sides of the coin can be seen? That's not hardly fair and I'm starting to lean toward some discrimination.
Paige totally saw my side to this argument (of course Fred just stands there and lets me rant and rave with his arms crossed not saying a word).
Paige: I know, right? "R" could be used for Rebel or REDNECK. We're not picky.
I got me one smart kid there.
I hope I'm never in a situation where I have to use the Military ABC's because if I am?
I'm totally gonna use Rebel or Redneck for the letter R.
(For those who don't know....Romeo is used for the letter R. How sucky is that?)
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Let's see if I can recall anything interesting happening around here......
Oh! Last night we put Vitt to bed and truly thought he was asleep. Nope. Our neighbor was outside with a friend working on his motorcycle. Almost right in front of Vitt's window. They weren't loud and rude about it at all. But, my son had pulled his mini blinds up and was standing in the window on the windowsill watching and supervising from the inside. Yeah. I love my neighbor (who I call my extra son). He put the bike up for the evening so Vitt would go on to bed.
Let me talk about Paige a minute. Talk about a firecracker. The other day she was voted to be a classroom representative for the student body at school. This was HUGE for her as she went against a few friends. Now, I must mention Barry. This boy is going far. He loves politics with a passion. We met him at open house with his mother before school started. He and Paige grinned at each other while the parents made small talk. Apparently by age three, he had memorized all the presidents and even knew all their dog's names! I was quite honestly surprised he wasn't elected as a classroom representative. Nothing against Paige at all...but this boy lives and breathes politics. She is debating on whether or not to run for President of the Student Body. She see saws between going for it and being scared of trying. I told her to go for it if she wanted to. I even went so far as to tell her to let Barry be her First Man. He can be the power behind The Woman. Shoot, anyone with a lick of sense knows our Presidents have wives who yield powers behind the scenes.
I told if she really wants it and she decides to let fear rule her life....she will regret it the rest of her life. Sometimes, you just have to step out of your comfort zone and see what the world is all about. I haven't told her TO do it or NOT to do it. It should be ultimately up to her. I think she has as good a chance as anyone. She has the personality and the smarts to pull it off. She already has the teacher's eating out of her hand. (example: Her technology teacher threw down on her desk some hair care samples...explaining they were free when she got her done the previous day and she thought Paige might like them. See what I mean?)
If any of you are inclined to offer her words of encouragement on this, I would appreciate it. You know how Mom and Dad are stupid and don't know anything about life. All the smart people in this world are the ones NOT related to the teenager themselves. I see you out there, Internets, nodding your head...totally getting what I'm saying here.
My Makenna is loving her learning goodness right now. She still visits her teacher from last year and talks more about her than the ones she has now! She went to her first gifted class yesterday and the only complaint she had was that they made her go outside. In her words: "Kenna don't do hot." She'd much prefer to hang out inside where it's nice and cool. Can't say I blame her one bit.
The boy is doing well in school. He was so tired Tuesday afternoon when he got home. Wednesday morning I made mention to his teacher how tired he was. She said he was trying really hard to follow the classroom rules and it was showing. Well, it must've worn his butt out trying so hard to keep that bumblebee at a decent level on the classroom hive. I'm not going to argue. He needs to just get his heart right about it all and realize life is all about "The Rules".
I have a few more things going on that I will fill you in on later. It's like poker...I'm holding my cards to my chest right now trying to figure out what kind of hand I'm holding. (are you curious yet? (insert evil laugh))
Now. Let's all edge on over to the weekend and see what kind of trouble we can find!!
Monday, August 13, 2007
I am now living to regret her doing that.
For one, my son now sings that stupid spider pig song that Homer Simpson sings on the commercials for that movie. How about that? He knows all the words that are seen on the television.
Fred and I are trying so hard to establish manners and etiquette in our children. Tables manners are a hard road for us to travel on. I live in constant fear that these kids of mine will be a guest in someone's home when I am not around to give them THE EYE, and they will do something so atrocious and ill-mannered, I will never be able to hold my head up in public again. This is a big deal for me, Internets.
We are about to give up on it all, I do believe.
Take tonight, for instance.....
(Admit it...you've missed my dinner conversation posts.)
We are constantly telling the girls "No singing at the table." "Please, don't sing at the table." "It's not right to sing at the table while people are eating."
They deem it necessary to ignore us. They find it impossible to make it an entire meal without busting out into song. Tonight we were entertained with songs from Veggie Tales ....Michael Buble...and I think Backyardigans.
I finally threw my hands up in the air and said,
"We have GOT to be the only parents on this Earth who get dinner theater every single night!!!!"
So, if you're inclined to be entertained with fledgling singing artists, feel free to come on over to the Edge for the evening meal.
Ticket prices to be posted soon.
We gotta pay for college somehow.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Who said first meetings are awkward? We immediately did that girl thing where you squeal and laugh and hug and laugh and hug and talk ninety miles a second. Her hubby was very tolerant of us having to do all of this in the scorching hot weather when he had driven a long ways and was probably tired.
We had a marvelous time hanging out Friday evening and hated to see it end. The next morning was just precious. I awoke to my hubby leaving to play golf. He hasn't played in a year due to his knee injury, but he was being the gracious host and taking Jer (D.D's hubby) for a round of early morning golf. He was decked out in his newest golf shirt...golf shorts he's worn everywhere but the course and baseball cap. The previous evening we had to make a special trip to the cigar shop because I was informed that there is no better place to smoke a stogie than the course. Uh...ok, man.
DD and her gorgeous little man spent the morning and part of the afternoon here at my home. We made a big breakfast. I made sure to fix a big pot of grits the RIGHT way as she had never had them. I am hoping she has converted to Southern way of thinking now. We had a great time just sitting and talking. I love friends like that...where you can just be comfortable with each other and not feel like you're constantly putting airs on for them.
John (who had gone golfing also) and Carla, along with their half of the brady bunch (our kids added together make for a busy house!) came over for supper. We fed the kids and sent them away. The adults sat at the table for hours and just ate and laughed. Times like this remind me when I was growing up and seeing adults around the kitchen table at my parent's house.....wondering if I would ever be grown enough to have friends over like that. Three desserts were brought out and presented and it was deemed acceptable that since it was a special occasion....everyone could have a piece of all three. I'm pretty sure we went into sugar shock afterwards. In fact, I'm almost positive we would have collectively blown a glucose meter to the moon.
Jer gets to leave for more school (for our Navy!) in a few months and I am doing my best to convince DD to drive back down and hang out with us again. Maybe do some retail therapy......eat in a nice restaurant...or just hang out. I don't think it would take much to convince her.
On that note, I'll leave you all to your lovely HOT weekends. (Except for C. and Melinda who are in Washington state and don't have to own air conditioners, which I can't even fathom). My Lu is heading this way this evening with my twins to spend the weekend before their school starts. I can't wait to see them!
It's never boring around The Edge. That's for sure!
p.s. I've had to become a name dropper. Lu was fussing at me because I fail to mention her more regularly and that was just unacceptable because we've been friends since we were seven years old.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
It was bed time at the Edge for Vitt. His teeth were brushed and pajamas were put on. Dad tucked him in and went to the kitchen to get him a cup of milk.
When Dad returned to the bedroom to give Vitt a cup of milk? He was gone. Disappeared.
Dad started calling Vitt's name and there was no answer. He came back through the living room, heading to the other side. He explained that Vitt had obviously snuck by me and I didn't hear him.
Whatever. I continued to play a card game on the laptop. I hear Dad and Sissy calling Vitt's name on the other side of the house.
Dad comes back through and searches Vitt's room, our room, and the bathroom again.
He comes back past me on the way to the other side muttering under his breath.
Still, I am not alarmed. Both doors are deadbolted and he simply can't get out with people in both living rooms.
Dad comes back around the corner and bellows, "I CAN'T FIND OUR SON!"
I huff because this means I will have to get up. And I do. Get up, that is. And I huff.
I say in a loud authoritative voice all three formal names belonging to my son. I inform him to come out immediately.
He pops up from the floor on the far side of his bed laughing his narrow butt off at his Dad saying..."YOU NOT FIND ME! HA HA HA AH HA AHAHAHAHAHAHAH"
Dad looks at me and I just shrug. What can I say? Kid pulled a good one on Dad.
Later I addressed the tone of voice my husband used with me because the man was a half inch away from a full panic mode. His response?
"All I could think of was he was somewhere hurt and not able to tell me."
In the house.
Around 2,000 square feet.
I worry about that man because this kid is only three. Imagine what sixteen has potential to do.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Vitt was the caboose coming back across. When he reached the other side, Mr. John told him to let go of the rope. Obviously their teachings were well done because my baby cried when he got kicked off of the train.
Dad had the pleasure of taking the formal shot for first day. Mama did a preview and decided we needed a "smiley" shot. I kept telling him to say cheese..which is code for SMILE BIG. He kept cheesing and pointing to his teeth to prove to me they were showing. End result? Every picture had him with a finger in his mouth. Like this.....
Last...but certainly not least....my favorite picture of all. I love the walking in picture of Dad and his little man. I'm almost certain this will make my mother in law call all weepy and sniffing to see her son and grandson in such a sweet way.
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
I am following this issue concerning Two Bomb Dudes. I'm curious to see just how it plays out and what kind of information the media will share with American citizens.
This is the latest I've found to share with you. Dang, if it still doesn't concern me. A lot.
I admit to being more attentive since it is my home state. I feel little bit of ownership in that base since my husband is in the United States Navy and worked there for a term. I just keep seeing in my mind's eye all those young men and women walking around so proudly in uniform.
There are just a couple of things that make me raise my eyebrow.
1. They called in the robot to remove items from the car.
2. They felt compelled to shut the road down for fear of explosion.
But...they're not saying it was a bomb or anything.
Uh...okay, man. You take those precautions with every single car that goes through a roadblock?
The Sheriff was on Headline News this morning saying that those Two Bomb Dudes were acting mighty suspicious when stopped. Slamming down the laptop quickly before cops got to the car. Wonder if Mapquest directions were on screen?
And if it wasn't a bomb...and they were law abiding dudes riding around...then why did they request bail be denied because they are considered a flight risk?
Makes a person wonder, doesn't it?
*Post of my sweet baby coming up.......*
Edited to add:
I went back and read the link I provided you with again and this is apparently a forum of sorts. I saw that that T.B.D.'s (Two Bomb Dudes) were stopped for speeding. I'm just unclear on the reason they were apprehended. But, does that really matter? They were stopped and something out of that car was detonated.
Monday, August 06, 2007
First, I will let you know that I have actually sat down and researched my information before coming here and typing some random words. I do not wish to provide any false information or get sued.
That being said, I feel I must tell you out there in Internet land that now is not the time to be stupid. Sorry if that offends your sensibilities, but I'm not famous for sugar coating life. You could say I'm quite the opposite. My rose colored glasses broke a long time ago and that left me with a view on this life that's not so perfect after all.
This morning I awoke to my normal routine. I ironed Mak's clothes for school and was watching some Headline News to get my morning started. I never did this until I married my husband. He never fails to watch one thirty minute cycle and get his daily dose of information. Well, he says that, but I think it's because Robin, the anchor, is a gorgeous woman with a great persona (I just need to know why the woman can't wear earrings every day...for some reason that bugs me).
We sat in silence when the story turned to two guys who were taken into custody for allegedly having bomb fixin's in their vehicle. Location of this incident? The local anchor stated it was Charleston, South Carolina. The banner on the bottom stated Goose Creek, South Carolina. A standard roadblock interceded and stopped these fellows.
Now, here comes the good part. I'm not going to tell you any classified information. That's probably because I don't know a lick of it to begin with. But, do you pay attention? I mean, REALLY pay attention? Because if you did, you would know that we have the Navy Nuclear Power Training Command in Goose Creek, South Carolina. I know this because my husband was an instructor there for three and a half years. This is where we have a few thousand kids that are fresh out of boot camp. They are cramming so much knowledge into their young brains in a short amount of time so they can go out in the fleet and protect our country. I've had the honor of being on this base and, believe me..it's loaded with our smartest and brightest. It holds our hope for a generation that will love this country and continue to protect it and serve it well.
I will give you the link of the article that I found online so that you may gleam more information. Plus, it'll save me alot of typing.
How about that? Are you surprised? Truly?
This worries me. Of course, it worries me. I wouldn't have taken the time to write about it if it didn't.
Let's just talk hypothetically now. Let's just say these boys were seriously thinking of doing harm. (Remember, it's supposed to innocent until proven guilty here in American...so for now...we'll just do some "suppose this or that" talk). Let's just say they managed some how to get on base. Let's just say they even managed to get as far as the school where our young men and women are sleeping in barracks....or even the building where they attend school. Let's just say they blast this rolling bomb of a vehicle and take out the school.
Have you any idea what this could do to our Navy? Any idea at all? It could have the potential to severely damage an entire generation of sailors. I can't even fathom what the repercussions could be in the long run. But, I'll be more than happy to let you stew on it for a few.
Because I have another concern I need to address.
Again, I'm not giving out any classified information. My husband doesn't tell me stuff and I don't ask. I respect his job and duties and would never in my life ask him to betray an oath that he has taken.
So, do you know what else is at our Goose Creek, South Carolina Naval Training Command?
A brig. That's a jail. And it's a jail that holds some of the worst bad guys that threaten our country.
Take for instance:
If you hung with the article long enough, you would have seen where Mr. Muhajir is being held.
Yeah, scary, isn't it?
It's enough to make a person wonder. Were Two Bomb Suspects harboring thoughts of taking out some of our kids? Or were they thinking about breaking out this Muhajir character..or even taking him out so he can't rat on anyone? Will we ever know?
Now comes the good part.
This is where I once again spout my love for this country because I am getting ready to state some of my very own personal opinions.
All you tree hugging jerks who keep talking out of your butt about stopping this war and cutting funding?
When you know every single little detail and get a full complete picture of what's going on? THEN, open your mouth to speak and just shut up again. You don't know it all. You seriously don't. The media will only show what is guaranteed to boost ratings and if that's something that slants against our troops and defense plans, what do they care? Anything to stir up controversy and keep viewers tuned in to their stations.
Let the people do their jobs. Let them keep us safe. Let them keep OUR CHILDREN safe. Let them work to keep our country a "free" country for future generations.
I'm all for everyone having an opinion. Unless it's a stupid one and I've heard too many stupid ones on this subject to last me a lifetime.
If we are to survive in any capacity, we must remain diligent. We have no choice. We have to have surprise roadblocks. We have to have someone standing watch at all times.
I welcome any and all comments and arguments. For or against. I reserve the right to delete stupid stuff. Cause I'm crazy like that.
I love living here in the U.S.A.