Tuesday, April 29, 2008
So, here I was, minding my own business when I came across this incredible pair of shoes. I thought to myself....HOLY COW! You know I had to click on them to get a better view. Then I started snorting.
I looked to my left to where my hubby was sitting in his recliner throne. I said to him....."You know I would totally get these shoes and wear them just for you." I turned the laptop to share this treasure I had stumbled across.
He laughed and proceeded to tell me that I would end up hurting myself if I even tried to wear them.
He knows me so well.
7 inch stiletto heels. I've always wondered what it would be like to be 6 feet tall. Dudes, the star is sparkly. In it's clear plastic goodness. And don't you just love how I made you scroll down to see these magnificent pair of heels?
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
What a Ball. What a good time. What a bunch of tipsy people because some much higher up decided to attend at the last minute then decided to be an hour late (so not fashionable, man) showing up. Of course, no one could eat until he arrived, so what did a majority decide to do? Drink. It was getting right interesting before the food finally got served!
The ceremony of the Submarine Ball is always a humbling thing to be a part of. The bell is tolled for all boats that have been lost. The room is silent as each boat's name is read and the bell echoes throughout the room. When our National Anthem is sung, you see service members stand at attention, proud to be wearing their uniforms. I find my eyes getting more misty from seeing the pride and emotions on their faces, more so than for the song that particular time. It makes me want to burst with pride that I am a part of this community where the love of country prevails.
I had a delicious time doing my People Watching with a table mate. She is the wife of an office mate of The Mans and we love to get together at shindigs such as this and just dish on those fortunate or unfortunate to walk past us.
We didn't stay that late as Paige was manning the home front in the child care department. She had her siblings and Carla's three kids. Her friend Maribeth (shout out to you, girl, since you read now!) came to help and they did a fantastic job. All under the age of 9 were sleeping and had not a care in the world by the time we rolled in (before midnight, thank you very much!).
This is before we left to head to Jekyll. I don't like The Man to wear his glasses in pictures because he doesn't wear them on a regular basis. I would have used a different picture but I like me in this one. So, you're stuck seeing him in glasses. Yes, my hair is naturally curly. I have to work hard to get it straight! I just thought I'd do it different than last year's straight style.
This is a few of my Posse. From left to right: Donna, Carla, Jordy, Me, and Kerry (that's Vitt's teacher, too!). This is at the dance hall and and we wanted a whole group but D was somewhere on the dance floor with M and we just couldn't corral them to the table.
Ed (Kerry's hubby), Fred (A.K.A. The Man), and John (Carla's hubby) in all their uniform fineness. I love this picture of our guys!
This concludes my re-cap of this year's events. J said she'll send me some pictures to post on here, so I'll be sure to share when she does. Blogger seemed to be working against me as it has taken three days to finally pull this post together! For some odd reason, the pictures didn't want to work for me. I'm glad whatever was wrong has righted itself.
The moments you took to read and just momentarily share in our loss of a beautiful person means more than you will ever know.
I felt it important to keep Spencer's post up through his funeral. I've had many phone calls telling me it was a wonderful service.
The Edge will return to it's regular programming now, but that doesn't mean that we will forget.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
My posse of friends have been planning on this for a few months now. We have shopped for dresses and accessories with purpose in our stride. We have consulted with each other on colors and shoes and what type of jewelry would work. We take this very serious, you know.
Well, I kind of take it serious. I didn't spend a whole lot on my dress as I believe I'm too old for floor length flowing gowns all chiffon-y and tight. I have a simple navy dress that I fondly refer to as a "Mother of the Bride" dress. I will be comfortable yet put together. It's unfair that the guys can wear the same thing over and over again...all they have to do is get their uniform dry-cleaned. I do have to admit, though, they all look mighty dashing as they walk around the building with medals ringing on their chests.
I went last evening to get my toes and nails done because my shoes are all silver with a touch of sparkle and I just feel I need to do them justice. Come to think of it, I think the shoes cost more than the dress. Never mind that, I promise I will use them more than once. I'm not quite clear on what jewelry I'll be wearing as of yet. I have a couple of sets in the jewelry box, but still have time to run get another if I'm feeling froggy about it.
It's one of the few dates nights that The Man and I get that we thoroughly enjoy. I think it's one of the very few times he can get away with holding my hand while in uniform. The other day we were on base walking to a building and our habit is to hold hands and we literally walked 3 feet apart as he is not allowed to do that while in uniform. He is also not allowed to walk with his hands in his pants pockets. You know I put my hands in mine just to give him a hard time. Cuz that's how I roll.
I still have one side of my home full of boxes and whatnot that we brought back from Edge I last weekend. I am putting off unpacking because to me, that just makes it that much more final. I know. I know. It's on the agenda to be done and it will be. Eventually. Right now I'm wading through the usual mountains of laundry as I've been busy and out of the house for most of the week. Me being gone isn't going to change soon because we have Compass next week. I've been working on doing registrations and other duties with that when I've had a spare minute. Ahhhhh, the busy life I lead at times. I might piss and moan from time to time, but right now? I wouldn't change it.
Of course I shall post some pictures from the weekend's festivities if at all possible. I can't wait to do hang out with my friends in such a beautiful setting and do some serious people watching. One of this year's contests might be, "Who has the most visible tattoos!" That's always a good one. Last years winner was a chick who had angel wings all down her back. She was right proud of them. I know this because she wore a backless gown.
Have a good weekend, my Internets! Keep it out of the woods.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Can you believe this?!?! I was there and am looking at the picture right now and STILL can't believe it. That Miss Heather talked to him the whole time and praised him like nobody's business. I made sure to find out if we can request her from here on out. Not a problem.
Miss Heather was so confident in The Boy that she suggested we try and get x-ray's while he was cooperating. I just looked at her and said..."You sure like to push the envelope, Woman." And by golly!!! She got him to do x-rays too!!! What is up with this?? Is this my child? It sure looks like him, but I can't be positive. The dentist gave us high praise for having beautiful teeth. No cavities were found in either mouth and we were told to keep up the good work. *pats self on back*
Last visit The Boy wasn't allowed to get a sticker or a prize. Because I don't reward froot loop behaviour. This time? He got TWO stickers and a prize. He scored bigtime. I left that office with my nerves intact and have told anyone who will listen that he was PERFECT. I could not have asked for a better child. I feel like I won a lottery.
Monday, April 14, 2008
She was leaving out this morning and I told her that I needed a picture for my blog for today's post. I whipped out my trusty camera phone and before I knew it, she took it from me to do a self portrait. I just could not be trusted to do a decent picture.
Friday, April 11, 2008
First off, the high school campus here is so freaking huge! I firmly believe it's bigger than the college I attended "back in the day", that is now a university. We had no clue where we were going at all. Finally, I called my neighbor who has a kid in high school and warned I was about to lose religion and needed some help. Debbie came through for me like she usually does. Well, she did after I got all turned around and finally handed the phone to Fred. I have to admit...I was about ill when we finally got to where we were going.
Honest to the Good Lord above, the 9th grade center is as big as my high school back home. Probably bigger. They keep the freshmen separated from the older kids and integrate them during the year. I suppose this is to keep from overwhelming them. I was overwhelmed by the size of the campus and was so glad I wasn't the one having to deal with it.
We sat down to discuss next year's choices for classes with a teacher she has now. I'm not so sure I like this teacher. She's older but she has a fake smile and laugh. She just didn't rub me right. But, then again, I could have still been ill over the whole finding the right building issue.
Paige is determined to do ROTC. Argh. I just don't want her to! I'm not going to tell her she can't. I flat out told the teacher that my family had done enough military time and maybe it was time for others to kick in and make the sacrifice. (man, didn't that almost sound bitter?) I just want her take other courses, like business law, or advanced computer technology. Of course, Paige and I butted heads right there in front of God and everyone. You know...when you talk through clenched teeth while smiling (even though you're not fooling anyone within a 3 ft. radius)? She's taking all gifted classes. She's eligible and by golly, she's going to do it. She got pissed because she wanted to take a basic math to have things easier. No ma'am, not happening. Then I got the "Mama, you gotta let me make choices!". No, I don't. By law, Fred and I make the choices until she is grown and gone out of our house and relies on us for nothing......money, food, clothing, and insurance. Deal with it, Sister.
How can you just disconnect the "BAD CHOICES" button on kids? Because you know they're gonna make choices that aren't the smartest and you know this because you did it your own self. You know they're gonna fight you tooth and nail because you fought your own parents. Although, my parents weren't involved really in any of schedule choices. I was left to my own devices. I just got massive restriction over bad grades when I made them. I swear I stayed on restriction my senior year. Sometimes, it felt like my Dad would just look at me and put me on it. Looking back, I'm sure I deserved it, but I sure wish he would have been more involved than just handing out punishments. Ha ha ha. I'm involved AND I hand out punishment. See how cool I am? (And my Dad now has the nerve to tell me that I'm hard on her. Anyone see the irony here?) Okay, done with the Daddy Bashing. It's old stuff that needs to stay in the past or I just need to go on and get myself some therapy and exorcise those demons.
Anyone who knows me understands that keeping my mouth shut just isn't an option sometimes. So, when the teacher handed me some papers that had Paige's reading list for the summer, I just looked at her. I said..."What is this?". She said...."Paige's books she has to read over the summer and the assignment that has to be completed for first day of school." I said....."I'm sorry, but this is just wrong. Where's the joy of summer? Why are you making kids who work all year work even more? There's no vacation to be had if they're still doing work." And the teacher just looked at me. I think I'm the first parent that has complained about this. I'm not worried about Paige reading. She'll do it. But, dang, when do the kids get to be kids? I think the teacher was done with us then and ready to get us the heck out of there.
I'd say it was a successful trip, wouldn't you? Paige got some good classes lined up. I ended up embarrassing the pure snot out of her by not being cool at all. We now know which building she's supposed to be in on the first day. I must not forget to mention she was also having a good hair day to impress the 9th graders there helping out.
Now, I have to do the paperwork for The Boy next week at his school. This going from high school thinking to 4K thinking might just be the end of me. Oh, and don't forget Mak will be heading into 4th grade next year. When did that happen???? I need to keep an eye on that girl...she's slipping by under the radar.
And that concludes the big High School Registration ordeal.
We are off to SC yet again this weekend. Our house there has been sold and I need to say good bye to it and bring back some stuff that was there. It's been a sudden kind of deal where there were no choices and I'm having some mental issues over it. Nothing life threatening, just being too rushed through the process to let it all sink in. It will make our visits there fewer and further between, but that can't be helped. I'm already stressing over the email I have to send Santa to tell him there's a change of address and I don't know where he's making a drop at this year. Everyone here is wanting him to come to Georgia since he's never seen our home here. I still feel drawn to S.C. because that's where he's always been for me. We'll have to stay tuned for that one.....we have a month or two or three to figure it out.
Have a good weekend, my Internets. Keep it legal.
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
I love balloons on a birthday. Nothing makes a kid happier than a HUGE balloon bouquet just for them. Add in a pack power ranger ones and you've scored big time.
Going to the doctor isn't so bad when you get the exam room that has the fire truck table in it! Since he isn't a sickly child, he doesn't see a room like this often so he hasn't grasped the concept that it's not polite to go snooping behind closed doors. This table has at least 5 doors on it he had to see behind or die. (ha ha ha...just noticed he wore the same outfit to the doctor that he wore a week earlier at his party!) Emily would say it's perfectly alright to wear Auburn colors on a regular basis.
After shots were over with, we had to wait around 20 minutes just to make sure he didn't have an immediate reaction. We went in the waiting area where the television was and I told him he needed to make a sad face because of the shots. This was the result. I think he could trip over his bottom lip. The rest of the day he walked around moaning and saying..."Ooooooooh, my shot hurts" as he rubbed his poor aching thighs.
This was on our last trip home to South Carolina. He jacked Mu's blanket and when I turned, I was sore afraid of his pink ghost-liness.
Sissy went and bought that famous guitar game for our whee. It HAS to be a genetic kind of thing. Note the wide-legged stance he automatically falls in to when the strap goes around his back. He can't play this game at all, but he has the attitude, look, and heart. That's what's important, right?
Wasn't this just worth the wait, Internets? I have enjoyed being this kid's mom all week long. It's like he hit four and just started growing wide open.
Four must be the magic number for him.
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
This is the kind of friend you've been through just about everything imaginable with. Good times, bad times, and times where you just hated each other so good it ain't even funny. In the end, though? You know you love each other and you can't argue that God Himself put you in each other's lives.
We both ventured out in this world on our own at the age of 19. That was a long time ago, Internets. Ahhhh....to be room mates was a trip. There are stories that I have to keep to myself on that one. Rest assured, we visit the past from time to time and laugh ourselves silly over some of the things that happened. We were both in school and working at the time. Oh, to be young and able to do such energy draining activities like school AND work. I fondly recall the both of us having a weekend off together from time to time and putting a sign in her Accord saying something to the effect..."Single, Beach Bound, And Lovin' It!!" as we headed to Myrtle Beach for the weekend. Good times.
We were room mates for three years until I married. In that time we grew up quite a bit. Or maybe not. I'm still unclear on that sometimes. She had her son Jeff during that time and we both raised him best we could. In fact, during the courtship before I got married....that man was convinced Jeff was my child no matter how much I denied it. That baby went everywhere with me. I almost had to show a birth certificate to prove his claim was false. Jeff is a teenager now (lovely age of 16) who still loves his Aunt Hope. Why, just the other weekend, when we were home for a visit, I was on my Mama's front porch when a Jeep drove by with some guy hanging out of it hollering, "HEY AUNT HOPE!!!!" We have love for each other.
She has twin girls that I just love to pieces named Emily and Erica. I was there in the delivery room, pregnant at the time with Makenna. I held them both first and carried their tiny selves to the nursery. I would not trade that experience for anything in the world. I still feel honored that I was allowed to share such a beautiful and special time in their lives. They know Aunt Hope loves them and they are at home here with me as they are in their own home.
Let me tell you something. Anyone who has has the job of taking this girl for a surgery will tell you to just let me do it. That is one ornery gal when she comes to and I have been about the only one that can handle her mouth when she regains consciousness. I've had to miss one or two since my move, but I can guarantee you I got plenty of updated phone calls during the day and I don't rest until I hear her voice.
Lu was a bridesmaid in my first wedding. She was close by me for the second marriage. She was one of the first people I saw after giving birth to Vitt. She wouldn't leave until she laid eyes on him herself and touched his sweet face. I believe that nurse thought she was crazy when she met her at the door and gently took the rolling bassinet from her hands and said..."I got it from here." She cried a solid month before we moved to Georgia and tells me on a regular basis that she is anxiously awaiting our return to our home state.
I have been blessed to have this friend I call my Sister in my life. She has been a solid rock for me for so many years. I know in my heart that if anything ever were to happen to either one of us, we would be completely lost without the other.
There's not enough space and time to write of all we've shared. We should've written it all down as it happened. Wait. Strike that. I'm not so sure that's a good idea. Statute of limitations and all that good stuff, you know. Plus, Mama reads this from time to time and I'm pretty sure she'd still have grounds to put me on restriction. No...it's best left to being mostly memories.
On the phone yesterday I told her she no longer had birthdays. Now? Now we celebrate the anniversary of our birth. Doesn't that sound so much better?
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY OF YOUR BIRTH, LU!! I LOVE YOU, GIRL!!!
p.s. You get no picture post because when cameras come out, she either hits you (and it hurts!) or you end up with a shot of the side her head as she turns away. She never cooperates with picture taking.
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Paige come around the corner to whisper in my ear.
I stopped what I was doing when I heard the urgency in her voice.
I made her repeat herself and then I started laughing.
Holding my sides laughing at my child.
All of a sudden she freaked.
"MAMA, YOU CAN NOT BLOG ABOUT THIS. OH-M-GEE, YOU SO CAN NOT BLOG ABOUT THIS. HIPAA LAW!! HIPAA LAW!! YOU CAN NOT REPEAT TO THE INTERNETS ANYTHING MEDICAL!!!"
Dangit. It was good, too.
Gotta respect the HIPAA.
For those not familiar? Maybe you can understand here.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Miss Hope has had some issues occurring back home in SC. Now I'm not one to air dirty laundry because that's just tacky. Suffice it to say, it's been nerve wracking and since I no longer have any current nerve pills (they've all expired), finding peace of mind has been somewhat hard to do. Today, he understood my need to stay in my gown for the duration. Not one word did he utter. In fact, he went so far as to head out into inclement weather to purchase some comfort foods for us. I know. I know. Junk food isn't the answer and can only cause damage to a perfectly good body. Shut up. When the need is there...it must be fed!!!
Back he came in the pouring rain loaded with chips and oreos. Double stuffed. Oh, how I love The Man. I did not hoard this mother lode. I shared with all so that we would share the junk food high on a stormy Saturday.
No, no upgrades are needed on this model. He is top of the line.
On another note, The Edge hit the 10,000 mark. How about that. I do have to say, though, that the counter wasn't established until summer of last year. Therefore, who knows how many hits were left unaccounted for before then. That's okay. What's life without a little mystery?
We can assume there might have been a thousand or two. One of the smartest things my ex ever said was, "When you assume, you make an "ass" out of "u" and "me". " God Bless him.....he was an assuming kind of guy.
I have to head back to good ol' South Carolina for a few days this coming week. Not by choice, as we just left there, but it'll be the last visit for a while I'm thinking. I'm going try and catch up on some good stuff I'm doing my best not to forget before I leave. Never fear...I'll be back soon enough to keep up my good works.
I just had to give The Man an "Atta Boy"! He came through when I needed with what I needed. He's cool like that.
Friday, April 04, 2008
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Years into the future you will all be responsible for the therapist bill for my son. Because it was my sweet baby's birthday and all he got was two comments? (Thanks, Dulcie and C!) Dang, that's going to be rough on him when he goes to read my memoirs one day.
It's gonna be your fault. Not mine. Well, not this time. I'm betting he'll be in therapy for a thousand other reasons he'll end up blaming me and his Dad for.
Just so you know.
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
My boy, my hand full, my baby.....turned 4 today. What a milestone this seems to be for him. No longer does he qualify as being a baby except in my eyes. Even his Dad calls him "Little Man" to which he always answers to. He has literally grown over night into this little boy who is ready to take on the world. Speech is much clearer than last year where it mostly sounded like alien talk. Potty training has been successfully completed and any parent can tell you that in itself can be one HUGE accomplishment.
His eyes are bright and the world doesn't scare him one little bit. I look into his brown (almost black) eyes and see a mind that has begun it's trek of learning and the amount it that it does learn in one day is just amazing.
I declared this year the Year of No Planned Birthday Parties. Yet, my house was full to bursting this evening as friends, whom I refer to as my Georgia Family, came to celebrate The Boy's birthday. There were children screaming, adults laughing, and noise in every crook and cranny. Pizza was eaten, and the coolest cake of all devoured by evening's end.
In the midst of it all stood a young child who whooped and hollered with every present he opened. He was ever so polite as he screamed out "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU" over and over. I was blown away by the love shown to him by his extended family in amazing gifts that might have beaten this past Christmas haul hands down. I just can't express my gratitude to those who showed my child how special he is to them.
I no longer cringe and get all weepy over my children growing up. I don't yearn to have them helpless as an infant in my arms. I'm starting to get excited to see where they are going. I'm anxious to know what great things they will accomplish on their own.
Beyond all that, though, one thing remains clear.
I don't care if The Boy does grow to be 6 feet tall. He must forever until I draw my last breath have this exchange that is personal to the two of us.
Me: That's MY BABY!
Him: That's MY MAMA!
Son, you are exactly what I wanted. I'm so glad God sent you to us.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, VITT!!
(p.s. Pictures to come in a later post!)
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
I am too YOUNG to have a kid going into high school.
Ok...not really. But, jeesh, this is aging me. Next thing you know, she'll want to do something crazy like DRIVE. MY vehicle.
It seems like only yesterday I was taking her for the first day of pre-school. Her little teeny tiny self.
Didn't I just register a kid for pre-school about a month ago???
I might need medication in order to help my thought process change from high school thinking to pre-school thinking in a blink.
This just isn't right.