the major sent what?

Doc's grandfather is great about sending forwarded emails, some good ones poking fun at liberals (I'm independent he is not and would love to convert me!), lots of God loves you, and a few proud to be an American. So when I saw his name in my in box I literally rolled my eyes wondering what he had for me today. Imagine my surprise when it said:

I have no idea how this works, I have never been that good at these optical illusion pictures!!!!

But the friend who sent me this said if you stare at it long enough, you should be able to see the ocean.

I tried for a while; I can't see any stupid ocean!

(then you scroll down to see....)

I added the butterfly, I don't want my blog flagged for nudity.

I almost died, he's 3000 miles away but I felt a little embarrassed...then I started to wonder, who the hell sent THIS to him? I love my in laws!

not quite

Almost home is not home...I just want him here, with me, safe.

Product Review!

I've never done one of these on here but I LOVED this so much I just had to share.

Scrubbing Bubbles® Action Scrubber™

I seriously hate cleaning the bathroom, it's one of the reason Doc and I don't share a bathroom, he would never take his turn cleaning so now he can shower in his own filth all he wants (I'm a 21st century wife haha). But seriously until Rosie, the robot maid from The Jetsons is mass produced I will be looking for ways to make bathroom scrubbing easier.

I saw this in the commissary and it was less than $5 (not sure what it sells for in the real world) so I decided to give it a shot. Wow! Glad I did. There is a lot of cleaner in those little pads and they did a lot of the scrubbing for me. They pad did slip on the handle (which is some sort of Styrofoam) but the way it slipped made it easier to get the corners. So instead of spraying down the tub/shower then waiting until I can breath in there without getting high then scrubbing with a brush that always slipped out of my hands I simply went in there and wet the pad and got to work. And the best part, after my shower was clean I still had enough solution left to scrub the outside of the toilet.

Two thumbs up!

I guess she expects him to just wait for me...

We are closing in on homecoming time and I asked my boss today about moving my required day off so I don't have to worry about missing work to receive my husband. I really didn't think this would be an issue - when they sprung the 4 day work week on us they told us that since it was such an inconvenience for us they would do their best to work with our schedules. Imagine my surprise when I was told me switching my day wouldn't be a problem just as long as another girl was covering. Well this girl is the same girl who sucks at life and should have been fired when they needed to cut 40 hours. Obviously she said no, if it's not in her best interest why would she do anything?

So I had a little chat with the HR guy, because it shouldn't make a difference if either one of us are here, we don't do the same job. He told me to call in sick but then I am down to 3 days that week...that's not cool. So he's going to talk to my boss and let her know that the office will survive the day without me.

What does she really expect me to do, make him wait for me to get out of work to pick him up? I don't think so. We need to work a 4 day work week...I've got that and I will do that just give me the right day off! I really don't think I am being unreasonable.

so worth it

So I had nothing better to do so decided to head to the Sonic grand opening, I knew I would wait but I had no idea how bad it would be. It took 90 minutes!! I tweeted the whole time so you can see the play by play if you want (it's not really that exciting).

That's the long line of cars just trying to get into the parking lot...

On my way to the first staging area...

They had 10 lines of cars about 13 deep...it reminded me of Woodstock 99 (just a lot less pot today)

The second staging area...yes SECOND staging area!

I was getting a little excited to get in there.

Home and it's well worth it!

i am lucky

Perez Hilton had this song on his blog a long time ago...we were still at Ft Bragg and Doc had never deployed but as soon as I heard it I knew it would be the perfect song when he was gone. Well here I am 2 years later and I rediscovered this song on the Jason Mraz album and now I can't stop playing it! (If you're on Google Reader you will have to go to the blog page to hear it).

i've given in

I'm on twitter...and I've got my updates on my blog. Not that I do anything all that exciting but there it is.

Last night was another fun night with the wives, I am so glad to have finally found a group that I fit in with. Unfortunately, I am feeling it today. I was up at 6AM to drive home and let poor Moses out to pee and I have been napping all day. I can't really think of anything else that I would like to be doing today (well I obviously wish Doc was here but yea).

I just need the days to fly by, I am a firm believer that the worst part of deployment are the few weeks before they leave and the few weeks before they come back...serious case of ants in my pats!

ouchie

I am hurting, my lower back, my pelvic area and I am very happy about it! It means my period will be here right on time and I will be done when Doc gets home and hopefully will ovulate before he leaves to NC for 2 weeks!! Maybe we'll be one of those lucky couples who gets pregnant right away.

I woke up with mascara under my eyes today and that means 2 things, 1) I didn't washing it off before bed last night and I am a scumbag and 2) I didn't cry it off yesterday! So whatever, we have to pay a lot of money that we weren't expecting but what can you do - money is money, you make then you spend it that's what it's for. I know all too well that life it too short to be miserable.

Today I am going to a BBQ with some of the wives, our last get together of this rotation...it could be my last get together with them period depending on when our move goes through. So far no news on that front but I did piss Doc off asking him why he really wants to move. I was afraid it was because of all the time he would spend away before his next deployment. Apparently I was WAY off (or right on and he was that pissed because I figured it out haha). After that I decided that we wont talk about it until he gets home...face to face is so much better.

Thanks pretty much it from Amber Land...hoping for another Red Sox win today :)

just a little bit longer

This is all almost over so why am I all the sudden falling apart? Why is everything hitting me this week? I have done more crying in the past 3 days than I have in the past 3 months. And you know what really pisses me off is that I wont drink when I am sad so if I don't knock it off I am never going to finish all that wine! I won't break that rule though, it's a slippery slope to alcoholism and I am predisposed to it so I have to be very careful. (Thanks Mom)

I don't really want to air all of my dirty laundry for all of the interweb to see but it seems like every time I think that Doc and I are making headway with out bills and debt something new comes along and drains our accounts. I really wish I didn't cry when I am frustrated because I look frightening, seriously, I am Carrie Bradshaw just arriving in Mexico on her would-be honeymoon (but SJP is 40 something and I am 28, we shouldn't look the same without makeup!)

And what the hell, why does crying make you puffy?

Doc and I are good people...why can't we catch a break? I can't wait for him to call so I can tell him that we are another $896.12 down. If this PCS does go through we are going to have to push our cars across the country because we sure as hell wont be able to afford to drive.

Maybe next week I will be one of those sign holders outside of post:
On a happy note, thanks for the sweet comments about my photoshop picture...I was pretty proud of my self haha.

photoshop fun

I get bored and play with photoshop, sometimes it comes out pretty cool!

This is my latest and greatest.

back to regularly scheduled programing

Yikes, yesterday...I am glad that I have a place where I can record my thoughts and if someone else finds something interesting in what I am saying that's cool too. I posted what I did yesterday because I forget more and more of the details as the years pass and the events of that day changed my life completely. I am lucky to still be friends with Dan and I asked him yesterday how he knew without me telling him and he told me that my stepmother had called him first. I don't think I ever knew that. (Oh and sorry Erin, I didn't mean to make you cry!)

Anyway, a lot of tears were shed yesterday but today I am so much better. I asked Doc if this day would always be so hard for me, if I would ever be able to get over it at all. His response to me was perfect "some things just aren't get overable." He likes to make up words and I am glad he does because he made me laugh - hard. I can't wait to touch his face again.

Tonight is the big FRG meeting, we will be hearing about homecoming. We don't have a big 'ol ceremony or any of those things you see on TV. Our guys trickle in a few at a time. Last time DH was the first one gone and the last one home...not fair! Like I have said, I have some dates so I am not too concerned about that happening again.

I am sure the guys on rear D will be blowing a whole lot of smoke up our asses, telling us that their missions were accomplished and our husbands are the most amazing men to ever lace up combat boots. (ummm no doy!) I hope they don't waste too much time...the Bruins are playing game 4 against Montreal tonight and will advance with a win. (Side note, a customer in Quebec just called and I wanted to taunt her but I thought the better of it.)

21 april 2001

My dad, I think I was making that face because of his hair.

Sophomore year, I was alone in my dorm room watching "28 Days". I was glad to be alone but it was comforting to know that my boy friend (Dan) was in his suite across the hall. The night before my sister D had come to visit me at school and we had plans to go out dancing that night but we had a pit stop to make before that.

On the way to the hospital D told me that this was probably it. Our stepmother had called her earlier in the day to tell her that he wasn't going to hold on much longer. D wanted to tell me in person, which I really appreciated. I tried to get my crying done in the car - up until then there was NO crying in the ICU, at least not in our curtain. They had moved him to the spot closets to the nursing station, with all of his tubes and machines it took everyone on staff to get that done.

D and I went in to say our goodbyes. We will never know if he could hear us, I pray to God he couldn't because I would hate for the last time he heard my voice for it to have been shaking so much. That day it was OK to cry in there.

He looked like hell. He had been in the coma for about 3 weeks and the effects were showing. He was bloated to about twice his size. His black curly hair hadn't been cut in months. I had been on him to get a cut about a month before he even went to the hospital for his fever. The nurse had combed it down and parted it in the middle. It looked ridiculous so D and I gave him his afro back. He had only recently begun to lose his hair and while in the coma they had stopped the chemo. The nurses had placed a white towel over the bottom half of his face, his platelet level was so low that he was bleeding through the pours that were large due to years of shaving.

I told him that I loved him and that I would miss him. I kissed his forehead as my tears fell from my cheeks to his. And somehow I turned around and walked out. That was it.

When I got back to school I had to tell Dan that this was it. Somehow I was able to hold myself together while he cried. He loved my dad and my dad loved him. D and I had thought about staying in that night but we both knew that our dad would want us to be having fun. We danced until closing time...when Mel B's "I Need a Miracle" came on we sang as loud as we could in the hopes that somehow God would hear us and grant us that miracle.

Back to the evening of April 21st.

I had been waiting for my phone to ring all day. There had been a false alarm earlier in the evening when I got the dreaded double ring on my phone (double ring calls are from off campus) but it was just a friend checking in on me. Around 6:30 the real call came in.

My stepmother: Are you alone?

Me: Yes but Dan is across the hall.

She was silent.

Me: Just say it.

All I remember hearing was "Daddy died tonight."

Me: OK, I have to tell Dan, I will be home as soon as I can.

I walked across the hall into Dan's suite where he and all of his friends were watching a movie and just kind of fell into him. Everyone got up and crammed themselves into a little dorm to give us a moment. This is when I finally cried...I couldn't stop. Somehow he got me up and brought me back over to my suite. Before I made it into my room I collapsed again. I don't know what it was, I knew it was coming - his death was not a shock. (Fun side note, during this time my suite mate came home and just stepped over me to get into her room - nice huh?).

After a few minutes people started to come in and give me hugs and express their condolences. I had no idea what was going on. My college was 15 miles from my home but I wasn't sure if I would be coming back to school so I started tossing random things in a large tote.

There wasn't much to do when we got home. We tried to figure out a plan for the funeral, I remember someone suggested just getting a wheel barrel. That is how my dad would have wanted us to cope. Humor was very important to him. My stepmother contacted the Red Cross, that is how you get this kind of information to a service member and my brother was a Marine at Camp Lejeune at the time. We agreed to meet up the next day. Dan and I headed back to campus.

I don't remember the rest of the night, I think I made some phone calls to my friends the rest learned it from my AIM away message. The next few days were a blur as well, I had to notify my professors, find some clothes for the wake and funeral. D and I went to the mall to get our badly neglected eyebrows waxed and the woman aske
d what the occasion was that sisters came in together and we just blurted out that it was for our father's wake. Tact had flown out the window.

Senior year I took a poetry class and this is the first poem I wrote in that class:

Goodbye

The walk is long down this sterile corridor

the walls so white I could be lost in a cloud

there are rows of beds, each like the last until

I stop

I am here

The smell of 10,000 Band-aids surrounds me

Somewhere among the contents of the room is my father

Some machines beep while others hum softly

What seem to be 100 tubes overtake his still body

and there he is

This should be easy

I said goodbye when I was 5-

as I went off to school

I said goodbye when I was 19-

when I moved away from home

There I was again a year later, time again to say goodbye-

my last moments with my father before it is his time to go

I have lost the words,

for what seems like hours I stand

holding his hand in mine

Does he know I am here?

Can he hear me?

If I never say it will he live forever?

Am I ever going to wake up?

Goodbye daddy, goodbye

As I walk out of the room I realize

here comes the hard part.

Good Day

I had an amazing day today!

At 8AM got up and turned on the Red Sox game, I love marathon Monday! Sox win 1-12, I think my boys are back. After the game I fired up the BBQ and made some yummy BBQ turkey sausage and grilled pineapple. Oh, and half a Sam Light :)

After that I took a ride up to the mall after realizing that all my shorts are for skinny me, unfortunately the mall I went to sucks and I couldn't find any I love...I think I will have to take a trip to the limited.

As I was leaving the mall my phone flashed so random numbers...Doc was calling! So we chatted for a few minutes which was nice. I can't wait to have a conversation with him that isn't in code. When I got home I was ready to skip the dog park and just head to the people park and read a book in the sun. I know, I am a bad mommy but we went yesterday and he crapped out after like 30 minutes. So I gathered my things and locked the door to leave and I could hear him crying thought the door. Obviously I changed my plans and took him to HIS park.

He played for about 90 minutes and I had a nice conversation with a woman there, I will have to get her name next time. It was a great day there, about 75 degrees, not a cloud in the sky and amazing! I got some sun and it was so nice.

We got home from the park in time to seem them drop the puck for the Bruins game, they won and have gone up 3 games to 0 on Montreal. Doc has be recording the games for him :).

Currently I am enjoying my raspberry margarita while I watch the end of the Celtics play off games against the Bulls. No Kevin Garnet = no guarantees. Tied up with 12.3 seconds to go, yikes!

Update: Celtics win!! Great day!

In a few I am going to fire that grill back up and make some pork chops! Yum, does the rain really have to return this week????

i know something you don't know

I know when my husband may be home! Everything with the army is "may be" so that part doesn't bother me anymore. But yea I am sooooo excited. It wont be as early as I hoped (I guess I should hold off on buying that gallon of milk) but he will be here in plenty of time to see that Sox in Seattle with me.

I think I did my best not to show him that I was crying a little bit...ahhhhhhh! Even when you know that it's coming soon it just gets real when you have a date (or 2) to shoot for!

I realized today that he has been gone for kind of a long time...it's just flow by. I have my hair appointment on the 29th, the only time my girl could get me in was noon so I am obviously taking a long lunch (and my boss is cool with it - she colors her hair too so she totally gets it). But honestly I could show up in sweats and I would still look better than what he's been seeing...this is what he sees on the webcam every night.
Not too cute. Hmmmmmm I wonder what I am going to wear.

is it over yet?

As much as I like to think that I am a seasoned deployment wife (this is his second one after all) I kind of hate it! I am not going to lie, this has gone so fast and it has been really super easy but come on...let's end it already. If he gets on the early bird I could buy a gallon of milk that he would be able to drink (OK I would have to grab it from the back of the bottom self of the cooler but it's something).

Is it May yet???

Oh and next week I will finally bring you "A Day In The Life - Deployment Style"

mortgage with a side of MSG

So I finally decided to sit on hold with USAA to get the skinny on my mortgage application...99 minutes later (really 99...thank God for my blue tooth) I learned that I, once again, don't matter. We have our pre approval and for the Ft. Campbell area it will work but it is less than I was hoping. And here is the problem...

When we bought my car we could not use my credit because I was on unemployment - fine. When we bought Doc's car we could not use my credit or income because I was a temp with less than 6 months on assignment, not as fine. Now to buy a home we can't use my income or credit because I do not have a job lined up in TN (obviously, we don't even have orders yet!).

I can kind of understand these things but when you add them all together it really sucks. Doc now has both car loans under his name on his E4 pay rate his debt to income ration is all off whack. It is what it is but it doesn't make me like it.

I am forgetting about the important thing, we were pre approved! There was a time in my life when I got myself in all sorts of trouble with credit cards that I never thought I would see this day.

And in news from the..well the over there Doc is still waiting to hear the word from above (read Master Sgt) everything looks good but he's hearing that MSG had other plans for him. I hope it doesn't interfere with our plans but it's pretty damn cool that he even knows who my husband is out of all the other guys Doc works with! I am not kidding when I tell you that my husband is a friggen rock star at his job!

Perhaps a lotto ticket this weekend will solve all my problems.

i better start drinking

A friend of mine took today off work to hang out with her husband but at the last minute he was sent to a school for the next 5 weeks (pretty normal in our lives) so we decided to spend the day together. I knew that she really wanted to go to the Chateau St. Michelle winery so that is where we went, honestly any reason to pick up some Muscat.

Our tour guide was pretty crappy this time, he didn't even talk about the barrels and how they flavor the wines so boooo to him but since it is a Monday the production line was running and they were bottling Riesling so the who place smelled like what I assume heaven smells like. After the tour/tasting we found out that the Muscat Cannelli was on sale, 4 for the price of 3 so naturally I bought 4. Then my friend gave me a bottle for driving, so now I have 5 as well as a bottle of Gewürztraminer. 6 bottles of wine, all just for me, obviously I was not thinking that in a few weeks I am going stop drinking while we try for a baby...ugh. It's not that I can't drink 6 bottles of wine in a 2 weeks (I am done drinking May 1st so I am good and ready when Doc gets home) but it just seems like a lot! I have never been one to back down from a challenge haha.

In other news, yesterday was great. It is so nice to be with women in the same situation as you. We had a great dinner and soooo many desserts, and lots of wine! There were some things that I think I am going to need to blog about, just to get it out but not tonight. I am having a hard time hating the sin and not the sinner. Overall it was a good day.

Easter was the final milestone of this rotation so now I just coast until Doc comes home.

Easter

He has risen, hallelujah! Days like today I miss my old parish, I miss the family feel, the kneeling and standing and kneeling and believe it or not - the hymns! Doc and I have very deep relationships with God but we both have it in our own way. This is one of the things that is coming in the way of us finding a church. I was baptized and raised Episcopalian he was baptized into a four square borne again church as a teenage and later when to Bible College in CA. While in college he was part of a Lutheran church.

My church has been in the middle of major controversy with my home church smack dab in the middle. I am not really going to get into it but one thing I loved about my church was it's open doors to everyone: man, woman, married, single, gay, straight, black, what, young, old...and there are some who are are trying to change that. This is one of the reasons I have yet to find a church, I can't even walk into the church I grew up in and know what to expect. When we move I may have to get my mom's help on this one.

I have a hard time with Easter...reminds me of when my dad was in the coma, we pretended that everything was fine and D and I made dinner while my stepmother was at the hospital. I can't wait to have kids so we can create new family memories.

I miss Doc a lot today, I am excited to go and have lunch with some of the unit wives but it makes me sad that our Easter Baskets are still in the closet. I hope he had a good Easter - was able tog to Chapel if that is what he felt called to do. I haven't heard from him since Friday, I am really hoping for a phone call today.

Some pictures

I feel like I've been stuck in a rut, Doc and I are in a standstill waiting to know what is going to happen with him. Then there was the whole work drama which I know doesn't sound like a big deal but it's just the final straw with that place. We had a meeting yesterday where we were reassured that the layoffs are done. Then the owner went on for 45 minutes about how we now need to be more efficient (ironic).

Anyway, here are a few fun pictures from the past few weeks:

If you click on this one and take a good look you will see this is the site of the new Sonic! I need to do another drive by to see if they have a grand opening date yet...


It was the owners' daughter's birthday last week and her sister, in a move to once again show her dominance, sent a balloon animal maker. I got an octopus but it really only have six legs so I got jipped. Does it look like I am underwater here?

We had some great weather so I decided to dust off the grill. I am still finishing off my holiday pack of Sam Adams and I am down to the Cranberry crap...still better than the Alaska Amber that Doc has waiting in the fridge.

And finally, I moved my elliptical into my living room for now, I really need to buckle down about my workouts before Doc gets home next month and what better way to do that than while watching the Sox? I have to record the games and we don't have a DVR in the room I usually work out in so I am living ghetto fab right now! We have the Extra Innings package and comcast sucks because they don't offer any of the games in HD...I think we should get a discount!.

Anyway, that is what I have been up to. I hope to get out of this funk soon.

RIP Nick Adenhart

Today is a sad day in baseball as a promising young pitcher and 2 of his friends have been killed by a drunk driver in CA. You can read the full story here. I am a Red Sox fan but above that I am a baseball fan and this loss touches all of us.


At 22 years old he was living his dream and in an instant he, Henry Pearson and Courtney Stewart were all killed. A third passenger, Jon Wilhite is in critical condition but expected to make it.

I would like to make it clear that I do not think that this loss is any greater than the loss of a nonpublic figure. It seems like every week we hear about some celebrity getting a DUI and it's all a big joke - how many minutes will she spend in jail - this is not a joke.

Please remember that driving drunk is a serious offense. You are never too old to crash on a couch (like I did last weekend) or too cool to call a cab.

Each breath is a gift, don't take it for granted or worse, rob someone of it.

I am off of my soap box and will return to my usual awesomeness tomorrow, as for now I am praying for all the lives affected by this tragedy.

ugh...I hate drugs

So how long have I been trying to come off my celexa? It has to be at least 2 months and it's still hell. I really don't have much tonight...the Sox finally started the season and it was a great game, now it feels like spring.

Other than that I am sending lots of prayers to TN where Cheryl's sister is having her baby. After an induction this morning and all day of nothing they just decided to do a c-section due to low blood pressure. I am pretty sure that she really did not want a c-section but right now it's about making sure mom and baby are healthy. So if you going send some prayers and positive thoughts down her way. (Cheryl, I hope you don't mind me posting!!)

not today

So I got up this morning armed with my camera ready to record my every move in anticipation of my "day in that life - deployment edition" but once I arrived at work it all changed. I was at my desk minding my own business when my phone died. I went down to the front desk to see if anyone else had that problem and I was told, "no the phone guy is here and turned your phone off so he could move you."

What?!

Apparently one of the owners of this wonderful company decided that I should be moved downstairs and her reason was that she didn't think it was fair to me that I was up there all alone. Yea it really sucked to not have to listen to people bitch and moan, make inane small talk and kiss up to people I know they can't stand. It really sucked to be able to see Mt Rainier from my desk. It sucked to be able to speak with customer without wondering who's listening as I read back credit card numbers. I don't know the real reason they moved me but it sure wasn't because she felt bad. It's not even just that I've been moved it that I had to find out from Joe Shmoe the phone guy. They decided this Friday afternoon so sometime after making this decision and before calling the phone people would it have killed them to let me know?

I don't know if you can tell but I am a little pissed.

So between that, the Sox getting rained out in Boston it wasn't a great morning. I have high hopes for the afternoon even though it started with me driving half way back to work before I realized that I still had my flip flops on (I went home at lunch time to take Moses out and wore my flip flops to do so). Ugh! After work I am taking Moses to the dog park which will be nice, I want to enjoy the 70 degree weather while we have it...we may not see 70 again until August! (That is a bit of an exaggeration but it will seem like that long).

39 days until the Sox come to Seattle.

the ball is rolling

So Doc talked to his boss about leaving and his boss was really cool about it. So that was a relief. Now Doc will have to start the paperwork this week and go from there. I am so excited...we have been looking at houses there and holy hell...so f'ing cheap! I told my mom today and she is over the moon. She knows that it's not for sure yet but she's excited too.

So I will keep you posted as things develop...but if this does happen he may not have to go to that 3-4 month training class. (OK Amber, don't get too ahead of yourself...)

Tomorrow I am going to do another day in the life photo shoot so you should be excited, my life is very exciting.

24.5 hours

Baseball's opening day!! The Sox don't play until Monday but that's OK, I am just so excited to see actual baseball games again. Oh I need to set up my fantasy team...is it wrong to get an iPhone just for fantasy baseball? It is something to think about.

Extra Innings has been ordered I just need to warn my facebook friends that I will delete anyone who gives away the score since I have to record the games and watch them on a delay (stupid pacific time). Anyway...spring is here!!

Oh and the sun IS out, the windows are open, and Moses is pooped from the dog park. Life is good.

new

I'm not sure if I'm feeling it...thoughts?

my blog titles only pertain to a small part of each blog...

I have no reason to be so blah today but I am. In an effort to make myself smile I hit the mall on my lunch break because the Limited always has something that I need to have and today was no exception. However in my dash to get out of the office I forgot my trick for shopping at the Limited - online coupons!! I get back and found a $20 off any dress coupon so now instead of wearing my new dress tomorrow I have to bring it back to the store and re-buy it (hey, $20 is $20!).

I swear by printable coupons, the Limited, NY & CO. The Gap, Bed Bath & Beyond...if I am going to any of these places I always check with my boyfriend Google to be sure I am not missing out of a fabulous savings.

I was only bummed for a moment because this made me smile really big:
Actually it made me say out loud "holy shit, no way!" The 60's...sun!!! Holy crap! I do have to work on Monday (we have Good Friday off so I am still sticking to my awesome 4 day week - blah) but it will still be nice when I get off work, Moses is going to get sick of the dog park and walking the river. Thank god, that weather will make next week fly by.

Doc comes home next month. We decided last night that we are going to to what we can to get to Ft. Campbell. He's really nervous to talk to his higher up because he would be leaving his current "family" but he is going to blame it all on me, no need for him to burn any bridges.

Say Cheese

My dog knows that he is not to come into the kitchen unless something falls and I call him to eat it. We have a galley kitchen so it's really easy for him to know his limits, once his paws hit linoleum he's in trouble. This does not keep him from standing outside the kitchen and begging. He can hear a Kraft single slice of cheese opening from a dead sleep and then this is what happens:

Moses runs to the kitchen and pretends he's a good dog and sits patiently for some delicious cheese. (no I didn't poke him in the eye, he's just winking) Princess comes running too, she does not like cheese but she likes treats and if I am going to give cheese to Moses it's only fair that I give her a treat as well (seriously, she yells at me if I don't). How cute are they? I have great kids.

In other news, I would like to know why a search for "acronym for a fat army wife" would ever lead someone to my blog...it's good to know they the searcher did not stick around but still. And furthermore, who googles that, did my googling friend think the army had such an acronym? He should try YADB which means, You're A Douche Bag.