Monday, June 30, 2008
I wanted to get something to mark the change in her life from military wife to military mom. I looked around for something online and I came across a website, Designs by Sandra Kay with a whole assortment of bracelets. One in particular caught my eye, it was a military mom bracelet. Perfect.
Even better is that she will personalize your bracelet for you, be it with a name, special colors, or another specific charm (within reason of course). Apparently West Point colors (which I got below) are pretty popular so she even has a bracelet for you West Pointers out there. I emailed her to see if it were possible to have a military wife charm added and she was happy to oblige (it added to the cost a few dollars but very worth it). All told with shipping and the extra charm it was only 35 dollars. Good God I love me a bargain.
I received the bracelet today and its fabulous. I've seen some beaded bracelets that end up looking hokey or tacky. The beads are too big or the coloring is off or something but not the case with this one. It's gorgeous. Even flyboy, who balked when I said I wanted to order a red, white, and blue ones for myself, said that it wasn't what he thought it would look like and he actually likes it. Bitter betty can attest that this is a major victory.
I cant say enough good things about Sandra and her business. She is an RN by trade but due to her health she is started something that she could run from home. She runs an great business, she responded promptly and oh so courteously to all my emails and was a joy to work with. When I spaced out and had it sent to my old address she sent it out again to me, at no extra cost, priority mail without so much as a fuss. Now days customer service being what it is, when I find a really great company I'm going to go back and I'm going to spread the word.
And now I know what to get my mother in law for Christmas this year. Not in West Point colors of course!
Friday, June 27, 2008
Its the first brownie Dash-1 has ever had and he's smitten. I practically had to put Dash-2 in the sink with the bowl and spatula because I couldn't break him free of them. Don't let the name keep you away. They are the best brownies I have ever had and I can only imagine how good they would be with some nuts or marshmallows in there.
And oh so simple to make, puree a can of black beans (do not drain prior) and then mix with a box of brownie mix, and just the mix, no need to add the oil or the egg. So they end up being healthier for you too and pack a TON of fiber.
For all you WW out there they were discussing these at a meeting I went too and they end up being 2 points for one brownie. Sadly thats not 2 points for the whole pan.... I ended up cutting up the brownies and wrapping them individually in saran wrap and tossed them in the freezer for the next chocolate craving.
They really are THAT good.
Or rather the cows just eat the grass and the boys explore, so long as the little ones don't make any funny moves at the calves the bull and the other cows don't have any problem with them.
Just so no one calls CPS I'm always with the kids and when I say big field I'm talking close to 100 acres and the kids are near the cows but hardly underfoot and the cows are very good with the kids, they even lick their faces. The cows to the kids, that is, never the other way around.
Dash-1 playing with a hole in the ground while the cows contently munch in the background. We do have toys for the kids but hey, they're content with holes in the ground.
Had you asked me back in the day if I thought I would be a marine wife or living on a farm with cows I would have laughed....
And you know people actually ask us why we don't live in housing? And miss out on all this!?
Thursday, June 26, 2008
And might I add that the WW ice cream cups are fantastic. Seriously since flyboy came home from a trip midweek and has downed quite a few.
But I'm driving home from my weigh in and for 15 minutes, turn by turn, I was stuck behind a Hostess Cupcake truck.
Then I stopped to get gas and what pulled up next to me? A Drakes Coffee Cake (remember those from Seinfeld) truck with a ten foot coffee cake on the side of it.
Pull out of the gas station and continue home eating my grapes only to pass the fried Twinkies sign.
Damn you world! Damn you!
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Yes folks you read that right. Deep fried Twinkies and Oreos. Deep fried.
I like me my fried foods but wow. Really? That just seems like a heart attack waiting to happen.
I wonder how many weight watchers points one of those suckers is.....
Monday, June 23, 2008
Dash-1 kept checking on the ground hogs out of his window, counted the number of birds on the telephone poll, watched an ant crawl across the window pane, went to the bathroom 5 times for no show pee, and requested a nighttime snack twice. By 9:30 I should have been torqued but for some reason it just didn't bother me.
I saw the humor in it. I found his excuses to get out of bed funny (just had to make sure flyboy turned the bath tub off correctly 2 1/2 hours prior), I saw the twinkle in his eye as he thought he might get one over on me and thought it was just amusing. Life is short, let the little one win one every now and again. So we checked the water. And then I strayed from my usual modus operandi.
We curled into the comfy chair (my beloved armchair glider) got a blanket and watched us some Top Chef in the dark. There we sat, slightly rocking, next to the open windows, getting a nice cool breeze, smelling the sweet farm smells of freshly bailed hay and had cuddle time. We looked at some stars, watched the clouds move across the moon and made icky faces at some of the weird concoctions they created on Top Chef (really who would eat some of that stuff).
This is in no way going to be an everyday thing. Bedtime is still sacred, very sacred in this house. But I also need to learn to slow down. Enjoy the moments that life puts before me instead of rushing to stay to some schedule. I find myself moving so quickly sometimes, trying to balance everything, to not crack under pressure and in doing so putting more pressure on my shoulders that inevitably I crack.
I am trying my best to Stop. Slow down. Enjoy the moments. Enjoy my children. And let them feel the love that I have for them.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
His plane just did a fly by over our house.
How cool is that? The boys get giddy watching daddy's airplane fly by and hell even I think its neat. Especially as the plane rolls a bit to "wave". Really I dare you civilians to top THAT one!
Friday, June 20, 2008
You cant quite see them from the house like you could in the other field, a barn is blocking our view. When they were first moved the boys were in a panic. Dash-2 who doesn't really talk yet just mooed with a pained expression while Dash-1, well, he freaked. It was one of those freak outs that you cant even reason with them. So we put on our shoes and headed out to see them with our own eyes. Lucky me (it was like 8 am), lucky cows, I did at least throw a bra on.
Walking back from the cows we had an interesting conversation.
Dash-1 "They didn't run away?"
me "We just saw them, no they didn't run away. They are cows where would they go. If they hang out here they get food, water, and love. And they get to poop where ever they like. Its a sweet life."
Dash-1 is thinking about this. "just like daddy" he said.
So according to a three year old daddy has it pretty sweet around here. But in case your wondering I don't let him poop where ever he wants.
ps. the great cookie swap post is down below. If you haven't added anything yet (ahem I know there are some of you who have yet to add, bitter betty not to name any names) just add it up this weekend. There are some tasty looking recipes!
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp baking soda
2 tsp ground cinnamon
1/2 tsp ground nutmeg
1/2 tsp ground cloves
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 cup butter
1 1/2 cups white sugar
1 cup canned pumpkin puree
1 tsp vanilla extract
2 cups confectioners' sugar
3 tbsp milk
1 tbsp melted butter
1 tsp vanilla extract
Preheat the oven to 350. Mix sugar and butter until creamy. Add pumpkin, vanilla, and egg if your going to use it. You know the drill, mix well.
Add in the dry indgredients. Again mix well.
Spoon onto cookie sheets and flatten slightly. (I must confess I don'tto flatten them, they may not be as pretty but my audience seems not to prefer that. That and their sticky and I end up making a bigger mess)
Bake for about 15-20 minutes. Let cook and then drizzle the icing over them if you so desire.
I tend not to put the glaze on it. Its oh so yummy with it but really do my kids really need all the extra sugar that and they are a mess with glaze on their fingers. When I'm sending them overseas the glaze is a nightmare, it makes packaging them up a huge mess so what I do is send a tub of store bought cream cheese or vanilla icing. I've gotten some letters back from guys I've sent these too and they travel really well.
I hope everyone has fun with this, I'm curious to see what everyone is making and read whatever story they have to go with it. I hope someone finds something new to try and ends up just loving it, or at least having a good time trying. If this works out maybe we can try it again, maybe even branch out and cover more foods. Link your post back below so we can all stop by and visit. Thanks! Happy baking!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
After college I worked in reasonably big city in a program that helped kids with development disabilities 0-3 years get the services necessary to boost them up to where they "could" be. I had a few mentally challenged kids, some kids who were just "late" walkers and talkers, more shaken baby syndromes then I could stomach, but ultimately 95 percent of our case load in the office was drug babies. And many had siblings in the program and no doubt would have future siblings in it as well. When I would do house visits to check on the kid and to make sure services were rolling along the parents would complain to me that their kids needed shoes or food. No child should be without those, every parent should be able to provide that for their child. My beef is that these people had BIG screen tv's, the dish, cartons of cigarettes, so on and so forth. Obviously the money was found for those things. I am jaded by this. I will admit to that. It was the same attitude that I saw while working at the summer program. The ambivalence, I'm not sure if that's the right word, was sickening, just sickening, several nice ass cars were parked at the curb and a hell of a lot of parents were sleeping till noon while my coworkers and I were sweating down wind of a dumpster and making minimum wage.
My point is that when I start to go on and on about people taking money from the state I have a little bit of a leg to stand on. For every one person who I saw who was using the money as it should be, who was using the money to help them while they bettered their situation, I saw 10 who were just sucking it all in and using it selfishly. It annoys me on so many levels. Not only are some people willing to screw their kids over for themselves, but they are sitting around milking the system while my tax dollars support them, and our government is too stupid to figure out a way to clamp it off. Why do we think we can figure out how to keep people out of our country and control our borders if we cant figure out how to make sure people who really need money are getting it and using it correctly?
What brought this long winded ramble up is that the other night flyboy said that someone at work was talking about how they were getting WIC, why people discuss their finances at work I don't know but whatever. Again WIC is there for a reason and many of us enlisted folk do qualify. Would I ever take it? If we really needed it I suppose but I'd cut out a lot of other expenses before I did so. I feel that that is my responsibility as a parent and a upstanding citizen. These people have two very nice cars (one is a ginormous truck the other a car) and a new Harley. I'm no mathematician but you shouldn't be getting any government aid if your ass can afford three vehicles and all new furniture when you moved into new housing a few months ago. I'm just saying. I dont want a kid to suffer and not get the stuff s/he needs but what I dont get is why people think that they can use a supplemental program without making some hard choices. You painted yourself in that corner. You made financial choices, good, bad, and ugly, now learn to live with them.
I'm so tired with people thinking that they are owed something. I am so tired of people not taking responsibility for themselves and their lives. Poor kids... they didn't ask for any of this.
I wish they had one for planes that dont fit on carriers. sigh. Maybe someday!
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Everyone has THEIR go to recipe. My best friend bitter betty has an oreo cupcake that makes grown men cry. I'd love to know more of what people make, maybe how you found it, when you make it, any special memories anything like that. Oh and maybe even a pic of what it looks like. Everyone loves a picture of the finished product. So I'm hoping that maybe you guys will give it a whirl. I'm still trying to figure out how to have peeps link up thru here, I gotta have someone explain the inner workings of something like that to me. Bitter betty if your reading this expect a call sometime today (and by the way your participation is mandatory).
Start thinking about your pick and hopefully we can get rolling in the next few days. Come on! Who's on board?
****Some answers and clarifications*** I realize as I re-read that I'm a tad confusing. To my defense this is still in the brain storm stages. I was hoping that people could do up a whole post on their blogs and then I'll get a linky thingy to put here so that we can all hop around to see what is cooking on peoples sites. And don't worry I know a weekend is coming up and its going to take a few days to get ingredients and what not together so I'm aiming for doing this sometime next week.
Any and all sweets allowed. Fudge, pies, cookies, cookie bars, cupcakes, any and all!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Since its been so hot lately the boys are sharing a room, they would have to anyways, and why not work to cool one room vice two. Dash-2 is napping the worlds longest nap, I forgot to get shorts before I put him down so Dash-1 wanted to go on the porch with my mom who is in town for a few days. Whats a mom to do? Sneak in and wake up a sleeping child who is oh so tired from all this heat? No. Let a boy be a boy and run around in elmo underpants. Its not like anyone can see him... anyone but the cows that is.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Running out of the house to do errands I notice there is "stuff" all over my shirt. It could be some ground in cheese, maybe some wiped off pancake, who knows. I run to quickly toss on another shirt. This will come back to haunt me.
I wanted to be a nice wifey so I went by the base to dropped off a nice cold lunch for flyboy. The plan was to drop it in his car and go. What actually happened was that when I turned off my car to use his spare key on my keyring to get into his car I somehow locked the steering thingy and the car turny on thing. So instead of a cool calm cutesy message, after messing with it for five minutes with both boys sweating in the 98 degree heat (it was only 11am) in their car seats I call him panicking. "I can not get my car started, the key thingy wont turn, the steering wheel wont move, its hot, COME FIX IT!". It took him one turn. I must have loosened it for him. Luckily he found it amusing not frustrating. To my defense had it been cooler I would have sat out there for an hour messing with it.
Now lets move on. Quick trip to target turns into a 45 minute tour of the store because little pokey dash-2 wanted to walk. He was listening well and walking so nicely so no biggie, I mean he moves v. e. r. y. slow when there is so much to look at but oh well. Cut to the bathroom. Dash-1 of course needs to go. As I'm helping him wash his hands I glance in the mirror. Holy crap. In my hurry to get out of the house I just tossed on a clean white tee shirt because my black tank top was icky. No biggie... ummm... yeah.... you ladies will understand when I say I was not wearing a bra that should have been worn under a white tee. Oh the shame.
Smooth move exlax... smooth move.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
But I go on from time to time to see if there is anything fun to do with the kids or what not. Well I clicked a thread that had something to do with making the world better for our kids. I was curious. Ick. I shouldn't have clicked it. I was about how great it was that Obama was getting the democratic nod and how great it was that history was being made with a woman and a minority had run, how if Clinton was to be his VP and they got elected how the country would be changing for the better for our kids. Umm yeah.
Now there is a lot there that irritates me. First you could make some argument that this is the first time that a minority has received the nomination of a major party, but African Americans have run for President before. I mean Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson have only run like 10 times each it seems! And lets not forget that Geraldine Ferraro was on the ticket to be Walter Mondale's VP. And didn't Elizabeth Dole have a rather respectable showing in the Republican Primaries not too long ago?
I get the point that the way is being paved for a more diverse field then just a couple of old white guys and I think that its a shame that more diverse candidates aren't out there. But what kept bothering me and believe me, I read the last line over and over probably 20 times, is how if they got elected the world would be a better place. Hey everyone thinks their candidate is the better guy, just like you think your kid is cuter, but it seems like me, and what bothers me is that people think they're the ticket because of their race and gender. In my mind voting for him so that you can say you voted for the first black president is as bad as NOT voting for someone because of their race or gender.
It should be about who is the most qualified. Black, white, blue, green, man, woman, alien (no illegals please). Who has the experience, the knowledge, the courage of character to lead this nation where it needs to go. We have problems, oh do we have problems, big problems and people should be seriously looking at the candidates. Not just on their outward appearances. Its things like this that scare me about the future of our country.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Hence why he thought I might have been sabotaging his compost pile. When he first started it I kinda rolled my eyes... a bit... and figured he could just go with it and soon enough he would get bored and move on. Well now its progressed to where I put all our food scraps aside during the day. I hate to say it we are saving money on the amount of garbage we throw away (we have to pay per bag). But I do find it humorous that his compost pile is the neighborhood diner for the animals.
And I refused to throw cow poop on the pile the other day. That's his job and guess um what. When he's out of town its just not getting thrown on!
Friday, June 6, 2008
The boys who are upstairs having quiet time after waking at oh dark thirty because of a nasty thunderstorm were damn near giddy when they noticed it this afternoon. I'm just curious how many of you have had this conversation.
Dash-1 shrieking with joy "Their here to play with me!"
me "who? no ones coming I'm not even wearing a bra yet!" (to my defense the alarm guy is coming this afternoon so I was panicky he was here early)
Dash-1 "The cows are coming to play!"
Cant forget the much louder then normal MOO since the darn thing was in the front yard. Dash-2 is even in on the action standing at the screen door moooing right back. (He's got all his animal sounds down, gee I wonder why.)
me "Holy shit the cows are in our front yard. And its about to poop!"
Dash-1 clapping his hands giddy with excitement "Ooooh cow poop!"
Yes I cursed in the presence of my children. It slipped out but I think anyone would have done the same. The cows have come and go a bit during the day. Now they have moved on to the back of the house. I'm making sure they don't get to the road and I put a call in to our landlord but really.... some days I feel like I'm living in a zoo.
Oh and remember the mysterious animal eating our house? Yeah well we still don't know what it is, but its leaving the house alone and moved on to flyboy's make shift compost pile. I find it rather humorous, every night he dumps the food scraps from the day on his pile and stirs it up but whatever it is is still getting them. He actually accused me of trying to thwart his compost attempts. I'm just enjoying all this a bit too much I suppose. heeheeheee so sue me.
Yesterday we went on a hunt to find the cat. (I'm sorry cat, really its out of excitement that they squeal so loud, they don't want to hurt you, just love you)
Yesterday we laid on a blanket in the grass to see what the clouds looked like.
Yesterday we blew bubbles and then chased them as far as they could before they floated away.
Yesterday I heard "Mommy your beautiful", "Mommy I love you to the moon" and "Mommy your my best friend forever". Far more validation then I ever received in any job evaluation.
Yesterday I watched my children just be and was able to see a little bit of the world thru them.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
I'm feeling very out of my routine lately. In a good way but out of the routine none the less. Flyboy has been home for almost five weeks now. Five long, long weeks. Three weeks of that was leave he had to use up and the rest is just a quiet month without much flying at work. I think this is the longest chunk of time we have been together since we've been married. Its been nice, flyboy said that he is relieved that we apparently can live together so he's not so worried about when he retires, he's so romantic. But honestly I was kinda wondering the same thing. Its so odd to live so much of your married life apart, the constant comings and goings, you do start to wonder what it will be like when this chapter ends. But we are both relieved that we will at least make it five weeks before someone kills the other.
I'm also noticing that my blog is so blah. Not the writing, well lately but the layout. I think it needs a lift. Kinda like a nursing mom needs a boob job. Anyone know of anyone who does blog designs? I emailed one person and I'm hoping to hear back but if figure back up cant hurt. At least a bloggy lift is cheaper then a boob job. Not that I've priced those out or anything.....
Well this post is making me think I need to start keeping some paper or something next to my bed so I can write down these grand ideas I get during the night.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
I was going to post about how crazy it is that New York state will throw the book at you for shooting someone who comes into your house to rob or harm you (note to self retire in a Castle Doctrine state) but eh. Then I was going to write about my children being my children but eh again. I could write about the Marine Corps yanking flyboy around on a choke chain but really that story just pisses me off. I'm feeling a little bummed about a friendship thing right now, I was going to write about that but I don't quite know how to get it out.
So this seems like this is it for now.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Someone broke into our house.
My safe place no longer feels as safe as it did. My space, my space has been compromised by some punk kid looking for whatever he could take quickly and hide in his pockets.
Long story short, flyboy put the air conditioner in the window (I know window units, ugh) the day prior. He had yet to screw them in, he was going to get to that this weekend, you had to do a fair amount of prying for it to come loose and we live in a very safe area. One of the reasons we love it here is because its the type of place where you can leave all your windows open and your front door unlocked while your out. Or so we thought.
Anyways we noticed yesterday that the ac was messed up in the window, it just didn't look right. We also noticed a bizarre trail of change throughout the house. People with small kids (especially those who eat everything) can be zealots about change, we are no exception. Well the giant beer stein were flyboy dumps his when he gets home was empty, he thought I had done soemthing with it, I assumed he had.
When we noticed the ac we realized that something was amiss. We thought two things, either someone slipped in and just took some crap or someone slipped in to see if they could and what we had. Neither one left me particularly comfortable. I ran up to check my jewelry box and the little bastard had left almost everything in there thanks to my laziness and just jamming stuff in the bottom drawer I guess he couldnt get it unstuck quick enough. But he did get away with two older pieces that flyboys mother had given me from his grandmother. Nothing fancy or particularly pricey but family stuff none the less that I planned on getting cleaned up for a future daughter or something.
I am pissed because my little fortress of solitude no longer feels as safe as it did. Some creep came into my house and went thru my things. He walked around and saw pictures of a happy family and still decided to take whatever he wanted. And even had the nerve to help himself to a beverage from our fridge.
My mother insists we need an alarm. I'm thinking more along the lines of a Beretta Carbine. We are looking into carbines and our lovely landlords are having an alarm company come out sometime this week. Best of both worlds I suppose. They said to discuss with the guy what we wanted and he would outfit the house with whatever we needed. And while the cops said you cant shoot someone just for entering your house, my landlord said shoot when they hit the driveway.