Sunday, November 30, 2008

and this is why...

I don't mind taking dash-1 into the women's bathroom with me. Flyboy took him into the bathroom at S@m's Club (quite possibly my favorite store) and he grabbed a urinal cake.


with his hand. He thought it was a bar of soap. So he had the best of intentions.

Though in an attempt to find the positive in things I suppose I should be grateful that he didn't touch it with some other body part, say his tongue or something. But still, how disgusting.

Flyboy tried to stifle my reaction by telling me after he dropped the first statement, "hey your brainchild over there was holding a urinal cake," that he disinfected him to his best ability. Let me tell you there would not have been soap left in the bathroom had I "disinfected" him.

And he did tell me that it would be great fodder for the blog.

Oh and apparently it was a fresh cake and he was only grabbing the plastic part. As if that makes digging around in a urinal better.

Clearly my son is spending too much time in the ladies room.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Strange things...

I don't have much to say. So I just thought I would share a strange sighting I had today.

For some reason we have a lot of, ummm, well let's call them "adult" stores up here. You know the ones with the crazy neon signs and no attempt to be discreet? Yeah well for some reason we have quite a few, I'm not sure why but then again I don't really care to know that answer.

Anyways as I drove by, I saw someone my grandmothers age going in.


I mean hey, good on her for still being frisky. And who knows maybe she was getting a gift for someone at the nursing home or her grand kid or something.

But it was a little weird. And I just thought I would share. So know you all too can think about your grandparents going to an "adult" store.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

lollipops and movies

Today at lunch I asked Dash-1 what he was thankful for. I tried this last night and didn't get much of a response so I prefixed the question with a simple three year old explanation of what thankful means, things that make you feel happy.

His reply, "movies, lollipops, Dash-2 (he did of course use his real name), daddy and you. And stores and potties."

Alright, granted I did come behind movies and lollipops but I did come before stores and potties. Surely that means something!

I asked Dash-2, who has a limited vocabulary to say the least and his reply was even cuter. "woof woof, neigh, moo, duck duck, Ro-Ro (what he calls dash-1), dadda, and ou." (that would be me he was pointing at)

So it would appear that flyboy and I fall behind all the various animals around here but at least in his mind we come before lollipops. And the way that kid can down a dum dum thats saying something.

Flyboy and I were talking yesterday and he said something that is very true. Sometimes in life its easier for people to see the negative around them. Let's be honest, the negative sometimes stands out like big ole bold letters. The positive sometimes just blends into life and gets lost in the shuffle.

So here goes, here's some of the positives today.
-No line in the hospital lab when I went for my blood work. None, nada, nip. On average I wait 45 mins, none of that. And the boys were amazingly well behaved (of course the lack of waiting probably had a lot to do with that!)

- We had a lovely lunch at the PX today. Everyone stayed in their seats, ate their lunch, didn't shove any french fries up their nose. or ears.

- When I ordered my food I ordered a medium, however the young man behind the counter gave me a large cup and fries. I tried to correct him a couple time and he just smiled and said not to worry. This may seem like something very simple but let me explain, there is nothing like a good fountain coke except for a bigger fountain coke. As little as this might seem I couldn't help but feel like maybe I was catching a break. Or that I need a life! But anyways it put me in a good mood.

- Despite the day before thanksgiving, the commissary was fairly empty and no idiots were occupying the self checkout with more groceries then one should have there.

- Dash-2 is napping. Hallelujah on that one! And in an effort to make the most out of this quiet time I'm off to go get something, or maybe nothing, accomplished.

Enjoy your Thanksgiving folks. And find something, anything, to be thankful for.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

I jinxed myself

There will be no dash-3. Last night I miscarried and flyboy and I are just trying to come to peace with it and what that means for us.

I am lucky to have been blessed with two very adorable, healthy, lively (at time too lively!) little boys. I am incredibly lucky to have an amazing husband who took off of work to just sit with me and stroke my hair as I cried. I am so very blessed to have such a loving family.

But it still hurts. I'm still angry and upset and heartbroken.

It hadn't been a planned pregnancy but we were still excited. We looked at our boys and we knew how lucky we were to get to bring another life into this world. I'm sure some think I went public too soon, however I felt safe, I had to pregnancies under my belt and had told about those early.

But it obviously wasn't meant to be. At least not right now.

Who knows when we'll try again. Maybe it will happen in the next few months, maybe with his schedule it will be a year or so off. What this has done is shown me that as overwhelmed as I may feel from time to time that a third child felt right.

The best medicine seems to be just taking all the free hugs and kisses offered up around here. To snuggle with my little ones and realize just what a miracle and a blessing having children is. To find comfort in the arms of my husband and the smile of my kids.

And while I have finally found something that entitles me to lay around in bed and do nothing while he takes care of the kids for me. (side note, cause there must be humor in here. did you know there are non cartoons on tv during the middle of the day?!) I hope this never happens again, once was enough.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Hello to you

I came out of the blogging closet on Friday. Flyboy said something about starting a blog and well I let it out of the bag that I've been blogging for almost a year.

Yes thats right folks, my husband was unaware that I blog. Actually no one I know is aware that I blog.

I didn't know how this whole blogging thing would go when I started, I wanted a place where I could ramble, vent, moan, and figure things out, without anyone I knew reading them.

Even my husband.

You have to understand he's a very private guy. I remember meeting a guy at the Marine Corps ball who, when introduced to me, was shocked to hear that flyboy was married. Perhaps not so strange except we had been married for a while and this was someone that flyboy saw quite often around the squadron.

So I didn't know what his reaction would be to this online adventure. I wouldn't put anything on here about him that I wouldn't say to him, I wouldn't put stories or details that compromised him or embarrassed him. Just because I wanted to try something on my own doesn't mean that I don't respect my husband and my marriage.

But now he knows. Actually he's sitting in the glider with one of the dashes while I'm writing this. I love the times that the kids chose him over me! He was quite surprised when I told him and did run to the computer to check it out. I thought he might be upset and ask me to take it down but he is supportive. He even said he would do a guest post.

Which brings me to the point of this long winded ramble. In honor of my dear flyboy knowing about this I figured I'd see if you all had any questions for him. I'm sure you are all wondering how he manages day in to day out to be married to such an amazing and witty gal. Please ladies, come up with something, he said he would post now I want to hold him to it.

And dear, if your reading this at work, leave me a comment.

Friday, November 21, 2008

and then there were three

I'm posting this on the early side but well I've never been good at keeping things to myself.

The other week I did my q and a and was asked this question. I cut and pasted it below so we can all laugh at the irony.

Is there a Dash 3 in the future? Some days I say yes, Some days I say no. Flyboy consistently says yes and when I like to mess with his head and say no way he actually gets pretty upset. Just right now we know that we value our sanity just a bit too much to do that to anyone in the house! With his schedule we would prefer to wait another year or two, not that his schedule will slow down, in fact the opposite may happen, but at least the two dashes will be older and have slightly more common sense. I hope.

Yeah well, apparently we will not be waiting till the dashes have more common sense. Dash-3 will be closing in on us around the mid-July time frame. The other two were planned, very planned, this one is a surprise we found out about only a few days ago.

But a good surprise.

I am a tad overwhelmed at the thought of three kids and only one set of hands much of the time. I worry that I'm not doing a good enough job with the two I have a now a third is being added to the mix. I know that there will be lots of sleepless nights, lots of dirty diapers, spit up, tears and frustration a plenty. But there will also be the wonderful warmth and cuddles of a new baby, a whole new set of firsts, and hey maybe some pink.

I also know that sometimes the best we can do in life is rise to the occasion and receive each blessing with an open heart and mind.

And really, in case anyone out there is wondering, yes we do know where babies come from and how they come to be.

the bee dilema

I should have never bought the kids the Bee Movie. We seem to be having a bee problem in or around our house. We don't know where they are coming from but there seem to be a lot popping up around the house. Luckily no one has been stung yet but one was just crawling up my sleeve.

I went to crush said bee and Dash-1 started to freak. Naturally I thought it was because there was a bee. No, no, it was because I was going to kill said bee.

"Bee's are nice mommy," dash-1 told me.

Yeah right up till they sting you.

"They don't sting, they make honey. And if he does sting we can replace his stinger with a toothpick."

(You have to have seen the movie to get that last part, one of the bee's stings a "bad" guy and he needs a prosthetic stinger. Its one of those toothpicks that holds olives in a martini or a sandwich.)

I assured him I wasn't going to do reconstructive surgery on a bee that in fact I was going to flush him down the toilet.

I'm going to have to think twice about letting them watch Bug's Life....

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Military medicine rant

Yet again I'm forced to wonder why people want to turn medicine over to the government. Yes I get that ineptitude is better then nothing at all but really it is filled with some serious ineptitude.

However we do have a good prescription plan. Although what does it say when I would rather pay out of pocket co pays at Target then wait an hour behind WW1 retirees for free medicine. It says that free is not always better. That's what.

Anyways, what sparked this is that I had some blood work taken on Monday. Someone is (was) supposed to call me with my results, its absolutely nothing life threatening but still I would like to know for sure whats going on. I hadn't heard by Tuesday afternoon so I called them. It was crazy, fifteen minutes to figure out who had the results, who could give them to me, and who was my primary care. I would know who that was if he wasn't changed every three months. I have yet to ever meet a primary care Dr. of mine, I just see who they send me too.

So after all that I'm told the usual, no one can tell me anything. The doctor, or a nurse after a doctor has reviewed them, has to call. OK, now when exactly will that be? I'm told they have 72 hours to get back to you but last time with dash-2 it took five days. FIVE DAYS.

And is that 72 hours from when the labs were taken or from when I called? If its from when I called that's bs. I would have called as I was leaving the hospital.

Lord help us at the hands of Army medicine sometimes. I will say that they are under the stress of deployments right now, a wave of doctors just left. If that's the case, why wont they let dependents go off post? Especially those of us who aren't really stationed down there?

Do what they do for dentistry. Active duty goes to the army folks, all others find your own and deal with insurance.

A girl can dream right?

Oh and there is no chance they'll call today. The clinics are only open from 8-1300 on Thursday.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Wordless Weds. (at the last minute of course)

I didn't realize it was Weds when I posted my first post today. How does one forget the days of the week?

motherhood malaise

I am having one of those days where I feel like I am raising wild animals then adorable, smart, little boys.

Actually make that a couple of days.

Motherhood is tough. I would love kids who don't talk back, listen the first time, are always polite and pleasant in public, are helpful around the house, I'm not asking for much here. Until I remember that I'm the mama. Its up to me to teach them that. Regrettably at 3 1/2 and (almost) 2 they are not naturally that way. If they were then I would be out of a job.

What stinks is that I sometimes feel like I'm always the bad guy, I'm always the stick in the mud who instead of getting to praise and play is barking orders and seeming nit picky. And every once in a while I feel like I might just snap from frustration. As if when my kids act a little nasty its a reflection of me as a mom. Because lets be honest we've all seem those kids in public and thought, "wow what do the parents do all day cause that kid is out of control".

I like to think mine aren't like that very often. Perhaps as the mom its difficult to be objective, every small thing feels big to me. I'm a tad of a perfectionist sometimes, perhaps I'm caring that over. I just don't want to raise brats. The world has enough brats.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Are you paying attention?

I've been getting some emails lately about my blog. I wish they were from adoring fans (there has to be ONE out there right?) but alas they are from advertisers. I might be a bit honored if I wasn't well aware that they are just mass emails.

How do I know they are mass emails? Well I'm not certain but the fact that last week I got three from jewelry advertisers is my tip off. And I'm talking about fancy shmancy jewelry. Not the stuff that I would want to be wearing when I stick my hand in the toilet to pull out a matchbox airplane or my husband's toothbrush. Really you would have figured out to hide it by now given where its been.

I know that there are stylish, fashionable moms out there. I, however, am not one.

Nor will I morph into one anytime soon. Nor am I going to be spending even a couple hundred on jewelry for myself right now when there is karate, nursery school, clothes, medicine, and the other various childhood accoutrement's to pay for. Let alone college to save for.

I know advertisers are simply doing their job. I just find it funny the ones that are drawn to me. Really do you read any of what I write? I write about mommy guilt, poop, and kids shoving things up their noses (last week it was a propeller from an toy airplane).

Now if there is a company out there who is advertising something specially designed to pull things out of the toilet so I can stop using my husband's bbq tongs contact me. I'd be more then happy to help you out.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

I'm online dating

Or so it felt like. Today I had me a little date, my first blogger date. And since her husband and adorable baby girl was there it wasn't so much a date but it felt like it.

Especially when I gave her a call to figure out where to meet and I introduced myself by saying, "its so and so (I did use my real name) you know from online". I'm not going to lie, I was a bit nervous.

And why? I haven't a clue because folks let me tell you Ann from Under the Sea is hilarious! She is just so down to earth and funnnnny. And her little girl, the captain, (I am now honored to know her real name) is just precious. Though she was eyeing my fries. And bless her husband who sat there while we discussed labor and delivery at the table... while eating.

But really, its kinda weird meeting other bloggers.

You know about that person, you share their life and yours thru comments, stories, emails. You see their pictures, celebrate their happy moments, get a little tear at their sorrow. You know them. You just don't know them.

Or even know what they look like.

Thankfully my first real life bloggy date went well. If only we lived closer to each other at our actual duty stations. We could battle the mommy cliques together. We could take a mommy and me class and totally make the other moms jealous. But for now, I'll settle for and be grateful to get to follow their lives, especially this new chapter of parenthood thru their blog.

Friday, November 14, 2008


I saw that someone in the 1114th Signal Battalion was checking me out. (I occasionally check out my site meter, so you all might as well leave a comment. I know you were here. )

They were looking up DOD decals and this post of mine came up. Thus leading them to me.

I can't help thinking that this was not what they were looking for.

And they didn't leave a comment so I'm guessing it wasn't that helpful for them. Or they don't find me funny.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Forget something?

I over heard a woman today talking to her friend about how she forgot to put on her bra. (I was in walmart, anyone surprised?)

Curiosity got the better of me so I casually turned around to "get" something and sneak a peek.


My friends I have no idea how with her boobs she forgot to put on a bra. Hey I will admit, I have forgotten to brush my teeth or even put on deodorant (I've started keeping some in my car) but a bra. NEVA!

Thank goodness she remembered to put on her pants.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

i told you so

Pardon my language folks but this weekend we had a bit of a shit show around here. And for once, I am not talking about poop.

So Dash-2 gets congested and hacky, I will admit he was pretty congested. Around eleven as I was going to bed he woke up fussy. Actually scratch that, he was screaming inconsolably. Flyboy happens to be home and comes upstairs when he hears all the commotion.

He keeps asking me whats wrong and what should we do. He is PACING back and forth, wringing his hands.

Flyboy starts saying over and over that we should take the little dash down to the hospital to the ER. Now for those of you that aren't used to military medicine, we aren't talking about a regular ER, our ER is essentially a walk in clinic. Really I wouldn't take my kids to a regular er for an ear ache but alas, in the military some things are different.

But still. My little one didn't feel well but at this point it was midnight and we live 45 mins away from the base where the hospital is. And mind you both of us are tired, its snowing a bit, and we have to drive over some big windy mountains. And I grew up in a house where unless you were bleeding, passed out, or laying in the street, you were not going to the doctors. My mom raised us tough.

However, when flyboy gets something in his mind he goes with it. As he starts back in on going down the little dash starts hacking and then vomits. Of course this sends flyboy over the moon. I dont think he's seen him vomit before and you would have thought that he had grown a third arm or something.

In case you wondered what happened next let me just say that all of us ended up traipsing down to the hospital.

The place was dead. Hmm. Perhaps a bad way to describe a hospital. Dash-2 was still screaming when we got there but hell I was close to screaming too so who can blame him.

And what do you know.... the little one is all clear. I could tell that flyboy felt like a boob. This was the first time he had been "duped", you know, they are sick right until you get into the doctor's room. Then they miraculously heal.

The doctor, who's accent was so thick you could barely understand him, was quite lonely and chatty. Apparently he doesn't get much business at 2 am. He starts in on how we need a humidifier for the boys room (been there done that but perhaps I'll dust it off) and then he starts squinting at me.

"You have dry skin. I see from here. " Then he looks at flyboy and says, "Oh your skin is nice and dewy."

Ummm... really, at 2 am I put on a bra for this? Flyboy, by the way, looked like the cat that ate the canary. And with that the doctor goes back on the subject of my skin and how dry it looks.

Well thank you, thank you very much.

Don't get me wrong, I was relieved my little dash-2 was healthy, helluva cranky at 2 am but healthy. But I must admit I did have a feeling about that. Call it motherly instinct. Call it being thru this time and time again, obviously alone since my husband was running around freaking like a new daddy.

Everyone got home in one peice, made it over the mountain safe and sound and was in bed by 3:30am. And we were lucky.....the boys slept in. Till 8:30.

I promise...

I didn't forget Veterans day yesterday. Hardly. I thought a lot about it I'm just always running a day or two behind lately. I thought a lot about the men and women, past and present who deserve a great deal of thanks. The veterans near and dear to me, my grandfathers, one here, one not here, my father in law who missed the same parts of my husbands life that flyboy is now missing of his boys, and my husband, one of the few (very) good men.

Thanks to those for whom a "business trip" meant taking the beaches of Normandy and Iwo Jima, or the jungles of Vietnam, the mountains of Afghanistan and the sands of Iraq.

Thanks to those who because of their service miss so much at home. Thanks to those who have missed births, first steps, first words, first birthday, first snow days. Thanks to those who year after years miss anniversary and holiday dinners, for whom being home on a three day weekend is not a given.

Thanks to those who are away more then they are home, for whom work is not really work but a way of life that far too often can interrupt "real" life and really, becomes your life.

Thanks to those for whom this is more then a job.

Thanks to those for whom without we and much of the rest of the world would not be free.

Thanks to those who serve and while its Veterans day, thanks to those families who by standing in the wings offering love, support, and stability, also serve.

And thanks to those who have served and never came home. Who are remembered in photographs, videos, and the hearts and memories of those who love them.

Somehow thank you doesn't seem like enough.

Monday, November 10, 2008

and my answers are......

Sorry, long weekend before the hubs goes globe trotting for a bit so rather then hang out on the computer we have been scrubbing floors and collecting firewood. Damn our life is wild.

You guys asked really interesting questions! I hope you enjoy the answers, I enjoyed answering them!

From DAR : When you are exhausted from wrangling the boys all day and Flyboy is off saving the world, what do you make for dinner? What would you make if it was JUST YOU and no kids? Dinner when flyboy isnt around is usually very kid friendly. Nuggets, hot dogs, grilled cheese, chicken, that sort of stuff. But always with a side of fruit and veggies. I try for healthy but simple, because well, like you said, I'm exhausted. And I tend to eat just a frozen Smart One after I put them to bed. Usually they eat at their little table in the kitchen while I'm in there cleaning up, so I'm with them and we are still together, but I can get some things done while they are distracted with food, and then I eat in peace and quiet later.

How much longer at your current duty station? Where to next? Do you guys get a choice? Where would you LIKE to go? There are very few bases, with his airplane and his crew position that we can go to. In fact I believe I could count them all on one hand. So we could be here a while, aka 8 more years, or we could be out of here for warmer places come the spring. I'm on pins and needles and hopeful to move down south to NC. I'd love to be at a big base, for my kids to be around other Marine kids who live a similar lifestyle, to have more support, and to just be in more familiar surroundings.

Is there a Dash 3 in the future? Some days I say yes, Some days I say no. Flyboy consistently says yes and when I like to mess with his head and say no way he actually gets pretty upset. Just right now we know that we value our sanity just a bit too much to do that to anyone in the house! With his schedule we would prefer to wait another year or two, not that his schedule will slow down, in fact the opposite may happen, but at least the two dashes will be older and have slightly more common sense. I hope.

What is your least favorite thing about houseguests? The clutter they leave around.

Are you going to continue staying home when the boys go to school or will you need something else to fill your time once you are done poop-hunting? :) Ah the days when poop hunting is over. That day will come? We'll since we'd like another in a year or two its going to be a little while, but once they are in school all day, I'd like to go back to work in a school. I loved working in special ed and you cant beat a school schedule! The only drawback is that as long as my dear is owned by the corps, with his crazy schedule a lot falls on me, I want to be able to go on class trips, volunteer in school, drive them to sports practice, spy on them, I mean be involved. . But at the same time, I would love to be back in the working world. I have a feeling that I wont have any idea till I'm at that stage.

Lisa asked a toughie, You have one week and ten thousand dollars. You can't save it. What are you going to do? Ummm can I invest it? Thats not technically saving it (especially now days!). I'd first and foremost do something incredible for my parents, something really big and something they would love, like a cruise and then an all out trip to WDW with us and the boys. (trust me they would love it more if the boys were there) And of course, donate a nice chunk to worthwhile charities.

Amanda asked how about this...favorite day with kids? I didn't know if you meant a particular day so that's what I went with. I have one for each, for dash-1 it was our family trip to the Air and Space Museum, but not the one on the Mall, the one in Dulles where the shuttle is. When he saw the shuttle, it was amazing. I've seen him run around the house pretending to be an astronaut and we've watched the stuff on discover and the NASA channel (yeah did you know they have a channel?) but when he saw it in person I saw him inspired. I saw him dreaming of really going to the moon. And as a mom it was breathtaking. It was a great day, both the boys were with their daddy and all three were in their element. And taking dash-2 to the aquarium was fantastic. He's a little water bug, he loves the water, he loves fish, sharks, whales. He was glued to every tank, his eyes lit up with every flicker of a fish fin, with every hop of the frogs, with every flip of the dolphins. He was in heaven.

favorite day w/out kids? Hmm I have had very few of those in the past few years. I am drawing a total blank coming up with one. I think I need to get out more. In fact I know I need to get out more.

KJ asked a good few, Do you ever think about your boy's future wives? What kind of woman do you think Dash 1 and Dash 2 will marry? Ohhh that's a good one. I hope they aren't trampy bar flies, but I like to think that I will have raised them better. I hope they marry nice, down to earth women who like to wear shirts that cover their belly buttons and encourage their husbands to call their mother frequently! All in all I hope they marry women that make them happy, bring out the best in them, that encourage them in all they do, will be amazing moms, and like me enough to share my grand babies with me.

Why DID you have to throw away two of everything? I was afraid things would get lonely. Oh who are we kidding I still do it sometimes. Sometimes I'll go to throw a straw away and I see the whole box sitting on the counter and it breaks my heart (ok so that's a bit much but still) to think of that one lonely straw sitting in the trash all by its lonesome. Yes, there is other trash in there but not a straw. I think I need help or perhaps like I said, I need to get out more.

Do you guys ever think about trying for a girl? I don't see myself having girls. If it happens I'll be thrilled but I think I'm destined to have boys and live as the only gal in a house of manly men. God help me.

If you had to change Fly boy's job in the Marine Corps what would you change it to? Would you? There are days I would love to change it and he's had the opportunity, which would have been great career ops but to him its not the same. And as someone who loves him with all my heart, I could never ask him not to fly. Its part of him and I love all of him.

Sara asked How did you meet your husband? AP English. He was a senior and I was a junior. I moved to the other side of the room with a friend of mine and sure enough he was sitting right behind me. He was quite rude to me for the better part of three months but apparently he was just enthralled with me, in fact the first words out of his mouth to me were and I quote, "Shut the f*** up and turn around" Really folks love at first sight.

How did he propose?
It was a comedy of errors. He had ordered my ring and it got lost in shipping, meanwhile he's about to deploy to Kosovo in days, he was home on leave before hand and was trying like made to get the ring tracked down and sent to his parents before he had to leave. Somewhere in the mix I got tipped off, ok I over heard him talking on the phone and FREAKED! With joy! So we got back to his parents after dinner one night and the ring was on the front steps in a box, we both sprinted to it he beat me to it, just barely. I was quite excited that I think I was jumping up and down and then he said and again I quote, "Oh hell, do you want to marry me?" and just tossed the envelope at me. It sounds crappy but honestly it was perfect for us, very very us. And then two days later... he left and was back three weeks before we got married.
Where are you originally from? the charming state of Murland. I'm aware that the state is actually spelled Maryland but the delightful Baltimore accent (where I went to college) makes it sound like murland. I'm from way, way down at the bottom of Maryland where we consider ourselves southerners.

How many places have you lived with the military so far?
this is a short one. Just here. Its like the never ending duty station. Seriously where are our orders!?! But he has lived in TX, NC, FL and here.

Where would you LIKE to move next?
Really I'm cool with anywhere that it doesn't snow. A whole lot anyways. I'd love to move down to NC.

Do you sometimes wish you guys were civilians? It would be great to get to see him more and have actual stability in our lives but at the same time the military is what we know. And in its own weird way it offers a certain amount of stability so all in all... I like being military. One day we'll be civilians and we'll figure it out when we have too!

Becca wanted to know, Will you post a video of yourself and Dash singing the fungus song? Yeah I'll have to pass on that one! But if we ever meet up we'll regal you with it in the food court!

TSR asked about my favorite topic, food, what is your favorite meal
-to eat-to cook-your kids' fav-Flyboy's? My kids are in a chicken nugget phase, 24/7 if they could. And I am lucky when it comes to my husband, he will eat what ever is in front of him. Really he would eat shoe leather if I put it on a plate. A favorite around here is ground turkey and spinach lasagna. Yummmmo. But I really love to cook a big holiday meal. Even if its just us I go all out, big turkey, stuffing, rice, gravy, mashed potatoes, squash casserole, rolls, spinach, and everything from scratch.

oh and DAR I almost forgot, What was life like for you guys before kids? Life? Before kids? What!? All I remember is that we traveled a lot lighter, it was a lot quieter, the house was cleaner, and rarely did I roll over a lego in bed. But really... it wasn't nearly as nice.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

its a big one

The big 3-0-0. To be exact.

Thankfully, not pounds but rather post. DAR did this for her recent 200th post and I thought, hmmm thats a nifty idea. I wonder if people have any questions for me, I mean cripes I already talk about feeling like I occasional fail as a mom, my frustrations from time to time with my husbands other wife, the Marine Corps, and frequent tails of my children's poop.

What more is there to learn? For the longest time I had to throw two of everything away (I only stopped because my husband makes fun of me and I'm talking ridicule not snickering) and that my son and I like to sing "there is a fungus amungus named bungus. Named what? Bungus, a what? a FUNGUS! Named bungus!" Honestly it started when we started innocently rhyming and now its just an adorable little ditty.

But I'm sure there is someone out there with a question or are you all afraid to know anymore?

Ask away folks, ask away.....

Thursday, November 6, 2008

What comes after dinner?

You know the best part about having corn for dinner with little ones? Apparently its great for blog fodder.

I heard this today from dash-1 as he yelled from the bathroom, "Hey mom I just pooped some corn!"

me yelling back. "Oh, well, that's bound to happen."

pause from him. "Don't worry I didn't eat it."

another pause. "Will you wipe my butt now? And check out that corn."

Thanks, I'll pass.

I mean I'm the mom so I will gladly wipe butts, those of you without kids or who haven't gotten to the potty training stage, this is the awkward in between stage. They can poop and pee on their own but the butt wiping often leads to more mess then anything else. So I'm still on the hook for that.

But I prefer not to check out poop. Especially after I got to stalk around collecting poop (read those adventures here) for the better part of two weeks. Thanks son, I'll take your word on it.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008


We boated yesterday. Actually we voted but dash-1 cant really pronounce v so it sounded like boating. At one point on the phone my mother asked why he kept talking about going boating.

I think he was disappointed when we got to the polling place and it was filled with voting machines from the 50's and old people. Really the average age of the poll workers was 96. But good on them for giving of their time.

Although when my husband went into vote I don't think we really needed to hear "Oh I betcha I know who he's voting for!" While I have no problem broadcasting my vote my dear flyboy is much more skittish about drawing attention to himself. And by the by he was in civvies its just the darn haircut that gives him away.

As Sarge Charlie wisely pointed out yesterday in a comment, the country survived Carter. And I have to believe that if we survived that peanut for brains ninny we can survive anything.

I'm just wishing yesterday had been boating instead of voting, but at least this dreadful campaigning is over and the country can start to get over it. If that's possible.

All right. No more politics for a bit. I'm going back to poop stories and mysterious animals.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Today is the day

Today is the day. Election Day.

I'd be lying if I said I wasnt a ball of nerves. The plan is to watch the coverage tonight, I'm not sure if at some point I might have to turn the channel and watch something mindless on Bravo or something. Flyboy had a tendency to yell at the tv. Bravo might be needed to keep his blood pressure in normal ranges.

This is the first time that we are voting together. He's planning on coming home early and we are taking the kids up together to vote. For the last presidential election he was picking sand out of his teeth in the desert. This year he actually gets to pull the lever.

He is worried about taking a little dash in the voting booth with him. That they might vote for the wrong guy. I'm braver in this aspect, I say include the kids and show them just what voting is.

Because while it is a right, it is above all a privilege.

I've heard the voting lines are insane in many parts of the country today. How lucky we are. How lucky that long lines are our biggest complaint. Flyboy was in country for their elections. Now that he said is awe inspiring. People risking their lives, really risking life and limb to cast a vote.

I cant help but think of the people who wont be voting today. They wont be casting ballots because they risked their lives so that other people, in countries far away from ours can enjoy the same right and privilege. What more reason is there to exercise MY right and privilege.

It's a...


Wait wait wait wait. Is it a pretty buffalo or an ugly cow? Stop your both right!

By the way dont try that joke on the guy who raises beefalos. He probably wont find it funny. Oh who are we kidding, he didn't find it funny. Didn't even crack a smile.

So far that's the only hybrid animal we have around here. No half duck half sheep on the horizon anytime soon.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

What is it?

I wish I had photos of my little ones in their costumes. But sadly as of yet I do not. Dash-1 was an astronaut with a snazzy orange flight suit and Dash-2 was a dinosaur. Both costumes made by grandma not me. I have never pretended to have any sewing skills. I come up with the ideas she makes it happen. And she loves it.

Any who flyboy was responsible for getting the pictures while I got everything else together to leave for trick or treating. I asked in passing if he got any cute pictures and he laughed and said I would find the one of Dash-1 standing with his trick or treat bag over his head hilarious. Don't worry it was a cloth bag and why he found it funny I don't know.

so that's it.

That's the shot my husband got. This is why he cant be in charge of the Christmas photo.

I'm going to dress them up sometime this week and make them stand on the porch with the pumpkins.... who will know the difference.

I do have a picture for you all. We got a new animal around here and I'm curious to see if y'all can figure out what it is. Its a tough one. I should send something to the winner.... but what?

Anyone want a toddler?