Sunday, April 24, 2011

We've been here too long

No really, this December will be nine years of marriage and we've been here the whole damn time. 

Told you its been a long damn time.

All three boys were born here, as far as life goes, this is all they know.  And from time to time that terrifies me.

I'll drop the mystery for a minute of where we are.... are you dying of curiosity?  Its.... NY. 

Yeah yeah yeah, I know what your saying, "Oh I didn't know there were Marines in NY."  Yes. Yes there are.  I hear that all the time.  There are Marines everywhere.  But there aren't a hell of a whole lot of them up here so it can get that isolated Siberian feel up here.

If there were a lot of velour track suits in Siberia that is.

I know that's a stereotype but this state does seem to be the capital of velour track suit wearing people. 

But anyways, I drift, velour track suits seem to do that to me, we've been here way to long.  Short of the fact its been almost nine years wanna know how else I know?

-When talking about Father's Day gift ideas {which since he'll be just getting back from a boys week in Ireland is probably going to be zip, zero, zilch} dash-1 suggested maybe a big, gold necklace.  Try as I might I can not for the life of me think of my dear flyboy wearing a big ol gold chain.

-Dash-2 and I now say Hot Dawg rather than hot dog.

-Dash-2 thinks {and is correct in this thought} that NY style pizza is the only type of pizza out there.  All others are cheap imitations and not worth his time or taste buds. 

I'll admit, I'm amazed and a little proud that my little 4 year old can navigate a giant piece of NY pizza without missing a beat.

-The other day I pull all my hair in a ponytail. My bangs were a bit poofed back, not quite all Snookie but there was a bit of a bump going on, here's the problem, I liked it. A lot.

Fear not though, I haven't taken up the fake tanning so I'm not Snookie umpa-lumpa orange. I'm just rockin the bump.

-While visiting the south last month, I was frustrated NUMEROUS times with the slow pace down there. HURRY THE HECK UP! Sweet Jesus, people have things to do, and well, even if I don't I certainly don't care to stand around and watch you dwaddle while you try to get your crap done. 

See? I've turned into that obnoxious impatient NY'er.  I scare myself.

We need orders.  ASAP. 

Too bad they probably aren't coming anytime soon. 

Until then I'm just gonna be chilling with my hair bump eating some greasy pizza enjoying life.  In a velour track suit.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Big pimpin'

My son just asked me what pimpin' was.

{He missed out on seeing a pimp in real life, like I did a few weeks ago at the local target. I'll have to elaborate on that one later for you all.}

This is also the point where one of you out there does some online searching for a Mother of the Year contest because SURELY I'd kick some ass in that.

I should probably watch my mouth some.

In case you were wondering what in the hell {see there I go again} I could have possibly said that brought up the word pimp he asked what I was doing and I said I was pimpin' out grandma.  

I'll give you a minute to get that picture out of your head. 

But its not like you might be thinking, which if you are thinking that you should be horribly ashamed of yourself.  I was uploading new things to our etsy store and tweeting about all the beee-u-tiful things that Ma has whipped up.  When he asked what I was doing I said I was pimpin' grandma.  

Wow.  That was a long explanation for a word. But you know me, I'm nothing if not wordy.  And mildly inappropriate at every turn. 

If you want to check out what's new over at the etsy store, check it out, and if you're looking for a mother's day gift for your terribly hard to buy for mother in law {we all have one} might I suggest one of these very meaningful stars?

See pimpin' out grandma.  But her stuff is so nice it's worth it.

And I think its funny to say.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Mish mosh of random stuff

I've been MIA for a while, my apologies, damn life for getting in the way.

And I'm out of the habit I'm not sure how to get back into it.  I'm at the point now where I don't know how to get back on the blog wagon, I am clueless what to post. {I'm open to suggestions, please}

So I figured I'd catch you all up on what-s-a-going on round here.

- At the end of March we traveled down to Savannah for my brother's wedding.  It was a ton o'fun.  Even taking into account the 20 some hours in the car one way with three small kids.  Flyboy was able to come with us, and as many of you know with the military thats a big stinkin deal.  It seems like I'm always at family things solo and it was delightful to get to go car trippin WITH flyboy.  And I know he LOVED it.

All 300 bathroom stops.

We stopped in Gettysburg, the USS North Carolina, Tybee Island and Ft. Puaski, we did the sights of Savannah, and all that fun stuff. And we enjoyed some nice weather, the day we were sitting on the beach it was snowing at home, always a win.

Flyboy is now on a kick to get an RV.  Where he thinks the money is coming from I don't know and why he would want to voluntarily put himself in a metal tube with all three kids for days on end I am also unclear on.

- Another tee ball season has started.  Yah!  {That's sarcasm}

On one hand Dash-1 can't seem to figure out the proper order of bases, or that he shouldn't be fielding the ball when he's on the bases as a runner, but on the other hand, he isn't tackling anyone for the ball when they field it first.  Progress in my book.

- Dash-2 is still trying to get me to smell his fingers.  I'm not sure why but I don't want to smell them.

-Dash-1 got his report card in school and is doing exceptionally well.  He has also gotten married.  She seems lovely.  I was not invited to the wedding as it took place in the hallway returning from library.

I'm very confused by all this, he's 6.  He can't drive, doesn't have a job, still lives with his parents, not to mention he is not allowed to cross the road by himself, stay up past 8, or use the remote control.  I'm not sure why he thought marriage was a logical step.

Dash-2 is not married yet.  He's keeping his options open.  He has also decided that he will never ever move out of my house.  Lucky lucky me.

- I mentioned this on twitter but its so exciting it deserves mention here, I can set my dvr from anywhere with my phone.  This is awesome and makes me feel like I have Godlike power.  I find myself recording willey-nilly just because I can.

I think I can also make my phone a remote control so that if flyboy ever gets it in his head to step out of line and try a coup for the remote I can shut him down right quick.

-Speaking of flyboy, he's off yonder again, but when isn't he?  Apparently he has a shit ton o'leave to use up in the next few months so rumor has it we might be seeing a fair amount of him.  Perfect for testing out my phone remote control powers.

-I haven't mentioned dash-3.  He's cute as ever.  He just had a little hair cut {no high and tight for him yet, he still has that super soft downy baby hair, LOVE IT!} and looks like a little boy.  With every day more and more babyness leaves and more and more little boy creeps in.

Hold me.

He's no longer in PT! As of 2 wks ago he has graduated and is good to go at age level.

So that's it in a nutshell.

I will do my best not to be a stranger. If you read I'll write. How's that for a deal?