Thursday, August 30, 2007

Half way

The whole theory behind the title to this blog was how this year of "husband on another continent" would seem to take so long, that it would seem like more than just a year. Well, 7 1/2 months into this adventure, and here we celebrate the halfway point. That's right. Do the math. 7 1/2 plus 7 1/2 equals 15. Clearly, this will be the longest year.

I frequent a message board for military wives. It's a wonderful place. There's even a special section just for deployment talk. Which was normally a blessing. Until I hit this point in the time line and one by one, women start posting about getting their loved ones back in the next few days or weeks. A normally joyous occasion, where I should be happy for them. But, I'm not. I'm self centered. I sit here and read their posts and remember when they were just beginning the journey. A month after I did. That's disheartening. One of ours equals two of theirs. And the Army is claiming the rising suicide rates have nothing to do with the deployments. (Google it. I dare you).

I got a bottle of wine, and planned to make a real meal for myself. A halfway hurrah, of sorts. Instead I watched My Girl, drank a glass too many of wine (only two, but we'll touch the lack of tolerance in some future post) and ate half of the dessert. Fitting, I think.

I'm HOT!

"Onnnnne hot mamaaaa"

Please, Dear Lord, get this song out of my head!

Hot is clearly the theme of the day.

This morning I burned my poor little fingers trying to gently extract my crumbling English muffin from the toaster oven, while balancing a hungry baby (who was intent on giving me a hickey on my shoulder). Rather than drop the baby, I dropped the muffin. It's still sitting at the bottom of the oven, as though 14 hours hasn't been long enough to cool down for me to get it out.

Around noon we headed out to the Nissan dealership to get the AC looked at in my car. According to them, I'm an idiot and just don't know how to use it. Seriously. The guy was actually explaining to me how to use the air conditioning in my car, as though I was 16 and daddy just bought me my first one. Morons. I know that I am not imagining things - there is no good explanation as to why I would have icicles hanging off my nose with it blowing on low last summer (in Georgia, land of Hotter than Hell, didn't see a day below 90 for a freaking month!) and then this summer I find myself sitting there sweating with it blowing on high. HIGH, and I'm still hot after driving for a half hour (in Ohio, where it's a measly low 80s consistently). *Sigh* Maybe I'll just take my Daddy in with me next time :-P

Later in the afternoon, as the apartment reached it's daily oven-like temperatures (I seem to have AC issues a lot), we went down for a swim. Possibly the last one of the year. That makes me sad. I'm not looking forward to possibly having to resort to using the base pool next year. I'm going to miss this one. It was actually clean. All the time. Imagine that!

And now, it's still hot in the apartment. The AC will kick on and I'll be left shivering, but once it thinks that it has cooled the place down sufficiently, it turns off, and I'm left with that wave of heat as soon as the air stops blowing. It doesn't even matter how cold I set it.

I'll look back at this post mid-December and wish to have being hot as my problem again :-)

Tuesday, August 28, 2007



1. tasting sour like a lemon [syn: lemony]
2. harsh; "sharp criticism"; "a sharp-worded exchange"; "a tart remark" [syn: sharp]

1. a woman who engages in sexual intercourse for money
2. a small open pie with a fruit filling
3. a pastry cup with a filling of fruit or custard and no top crust

Nope, none of those. Today the definition of a tart is - something that smells wonderful, looks like an actual pastry tart, also looks like a candle, yet has no wick. This is unfamiliar territory for me. A wonderful mama sent one of her tarts along with a diaper I purchased. ( It's Lemongrass and smells absolutely divine. I can't wait to figure out what to do with it . . . I am under the impression that you melt them in a tart burner (imagine that, clever name) and it smells up the house. In a good way. Unfortunately, I promised myself I wouldn't spend anymore money on frivolous stuff this week (after it cost 50$ to fill up the gas tank). Tart burner, tart burner, tart burner. How to make my own tart burner . . .

She rolls

Well, she's been rolling over for quite a while now, but I finally charged the camera and got it on tape. Hopefully much to the delight of the husband. I have another video for him, in which I look like a complete goofball, so I'm still debating on posting it here or letting him suffer and have to wait for Photobucket to load for him.

Speaking of internet . . . I am so grateful that we've been able to use the webcams TWICE this weekend. I was seriously deprived for a while there. I think he's pretty darn sexy (obviously, seeing as to how I married him and all) and it sure is nice to see him. But, I unfortunately get spoiled way too easily. Now, phone calls just aren't cutting it. Either I have nothing to say, or he has nothing to say (hahaha, okay, so not so often on that one :-), or he's in front of his coworkers and I can tell just by the tone of his voice . . . it's always something. I kinda feel a fight brewing, sort of a premonition. Fights always seem to happen when phone calls get weird. But somehow, we're perfectly fine on the webcams.

It could be worse. I'll stop complaining now. Honest.

Anyways, here's the girly . . .

Thursday, August 23, 2007

East Cleveland, Yo!

From now on I'm voicing all my complaints right here. There's apparently some freaky prayer answering vibes stemming from this blog. And I'm not questioning it.

E peacefully succumbed to sleep all three times today. Morning nap - out like a light. Afternoon nap - not a whimper. Bedtime - passed out being carried into the bedroom; promptly rolled on her side and stuck a thumb in her mouth as soon as she hit the sheets.

Of course, this could have a lot to do with her wearing herself out quite a bit today, but I'm not really going to question it. I'll just have to piss her off to the point of no return more often . . .

This afternoon we loaded up in the car with my perpetually late and indecisive mother (Her: "What time is the appointment?" Me: "1:30, I'm leaving at 12:30." Her: "Oh, 12:30 . . . I don't know if I'll make it." Me: "It's 10:30, why wouldn't you make it here by then?" Her: "Well, I have to get ready. And feed the dogs." Me: "Uh-huh, and how does that take two hours?" Her: "If you don't want me to come then just say so." Me: *sigh*). She was exceptionally quiet, sulking cause I told her to get moving and make up her damn mind. She still came, but did her darnedest to make the day miserable. We were headed to Cleveland Clinic, to get an ultrasound on a birthmark on E's lower back. Apparently this particular placement of a birthmark has a 1 in 1000 chance of being an indicator of the spinal cord either not properly developing or fusing in the wrong place.

It was "Don't Have a Clue How to Drive Day". I almost got hit three times, once while cruising at 70 down 480. It was a blast. And then we got lost. Assured by mother dearest that she knew exactly where we were going, but still armed with my Mapquest directions, we found ourselves on E 55th, wondering where we were supposed to turn next. But, I found it, despite numerous protests, by you know who, that we should pull over and ask "that guy there" where to go. Of course, she got mad at me each time I just kept driving. Obviously pulling over to ask the crackheads on the street who were obviously involved in something to do with money exchanging hands was the perfect solution. (How on earth have I survived to adulthood? Seriously, how?)

So, I found it. And parked in the parking garage. Not behind the random apartment building as suggested.

I carried E into the hospital, while being nagged for not using the stroller ("Seriously, woman, who is carrying the child? Not you, so shut it!"). We mazed our way down to Pediatrics and checked in. After waiting a bit, the ultrasound tech came and took us to the room. E had to be nekkid (which she loved) and lying on her stomach (which she hated). Actually, she was fine for the first 20 minutes or so.

The tech went to work, doing her thing. And you know who started with the questions. Like a 5 year old. "What are you doing?" "Why?" "Why?" The tech was awesome though and told her she "wasn't going to be answering her because she really needed to concentrate and couldn't lose count". Which, of course, pissed my mom off. How dare they do their job and not talk to her!

She (the tech) did explain that normally this procedure is done very early, usually within the first few weeks, because what they are looking for is behind the spine and as the spine fuses, it's harder and harder to see. Makes perfect sense. You'd think. Because it was so difficult to see, another tech and the doctor were brought in to also look, so they wouldn't miss anything. E made it through the first one, and then started crying. She cried through the rest of it, mad cause she was on her belly. She survived though. No harm done. Meanwhile, whenever we were alone in the room, my mom was going off about how these people must not know anything if they had to keep calling more people in. *sigh* Yeah, that. Cause we don't really want them to make sure nothing is wrong.

Anyways, E is fine. Perfect spinal cord. Her pediatrician is clearly not that great though, since it took her this long to decide to get this checked out. I'm losing faith in this lady.

I knew there would be a point when I would crack and all this buddy-buddy time with my mom would hit overload. Today was it. I'm packing my bags and taking E on vacation. We're going to stay in a beach house on Tybee for a few weeks. (yeah, suuuure, I wish - one of these days I suppose we'll get out of here).

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Deep Breath

I have that tight feeling in my chest. Like I'm on the quick road to another breakdown. I can't quite take that deep breath that I so desperately need.

E has hit some stage in her little world where she screams bloody murder before she falls asleep. No matter if it's before she's tired, right when she should go down, or too late. Naps and everything. She will kick and flail and squirm and squirm and squirm, crying the whole time. Her whole body goes stiff and she fights everything with all her might. I'm dreading her waking up, because now I have to go through this whole fight every time.


I need my husband.

I haven't said that in a while.

But I do.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Get Human!

I am in love with this website. I just accomplished what would have probably taken hours, in just a half hour. So very, very cool.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

4 Months and a Pony Ride

So, I'm a little behind. Friday E turned 4 months and she got her first pony ride. It was an eventful day.

Four months old. She's a happy girl!

Much more fun on the tummy!

Yay for ponies!!

Relaxing after that tiring ride.

Keeping up with the conversation.


Thursday, August 16, 2007

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

I Cook.

Yes. I do. Really. I'm not even joking.

Last night I made a cheesy broccoli rice casserole, a shrimp sauce over pasta, chicken pot pie casserole and meatballs. Today I took all of that up to my mom's and we plated it up for my grandma. Her freezer is stocked for a while, and I'm going to make some more dishes this weekend. My mom cried. She's so stressed out with this whole taking care of grandma thing, it's not even funny. We were supposed to take a vacation before school started, but now we aren't cause of a whole bunch of factors, and she's pretty bummed about that. I wish my aunt would have gotten her head out of her ass and come to help for even just a little bit this summer. It's so unfair that my mom is the only one with a real job and all three of her siblings could care less. It's time to think about putting her in a home and my mom has no idea how to go about it without the help of any of them, let alone having my aunt object and throw a giant wrench into everything.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Family sucks.

Other random thoughts:
I miss GA. I wish I could divide my time between here and there. I am really going to miss my mom (who would have ever thought I would be saying that about the person who called me fat and a slut - times sure have changed), but I can't wait to get back down there.

I went running for the first time in who knows how long (I have no excuse, I'm just lazy). It kicked my ass royally. 1/2 mile, straight up hill. I made it though without stopping (I did walk most of the time, but in my defense, that stroller is darn heavy). Plus the other mile I ran. My legs are jello today. But, somehow, I am already down to my 'after baby' goal weight. Weird. I eat like crap, and barely exercise and am dropping weight like no other. I'm not complaining yet.

I have too much furniture. I sold half of what we owned before I moved, yet I still have too much for this apartment. I want to live somewhere huge next, but with the same amount of stuff, so then it will be sooo open and free!

Tuesday, August 14, 2007


E's most often used nickname is Buttercup. Each morning I greet her with a super cheery "Good morning, Buttercup!" no matter how bleary eyed I really am. And she always gives me a giant toothless grin. So, I think she likes her nickname.

Monday, August 13, 2007

There goes the bride . . .

Off into the sunset with her new husband.


A few thoughts from the evening:
~While M was sitting in Kuwait, lounging about, he could have easily been put on a plane, come to the wedding, and hoping on another plane in plenty of time to get back for his trip back to base. Why can't I be in charge of leave? Soldiers would love me. You want to go home for a bit? Sure, here's your flight number, have a wonderful time. :-P

~Family sucks. You're stuck with them. Creepy and weird as they are, you can never get away. A certain someone will never, ever be coming to live with us. Even if we do have a garage apartment. Too close for comfort. Friendly is one thing. Creepy is a whole 'nother ballgame.

~Other family rocks. E was an angel for my mom. It sounded like she was even better than she usually is for me. No crying, drank her bottle right up and promptly went to sleep. I couldn't ask for a better baby. Or mom - she had a big "let's eat away our misery" dessert for me when I got home. And a margarita. We love our margaritas.

~I'm glad we didn't have the big wedding. Sure, the greedy and selfish side of me thinks the gifts would have been quite beneficial (how else does one become the owner of things like carving sets and complete sets of red and white wine glasses and champagne flutes), but the practical side of me knows I would have never wanted to stand up in front of that many people and that our dinner was far more delicious than any catered event.

Okay, now some pictures.

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Slightly saddened by this realization . . .

I strongly suspect there is a bachelorette party going down quite soon. And since I only stumbled across this information on the internet, clearly, I was not invited to join in.

And that makes me sad.

Makes me wonder how different this whole shindig involvement thing would have turned out if M was home.

I hate having "friends".

You know - friends, but not really friends.

Cryptic. I know.

Monday, August 6, 2007

Dishwashing the diapers

Seriously. The baby's diapers are currently running through their third rinse cycle in the dishwasher. If M was here, I don't doubt he'd be having a fit about it being disgusting. I'm still on the fence as to how disgusting it really is.

The whole purpose of this odd experiment is to "strip" the diapers. When washing in the washing machine, soap sometimes builds up on them and causes this horrible, knock you over, hold your breath smell. I experienced this smell last night when I walked into the bedroom and could smell E's diaper immediately. Another reason to "strip" diapers is to combat repelling, where the soap build up causes liquid to just roll of the fleece, rather than be absorbed.

Just so you know, I washed them all first in the washing machine. :-)

So, hopefully this strange effort will end all stinkies and leaks. And I'll be a happy mama.

In other day to day, boring issues . . . I picked up our old hitch hauler box thingie from the in-laws house today. They've had it since I moved to Texas two years ago and here I though they had used it once and then it was stored in their attic space since then. I'm thinking that's clearly not the case though. Not only was it completely covered in mud (caked on mud, off-roading type of mud), but two of the tail-lights are cracked and one has all of the plastic missing, the entire lock is gone and is just a gaping hole now, the pin for the hitch part is long gone, and the connector for the tail-lights is nowhere to be found. Oh, and all of the metal is completely rusted and crumbly.

This is why you don't let other people have your things. Even if they are relatives. Yes, I'm selfish, but being selfish keeps me from having all of my stuff ruined. I knew it might have a few scratches and dents and be pretty dirty, but no way was I expecting this hunk of junk I was left with.

Pissed. Slightly.

Sunday, August 5, 2007

Thursday, August 2, 2007

Drama Queen

She even poses while she sleeps. Little Miss Sassy is going to be quite the pistol I think.

Hello August!

I like this month. In August we will . . .

~Hit the halfway mark. Granted, it will be at the very end of the month, but still. 7 1/2 months down. Pretty impressive.

~Watch two wonderful people get married. I'll watch in person, and M will get to watch the video I'll probably send him. Too bad I can't send any cake . . .

~Hopefully take a vacation. Take my mother away from everything that stresses her out, stick her in a beach chair with the waves lapping at her feet and a cold margarita in her hand.

~Witness the most impressive display of craziness yet as M's family moves three generations, 6 people, into one house. I'm ready to be entertained.

~Get a new camera and quickly become an expert at photography again. Close-ups are the first thing on the learning agenda.

~Take the Corvette out for a drive finally. Maybe, just maybe, I can take a spin while it's running right. And after that I can take the truck for a spin too.

~Run at least 2 miles straight. I can do 1, and it almost kills me, but I know I can do more. I still haven't signed up for the 5k, but I will. I can do it!

There's quite a few more events that I'm sure will pop up over time. The summer is flying by, and although I love how the sands of time are swirling out of control, I know the winter is going to drag. I have to get in all of my outside time now.