tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44965459814065647472024-02-21T03:30:59.549-05:00Life of a Military WifeMy ramblings of being married to a man in uniform!!!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17779425266592368853noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496545981406564747.post-69587496836345963032010-08-24T22:47:00.002-04:002010-08-24T22:53:34.798-04:00WOW!!!So it has been a VERY long time since I have blogged...so let me catch you up to speed.<br />We have moved from South Carolina to Ft. Campbell here in KY. My husband is done with the trail and I do have to say that while it seemed like we were there for 10 years...I kinda wish we were back there. My man left for our 4th deployment recently and both girls have started school!!!! EEEEKK I am getting old. We have a new puppy to our house Patriot and he is a monster :) A peek-a-poo with a bichon frise mixed in. TERROR!!!! Although I have never wanted to dress an animal more that I have wanted to with him. (did that make sense..OK no more wine) AHHHH while my hubby is deployed I am staying busy by coaching Cheer leading and Flag Football. Yes that wasn't a typo I am coaching Flag Football with my wonderful friend!! We are going to have a blast!!!!! Well I don't know much else to say and sorry it's so choppy and un-refined but I think I've had 1 glass too many of my favorite blackberry wine. Off to bed with me. More later now that I am lonely :)Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17779425266592368853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496545981406564747.post-8725632874143497892009-04-14T11:51:00.004-04:002009-04-14T12:43:09.956-04:00She TOTALLY missed the bus!!Good afternoon everyone!! Let me set the scene for you. I have this nice job. I am not required to do any heavy work, just sit at a computer answer the phone, make calls to check on clients, package up stuff when needed and resupply the shelves when they get bare. It can be mentally <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">exhausting</span>, because if anyone knows the customer service industry; it isn't pretty. Also we have <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">tons</span> of clients in the New York and New Jersey area, so I pretty much get attitude all day long. There are only four of us that work in our office. Jeffery our COO, Ivory our service Tech and customer support person, Me sales associate, and Derry (female) our accountant. Some of you may have heard me talk about my co worker. I know I have mentioned her in previous posts, but in this one I am going to get <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">detailed</span>. For starters I don't ride with her ANYWHERE. She has almost killed me three times. Once we went over the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">median</span> on a bridge, trying to turn at a green light, she was turning left and she was looking right. The second and third times just happen to be the same <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">scenario</span>, she was looking at the plants and the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Canadian</span> geese and she wasn't paying attention and almost put us in the lake that is at our complex. I was also tired of her taking the back way to different <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">restaurants</span> just so she could fine a hooker and point out her "horrible" outfit. She makes off the wall comments and will <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">interrupt</span> your conversation for some of her psycho-babble. All of us in the office kinda feel sorry for her sometimes, but most of it she brings on herself. Well lets take yesterday afternoon for example. She had gone on the lunch run because Ivory is on vacation this week. So we; Jeffery, Derry, and I; are all sitting in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">lunch</span> room talking about the whole pirate situation that happened. Well then we got started on the Navy, because Jeffery was in the navy for awhile he was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">enlightening</span> us on stuff that goes on. Well as Jeffery and I were talking, Derry <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">interrupted</span> us, as usual and asked this question:<br />"Does the navy go overseas?" as in does the navy have oversea deployments.<br />My boss and I just looked at each other in shock. We couldn't believe what had just been said. Needless to say we asked her "are you serious?" and of course she was. We explained to her that Navy bases are all located along the coast line, so they can be near a body of water, for the boats. I felt like I was explaining this to my (almost) 6 year old daughter. CRAZY!!! OH and I have to let you know since most of you are Army wives. Last summer we were talking about life on post and people in the military, she asked if we knew who the Gay and Lesbian people were. "Like how do you know, do they have to say something? Are they treated different? Do you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">separate</span> them from everybody else?" Yes we put them all in Kansas and have the Navy boats bring them food and water!!!!!!!!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17779425266592368853noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496545981406564747.post-63739081951419001122009-04-12T19:43:00.011-04:002009-04-12T20:30:54.640-04:00Kitchen FUBAROk so since my earlier post about my kitchen screw ups things have been getting worse. Kudos to you Amanda for getting me hooked on those cake balls and then making me believe that I could actually make them myself..HA. You need to come back and visit Tiffany or Lori just for the simple fact, if anything else to make me some cake balls. I tried. I messed up once thinking I totally made a cheap mistake for using Half & Half instead of heavy whipping cream, so I started again and I got the same result. A pathetic looking vomit ball.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323961286404252994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgudAl1tjq9jYlWxEcdaLHWRLBhGTYm4Z2BvPpx6nUAZ-Gv2oiXXnImsKu9PoFBfV7Jqosf3JoezIRzgiDDSUsPaperIgyzpuVwX40-nyZN1bUrGPamAs5AkZI61QOQPoPEMLhzdERpA4k/s320/P1010007.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div>They might look disgusting, but actually they still taste really good. </div><br /><br /><div>Second we attempted to make rice krispy treats. I know you all are saying that HOW ON EARTH CAN YOU SCREW UP RICE KRISPY TREATS??? Well, just leave it to my posessed kitchen. Matt put the marshmallows in the pot and started stiring. Well it wasn't cooking fast enough so he turned it on high. Needless to say that our house smelt like a HUGE campfire...with a bag of burnt marshmallows. We decided that the left over marshmallow was a burnt sacrafice to the kitchen gods and hopefully we can move on and have decent luck in the kitchen from now on. Here is what 40 LARGE marshmallows can be burnt down to...a hard peanut brittle like blob..</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323962913015477474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ_hmOmlu0OtsAev-25D3rE2plG_FqSqpYF4ErwsQ7jUNAAvNviSWevdx2-A3FPI0HjBcQlMvamdW0P3ubAKLb6xZnull7GclKvKQToubhgESEJ1-MCiLxKC5l7cWEAAZW3mt0Tqob0CHv/s320/P1010032.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>So thanks to AMY!!!! we got us some mini marshmallows and made a wonderful batch of rice krispy treats. WOO HOO!!!</div><br /><br /><div>OH I and in lue of the Easter holiday might I add that my husband came thru and made another batch of eggs for us to color!!! HOW AWESOME!!! So after drivind ALL day from Florida in crappy traffic, we got home in time to color eggs. Also here are some pics from Easter sunday wich I had a total blast at, even though Matt fell alseep during the sermon...(rolling eyes) I wonder if they have a sunday school for the people who are 12 years old mentally... :)</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323964627464055922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghoBej0WFN8rNY-CgHtD2jOeMVr4-a4JDWEqpfkfEG_rqJNBD48ALhYrss2zk8h_n4ggq2h5erqwFlKWpzigtNxOz_ycvwyX7NfKLc2LiZ3xZQ_3a5lRWdeGSmpPhu5Co7Ech6A9edwJSL/s320/P1010003.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323964796933570802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMnMUr8nFa8GGM9kQnF1D1kYZxgUpxqqOk5tP7nzDHS9uGacrPM2AlJTLKlQ5SzgzoDkZg209GSqqg4pv8kPB0R1vOZzUc1hZzgaXJsYtZdaerNgl5iwZr1dLg_Kww_XzfN0INfsTWripb/s320/P1010004.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323965060491024930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguJsFa0quVW70YLaogZM_WyisEoCj0e7L-h7OwCvAnS2zq3gBV4_EbjrF4U6IlshYsMJo5PHDHjJrmw9Vc4IS1Nrm45YxKYCRiHc9EvTw-7T2uW7VZMXArRd2CozS4xIViEzsjpmoUYglW/s320/P1010005.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323965275897843154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvnlshKzP12ZMAm5BIQX9p6SIqaasrX6Xx4-Vih3asJLAWNyMYk068eosqLb7GjyJU0uhluOOaMpSupSKjCBN-7q1_7TMPJR1wqTyPdHMbB7ETv7NweHXAL6XNATPz8_fYpNmJyW9A1jqs/s320/P1010006.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323965751670549458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm7xwMXhN2xuAODqg6cVYLeOH16fYVYPHwxruwxxmuF9kOf-lzHLOQS-Olqs5F0ZGXWQbKfofXh3ZddI-PQ47V_V3OcF9hCHiMbAVIo_v-b0busA_ADePRhj8fFPbvlr73W8trVJhIovjd/s320/P1010018.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323965989134920386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3vkJ-Yc8hCxQdea0-RhyphenhyphenGkPedfK9s6sHs7LL3RHdBi9UtRaARc74d6aEewVQxdg8TITaGN6ENrUhul-8r4dJTdXe-PS7MBZ1Zng2Kl0gGrq_wiVnuj0TqbIXO8l0nwltFUUa3Tnyq5GDs/s320/P1010023.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323966570490615426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZeyCoOuo2rHA00uE27dJUtGDpSKxNI0xyO-lYA_0EV3nslvSNzP99gyd3oGoHrdqIlklLgDNwv4_BXpYk3h72b0aZe8PChi95Ooeba7_zRnefsh4623s6gIU0022LstNTzaVsPVgLnr7g/s320/P1010024.JPG" border="0" />I hope you all had a wonderful and blessed Easter. <br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17779425266592368853noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496545981406564747.post-24703284367878778652009-04-10T13:13:00.002-04:002009-04-10T13:24:41.948-04:00Kitchen EncountersOK so I try and pride myself with being a very good baker. I am not by any means a great cook but my children and husband are still alive and food isn't thrown at the walls. I can make some mean brownies, cheese cakes, pies, cookies...bad food. Cooking a casserole with green beans and salad and whatever...yeah..we might have some problems. So it may not come as a complete <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">surprise</span> to most of you to say that, did you know that you can actually BURN eggs while you are attempting to hard boil them? It's true!! They get all nice and brown on the outside just like a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">marshmallow</span> over the campfire..except your house doesn't smell like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">s'mores</span>, it smells like burnt eggs. This whole thing started because Hubby and I were going to color <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Easter</span> eggs for the girls since we will be picking them up tomorrow, and we won't be home <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">until</span> late afternoon. So I was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">hard boiling</span> them to get them ready, obviously. Well then my "hippie" side kicked in and I was off doing something else, making lunch for hubby, answering the door and it was Tiffany, going back <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">upstairs</span> to talk to hubby some more before he fell asleep again, and then falling asleep next to him. Yeah....I woke up to the smell of something burning..thought the candle I had left burning had caught something on fire..never once, till I got downstairs, did I ever think it was the eggs. So yeah there was no more water in the bottom of the pan and my eggs were brown. There goes <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Easter</span>!!!! Thank you to whoever invented the plastic eggs!!!!!! Good thing this holiday isn't centered around the eggs because my children would never forgive me. I know my hubby will never let me live it down though. <br />Tiffany...Wasn't it just last night that I told you I was going to give you some eggs to use for the fear of them hatching in the fridge?? yeah well sorry to say they are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">definitely</span> NOT going to hatch. WHEW dodged a bullet with that one!!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17779425266592368853noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496545981406564747.post-34052802396155674652009-03-31T11:29:00.002-04:002009-03-31T11:40:44.493-04:00WHEW!!!OK. So we have this customer that is visiting us from Korea; and supposedly he was going to take us out to lunch today. Well I am the only one that has a big enough vehicle to hold everyone. Well I was supposed to clean it out last night but due to my love for alcohol and good company, I decided to skip cleaning the van and stay up until the witching hour at Tiffany's house drinking. So I wake up late this morning due to the fact that I was sleep deprived, and decided that I was going to vacuum out my van before work. I get to the car wash and find out that I only have 3 quarters and it takes of course 4 to start the stupid thing. So i dig and dig and yeah nothing, so I "borrow" money from the "fund" and cash in 3 dollars. I get going and come to find out there is a GROSS amount of unidentifiable objects in my car. I have no clue what they were, I can't even begin to describe them to you, all i know is that they were brown and round and I KNOW with every fiber in me that is NOT how they started out. I have something sticky in my back cup holder, it isn't soda and it isn't candy..I have not clue what it is, and the FUNK odor that is emanating from the bellows of my van is NOT making me very happy. I am tackling that tonight....maybe..... OK so I finally get my van vacuumed out and clean and get to work ON TIME!!!!!! After getting asked if I was single, and for the first time in my LIFE having to PROVE my union to my husband with something OTHER than my ring, he is leaving before lunch to go to his "appointment" at the Micro-tel. At least I have a clean van now...Matt should be impressed. There fore I rewarded myself with a nice glazed doughnut from Dunkin Doughnuts :)Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17779425266592368853noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496545981406564747.post-33192710033393791722009-02-03T09:31:00.004-05:002009-03-26T11:10:59.250-04:00So it's a new year and I was thinking about last year. It was very crazy and hectic. I love my life for the most part. I don't have any new stories for you as far as matt being a Drill Sgt. I would however like to tell you that we now have a dog and we are looking for a new home for him....hahahha just kidding...He has tore up almost everything at knee level in my house except for the couch...hummm I think I better go home for lunch today and make sure we all still have a place to sit.<br /><br />Lets see some randomeness....<br />1. I am really interested to see what Obama will do as president<br />2. I am really excited that the Steelers won the Super Bowl<br />3. I need to get better at this blogging thing<br /><br />Thats about all the randomness I can think of for now..more later!!!!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17779425266592368853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496545981406564747.post-46090436671316045682008-09-06T21:27:00.002-04:002008-09-06T21:38:18.259-04:00HousingSo I haven't written due to the fact that nothing has happened. Same old stuff, different day. But recently <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">alot</span> of things have been happening. Lets start with Post housing. This is our first duty station that we have lived on post, we weren't really excited at first, but grew to like it due to the fact that it is close to everything on post. Well, now we have a leak in our down stairs celling. It is caused by a broken pipe, but can I tell that to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">maintnance</span> workers that have been here three times already?? NO. They have to follow <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">protocal</span> and rule out everything else first. I know there are steps you have to follow but when you know it's something serious, like a celling caving in or something, shouldn't a person be a little more worried?? Obviously not. Well tomorrow will be trip number four for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">maintance</span> man I plan to give him a little piece of my mind. <br /><br />The second thing that has been happening is that my co-worker (who is 58) is completely! obsessed with the sex offender website. I mean it is a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">persons's</span> duty to know their surroundings but to call people and scare the daylights out of them by telling them they have like 20 sex offenders living in their neighborhood is a little much. As for myself I have been on line and have seen who lives around here to educate myself and be prepared, but I also moved on. Not her, she sits there and calls everybody she knows saying to watch out you might get mugged the nest time you walk out your door!!! PLEASE LADY GIVE IT A BREAK!!<br /><br />The third is this whole private thing again. My husbands solders are a real treat this cycle. He has had anywhere from people complaining about camping in the woods to what they eat. I understand if you don't like camping, I am not a HUGE fan of it either but when you sign up for the military you kinda have to assume that you will be sleeping out under the stars at some point. RIGHT??? anyway, also with the meals, you aren't at home, your momma isn't going to make you dinner, you get what you get and be happy with it. Don't complain that the food is cold all the time, be thankful your eating period!! <br /><br />I think that covers all my rantings for now. I have to go change out the bowl in the bathroom because it is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">getting</span> full from the leaking celling. Have a great week everybody and if your reading this and your in the path of Hurricane Ike, I am sending a prayer up for you!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17779425266592368853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496545981406564747.post-18454084111002965492008-06-24T11:48:00.006-04:002008-06-24T14:23:33.908-04:00Time Flies!!So lately life had just been mundane. Not much going on and not much to tell. Well my husband is in full swing of his cycle and recently there has been much going on! Let me fill you in on Basic Training screw ups!!<br /><br />**Names have been changed to protect the stupid**<br /><br />Private Ryan** is really allergic to ants; and where I live there are LOTS of them. So Private Ryan has an epi-pen that he has used all to frequently during the course of the cycle. OK....one moring the troops were doing P.T. (Physical Training) and Private Ryan sat down in the middle of an ant hill. Here is how the conversation went between my husband and Private ryan..(curse words have been edited)<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Private Ryan: "Drill Sergeant, I just got bit by an ant I need to use my pen"<br /></span><span style="color:#000000;">Husband: " Go ahead soldier, do what you need to do"</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">P.R.: " Yes Drill Sergeant"</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">H : " I need to let the First Sgt. know so I'll be right back"</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">P.R. : "40 rounds Drill Sergeant"</span><br /><br />My husband goes and lets the 1st Sgt. know that Private Ryan is using his epi-pen and to call the medics because he'll have to go to the hospital and get checked out and issued another pen. Upon returning to Private Ryan my husband notices that a crowd has gathered around him; my husband starts thinking that Private Ryan had went into shock or had passed out or had stopped breathing so he runs over to see what the matter is. When he gets there he notices that Privat Ryan is fully alert and talking to everybody<br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">H : "Private did you use your epi-pen"</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">P.R. : "Yes Drill Sgt. but in stead of putting it in my thigh I missed and it is in my thumb"</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">H: "What the *%#$!!! PRIVATE HOW DID YOU MISS YOUR BIG UGLY THIGH AND STAB YOURSELF IN THE THUMB?!?!?!?!<br /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">P.R. : " Drill Sgt. I was shaking so bad because I could feel the ant poision in my body that I missed</span>.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">H: (rolling eyes)<br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">P.R. "Drill Sgt. I don't think that my epi-pen is working."</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">H. "UM yeah. you just put it in your thumb...you expect it to work as fast as it would if you put it in your leg???<br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">P.R. "yes becasuse blood goes thru my thumb also"</span><br /><br />My husband was speachless for the first time in his life. He had nothing else to say to Private Ryan except "report to me after you get back from Urgent Care."<br /><br />There are some strange characters that come thru post during basic. They are from all walks of life and each has their own reason for joining, but the one particular story my husband recently told me takes the cake.<br />It was at the beginning of the cycle and he asked some of the soldiers why they joined the military. He got the usual, "because my dad/grandpa/uncle/brother/cousin/whoever was in the military and it is family tradition", the unusual "I was sitting on my couch getting fat and the only way I thought I could lose weight was to join the military", and the strange " I was dared to join by my buddies, I won the $200!", but the one that stood out the most was this one " I joined so I could be like Rambo, ya know go to the jungle and hide out and then kill people." My husband said " ok Rambo but did you know that we fight a war now in the desert??" what he said next I will put my hand on a stack of Bibles and swear to...."so where am I supposed to hide?"<br />Some peoples kids. There is more but I'll leave that to another blog. So TTFN and tune in for another saga of "what privates say"Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17779425266592368853noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496545981406564747.post-76620129352285957032008-04-17T14:32:00.002-04:002008-04-17T15:20:42.823-04:00Blah..Blah....BlahSo as I sit here at work and listen to the hum of my computer I am doing everything in my power to stay awake on this boring day. It is nice outside and I can't wait to get out there with my girls and play. Positives...Hasn't been a hectic day, minimal stress, husband is on cycle break, girls didn't fight with each other this morning, good lunch, and dinner is almost a reality. Negatives...didn't make the bed hubby will be mad, my pink eye just won't go away, I am tired from being busy at work all week and seceretly wishing it was Friday, My nosy co-worker knows everything about me including if one of my relatives came over on the Mayflower, did I mention I was tired, probably because I am staying up at night thinking my husband is going to die from sleep apnia, and I am sharing my bed with one of my daughters that LOVE to sprawl out and my cat who has to sleep ON me. Other than that I am trying to keep myself awake while I count down the minutes till my release from my cubical so I can have visitation with my family untill I have to come back to my cell in the morning.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17779425266592368853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496545981406564747.post-81806524814600825922008-04-07T12:42:00.002-04:002008-04-07T12:49:53.243-04:00Bust!So this weekend was a complete bust! My husband came home from school on Wednesday and I was so excited to have him home.. But then he had to go straight to work and stay in the field untill Friday which he didn't get home till 10:30PM. Then he had to work this whole weekend. On one hand I was mad..I wanted to spend time with him..on the other..I re arranged the girls's rooms and got ALOT of cleaning done! I feel so accomplished. As far as any mishaps, my youngest did write all over our flat screen TV with a crayon..I managed to get that off *WHEW* (if any of you see my husband you didn't hear ANYTHING!!) Pretty much is was a bust weekend..nothing to do and nothing happened..OH well. At least they have graduation this Friday so he will be on cycle break for a month. I guess I get that to look forward to. <br /><br /> On another subject I am REALLY on this baby fix. I know I have two beautiful girls and I am honored to be their mom but I really want another one...All my friends and some of my co workers are preggo and I want to be again so bad. One problem I made a decision about a year ago to have a Tubal Ligation..I was a spur of the moment decision that I regret. Maybe this will pass but I have been wanting another baby for some time now...Maybe I'll get it reversed...Who knows..OH MAN I am rambling..not good..OK well I can't think of anything else productive to say so I'm gone!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17779425266592368853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496545981406564747.post-37123141235300278002008-04-02T09:20:00.002-04:002008-04-02T11:26:51.676-04:00What a weekendYes I know it's wednesday but I am still going to write about my weekend. SO first off my husband isn't home because he is at school in GA for the month; and this weekend wasn't that great for playing outside, so I decided to take the girls to Chuck E. Cheese. HA. It wasn't as bad as I thought when I pulled up and saw that there were no parking spots, I thought ok maybe nobody carpools and there were only 2 people per car. OH was I ever wrong. I walked through the door and I was immediatly hit with the smell of pizza, sweat and BO, NEVER a good combination. So after my fight with about 10 different children, it was because I took to long on the helicopter ride, we left with our prized for a wonderful relaxing afternoon. As I drove on post I noticed a car on the side of the road with their doors open and trunk popped. I saw that it was a little old lady. I stopped and asked if there was anything I could help her with and she said no that she was fine. She did lean into my car and say" can I tell you a secret" I thought "OH Boy" what secret could this woman possibly have...she said "you know I just HATE it when the squirell's tear up my bird feeder so I catch them and then come on post and realese them." O.K. she said " don't tell anyone" I said "it's ok ma'am my lips are sealed" I never laughed so hard when I got back into the car. So now when ever I get down I just think of this little old woman on the side of the road smuggling squirells on post.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17779425266592368853noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496545981406564747.post-61888596431550077392008-03-31T21:13:00.001-04:002008-03-31T21:30:49.306-04:00On your mark...get set...*BANG*...Ok so here I go as a blogger!! WHOO HOOO!! As you can probably tell I am an Army wife and a mother of two beautiful girls. One is 5 and the other is 2 1/2. I will tell you more about them as time goes on but I just wanted to start with a little history. My husband and I met at My best friends (at the time) wedding in April of '01. I was the maid of Honor and it just so happens he was the best man; and his girlfriend was a bridesmaid! He left for Kosovo in May and six months later I met him as he was comming home; Nov. 12 2001 at 2am to be exact..HAHA.. We dated and were married on Dec. 28 2001. I know, I know you are probably all thinking OH MY! what a short engagement..it was but I knew he was the one..and it will be our 7 year this year~YEA US! Like I mentioned earlier we have two beautiful girls Anastasia and Ariana.<br />Ana is our princess, and Ariana is going to be a future UFC Champion. We have a cat named Hercules, and we used to have a chinchilla named Duke..but he moved on...<br />I know there are lots of bloggers out there who are military wives also and I am not here to see who's better than who. I also know that sometimes you just need to put it out there to keep yourself in check and make sure you are not going crazy, and sometimes you just have to tell a story because it's too good to keep to yourself. So Welcome everybody to my life as a drill sergeants wife!!Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17779425266592368853noreply@blogger.com0