I am a bootiful princess.
Sunday, October 31, 2004
Halloween
DH and I took the little heathens trick or treating last night. DH was into Halloween for the first time. Ever. He normally doesn't get into dressing up or haunted houses or any of that fun stuff.
I assume it's because he grew up in BFE and never got the chance to go trick or treating as a kid. But in his zest to please the little heathens he dressed up like a cowboy. This excited Satan. She had to repeat about a million times, "my daddy is a cowboy".
I'm boring, and didn't dress up. I did wear an orange t-shirt with Happy Halloween and a black cat on it. That has to count for something.
Satan was a ghetto princess. She wore the dress that I made for her last year. Last year she looked so cute. This year the dress was looking ragged, and wouldn't stay up on her shoulder. It's all my fault, because I ignorantly let her play dress up in it about a week ago. She basically destroyed it, but of course I didn't realize this until yesterday. It could have been repaired, but I ran out of time.
Fang was a frog. He looked so cute. Every other day of the year with out prompting he will say frog. Then immediately begin to hop around and say ribbet. When I put the frog costume on him the only thing he would say was candy and thank you. I tried every thing. I bribed him with candy. At one point I even jumped around and said ribbet myself. He is stubborn.
Tater was a ninja. I have no picture of him in his costume. He went to a Halloween/slumber party, and I missed out on my picture taking opportunity.
I assume it's because he grew up in BFE and never got the chance to go trick or treating as a kid. But in his zest to please the little heathens he dressed up like a cowboy. This excited Satan. She had to repeat about a million times, "my daddy is a cowboy".
I'm boring, and didn't dress up. I did wear an orange t-shirt with Happy Halloween and a black cat on it. That has to count for something.
Satan was a ghetto princess. She wore the dress that I made for her last year. Last year she looked so cute. This year the dress was looking ragged, and wouldn't stay up on her shoulder. It's all my fault, because I ignorantly let her play dress up in it about a week ago. She basically destroyed it, but of course I didn't realize this until yesterday. It could have been repaired, but I ran out of time.
Fang was a frog. He looked so cute. Every other day of the year with out prompting he will say frog. Then immediately begin to hop around and say ribbet. When I put the frog costume on him the only thing he would say was candy and thank you. I tried every thing. I bribed him with candy. At one point I even jumped around and said ribbet myself. He is stubborn.
Tater was a ninja. I have no picture of him in his costume. He went to a Halloween/slumber party, and I missed out on my picture taking opportunity.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Da plane! Da plane!
DH lucked out, and was able to take an earlier flight. We picked him up at the airport this morning.
It was so good to see him. Right now we are all big smiling fools.
You will see very few blog entires from me in the next two weeks.
It was so good to see him. Right now we are all big smiling fools.
You will see very few blog entires from me in the next two weeks.
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Velcro mode
This is a few days late, but I forgot to publish it. Enjoy.
I'm desperately trying to give the impression that I have managed perfectly while DH has been deployed. In my haste to clean the house, I was vacuuming. Really vacuuming. Using the attachments around the baseboards, and everything. Fang AKA Velcro baby sometimes has an uncontrollable urge to grab my legs and hold on for dear life. He generally gets hit with these urges when I am immersed in something that does not require giving him attention. Such as washing the dishes or vacuuming the hallway.
The dish washing tackles aren't so bad. I'm stationary, and have the support of the counter. However today, he was hit 'I must touch my mama now' urge while I was mindlessly vacuuming.
One minute I hear Satan and Fang loudly playing and singing. The next thing I know is that Fang has suddenly warped into Velcro mode and my legs are under attack.
I am slow.
He attacked.
I tripped.
I tried to brace myself and avoid landing on Fang all at the same time. Some how I managed to hit my foot into the door frame. It hurt. A lot. I cursed. A lot.
Fang laughed, clapped and said, "good job".
I wanted to laugh with him, but my foot was throbbing. I had to sit down. My pinky toe was no longer pointing in the same direction as my other 9 toes. It was bent to the side. And it hurt. I pushed my toe back to where it was meant to be. Then I cured some more. A lot more.
Now I have a lovely purple foot. That hurts like a bitch. It would have probably been less purple if I hadn't mowed the grass. Am I a dumbass or what?
Written 10-26-04 published 10-31-04.
I'm desperately trying to give the impression that I have managed perfectly while DH has been deployed. In my haste to clean the house, I was vacuuming. Really vacuuming. Using the attachments around the baseboards, and everything. Fang AKA Velcro baby sometimes has an uncontrollable urge to grab my legs and hold on for dear life. He generally gets hit with these urges when I am immersed in something that does not require giving him attention. Such as washing the dishes or vacuuming the hallway.
The dish washing tackles aren't so bad. I'm stationary, and have the support of the counter. However today, he was hit 'I must touch my mama now' urge while I was mindlessly vacuuming.
One minute I hear Satan and Fang loudly playing and singing. The next thing I know is that Fang has suddenly warped into Velcro mode and my legs are under attack.
I am slow.
He attacked.
I tripped.
I tried to brace myself and avoid landing on Fang all at the same time. Some how I managed to hit my foot into the door frame. It hurt. A lot. I cursed. A lot.
Fang laughed, clapped and said, "good job".
I wanted to laugh with him, but my foot was throbbing. I had to sit down. My pinky toe was no longer pointing in the same direction as my other 9 toes. It was bent to the side. And it hurt. I pushed my toe back to where it was meant to be. Then I cured some more. A lot more.
Now I have a lovely purple foot. That hurts like a bitch. It would have probably been less purple if I hadn't mowed the grass. Am I a dumbass or what?
Written 10-26-04 published 10-31-04.
The count down begins.
I thought I would have heard from him sooner, but DH finally called today. I was happy to hear that he made it to Kuwait in one piece. He will be flying out of Kuwait sometime soon. Next time I hear from him, he should be in Dallas. When will that be? Sometime between now and Friday.
Monday, October 25, 2004
The start of a long journey
I spoke to DH early in the day. He was preparing to leave Taji. This is the best news. He will try to call again when he gets to Kuwait. I hope that is soon. I don't have a time frame, and this makes me anxious. I need details and a schedule.
The past 8 months have passed by in slow motion. I never imagined time could possible slow down even further. It has. Today has been the longest day ever. I can't keep my mind on any one task, and I have gotten nothing accomplished. I should sleep. That would waste a huge chunk of time, but too excited to sleep.
The past 8 months have passed by in slow motion. I never imagined time could possible slow down even further. It has. Today has been the longest day ever. I can't keep my mind on any one task, and I have gotten nothing accomplished. I should sleep. That would waste a huge chunk of time, but too excited to sleep.
Sunday, October 24, 2004
I am
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the mother of four unmanageable kids.
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This is so true. There are days when I would like to leave my kids by the side of the road. heh
Some days I think I'm so not cut out for this SAHM gig. My kids are bad. I have no patience, and my ability to run a smooth orderly household is non existent. I long to be like Katie, when/if I grow up. Until then I will be a healthy mix of Roseanne with the mouth of Sharon Osbourne.
Isn't she pretty?
Pretty rotten, that is. ;)
Satan wasn't too happy about getting her hair cut. So she was making her pouty face. It never fails to cracks me up. Most kids stick out the bottom lip, she sticks out the top.
I thought I turned off that pesky date stamp. The yellow annoys me.
Friday, October 22, 2004
A good day.
I talked to DH today. He is already packed, and should be leaving tomorrow. WOO HOO!
I took advantage of the early voting, so as to not waste my precious time while DH is visiting. The court house was surprisingly empty. We were in and out in under 10 minutes. Then we were off to the hair cut store (that's what Satan calls the salon). Due in part to Satan once again trying to cut her hair. It had nothing to do with her very crooked bangs that I trimmed. ;)
Back at home, Satan wanted to play hair cut store. Being the good mom that I am, I said she could style my hair. I sat in the floor and tried to not scream when she buried the brush into my brain. Or when she tried to scalp me with the wide tooth comb. She styled my hair into a lovely cousin it do.
She smiled very sweetly and said, "You look like a monster."
I must have had an odd look on my face because she quickly added, "a cute monster, not a scary one." heh
Fang was driving me crazy with Blue's Clues. He carries around a small notebook and a blue ink pen. It has to write blue. He wants me to draw paw prints all freakin' day. I tried to be creative and change it up a bit. Since he likes Blue's Clues, and he likes dogs. The next logical thing was to draw a puppy. He would love that, right? Wrong. In his, I've already hit the terrible twos shriek, he screamed, "No, boos coos!"
Satan has such a good memory. We talked about DH coming home in a few days, and how we would have to pick him up at the airport. She remembering that we had tickets (boarding passes) when we took out trip this past summer. She has already figured out that DH will need tickets in order to fly, but she is apparently worried that he doesn't have one. So she does what all well meaning almost 4 year old daddy's girls would do. She made him plane tickets. She is just too cute sometimes. She cut several sheets of paper into thin strips. She then insisted that she needed the stapler. I ignored her and gave her a glue stick instead, but I'm mean like that.
She glued the strips of paper together. She then spent a great deal of time drawing and coloring on the tickets. We had to put them in the diaper bag, because we will "need" them at the airport. heh
Tater is anxious, nervous and fidgety. He will not sit still. I made him pick up the toys and things in the back yard, in hopes that he would settle down. He was so distracted that he just wandered around and didn't pick up anything. I jumped on his case about it. Now I feel guilty.
I took advantage of the early voting, so as to not waste my precious time while DH is visiting. The court house was surprisingly empty. We were in and out in under 10 minutes. Then we were off to the hair cut store (that's what Satan calls the salon). Due in part to Satan once again trying to cut her hair. It had nothing to do with her very crooked bangs that I trimmed. ;)
Back at home, Satan wanted to play hair cut store. Being the good mom that I am, I said she could style my hair. I sat in the floor and tried to not scream when she buried the brush into my brain. Or when she tried to scalp me with the wide tooth comb. She styled my hair into a lovely cousin it do.
She smiled very sweetly and said, "You look like a monster."
I must have had an odd look on my face because she quickly added, "a cute monster, not a scary one." heh
Fang was driving me crazy with Blue's Clues. He carries around a small notebook and a blue ink pen. It has to write blue. He wants me to draw paw prints all freakin' day. I tried to be creative and change it up a bit. Since he likes Blue's Clues, and he likes dogs. The next logical thing was to draw a puppy. He would love that, right? Wrong. In his, I've already hit the terrible twos shriek, he screamed, "No, boos coos!"
Satan has such a good memory. We talked about DH coming home in a few days, and how we would have to pick him up at the airport. She remembering that we had tickets (boarding passes) when we took out trip this past summer. She has already figured out that DH will need tickets in order to fly, but she is apparently worried that he doesn't have one. So she does what all well meaning almost 4 year old daddy's girls would do. She made him plane tickets. She is just too cute sometimes. She cut several sheets of paper into thin strips. She then insisted that she needed the stapler. I ignored her and gave her a glue stick instead, but I'm mean like that.
She glued the strips of paper together. She then spent a great deal of time drawing and coloring on the tickets. We had to put them in the diaper bag, because we will "need" them at the airport. heh
Tater is anxious, nervous and fidgety. He will not sit still. I made him pick up the toys and things in the back yard, in hopes that he would settle down. He was so distracted that he just wandered around and didn't pick up anything. I jumped on his case about it. Now I feel guilty.
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
My face hurts.
I tried a new face wash, and I'm allergic to it. I'm going to dose myself with Benedryl and go to sleep. Hopefully, I won't look so scary in the morning.
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Where is my stress free life?
I finally talked to DH. Due to the helicopter crash the phones and computers had been shut down. It's been several days since I've gotten any word from him. I'm OK if it's only a few days, but if it's been to long, I start to worry. Which makes me stressed. When I'm stressed, I snap at the kids. Which makes them grouchy. It's a vicious cycle.
DH sounded a bit stressed as well. The men that died were from his previous unit. I don't know if he knew them or not. I didn't ask, because I don't want to know. Ignorance is bliss. Not really, but I can pretend.
If all goes well, DH should be home next week. I should be relaxed, happy and stress free. I'm not. I'm not even close to being stress free. I'm stressed more than normal. I'm worried that he won't get to take leave. Then I will have to explain to Tater and Satan why DH isn't coming home. News like that will break their hearts, and I don't think I have it in me to comfort them. I'm also worried about the way he will act when he gets home. Things are going to be weird. He's been gone 8 months, and we are use to him not being here. I also know that the person I know and love is not the same person that is coming home to me. I don't know how I'm going to react to that.
I have way too much on my mind.
DH sounded a bit stressed as well. The men that died were from his previous unit. I don't know if he knew them or not. I didn't ask, because I don't want to know. Ignorance is bliss. Not really, but I can pretend.
If all goes well, DH should be home next week. I should be relaxed, happy and stress free. I'm not. I'm not even close to being stress free. I'm stressed more than normal. I'm worried that he won't get to take leave. Then I will have to explain to Tater and Satan why DH isn't coming home. News like that will break their hearts, and I don't think I have it in me to comfort them. I'm also worried about the way he will act when he gets home. Things are going to be weird. He's been gone 8 months, and we are use to him not being here. I also know that the person I know and love is not the same person that is coming home to me. I don't know how I'm going to react to that.
I have way too much on my mind.
Monday, October 18, 2004
Goals, blogging and such
My first goal was to blog more often. I'm doing pretty well with that. I could do even better and blog every day. But I will get there eventually.
If you haven't noticed, I'm lazy and rarely answer my comments. I do appreciate the comments, really I do. In fact, I sometimes check several times a day to see if anyone left a comment. I get school girl giddy when I see a new comment.
So my new blogging goal is to answer comments. I have been inspired by Zoot. She is so cool, because she always replies to my comments via email. This makes me feel extra special. Because I'm starved for attention? Anyway, I'm not yet that ambitious, but I will remember to save that for a future blogging goal.
My weight loss goal has been pushed to the wayside. I desperately want to be cute and thin, yet I'm doing very little to reach my goal. Stress is part of the reason, the other part is that I've been avoiding everything that has anything to do with weight loss, like exercise. My original
goal was to lose 30 to 40 pounds. Forty would put me at the weight I was when we were married, but thirty seems more realistic.
I am confidant that I can do it this time, because I've found the right motivation. I think.
If you haven't noticed, I'm lazy and rarely answer my comments. I do appreciate the comments, really I do. In fact, I sometimes check several times a day to see if anyone left a comment. I get school girl giddy when I see a new comment.
So my new blogging goal is to answer comments. I have been inspired by Zoot. She is so cool, because she always replies to my comments via email. This makes me feel extra special. Because I'm starved for attention? Anyway, I'm not yet that ambitious, but I will remember to save that for a future blogging goal.
My weight loss goal has been pushed to the wayside. I desperately want to be cute and thin, yet I'm doing very little to reach my goal. Stress is part of the reason, the other part is that I've been avoiding everything that has anything to do with weight loss, like exercise. My original
goal was to lose 30 to 40 pounds. Forty would put me at the weight I was when we were married, but thirty seems more realistic.
I am confidant that I can do it this time, because I've found the right motivation. I think.
Sunday, October 17, 2004
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