We Want to Know Wednesday

Today I'm linking up with Mamarazzi and Queso for We Want to Know Wednesday.

This week the questions are:

1. Do you prefer to text or call?
2. What is the last text message in your phone and who is it from?
3. What are your favorite phone apps?
4. At what age do you think kids are ready for a cell phone?
5. Share a current pic or video taken with your phone 

1.  Do you prefer to text or call?

Text, for sure.  Unless, I'm driving then I usually call.  If I need to have a full conversation with someone, I'd rather call.

2.  What is the last text message in your phone and who is it from?

"Tanks"  From the hubby.  And that is how he spelled it.  It was a thanks for making him a hair appointment.

3.  What are your favorite phone apps?

I just downloaded Go Keyboard so that my touchscreen keyboard is pink.  

I also have Alarm Clock Xtreme which has a huge snooze button so there is no accidentally shutting the alarm off.  

Colornote is awesome because I'm a list kind of gal.  I always have some kind of post it note or list on my phone.

Amazon is another one I can't live without because you never know when you are going to need to look up random stuff to buy.

4.  At what age do you think kids are ready for a cell phone?

I think kids are ready for a cell phone when they can pay for it themselves.  I didn't get a cell phone until I could pay for it.  And I turned out okay.

But, then again, I don't have a teenager to keep track of either.

5.  Share a current pic or video taken from your phone.

The last picture I took on my phone was the picture of the penis and testicles drawing on our camper window in the previous post.

The one before that was of Ozzy and Princess when we were camping three weeks ago.

Happy Wednesday!

Vandalism or Hilarious?

Sometime between Sunday around noon and Friday evening, someone decided to deface our camper.  It's parked in a small driveway on the side of the house.  And we don't inspect it everyday.

Someone, with too much time on their hands, took it upon themselves to draw a penis and testicals on our front camper window.

Matt told me he about it Friday evening.  He said he had seen it earlier in the day.  At first, it pissed me off.  I even thought about calling the cops.  But really, they'd probably just laugh.

Saturday I texted my dad because he was over Thursday and Friday before Matt and I got home.  He was working on digging a trench for a water line.  (Yes, my dad is that awesome.)  I knew he didn't do it.  He's not a very good texter either.  And I like to aggravate him sometimes.  So I texted, "Did you draw a cock and balls with soap on our camper window?"  He replied, "No."  I texted back, "Do you know anything about it?"  He replied, "No."

Now I sort of think kinda think it is funny.  I asked a few people that we know from town about it.  They all laugh so why shouldn't I.  Nothing else was done to the camper.

What do you think?  Hilarious or Vandalism?

Back from Vacation

Last week was just what I needed.  

Monday and Tuesday I lounged around, cleaned the house, took some naps, and threw some stuff away.  I always feel better when I de-clutter.  

Wednesday, Matt and I had to go to his old Reserves Unit and get some paperwork.  Vinnie stayed there with his Sergeant First Class (she's been asking for a year to see him) while we went to re-enroll in DEERS and get our new ID cards.  When we got back to pick up Vinnie, he was riding on a forklift with her.  It was so cute.  He promoted from Private Pup to Sergeant First Class Pup in one day.

We also had to drop my laptop off at the Best Buy.  The port dealy where the plug in majigger goes is loose.  So sometimes when I try to charge it I have to wrap the cord around the monitor.  Hopefully, it's covered under the extended warranty that we purchased.  It's not like Vinnie got tangled up in the cord when he was just a little feller and it fell on the floor or anything.  Or maybe that did happen once.

On the way home, Matt and I went to a campground.  My dad pulled his and mom's camper up and my mom and I stayed there alone Wednesday night.  With no pups or husbands.  It was nice.  We really roughed it.  Mom brought a couple subway sammys.

Thursday evening Matt brought our camper and the pups up.  And my dad and a friend of my parents joined us on Friday.  We stayed until Sunday morning. 

From Wednesday to Sunday morning, I took around 5 naps.  We also went to the beach for awhile.  Did a little hiking until I fell and busted my ass.  Ate more than we should have.  Had a few adult beverages.

All in all, it was just what I needed.

Monday, I had to come back to work.  It actually felt good to be back.

School starts next week and I already dropped one class.  Mostly because I have to use Matt's old Floppy McFlopperson computer right now.  No need to finish it all up too quickly.  I mean I'm only 30. 

Thanks again to both of my wonderful guest bloggers.  And thank you all for you thoughts, prayers, good vibes, and support over the last couple of weeks.

And a big "Hello" to all of my new followers.  Leave me a comment so I can come check your blogs out too.

Guest Blogger No. 2

Today I have a guest blog from none other than Jessica at {Mis}Adventures of a Lifetime.  We have folowed each other's blogs for almost ever.  She's truly great person, funny, smart, witty, and I smile every time I read her blogs.

So here it is.....

Surviving a Loss

Loss.  It comes in all shapes, forms, and sizes.  Some forms of loss are easily identifiable - divorce and death, for example.  Other forms of loss aren't as easy to identify.  Illness, disability, moving, and retirement can all be forms of a major loss in someone's life. 

Family and friends often feel helpless when someone close to them experiences a loss because rarely does one have control over the loss.  When a loss occurs, society's attitude is to not talk about it, in fear that it's too upsetting. However, not talking about it only makes it harder to move on.  Grief is a natural process which has no exact time frame and is experienced in unique ways by different individuals. Supporting a grieving person does not mean you can take away the pain.  If supporting a grieving person doesn't mean taking away the pain, what does it mean?

How Can Family and Friends Show Support?*

• Listen, Listen, Listen! A person who has experienced a loss may need to tell his/her story repeatedly. Show you care by your attentiveness, gestures, and eye contact.
• Know when to be silent... sometimes it is best to say nothing at all. A grieving person may just want someone to listen.
• Be aware that grief has physical reactions as well as emotional reactions on the body. Physical reactions include: poor appetite, disturbed sleep patterns, restlessness, low energy, and other pains. Emotional reactions may include: panic, persistent fears, nervousness and nightmares. Encourage your friend or family member to call you or reach out when they experience these feelings.
• Encourage the grieving person to express pain and stress. By working through feelings such as anger, guilt, sadness, doubt and frustration, the normal process of grief and healing occurs. Continue to encourage communication.
• Understand that grief is an individual process that is bound by no exact time frame. This frame of time involves finding ways of living with memories and the pain associated with the loss.
• Reassure the grieving person that their feelings and reactions are normal and necessary for healing.
• Remember that specific dates or events such as the anniversary of the loss or the expected due date, may trigger an emotional response. Encourage communication during this time. Perhaps a card or small remembrance.

What are some suggestions for visiting someone at the hospital or at home who has experienced a miscarriage?

Just by acknowledging the family's experience and expressing your own feelings of sadness are acceptable. Sometimes when people say "I just don't know what to say," is the most helpful thing anyone can say. Other helpful suggestions include:

• Talk about the baby by his or her name.
• Talk about the hopes and dreams you had for the family and the baby. The parents want to know others share in their hopes and dreams, too.
• Read literature about miscarriage and bereavement.
• Make or buy something in memory of the baby to keep yourself or to give to the parents.
• Offer help with housework, cooking, child care, etc.
• Be sensitive to unpredictable emotional reactions by the grieving parent.
• Understand that sometimes a grieving person may want to be alone.
• Offer to keep baby memorabilia until the family is ready.
• Offer to return maternity clothing or other baby items.

What are some things I shouldn't say or do?

Following a loss, family and friends sometimes say or do hurtful things without meaning to. The following are some potential hurtful words and actions that you might want to avoid when supporting a grieving person:

• Not acknowledging the loss can be hurtful because for many parents it is important to have their experience recognized.
• Asking about how one partner is doing and not the other can be hurtful. "How are you, and how is your partner?" shows you care about both of them and you acknowledge they are grieving in their own way.
• There are no competitions in grief, each person's loss must be respected for the sense of loss and sadness it has for them. Therefore, certain sayings can be hurtful such as: "It was only a miscarriage, you'll get over it," "You're young, you can get married again," etc.
• Don't try to rush the grief process. This only causes more pain and feelings of confusion, loneliness and inadequacy.

Support is NOT:

• About giving advice.
• Criticizing what you have heard.
• Minimizing the event
• Using cliches e.g. "It was God's will"
• Talking about your own story of loss. Some identification may be helpful, but keep it to a minimum.
• Not allowing the person to express emotions such as guilt, shame, and anger.
• Taking over completely may cause potential feelings of helplessness and powerlessness.
• Fixing it (you can not take the grief away).

What are some other ways you have supported a friend or family member in a time of loss?

*Information taken from http://www.americanpregnancy.org/pregnancyloss/mcsupportingothers.html

Kiss and tell...

Hi everyone!  I'm on vacation this week.  Matt's working Monday and Tuesday.  So by vacation I mean, I'm mostly likely laying on the couch catching up on my DVR, maybe watching the Price is Right, and trying to clear my head.  Hope you all have a fantastic week!!!

Today, I have an awesome guest blog from The Impulsive Addict @ Confessions from an Impulsive Addict.  She's seriously one of the funniest bloggers that I follow.  If you don't follow her, you're missing out.  

So without further adieu....

Have you ever broken up with a guy because he was a HORRIBLE kisser?

I have and I'm not ashamed to admit it. Kissing is my thing. I love it. I look forward to it. It sometimes leads to more things (HOLLA) but when you are dating someone that can't kiss, it ruins E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. Are you with me ladies?

When I first met "Beefcake", I was enamored with him from the get-go.

He was super hot.

He was incredibly sexy.

He was hysterically funny.

He was surprisingly charming.

He was a cowboy (which was a first for me!)

And when he finally asked me out, I had dreams about us sucking face.

In my head, it looked similar to this picture:

So after dinner, we headed back to his place for a movie and wine. I had butterflies in my tummy. I knew after waiting patiently for this date to finally arrive, I was gonna make out with Beefcake TONIGHT on HIS COUCH!

And then, the moment that I had dreamed about happened!

And I almost threw up.

My whole entire face was wet.

I couldn't breath. He was literally suffocating me with his saliva.

Did he just come at me with an open mouth? Oh shiz. He did.

I stood up quickly and excused myself to the bathroom so I could dry off with a towel and think about my exit strategy. I couldn't believe that Beefcake was a face-licker. I was crushed (and still a bit wet behind the ears).

After returning from the bathroom, I made up the worst lie ever about why I needed to leave (forgive me sweet baby Jesus) and he looked confused but agreed to walk me out. I was dreading this because I knew what was going to happen as soon as I got to my car.

And just as I had predicted, as soon as he opened my door, he came at me with an open mouth similar to this picture

and what did I do?

I slammed the door.

Right in his face.

And I'm pretty sure I peeled out of his driveway.

He tried calling several times but I am no good at handling confrontation, so I chose to ignore the situation and just hope and pray that we NEVER run into each other again.

And we never did.

Yet.

Please tell me you've had a similar experience?

And there is no need to judge me, people.

Getting a little easier...

First and foremost, thank you all for you well wishes, prayers, thoughts, and good vibes.  I appreciate each and everyone of you.

Things seem to be a little easier everyday.  Some days, I back peddle and it will be worse than the day before.  Ultimately, I think I'm getting better.

The doctor gave me a handful of Xanax.  That helps.  As far as the doctor goes, he thinks I'm fine and that nothing else will have to be done.

I ask myself "Why?" a lot. 

Why couldn't I have this baby but I am expected to financially support others who don't need or deserve a kid? 

Why did I have to see a 16ish year old pregnant girl in the doctor's office the other day? 

Why does my body suck a fat one? 

Why does the world keep moving for everyone else, while it seems to be standing still for me?

We went camping over the weekend.  I thought it would make everything better but it didn't.  It helped though.

I actually made dinner Monday night and last night.  I hadn't done that in awhile.  Matt's been cooking.  I even did some laundry.

In the midst of everything that happened last week, I had to finish my summer class.  I pretty much said F it.  I didn't study for the final and half-assed the last homework assignment. I still got an A in the class.

I also had designed, proofed, and order some t-shirts for the VFW to sell and try to make a little money.  I had to deal with that last week.

I'm sure there were other things I "had" to do last week.  But I don't remember. 

I promise my next post will be a happier one.

Matt and I are taking some time off next week.  Not sure what we'll do or if we'll do much but at least I'll be at home.  With the pups.

Would anyone like to do a guest blog for me next week?  A happy one.  Or a funny one.  Please.