All over the place

- We had my mom's side of the family's Christmas this past Saturday. A good time was had by all.

- Sunday we did close to nothing. Mom and Dad came over. Dad and Matt put up a storm door with a doggy door between the house and the attached garage. The first storm door they put up a couple months ago took them around like 6 hours to do. This one took an hour and a half. They are thinking about doing storm door installation together. But only if they can drink beer while they are hanging them.

- The pups are kind of on a diet. Before we got Miss Princess, the boys had food sitting out for them all day everyday. They run around enough that they don't get fat. They both actually got moistened puppy food in the mornings to help keep weight on them. Miss Princess took advantage of having food sitting out all day. She has gotten a little chunky. She even needs help getting on the couch. So now the pups all get breakfast, moistened puppy food for the boys and moistened adult food for Miss Princess. And then they get dinner in the evenings. Everyone seems to be adjusting well.

- Yesterday was my daddy's birthday. He turned 32 for the 19th time.

- I got my grades the other day. I got all A's again this semester so I still have a 4.0. Matt did very well in his classes too.

- I don't have all my Christmas shopping done. I still need to get two gift cards and a gift for Matt's brother.

- I have a ton of other errands to run before Christmas too. Hair tonight. Eye appointments tomorrow. Miss Princess has to get her hair done Thursday. Need to get to the grocery store. Blah blah blah.

- I need a good cheese ball recipe. Soon. One without 5,000 ingredients that I don't know what the hell they even are have. Please help.

- We still have 5 Christmas gatherings to attend. The good news is that I'm pretty sure I have Matt talked into running away next Christmas. We're thinking Texas.

- I'm not sure if I'll blog again before Christmas. Hope you all have a very Merry Christmas and that Santa finds you all!

Brrrrrrr

I've been pretty craptastic at blogging lately. Mostly because not much has been going on.

I took one final last Thursday. I probably would have got a B in the class even if I didn't show up for the final. I have another final this Thursday. I guess I should probably start studying.

Matt had drill this past weekend. For reason I can't disclose, we are both getting pretty fed up with this Reserves stuff. I guess it's better than taking our chances with IRR but it's a far cry from active duty.

Friday night I started feeling sick. Between Friday night and Sunday morning I took around 20 vitamins trying to boost my immune system and beat the sickness. Sunday I woke up and thought I was going to die.

Saturday night I worked and after work it snowed. Sunday, I called my mom and whined told her I felt like garbage. Mommy and Daddy drove through a blizzard (about 20 miles) to bring me some Vicks, Benedryl (or however you spell it), Kleenex's, chapstick, Vapor Inhaler, more vitamins, chicken broth, and some throat spray. Because you know, I'm not spoiled or anything.

Matt's Commander was threatening to make them all stay over night because the weather was so bad. But, thankfully he got to come home.

I suck at driving when the roads are bad. I'm paranoid as a crackhead about it. I drive like a 90 year old man when there are 3 snowflakes. And my car needs new tires. So needless to say, Matt will be driving me around until the Spring.

I am feeling a little better today. I managed to drag my sorry butt to work. I hate calling in. I'm trying my best to avoid everyone today.

FYI... I'll be posting "Facebook Funnies" Thursday or Friday.

Happy Monday!

Well let's see....

This is going to be another random post because that's all that my brain can put together right now.

• The Cardinals aren't going to the playoffs. I've just now came to terms with that. I'm disappointed to say the least.

• Matt and I have both been extremely busy with school. He has class on Monday and Wednesday nights until 11. I have class on Thursday nights until 9. So basically we get to see each other in the mornings, Tuesday nights, and the weekend. I'm not trying to complain too much, just saying.

• Trash night is Wednesday nights, I've been on trash duty. But I forgot last night.

• All the pups are fine. Princess was in some pain Friday night but was better Saturday. Vinnie came home Saturday morning, hit the ground running, and hasn't slowed down since.

• Last night Princess was even playing with the boys. She acts like she doesn't like them but deep down I think she does.

• Just FYI, I have the best dad ever. He's been over three times in the last week working on doing the electric in the garage. My brother has been helping also. He's pretty awesome too.

• Matt was put in charge of digging between the garage and house to bury the electric line. I called JULIE on Friday to locate where all the lines were. They said they would be there by Tuesday afternoon to check. I failed to tell Matt. He started digging on Saturday and didn't tell me until he came in and asked if the internet was working. It wasn't. He said, "Uht oh." I was like, "What the f-bomb did you do." He said he thought he cut the internet line in half. Yep. Sure enough. But he sliced it back together. And cut his finger in the process. I called him Tim the tool man and made him put his shovel away.

Hope you are all having a great week!

IV sedation rocks my world

Friday I had an appointment to get two teeth extracted at 1:00 p.m. Since I'm such a wuss I wanted to be knocked out cold. My daddy took me. He also took me when I got my wisdom teeth cut out five years ago. My mom showed up and her and dad both sat with me while I was heavily under the influence of drugs.

I was given laughing gas and then the nurse poked me about fifteen times before she gave up on finding a vein. The doctor ended up sticking me with a needle to get the IV in. I told mom and dad to quit looking at me and laughed hysterically. Mom asked me where I wanted to pick up my prescriptions at and I laughed hysterically. I told her, "What's it matter? They are giving me drugs." She said they needed to know where to call it into. I laughed some more and told her Walgreens was "slow as f!@#$." Mom had to leave to go back to work and then my dad kept asking me stupid stuff just to make me laugh. I can't remember exactly what though.

I woke up once during the process and told them the left side of my face was numb. The nurse said it was from the shot. I asked how the IV knew to make the left side of my face numb. She said, no that they had given me a shot in the face. That made more sense. Everything was really confusing while I was drugged up.

When I was finally able to leave, Matt took me by the ice cream shop because I had not eaten all day and I was starving. I got a peanut butter milk shake and ate it with a spoon. When we were on our way home, he looked over at me and started laughing. I was like, "What are you laughing at." He said, "You have that shit all over yourself." I looked in the mirror and it was running down not only my chin, but also my neck.

When we got home, I took a nap with the pups. I think they know when I don't feel good because they behave a lot better. Matt made me some mashed potatoes when I woke up.

The rest of the weekend is kind of a blur. I've kept my pain killers close by. Yesterday my parents came over and dad and Matt played in the yard and fixed some stuff on the house. Today, my mouth hardly hurts at all.

Hope you all had a great weekend!

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Runaway Dog

My mom has two dogs, one of which is a Chihuahua named Allie. Allie is eleven years old, deaf, has arthritis, is as mean as a rattlesnake and to be honest, I'm not real fond of her. I think that's mutual though. She tried to bite me for the first four years mom had her.


Mom gets off work early on Thursday afternoons. About 1:30 she called me and asked if I went to her house for lunch. I told her I didn't but Matt did. She asked me if Matt saw Allie. I told her I didn't know that she should text him. Apparently, Allie had disappeared.

She looked all over the house and the yard for her but couldn't find her anywhere. Mom had to leave to bring her other dog to the vet. I texted Matt too. He said he didn't remember seeing her. By this point dad was getting off work. So, I called him and asked him if he had talked to mom. He said he had and that he was going to go get some beer and drive around town and look for Allie.

I was leaving work early anyway to go to the doctor. When I left work I went by mom and dad's. By this time, mom was home and frazzled to say the least. She was upset because she thought Allie could have snuck out when she left for work. Dad said that he figured the chicken hawk that has been hanging around their house probably got her. (Nice one dad)

I cruised around their neighborhood for a little while before I had to go to the doctor. I honestly thought that she had probably got out of the fence and went and died somewhere. She's not in the best shape and plus she's a weirdo like that. In the mean time, mom and dad and the neighbor kid are all out searching the town looking for her.

When I got back to our house after I went to the doctor, mom called. She said she found Allie. I thought, Oh god, she's dead. I asked her where they found her and she said at the pound.

Apparently, mom called the radio station and had them announce that she was missing. Mom got a few calls from people saying they had seen Allie about 2 miles from their house along a busy highway at 8 that morning. Mom told them that it couldn't have been Allie because she doesn't move that well and couldn't have went that far.

Then a cop called. I guess the cop saw her in the same area that the other sightings occured. He got out of his car and yelled at her and he said she just kept walking. Remember she doesn't listen is deaf. He followed her down the busy highway with his flashers off until she went under a parked semi at some kind of trucking place.

It took the cop and three truckers to get her out from under the semi. In the process, she bit one of them but since she only has two or three teeth she didn't break his skin. They were making fun of her because she's so old. The cop took her to the pound because she didn't have a name tag on.

When mom went to the pound to pick her up the guy at the pound said that he would just let mom get her out of the pen. So, I can only imagine the trouble she caused there.

I'm glad she made it home. The day before her episode I went to mom's for lunch and she was pacing around the table the whole time on the hardwood floor. I didn't want my last words to her to be, "I'm going back to work. You're driving me fu!@#$g nuts." And no matter how much her and I dislike each other, I know when she goes to doggy heaven, my mom will be sad. I'm not ready for that yet.
I liked up with Mimi @ Living in France for F-Bomb Friday.

Family Pics

Of course the first thing mom wanted to do when Matt came home was get our family pictures taken. We were all told that if we were good she would take us all to the bar and buy us a drink.

The whole family





The girls



The boys



The hubs and I





LP and Ab



Mom and Dad




My seester and I



We got to go to the bar.

Navy boys and chain length

I didn't get to go shopping this weekend. My husband was well behaved. I would rather him behave than have nice purses anyway.

I had a busy weekend and once again I am glad it is Monday. I worked Friday and Saturday night. Friday night I went out for a little while after work.

See, my seester went to Hawaii on vacation with some of her friends in March. She met a boy. My sister has never been one to need or have a man. This boy is in the Navy and stationed at Pearl Harbor. He came to the middle of the cornfields to see her this weekend. So Friday night I met up with them. Seester never brought this boy over to meet the family and I'm pretty sure mom is upset about that.

He seems like a nice guy and I'm glad I got to meet him. But if he breaks my seester's heart. I'll be making a trip to Hawaii. He did say he doesn't want to get married... ever. I thought all military guys were all about getting married.

Moving on....

Mommy and Daddy put up a chain length fence in our yard this weekend so now Ozzy can start going to the house with me. He is going to love it.

Everything is falling together nicely at our house. We still have a few things to buy but I want to wait till Matt gets home so he can help pick some stuff out. I'll make sure to post some new pictures soon.

Two weeks from tomorrow I get to go to Seattle, possibly for the last time. (Matt will have to sign out in September, not sure if I'll go with him.) It's bittersweet. Sometimes I love it there and other times I hate it there. I will not miss having to "visit" him there. But I will miss the fact that there is always something to do.

Anywho... have a good Monday!!!

Stressed

I am beyond stressed for several reasons. My parents and I are supposed to go to Washington next weekend to see Matt. It is their 30th anniversary and my birthday is next week. They wanted to take a vacation for their anniversary and have never been to see their favorite son-in-law there. Some of Matt's unit is going to Yakima for training on Tuesday. Matt has been told for 3 months that he would not have to go. Yesterday they tell him that he has to go. He threw a fit and hopefully we will find out today if he has to go or not. Grandma is still hanging on by a thread and will die sometime soon. Don't know when. Maybe today, maybe next weekend, maybe next month. So now mom and dad are kinda up in the air about what they should do.

When I booked the flight for the three of us I did not purchase insurance for them because I thought everything will be ok. I highly doubt that American Airlines is gonna give two shits about any of this.

I don't understand why he has to do training. HE IS GETTING OUT. The only thing he needs to train for is how to deal with me on a daily basis and mow the yard and stuff. I doubt he will learn that through the army. So Mr. Big Shot of Matt's unit, you can kiss my big ole butt. I hate you, except for about two minutes on the 1st and 15th.

Oh and also my new phone is a POS. It's an envy 3. Don't get it.

48 and counting

Only 48 more days until the hubs can leave Ft. Lewis and come home to me and our house. Just wanted to share a few pictures of what I have done with our love nest so far.

This is the bedroom, the actual love nest.


This is the living room minus the couches. Mommy and daddy are giving us theirs but not till they get some new stuff. Notice my sexy pink laptop. Thanks honey.


Dining room.



Picture of my hero by the front door.


Everything is coming together nicely I think. My brother and I are supposed to bring a bed over tonight for the spare bedroom. Mom and I planted a bunch of stuff in the landscaping over the weekend. I'm getting estimates for the rock in the landscaping... well they were supposed to call me yesterday.

I just know that Matt will love it. I cannot wait to make our house our home.

Still waiting

I went shopping with mom and dad yesterday to get some furniture for our house. We got lots of good deals at a place called Weekends Only. www.weekendsonly.com I browsed the website before and wondered if it would all be a bunch of junk because it is so cheap. Much to my surprise everything I bought was very nice and very cheap. YEH for being the bargain shopping that I am (most of the time).

Being with mom and dad for eight hours was a little exhausting but it was worth it and they were pretty well behaved.

This furnishing a house and getting everything all set up by myself is kind of a pain but I know that it will be more than worth it when Matt comes home and we can relax together.

My daddy and I are going to the house tonight. He is gonna do some stuff. Actually he has a whole list of stuff to do. I know I have mentioned before but my dad really is the best and I'm truly a daddy's girl. My dad can do plumbing, electric, and just about any handyman kind of work that I can think of. My dad also reminds me of Hank Hill when it comes to his yard. Tonight one of his missions is to spray the flower beds and kill the weeds. First thing dad did when we got back from shopping was grab an 18 pack of Old Mil and put in my fridge. So I believe I will keep it stocked for him as long as he keeps coming back to do things.

Only 59 more days untill Matt can leave the carwash state and come home for good.