So each day in my life incidents happen, or I hear of incidents that have happened that make me think in my head "ARE YOU SERIOUS??". I have no tolerance for ignorant ppl and as it turns out I encounter quite a few of them every week. So I am going to call this section of my blog, "ARE YOU SERIOUS!" . I would like to share a few of these incidents.
#1-
We all feel the crunch of these times and how money just isn't stretching as far as it used to (in my case it never has stretched). Well occasionally you run into a person who thinks that you are made of money. Example: Once upon a time this lady came in to the salon (a frequent dyer) to get her hair colored and cut, WELL when it was time for her to pay she says to the hairdresser "Could you hold my check until next week? I had to help my son pay his cell phone bill so I won't have the money in my account until next week!" (this is where i say) ARE YOU SERIOUS???? So the hairdress being caught very off guard doesn't quite know what to say. All she can manage is "Is this the only way you can pay?". This client responds "yeah sorry, my sons phone would have been turned off it he didn't pay the bill!". Ok again ARE YOU SERIOUS?? Who in their right mind makes a hair appointment fully aware they won't have the money and just expects the hairdresser to hold the check until she gets paid. I mean honest to hell how friggen ignorant are you to think that that's ok to do. I was totally sickened when I heard this incident, I was ready to track down "miss inconsiderate" and give her a piece of my mind. You don't do that to someone. That is like me going to walmart taking a snickers, hurry and hoover it and when I go to pay I say to the clerk "ya know what I just don't have enough money to pay for this here snickers I just devoured, could you hold my check until next week to cover the cost?!" IG-NOR-ANT PEOPLE!
#2- (oh yes there is more)
When I am sick, I stay cooped up in the house and for the most part under the covers until I start feeling better, to me that is what you do when you are sick. Apparently for a select few ppl they like to go to public places i.e the salon to get their hair done. ARE YOU SERIOUS???? Onve upon a time there was this lady who shows up for her scheduled hair apt a little, no wait, ALOT under the weather. I mean this lady had the goobers in her eyes, the non-brushed breath smell and the greasy lookin hair crap goin on. She sits down in the hair dressers chair and says " Yeah I went to the Doctor, he says I have bronchitis (mean while hacking up a lung)". Ok ARE YOU SERIOUS??? In this salon the Nail lady is listening in and is thinking to herself "you ignorant hag, my bronchioles are very healthy at the moment and I DO NOT feel the need to contract bronchitis at this time." Sometimes I really wonder to myself how this poor hairdresser does not stab the scissors into the top of their head and say "Well guess what, now you have a brain bleed, you better go get that checked out and leave ASAP. We would certainly hate to see you loose any brain function" (if there is any in the first place). For hell sakes people stay home and cough on your own family, cause i'm pretty sure that if I ever run into a situation like that with someone I am going to medicate you myself and I don't think it's legal at this time.
#3- (Still not done)
When I have a Doctors apt that last thing I think about is bringing children with me. BUUUUTT some ignorant fetchers don't understand that when other people are not feeling well and are waiting to see the doctor they DO NOT want to listen to little SCREAMING satans running around and snotting all over the place. Some people feel in neccissary to bring the whole brood when they are the only ones seeing the Doctor. I mean I completely understand that it is hard to find a sitter sometimes when you really need one, but that doesn't mean load up the short bus and bring in all your spaun with you when you are the only one seeing the Dr. Reschedule your apt for another time when you can find a sitter. This one time there was this girl who worked in a Dr's office and one of their patients walks in with 3 lil ducklings in tow, ARE YOU SERIOUS?. The girl thinks "hmm maybe they are all here to see the Doc, it is a great possibility". Well her thoughts were wrong. The mother was the only one to be seen by the Doc this day. I bet the mother thought to herself before she left home "I bet the employess and other patients of this Doctor are just dying to meet my children, and they really want to hear them fight over puzzles and how many suckers they each get, SOOO i better take them all so everyone will get the joy of meeting them!" ARE YOU SERIOUS LADY???? Your children are the spaun of satan I am sure about that and all they have done the whole time is run around and irritate not only the girl but everyone else is the office while you just sit there in oblivian thinking your children are so loved by all! Nothing is more irritating then when you see parents COMPLETELY ignore their out of control children and go on about their business while other have to listen to them. RUDE RUDE RUDE!
This completes todays section of "ARE YOU SERIOUS?". I know you are all prly thinking I am the most negative angry person around, but I assure you I am the complete opposite. It is just things like the above that really get under my skin. I felt the need to share with all. Please feel free to share any incidents in which you felt a little voice in your head say "ARE YOU SERIOUS?
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Our First born! hahah DOB 11-13-2008
Maybe I am a little biased BUT our baby is so damn cute! hahahahah I am a little confused however, How do two peopl with very brown eyes get a blue eyed baby??? I mean I am not complaining at all its just weird! Everyone can send gifts to my new house. We really weren't expecting baby sorenson so soon! hahaha
Monday, November 10, 2008
OKOKOK here it is!
We finally got the internet at our home so now I can keep up with this.
Brett finally arrived home on September 22nd. Wow time has gone by so quickly since then. I felt like Sept 22nd was never going to get here, and now its came and gone. FEW!
Picking him up was the neatest experience of my life. I will never ever forget it.
That day was so hectic, I almost lost my job. The original email I recieved was that his plane was not due to arrive until 9 pm that night, so I figured "eh I'll get off work at 2, go home and clean and still have time to get ready and pick him up" NEGATIVE ghost rider. I should have known better and just taken the day off of work. I got an email on my phone (thank goodness i have that) saying that the plane flew straight from Ireland instead of stopping in Maine so they would now be arriving at 6. Yes thats right 6 pm. I kinda of, for lack of a better word began to shit my pants at that moment. It was 10 am and I was at work and our house was a mess AND I had a bunch of errands to run before hand. SOOOO I talked with all of the other CNA's and they all agreed that I needed to leave ASAP and that they would cover my hall for the remaining time. I went to my boss explained my situation and told her I needed to leave by 12. We both began to try and find someone to come in and cover the rest of the shift, but all attempts failed. At oh about 1130 my boss came to me and told me that if I did not have a replacement she could not let me leave until my shift was over. .. You can imagine my face when she told me that. My first instinct was to punch her in the eyeball and then start crying because I had waited 2 weeks shy of 5 months to see my man and there was no way I was staying until 2. Pretty much I just looked at her and told her that weather or not my shift was covered, I was leaving at 12 and if they needed to fire me over that they could. Long story short I left at 12 not knowing if I had my job or not. (Which in about a month and a half wouldn't matter much anyways)
ANYWAYS I rushed to my mom's picked up the sign I had made ran and got it laminated and rushed home to clean. Luckily I had help and I got my house clean in a short min. As I mentioned before his plane was do to arrive at 6, not 615 not 630, 6. At 530 I realized " OH SUGAR HONEY ICE TEA!" We better leave. We made it to the hanger just in time to hear they were on final approach. Oh yes I was sick to my stomach. Now in case you don't know what a hanger is, it's this great big huge massive shed like thing that planes are put in (i think). Well that was stuffed full of 180 soldiers familys and friends. When it was time they opened up the hanger doors (pretty much huge closet doors opening) and let the family's with little children stand up front and all the women who had babies during the deployment got to stand WAYYY in front and got to see their soldier first (that was pretty cool). They had veterans lining both sides of us (like a run way) with flags, it was so patriotic and an awesome feeling. Pretty soon you see this HUGE military plane being taxied over to us. I am sure you can just imagine the cheers, tears and screams from all of us anxious and thankful families. The plane sat there for what seemed like an eternity. While we were waiting for them to step off the plane I got a phone call from Brett. Oh yes my heart sank. For once a normal phone! YAY! We sat there for another good 20 mins until we saw the first soldiers step off the plane onto the stairs (just a teaser). I was ecstatic, well everyone was. That was until the commander ran up the stairs and pushed everyone back onto the plane. WHAT WHAT??? COME BACK! Apparently they had to sit through a customs speech before they could be released. BORRRIIING! Ok ok ok so finally they all began to unload. I sat and I waited and I waited AND WAITED until finally I saw my baldy walking down the stairs. WAAAAAHHHOOOOOOOO!!!!! I was on my tippy tippy toes trying to watch where he was going to end up so I could meet him. FINALLY, I spotted him kind of wandering out and around the crowd of people and I did the fastest Oprah walk (faster than Oprah). I kind of bombarded him and jumped into his arms. It was the weirdest feeling ever. I was so excited to finally have him home, but at the same time it was kind of like I was hugging a stranger. Me and my whole family made shirts that said "Team Sorenson" on them, just in case he got lost. Anywho it was so awesome to see all these little kids so happy to see their mother/father and all the spouses elated to finally hold their other half. Of course media was there, and I am happy to report the back of me made it on there.
I have a bunch of pictures, but my ma got them developed instead of put on a CD so I have to scan them first. Which will take and eternity as well, so bare with me, I am hurrying!
Brett finally arrived home on September 22nd. Wow time has gone by so quickly since then. I felt like Sept 22nd was never going to get here, and now its came and gone. FEW!
Picking him up was the neatest experience of my life. I will never ever forget it.
That day was so hectic, I almost lost my job. The original email I recieved was that his plane was not due to arrive until 9 pm that night, so I figured "eh I'll get off work at 2, go home and clean and still have time to get ready and pick him up" NEGATIVE ghost rider. I should have known better and just taken the day off of work. I got an email on my phone (thank goodness i have that) saying that the plane flew straight from Ireland instead of stopping in Maine so they would now be arriving at 6. Yes thats right 6 pm. I kinda of, for lack of a better word began to shit my pants at that moment. It was 10 am and I was at work and our house was a mess AND I had a bunch of errands to run before hand. SOOOO I talked with all of the other CNA's and they all agreed that I needed to leave ASAP and that they would cover my hall for the remaining time. I went to my boss explained my situation and told her I needed to leave by 12. We both began to try and find someone to come in and cover the rest of the shift, but all attempts failed. At oh about 1130 my boss came to me and told me that if I did not have a replacement she could not let me leave until my shift was over. .. You can imagine my face when she told me that. My first instinct was to punch her in the eyeball and then start crying because I had waited 2 weeks shy of 5 months to see my man and there was no way I was staying until 2. Pretty much I just looked at her and told her that weather or not my shift was covered, I was leaving at 12 and if they needed to fire me over that they could. Long story short I left at 12 not knowing if I had my job or not. (Which in about a month and a half wouldn't matter much anyways)
ANYWAYS I rushed to my mom's picked up the sign I had made ran and got it laminated and rushed home to clean. Luckily I had help and I got my house clean in a short min. As I mentioned before his plane was do to arrive at 6, not 615 not 630, 6. At 530 I realized " OH SUGAR HONEY ICE TEA!" We better leave. We made it to the hanger just in time to hear they were on final approach. Oh yes I was sick to my stomach. Now in case you don't know what a hanger is, it's this great big huge massive shed like thing that planes are put in (i think). Well that was stuffed full of 180 soldiers familys and friends. When it was time they opened up the hanger doors (pretty much huge closet doors opening) and let the family's with little children stand up front and all the women who had babies during the deployment got to stand WAYYY in front and got to see their soldier first (that was pretty cool). They had veterans lining both sides of us (like a run way) with flags, it was so patriotic and an awesome feeling. Pretty soon you see this HUGE military plane being taxied over to us. I am sure you can just imagine the cheers, tears and screams from all of us anxious and thankful families. The plane sat there for what seemed like an eternity. While we were waiting for them to step off the plane I got a phone call from Brett. Oh yes my heart sank. For once a normal phone! YAY! We sat there for another good 20 mins until we saw the first soldiers step off the plane onto the stairs (just a teaser). I was ecstatic, well everyone was. That was until the commander ran up the stairs and pushed everyone back onto the plane. WHAT WHAT??? COME BACK! Apparently they had to sit through a customs speech before they could be released. BORRRIIING! Ok ok ok so finally they all began to unload. I sat and I waited and I waited AND WAITED until finally I saw my baldy walking down the stairs. WAAAAAHHHOOOOOOOO!!!!! I was on my tippy tippy toes trying to watch where he was going to end up so I could meet him. FINALLY, I spotted him kind of wandering out and around the crowd of people and I did the fastest Oprah walk (faster than Oprah). I kind of bombarded him and jumped into his arms. It was the weirdest feeling ever. I was so excited to finally have him home, but at the same time it was kind of like I was hugging a stranger. Me and my whole family made shirts that said "Team Sorenson" on them, just in case he got lost. Anywho it was so awesome to see all these little kids so happy to see their mother/father and all the spouses elated to finally hold their other half. Of course media was there, and I am happy to report the back of me made it on there.
I have a bunch of pictures, but my ma got them developed instead of put on a CD so I have to scan them first. Which will take and eternity as well, so bare with me, I am hurrying!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Here I am everyone!~
HI HI HI! I promise I didn't fall off the face of this earth, just took a vacation for a min. Ok ok we actually just don't have internet at our house yet, so I haven't been able to update everyone! Brett is finally home! YAY! It was the coolest experience of my life when I went and picked him up also one of the most nerve racking things eveR! As soon as I upload the pictures of that day, I will post them along with the story! Anyways all is well and hopefully here in a couple of days I will be able to sit down and REALLY update this bis! So stay tuned! You stay classy San Diego (hahahahaha)!
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Carni's should get dental benefits!
For this story I am about to tell I would like to set the scene a little bit for you and try to give you a mental image of what I'm talking about. Picture a cracked out menstral case, who has dirt still on her from the county fair and one less tooth!~ OH and it's Peach Days.
Every year around this time we have a wonderful town celebration, Peach Days. One of my most favorite things about Peach Days is the treats that are made available to us. Such as, Cotton Candy, Carmel Apples, Churros and so on and so forth. WELLL this year I saw a sign in one of the windows that said "Spiced Almonds". I thought to myself "hmm I wonder if they are the kind of almonds they sell around Christmas time in the mall? because those are my fav." So I went up to the window and simply asked "What is on your spiced almonds?" A harmless question RIGHT?? Well apparently to one of the Carni Queens it was quite an irritating question, so her reply was "S-P-I-C-E-S!" I wasn't really sure as to why this toothless wonder was being such a snatch and quite frankly I didn't care because that little comment made me boil over with anger. I looked at her and said "WHAT KIND OF S-P-I-C-E-S??????" Wrong thing to say I guess because she was an even bigger snatch and I actually think her last tooth fell out when she yelled back "VANILLA, SUGAR, CINNAMON, HONEY!!!" UUHHHH Oh hell no, she did not just loose a tooth over that question, and I know she didn't just yell at me.. I really couldn't say much back you see because I have all my teeth, so I just said " I'll take a bag of those." What I really wanted to say was " Oh really? Is that why the sign says SPICED ALMONDS? Gosh I had no idea they were being literal when they printed that. AND further more cracked out carni if I taste these almonds and they do not have cinnamon on them I am pretty sure I will march back over here and pull out the last strand of your meth coated hair!!!! OOOOOKKKKK????" I mean seriously it's not my fault she is dipping carmel apples for a living (no offense to carmel apple dippers). Maybe she should have showered more often then McDonalds might have picked her up as a cheerful fry maker! BITTY! Needless to say I was so destrot by this whole incident I pretty much shared it with anyone who was willing to listen, like the other almond guy (who's almonds are MUCH better) who could have given a shit less. Point of my story is DON'T EVER ASK WHAT IS ON SPICED ALMONDS, SOMEONE MIGHT LOOSE A TOOTH OVER IT!
Every year around this time we have a wonderful town celebration, Peach Days. One of my most favorite things about Peach Days is the treats that are made available to us. Such as, Cotton Candy, Carmel Apples, Churros and so on and so forth. WELLL this year I saw a sign in one of the windows that said "Spiced Almonds". I thought to myself "hmm I wonder if they are the kind of almonds they sell around Christmas time in the mall? because those are my fav." So I went up to the window and simply asked "What is on your spiced almonds?" A harmless question RIGHT?? Well apparently to one of the Carni Queens it was quite an irritating question, so her reply was "S-P-I-C-E-S!" I wasn't really sure as to why this toothless wonder was being such a snatch and quite frankly I didn't care because that little comment made me boil over with anger. I looked at her and said "WHAT KIND OF S-P-I-C-E-S??????" Wrong thing to say I guess because she was an even bigger snatch and I actually think her last tooth fell out when she yelled back "VANILLA, SUGAR, CINNAMON, HONEY!!!" UUHHHH Oh hell no, she did not just loose a tooth over that question, and I know she didn't just yell at me.. I really couldn't say much back you see because I have all my teeth, so I just said " I'll take a bag of those." What I really wanted to say was " Oh really? Is that why the sign says SPICED ALMONDS? Gosh I had no idea they were being literal when they printed that. AND further more cracked out carni if I taste these almonds and they do not have cinnamon on them I am pretty sure I will march back over here and pull out the last strand of your meth coated hair!!!! OOOOOKKKKK????" I mean seriously it's not my fault she is dipping carmel apples for a living (no offense to carmel apple dippers). Maybe she should have showered more often then McDonalds might have picked her up as a cheerful fry maker! BITTY! Needless to say I was so destrot by this whole incident I pretty much shared it with anyone who was willing to listen, like the other almond guy (who's almonds are MUCH better) who could have given a shit less. Point of my story is DON'T EVER ASK WHAT IS ON SPICED ALMONDS, SOMEONE MIGHT LOOSE A TOOTH OVER IT!
Sunday, August 24, 2008
OHHHH YA GOT ME!! I've been TAGGED!
TaggeD!
The Rules:Link the Person who Tagged you.
Mention rules on your blog.
Tell about 6 quirks of yours.
Tag 6 fellow bloggers to do the same.Leave a comment to let them know.
1. I have anxiety about my mom driving anywhere by herself or even with my sister. I give her like a 5 min shpill about watching her intersections closely, wearing her seat belt and paying attention to her surroundings. I just have this immense fear of my family dying tragically. I need them to much.
2. I eat my hamburgers absolutely plain. Just the meat and the bun. Sometimes I feel like having ketchup on them and if I do then I have to apply it myself, because they never do it right.
3. When I am driving it's like I become satan. I get so angry at other drivers. I say some pretty nasty mean stuff when I am driving. I wish people weren't such idiots when behind the wheel. "Ummm excuse me jackass when I am next to you you can't just get in my lane. And turn off your damn blinker it's been on for a week now moron!". HAHA and thats putting it all mildly.
4. I have a certain way I have to fall asleep. With my back turned towards the TV and Toby has to be touching my back, and Bowser is cuddled right below him. That will all have to change of course when Brett gets home but for now thats how it has to be!
5. Dogs must eat right?? Well I cannot feed mine. The smell and the feeling of my hand scooping up the dog food makes me heave. I can't handle it. I better get used to it pretty quick beings how I don't have Brett or my parents to help me feed them anymore. Think they could survive without food until the end of September????
6. I love to knit. What do I love to knit the most?? I have no clue. I have like 10 billion knitting projects started and just sitting in boxes or bags. I don't ever finish them. Oh wait I can whip out a scarf pretty fast but other than that they just sit there until I pick it up again out of boredom.
And there you have some of the weird things I do! I hope you enjoyed it all!
Now I tag: Jamie, Emily, April, Stacie, Steph and Jenn! because thats all the friends that I have. hahahahah
The Rules:Link the Person who Tagged you.
Mention rules on your blog.
Tell about 6 quirks of yours.
Tag 6 fellow bloggers to do the same.Leave a comment to let them know.
1. I have anxiety about my mom driving anywhere by herself or even with my sister. I give her like a 5 min shpill about watching her intersections closely, wearing her seat belt and paying attention to her surroundings. I just have this immense fear of my family dying tragically. I need them to much.
2. I eat my hamburgers absolutely plain. Just the meat and the bun. Sometimes I feel like having ketchup on them and if I do then I have to apply it myself, because they never do it right.
3. When I am driving it's like I become satan. I get so angry at other drivers. I say some pretty nasty mean stuff when I am driving. I wish people weren't such idiots when behind the wheel. "Ummm excuse me jackass when I am next to you you can't just get in my lane. And turn off your damn blinker it's been on for a week now moron!". HAHA and thats putting it all mildly.
4. I have a certain way I have to fall asleep. With my back turned towards the TV and Toby has to be touching my back, and Bowser is cuddled right below him. That will all have to change of course when Brett gets home but for now thats how it has to be!
5. Dogs must eat right?? Well I cannot feed mine. The smell and the feeling of my hand scooping up the dog food makes me heave. I can't handle it. I better get used to it pretty quick beings how I don't have Brett or my parents to help me feed them anymore. Think they could survive without food until the end of September????
6. I love to knit. What do I love to knit the most?? I have no clue. I have like 10 billion knitting projects started and just sitting in boxes or bags. I don't ever finish them. Oh wait I can whip out a scarf pretty fast but other than that they just sit there until I pick it up again out of boredom.
And there you have some of the weird things I do! I hope you enjoyed it all!
Now I tag: Jamie, Emily, April, Stacie, Steph and Jenn! because thats all the friends that I have. hahahahah
Monday, August 18, 2008
WHERE IS THE COURTESY PEOPLE????
I am going to share a very sad story that happened to me today. Now most of you who are reading this are going to say "WHAT thats not sad thats HILARIOUS!" BUT I assure you it was very sad.
Buying a house and trying to get it all painted and cleaned before you move in and working 3 jobs is so emotionally demanding, you are bound to have a break down at some point. RIGHT???? Well mine happened today.
Before I left to Ogden to finish up my house I had to stop for gas. So I pull into Flying J only to see EVERY damn pump full and lines of cars waiting. My gas tank is on the passenger side (you'll need to know that in a min) so my only option was to wait for this guy who's front end was facing mine (his gas tank on the drivers side). I be sure to leave him room to pull out, and I turn on my blinker (hahah I don't know why, but I did). Well soon enough I see this 15 passenger van pull in behind him waiting for him to pull out. My first thought? "You son of a bitch, THIS IS MY PUMP and you will not be taking it!" so I inch a little closer to the car thinking maybe Mr. Van man doesn't see my very bright RED car. The guy at the pump finished up and pulls out, well I'll be damned if Mr. Van man doesn't just mosey on in to the pump with out any regard for the VERY BRIGHT RED CAR sitting there in front of him with her damn blinker on waving her arms. My sister was with me by the way and was trying to calm me down because Mr. Van man was about to swallow the gasoline he was purchasing from MY PUMP (yes I'm very territorial)! So as Mr. Van man puts his stupid ugly 15 passenger short bus in park, I am holding up my arms as to imply "WTF dude I was here first!" he had the nerve to just sit and stare at me like he didn't know I was saying the "F" word right in front of him. Well my sister is telling me to calm down it's ok, there are plenty of other pumps here. I am in such distress over loosing my pump that I begin to cry, yes I WAS CRYING. So what does my sister do, she laughs at me as if i'm not in enough stress already. While these big gator tears are streaming down my face I yell out "where is all the courtesy PEOPLE?" like someone was going to answer me. My sister still laughing at me starts to tear up because I am such a mess which just makes my car a big cess pool of estrogen. Needless to say I drive around the damn pumps like 2 more times trying to find a pump that is open while arrogent Mr. Van man fills up all cheerfully! I did pull myself together after a min or so and was able to finally fill up my tank with no interuption.
Buying a house and trying to get it all painted and cleaned before you move in and working 3 jobs is so emotionally demanding, you are bound to have a break down at some point. RIGHT???? Well mine happened today.
Before I left to Ogden to finish up my house I had to stop for gas. So I pull into Flying J only to see EVERY damn pump full and lines of cars waiting. My gas tank is on the passenger side (you'll need to know that in a min) so my only option was to wait for this guy who's front end was facing mine (his gas tank on the drivers side). I be sure to leave him room to pull out, and I turn on my blinker (hahah I don't know why, but I did). Well soon enough I see this 15 passenger van pull in behind him waiting for him to pull out. My first thought? "You son of a bitch, THIS IS MY PUMP and you will not be taking it!" so I inch a little closer to the car thinking maybe Mr. Van man doesn't see my very bright RED car. The guy at the pump finished up and pulls out, well I'll be damned if Mr. Van man doesn't just mosey on in to the pump with out any regard for the VERY BRIGHT RED CAR sitting there in front of him with her damn blinker on waving her arms. My sister was with me by the way and was trying to calm me down because Mr. Van man was about to swallow the gasoline he was purchasing from MY PUMP (yes I'm very territorial)! So as Mr. Van man puts his stupid ugly 15 passenger short bus in park, I am holding up my arms as to imply "WTF dude I was here first!" he had the nerve to just sit and stare at me like he didn't know I was saying the "F" word right in front of him. Well my sister is telling me to calm down it's ok, there are plenty of other pumps here. I am in such distress over loosing my pump that I begin to cry, yes I WAS CRYING. So what does my sister do, she laughs at me as if i'm not in enough stress already. While these big gator tears are streaming down my face I yell out "where is all the courtesy PEOPLE?" like someone was going to answer me. My sister still laughing at me starts to tear up because I am such a mess which just makes my car a big cess pool of estrogen. Needless to say I drive around the damn pumps like 2 more times trying to find a pump that is open while arrogent Mr. Van man fills up all cheerfully! I did pull myself together after a min or so and was able to finally fill up my tank with no interuption.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
3 months already?????
Brett has officially been gone for 3 months yesterday! I can remember back in May I felt like August was so far away, now it's here and I pray that time will pass by fast! So far so good. I have so much going on this month, and so much to look forward to that in no time September will be here (i hope).
Brett is so ready to come home. He is such a hard worker. I wish I could be as dedicated as he is. He has worked 12 hr shifts 7 days a week for the last 3 months. He doesn't like it, but he never complains. That's what I love about him, he may be having a hard time with work, and he'll tell me about it but he never keeps a bad attitude about things. He has been a great roll model for me and his children. I only hope I can be like him one day.
I closed on our home today WOOT WOOT WOOT (I told Brett it deserves 1 more WOOT). By the time I get everything all put together and organized it'll almost be time for him to come home. YAY! Some nights I sit and think about what its going to be like when I see him step off the plane. I mean I know I am going to be beyond excited, but is it going to be awkward? What will we talk about? For the last 3 months all we have been able to do is email once a day and talk about 1 a week. It's going to be weird to share my world with him again. However I cannot wait for him be here and experience normal life again with me by his side.
Stress has become a normal part of my life lately and it is driving me insane. I cannot even explain the feeling when you are signing the closing papers on your new home. Its like a mixture of "oh gosh I'm gonna crap my pants", "What am I thinking", "YAY I am so stinkin excited!" AND "I am a big girl now". As soon as we left, i'm talkin like not even to the car yet I had my Dad call the realtor and ask when I could get the keys to the house. Your not supposed to get the keys until the papers get to the recorder (whatever that is), but I felt a sense of entitlement to the house, damnit it's mine now. Gimme gimme! The whole process of finding and buying a house it the most stressful thing EVER EVER! First you find the home you just love and then you have to make and offer, wait for the paperwork, get your loan all put together and then close. That all sounds easy enough, but its not. It took me from July 5th until today to get everything all said and done. UUHHH I'm so glad its over with. Now I have to move which just makes my insides turn and turn! I have moved oh about 8 times since 2006. I'll tell you what, I will live in this dang house until I am 100 yrs old! hahahaha even if I have 20 kids, they are all gonna have to double up in beds and maybe even sleep in tents in the yard. I will not move again after this! I will soon have newer pictures up of the house and all that jazz. I cannot wait to share with everyone (whoever everyone is). Stay tuned there will be way more to come!
Brett is so ready to come home. He is such a hard worker. I wish I could be as dedicated as he is. He has worked 12 hr shifts 7 days a week for the last 3 months. He doesn't like it, but he never complains. That's what I love about him, he may be having a hard time with work, and he'll tell me about it but he never keeps a bad attitude about things. He has been a great roll model for me and his children. I only hope I can be like him one day.
I closed on our home today WOOT WOOT WOOT (I told Brett it deserves 1 more WOOT). By the time I get everything all put together and organized it'll almost be time for him to come home. YAY! Some nights I sit and think about what its going to be like when I see him step off the plane. I mean I know I am going to be beyond excited, but is it going to be awkward? What will we talk about? For the last 3 months all we have been able to do is email once a day and talk about 1 a week. It's going to be weird to share my world with him again. However I cannot wait for him be here and experience normal life again with me by his side.
Stress has become a normal part of my life lately and it is driving me insane. I cannot even explain the feeling when you are signing the closing papers on your new home. Its like a mixture of "oh gosh I'm gonna crap my pants", "What am I thinking", "YAY I am so stinkin excited!" AND "I am a big girl now". As soon as we left, i'm talkin like not even to the car yet I had my Dad call the realtor and ask when I could get the keys to the house. Your not supposed to get the keys until the papers get to the recorder (whatever that is), but I felt a sense of entitlement to the house, damnit it's mine now. Gimme gimme! The whole process of finding and buying a house it the most stressful thing EVER EVER! First you find the home you just love and then you have to make and offer, wait for the paperwork, get your loan all put together and then close. That all sounds easy enough, but its not. It took me from July 5th until today to get everything all said and done. UUHHH I'm so glad its over with. Now I have to move which just makes my insides turn and turn! I have moved oh about 8 times since 2006. I'll tell you what, I will live in this dang house until I am 100 yrs old! hahahaha even if I have 20 kids, they are all gonna have to double up in beds and maybe even sleep in tents in the yard. I will not move again after this! I will soon have newer pictures up of the house and all that jazz. I cannot wait to share with everyone (whoever everyone is). Stay tuned there will be way more to come!
Monday, July 28, 2008
Excuse me sir!
I have this very funny inappropriate story that I would like to share. I was absolutely floored when I heard this!! (I must warn everyone, there is some graphic parts)
Today at work this girl I work with asked for my opinion on a little situation that happened to her, so I was all ears (I love giving advice)!
Well one night her and her husband went on this double date with some friends (who just got married) to a movie, then dinner and then they decided to go to Tremonton for fireworks. Her friend asked if they could borrow some blankets because they hadn't brought any, so of course my co-worker gives them a couple of blankets for the fireworks that night, and when I say fireworks I mean FIREWORKS!
Anyways, they get to the park and lay out their blankets and sit down. The next thing you know my co-worker looks over and her friends were underneith the blankets "dry humping". Well you can imagine the look on my co-workers face. It was sort of a look of discust, surprise and embarrassment all in one. This went on for a little while, and people were starting to stare (mind you children were at play). My co-worker was so upset she was about to cry so her and her husband got up and went and got drinks. When they came back a police officer came over to them (the 4 of them) and said "excuse me sir?" My coworkers husband replied to him thinking he was talking to him, the police officer says "not you, HIM!" pointing to Mr.Humpy! The police officer takes him aside and tells him to stop and that that was inappropriate, and to everyone's astonishment the kid reply's "It's not like we were naked." By this time my co-worker was so mortified she was about to leave them at the park, forget the blankets she was for getting out of there they could find their own way home. But better judgement got the best of her and they decided to stay...... About half way into the fireworks show, she see's her friend out of the corner of her eye rubbing/itching her stomach. My co-worker was starting to get suspicious so she looked over and Mr.Humpy was licking his wife's nipple right there for everyone to see. My co-worker was FURIOUS! As soon as the fireworks were over they packed up and headed home. The car was absolutely silent the whole way home, mostly because the other couple was sucking face in the back. When they arrived home their friends acted like the night was just beginning but my co-worker had had it! She was so damn mad and embarrassed she just told them she had to work in the morning so they would leave (and they did). END OF STORY!
When my co-worker was done telling me the story I didn't know weather to laugh hysterically or be angry for her. WHO in their RIGHT MIND would go to a park where families are sitting waiting to watch fireworks, and just get under some blankets and start HUMPING! I mean come on was it so necessary to do that in public. My hell you waited how long to have sex with your husband and now you can't even wait a couple of hours. You have to go to a park and scar little childrens lives forever! I would NEVER go anywhere with them again if it was me. If I had been the one doubling with them I would have pulled the damn blanket off of them and continued to beat the liven shit out of them. That couple should be so ashamed and completely embarrassed. Other bystanders went home that night with a story to pass down to all of their children about the morons at the park who were playing pokey pokey and didn't care who was watching.
Moral of the story: If you find it necessary for you and your partner to fondel each other DO IT IN PRIVATE!
Today at work this girl I work with asked for my opinion on a little situation that happened to her, so I was all ears (I love giving advice)!
Well one night her and her husband went on this double date with some friends (who just got married) to a movie, then dinner and then they decided to go to Tremonton for fireworks. Her friend asked if they could borrow some blankets because they hadn't brought any, so of course my co-worker gives them a couple of blankets for the fireworks that night, and when I say fireworks I mean FIREWORKS!
Anyways, they get to the park and lay out their blankets and sit down. The next thing you know my co-worker looks over and her friends were underneith the blankets "dry humping". Well you can imagine the look on my co-workers face. It was sort of a look of discust, surprise and embarrassment all in one. This went on for a little while, and people were starting to stare (mind you children were at play). My co-worker was so upset she was about to cry so her and her husband got up and went and got drinks. When they came back a police officer came over to them (the 4 of them) and said "excuse me sir?" My coworkers husband replied to him thinking he was talking to him, the police officer says "not you, HIM!" pointing to Mr.Humpy! The police officer takes him aside and tells him to stop and that that was inappropriate, and to everyone's astonishment the kid reply's "It's not like we were naked." By this time my co-worker was so mortified she was about to leave them at the park, forget the blankets she was for getting out of there they could find their own way home. But better judgement got the best of her and they decided to stay...... About half way into the fireworks show, she see's her friend out of the corner of her eye rubbing/itching her stomach. My co-worker was starting to get suspicious so she looked over and Mr.Humpy was licking his wife's nipple right there for everyone to see. My co-worker was FURIOUS! As soon as the fireworks were over they packed up and headed home. The car was absolutely silent the whole way home, mostly because the other couple was sucking face in the back. When they arrived home their friends acted like the night was just beginning but my co-worker had had it! She was so damn mad and embarrassed she just told them she had to work in the morning so they would leave (and they did). END OF STORY!
When my co-worker was done telling me the story I didn't know weather to laugh hysterically or be angry for her. WHO in their RIGHT MIND would go to a park where families are sitting waiting to watch fireworks, and just get under some blankets and start HUMPING! I mean come on was it so necessary to do that in public. My hell you waited how long to have sex with your husband and now you can't even wait a couple of hours. You have to go to a park and scar little childrens lives forever! I would NEVER go anywhere with them again if it was me. If I had been the one doubling with them I would have pulled the damn blanket off of them and continued to beat the liven shit out of them. That couple should be so ashamed and completely embarrassed. Other bystanders went home that night with a story to pass down to all of their children about the morons at the park who were playing pokey pokey and didn't care who was watching.
Moral of the story: If you find it necessary for you and your partner to fondel each other DO IT IN PRIVATE!
Friday, July 18, 2008
2 down and 2 to go!
YAY Brett will be home in 2 short months! Time has gone by fairly fast, and I am finding things to do to keep me occupied (such as buying a house)!
Brett is doing good. He works long hours and he still manages to go to the gym over there. I love that about him, he has such motivation and stamina to go and do. Occasionally they get to sleep in and have a little break from the everyday routine!
He emailed me something funny about a week ago. He told me they (whoever they is) finally changed the shower curtains in the shower room and low and behold when he went the next day to shower, the shower curtains are CLEAR! He said "WHO PUTS CLEAR SHOWER CURTAINS IN AN ALL MALE PUBLIC RESTROOM?!" HAHA and to top it all off the sinks are only 2 feet in front of the shower, so while he is shaving and brushing his teeth, he gets the joy of watching some guy scrub his bumb! hahahahahah I think its rather funny. How stinkin uncomfotable would that be, your just trying to get in and get out and while you are brushing your doofies you have a naked guy behind you drying off! hahaha! God Bless the troops because I don't think I could ever do it! I wonder if the women shave their legs???? Over there they have to take military showers which consists of, get in wet down turn the water off soap up and turn the water back on and wash off and get out! I think he said like 2 min showers or something! So it makes me wonder how the women shave their legs if they do at all.... I will ask because I know everyone else is dying to know that answer! hahaha
Anyways over the next two months I will be:
Moving into my new house, and getting it all decorated and cleaned up nice
Go to the BE county fair
Peach Days (which means only about 3 more weeks until he comes home)
And also help my sister out with her lil goslins.
I hope time will fly by!
OH and I want to see if I can manage to obsess about someone else! hahahahahahahhahah (to all who understood that, lets laugh!)
Brett is doing good. He works long hours and he still manages to go to the gym over there. I love that about him, he has such motivation and stamina to go and do. Occasionally they get to sleep in and have a little break from the everyday routine!
He emailed me something funny about a week ago. He told me they (whoever they is) finally changed the shower curtains in the shower room and low and behold when he went the next day to shower, the shower curtains are CLEAR! He said "WHO PUTS CLEAR SHOWER CURTAINS IN AN ALL MALE PUBLIC RESTROOM?!" HAHA and to top it all off the sinks are only 2 feet in front of the shower, so while he is shaving and brushing his teeth, he gets the joy of watching some guy scrub his bumb! hahahahahah I think its rather funny. How stinkin uncomfotable would that be, your just trying to get in and get out and while you are brushing your doofies you have a naked guy behind you drying off! hahaha! God Bless the troops because I don't think I could ever do it! I wonder if the women shave their legs???? Over there they have to take military showers which consists of, get in wet down turn the water off soap up and turn the water back on and wash off and get out! I think he said like 2 min showers or something! So it makes me wonder how the women shave their legs if they do at all.... I will ask because I know everyone else is dying to know that answer! hahaha
Anyways over the next two months I will be:
Moving into my new house, and getting it all decorated and cleaned up nice
Go to the BE county fair
Peach Days (which means only about 3 more weeks until he comes home)
And also help my sister out with her lil goslins.
I hope time will fly by!
OH and I want to see if I can manage to obsess about someone else! hahahahahahahhahah (to all who understood that, lets laugh!)
Thursday, July 17, 2008
WOW! Is all I have to say about this one!
If you have read my page then you will recall a post I wrote in June "All the bigger girls in the world unite". Let me just clarify to everyone the reason I made that post. I wrote that blog because I read something on another person's blog page that lite a fire underneith me and I wanted to share my thoughts with everyone and give MY OPINION (I could have sworn I had the right to do so), that person did the same, she had an opinion about something and posted about it which is fine, I didn't write her and cuss her for it. All I was saying was be curtious and try to consider what other ppl are going to think!
Well this evening I received quite a nasty comment (which you can view on my comment section from my last blog) accusing me of being obssesed with this person and I am the one who is white trash and I will never be skinny and pretty like this girl (very very sad about that, lemme tell you, that one cut to the core ; ) ) and on and on and on! First of all, I never once mentioned anyone's name and I never sent them a comment with a bunch of dramatic hoolah. All I was simply doing was posting a blog about something I felt (which is totally legal). I do not need nor do I want drauma in my life. I have this blog page for a fun way to stay connected and also to see what my friends are up to. If you disagree with my previous blog, great thats just fine you are entitled to YOUR OPINION, but please do not send me slanderise comments (which is illegal) telling me what I am or am not. I have the right to use MY blog page how I want. If you don't like it DON'T COME TO IT! I read something I didn't like so I don't go there anymore, and I never left them nastiness about what they posted. Plain and simple! It's really sad that ppl who are graduated from high school are married and have 2 kids post comments on other ppls blogs to create drama, it just shows their level of maturity and lack there of!
With that said. THIS IS JANDI DECARLO'S PERSONAL BLOG PAGE. I WILL WRITE WHAT I WANT WHEN I WANT. WHEN YOU COME TO MY PAGE, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE IT, LEAVE!!!!!!!! AND DO NOT LEAVE ME NASTY MEAN COMMENTS, BECAUSE I WILL PUBLISH THEM AND EXPOSE YOUR IMMATURE ASS FOR EVERYONE TO SEE! AAAAAAAAAMMMMMMEEEEEEENNNNNNN.
Regular blogging to commense.........NOW!
Well this evening I received quite a nasty comment (which you can view on my comment section from my last blog) accusing me of being obssesed with this person and I am the one who is white trash and I will never be skinny and pretty like this girl (very very sad about that, lemme tell you, that one cut to the core ; ) ) and on and on and on! First of all, I never once mentioned anyone's name and I never sent them a comment with a bunch of dramatic hoolah. All I was simply doing was posting a blog about something I felt (which is totally legal). I do not need nor do I want drauma in my life. I have this blog page for a fun way to stay connected and also to see what my friends are up to. If you disagree with my previous blog, great thats just fine you are entitled to YOUR OPINION, but please do not send me slanderise comments (which is illegal) telling me what I am or am not. I have the right to use MY blog page how I want. If you don't like it DON'T COME TO IT! I read something I didn't like so I don't go there anymore, and I never left them nastiness about what they posted. Plain and simple! It's really sad that ppl who are graduated from high school are married and have 2 kids post comments on other ppls blogs to create drama, it just shows their level of maturity and lack there of!
With that said. THIS IS JANDI DECARLO'S PERSONAL BLOG PAGE. I WILL WRITE WHAT I WANT WHEN I WANT. WHEN YOU COME TO MY PAGE, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE IT, LEAVE!!!!!!!! AND DO NOT LEAVE ME NASTY MEAN COMMENTS, BECAUSE I WILL PUBLISH THEM AND EXPOSE YOUR IMMATURE ASS FOR EVERYONE TO SEE! AAAAAAAAAMMMMMMEEEEEEENNNNNNN.
Regular blogging to commense.........NOW!
Friday, July 11, 2008
I have been tagged!
3 JoYs*
Uno- Getting to play with Brooklyn
Dos- The thought of Brett coming home soon
Tres- My new home.
.3 FeArS*
Uno- Dying to young, especially in a bad car accident.
Dos- Not going back to school
Tres- Never having kids
3 GoALs*
Uno- Go back to school and get done with Nursing, or something
Dos- Pay off alot some debt (I don't have very much, well ok besides my house I don't)
Tres- Loose all my extra weight since high school
3 CuRrEnT ObSeSsIoNs*
Uno- My new diet and trying to follow it as close as possible
Dos- Closing on my house
Tres- Finding a new job closer to my home
I'm supposed to tag three people so I'm tagging Cryssy, Jamie & Stacie!
Uno- Getting to play with Brooklyn
Dos- The thought of Brett coming home soon
Tres- My new home.
.3 FeArS*
Uno- Dying to young, especially in a bad car accident.
Dos- Not going back to school
Tres- Never having kids
3 GoALs*
Uno- Go back to school and get done with Nursing, or something
Dos- Pay off alot some debt (I don't have very much, well ok besides my house I don't)
Tres- Loose all my extra weight since high school
3 CuRrEnT ObSeSsIoNs*
Uno- My new diet and trying to follow it as close as possible
Dos- Closing on my house
Tres- Finding a new job closer to my home
I'm supposed to tag three people so I'm tagging Cryssy, Jamie & Stacie!
Thursday, July 10, 2008
The New Pledge of Allegiance~
My Dad had this forwarded to him, and I thought it was so awesome and wanted to share with everyone, I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did! What a smart kid!
WRITTEN BY A 15 yr. old SCHOOL KID IN ARIZONA :
New Pledge of Allegiance (TOTALLY AWESOME) !
Since the Pledge of Allegiance and The Lord's Prayer are not allowed in most public schools anymore Because the word 'God' is mentioned.... A kid in Arizona wrote the attached NEW School prayer :
Now I sit me down to school
where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of him very odd
If scripture now the class recites
It violates the Bill of Rights
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a federal matter now
Our hair can be purple, orange or green
That's no offense; Its a freedom scene
The law is specific, the law is precise
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.
For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate
God's name is prohibited by the state.
We're aloud to cuss and dress like freaks
And pierce our nose, tongues and cheeks
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible
To quote the good book makes me liable
We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen
and the "unwed daddy" our senior King
Its "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong
We're taught that such "judgements" do not belong
We can get our condoms, and birth controls
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed
No word of God must reach this crowd
It's scary here I must confess
When Chaos reigns the school's a mess
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
SHould I be shot, my soul please take.
Amen!
WRITTEN BY A 15 yr. old SCHOOL KID IN ARIZONA :
New Pledge of Allegiance (TOTALLY AWESOME) !
Since the Pledge of Allegiance and The Lord's Prayer are not allowed in most public schools anymore Because the word 'God' is mentioned.... A kid in Arizona wrote the attached NEW School prayer :
Now I sit me down to school
where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of him very odd
If scripture now the class recites
It violates the Bill of Rights
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a federal matter now
Our hair can be purple, orange or green
That's no offense; Its a freedom scene
The law is specific, the law is precise
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.
For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all.
In silence alone we must meditate
God's name is prohibited by the state.
We're aloud to cuss and dress like freaks
And pierce our nose, tongues and cheeks
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible
To quote the good book makes me liable
We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen
and the "unwed daddy" our senior King
Its "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong
We're taught that such "judgements" do not belong
We can get our condoms, and birth controls
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed
No word of God must reach this crowd
It's scary here I must confess
When Chaos reigns the school's a mess
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
SHould I be shot, my soul please take.
Amen!
Monday, July 7, 2008
I love you Brett!
I want everyone to know that I LOVE BRETT L. SORENSON so much! This man is so damn amazing, he knows just what to do to make me smile and feel loved from over seas. Today I got flowers from Brett. I don't know how he did it but he did and I could not be more happy and blessed to have this man in my life! I took these pictures to send to him so he would know that I got them! So I thought eh i'll post em on my blog for everyone else to enjoy too!
So please feel free to smell the flowers! They smell wonderful by the way!
Me smellling my beautiful flowers~ My favorite color too!
I told my mom to do something funny, and this is what she came up with! I LOVE YOU MOM!
This is a sad sad picture! I look like i'm smuggling marshmallows in my cheeks! haha that is not even funny!~ It doesn't help that I didn't do my make up this morning either!
So please feel free to smell the flowers! They smell wonderful by the way!
Me smellling my beautiful flowers~ My favorite color too!
I told my mom to do something funny, and this is what she came up with! I LOVE YOU MOM!
This is a sad sad picture! I look like i'm smuggling marshmallows in my cheeks! haha that is not even funny!~ It doesn't help that I didn't do my make up this morning either!
YAY! We bought a HOME!
So there is only 2 months until Brett will be coming home and we couldn't decide if we should rent or buy. Everywhere I looked to rent was so expensive and it wouldn't be ours, so I talked to him and we decided it would be better to put money towards a house of our own rather than renting for ever! Plus we can have our dogs and there is room to grow should we decide to! The house is a so beautiful and even more than I could have imagined! Its is the best feeling when you buy a house, to know that this place is YOUR OWN! YAY! no more listening to the neighbors do the deed (very repulsive might i add).
Enjoy the pictures, there will be more to come once I close and can get a key! Thanks for sharing everyone!
This is mine and Bretts beautiful home in Ogden!
Enjoy the pictures, there will be more to come once I close and can get a key! Thanks for sharing everyone!
This is mine and Bretts beautiful home in Ogden!
Here is the down stairs, it's a whole lot bigger in person!
Our cute lil family room, of course that isn't my stuff in the house!
Our kitchen is so perfect!
The bathroom looks small but its alot wider! I love it love it!~
Friday, June 20, 2008
Fun times!
hahah What can I say about this... I'm a freak, and he still loves my guts! 
Me and KyKy went swimming, so of course we need to take pictures.
Perfect time for a kissey face
I made these diaper cakes for the family reunion, for all the prego cousins and Jamie. They are still a work in progress, but I wanted to show off how cute they are right now. The monkey one is Colter's (Jamie's baby's).
This one is Gabriella's (Wendy's baby).
And this one is Marcelo's (Angela's baby boy) My personal Favorite!
We took this one in the jeep the day before he left, we went to lunch!
ANd this one!
My sister was taking picture of us to put in a slideshow for an upcoming family reunion.
He's prly thinking "I cannot wait to leave"
Boy do I miss those kisses!~
Thursday, June 19, 2008
All the bigger girls in the world, UNITE!
Let me just tell you that with this whole blog thing its really fun to find other ppl that you used to know on here and see what they've been up to. Occasionally you find someone that you don't like all that much but its still fun to snoop and see whats going on in their less than perfect lives.. Well on this one day I find this person's blog page and read a little here and there, and I see this post about some dresses that this person has bought and they were bragging about how cute they are, and let me just say they are very cute. Well this person goes on to mention how while they was ordering them online you can choose the size you want and the dresses come in size 10 and how gross that is, that they should not be made in size 10 and that this person should be consulted if someone did buy them in a size 10. This person also goes on the say that they should not even be made in size 7 because bigger ppl should not wear them...... Well let me just say that since high school I have put on a few pounds and I wear a size 8 dress and because of my bigger chest I have to weaar size 10 sometimes and I was so upset and my feelings were quite hurt. I would never get on my blog and post something like that. This person also mentions in their blog page how they can eat and eat and eat and stay so skinny and they look good. If I were to see this person in a dark alley I would not hesitate to bust up their skinny ass, again. Who in the hell uses a blog to pat themselves on the back and at the same time down grade other ppl for the size they are. I laugh about it a little at the same time because this person is 22, let me say that again 20 freaking 2.
These blog pages are fun to use as a way to keep other ppl posted on your life and whats going on. I guess some ppl like to use them to make other ppl feel like shit about themselves.. I mean Kudos to this person for being skinny and stuffing their damn face minute after minute and still being able to stay skinny and rub it in other ppl's face, but come on now. THINK about what your saying and how other people are going to take it and react to it.. I've wanted to write things on here about somethings but I choose not to because I don't want to offend some of the friends I have that read my blog. So I am making a shout out to all the bigger gals I know and saying BE PROUD. Size 10 is beautiful. Don't be ashamed that they use a little extra fabric to make your clothes (and mine), I mean hey you could be a person who is a size 6 and thinks your so damn great but really your the ugliest person because of how your present yourself to others and make yourself look. SSSSSOOOO HHHHHEEEELLLLL YYYYEEEEAAAHHH TO SIZE 10! WOOT WOOT!
These blog pages are fun to use as a way to keep other ppl posted on your life and whats going on. I guess some ppl like to use them to make other ppl feel like shit about themselves.. I mean Kudos to this person for being skinny and stuffing their damn face minute after minute and still being able to stay skinny and rub it in other ppl's face, but come on now. THINK about what your saying and how other people are going to take it and react to it.. I've wanted to write things on here about somethings but I choose not to because I don't want to offend some of the friends I have that read my blog. So I am making a shout out to all the bigger gals I know and saying BE PROUD. Size 10 is beautiful. Don't be ashamed that they use a little extra fabric to make your clothes (and mine), I mean hey you could be a person who is a size 6 and thinks your so damn great but really your the ugliest person because of how your present yourself to others and make yourself look. SSSSSOOOO HHHHHEEEELLLLL YYYYEEEEAAAHHH TO SIZE 10! WOOT WOOT!
Sunday, June 8, 2008
My Knight and my royal key!~
I got this gift from Brett for Christmas and lately I just look at it and smile, so I thought I would share it with everyone so they can enjoy it too. Well and be jealous that I have such an awesome man.
Brett had been asking me for like a month before x-mas what I wanted, but I didn't really want or need anything so he was on his own. Being the thinker that he is he go online and Googled "best gifts for women" or something along those lines. Well he found something that he knew I would just love. Its this wood jewelery box that has a story carved on the front. I cried when I read it, its so awesome. SOOO without further adoo.
(This is what's carved on top)
"There is a legend, born long ago, of a legion of knights who, having been commissioned by their king, were dispatched to the four corners of the world. Their task was to deliver a royal key made of the finest pewter to all that had found true love. The key was said to hold the very essence of true love; for it was a key To The Heart. It has been said that when a knight found someone worthy of this gift they presented a box crafted of the finest wood by the king's own chief artisan. The box was fit for royalty, richly polished and adorned inside with a fine fabric that provided the proper evironment for the king's gift. According to the legend these valiant "kinghts of the heart" still roam the earth to this day. They only stop to bestow this gift when they have found true love.
The legend must be true...for they have found you."
When you open the box inside is a key inside a little velvet bag. It is the cutest thing I have ever seen and the best gift I have ever received from anyone. Not only was it cute but it was thoughtful, which is what means the most to me... AAAHH I have the most romantic man alive. He is always so thoughtful and understanding of my needs and wants.
Brett had been asking me for like a month before x-mas what I wanted, but I didn't really want or need anything so he was on his own. Being the thinker that he is he go online and Googled "best gifts for women" or something along those lines. Well he found something that he knew I would just love. Its this wood jewelery box that has a story carved on the front. I cried when I read it, its so awesome. SOOO without further adoo.
(This is what's carved on top)
"There is a legend, born long ago, of a legion of knights who, having been commissioned by their king, were dispatched to the four corners of the world. Their task was to deliver a royal key made of the finest pewter to all that had found true love. The key was said to hold the very essence of true love; for it was a key To The Heart. It has been said that when a knight found someone worthy of this gift they presented a box crafted of the finest wood by the king's own chief artisan. The box was fit for royalty, richly polished and adorned inside with a fine fabric that provided the proper evironment for the king's gift. According to the legend these valiant "kinghts of the heart" still roam the earth to this day. They only stop to bestow this gift when they have found true love.
The legend must be true...for they have found you."
When you open the box inside is a key inside a little velvet bag. It is the cutest thing I have ever seen and the best gift I have ever received from anyone. Not only was it cute but it was thoughtful, which is what means the most to me... AAAHH I have the most romantic man alive. He is always so thoughtful and understanding of my needs and wants.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Military wives!
Tonight I have been sitting here watching reruns of last seasons Army Wives. At the very end of the last show a bunch of wives are standing there sending off their husbands a overseas not knowing when they are going to see them again, all I could do was sit and cry. No one could ever understand how scary and helpless you feel at that moment. Every second is likely to change. You could be eating dinner and your spouse gets a phone and all the sudden dinner is over and they are grabbing their bags to leave. No time to prepare just goodbye.
Everyone can watch the news or tv shows that portray families that go through this, but until you are the one who has to go through it you never really truly understand.
I can remember about 2 week before Brett left the estimated time of departure was Monday May 12 then 3 days later it turned into May 14 and I remember just breathing a sigh of relief because that meant I got more time with Brett, and then all of the sudden on May 7 he went to a meeting and he was leaving May 9th. When he came home from his meeting and told me that he was leaving in 2 days my heart just sank. I felt like my whole world had just been taken from me, I couldn't breathe and I was literally speechless. I was just staring at him in his uniform in a daze. Part of me wanted to cry and the other part of me was just ready for the goodbyes to be over with. After about 10 mins of saying nothing Brett just hugged me and I cried and cried. Part of you feels so angry, because how could the military be so heartless? how can they just expect the families to just accept what is about to happen? I do know why they do it the way they do but it is still not fair. The other part of you is angry at your loved one for being in the military and doing this to you, when you first get with them you know what your getting into but you just think to yourself "eh its not that bad" I'll be ok and besides they won't be deployed with me. HA!
Once you come to terms with the fact that in less than 48 hrs your going to be alone you become absolutely numb. Every hour that passes by seems so slow but at the same time you feel like there's not enough time left.
When Friday May 9th arrived I woke up in the morning and just didn't want to move and I didn't want him to move. I just wanted to stay there in that moment forever. I couldn't think about how in 12 hours I will be dropping Brett off on base and saying goodbye. I just went about my day getting left over things taken care of before he left. If I ever had time to sit and think about it I just cried. Its a type of cry that I have never felt before, and its unexplainable. Inside you know that he'll be back in a short 4 months (longer for others) but that 4 months seems so so so so far away. While you spend the last hours together you feel like you just want to stare at each other and say how much you love each other, you feel like you need to share all these feelings. You may have shared them before but its different this time.
Arriving on base I had this overwhelming feeling of anxiety. I wanted to just break down and cry but I couldn't I had to be strong for Brett and let him know that I'll be ok. We only had about a half an hour left to touch and hug and kiss and exchange meaningful glances and that is not enough time at all. Pulling into the parking lot we just sat in the Jeep and talked about nothing. I would occasionally let a little tear pass. As we sat there I saw the 5 ton trucks coming down the road, which means it's time to go. We looked at each other and got out of the Jeep unloaded his bags and just embraced. I looked around and I could tell apart the wives from the girlfriends. Most of the wives were very tough and said goodbye like it was nothing, the girlfriends were the ones who were crying uncontrollably and hugged their partner with such an embrace that would make any passer by weap. Thank goodness I had my parents there, because I couldn't have done it by myself. Every kiss you exchange feels like the last. I could have kissed him four hundred fifty million times and that wouldn't be enough.
Being apart of the military is a totally different experience, one that I will take with me every day for the rest of my life. The next time you see someone who has a military family just try to put yourself in their shoes. Its not only our soldiers that sacrifice its also the families that sacrifice, maybe even more. We may not all agree with this war but we all need to put our feelings of negativity towards the war aside and support the ones who have to do it, who have to be over there, the ones who are left home while their loved ones fight for us.
Friday, May 30, 2008
3 weeks down, 13 to go!
Wow it has only been 3 weeks since Brett left. I knew the first month was going to go by slow but not this slow! I swear he has been gone for 100 yrs already.
I just want to share how amazing Brett is and how much I love him. Every girl says they want a man that is like their fathers (not in a gross way). I tried and tried but none could even hold a candle stick to my father, I thought maybe my goal wasn't realistic, then I met Brett. DING DING DING we have a winner! This man is the most selfless person. I have never met a man that is so willing to do whatever it takes to make things work. His main concern is and has always been making sure that I am happy, and he does whatever it takes to make sure that happens. I have never had a relationship be so easy. It takes little to no effort what so ever. Fighting is not in our vocabulary in this relationship and making each other laugh is. When I have little baby girl(s) with him they are going to have the same thoughts as I did towards and about my dad "I want to marry someone exactly like my dad" and they are going to have one hell of a time just like I did finding him. Not only do I get a man that treats me like a princess but I have a man who dedicated to his career and nothing is more attractive than a man who knows whats he wants. Might I just add that he looks AMAZING in uniform as well, couldn't ask for more than that! Every girl should be very jealous that I have an amazing man like him.. To bad i'm not a sharer!
I just want to share how amazing Brett is and how much I love him. Every girl says they want a man that is like their fathers (not in a gross way). I tried and tried but none could even hold a candle stick to my father, I thought maybe my goal wasn't realistic, then I met Brett. DING DING DING we have a winner! This man is the most selfless person. I have never met a man that is so willing to do whatever it takes to make things work. His main concern is and has always been making sure that I am happy, and he does whatever it takes to make sure that happens. I have never had a relationship be so easy. It takes little to no effort what so ever. Fighting is not in our vocabulary in this relationship and making each other laugh is. When I have little baby girl(s) with him they are going to have the same thoughts as I did towards and about my dad "I want to marry someone exactly like my dad" and they are going to have one hell of a time just like I did finding him. Not only do I get a man that treats me like a princess but I have a man who dedicated to his career and nothing is more attractive than a man who knows whats he wants. Might I just add that he looks AMAZING in uniform as well, couldn't ask for more than that! Every girl should be very jealous that I have an amazing man like him.. To bad i'm not a sharer!
Thursday, May 29, 2008
My Chemical imbalance! ITs their fault!
Its not a news flash that I have a chemical imbalance in my effed up head so I am and have been on antianxiety meds since I was like 12 because my parents suck! haha ok not for real, but kind of! While Brett was preparing to leave I was trying some new medication (gosh i sound like a nut case) and it was making me absolutely sick, I could not even function, so needless to say I stopped taking it to let my body get back to normal pH so I could start from fresh. I am not very pleasant to be around, just ask my mother she'll tell you, she doesn't hesitate to kick me while i'm down hahahhahah (I love my mother dearly, we have a special bond, she needs meds too haha). SSSOO while we're sitting here watching tv tonight laughing I made a negative remark and she said " YOU REALLY NEED TO GET ON SOME MEDICATION" I simply replied "WHY DON"T YOU JUST CALL ME A FAT WHORE?" hahahaha You really have to know me and my family to understand the kind of humor that we share with each other. I am incredibly funny at all times of the day and occasionally I make a rude remark here and there and occasionally its quite often.
I wrote the beginning of this blog a while ago, since then I have gotten my whole med situation worked out and I feel much better and I have more friends.
When I went to the Doctor it was a student doctor who first came in to do the initial check up and she asked a whole bunch of really stupid ass questions and quite frankly acted like a damn bitch (sorry no other word for her). Well we were going through my chart to see what antidepressants i've tried and let me just tell you that I have tried all of them, i guess. So she looks at me and says "Have you ever thought of trying bipolar medication?" hahahahah my jaw just dropped and I just stared at her. She follows with "Well what I mean is, do you think your bipolar, have you ever felt suicidal?" I said with a very stern tone "NO". My sister was with me and she pipes up "oh yes she may be bipolar" and let me just tell you that I have never wanted to hit her so hard in my life. At that point I really had nothing to say I was so damn mad. The Doctoe tells me how there is 2 types of bipolar.1 you have extremt up and downs, and 2 you are always down and then you got and all time low and then come back up to just down. Well by this time I had enough and was like "I AM NOT BIPOLAR, I don't have extreme downs for one thing and I am not at a low everyday, and I NEVER HAVE EXTREME UPS AND DOWNS!" so from this she was asking me a bunch of other questions and she asked me why I stopped taking this particular medicine that was in my charts, I said " well it made me very very sick, I just wanted to kill myself," not meaning it in a literal sense and she looked at my sister like I should be committed IMEDIATELY! I was totally kidding, I have never wanted to kill myself therefore I AM NOT BIPOLAR! After dealing with that student Dr. my Dr. came in and gave me the stuff I needed and was so kind about it. He knows me very well and knows that I am not bipolar damnit.
I wrote the beginning of this blog a while ago, since then I have gotten my whole med situation worked out and I feel much better and I have more friends.
When I went to the Doctor it was a student doctor who first came in to do the initial check up and she asked a whole bunch of really stupid ass questions and quite frankly acted like a damn bitch (sorry no other word for her). Well we were going through my chart to see what antidepressants i've tried and let me just tell you that I have tried all of them, i guess. So she looks at me and says "Have you ever thought of trying bipolar medication?" hahahahah my jaw just dropped and I just stared at her. She follows with "Well what I mean is, do you think your bipolar, have you ever felt suicidal?" I said with a very stern tone "NO". My sister was with me and she pipes up "oh yes she may be bipolar" and let me just tell you that I have never wanted to hit her so hard in my life. At that point I really had nothing to say I was so damn mad. The Doctoe tells me how there is 2 types of bipolar.1 you have extremt up and downs, and 2 you are always down and then you got and all time low and then come back up to just down. Well by this time I had enough and was like "I AM NOT BIPOLAR, I don't have extreme downs for one thing and I am not at a low everyday, and I NEVER HAVE EXTREME UPS AND DOWNS!" so from this she was asking me a bunch of other questions and she asked me why I stopped taking this particular medicine that was in my charts, I said " well it made me very very sick, I just wanted to kill myself," not meaning it in a literal sense and she looked at my sister like I should be committed IMEDIATELY! I was totally kidding, I have never wanted to kill myself therefore I AM NOT BIPOLAR! After dealing with that student Dr. my Dr. came in and gave me the stuff I needed and was so kind about it. He knows me very well and knows that I am not bipolar damnit.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Drunk Drivers and their poor victims.
Look at that beautiful little girl and how happy she is dancing with her Daddy. Little did either of them know that this dance was going to be their last, or shoud I say her last.
Look at this man's face and tell me you don't see a kind hearted giving person. His life was taken from him as well.
Now look at this limo and realize that two lives were taken this night. 1. Was the beautiful little girl, 2. Was the kind hearted man. Now here's their story and where it all ended.
July 2, 2005 is a day that will be burned into the families of those two innocent people FOREVER.
On the night of July 2, 2005 after leaving their daughters wedding Christopher, Denise, Jennifer, Neil and their two daughters Kate and Grace piled into this very limo. Little did they know that only after being in this limo for a short time would their lives come to a screeching halt.
24 yr old Martin Heidgen had 14 drinks and for some odd reason decided to get behind the wheel of his truck and attempt the drive home. After driving northbound in southbound lanes for about 2 miles Martin hit the limo head on at about 70 miles an hr, killing Stanley the limo driver immediately. In the back seat was a scene from a horror movie. Christopher, Denise and Neil were all piled on top of each other Grace was also piled somewhere in the wreckage. Jennifer managed to climb out of the limo with an injured leg searching for her little girl kate who had been laying down on the limo seat. Jennifer got back into the wreckage trying to find kate and emerged with something that would stop everyone dead in their tracks and leave them with nightmares, Kate's head. Kate had been decapatated by her seat belt. Jennifer calmly walked to the side of the high way and sat down with Kate in her lap while watching the rest of her famly being cut from the wreckage. After and hour of watching her life fall apart the cop came and told her it was time to go, Grace needed her now. She calmly looked at the trooper and said " NO I am not going anywhere, I am not leaving Kate". The trooper finally convinced her that he would take Kate and watch over her, it was Grace who needed her now.
Stanley was a 59 yr old limo driver who always offered drunk drivers FREE rides home and incidentally was killed by one. His sons explained his as being the best dad, with a huge heart and great love for them and could not wait to be a Grandpa.
Kate and Stanley's lives were stollen from them in one of the most traggic accidents I think I have ever seen. As i watched this play out on Oprah I could do nothing but cry. They did not deserve this, they did not deserve to be taken from their families and in such a traggic manner.
I have sat and thought about this story all day long. We all have been in a situation or know someone who has been in a situation where drunk driving was involved, and never would any of us think that this could happen to us. For those who drink, drinking one seems harmless and it seems as though you are fine to drive and you would never do anything to harm someone else. But because we are a very selfish society we think that just one will be ok and we will be ok to drive, so we do, we get behind the wheel.
I plead with everyone who reads this to stop being selfish and the next time you drink and think your ok to drive, picture Jennifer sitting on the side of the road with her daughters head in her hands, and know IT DOES HAPPEN! It will happen to you, it happened to them!
To check out the full story go to: http://www2.oprah.com/tows/slide/200706/20070601/slide_20070601_284_101.jhtml
Bankruptcy much!
Everyone has been talking about how high gas prices are, but I really believe that high gas prices is least of our worries. Movie prices are through the roof, who ever heard of paying $4.00 friggen dollars for a medium Diet Coke. I went to the movies this evening and now have to claim bankruptcy because it was so damn expensive! I was in complete shock of that. Imagine a little old man at the counter of a small town cafe complaining about how the price of coffee has gone up a whole dollar since the good ole days, well now picture me and 22 yr old young woman at the candy counter harrassing the workers about the price of milk duds and how I used to pay $150 for them. HAHA Imagine that 17 yr olds face looking at me not knowing what the hell to say to me. I am just so upset about this matter, I am not going to the movie theater EVER again until they decided to come down a bit on the prices!
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Chemistry really really sucks! BAD!
So here it is about two weeks in to the summer semester of school and I hate my freaking life right now. I was all positive and enthusiastic about chemistry,I really felt like i would get it and do good. WRONG! I opened the book saw the periodic table and began to heave! I am the kind of person that gets very very stressed and very easy, so trying to read 29 pages of blah blah blah blah copper blah blah atoms blah blah makes me want to stick my head in a bucket of boiling water. Last night i decided to just shut up read the text and do my best, then i started reading and starting crying! I CAN'T DO THIS! I want to know the person who wrote this damn book and throw it at them, and hope that it causes immense damage. SSOO here I sit not doing my chemistry because I am an emotional mess. I have 3 quizzes that have to be completed by 1159 on sunday night! WHAT? who is this damn teacher, because i will cause pain, ALOT OF PAIN! 3 FRIGGEN chapters of some moron going on and on and on AND ON about elements and matter and solutions, I will just kill myself right RIGHT now and i mean it. It doesn't help that my monthly friend will be stopping by for a visit soon, or that my boyfriend is thousands upon thousands of miles away either. So what will i do? I will clean my room because my mother hates me right now and then sit down with this book satan wrote and try to comprehend what it all means and WHY WHY WHY I need to take it!
DEEP DEEP breath, WWWOOOSSAAAWWWW!
I must share something else that has got me so upset that my insides quivver with anger.
In about April I went to this spouses meeting on base, and like I have said before in an earlier blog, the purpose is to prepare you for whats going to happen and such. Well they took a moment to explain to the spouses that are left behind that just because their husbands are gone does not mean that yard work should not be taken care of and further more DO NOT call the squadron and ask for someone to come mow it for you, unless you have medical issues and are unable to, or if you have other special circumstances like you are going on vacation. The whole reason they had to mention this was mostly because of Brett's ex-wife, she would call the squadron during previous deployments and demand that someone come mow her lawn and was very rude about it. Well do you actually think that anyone listened?? NO! About 3 days ago I got on to the spouses website (where we can all communicate complain and plan activites together) and see a post "lawn care", so I open it and read " When will the squadron be coming around to mow the lawns, they did it last year, how do we get that to happen?" and of course my reaction is that of a crazed maniac. WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT????? Are you freaking kidding me?? I yell a couple explicits out loud pull my own hair and continue to fume. My mother just looks at me like I have really gone off the deep end. Who the hell are these women?! Here your husband is over in Iraq fighting the war and you can't even get off your fat ass and mow the damn lawn?, and let me just add that the yards are tiny! I mean come on, the least you could do is mow your lawn, most of these women don't have jobs because they have small children that they can't just leave home by themselves. I'll be damned if these obese explicit explicits get outside get the lawn mower out pull the starter cord thing and push the mower back and forth for about 45 mins. EEEWWWW just thinking about it makes me want to bitch slap them. How selfish and duscusting do they get. I would never in a million years expect or ask for someone to come mow my lawn because my husband is deployed. God forbid you should have to shed a sweat bead!
WOW ok thank you for reading that whole thing, it makes me feel so much better! Please stay tuned for future blogs that are likely to rock your socks!
DEEP DEEP breath, WWWOOOSSAAAWWWW!
I must share something else that has got me so upset that my insides quivver with anger.
In about April I went to this spouses meeting on base, and like I have said before in an earlier blog, the purpose is to prepare you for whats going to happen and such. Well they took a moment to explain to the spouses that are left behind that just because their husbands are gone does not mean that yard work should not be taken care of and further more DO NOT call the squadron and ask for someone to come mow it for you, unless you have medical issues and are unable to, or if you have other special circumstances like you are going on vacation. The whole reason they had to mention this was mostly because of Brett's ex-wife, she would call the squadron during previous deployments and demand that someone come mow her lawn and was very rude about it. Well do you actually think that anyone listened?? NO! About 3 days ago I got on to the spouses website (where we can all communicate complain and plan activites together) and see a post "lawn care", so I open it and read " When will the squadron be coming around to mow the lawns, they did it last year, how do we get that to happen?" and of course my reaction is that of a crazed maniac. WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT????? Are you freaking kidding me?? I yell a couple explicits out loud pull my own hair and continue to fume. My mother just looks at me like I have really gone off the deep end. Who the hell are these women?! Here your husband is over in Iraq fighting the war and you can't even get off your fat ass and mow the damn lawn?, and let me just add that the yards are tiny! I mean come on, the least you could do is mow your lawn, most of these women don't have jobs because they have small children that they can't just leave home by themselves. I'll be damned if these obese explicit explicits get outside get the lawn mower out pull the starter cord thing and push the mower back and forth for about 45 mins. EEEWWWW just thinking about it makes me want to bitch slap them. How selfish and duscusting do they get. I would never in a million years expect or ask for someone to come mow my lawn because my husband is deployed. God forbid you should have to shed a sweat bead!
WOW ok thank you for reading that whole thing, it makes me feel so much better! Please stay tuned for future blogs that are likely to rock your socks!
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Hi everyone!
SO Me and my mother were watching real world together (oh how sweet) and i wanted to send Brett some fun pictures, so this was what we came up with. Ha Ha Ha poor Brett prly just wishes i wasn't so damn weird!
I just wanted to share with everyone that I LOVE MIDNIGHT WALMART trips. No one is ever there and you can look at the clothes without ppl you know looking at you wondering why the hell your buying a shirt from there, because i do, i buy clothes from there. And by the way i bought a swim suit from there that is so damn cute! Know what else I love, i love apples with carmel and this fabulous yogurt ice cream that my mother bought, I don't like them together but individually they are so super great!
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Unseen Heroes
I would like to recognize these often underestimated, unseen, and unheard heroes. This is for the sad military wives, the angry military wives, and the strong military wives. This is for the young women that are waking up at 6 a.m. every morning, laying out clothes and packing three lunches for those small precious children that they have been left alone to care for. This is for the pregnant military wife wondering if her husband will make it home in time to watch their miracle happen. This is for the childless military wife, living in a town or on a base alone where she is a complete stranger to her surroundings. This is for t he women that feel like a third leg when they go out with their friends and their husbands. This is for the military wife that canceled all her plans to wait by the phone, and even though the phone broke up and cut off every time you spoke to him you waited anyway. This is a pledge to the women that cry themselves to sleep in an empty bed. This is to recognize the woman that felt like she was dying inside when he said he had to go, but smiled for him anyway. This is for those of you that are faithfully in that long line at the post office once a month, handling 2 large boxes and 2 small children like a pro. This is for that woman that decided to remodel the house to pass time, and then realized that she had no idea what she was doing and sighed and wished she had a little help. This is for all the lonely nights, all the one-person dinners, and all of the wondering thoughts because you haven't heard from him in days. A toast to you for falling apart and putting yourselves back together. Because a pay check isn't enough, a body pillow in your bed is no consolation, and a web cam can never compare. This is for all of you no matter how easy or hard this was for you. Our marines/soldiers/ airmen/sailors/ coast men are brave, they are heroes, but so are we. So the next time someone tells you that they would never marry a military guy, don't bother explaining to them that you can't control who you fall in love with. Just think of this and nod your head, know that you are the stronger woman. Hold your heads up high, hang that flag in your front yard, stick 100 magnets on your car, and then give yourself a pat on the back.__._,_.___
Monday, May 12, 2008
P.S I love you
So the last week that Brett was home we went and rented some movies, all of which were spectacular! We rented "Lars and the real girl" HILARIOUS!! but at the same time heartbreaking! P.s. I love You was also one we got, and let me just tell you that this movie is just so super great! I was so emotional because i knew that Brett was leaving that I cried aT every damn part in the movie, i could not contain myself the tears just kept rolling.... at one point my dad came down stairs and just stared at me not quite sure what the hell to think, and he started to laugh, apparently my emotional distress cheers him up. SO there is this part in the movie where she hasn't left the house for 3 weeks and on her birthday her friends and family show up to cheer her up and she is having this private performance for her husbands ashes HAHAHAHA she is just belting out this song (this also made me cry hysterically) and was very stunned when she turned aroung and her friends were watching her (i cried more at this part). hhhmmm after rereading this umm i forgot where i was going with this lil story of mine so i guess i'll leave it at that! I really like those movies anyways and everyone should go buy them and share in my happiness.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
First stop....MAINE!
Brett left Utah at about 8 this morning and his first stop was in Maine. They had vets there to greet them and give them lots of prizes (that would be my favorite part). There they had to sit for just a short while and off to Germany they go before heading somewhere else to get to IraQ~ Ok that trip alone would make me tell the military where to go! I don't know how they do it but i'm glad they are the ones who do! ANyways they had ppl there taking pictures of them and they were posted shortly after they left. I nabbed a few (only ones of brett) to put on here!~ He looks tired and miserable, he must miss me a whole bunch ;)
Look at Mr.Smiley next to him! Brett wouldn't smile if you had a gun to his head! I love this picture! If you knew brett like i do, you'd know exactly what he's thinking!
Look at Mr.Smiley next to him! Brett wouldn't smile if you had a gun to his head! I love this picture! If you knew brett like i do, you'd know exactly what he's thinking!
He is clear clear back in the corner! I can see his bald head!
Oh how i miss him already!
Ok i don't know who this kid is, but i do want to know where is his mother?? SHouldn't he be breast feeding still?? He is not old enough to be traveling alone, i wonder if the stewardess had to sit with him~ hahahahah
He loves how ppl greet them and show their appreciation towards the troops! nothing makes him happier, well cept me!~
Friday, May 9, 2008
"Oh he's leavin on a jet plane" See you soon baby!
As of 1100 pm tonight I had to drop my baby off to leave for Iraq. I had to keep it a secret now for almost 2 weeks and boy was it KILLING ME! I mean usually i have a pretty big mouth about "secrets" so this was especially hard to keep quiet! I am glad that the goodbye's are over and the 4 months can now begin! I am so proud of my baby for the things he does, this is his 4th year in a row going to Iraq and it can't be easy leaving your life behind. Brett i love yer guts right to pieces i am so proud of you and cannot wait to have you home!
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Our memory boxes!
So this is how this one goes.. A couple months ago i went to this spouses meeting on base, the purpose is to explain what is going to happen with your husbands/boyfriends while they are in Iraq and to teach you all this military squeebish ( i made that word up just barely, i think) so you'll know what to expect while their gone. ANYWAYS they had this huge table full of books and a bunch of other informational things that were free for the taking, so of course i need to take one of each (i am very nervous about this whole deployment). One of the books is called "Long distance relationships" it gives a WHOLE bunch of fun things you can do to stay connected and keep the communication alive while your apart. One idea was a "memory box", you get a lil box and put stuff in it or in our case ON IT. The purpose is when your feeling a little sad and down about life you just simply open your box and look through the stuff and it will or should bring a smile to your face. So here are the boxes we are in the process of making! ENJOY!!
I always tease him about getting me a ring, it drives him crazy!
My famous saying is "DDDOOOIIIINNN??" and usually he'll say it back to me!
Ok this one is funny. Without fail anytime Brett leaves the room i always end up having a question or need something so i yell "BBBBAAAAABE". We laugh about it all the time!
He is so artsey fartsey!
"your pooping your little space pants" this is the commercial with the volkswagon bug and the astronaut. The first time we saw this commercial we DIED of laughter for hourss.
This one is from nickelodeon, i can't even explain it, brett can mimick that commercial word for word.
This says it all by itself!
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