Facebook Friday

Okay, so since I was on a work trip 2 weeks ago, and Spring Break last week I know I have been really behind in updating the blog.  Life has just been crazy busy.  However; I want to back track to a Facebook Friday post that I saw last week and again just thought...holy hell there are some crazy ass people on my friend's list.  I suppose I should delete them, but pure entertainment at no charge for me.  So many things to say about this one....

 

"i hav a thought to share "it really is so unfortunate when u befriend someone & u boost there self confidence&just b an awesome girlfriend TO HER!& in return she breaks in ur house& robs u blind!That completely SUCKS!I guess i need to learn how to judge & c through fake ass people better!& u know who u r!let me tell u "

Spelling obviously is not important in the world of FB. Neither is proper punctuation?!? Really, WTF?!?
As far as her friend, wow, what a piss poor judge of character. I would like to think I know my friends well enough to know they are not going to rob me. And for those of you that are thinking about doing it, I don't have anything of value. Well, I suppose Dave, but be warned, he has RLS, sucks at laundry, and NEVER sleeps... But enjoy:)

Brrrr..

March 26th and it is a nice warm 27° outside.  Gotta love a Midwest winter that just doesn't want to end.  For that reason, no 10k for me today.  I donated my money to the Wounded Warriors. I am sure they don't care if I got out there and froze my ass off.  Plus, I can't justify taking B and M out in this being that their sitter is sick.  So, it was definitely a win for everyone, well except Dave.  He thought it started at 8:30 and was there by 7:30 -- because I mean everyone gets there an hour before start time right?!?  Around 7:45 I received the phone call that starts "I am such a damn idiot, the race isn't until 9:30 and I am the only one here. Oh, and its cold to boot."  No comment on my end as I was loving the warmth of inside the house:)

Tonight I am hosting a party for Dave's female Marine Options.  Personally, I don't think he grants them the attention they deserve so being we are exiting this duty station I am doing something for them.  An Italian dinner and a massage therapist that is coming in to do a foot pressure point massage on all of them.  I suppose it's my way of saying "Sorry you were treated as if you had a penis the past three years."  Joking, I know Dave provided amazing training to them (as they idolize him), but I am yet to meet a female Marine who is a grunt and I know he did not touch on any other MOS's (job specialities for those civilian readers).  Hopefully they enjoy it.  I mean I am starting the meal with Lasagna soup, whats not to enjoy?!?

I am off to DC tomorrow for a week of training.  This is the first time that Dave has ever been left alone with the kids without my mom around to assist.  I have already sent Matti's teacher a note apologizing if she shows up in the wrong uniform on the wrong day, forgets homework, lunch, and hasn't had her hair brushed.  I have left Dave a 3 page list of items that needs to be done.  I am certain come Friday he will have Welcome Home signs hanging along the Toll Road for me:)  Keep your fingers crossed for him.

Facebook Fridays

I have decided that I am going to start a new weekly post.  Facebook Fridays will be the most out of control FB Status update I have seen all week.  I obviously will not use the person's name just because I don't feel like dealing with the fact they might not appreciate it.  However; if you happen to see your post on here you can own up to it, or simply move on.  But I will be watching!

Drum Roll.......

"Damn, I love my life!  You know it is good sex when two days later ur stomach muscles are still crippled from long intense sex.  I love my man."

We shall refer to her as the "ab crippler".  I can't wait to bring this up in random conversation with people..."Hey, Have you ever had your abs crippled".  Or at a high school reunion..."Wow, its really been a long time since you crippled my abs."  There are so many possibilities for these two little words.

I can't believe what some people will toss out on FB.  It really does amaze me.  Maybe I should post on Dave's wall and ask if he wants to play a game of ab crippling.  I must say I am intrigued if she has a six pack....

Happy Facebook Friday!

Pamper Days

I threw a baby shower for my dear friend Karen a few months back.  As a token of her appreciation she purchased an "Infusion by Deidre" at a local spa called Selah.  Can I just say, I begged Deidre to come home with me?!?  This was a massage followed up with one of the most amazing facials I have ever received.  I have been contemplating botox for a few months now for some of the fine lines I am starting to see.  Especially the one between my eyebrows.  This is more of a stress line I am told, and I must wear the weight of the world on this one little crevice because to me it appears to be as deep as the St. Joe river that runs behind my house.  I explain all of this to her, and she states that in the facial today she is going to provide a Hungarian Botox and massage into the fine lines.  It was amazing.  And I am sure it is probably my mind messing with me because I loved the experience so darn much, but I really think it is not as prominent as it was!  And my face just feels refreshed and renewed.

After I left I made a pact with myself after I already scheduled a follow up massage, once a month this facial is going to happen.    Granted I only have a few months left with Deidre, but surely in the desert there is someone that can do this.  I mean stepping outside when it is windy should provide the best exfoliation treatment ever.

Thanks Karen!  This was an amazing gift!!

10K

I am always a sucker for a good cause.  This Saturday is the annual Wounded Warrior run on ND.  Last year I did it while pushing B and Dave pushed M.  I ended up walking the majority of it because lets face it pushing around what feels like a few bags cement on a rocky trail is not the most fun I have ever had.  But regardless, I finished and walked away with my tshirt.  This year we have decided to get a sitter for the kids.  Now I have no excuse not to run it.  Well, unless you count the fact I haven't ran at all for a little over a month and I am sure to feel like my lungs are collapsing before I even hit the first 1/2 mile of the race.  I have been to they gym on a weekly basis busting out some elliptical, the bike, and some yoga, but nothing that is preparing me really for this race.  And I really shouldn't call it a race as I am sure I will not come close to winning.  In my mind it is just a run, a long painful run that I shall endure with no training.

So, wish me luck on Saturday.  The goal is to finish.  I do plan to run at least 3 miles between now and then to "loosen" me up a bit.  I am sure it won't help.  I suppose it shouldn't matter if I finish with the 60 and over age bracket, I can just tell everyone I fell back to run with them to make them feel good about themselves.  Watch these oldies will more than likely circle back and pick me up...

Welcome to the High Desert!!

Unlike most, I look forward to checking my mail on a daily basis.  Only because a few friends and I have a "sussey" exchange every month and you know how I love to receive susseys.  Today was no different, I go to the box open it and waiting for me was nothing other than a sussey from Marine Corps Base Twentynine Palms.  It is an envelope that must have a roll of tape attached to it jammed into my mailbox.  I bust it open and the front page reads "Welcome to the High Desert" with a smiling cactus.  Whoever works in marketing should be fired.  I already know there is a cactus show me a good looking man, show me the ocean with the comments: "You can enjoy this in only a few short years"..anything but a cactus.

As I am flipping through my documents (there are at least 100 items in this folder) I am looking for items that are going to benefit my kids.  I don't need to know the benefits of a commissary (military grocery store), I live in the civilian world right now with no baggers, trust me I know what I am missing out on from the commissary.  Then I come across the "Marine Corps guide to quit smoking"...when did the MC become the surgeon general?  And really, if the MC wanted people to quit smoking, why not just make it an order and hand out nicotine patches.  Instead lets print fliers and have a class.  It also appears that Sandra Flanning wants to offer me financial advice as she included a letter of how she can help me apply for a home loan, car loan, credit card, checking account, and savings account.  Hell, if she is getting paid for that, I should start my own business of telling people how to manage their money.  Sadly, I know there are people out there who do need "guidance" but if you can't fill out an application, you need an education to go with it.

My most favorite documentation in my packet "Desert Survival".  Keep in mind this guide does NOT specify if you are in the desert and cannot see anything but sand for miles, its just states for the desert environment.  So, I am applying this to the entire area to include my house on base.  I should keep the following:

Water -- Drink prior to becoming thirsty and test urine often...clear = good; dark = bad.  I realize if I mention this to M or B they will be staring at the toilet for an hour trying to decide if they need more water, especially B,.

Purification Tablets for Water -- I hope they sell these at the commissary as I have no idea what they are, but I think my bottled water would already be purified?  And lets face it after hearing about the base water, the Harts will not be drinking that.

Metal Signal Mirror -- so I can shine to all of my friends on the East Coast to give a daily "What's Up"?!?

Flint and Steel -- Hopefully this is next to the purification tablets.  No idea what it is or what I would do with it.

Knife -- ha..trust me where Dave Hart lives there will be knives

Writing Pad and Pencil -- when its cloudy and I can't flicker my mirror signal I shall write my East Coast friends on this day.

Hat -- I am guessing because I am going to be sweating like a whore in church and I need something to keep the water out of my eyes.

Compass -- in case I get lost on base?!?  This needs to be updated, I now have a GPS

A light colored whistle -- so I can blow at the kids when they are too loud and I am lost?!?

Poncho -- to protect myself from the daily rain storms?!?

Looks like I need to go shopping to prepare myself, the last paragraph states I should have these items on me at ALL times (ALL is bolded in the flyer).  I am shocked mace isn't on the list...you all know I have plenty of that around:)

Granted there is some good information about the schools, etc.  But the majority of it I really have to laugh about.  Now off to watch the video they included.  Yes, I said video!

Bathroom Break Ins/Happy Birthday Charlie

I clearly have no time to update this blog on the weekend.  Between the kids (to include Dave)  my time is stretched so thin.  It's almost as if they don't see me for 30 seconds they all have to come hunt me down.  They all remind me of little koala bears that have to be attached at all times. This includes if I am in the bathroom.  It is nothing for B  to bust in on me and want to know if I know what he did with his police car.  Granted after he asks he will always turn around and say what are you doing?  My response is always...looking for some sanity buddy.  Then he skips out.  For whatever reason the lock on the bathroom door downstairs doesn't work properly.  Not sure if this is a fluke or my contractor just played a cruel joke on me when he built the house after he saw the kids.  And I know that I could get a new door knob, but who has the time?!  Or I should say who has the skills to change it?!? 

I told Dave I am in need of an Eat.Pray.Love month.  I don't think I would go hang with elephants, gain 40lbs, or live in a meditation compound.  Instead I would find a home on the beach, maybe become BFFs with Jimmy Choo, and yoga.  I could do yoga everyday if I had an instructor forcing me up from my beach chair.  Quite confident none of this is going to happen anytime soon, so I will just live the dream of not being allowed to go to the bathroom in private:)

Sunday we went to my mom's to celebrate Charlie's birthday.  Charlie's birthdays to me are milestones.  Four years ago his doctor told him he thought he would only make it 4 months after his cancer diagnosis.  Four years later he is still going strong and cancer free.  I believe in a higher power and I believe in mind over matter.  I think he not only physically beat the disease with  poisonous cocktails that came in the form of chemo and radiation, but he beat it mentally as well.  He truly is the best stepfather I could have ever asked for.  And I am thankful he is still with us celebrating his birthdays. 

Now off to a surprise baby shower for M's teacher.  I wonder if I should put on the card..."Enjoy your moments of silence in the bathroom while they last"?!?