VSU - Vaginal Support Unit

 This is my B! B is my partner in crime and she is pretty damn cool. When I moved to Texas, I realized that due to the nomadic lifestyle that my family lives, making true friends are a rare commodity. Thusly I embraced my true longdistance military girls I've kept throughout my moves. They are my rock, my happy place! So I've been more more guarded about letting people close to me.

But B busted her way right around that wall I've built proving to me that God brings you the most amazing things even when you have been beaten down. She doesn't replace those special friends of my heart, like my Purse-shoe-loving photographer girl, my lifeline Coach boot wearing Okie turned perpetual Cali perfectly coiled and dressed girl. Nope she is the final addition to the trifecta that is H4G Team of Masterminds For World Domination.

So when my girl wanted to go and get her first tattoo (the last of us trifecta to have one), B decided in true B fashion to go big or go home. So what do you do when your girl wants to go get that bad boy done.

Well you go with her. And then you do whatever is needed.......

 Like holding her hand

 Remind her that after the first five minutes, you'll hit the plateau where the pain merges together and becomes almost the new normal.

 Taking pictures with her phone so you can show her the progress.........

 Use her phone to take stupid pictures of yourself................

What you want see is the picture of is when they went on her side and I had her in a headlock with her legs pinned between mine. I was hunched over her, helping the tattoo-ist keep her side still and in place while she had a death grip on the back of my jeans prompting a perma wedgie. Ouch.

But she got'er done baby! And I was a good VSU damnit!

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Working Girl

So after a few phone interviews and a few in person interviews, I beat out 502 other people for a job. I start Monday. I have an office and a door. I get to wear jeans cause I'm not anywhere near customers. It's a district level job for a company that I actually use so that's pretty cool. I'm someone's assistant. I'm a little stressed about the juggles of going back to work while my babies are at school and then home afterwards but I'll make it work. I always have. So here I go...........

Unless the phone rings today. However, cause I happened to answer a call yesterday about a possible position. Cause I'm an idiot. But it's in the Lord's hands.

We'll see.

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I Scare Myself

What a productive day for somebody running on 4 hours of sleep! We were up till past midnight, me helping Dave with his math class and he cursing his math class. Dang math class.

This morning saw us in the "get the kids' butts on the bus on time" run being that we forgot to lay out clothes, pack lunches, and gather books last night as usual. Fun!

Dave got a local assignment so he'll be home for the holidays! Yeah! So he was off to the refinery for a couple of hours this morning.

I got off my butt and cleaned the house. Indulged and watched me some Glee.....snicker: Beast!

I hit Walmart early: grabbed the few things we needed then while standing in line my heart started hurting. I smelled my mom. Turn around and there was a sweet lady unloading her buggy behind me. Before I could think about it, I told her she smelled like my momma. She smiled and said that was sweet. I told her that my momma was in another state and I missed her. So she opened her arms and gave me a huge hug, saying it was from my momma. I smelled like my momma for an hour afterwards. That really lifted my spirits.

On to the primary school, where I was decorating yet another door. This time it was for VET's day. I had a blast. Earlier in the week, Dave and I went to the school with a bunch of military hats and after he taught the kids how to salute, we took their pics. The door was an explosion of little kids saluting! Then they each wrote a sweet note thanking the vets for their service. Tomorrow I'll post pics in honor of Vet's Day. One of my favorite holidays! One of the most deserving recognition days.

I got home just in time for Dave to come in and we hurried up and took a nap. I felt so much better.

We got the kids off the bus and promptly planned our next project. We are doing the Operation Christmas Child, you know....stuff a shoe box for Christmas. We have pledged to do 8 this year and we all hit up Walmart to pass on the blessings. What fun that was! We got everything bought as a family and Saturday night we'll sit down and actually stuff our boxes for drop off next week.

Please, I encourage you.....stuff a shoe box this Christmas for some kid somewhere in this world who won't have a Christmas.

I keep reminding my kids that it's important to spend some time being self-less rather than self-ish! Spread some Christmas love. $15 can really stuff a box peeps!

And now that I'm running on fumes...........I'm gonna go hold down the couch....that sneaky bastard keeps trying to run away!

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Wow, lesson learned

 So in July of last year my kid went into surgery, removing her tonsils. It wasn't an unforeseen thing and it was done pretty quickly so we just did what we had to do. Yet another reason why God left me in Utah, my momma was onsite.... really gotta make a plan to get me and my parents in the same area again... but when my mom sent me some pics I dug these out. And damn near cried, more on that later.

My baby did great. She came out healthy and everything went smooth. She even felt well enough to play cards in the recovery room. Ummm please don't think that we be gamblers and such (come on, we b baptist yo), cause we just really like to play. Rummy, gin rummy, poker, push. We'll kick your ass. But not for money, cause we don't run like that...remember baptist.

But a few short months after this incident, my momma was in the same position. Standing over her daughter in a hospital bed. It really breaks my heart to realize that those fears and loss of control I felt when it was my baby in that bed, was magnified to my mom when I had to have my life changing surgery.

Here's to momma's.

The good ones. The ones who will kick your ass when you need it, regardless of your age. The momma's who will kick someone else's ass if they cross you. The momma that will drop everything and run, just because you sound like you might need her. The momma that will never let distance be of any importance in your relationship.

So momma, I'm your mini-me in so many ways but if I ever go to be half the woman you are...the world had better watch their back. Not only do I wanna be just like you, but I hope that my kids see me as I see you.

Love,

Your favorite daughter

(cause the other one doesn't count, snicker)

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Bringing Sexy Back

After being married for 14 years, can I just say that I'm here to show you what sexy is.....

Murphy inspired, scottie dog jammies.

(not to be worn to Wal-Mart)

I'm bringing sexy back peeps. One set of flannel jammies at a time.....

Forget lace and see through crotchless panties, that b nasty and tasteless!

This is where it's at.

Seriously though, this is where my sweet hubby raises his eyebrows cause he's used to seeing me in mixmatch clothing out of his closet to sleep in.

Sigh, I remember when I used to have hot sleepwear...then kids started coming into my bed in the middle of the night.........Dave and I have doubled our evening wardrobe.

One day those babies are gonna go off to college and it's gonna be like dating all over again. Hmmmm, something to look forward to.

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Sobfest

The roar of his disel has faded. I sat on the steps and after I lost sight of his truck, I could still hear it till about 3 blocks away. He's off to his next assignment, on his way for a day of driving. Travel mercies for my man today please.

We had such an amazing week. The kids are just thriving here and it's nice for him to see that part of our lives. I also love having him 24/7 when he is home. We get so much more time together. Although that does mean that I have one extremely filthy house to clean right now though, Mr. Distraction is very good at pulling my focus away from cleaning for fun stuff or little errands. He's a nice fit for my OCD side.

I did manage to pull out two A's on my finals this past week too. That was such a relief. And when it was all said and done....I heaved that damn financials book out in the yard where someone must have trashed it cause it's gone forever. I hated that class but the efforts was worth it, I made a high A in it. Perserve!

Now I have a ton of things to get done playing catch up on my little chores and the projects that I have lined up to keep me busy. Then Murphy and I have to keep the yard free of squirrels and do our flowerbed weeding.

Toss me a mental hug, cause as often as we part, it's still hard.

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So I Threw Up

I have this thing for shoes......I think that is a well documented fact. Another horrible confession is my love of purses. I collect them and unless they are seriously worn I keep them (until Dave sees the full purse box and makes me weed some out).

I love purses from expensive designers, I love purses from feed stores, I love purses from the clearance rack at JC Penneys. I'm totally not prejudice from where my purses come from. However, I like a purse that is a little odd, a little distinctive, some might say a little ugly but I have my own style.

So this weekend, while my girl was visiting we were talking purses and I told this story....

I have been given my four most expensive purses. I didn't personally buy them, cause I'm so dang frugal that I have a hard time parting with alot of money for a purse, even if I do lust after them. The problem is that my purse fetish has become kinda of well known fact.

The King Ranch purse: purchased by the husband for my anniversary one year. Cause he knows me, and spoils me. I still carry it.

The Brighton bag: a parting gift from the board of directions I served when we got military orders to take us out of state. Gorgeous purse, still looks brand new, still carry it.

The Michael Kors purse: passed to me via a girlfriend who didnt' care for the color....it's the one I'm carrying now.

However it's the last one that made me sick, seriously!

Two years ago, the VP that was one of my supervisors went overseas on vacation with his wife. A few short weeks later, wife came into the office handing out sweet little bags of candles and goodies to everyone. Except me. She smiled, hugged me and left me a box. I opened it and about died. It was a great knockoff version of a Louis Vuitton purse. The VP and his wife made my day just by thinking of me but I haven't really carried it because it looks a little dainty to carry my gun around with me.

Except when my girl was here, she and I were talking bags and I mentioned this one. She pulled it out of the top of my closet and examined it. Then looked up the serial number from the inside of bag.

It's a real Louis Vuitton bag.

That's sat for 2 years in my closet.

I moved it to the safe.

Crickey!

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Hello Monday

Dear Monday,

I kicked your butt! I got the kids on the bus with all their poop on time. I made it to the library, exchanged some jeans for Duchess, bought toliet paper, hit Sonic, signed up as Duchess' room mom (help me), cleaned my house, wrote a paper, cooked a full meal, did 1 hour of reading with Princess, helped make study cards for a 6th grade science test, quizzed a 7 year old on vocab words, spelling words, math timed quizzes and answered several disturbing questions about insects, dealt with doc office, made appt to put car into shop tomorrow, set up a proctor exam for my legal class, sweet nothinged my husband, and dealt with house repairs.

Now I'm too dang tired to do the dishes.

Frankly, I just don't care. My give a ^$*) has got up and left.

Tomorrow I aim to spend some time reading on the couch! Dang!

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It Don't Take Much

I'm apparently extremely easy. To please that is (get your mind out of the gutter Mary).

After my crazy week, I am finding myself with a huge ole smile and a light heart this morning.

Dave is working nights up in Yankee country so once I put the babies on the bus we have a chance to catch up...he had me on speaker talking while he was strumming his guitar.

Yep, don't tell him but I'm apparently extremely easy to please when it comes to him.

Now I'm gonna go mop my floor and sing a little song of my own.

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Sigh

Booo...he got a work call and he has to leave tomorrow to report Sunday for his next assignment way the hell up north. Losing a whole day with him. Dang. But it'll be fine it always is. Just will miss him being home. So blessed to have him 24/7 when he's at home though. Totally makes up for his working weeks at a time away.

Rocking my new "librarian" hair do, figured out a few ways to style it up rather than ponytails....see I'm capable of personal growth. ha!

Princess has now graduated up to mowing my yard as part of her weekly chores which is great news for my back and Duchess inherited some more chores so it all works out in the end.

Now I'm gonna sit back and watch as Dave grouts and finishes the coffee table that I was suppose to finish three weeks ago. I told him as I'll tell you....that is outside of my skill-set.

Tomorrow I'm gonna blare my music, pray travel mercies over my husband and clean my house to keep busy while my babies are at school. And thank the sweet Lord Jesus that Fridays are no homework days. Good grief they have some homework these days. I have to say it's nice though that it's all study for test work or spelling work or review work rather than "shit the teacher didn't get around to teaching them so mom can do it" work. I am so in love with this school district!

Life is truly so short and we only get one shot at this rock. This was a discussion that I had with a Verizon salesguy who was setting up Dave's computer with an air card (so my baby can have school access no matter where he's sent to work, and lets be honest so he can relax with gun and/or hunting porn...the guy really does read forums on guns....fascinating). We briefly talked about all the places we'd lived and he asked if we'd seen the Redwoods in California while there. I told him it was a very very special place for me cause it was the moment in my life that I realized that I was totally a spec in this universe and that the world was full of people just like me that were going about their daily lives with no to little thought outside their own little arena. Now that conversation is just popping around in my head.......gotta live outside my little box some I guess.

And tomorrow, I'll tell you all about the one job interview I've been on down here. Oh boy, it's a doozy....totally what I get for thinking of going back to work. Should just shut up and enjoy the time I have at home, lol.

Till then,
H4G

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He Made Me....

So I finally went back to fabulous Lance my hairdresser and got rid of the hooker blonde hair...and I love my new do, as I work on growing out my hair. That was a highlight from my day. Then it was blown to hell, as Dave made me go to the doc. I hate docs.

So the new doc is my second attempt at a regular doc since I moved here. I tried one at the beginning of the summer but he wouldn't look me in the face, instead staring at my breasts the entire visit. Then told me I was 14 lbs overweight. Bastard.

So I tried again cause I was a bonehead two weeks ago and move my big ass coffee table by myself. Which resulted in a pulled lower back muscle. And no matter how I stretch, how Dave rubbed the damn thing, or even how many aspirins I took....no better. So she scheduled me for physical therapy, ummm serious? Yep. Then she gave me muscle relaxers and I gave them back so she gave me lower dosed ones cause I'm a featherweight medicine wise.

Then we discussed my celiacs. And I have to go see HER gastro doc to get an updated evaluation cause she doesn't like the tummy meds I'm on. Fun!

Then we argued over my lack of sleep, low blood pressure and body temp. She drew a pound of blood and is checking my hormone levels cause she is thinking that I'm in need of yet more daily meds.

I'm thinking I need a new doctor..........Freaking drama queen. And this is why I hate doctors.

And he MADE me go!

Otherwise enjoying the time home with said dictator who makes me laugh constantly and spoils me rotten. Watched him come home so happy at lunch cause he went and ate lunch with both girls at their schools today. So very adorable. Gonna miss him when he leaves again Saturday.

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Simple Pleasures

When it comes down to it, I'm kinda a simple person. I don't need fancy anything. Don't get me wrong, I drool over expensive shoes but own only one pair that actually sit on my bookshelf to make me smile verses wearing them often. I don't own alot of jewelry. Dave has bought all my near and dear nice jewelry...my pearls included...the man has great taste. The jewelry I bought comes from local feed or western stores that have funky, unique homemade stuff from locals on display. I buy all my clothes at nice stores but on the clearance rack or with a coupon. I'm thrifty, simple.

Today I was wondering what I'd do with my self-imposed "me" day I'm taking next week. I'm gonna get my hair touched up at Lance's. Then it's wide open, so here are some thoughts of my mommy time:

- bake a bunch of new recipes with my new found Gluten Free Bisquick (thank you Walmart!)
- go shoot a box of bullets through my Ruger at the range
- sit in B&N's reading books I don't intend to buy while sipping a latte
- prowl through Stein Mart's clearance section for hours, not buying anything as usual

The choices are about as different as Republican and Democrats but they are all things that make me happy.

I will probably choose to take a nap though and not get around to any of those options.

Otherwise, I'm house bound with a Duchess who is out sick with a doozy of a head cold and fever. Yep, you can tell they are back in regular school........damn germs. Poor baby. Poor momma.

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Top 5

Got tagged again and since I'm lazy, I didn't actually dig through 3 (?) years of blog posts for my all time top 5, cause I'm pretty sure they haven't changed.....


http://hope4grace.blogspot.com/2009/06/changing-utah-one-kid-at-time.html

http://hope4grace.blogspot.com/2006/12/dreaming-of-taser.html

http://hope4grace.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-i-am-i-amreally-i-am.html

http://hope4grace.blogspot.com/2006/11/do-as-i-say.html

http://hope4grace.blogspot.com/2007/03/delicately-put.html


Let's vote shall we....which H4G moment would you have put in the top 5?

(basically, which moment would you have defriended me for? lol)

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Hello Little Town

Oh what is a girl to do when it's raining and Murphy is hiding in her lap, Duchess is still snoozing and Princess isn't due home from church camp till this afternoon.......

Why she should catch up on True Blood and Hawthorne episodes online.....of course.

That aside I've been up to my eyeballs in crazy around here these days.

We got our rental house.

Then I made arrangements to fly up and get my household goodies out of storage in Oootah.

Then I realized that I blessed a good family friend with my 10 year old bedroom suite that I absolutely loved but Dave said was on it's last legs. Oh it was a beaut. Honey wood, gracious me alive that bed was beautiful, wrought iron and 4 posters. It was a birthday present from Dave a bout a million years ago and had been through about a million military moves.

So Duchess and I made hay while the sun shined and after a million and one furniture stores, I finally did the smart thing. I asked my hairdresser, Lance, where to find a good bed and not bleed money. So there we went and there it was.

A big ole beautiful king sized all wood, Ashley sleigh bed on clearance being the last one in the store. It was insane that it was still on the floor, but once I left the store it was sold baby sold.

So we got it all delivered yesterday and set up in the new house. The bed is gorgeous and even more so because it was so dang cheap....but seriously I am in love with the new bed. I surprised Dave by taking him over after work to see the new bed, put together, in the new room, in the new house. And he promptly took off his shoes and tried to take a nap. Now he's pushing to have us move in asap. He's ready for that bed.

I'm ready for the showers, baths, 3 toliets, and yeah the bed.

However, it's the kitchen that has been featured in several dreams. You see, it's massive...seriously massive. Countertops for days. A dishwasher and all the usual kitchen stuff.

So after our house "visit" last night, we tried out our new neighborhood's super walmart. And I realized that I'd left my old must have square plates that I just had to have with my renter at the old house cause frankly they were a pain in the butt to wash and basically live with. So at the new house I would be living with more paper plates, plastic cups and utensils. I did what any sensible woman would do, I purchased a walmart set of plates. And man oh man, it become the biggest conversation and debate Dave and I have had in weeks. We swiftly agreed on the fabulous white, thick, 50's style diner dish set for 19.99 and then we talked about how much we've progressed from "buying it cause we can" to now, being uber frugal and cautious with our spending, just because we want to.

Overall, I have to say I absolutely was worried about how this new move would turn out for us. Except, it's shown me that we can still be somewhat normal, putting ourselves back into society without conforming to everyone else's standards.

This weekend, starting a move in on the new place........then on the 5th I'll be going up to Utah to drag my stuff back and people.....it's gonna get crazy after that, trying to set up house.

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Whew, Finally Get A Breath

I've been running nintey to nothing for weeks now. Finally this afternoon, I've been able to sit back and take a deep breath. Dear Lord but has my summer been insane. As Duchess says, "I'm so glad your home all the time to take care of me..." Good night, how do mom's stay at home and get all this done. I've juggled parenting, work, and marriage for years now. This is the first summer I've had off with my kids and I have never been busy!

Princess is now knee deep in youth at our new church. She is going to weekly summer youth camp and today right after church left for a 5 day spirit filled youth camp past Houston. Today for the first time in our Sunday morning service, I saw my kid (sitting with the youth group) raise her hands to the Lord during a praise and worship song. I teared up and was weeping like an old lady watching my baby interacting with the Lord. What an amazing moment for a mommy!

So youth camp each day includes devotional, music lessons (this week was trumpets), community and/or church service and then they spend time helping the youngsters with their devotionals. The confidence and maturity is already blooming in my pre-teen. I love seeing her so happy. I don't think I realized how much of a social butterfly Princess is.

Duchess spends her day helping me with errands and has special playtime when Mommy is at the gym.

Both kids were the driving force in our finding a house here locally. Since we're not traveling with Dave's new job, the kids and I were having a hard time justifying the rv. And people, we needed more than one bathroom.

We are so blessed. We got an amazing place down here. It's simple, out in the country on the edge of a fantastic little town. We were so worried about how we would manage this new move. We were anticipating being on the road for a year and a half. Six months into this, the Lord had other plans. And here we are.

The first person to call on a house listed with no pics, the first to see this little gem and even though he is working 70 hour weeks my sweet, dear Dave made the time to go see it the same night. We called and told them it was ours. We're leasing it, considering we have our house in Utah under lease to a renter. We signed the lease and paid our monies yesterday. It's fantastic and it's ours.

Best of all, it's in a great school district so now we don't have to put our kids into private school. When we began broaching the idea of settling down, Dave was insistent on the kids going into a private Christian school. I would work to pay the tuition and we'd settle down. The areas we looked over never felt right. Until this house in the country and this small flourishing school district. Now, I can work parttime eventually to stay busy and the kids can get back involved in a school, making friends. My sweet babies are chomping at the bit. We didn't realize just how much they missed it. You know it, it being normal life....

But while we're settling in, we're doing it our way. I have found that carving our own path is much better for us in the long run.

So I have to get plans made to return to Utah for our household goods, get my kids to their final summer camp in July and get our happy butts settled into a real live house....a house with 3 bathrooms........love me some bathrooms....

And now I have a ton of school to catch up on...

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And She's Back

The happy paper writer is back and she's kicking and screaming at the top of her lungs. Flowing nicely into my senior year of school, I'm back in a class of ONLY ESSAYS. Once I got all four English classes, three History classes, and two pysch classes out of the way, I really thought my days of paper writing was behind me.

Enter "Judgment in Managerial Decision Making" where the book is a very petite 120 pages, I'm required to use previous classes, working knowledge, and appropriate sources, I'm to apply the concepts of this class to my life in general.

Kill me now. It's bad enough that Dave somehow managed to overlook his English 101 class and is now probably the only senior taking this class and I volunteered to proof his papers. Now I'm up to my eyeballs in freaking papers. Yep, I'm that girl again. Carrying around my paper requirements and a tiny notebook to write down immediately any idea that comes to mind....this is always interesting at the grocery store when I stop and shhh the kids so I can "write this down really quick so I won't forget".

Pray for me now.

Please.

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Robert aka guy with afro

So Saturday morning at the very butt crack of dawn I met Robert at the gym. Robert is young, eager and has an afro....more curls than muscles if that is possible. He also calls me Mrs. *^$%#@*. Nothing cements reaching middle age like a fitness trainer who calls you by your proper married name. It's been forever since I've been called that, nice ring...I like it.

So I get there, and several things of importance happened or didn't happen:

- I managed to get there on time, he was late (unusual for me)

- I didn't throw attitude but meekly followed him to the weights. Seems he and Dave had talked about my aversion (okay, my inability to correctly operate) machines so most of my exercises are being done with free weights

- I didn't drop any weights on my head

- I am a weakling, ranging from 5-15 lb dumbbells depending on the exercise

- He wrote me a list to follow for my solo workouts but they list the exercise by it's offical name: problematic as I nickname things and need stick figure drawings

- During squats, I fell over (yeah you read that right)

- During squats I didn't toot which is what I was SO worried about, yeah me, way to NOT become notorious at the gym

- During a leggie lifty thingy machine attempt, I managed to get stuck in a machine...you sit down, slid a level which drops a leggy thingy and then slide legs in, too complicated for me apparently

- During leg presses, I got pissed off and scolded an old guy who left 45 lb weights on the machine insuring that I couldn't load my measly 15 on there because I couldn't lift the 45 lbs and had to make Robert....RUDE GYM MANNERS you old stinker

- On a leg lift stand, I managed to wobble out 10 reps, slid off only to have an old old old lady jump up there and bang out 50, there is apparently no limits to my shame

- I fell off the exercise ball attempting to do crunches

- Robert began shaking his head sadly ALOT, which makes me think that he's thinking that Dave has stuck him with the worst client on earth

- I forgot to shave under my arms before going to the gym therefore ensuring that I had something to look at during every rep with the arm weights in front of the mirror, ewwwww

- The tiny little teenaged girl at the front desk was wearing the same shirt I was, hers looked ALOT better even if I filled mine out alot more

All in all, I came home sore but happy with the effort and progress I made. My knee hurts but I got mes a brace and I'm looking forward to getting back in there tomorrow. Go me. Now, if only I could get modivated to do my stretches today since the gym is closed. If I don't stretch I'll end up like yesterday where I couldn't lift my arms above my head and my butt was too sore to sit on anything that didn't have some give to it.

Pray that I find the stamina and courage to keep going. I'd really like to nail this whole mentality thing and stay my happy butt in the gym.

And thank you Lord, I only have 3 more sessions with Robert, but then gasp I'm on my own which means Dave takes over. Oh help me Lord.

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Princess for the Day

So Dave didn't work on Saturday like usual. Instead he woke up me and told me to get my butt in gear. I was to get dressed and in a quick.

So I threw on clothes while my husband and kids were gleefully rubbing their hands together.

First we dropped off my car, for a complete detail. Wow, I've had that car for 4 years and I keep it somewhat clean but it's never had a detail. Exciting. That and my new tinted windows, I'm one kept woman.

Second, I was told to find a hairdresser. So through some referrals from some other salons I found Lance. My new best friend who thought it was so cute that I was being "forced" into getting my hair that day instead of waiting when I had some free time that he gave me an appointment of a lady who never shows up. So I was to be there at 1245. Check.

Third, I was dropped off at a nail place for a spa pedicure. I was told to match my toes to my shirt, so baby blue toes it was. I even got the parafin wax dip. Interesting note to insert here but I'll come back to it.

Fourthly, they picked me up and then we swung by a local gym where I got a 99 day membership to see if it was something I really wanted to do. Guess he took it to heart when I said it'd be nice to have some mommy time each night, why not work in some iron too.

Fifthly, we then had to RUSH to get me to Lance. But we got there on time and they pushed me out of the car. Where for the next three hours, I underwent a transformation. You see, I was feeling brave and I was feeling tired of having to deal with hair issues every single day. So I did it. I went all out. But I really did it. I cut it all off and went super blonde. My husband and kids pulled up and all you could see in his tinted windows under the sun was his very white smile, I think he likey. Lance was pacing anxiously at the window looking to see if it was thumbs up....so cute. It's way different than I've ever done and frankly I so LOVE IT.

So afterwards, my people then loaded me up with ooahs and ahhhs and Dave admitted that he wished I'd done it years ago, cause he's always my long hair advocate. And sixthly, they took me to a Chinese food place where there was a GF menu so I could actually have Chinese for the first time in forever. Thank you google.

Lastly, yes it was only 5 pm at this point....they took me bowling where I kicked their butts with a 131 score. Not bad for someone who hasn't bowled in forever.

I came home and promptly collasped under the strain of this day.

Just to get up and start it all over again yesterday when I got churched, lunched, and dinnered while having a lot of fun family time. I don't know what is so special about my 33rd birthday but they truly made my weekend shine. It will not be easy to top this one and frankly I kinda hope they don't try.

So without futher ado, the new me......

Sorry about the pic but hey you work with what you can.....lol

Later: info about the conversation I had with the lady in the pedicure chair next to me....

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God Hears Silent and Desperate Prayers

Cause I laid in bed this morning hiding under the covers praying for a storm or something that would waylay Dave's master plan of driving to Houston....dropping Murphy off at doggie daycare then heading north of there for a day of hiking. I was not in the mood. I was hiding under the covers which was apparently an invitation to my kids to jump pile me and then Murphy and Dave joined us. We were all cuddled up and then they drug me out from under the covers and told me to pack up for the hike trip.

Until, I mentioned to Dave that the sink was leaking. And because he is a typical guy, he started working on it. Hike CANCELLED! He is working on the sink which has evolved me into asking for a new facet with a squirty thing which he agreed would be helpful. Then I asked oh so pretty for a new deeper sink (since we're this far into it) and he is thinking about that one...... I'm doing homework and watching The Office on my laptop. Yoohoo baby........

And later I'll take him the hunting store to make all this up to him...........poor guy..........

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Naughty Me

Okay, I just made it worse. Not only did I break my Christian music only streak....I just set up a playlist dedicated to "My Boys" cause honestly I heart heart heart me some Springsteen (even though he be a big ole democratic) and Segar....cause honestly who doesn't love them some of the boys?

So if you saw me taking trash to the bins at 0700 this morning in my pjs with my ipod on....yep I was dancing and jamming my way across the parking lot. And if you were wondering why I had a whole lot of hip action going while cleaning out my car....yep ipod jamming. And nothing makes me feel like a rebel than singing along and dancing to music only I can hear.

So yeah I'm naughty. And I'm pretty sure Dave has figured it out as I came to bed with my ipod on and was humming along to Fire in the dark. He poked my shoulder and held up a finger to his lips........pretty sure that means "shut up or I'll beat you with my pillow cause I'm sleeping here you freak".

I can lose my phone and I take on the "it'll turn up one day" attitude, I can lose my keys and simply dig out my spare. I can misplace or lose alot of things but my ipod. I totally lost it recently and freaked out. Dave knew there would no sleeping for me as I continued to dig through everything over and over so he graciously and sweetly handed me his as he doesn't us it much. That man is a saint. In his honor, "Like a Rock" was my first song in the playlist. Cause that song is totally my guy.

So if that is his song, I wonder what my song is........hmmmmm...a facebook question for sure

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