Month: July 2011



At my wit’s end,… a rant!

At my wit’s end,… a rant!

Clarifying note:  This is not about Soldier Daddy! There are times when the struggle to be nice is almost more of a stress-inducing thing than it’s worth.  Especially when it involves being nice to a person who has done NOTHING to deserve it, and EVERYTHING to not deserve it.  The lies have gotten to the […]

Posted 7.25.2011/2254 | Monday in Bitches & Moans / 0 Comments

Hobbit homes, pink waders, & snarky Mama

Hobbit homes, pink waders, & snarky Mama

I really need a cave to run away and make into my new home.  Of course, it would have to be nice and clean and cozy, with none of those pesky rocks and skittering animals.  Okay, maybe something a little more like this,… ↓  Click on the photo to go to the site for some […]

Posted 7.21.2011/1113 | Thursday in Bitches & Moans / 3 Comments

Bamboo shoots & sadists

Bamboo shoots & sadists

It is almost 2pm and my right eye still feels as if I have been tortured by bamboo shoot-wielding sadists.  All around my tear duct.  It throbs and there are occasional shooting pains as if those nasty little sadists are pushing those shoots in deeper, all while giggling maniacally.  Fantastic.  Of course, by this point, […]

Posted 7.20.2011/1309 | Wednesday in Daily Drama / 0 Comments

Balancing deployment vs. the rest of life,…

Balancing deployment vs. the rest of life,…

One of the things the sucks the most about deployments, besides the obvious distance, is the lack of balance.  Hell, that imbalance exists even when the soldiers are BTG in garrison.  There isn’t a wife that could be more understanding of the obligations and responsibilities of the Army.  I spent more than my share of […]

Posted 7.16.2011/1728 | Saturday in Camouflage Life / 2 Comments

Abuse & truck repairs = craptasticness

Abuse & truck repairs = craptasticness

This week has been what is known as craptastically crappy.  I am pretty sure I am living under a black cloud, my own personal cloud of doom.  And it’s been raining poo upon me.  A disgusting visual, I know, but one that accurately describes my week. Craptastic:  Level 1 Over the two weeks my hubby […]

Posted 7.15.2011/1226 | Friday in Bitches & Moans, WTH?! / 4 Comments

I don’t get paid enough for this BS.

I don’t get paid enough for this BS.

I swear sometimes that I must talk to my children in Swahili.  Or serious issues with English comprehension.  Or they are suffering from senility.  Maybe all three.  Dealing with various children yesterday and today have led me to think that conversing with drywall would have been far more engaging.  I am about to bash my […]

Posted 7.8.2011/1316 | Friday in Mama Drama / 0 Comments

Face Plants & a Beast of Terror

Face Plants & a Beast of Terror

Technically, it’s a Thursday.  But I am fairly certain that it is actually a Monday thinly veiled as a Thursday.  Either that or I am completely incapable of life today.  Honestly, it could be either.  I rolled out of bed this morning, a full hour before I needed to be, and promptly managed to fall […]

Posted 7.7.2011/1046 | Thursday in Mama Drama / 0 Comments

Hair goo + shower caps = Sexy Mama

Hair goo + shower caps = Sexy Mama

I’m telling you, sometimes it is terribly hard to manage all the sexiness that is me.  It’s a burden, but a burden I have to bear nonetheless.  This morning, I woke up refreshed after about 7 hours of good sleep after 48 hours running on about 30 minutes of sleep.  The husband is on a […]

Posted 7.6.2011/1247 | Wednesday in Mama Drama / 0 Comments