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Month: July 2011
A few of my favorite things,…
I am so drained by all the pain and anger and betrayal running rampant these days, so this post is dedicated to exactly what the title says it is, things that make me dream, make me happy, make me smile! Enjoy! And don’t forget to click on the photos for more,… A beautiful home on […]
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 […]
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 […]
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, […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]