homework

Did ya'll know Kindergartners get homework now? Oh, and that their teachers give out sugar laden candy the first time they've met the kids, with out checking w/their folks if they can't have it for whatever reason???

I have my entire family on a pre-diabetic diet, because of general health reasons. I believe the overload of candy that a lot of parents give their kids every day is part of the child obesity problem plaguing our society at this point in time. Plus, all that candy and juice gives cavities.

My son avoids brushing his teeth like it will kill him. It is insane trying to get him to do this simple thing. I've tried every trick in the book to get him to comply. He's really getting too big to hold down to do it, considering he's almost my height now. (He's only like a foot shorter than I am, at this point.)

Is it just me, or is it simple common sense to find out if a child can have candy before just handing it out to a class room full of five year olds? And why didn't they make it a healthy snack instead? There are plenty of healthy snacks out there that kids adore. At least mine adore them. Now, don't get me wrong, my son will grab at any processed sugars he can get his grubby little hands on. But, he does love things like fruits, and veggies.

Isn't one of the things they're supposed to teach is proper eating habits? And isn't processed sugars a big No-No in that area? It just seems to me to be sending out the wrong message.

Is it just me???

Will accept her whipping now...

I'm sorry ya'll. Things have been chaos here. Hubby is possibly facing surgery soon, and I have been overly hormonal.

So, I haven't been able to sit down and put down coherent thoughts together for awhile now. Things (hopefully) are starting to calm down now though. Superboy starts school in just over a week. Then I'll have just the two lil ones to watch during the day. Then the roomates son leaves at the same time she and hubby go tdy. So, then I'll just have one lil one during the day until the new baby is born.

Chaos will reign my next five years. easily. After thinking about that, I need a nap.

Okay so I gave everybody 10 days instead of 7......WARNING SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS

Is there life after Potter?



I thought the book went great considering everything she had to make sure she did/put in.



WARNING SPOILER WARNING SPOILER WARNING SPOILER



I thought killing off three of the people she did was extrememly sad. It made me cry a lot. A twin should never go through life w/out the other one. And that poor baby without his parents.



I LOVED that long rambly part w/Dumbledore. It was just so random. But, then she always has done that. She's a very random kind of writer. The oddest of things just pop up out of nowhere.



The biggest thing I would have changed was I would have brought back the snake from the first book. The one Harry let go from the zoo?



That would have been pretty cool.





KAY SPOILER OVER



In other less magical worlds the hubby is sick, again. Super

Another chapter closed

The Potter phenomenon started when I was in jr high. Friday night, that chapter closed. I know it sounds weird or kooky to consider a book series important enough to be a chapter in your life, however, I was pretty young (compared to now) when I started reading HP, and this weekend I finished the last book.

I'm going to give everybody a week to finish reading before I open up the topic for discussion here. That way by then everybody who WANTS to be able to read it will have had the chance to finish it. (I mean come on it only took me 9 1/2 hrs, while being interrupted by the kids, to read the bloody thing)

Family problems

I guess everybody has that one family member that really doesn't seem to want to be there. Mine is my older brother. He's a good man, and a great father. And, when he is around, and can be bothered a wonderful brother.

The problem lies in the fact that his wife and the rest of my family do not get along. We don't act on the fact that we do not find her appealing, we accept the fact that they love each other. I don't want to change that, or have him choose between nuclear family and 'extended' family. However, he has decided to handle the situation by not being involved in the 'extended' family's life. Period.

I've tried calling him. Only got voice mail. So, I leave messages. "Life is good here, hope you and yours are doing well, call me whenever you have some time" ect. I even tried his work email. "life is good here, hope you and yours are doing well, call me ANYTIME day or night" ect. Still no reply. I keep wondering if I should even bother anymore. My mother and sister have given up on him. I believe our grandmother is starting to give up on him as well. I feel like a traitor wanting to stay close to him, but I feel rejected every time I try. And then, of course, I want to cry to my mother about what a "meanie" my big brother is being, and remember that she's given up trying to get him to respond to the family. So, I really can't talk to her about it.

My poor husband, I'm sure, is going insane dealing with this issue. He knows I still have "big brother worship" going on. And it's hurting a lot inside that he's ignoring me. Cowboy wants to "fix" the situation, but how can he? I don't really want him involved. I hate to say it. But, I feel like it's something I need to take care of. But, I don't know how to do that.

I know other people have been through this same situation. How have ya'll handled it?

Guilty Pleasures

I must admit that I have a huge guilty pleasure. shhhhhhhhhhhhh. It's watching SuperNanny. shhhhhhhhhhhh... Don't tell anyone.

Being a stay at home mom I sometimes get a little blind to how good my kids really are. I start seeing only the misbehavior, and not the goodness that they do. Whenever I watch SuperNanny though..... I thank my lucky stars. My boys are (all-in-all) really good boys. They don't have any major behavior disorders. My older one is a little bit picky, and likes structure. Which can drive me crazy, because I'm more of a let's go do this all of a sudden type person. Superboy also doesn't like change too much. He acts out a little bit if too much change happens at once. But, in all honesty, I do believe that's all kids at his age.

However, I have learned that I must hide the fact that I watch this show. I let Superboy watch one time with me. Big mistake. The kids in the show were jumping on their beds. Superboy had never done this before. Now, I can't get him to stop. I have even threatened to remove his bed from his room and make him sleep on his floor. He'll stop for three or four minutes, and then he's right back at it. ( And, yes, I do count my lucky stars that that is his only major bad habit so far)

I confessed this guilty pleasure to the Cowboy last night. He laughed. and laughed, and laughed.

With us being in the military the last SuperNanny I got to watch made me cry big time though. A woman had lost her husband, and was trying to raise their kids on her own. My biggest nightmare. I've had bad dreams ever since. So, I've forgone my guilty pleasure for a week or so. Maybe, I'll watch the next show... I don't know. But until then have a wonderful Fourth of July everyone!!!

The coast is clear

Well, most of the drama has cleared the air here. And that is great because I think I was ready to start pulling out my hair from everything.

Poor Cowboy, he had it pretty hard for the past week. He had to deal with not only work drama, but handle his best friend passing, the funeral, and Football Fanatics family (basically taking them anywhere and everywhere for the entire week). I think I saw him for a total of 10 mins all week. It was really hard to not be able to comfort him when I would call him and could tell he was having a tough time of everything.

Even though, in some ways I think the past week was healing for him. It put details in his mind instead of dealing with the drama surrounding everything.

By the way, to be in full dress uniform, standing in direct sun, when it's over 90 degree's has to be a form of torture. I was in a loose dress and ready to pass out. Poor SuperBoy and Chucky were dripping with sweat by the end of the the 15 min. ceremony.

The other major drama that happened last week or so, was that they found low fluid around the baby, so I had to go for more tests to see exactly how much fluid was there, and possible causes of the low fluid. I was also put on "almost" bed rest. Basically laying around, and drinking lots and lots of fluids. Not really getting up too much, but could do basic things, just wasn't allowed to do any things like actual housework, or anything that could stress me out.

I guess all of that laying around worked because the fluids were up a bit when they checked them this week. They're still a little low, but not to where it's considered a danger, as long as I continue to take it easy and drink lots the baby and I should be in the clear.

I never want to have a week like the last couple of ones just passed ever again. Even though there is still a feeling of apprehension, waiting for the next shoe to fall, so to speak.

Time to go play with the kids and to quit worrying about what I can not change.

is it sad??

Is it sad that, while there is a lot of personal drama going on at the moment it is still too fresh to talk about? ( Plus I want a confirm from someone else, which should happen tomorrow, before I start delving into the hell that has been the past week)

I should have at least one or two interesting stories to relate after Wednesday. That is if the what-was-soon-to-be-ex-wife shows up at the funeral for the young man who passed away last week. (I'm really going to have to name them all aren't I?)

We'll call the young man Football fanatic. Because he loved football. His was-soon-to-be-ex-wife shall be MegaBitch. (for reasons which will become very apparent as I get more comfortable talking about this drama) Football Fanatics fiance shall be called Sunshine, because she brought hope and happiness back into his life. And this his mother shall be forever known as Big Mama. Cuz nobody mess with Big Mama or her baby boy.

I promise I shall delve into this story in the next week or so, at the moment it still makes me cry too much.

Tazzie

Who's next? It comes in threes....

So, bad luck, and/or death, always comes in three's. Or so the old wives say. We've had our second death in the family (in one week). A close relative of my husbands passed away Sat. night.

He was one of the people that made me feel the most comfortable right off the bat. He seemed to understand that I was a little quiet around people I didn't know. And quite frankly I was extremely uncomfortable at what was a family event. He took the time to talk to me, to find out who I was. He did it in such a way that wasn't pushy or nosey. He never looked down on My husbands and mine relationship. He always acted like he approved of us being together.

He was suffering near the end. I'm glad his suffering is at an end. However, I am going to miss him greatly.

what do you say.

What do you say to the fiance of a 22 year old boy who dies of cancer?
What do you say to that boys mother??

What do you say to your husband, that boys best friend, when he is far away that he just lost his friend to an unbeatable enemy?

What do you say to your five year old child that he just lost his "uncle"??

What do you say to that young mans commanding officer?

In the military, we're prepared that we might loose a fellow troop, family member, and/or dear friend to battle. How do you prepare for that loss when someone so young, and with so much potential in this world, to die from cancer?

From the bottom of my heart, I shall always miss you.

Favorite of all time

My favorite actress of all time has to be Katherine Hepburn. She is absolutely amazing to me.

Hubby is off doing military stuff in another state for awhile. So, I am left on my own, after the kids go to bed, to entertain myself. I'm finding myself watching a lot more t.v. than usual. I normally am not a big t.v. fan. However, it's just too damned hot to be outside already this summer. So, low and behold, what is on t.v. but "Bringing up Baby" starring Carry Grant and Katherine Hepburn.

She was just the classiest lady ever. (well include Audry Hepburn in that statement) She had the most vibrant on screen (and off screen) personality of her time period. If only any of our actresses today had her zest for life....*sigh*

I can still remember sitting down with my mother and sister and watching "On Golden Pond". It was the first movie I ever remember crying at. It was also the first time I had ever heard a woman curse in a movie.

Now, no, I am not that old. My mother just did not like t.v. (not that I blame her). We never had cable, and didn't get a VCR until '94. (Even though, talking about VCR's does make me feel old.) Mom just figured we'd be better off playing outdoors, where we lived in the country. Or doing our homework. Which my sister was always much better about doing than I was. I never much cared for school. I always wanted to live life. Not read about somebody else living it for me.

Odd how my favorite hobby is reading books.....but anywhoo.

Back to Katherine Hepburn. I always thought she had real style, and her looks were so beautiful. What I loved most about her looks was that she wasn't a classical beauty. It was her inner fire that made her looks so astoundingly perfectly imperfect. (if that makes any sense)

She was truly my first hero. She taught me that a woman could be strong, and funny. And didn't need a man to get by in life. (even though they are nice to have around) I love that movie Rooster Cogburn, it's the first time I remember the shake starting to be noticeable, on film.

So, here's my weekly one glass of red wine raised to Katherine Hepburn. May your star shine ever bright in every generations eye. And I thank you for making the world smile.

So much drama, so little time.....

I have two roomates that live in our basement. We'll call her Lady Luck, and him The Drunken Caller ( TDC from now on :) ) Lady Luck decided to have a few beers the other night. Now, normally, this wouldn't be a big deal at all. I mean, come-on, this is a military household. However, Lady Luck was feeling a little down before she started drinking. So ya'll know what happened next right?

Right.

TDC decided to drink right along w/her. Next thing I know they've polished off a 30 pack between the two of them. (And TDC had a few beers on the way home that night too!!) Lady Luck decided that she was feeling a little bit insecure about becoming a military wife. Now, currently, she is in the military herself. So, she knows the ups and downs that come with the life. And how the enlistee can do nothing about any of it, besides go with the flow. Now, TDC is leaving for about a year shortly, and she'll be heading out for six months. After she gets back, she'll have about 8 months still active duty here, while he's being shipped elsewhere. She's completely bummed out about this. And, truthfully, so would I be. BUT, what she can't seem to get through her head is that he has no control where he's sent, nor does she.

However, she can, and unfortunately, does harp on and on about the situation. Which is making TDC really upset, cuz it makes him feel like shit.

Now, Hubby is on the fence on the situation. He can see her side, as well as, his.

I, on the other hand, just see her as being a bit spoiled in all this. Especially since she's currently military herself. As a military wife, you just have to suck it up sometimes.

You can't let the spouse see that you're falling apart because they're going to be gone for months and months, in a dangerous place, on end. They have to know that you'll hold up okay. Especially if you have children involved in the situation. They have to know they don't have to worry (even though they will) that you can live your day to day life w/out them plastered to your side.

In all honesty, I enjoy a month or two when he splits for parts unknown. It reminds me that, IF something were to happen, I am a strong enough person to pull myself up and make it. I love him with all my heart, but I feel that small separations here and there can (for the right couples) be a good thing.

For Hubby and I, they are wonderful. We both remember that we are our own persons. And we can have a good time w/out being attached at the hip. And we also are reminded what attracted us together in the first place. Whenever he comes home it's like being newlyweds all over again. We rediscover that flame, which for a marriage is a great thing to do.

Don't get me wrong. I would adore it if he could stay home and not go over there. However, he told his Country that he would help whomever was leading it do what they felt was the thing to do. (Whether or not we agree with it personally is another story all together)

Maybe it's just the hormones, but suck it up will ya?!?! I'm not complaining to Hubby about him getting ready to leave. It's what needs to be done. I understand that. And I'm helping Superboy understand that. He knows his daddy is a Hero, who is going someplace to help people less fortunite than himself. So, in his eyes that makes anything daddy might miss okay.

Okay, Enuff with the ramblings on and on ...

have a great one ya'll!!!!

Wow. Just one word, WOW.

So, for this one I'm going to need to give ya'll some background history. Ya'll know I have a five year old and a six month old. Well, after Chucky was born I had a Tubal Ligation done. Hubby and I had decided two kids were enough for us to put through college and raise. And my body was getting older, and more tired. It also took us eight months of trying inorder to conceive Chucky.

Now, fast forward to the past couple of weeks. I haven't been feeling, shall we say, up to par. I was fatigued. I thought it was a mixture of the migraines and allergies. Then, night before last, I felt something brush against the side of my lower pelvic region..... WTF????

I didn't tell hubby about that, at that point. { He had just gone along with me wanting the tubal. But, he has always wanted lots of children, but he understood my reasoning for not. } I just told him that I needed the car the next day so that I could run a few errands. I got an EPT test, took it.

It came back positive.

WTF?!?!?

Hubby and I decided to take the kids next door to our wonderful neighbors to play for the night. We went to the ER. Since, we figured, it was probably an ectopic pregnancy. Those can be extremely dangerous if not caught in time. You can actually bleed to death w/out ever knowing it. Scary huh?

Get to the ER and they take me back w/in the first half hour. Now this is a military ER. NOBODY gets back w/in the first half hour. Unless you're having a heart attack. They rush me through the first couple of procedures, blood pressure, heart rate, blood tests, urine tests, ect...
I get the pelvic exam done. Only words the doctor says at that point are "your uterus is slightly enlarged".... okay..... She decides to send me upstairs to get an ultrasound to see where/if the baby was actually there.

A wheelchair was brought out. Now, I'm one of those kind of people. If I can walk, let me do it, kay? I'm on the exam table two seconds, listening to the tech explain how they might have to do an internal ultrasound to find the baby. No problem. The wand goes down. Wow. There's a baby on the screen. Not just a lil baby at that. Apparently, I'm almost 20 wks pregnant!!!

WTF?!?!?

(and, thankgoodness it's a 'normal' pregnancy)

By the by. I'm 5'2 and about 128lbs. So, not a big girl. How in the hades am I five months pregnant, and not know it?!?!?!?

With my other boys I was huge by now and in maternity clothes....

Thus, the word of the day is WOW.

Lead Test.

Oh, boy. Today Superboy had to have his lead test done for school. Let me tell you. Five year olds do not like to have their blood drawn. Since it's a big whooha weekend at my husbands base, I had to deal with this.

Picture this:

One already harried mother with a six month old and a five year old. One tech had to watch the baby, and two other techs, and myself had to hold down the five year old. Now Superboy is 3 foot 7, and 47 lbs. And did I mention very, very strong? He had put himself into a hysterical fit. If it had been anybody else's kids I could see the humor in the situation. As it was I was ready to cry by the time we left the hospital.

Then I ran to get something to eat, because during all this my blood sugar decided to plummet to record lows, to the point of where I was shaking and slightly dizzy. So much fun.

Ran by the Commissary, and after all that, while still groceries in the car I remembered that I told the guys that I'd bring them pizza since they were putting in a 20 hr day in the husbands shop.


Needless to say I'm beat.

How was your day?

All in all .........

All in all it was quite an interesting Mothers Day.
Since, I wasn't working, and the Cowboy was spending the day waiting for boats to show up to the restaurant. (None did all day) I decided that since I was running down there for lunch I would go ahead and make a diabetic-coma inducing Chocolate Cake for the girls working that day. I remembered past Mothers Days that I had worked for that establishment where I would walk out with 500$ in tips on two parties. Sugar is a good thing on those type of days.

I went down with my children, and our housemates. We didn't walk in until almost 3pm. By now the house should be ready to fall apart its so busy from the after churchers. But, no, when we walked in there were only three or four tables sat.

I couldn't believe it. I have never seen, even the worst establishments, with hardly any business on Mothers Day. Needless to say, I'm sure the management was ready to kill me when we left for hyping up the staff with lots and lots of sugar, and no tables to spend the energy on. Poor Dears. hehehehehe

Today was a grand day. The weather was beautiful. I had my Mother's day present and card all ready to take over to my mothers office. At lunch Cowboy stopped by the house to pick me and the kids up, so that I could have the car for the rest of the day. We ate a quick bite to eat then I dropped him back off at work.

That's when the fun began.

I missed my exit off of the beltway so I had to take the next exit and backtrack. Some idiot in a truck decided that she wanted my space in the merge lane and didn't care that my car was already there. Mom, the kids, and I had fun at the DQ for lunch, no big deal. As I'm dropping her off at her office two fire engines race in behind me. (and of course I'm stopped in the fire lane dropping my mother off w/her two cake pans of home made banana nut bread, her mothers day gift) The car behind me has a Deaf woman driving and she can't hear the sirens, so her passenger is quickly trying to sign what is going on, and the fact that she has to move out of my way so that I can get out of the way for the firetrucks. I move over to the parking lot of the shopping center next door for about five or six minutes until I make sure that it's not something that is a major big deal.

So, I drive down to my mothers house to pick up her dog that I got talked into watching for a week. What should have been a 45 min. drive turned into a two hour free-for-all. Chucky would not stop letting us and the car next to us forget that he isn't the fondest of car rides. Especially car rides that last wayyyy beyond the call of duty. Superboy decided at this time he was going to see if his singing could be louder and higher pitched then said lil one's voicing his displeasure.

Then, the dog puked. On Superboy.

Oi vay!!

But the weather was so beautiful today...

Hiya

I'm a major reader of blogs in general, and I've decided to write one of my own to help the next year or so pass by with some 'non child based' interaction. I am a stay at home mom. I have a six month old and a five year old. Both very rambunctious boys. I love them dearly. We'll call one older one Superboy. (more on that later) And the baby we'll call Chucky. (He's already trying to walk and looks like one of those dolls, hence Chucky)

My husband (Cowboy) is in the service. We've been stationed near D.C. for roughly five years now. He'll be deploying for the desert this fall.

I love to bake, sleep, dance, and read. (quite a combination, huh?) I doubt I'll have any of those piss-your-pants-you're-laughing-so-hard type blogs. But that's alright. This is mainly going to be a venue for me to let loose on.

If you have any questions for me please let me know. I'll try to answer just about anything you can throw up way.