A month later

BIG BIG NEWS!!!

We are now in Arkansas but nothing much has changed. I'm still fighting a messy house bc I can't find places for things to go and am still looking for a job. Exciting.

We found a house and have already been late on rent so we're getting pretty settled. It's not bad but definitely needs a new paint job. Right now it's baby flesh colored and glows rosy pink in certain light. It makes my gag reflex work overtime. That will for sure get changed, probably over Christmas bc all I've asked Santa for is free manual labor. I would also like to tear down all the hideous light fixtures in the house and the gigantic pieces of crown molding that are reigning on top of half the windows. It looks really stupid. But since we are renting I guess painting might have to do it for me. Well, maybe a light fixture change or two. They are really ugly. I don't think I would have bought this house but since we are just renting I guess I can handle it for four entire years. Four years.wow. that's a long long time to live somewhere with ugly paint and light fixtures.

Job hunting is just an ugly ugly business.

And that's all I am saying about that. I'm hungry and I think Rick is (will be forced to) cook breakfast soon. I least I already have a little free manual labor.

Happenings

1. We bought a new car. It's awesome. Subaru Outback 2010. It's green, has four doors, windows that roll down, and air conditioning. They gave has 500 dollars for my car. I'm pretty sure that means we drove it until it was dead. And we'll do the same to this one. Well, Rick will. He won't ever let me drive it.

2. Rick got his assignment. We're moving to Little Rock Air Force Base, not only for training for the next 6 months like most of our friends, but for the next 3-4 years. It wasn't one of our top choices for new locations but everything tends to turn out for the best. At least if you think it will. Rick will deploy from there for the very first time, he won't have to travel for all his random training sessions there, my family is close, and, maybe most importantly, we won't have to move again in six months. Did I mention our packers/movers were coming wednesday/thursday of this week? In two days. And that we only found out ten days ago. It's like pulling off a bandaid, it's easiest if you just pull it off really quick. I'm more of a slow bandaid puller-offer so we'll just have to see.

3. Most importantly, Rick finally (FINALLY) received his wings. He's now an official Air Force pilot. Or pilot if you're a Spanish speaker. I'm so proud of him. It's been a long tough year but we made it. Now he owes me thirteen months of laundry and dishes. I kept a tally. He'll probably work that off when we're about 60 years old. Oh, and I got pearls for all of my hard work and patience.

I would load pictures of all these important events but I'm on the desktop with no pictures and probably only have about 3.5 minutes left before it explodes. And I have to go pack all of our underwear so the packers aren't rummaging through it. Thanks for the effort, but I'll pack my own panties.

Plants, Pots and Plans.

So when I said I would be back with pictures of my clean house I lied. Then I was too ashamed to admit it. So I decided I would just not post and let the blog die. Kind of like when I forget to water my plants and they turn a little brown. Instead of nourishing them back to health, I just stick them outside under the brightest sunshine I can find, without any water, and check on them in two to three weeks. By then they are usually shriveled and brown; and I just pull out the plant, throw it away, and stick the dirt filled pot in the corner of the garage with the rest of evidence of my black thumb. I've amassed quite a large collection of potting equipment. I think I may just add that to my garage sale. They've hardly been used.

See, I'm rambling bc I'm so ashamed of not posting pictures of my clean house. I swear it really was clean. In fact, it's clean at this very moment. I even have pictures waiting to be uploaded. But the big news is not that I cleaned the house a month ago. It's even bigger than that. Rick finished UPT on Friday. Hooorrrray!!

Technically we still have to get through assignment night and then graduation to be complete. But he's done with all his graded flights. Nothing left to hook or worry about. Except for where our next assignment will be. Nothing to worry about at all. Only where we will be living for the next 3-4 years. Only where we'll be when he deploys for the first time. Only where I'll finally be able to start really working again. Only where I'll be killing plants slowly one by one.

Cleaning and Bacon

Today, I told Rick I might actually clean the house today. He almost went into cardiac arrest. Or at least shock. I could lie and say that really it just needed to be picked up but really that would be a complete and utter lie. I spent all last week (well, the last two days) getting everything ready for a baby shower for my pregnant gym buddy. So once the shower was over I didn't do anything else to the house. At all. Well, maybe a little but you can't even tell. And of course 75% of the mess is mine. I'm just a procrastinator by nature. Can't you tell? I'm writing about it instead of cleaning it. Hmmm.

But that brings us to today's challenge. I'm going to give myself 1.5 hours to get this house back to shape. That includes cleaning both bathrooms, the kitchen, emptying the dishwasher, picking up the office, sorting laundry, cleaning the laundry room/pit of despair, vacumning the upstairs, dusting, oh and making the bed. Sorry, Nanny, I don't make the bed everyday. My bad. I think mopping should count as bonus points bc I hate it and it takes forever. And so I can really be held accountable I am going to post pictures of the mess beforehand. I almost just threw up while typing that. I can't beleive I'm going to show you to mess that is my house. That's how brave I am. Well, I can count on one hand who reads this little blog so I guess I'm not that brave. Here we go. Remember I said the mess was only 75% mine.

And for a thank you for viewing that monstrosity, I will now give you the trick for perfect bacon. I recently discovered it and never has my mouth been happier and hips more grim.

Place 4 to 5 strips of bacon in a cold nonstick pan. Do not crowd your bacon and do not use a huge pan. Bacon needs somewhat even heat. Crank it up to medium heat. This is a 5 for me. Pour a cup of coffee. Go upstairs and check your email. Let your hubs yell at you that you are going to burn the house down and don't you know that this stuff is fammable. Tell him he can't have any bacon. But go check on it anyway. Turn it over when the up side is getting all bubbly and kind of lumpy and the down side is looking brownish but not black. This is an exact science in case you couldn't tell. Dawdle in the kitchen but whatever you do don't wash any dishes or try and unload/load the dishwasher. The bacon will burn. I promise you. If you think you are up to the challenge lay out a paper towel folded a couple times so it is thick. If not, if you can't bear to turn away for half a second from the delicousness that is unfolding in your pan, bribe the hubs with a piece of bacon to get the paper towel for you. When there are just a few little white fatty looking spots on the down side and no black, take the bacon out. Let cool on the paper towel. This whole thing should take less then ten minutes, I think. If you follow these exacting directions you will have amazing bacon that is the perfect balance between chewy and crisp. Like bacon jerky. Yummm.

Now off to clean. I told you I was a procrastinator.

Food Porn

I think it's funny when people take pictures of food. Especially food they, themselves, did not make. I don't look at a plate of food and think, "That looks delicious. I'm going to take a picture of it." I do think "that looks delicious, I'm going to eat it" Then I do. Unless these people take pictures but don't eat the food. I think that's called the See Food But Don't Eat It diet. Not to be confused with the See Food diet which isn't a real diet but where you chew food, then open your mouth and show other people. That's not funny. It's gross.

The Best Morning Ever

Yesterday I was dreaming of punching a fake talking skeleton who wouldn't shut up into a wall. Then Rick woke me up by shoving a piece of bacon in my mouth. It was the best morning ever.

Excersizing

So if you could kindly refer back some posts ago you would see one of my goals was some ditty about going to the gym more (and if it actually wasn't, it should have been). For the past months, I've been trudging my booty to the gym at 10 in the morning. Yes, I know that is like the middle of the day but when one of your gym friends is seven months pregnant that's what happens. It also happens that she kicks your butt, but that's another embarrassing story and I trangress. We've been doing the elliptical machine for two plus months now. I, on like level 20 out of 25 levels, go for about 30 minutes depending if there's anything good on tv. I've been pretty proud of myself. Going to the gym, getting out of the house. It's the little things that become accomplishments when you aren't working. But again I trangress.

The other day, when I went with my friend who is not pregnant there weren't two open elliptical machines. Working out at the gym isn't the top priority for us, talking is. So the elipticals were obviously out. We decide to work it out on the treadmills. We go to the very end of the whole line of them, way off in the corner where you can't see the tv and no one is near us. Ten minutes later we finally get the stupid machines started (there are way more buttons on a treadmill than an elliptical). I'm just walking along, adjusting my speed/incline, watching Rachael Ray when my friends teadmill starts squealing. Loudly. Every freakin' turn. It's basically screaming to the entire gym.. hey look at those girls. It's embarrassing so I turn Rachael Ray up so I can pretend I have no idea why they are staring. She (my friend, not Rachael Ray) changes treadmills and I'm so relieved I decide I really should run on this treadmill.

Good idea except I can't remember the last time I ran. I do remember that I hate running and that Rick always makes fun of how I run. So no pressure, just increase my speed a little, turn the volume up so I don't miss a single addition of EVOO and go. And then my treadmill goes ka DUNk, kadunk, Kadunkadunk....continuously for every single part of my 1.25 miles. At frist I nerviously try and push buttons to fix it. Kadunk, kadunk. It doesn't work. Then it dawns on me. It asked me to put in my weight and I lied. That must be it. ka dunk. The treadmill isn't adjusted to me being three pounds heavier. kadunk. Obviously. kadunk. Except 1.5 seconds later I realize that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard. Oh well. kadunk. kadunk. Turn up the volume. kadunk. Rachael Ray is still on and boy, is she looking heavy. kadunk. Finally, my ordeal is over, my knees are weak, my legs are sore and my hearing is shot.

That is my day at the gym.

Then I found twenty dollars.

I really didn't but if I did the story might be better.

Post # 347

Oh, is this not post #347? Darn. I must have miscounted. But this is the best post ever. Almost.

Three reasons why this is the almost the best post ever

Reason #1: It is about food
Reason #2: It was already written. I'm copying an email I just wrote to my sis-in-law.
Reason#3: It is about Mexican food, which is my favorite next to Italian, Thai, Japanese. Oh and Greek.

Reason #1 is almost the best post ever: Copying into blogger sucks. Big time.

But hold on to your horses. Here we go......

Chicken Enchiladas

Filling:
1 tbl. butter/margarine
2 tbl. minced onion
1 clove garlic, chopped, pressed or grated
2 chopped tomatoes
2 c chopped chicken
salt/pepper to taste

Melt butter in large saucepan. Brown onions and garlic, add tomatoes
and simmer 5 minutes. Add chicken, salt and pepper and simmer 20
minutes.*

Other stuff:

12 corn tortillas
5 oz can chopped green chiles
1 lb shredded monterey jack cheese
4 chicken boullion cubes
1 pint half and half

soften tortillas in microwave for about 30 seconds (or can dip in hot
oil to soften**). Put a spoonful of chicken mixture in each tortilla.
Sprinkle with cheese and chilies. Roll up and fasten with a
toothpick.*** Arrange in 9x12 baking dish, top with remaining cheese
and chilies. Warm half and half in small saucepan. Dissolve boullion
in that and then pour over enchiladas. bake at 350 for about 25
minutes or until cheese is melted and inside is bubbly.

* I don't ever measure this stuff but just throw a bunch of everything
in there and cook in down a lot. Oh and I had about a 1/2 teaspon of
cumin powder.
** I would just call this frying. I am just repeating word for word
what my mom wrote. I just use the microwave.
*** Whoops, I never use toothpicks either. And I add chopped fresh
cilantro here. It's why mine are better than my mom's. Shhhhhhh!

This is supposed to feed six. In our house it feeds us. The two of us. And is the lunch for whoever gets there first.

Now for the spice of life:

(okay, blogger, seriously....you're going to make me retype all of this? I hate you.)

Rick's Salsa (I'm giving him credit though it is my recipe...I mean, my mom's)

1 (14 oz) can diced tomatoes
1 small can Rotel
3 green onions, chopped into large pieces
1 tbl minced garlic, or 2 gloves
1 large jalepeno, deveined and deseeded (or not if you like it really spicy)
cilantro
lime juice

Throw all this stuff into a blender, cilantro last. Say "ok, I made the salsa" and walk away without turning it on. 30 minutes later let your wife (or husband) look at blender and say,"I thought you made the salsa," listen to significant other say, "I did." Sigh. Turn blender on high until it is all mushed together. Eat with a lot of chips and let the forgetful significant other take the credit for making it. Heck, even let him (or her) call it his salsa.

This makes quite a bit so have a gigantic bag of chips. Or you can freeze it. I did that and it turned out ok, I think. I can't remember if we ate it or not though.

Good luck!!

PS. Can I come to dinner?

PPS. Blogger sucks.

The End.

laziness

I'm sure I'm just dying to see what I've written for this next exciting post. But there isn't one. Sure I thought of several things I could write about. I even thought, man that would be an excellent post. But then I didn't do it. Because I'm lazy.

1 year down...forever to go

Rick and I celebrated our 1st anniversary all weekend. Well, except for Friday, because Rick had to work. But Saturday it was on. We drove up to San Antonio to spend the night at the Hilton Hill Country Resort and Spa. Originally, we were going to tube (or toob, as they apparently spell it in Texas?) down the Guadalupe River but those plans fell through. Then we were going to see "Wicked" at this cool old theatre but those fell through as well. So we just did a little shopping then hung out at the pool at the hotel.
That night we went to dinner at the Grey Moss Inn, voted on of the most romantic resturants in San Antonio. I'm cheesy like that sometimes. It was really good. Rick had a steak and I had salmon. Oh and wild game sausage. It was funny bc our waitress was like whisperingwhen she spoke to us and it was a wine place so they poured my glass of wine and I had to taste it first. I don't care. I'm going to drink my wine whether it is bad or not and I probably wouldn't even notice if it was bad. It was a little embarrassing.
Then we drove around for awhile before our movie started and ended up in the busiest WalMart I have ever been in. It was like the WalMart gods were punishing us for never going to WalMart here in Corpus Christi. Finally, we got to our movie where the theatre was busy too. I am about to have a small nervous breakdown at this point. I don't like crowds or even people that much and this was about to push me past my breaking point. Luckily the actual movie room was basically empty. Then the movie started and, in my wonderment at how old Sandra Bullock look, I forgot about my nerves. We saw The Proposal with her and Ryan Reynolds. It was a cute chick flick. Definitely no Academy Awards here but cute and funny.
To end the night we climbed into a king sized bed and slept like angels. It was amazing.
So not that different from anything we could have done in Corpus Christi but relaxing. It was nice to get out of town and not have to worryabotu the dogs, or work, or cleaning. Especially for Rick. I think he really needed to relax for a day or two.
Now we are on day 358 days of marriage and good wine or bad, a million or more still to go.

Rick's too lazy to post

Since Rick is too lazy (errr, I mean, busy) to post on his blog, I better update the world on his life as I see it. He's been flying every day except the weekends and yesterday. He has to be at work extremely early, like 5 am, everyday except today. He's flying the C-12 and the other day they stopped an engine mid-flight. He showed me a picture of it. I thought our camera was just really fast and able to take a picture of the prop while spinning. He rolled his eyes at me and Doug, his flying partner and the boat driver, laughed. Buttheads. Then he preceded to tell about turning off the engine in flight. I told him I would rather not hear about that. Apparently, their instructors turn buttons, levers, and controls off all the time to make them deal with in air emergencies. I just like to know that they safely landed.

Now he's studying for his 2:00 flight. Studying fuel drains. Ugghhhh. Not at all fun. He loves it though. The other day he convinced me that one of his instructors told him to study while playing Wii or any video game that took your concentration away from what you were studying. So he played Mario Cart and I had to quiz him on his checklists and emergency procedures. I was this {} close to falling asleep. Then I told our friend about what his instructor said so she could tell her husband and quiz him while he played video games. Rick laughed and told me he made that up so he could play Mario Cart. Ugh.

Oh, I almost forgot. Rick promoted to First Lt. in our living room. They didn't have a ceremony yet so I just pinned his stuff on in our living room really quick Monday morning. I was really dressed to impress in my gym clothes. (I wasn't sweaty and gross, just in my gym clothes)

Oh and of course you want to see what I look like when I go to the gym.

We're pretty cute. It's what we do.

Water Activities in Corpus

This is our friend Doug, driving his boat, The Black Pearl. He lives on Tortuga Lane. Seriously.




Rick tubing the canals behind Doug's house on Padre Island. This is before Doug tried to kill us both. Flipping Rick out of the tube and flipping me out of the loose chair on the boat. Sharks and other saltwater predators don't scare us. Doug and his boat driving does.

A horrible picture of Rick and I at the Bob Hall Pier beach. I don't know who Bob Hall was but he's important enough to have a pier named after him so maybe I should. We spent all morning jumping waves like you do when you are seven. Or when you haven't been to a beach in years. It was awesome. Except when I fought the undercurrent for 20 minutes trying to get to Rick. But I didn't have to go to the gym after that.

These are from we went sailing for the first and only time. You know how that went. I'm way to cool and artsy to look at the camera.

But Rick's not. Notice how hard I am griping the splashguard thing. And how dangerously close my head is to the boom. You can't see it bc of the sunglasses but there is fear in Rick's eyes. I am holding the sail as I take this picture.

We are just excited to live somewhere we can do stuff like this. It's been too long, especially for Rick. We can do spontaneous activites too just bc there is stuff happening in Corpus. The other night we went to dinner, didn't want to go home yet so we went to a Sharks arena football game. We ended up with free tickets so that made it even better. The game itself was horrible. Something like a bad jr high game. But still better than sitting at home watching another movie.

Speaking of movies, watch The Hangover. Go. Watch it. NOW. It's hilarious.

Being a Housewife

...is just the littlest bit boring. Just the teenyest. But Rick's schedule is so cock-eyed, I never knwo when he is going to be home and I just don't like the idea of working somewhere for just 4 months. That's lame. And it would probably be a lame job as well bc I wouldn't want to have a cool job and then leave it so soon. On the upside, I have been able to go to the gym just about everyday, we have lots of company coming in, and I am keeping busy doing stuff with the girls like painting. On the downside, I spend every waking moment with the dogs. I jammed by little pinkie finger spanking Bill last night when he wouldn't quit whining. I guess that's just karma for the dog abuser in this family. And you know what they say about karma. All in all, this time off from work is really going to help me become not only a world class athlete but a world class painter as well. What can I say, I'm really talented.

New town, new friends

Rick and I just got back from dinner at our friends', Marlena and Trey, house. They were in Columbus with us but, unfortunately, we didn't know them that well. We've gotten to know each other a lot more since we live right down the street from each other here. Marlena and I have been going to the gym a lot, walking and talking the whole way there. Another couple, Jeff and Caitlin, were there as well. Apparently they lived right around the corner from us in Columbus and we didn't even know it. I love meeting these new wives. I think it's so funny how you almost have to become instant friends when you move as often as we have. Always meeting new people and thinking fervently to yourself, "Please, please like me." We've been trying to get together about once a week to talk and do something girly. That something girly usually involves eating muffins and more talking, but what more can you ask for?

After hanging out with Marlena, Caitlin, and our respective husbands tonight, I realized how inspiring and uplifting being with other girls, especially wives can be. I don't know whether it is being in the miliary or the need to have strong friendships that makes us open up so much to each other. It's beautiful to sit back and watch it. I need remind myself to reap the benefits from these friendships more. There's this positive energy from everyone that feeds on itself so afterward you can't help but think that was a great time. These two girls especially inspire me to love my husband more, live life better, and just enjoy what you have where you are. It is amazing and I'm really grateful for that feeling.

Now, for a more tangible subject, Rick and I went down to the beach on Padre Island today for a picnic thing with his squadron. We didn't stay long instead going to our friend Doug's house and going out on his boat. Rick tubed and I took pictures and sunburned my legs. On the bright side, I didn't burn the whole leg, only in splotches where I didn't smear the leftover sunscreen from my arms. Because I never get any sun on my legs, I never burn there.

Post of Note

Just a few comments on the world around me today. 1

1) I think ants have infested our couch. I find them crawling all on me all the time and my legs are covered in bites. I'm not sure if they are ant bites, but since I've been spending a larger percentage inside on the couch than I have outside, I'm willing to bet they are. My plan is to wrap the couch up in saran wrap for a few weeks until they run out of air and die a slow death.

2) I'm drinking my first cup of coffee at my house, made by me, since Rick and I got married. Why didn't I do this before? It's been said by some that I'm a grouch in the morning. These are probably the same people who like to wake me up early. Maybe if they brought me coffee I wouldn't growl and throw things at them. Hello. Brilliant.

3) I'm two days strong at the gym this week and (gasp!) I'm kind of enjoying it. I'm planning to go in the afternoon today, instead of the morning, so we'll see if that happens.

Three's a good enough number today. The coffee hasn't completley kicked in and it is just barely 8 in the morning and I have to google how to kill ants in your couch.

Karate in the Garage

No, Rick and I didn't go do karate in the garage. One of us (me) would have gotten hurt and started crying. But can you name that movie?

We did do an activity today though. A really fun adventure that involved water, a boat, a little yelling and frustration, and no sunburns. Any guesses? Really? None? (This is interactive blog day). Okay, you win. I'll tell. We rented a sailboat and went sailing. Which, apparently, slightly terrifies me. We had about 70% of a good time. Once we got past the putting the boat in the water and all that frustration, it was fun. We were just in this tiny Sunfish and Rick kept "hiking" the boat to one side. We would go really fast, my butt would go in the water, and I would scream at him. I was also hanging on for dear life the entire time. Did I mention we were in site of the shore the entire time and in water barely over my head? I did learn all the sailing terms that go with a ten foot sunfish so if you ever need someone to point to the starboard side, I'm your girl. We stayed out for about two hours and will probably go out again. We just have to find someway to avoid putting in and pulling out the boat, aka the 30% that was not fun. Like the complete opposite of fun. Oh and I smashed my finger with the dagger board (let me know if you need a definition of that). That wasn't fun either.

Speaking of fingers, I used my spa day birthday gift yesterday. It was 90% awesome. It loses 10% only for the facial being one of the most painful experiences of my life. I knew I should have snuck out of there when the technician went to get the EXTRACTOR. I can't even talk about it. The massage and mani/pedi were 90% awesome. The pretty pastely pink polish I chose is fleeing from my nails as I type, though, proving I am not girly enough for pink nails. Give me racy red nails any day. They give you enough inner strength to sail without holding on for dear life. Pink is for pansies.

Corpus Christi

Just to let everyone know....I have accomplished at least one of my goals already. What can I say? I'm a high achiever.

I also realized I haven't graced the world with my comments on Corpus Christi. I like our house. Two bedrooms is great for us. And having a guest bathroom is wonderful. I'm not constantly cleaning the leftovers from Rick shaving in the morning (I just let that sit uncleaned in the sink upstairs). We have big windows in the living room and get so much more light that we did in Columbus. We still have random wierd empty places, like a family room in between the kitchen and what we are using as the dining room. I guess most people would put their table there but ours is too big. Anyway, it's hard for me to find a place for everything still. We have one less bedroom and fewer kitchen cabinets. Slowly but surely we're getting there and I'll be able to put pictures up soon. At least it gives me a chance to purge through all of our stuff. Maybe I'll have a garage sale and make a ton of money. I hear old Nintendo 64s have quite the resale value.

Possibly Achievable Goals

I never like to set my sights too far ahead when I set goals for myself. But if I do then I do it with the knowledge somewhere deep down inside me that I probably won't finish or achieve these goals. Sometimes I have no intention of completing these goals and sometimes I completely forget these goals. Just depends. Whatever to make myself feel better. BUT, I was thinking, "Hey, you keep thinking of all these things you'd like to do while you are in Corpus Christi. Why not write them down somewhere so you don't forget?" Then I thought, "What an idea? I can't believe no one has ever thought of this before. I am a genius." (See above: Whatever to make myself feel better). So here we go. Keep in mind we're really only trying for the achievable ones.

1. Write on this blog more than one more time.
2. Write on this blog more than once a month.
3. Keep going to the gym multiple times a week.
4. Take more pictures.
5. Learn to use other features on the camera besides the automatic button.
6. Clean and use the FILM SLR.
7. Take a sewing class. (I meant to type sailing but this sounded like fun too).
8. Go camping with Rick more than once.
9. Don't kill the dogs on camping trip.
10. Take a sailing class.
11. Keep cooking (and eating...duh)
12. Keep sneaking more and more veggies into Rick's diet.
13. Grow something.
14. Go fishing.
15. Take a seafood cooking class at the aquarium (ahhh, the irony).
16. Go to sandcastle building competition.
17. Do a successful hurricane evacuation.
18. Volunteer at the CC Science and History Museum.
19. Purge more of our stuff.
20. Love Rick more (just cause I know he will read this and I'm a sweetheart)

So you don't get to know which are the achievable goals. That why I don't have to take any crap about not achieving them. Who knows I may have never intended to achieve them anyway. So there.

Oh and I was going to put learn to sing on my list but stopped myself for two reasons. 1. It might be considered an unachievable dream. 2. I taught myself to sing tonight while washing dishes. Yes, it was my mixed up version of the Grease soundtrack and no one was around to confirm but I think it was pretty much awesome.

2 months ...one paragraph

So I suck at blogging. I just never think that anything is interesting enough to write it on here. But we have done a lot in those 2 months. Rick track selected and is now training with the Navy flying C12s in Corpus Christi, TX. Obviously, we had to move to Corpus in order to do this. So we did. And I was able to quit my god-awful child care job. Seriously, it was horrible. I haven't looked hard here for a job yet. We've been busy unpacking, going to Ft Worth, driving back from Ft Worth with no A/c !@@!, and unpacking some more.

We have gotten to see our friends, Sarah and Seth. Seth is Rick's long lost best friend. I think they were going through withdrawls the last year. And we've been able to play with their cute kids. Tonight we are having fish tacos and margaritas to celebrate my 24th birthday. I think I just felt a new wrinkle come out.

Mississippi's Fastest Growing Profession

Rick and I drove to Tuscaloosa today to get out of town and hit up a Target. Rick was really dying to go to Target. He heard they had some cute home decor products we might want to add to our decorating arsenal. Unfortunately, I was with him and cut him off. I let him get away with a magazine holder but pried the patterned dishtowels out of his hands.

Anyway, on our way there, I swear we passed three separate psychics advertising their services. Tuscaloosa is only an hour away. I didn't realize there was such a need for psychics in the area. I'm not even sure why you would go to a psychic. Obviously, to see your future. But do you ask questions or do they just tell you how many kids you'll have and when you'll die? Mississippi, I have news for you. You can control how many kids you have; it's called birth control. And everyone dies. I doubt she will give you an exact date. Oh, and why are psychics always women? Women who refer to themselves in the third person, like the infamous Miss Cleo or Mississippi's own Mrs. Faith. At least they are respectful to their selves.

In other exciting Columbus news, it stormed for an entire 24 hours. Lightning, thunder, hail,..the works. Now most of east Columbus is flooded. You think they might have sought out Mrs. Faith's advice before building their houses on low lying land. Hmmmmmmm.

Birth Control

Think you want kids? Get a job at a daycare and spend all morning (or all day, take your pick) with 5 babies from 3-5 months. 5 babies who apparently hate you bc they just want to cry all day. all day long. You feed them, burp them, set them down and WHAMMMMO there they go. You pick them up and they calm down. Then spit up all over you and laugh at it. Still want kids? Only if you are crazy or delusional enough to think yours won't be like that. Or maybe they won't but mine will be.

This is the best birth control ever. We may never have kids. That's how mentally and emotionally scarred I will be after this job.

Amazing

So I woke up this morning to a kitchen too dirty to cook in (hello, cold cereal!!). It was bad. A few random dishes from the SuperBowl party and then from cooking the day before. Yes, I should have washed them the night before, but I didn't. No real excuse. So I have my cold cereal and head off to work at 6, leaving Rick behind in his sweats watching Sportscenter. Fastforward seven hours...I walk in the front door and notice this amazing light gleaming at me. From my sparkling clean kitchen. Dishes done, counters wiped down, trash out, sink shined. Ahhhhhhh!!!
Then the living room with all our chairs (from teh party) put back. Then the patio with the grill put away and the dog poop picked up. Did I mention the kitchen? Yes, he's just that good.

Bad Habits

I don't neccessarily have bad habits but I don't really have many good ones. Good ones like updating my blog. That might be a good one to start. That and taking care of the dishes immediately after dinner. That would be a good one too.

So, in other exciting news, I got contacts. It only takes about 30 minutes to get them in and 15 minutes to take them out. So when I subtract the amount of time I used to spend searching for my glasses before (5 minutes), I'm only 40 minutes in the hole. I haven't done them early in the morning half-asleep yet though. Tomorrow I work at 6:15 so we'll see how it goes. I'm not getting up early to put them in. That's for sure. Especially when my glasses can shield me from wandering pee-storms at work. I was peed on 2.5 times today. While wearing jeans with two day old spit-up sweet potatoes. Awesome, huh? Oh the joys of childcare.

Rugalicious

I've been looking for a rug for our living area. It needs something to tie it all together and I'm tired on walking on dirty floors. Obviously the cheaper thing would be to sweep the floor more, but that wouldn't give us a cute decorated room. I thought about a natural sisal or jute rug but everything looked the same and I'm worried it might be scratchy underfoot. Then I found this:

I love it. It would tie in our goldy/orange curtains and a colorful African pastel with our neutral couch and the blue/beige fabric I bought to cover a chair. It's fun and makes the livingroom both contemporary and casual. Of course Rick hates it. Luckily, he says he doesn't really care what I do with the house. What do you think?

In the beginning

I've decided that I'm no longer satisfied with a random post or two on my husband's blog. It's time I take charge and grab one for my own. Besides, everyone is doing it.