Hop, Skip, and Holy Crap its almost here!

I think Kev and I had a very big reality check today, when we looked at the calendar and realized that this trip to Maine is literally right around the corner. We have kinda been dragging our feet on packing up the little stuff. It gets frustrating because its all so random. Not random enough to just throw in the trash, though I wish it were, but it has to go somewhere. I guess i'll just have to make a box and label it "Random Crap". Its funny how excited we were to move into this house and have outside closets and an attic. Now we are kicking ourselves in the butt! The more space equals way more crap to be packed and stored away. So, once we think we are reaching the end, Kev goes "OH CRAP! The outside closet in the backyard still has stuff in it!" *sigh* But we are getting there slowly but surely.


Tomorrow is packing the washer, dryer, and deep freezer into the storage unit. Hence, my day consisting of doing all and any laundry around the house. I know we will end up having more before we leave but I'm blessed with a neighbor that is totally down with me doing laundry there if need be. It cracks me up, my neighbor and I started off really disliking each other. We even got in a pretty heated argument a long while back. Its a long story and really not worth telling...lol. I think what it boiled down to, is that we are sooo much alike that we had to bud heads. We are both really strong personalities but at the end of it all I got a pretty great friend out of it =].


I guess i'll get back to my garbage reality tv on Hulu while I wait for the laundry to finish up!


Ta-Ta for now!
-Nay

If I only had a brain.

Can someone explain to me why it is that everything you do as a spouse while your husband ISN'T deployed is so hard??? It seems that ANYTHING I need to request or anything I need to do can't be done without him. Example: I called the Airmen Family Readiness group today to ask about getting help from the AFAS to get my wisdom teeth taken out asap. I'm still in so much pain, that eating and sleeping are very difficult. I finally get someone on the phone to ask about it the assistance and this guy starts talking to me like I'm retarded. " Are you the Active Duty Member? NO????? Where is he? Well I need to be talking to him NOT you!" One, he was being an ass and two do I suddenly lose my mind when my husband is home? Like, when he deploys, do I magically become competent enough to take care of things myself. As if him being here makes me stupid! The housing office did that crap to me too the other day. I called to reschedule the date for them to come inspect the house. She treated me like dirt too. I hate it! I have a lot of choice words about it but I've decided to take the high road....on this blog anyways. In my mind is a WHOLE other story. LOL The crazy thing is that even if he does call about something I need done, he ends up handing me the phone anyways. I TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING. I'm sure that goes for a majority of military families. I deal with our finances, health care, or other big decision making. Why do they ALWAYS assume the man makes the decisions? HELLO IGNORANT ASS! Its 2011....wake up.


End Rant.


Ta-freakin-Ta for now!
-Nay

Sunday madness...madness I tell you!

Needless to say, the day did not start off on the right foot for me. I woke up this morning and my left side of my mouth was crazy swollen. Yes, I still have the deformed chipmunk look going for me. I wouldn't care so much if it didn't feel like someone has hit me in the mouth with a hammer numerous times. The bright side to this morning, I woke up to a little Roo Roo(Taylor) in my face. Smiling with his two little teeth and bouncing with excitement beside my bed. Kev woke up early to go to the first service at church so, he could come home and sand those paintings off Noah's room wall while we were at second service. That plan sounded fine the night before but turned quickly into a nightmare of a morning for me. While Kev was at church, I got a shower, got the kids ready, and put Roo down for a quick nap before church. Well, time started to slip away really fast and when I don't make it out of the house in a timely manner my anxiety shoots through the roof. So, I'm running around like a bat outta hell, getting the boys in the car, grabbing our bags, and YES popping a Xanax! Which btw, it takes a good 40 mins for the affects to set in. Of course, because I'm already running late and stressed like no one can imagine, people have to drive like idiots all the way there. Don't EVEN get me started on church going drivers. I don't know what it is about them on Sunday, that they feel they are entitled to drive in the fast lane at -2 miles an hour and cause people to almost wreck going around them! Just to add the icing on the cake? They just shrug and smile about it! YOUR A SICK SICK person. Sorry...got a little carried away on that one. Anyways, I arrive at church and I'm clearly already ready to go back home. Kev was there to help bring the kids into the nursery but you know when your like already just pissed off and you just wanna rip off someones head? Yeah, I was definitely already there. Poor Kev, got the brunt of the whole thing but I'm lucky to have someone who understands my anxiety. So, church has already started and again for me that spikes more anxiety because I should have already been in there. Instead of going right in I have a cup of coffee in the lobby and BAM my Xanex FINALLY kicks in.


I walked down to the nurseries to check on both the boys. Of course, Taylor is just fine as always but then there is Noah. For some reason, the people that work the Noah's nursery put bad behaving children in a little cage all alone in the back of the room. I for one am NOT okay with this. So, I'm sure to tell them that if he does act up to just call me. Which brings me to the fact I've never seen my child act out the way they described. So, I decided I would stand outside the tinted glass door and watch him for a bit. Well, there is this little girl with a cup full of snacks and all the kids are going and grabbing out of her cup. HELLO! They are babies and if one has a snack they are ALL going to want it. At this point I see Noah and two other little girls going and grabbing out of the cup. But this woman ONLY grabs my son and pushes him away from the snack, saying "NO NO!". I'm thinking to myself...."Umm, NO NO, To you lady!". I walk in and just grab Noah and his bag and leave. Seriously, I understand your volunteers and not trained. But even a stupid person would know to give that little girl a snack somewhere, where the other kids can't bother her. JUST SAYIN'.


My Sunday got a bit better after that. I mean I feel bad not going to the service (Pastor Ferrall, please forgive me) but my anxiety/annoyance level were at there max! I went and had my nails did..YAY! I'm proud of Kev and I. We were very productive! Kev took care of those paintings, you can't even tell they are there, and I cleaned the HECK out of the master bathroom! I'm really looking forward to the final inspection on this house. I know they are going to try and pull me for anything but LET ME TELL YOU! This house was NOT cleaned thoroughly before we moved in. As I'm cleaning, I'm starting to notice that the painters painted right over hair and dust. Its really disgusting...with the way I clean, this house has probably never been cleaned like this before. LOL Point? I'm ready for whatever the hell they want to try and pin on me. I don't think THEY are ready. haha


Noah is totally snoring! I think he had a long day.


Wow, this blog went on A LOT longer then I had anticipated. I definitely won't hold it against you if you didn't read it all the way through but thanks for caring enough to act like you did.


Ta-Ta for now!
-Nay 

Memories we make...

Okay, so my plans to clean the house and pack more kinda fell through. But I'm glad they did.

We started at Olive Garden...starting to notice its one of my favorite restaurants yet? 

Next destination was a cool place called Jumpin' Beans. It is basically a HUGE inflated playground with slides and ladders. Noah had a blast on it but there were three little girls that kept running him over poor baby. LOL I think the one thing I really got a kick out of, was watching as new Dad's would get into the bouncy playground and just stand there. Like you could just see it in their eyes, they wanted to just go to town on that thing just like the kids. Slowly but surely you would see him start to loosen up and give a little bouncy. Then the next time I look there is Kev and a few other Dads jumping right along with the kids. Its just fun to see the kid come out in people you don't expect to see it from.

We arrive at Triangle Mall to find this fun little Car/Cart to ride in. You usually have to pay $6 just to rent one of these things, so we felt pretty lucky to have it for free dollars. It cracks me up because Taylor totally sat in it the ENTIRE time with no complaints. Not normal for him. He is getting so big and not needing me as much. I haven't decided if that makes me sad or proud yet...we will go with bittersweet. They were so cute riding through the mall. People would just smile at them or tell us they we're adorable. My response? "I know." haha Nahh, just kidding but they did look so cute.

Of all things, we found a train riding around the mall. Noah just HAD to have a ride and I think Kev really enjoyed it too =]. I really love that Noah has taken so fondly to trains. My Great Grand Daddy loved them and I was really close to him. I lost him a few years back and it broke my heart. You know that one family member that just gets you? He was that person for me. Tomorrow is actually his birthday. Happy Heavenly birthday Ydaddy, not a day goes by that I don't miss you. 

After all the fun and excitement, Noah was OUT! 

At the end of the day we probably spent a little too much money but honestly, the memories we are making are worth it. With Daddy heading out soon, the babies and I really need these good times with him. I know he definitely appreciated it. I love my little family and the good times we have. <3

Ta-Ta for now.

-Nay

Oh! For TOOTH sake!

So, I was up a majority of the night with a toothache from hell. My "wisdom" teeth are coming in and there is ZERO room for them. That begs the question...Why do they call them wisdom teeth?? They don't make me any smarter, if anything they make me dumber and more forgetful then I already am because they hurt so damn bad! I've been needing to get them all taken out for years but the military dental plan doesn't cover extractions. Which means i'd be forking over $2000 or more...and I don't have that. Until I can afford it, i'll continue looking like a deformed chipmunk and keep taking the LoraTab the dentist threw me to, "Hold me over." Also, I've been putting Anbesol on the "area" that hurts. Which in turn makes my whole left side of my mouth numb and I start to drool like my 9 month old. Now I understand why he chews on everything and anything, just to get some relief. Could you imagine me gnawing on a shoe as my husband comes home? BAHAHA Sorry hunnie, just trying to get relief from these damn teeth! 

Plan of attack for this lovey Saturday? I know the husband wants to get a start fixing holes in the wall and sand off the paintings he did on Noah's walls. Makes me kinda sad but at the same time i'm so ready to be done with this house. I guess its the Military brat in me that is just all about moving. Once the word is put in and its time to go...LET'S GO! So far this morning I've cut baby finger/toe nails and changed "unpleasant" diapers. I'd say that is a good start....

Ta-Ta for now!

-Nay

Life, it can be so unfair.

My heart aches for a friend of mine today. I pray and I pray that God just let her catch a break. All I can feel, is that my prayers are getting the busy signal because more and more crap piles on her. It isn't a situation where I can see where the point is in God's plan because she doesn't deserve what she is going through. I know its not my place to ever question God and I should probably just "shut up and color". Its just so hard not to wonder why.


We are deep in the process of packing everything into storage and sorting through the piles of "what the hell?" and "where do you go?". The vacation to Maine is about two weeks away and it can't come fast enough. To catch you up briefly, my husband is going to be deployed for 6 months and during that time i'll be staying near my In-Laws in Texas. Before the move to Texas, there is a family reunion in Maine for a week. Well, its suppose to be for two weeks but I can only handle one week with a large crowd of people I don't know before my anxiety kills me. I have issues. Shoot, who the hell doesn't. My issues consist of an anxiety disorder and ADD. Can I just tell you how bad a combination that is? I've been off my med's since before I had my first son but luckily the clinic squeezed me in this week for a refill. I can't even imagine doing a flight to Maine, a family reunion, a flight back, and a flight to Texas without med's. I'm pretty sure someone would have me committed!


Now you will understand why most of my blogs will be scattered and unstructured. If that's what you use to, then you've come to the wrong place. Just sayin'. lol


Ta-ta for now!
-Nay