When I look at these, I realize how extraordinary our lives are. Every year, we have our family pictures taken on a jet.
And it's completely normal.
And that's cool.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Family Pictures
When I look at these, I realize how extraordinary our lives are. Every year, we have our family pictures taken on a jet.
And it's completely normal.
And that's cool.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Ungrateful
I've been wanting to post all these thoughts as little tidbits on facebook or twitter or something (If I had a twitter) but with everyone's statuses reflecting, "I'm so thankful for yada, yada, etc." I can't be the only ungrateful schmoe on the internet.
Here are things that really 'grind my gears' these days.
1. Moving
2. Children who only take a one hour nap and then are miserable the rest of the day
3. Friends who tell you, "Let me know if you need anything at all! I'll help with whatever you need." but are NEVER available to help. It doesn't count if you only do things for people when it's absolutely convenient for YOU and YOU only.
4. We're moving to the MIDDLE OF NOWEHERE, AMERICA. No, I'm serious. The closest Walmart is over 25 miles away. What's goign to be inbetween my house and that Walmart? DIRT. Don't get me started on how far away the closest Target is. I'm 100% serious when I say I'd rather be here in Korea with good friends, an awesome squadron, Emart, an ajuma and not need a car.
5. the president
6. The whole Sarah Palin mess
7. Everytime we move now, we will move right in the middle of T-giving, X-mas and BOTH boys' birthdays. I feel like we will almost never have birthday or X-mas decorations in our house again.
8. Dogs who poop in the dining room
9. The fact that I can't sign for anything for my move. I 'don't count' over here, even though I'm command sopnsored. But my husband is too busy working to just sign things. And they think they're going to normalize this place.
The end, I'm done. Hopefully I'll be in a better mood tomorrow.
Here are things that really 'grind my gears' these days.
1. Moving
2. Children who only take a one hour nap and then are miserable the rest of the day
3. Friends who tell you, "Let me know if you need anything at all! I'll help with whatever you need." but are NEVER available to help. It doesn't count if you only do things for people when it's absolutely convenient for YOU and YOU only.
4. We're moving to the MIDDLE OF NOWEHERE, AMERICA. No, I'm serious. The closest Walmart is over 25 miles away. What's goign to be inbetween my house and that Walmart? DIRT. Don't get me started on how far away the closest Target is. I'm 100% serious when I say I'd rather be here in Korea with good friends, an awesome squadron, Emart, an ajuma and not need a car.
5. the president
6. The whole Sarah Palin mess
7. Everytime we move now, we will move right in the middle of T-giving, X-mas and BOTH boys' birthdays. I feel like we will almost never have birthday or X-mas decorations in our house again.
8. Dogs who poop in the dining room
9. The fact that I can't sign for anything for my move. I 'don't count' over here, even though I'm command sopnsored. But my husband is too busy working to just sign things. And they think they're going to normalize this place.
The end, I'm done. Hopefully I'll be in a better mood tomorrow.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
You'll never guess
who called me.
**This is in no way edited, photoshopped, or altered. I solemnly swear my phone rang with this display on the caller ID.
**This is in no way edited, photoshopped, or altered. I solemnly swear my phone rang with this display on the caller ID.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
TDY Blues
It's actually been awhile since Cory's been TDY and left me here alone. I think the last time was Safety School, 10 months ago.
Maybe that's why this time seems a lot harder than I remember.
Don't get me wrong, a lot of things are easier: I don't cook much, We aren't scheduled to "When Daddy is going to get home", and anytime after bedtime is MY time.
But more than not, things are harder. Weekends especially suck. That's when you see a lot of the dads out on the playground with the kids, giving mom a break.
Families are walking to the bx together, and moms are at the commissary sans children.
It also doesn't help that it's wet and stormy outside, we're stuck in the house, trying to keep from overdosing on Mickey Mouse Three Muskateers and Cheese-its.
We do have the new bowling alley play place, which is AWESOME, but Clay can't really enjoy crawling around there without eating leftover french fries that missed the trash can, or licking the floor. (See Anna, I have SOME standards..geesh)
The bx play area is pretty good. But it's hit or miss as far as packed, or empty, people I do or don't know. (And let's face it, I don't want to make small talk with people I don't know when I only have 30 some-odd-days left here)
Wednesday is a holiday, everyone and theirs will be traveling to Everland. It was going to be our last trip there before we left and now instead I'll probably be reading about Cadavers and going to bed early.
I thought about going on my own, but Carter can't ride many rides himself and Clay's not old enough for anything. Even in the ballroom, I'd have to hold him the whole time. And have you held that kid lately? He's got to weigh 50 lbs!?
Maybe that's why this time seems a lot harder than I remember.
Don't get me wrong, a lot of things are easier: I don't cook much, We aren't scheduled to "When Daddy is going to get home", and anytime after bedtime is MY time.
But more than not, things are harder. Weekends especially suck. That's when you see a lot of the dads out on the playground with the kids, giving mom a break.
Families are walking to the bx together, and moms are at the commissary sans children.
It also doesn't help that it's wet and stormy outside, we're stuck in the house, trying to keep from overdosing on Mickey Mouse Three Muskateers and Cheese-its.
We do have the new bowling alley play place, which is AWESOME, but Clay can't really enjoy crawling around there without eating leftover french fries that missed the trash can, or licking the floor. (See Anna, I have SOME standards..geesh)
The bx play area is pretty good. But it's hit or miss as far as packed, or empty, people I do or don't know. (And let's face it, I don't want to make small talk with people I don't know when I only have 30 some-odd-days left here)
Wednesday is a holiday, everyone and theirs will be traveling to Everland. It was going to be our last trip there before we left and now instead I'll probably be reading about Cadavers and going to bed early.
I thought about going on my own, but Carter can't ride many rides himself and Clay's not old enough for anything. Even in the ballroom, I'd have to hold him the whole time. And have you held that kid lately? He's got to weigh 50 lbs!?
Monday, November 2, 2009
Marshmallows
In the 60s, there was a famous study done with immediate gratification as it's subject.
Basically, 4 year olds were given 1 marshmallow, and could choose to eat it then, or wait about 15 minutes and get a second one.
The results weren't astonishing. 15 years later the kids who could wait for the second one were happier, positive, and self motivating.
"They had the habits of successful people which resulted in more successful marriages, higher incomes, greater career satisfaction, better health, and more fulfilling lives than most of the population."
The kids who couldn't wait were more troubled, indecisive and less self confident.
My mom and I were talking about this subject related to our own children and came upon the following conclusions:
My brother would have conned everyone into paying him to eat their marshmallows, stealthily stolen the rest of the bag and sold it to unsuspecting kids at recess.
I would have eaten the marshmallow right away, and then argued, then charmed my way to getting a second one anyway.
My expectations for my family?
Cory would have waited until 14:59 seconds, eaten the first marshmallow, then found the loop hole in the reg that says he is still entitled to the second one.
Carter would have eaten the first one right away, then screamed, cried and begged until everyone's eye balls were about to bleed and they had to call a priest because they thought he needed an exorcism.
Clay would have eaten the first one right away, farted, and been happy and content about the whole situation.
What would you/yours do?
Basically, 4 year olds were given 1 marshmallow, and could choose to eat it then, or wait about 15 minutes and get a second one.
The results weren't astonishing. 15 years later the kids who could wait for the second one were happier, positive, and self motivating.
"They had the habits of successful people which resulted in more successful marriages, higher incomes, greater career satisfaction, better health, and more fulfilling lives than most of the population."
The kids who couldn't wait were more troubled, indecisive and less self confident.
My mom and I were talking about this subject related to our own children and came upon the following conclusions:
My brother would have conned everyone into paying him to eat their marshmallows, stealthily stolen the rest of the bag and sold it to unsuspecting kids at recess.
I would have eaten the marshmallow right away, and then argued, then charmed my way to getting a second one anyway.
My expectations for my family?
Cory would have waited until 14:59 seconds, eaten the first marshmallow, then found the loop hole in the reg that says he is still entitled to the second one.
Carter would have eaten the first one right away, then screamed, cried and begged until everyone's eye balls were about to bleed and they had to call a priest because they thought he needed an exorcism.
Clay would have eaten the first one right away, farted, and been happy and content about the whole situation.
What would you/yours do?
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Happy Halloween
We got to hang out with some wonderful friends last night. We had wine, witches brew, cookies, dip (and all of those WONDERFUL things that AREN'T on our diet - needless to say, yesterday was our splurge day.)
We pooled our candy, the children beat each other up with pretend power tools, and fun was had by all!
Here's Carer learning the fine rituals of "Trick or Treat"
All the kiddos that were in the Bulldogs back at DM! We're all Draggins now!
Clay is after me!
Lucy, Masyn and the boys. Did you notice Lucy is a sushi roll? How cute is that!?
Clay posing
Woody and Buzz Lightyear
Clay and Elysianne. They were both born at the 121 about 20 days apart. I actually got to meet her a day after she was born when I was up there for NST monitoring.
"Hey Baby, give me a call sometime."
We pooled our candy, the children beat each other up with pretend power tools, and fun was had by all!
Here's Carer learning the fine rituals of "Trick or Treat"
All the kiddos that were in the Bulldogs back at DM! We're all Draggins now!
Clay is after me!
Lucy, Masyn and the boys. Did you notice Lucy is a sushi roll? How cute is that!?
Clay posing
Woody and Buzz Lightyear
Clay and Elysianne. They were both born at the 121 about 20 days apart. I actually got to meet her a day after she was born when I was up there for NST monitoring.
"Hey Baby, give me a call sometime."
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