And it's only 8:30am

Surprise surprise, even after two kids and not taking a math class in six years I did pretty darn good. Good thing it wasn't 9th grade math...that could have been a whole other story ;)

You Passed 8th Grade Math

Congratulations, you got 10/10 correct!

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Thought I'd Share My Wallpaper

Getting into the "spirit" of Halloween. You can find this one or others here.

Random Thoughts

Why, oh why, am I still nursing the baby to sleep? How is it that at four months, we could put Trey in his crib, completely awake with a bottle of water and he'd go to sleep, yet at 16 months Leah will not sleep until she's fully satisfied and had her fill of me physically and emotionally?? She awoke at 10:45 last night and after trying to get her back down for two hours, I handed her off to Bill completely frustrated. They played Madden Football on the computer until 3am when she finally decided she was ready to go to sleep. She was too tired to fight for me and fell asleep against his chest.

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How is it that after only three hours of sleep the baby is ready to start the day?? Why is it that she has decided not to sleep the night before my busiest day of work? Thank God Bill has the week off.

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Does turning four initiate you into the horrible knock knock jokes that we will endure for years to come?

Trey: Knock knock
Us: Who's there?
Trey: Uhh...
Bill: This is where you're supposed to say something, son.

Trey: Knock knock
Us: Who's there?
Trey: Me.
Us: Me who?
Trey: It's Me! TREY!!

Oh, boy.

How long before he learns the banana, orange knock knock joke?

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Complete and total evidence that I was born and raised in southern California:
Me: Hey, the weatherman said it was supposed to be in the 60's today. Is it still cold outside? (Being completely serious when I think that 60 is freezing).

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Are we strange for having pancakes for dinner? How about the fact that I am about to smother them with creamy Skippy peanut butter before dousing them with syrup? Am I possibly related to Elvis in that we are having bacon on the side? The only thing missing is the banana.

Hey, at least the kids will actually eat dinner tonight.

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I have known my dad for 29 years. Why is it that I never noticed he had a northern accent? As we talked on the phone he pointed out that a client could tell that he was from Michigan by his accent.

Huh? You don't have an accent!

Yeah, he could tell by the way I said "car".

Oh...guess you do kinda say car funny, but I never noticed. Dad, it's carrrrr.

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Pictures of the pumpkin patch are forthcoming.

Happy Birthday, Little Man

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2005

Where have I been?

Bill's parents visited for a long weekend.
We went out to eat...a lot.
I went to work.
Trey went to school.
Leah went to the hospital with a bout of croup.
Bible study.
MOPS.
Church.
Birthday party.

Busy busy busy.

Leah is fine. Now Trey is sick. I think I'm getting something. Hmm. Never a dull moment.

Bill starts three weeks of leave after this week is over. It's not going to be an easy week for him. The memorial is on Thursday for the sixteen men that gave their all to their country and I know that's going to affect him more than he's willing to admit. Counseling should be mandatory for each and every service member who returns from the battleground...but it's not. At least it's offered now.

We are too broke to go anywhere on his vacation so we'll be doing more of the same. I've offered to unpack an acquaintances home. I'm crazy. I don't even really know this person. I talk to her at church and I know she's a military wife and I know she just moved but that's it. She asked how things were going with Bill being home so I reciprocated and asked how her husband, who is currently deployed to Iraq is doing. The floodgates burst. He called her and said he was packing his gear and couldn't tell her where he was going, that he'd call her when he got the chance. How scary is that? She's got a school age daughter who is in daycare when she's not in school because she, herself is enrolled in college fulltime and has be in fulltime in order to get her GI bill (yet another thing I didn't know. She was in the military!?!) She's living out of boxes and there's military wife/military neighborhood drama and she's had it. She's going to go postal if she doesn't get some help. I can't watch her kid. I can't tell her where her husband is. I can't do her homework for her. Bill is going to be home and I can unpack. I've done it eight times in the last ten years. "Make me a copy of your house key" I tell her. Personally, I could never give up control of my stuff for someone else to unpack. She's going to take me up on it. Even asked if I had any interior decorating skills. She's trusting me to HANG pictures and homeify her house.
I had help when Bill was gone. This is my pay it forward.

Now on a totally different note...Go here and fill her comment box with encouraging words. I've been harassing her to start a blog for months now. This is my crazy friend Amanda who I went to high school with, who survived belong side me while both of our husbands were in Iraq in 2003, who was my neighbor on base for a while and who is ironically living in my husband's home town right now.