I'm coming back just real quick

To say that CLORIS IS GONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now DWTS can actually be a dancing competition instead of Cloris doing her comedy. While funny, it's not dancing. OK, thats all I wanted to say. Back to my break.......

It's time

For a break. I may come back now and then, but it's break time. I'll see you all soon.

This is why I love living in CA

Anyone that has read my blog knows that I love Dancing with the Stars. I watch it every week. My grandma also loves it. Last weekend my cousin Dustin went through the LA temple in preparation for his mission. My cousin blogged about it here. Afterwards, they went to Tito's in Culver City. Which is actual mexican food. (which doesn't exist where I currently live) And lo and behold, who was there but Julianne Hough. Here is a picture of my grandma with her. I don't know if she's happy because she is taking a picture with Julianne or because she just had great mexican food. Julianne was there with her mom. Having lunch. If I had been there, I am not sure what I would be more excited about. I guess if Tito's had fish taco's I might be more excited about the food. So, CA, I just might be coming soon. Make sure you have some great fish taco's for me, and it would be nice to actually meet a movie star after living there for twenty years......:)

Not enough

We found out yesterday afternoon where we will be spending the next few years of our lives. Which is great. We finally know. But we don't have orders. We don't have any dates. Nothing except a location. Which is almost worse than not knowing at all. Because with only two months before he graduates, we have to make plans. But we don't know enough to make any solid plans. So many variables. Matt has to go to officer training school. We have to drive about 3,000 miles to our new home. The waiting list to live on post in our new home is the longest we have experienced. And Matt has to physically be there to put us on the wait list. We don't know the area at all, but luckily have two military friends that are already there that can help us. Andrew needs to be in school. I am having a baby. AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
It's been a very overwhelming 36 hours. And today we found out that the military will only get Matt from here to his school. If he goes to our new place, we will have to put out the money to get him back over in this area. But I will be homeless when we get there. We could rent a place until we have a place on post. But I don't want to move twice. We could buy a house. Not to mention that my sister is getting married. TOO MANY DECISIONS!!!!!!! So, we are waiting for another tidbit of information that the army is willing to give to us. I have about 3 or 4 different plans of action currently in my head, trying to figure out which one will be the best. Sigh. Maybe next week things will be a little more clear.

Before I go to bed

I wanted to clarify something. Jen commented in my last post and ended with I hope that you will be able to find peace with your decision and trust in the Lord. And I got to thinking, did I sound like I was not at peace with our decision? Did I sound anxious about it? (cause we all know I have some major anxiety issues) I want to state that I am very much at peace with our decision to be in the military, or more specifically, the Army. I can't even go into the people we've met, experiences and opportunities that have been avaliable because of being in the military that otherwise would not have been there. Yes, my husband will deploy. Millions have done it before. Millions more will. The reality of deployment was in my face every day when we lived in San Antonio. Our street had a burn victim not to mention a kid across the street whose leg was blown up and when we left he was thinking of just taking off the whole thing. Every time I took the kids to the doctor we would see amputees every where. We had several people call the house (I was RS pres) and ask for blessings down at the hospital for their husband/son because they had lost limbs and/or been burned. I know that marriages break up over deployments. I know that there are families whose husbands do not come back. But I also know that this is the right place for us to be. It has given our family stability, health care, travel, and schooling opportunities. So, yes, military life is not suited to everyone. And whats too bad is many of them don't know it until they've already signed up. But not for us. This is the place for us. As we get closer to the end of this next enlistment (which won't be for a while) we will be reevaluating to make sure it is still the right place.

Big reality check

So, this morning I got a phone call from someone at church asking me to watch her daughter so that she could go and be with a friend who's husband was killed while deployed. This woman's family was coming in soon, but until then needed some support.

Needless to say this has triggered many thoughts in my head.

I have two other friends whose husbands have come home so altered from deployment (suffering from PTSD and one suffered a brain injury) that they are both currently separated from them. One of their husbands kicked her out. The problem is that they aren't getting the help that they need. They aren't going to a counselor. Neither is the one with the brain injury going to the center they have there especially for that so that he can get the help he needs. Both have children, and luckily one has a degree and the other will have hers shortly.

We haven't had to think about deployment for a very long time. Actually, it has never been something we've ever had to deal with to this point. He did go to Iraq for a week while he was in the chorus to perform for the soldiers. That was the week of Christmas. But for the last five and a half years, being deployed was not a reality for us.

When Matt decided to do Physicians Assistant school, we knew it was only a matter of time, once he was done with school and his officers courses, that he would be deployed. In his job, he would mostly be caring for the wounded. Saving lives really. Which I am intensely proud of. He will be helping these soldiers to get back to their families. There is the possibility of him having to go out with the medics at different times. So, that part is scary. But, that is my reality. He will rarely be shot at or even have to shoot. But see, I think about this. I feel if I don't, when the time comes (which it could come as early as this summer depending on where we go) I won't be ready. I will be a mess. And I can't do that. Yeah, it will be hard, difficult, horrible even. But when you join the military, that is part of our lives. His mom refuses to even discuss it. Won't think about it at all. Which is really going to hurt her in the end.

So, today as I watch my friends daughter, I will have many thoughts going through my mind. And I hope as I see my friends around me dealing with things that I can learn and take from it as much as I can so that when my turn comes up, I'm as ready as I can be.

No control at all

I am going a bit crazy over here. First, we keep getting told "oh, you'll know by tomorrow where you're going". Yeah, right. Stop pulling my chain and stop messing with peoples lives and freaking just tell us so that I can plan. Seriously. My sister has recently gotten engaged and has chosen the worst date ever to get married. My other sister actually chose a worse date (it ended up being the day after I came home from my mission) but I had no control over that. This time, I've been told that one of the reasons her date was chosen was because two of her best/favorite ROOM MATES would be able to be there. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but if she is consulting her ROOM MATES why wasn't her SISTER consulted????????? My husband graduates three days after she gets married. Both dates are WAY TOO CLOSE to Christmas. Which means, if I wanted to go to said wedding I would have to find about $1500 for all of us to get there. That's saying Matt could go. Or if we could even go. Because we might be moving. Again. My parents were also planning on coming to visit us next month. But my dad takes the longest time to do things. Turns out he might have made a good choice. He called today and said that he would rather help pay for us to come to my sisters wedding than spend the money to come out here. But can I do anything about anything?? No. Because I don't know if we're moving. Am I whining? Yes. I cannot be upset about this tomorrow. Because I give myself a certain amount of time to be angry about something. That way I can get it out. I just hate being out of control. And while I'm at my whining, I just want to add that maternity pants really need to be made longer. I have a 36 inch inseam people. Why does everyone stop at 34???? I need those two extra inches. I'm making do with what I've got, but I'm hoping those belly bands I bought are going to help me wear my regular pants (which of course are 36 inches) so that I don't look retarded. Also, why is Cloris still on DWTS???? I am never able to watch it so that I can vote. Sigh. Tomorrow there will be no whining or complaining or anger. In fact, there are a few things that are making me laugh right now. Like how my SIL called and said that my FIL was in the hospital with ammonia. I thought, um, did he walk in carrying some? Or did he drink it? Or sniff it?? I repeated "he has pneumonia" and she said yeah, ammonia. Sigh. I had a good laugh at that one. I've been laughing at that one since Saturday.

Pure self inflicted torture

I just spent the last half hour watching Rick Steve's Europe as he was in the Dordogne River Valley. And while I loved every minute of it, the longing I felt to go back there and live that life. And while my French is slowly going down the tubes, I still feel like I could live there without problem. I will live there again someday. I just don't know when. Why do I torture myself? I don't know. Maybe to remind myself that I won't live here forever. Or just to be jealous of Rick because his job is to travel and eat amazing food, and at the same time get to share it with all who watch his videos. Just not fair.

I'm up because

Those d*#@ palmetto (read roaches) are in my house again. I've found a few here and there. And tonight I got up to turn off the lights and close the computer, and there was another one. In the time it took to get shoes on and to grab the raid, that nasty thing had hidden. But I'm smarter than they are. I know that if I wait long enough, they come out. And then they die. Die die die die die. And then when they are dead, I get my rubber gloves, three sheets of paper towels and dispose of it. If for no other reason, I want to leave here so that I can be free of these things. I have a few other reasons too. And a few reasons to want to stay. And I also got a late night phone call. But that phone call will have to wait for another post. At least until I've wrapped my mind around it. And while I'm mentioning random things, I've been watching a lot of Sleeping Beauty lately. Does anyone else just love Merriweather?? I love how she just tells it how it is. And how she doesn't want Aurora to have a pink dress. I think she is my favorite part of the whole movie. And now I'm going to sleep.

Driving while listening to country music is dangerous

I don't do a lot of driving around town. Mostly because we are a one car family this year. (yes, it's hard and yes, I can't wait until we get another car) When I do drive, I do like to listen to music. And a lot of the stations around here are country. But I seem to have the worst luck. For a while, every time I turned on country music, there was that song about the soldier writing from deployment and then you figure out he's died, and he's reassuring his family that he's ok. Seriously, how is one supposed to drive when listening to that? Yesterday that song didn't come on (thank goodness or people would have thought something was wrong with me. who gets out of their car with red teary eyes?) But on the way home, I heard that song about "you're gonna miss this", and then another song about a guy talking to a 100 year old man and how he says "don't blink". Come on. What would it look like when I roll down my window to give the guard my ID to get back on post crying my eyes out?? I managed to keep it under control. But we're going to have to limit my country music intake. Especially now. Although Jodee Macina's song about wanting to be around to watch when the guy gets dumped "to leave you with your fire burning and no way to put it out" (my favorite line) was a good way to even out the emotions of the afternoon. Country music causes water to develop in the eyes and prohibits them from seeing properly. Which you kind of need to do while driving. Friends don't let friends listen to country music while driving.

It's that time

When I start seriously thinking about Christmas. I've started making my Christmas cards. This past summer I made birthday calendars as gifts. Calendars that do not have the days of the week, just the days of the month that you can use year after year to keep track of birthdays, anniversaries, and any other important thing you want to remember year after year. I also want to give these awesome reusable bags as gifts to my family as a reminder that we need to take care of our earth. I want to get me some too.:) For the rest of my gifts, I'm going to try and use Etsy as much as I can. I'm also going to make some ornaments to give away too. I've decided to stop buying regular wrapping paper. I'm switching to brown paper. It is cheaper, I can use it for any holiday or occasion, and I can dress it up by using cool ribbon or twine along with a homemade tag. And you can recycle that stuff. I actually got some great green twine at Hobby Lobby for super cheap. And it will last a long time. I don't know yet what I'll get for my kids. I do have an idea for Matt. And for what I want???? I just want to be in my own home for once at Christmas. And maybe not move until after Christmas. So that I can use my decorations and ornaments. If not, this will be the third year that we won't be in our own home at Christmas. I don't think I can handle that a third time. Because Santa has a hard time showing up in a hotel room where we're all sleeping in the same room. And I've bought candles. A peppermint one, hot spiced cider, and pumpkin pie. My house will smell fabulous. I can't wait.

Tagged again

MommyK at The Great Walls of Baltimore tagged me for the six random things meme. I'm supposed to list six insignificant details about myself and tag six other people.

1. When I see people that have bad haircuts and dress badly, I give them a make over in my head. I fix their hair, change their shoes and give them a new outfit. And they just look so much better. And I do the same thing to myself. Especially right now when I really really need a haircut.

2. My mom made me take piano lessons when I was little. As I got older, oh I think around 9 or 10 I really started to hate it. She still made me do it. Going into high school, I started to like it. But I am no soloist. I am an accompanist. Playing solos is a lot more difficult for me than playing for someone to sing. I actually LOVE playing for a person that can sing well. I do not like playing for congregations much because they follow the piano rather than me following them. So I always try and play quicker than it should be because they will drag me down with them.

3. I hate getting my hands dirty. I use gloves to do the dishes and to clean the bathroom. If I had to do yard work, I would use gloves too. I just REALLY hate being dirty.

4. I'm a closet crier. I hate crying when there are people around. I also am very uncomfortable when others start to cry. Especially if I don't know them terribly well. I cry when I watch movies, sometimes commercials, and some TV shows. I get very involved with what I watch. Which is why I have to be very careful about the things I watch. But if I know the person well, I can be a sympathetic crier.

5. I've only been to one real concert my entire life. I saw Micheal Damien perform at the Weber County Fair though one year, but I don't count that. My real concert was watching Big Bad Voodoo Daddy open for Steve Miller at the Greek Theater in LA. We watched them open, tried to watch Steve Miller, and got bored. I love their music, but talk about visually boring. Just a bunch of old guys wearing too tight pants and leather vests and some lights. But I was wearing a short skirt and I was with two guys. Not that I had anything for either of them, but it was fun.

6. I have a hard time when there are a lot of conflicting noises around me. For example, people talking while the TV is loud and the dishwasher is on. Or when my husband tries to sing along with songs but doesn't sing the words right with it, but after it because he doesn't know the song. Or when he makes up words. Or when my kids are screaming in the house. I just hate it. I feel like my head is going to explode.

People I tag:
Shell
Rachel
Jessica
Heidi
Monica
Amanda

Tagged

I was tagged by Nicole to do this. And I think Rachel tagged me too. And since I'm lazy, I'm not even going to link to them.

1. Do you like blue cheese? one of the few cheeses that i do not like
2. Have you ever smoked a cigarette? no. gross. nasty.
3. Do you own a gun? never even held one. but i've seen plenty.
4. What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic? i usually just get rootbeer. but when i read the question i could totally go for one of their slushies. but matt's not home.
5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? no
6. What do you think of hot dogs? we have a love/hate relationship
7. Favorite Christmas Song? honestly, i really like so many of them...i actually will play them all year because i like them. but i like the original french version of angels we have heard on high
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? anything that won't make me dry heave
9. Can you do push-ups? maybe.
10. What is your favorite movie? i can't choose. too many good ones.
11. What’s your favorite piece of jewelry? my engagement ring. probably because no one else has anything like it.
12. Favorite hobby? cross stitching, blogging (is that a hobby?), making christmas cards....
13. Do you work with people who idolize you? i doubt my children idolize me as they have no idea what that means. but they are always excited to see me, even when i've just gone to the store.
14. Do you have ADD? sometimes i think i do
15. What’s one trait that you hate about yourself? things come out of my mouth that i don't always filter first.
16. What’s your middle name? no middle name
17. Name three thoughts at this moment: i wish my kids would go to sleep-why the heck did andrew put toothpaste in lucy's hair-i really hope it doesn't rain tomorrow
18. Name 3 things you bought yesterday: nothing. didn't leave my house and no online shopping. (that was this morning.)
19. Current worry right now? when is matt going to get his grades for internal medicine? when are we going to know if we stay or if we go??????
21. Current hate right now? uncomfortable clothes
22. Favorite place to be? it's a tie between sitting on a beach in so cal, or shopping at a flea market in france.
23. How did you bring in the New Year? we were in a hotel (again) for new years and i can't remember if we stayed up or not.
24. Where would you like to go? oh. so many places. you got ten minutes?
25. Name three people who will complete this? ones that want to
26. Whose answer do you want to read the most?
27. What color shirt are you wearing? a light peachy color
28. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? i don't like slippery stuff while i sleep. and plus, satin doesn't breathe like cotton does
29. Can you whistle? Yes
30. Favorite color? purple
31. Would you be a pirate? no. too dirty, food would suck, and i'm no good with a bayonet.
32. What songs do you sing in the shower? i don't sing in the shower
33. Favorite girl’s name? lucy
34. Favorite boy’s name? andrew
35. What’s in your pocket right now? no pockets in my skirt
36. Last thing that made you laugh? reading Freddy and Fredericka.
37. Best bed sheets as a child? we didn't have any good ones. in fact, i think my mom still has the same ones.
38. Worst injury you’ve ever had? i was in a car accident (number 2 of 5) and glass cut my elbow and i had to have stitches. and then three weeks later, a piece of glass came out of my elbow. fun times.
39. What is your favorite snack? things that don't make me dry heave
40. Favorite thing to do on Sundays? cross stitch
41. Who is your loudest friend? i think it's a tie between julie and monica
42. How many dogs do you have? no dogs here. just not a dog girl.
43. Does someone have a crush on you? ha. that would be funny
45. What is your favorite book? (where was #44?) gone with the wind
46. What is your favorite candy? rootbeer licorice from sprouts. jelly bellys. and pretty much any licorice from sprouts. and almost any chocolate not made in the USA. because thats not really chocolate.
47. What is your favorite sports team? well, as a family we are lakers fans and angels fans. although i think it's dumb that they've renamed the angels as the los angeles angels. when they are at least 50 miles away from los angeles. seriously people.
48. What song do you want played at your funeral? i don't think about my funeral.
49. What were you doing 12 AM last night? finishing watching a law and order
50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up this morning? why is matt still home? (he is usually out of the house before any of us open our eyes)

The Winner!!!!!!

A few posts ago I asked my readers to take a guess at why I'm so darn tired. Granted, some of my oh, what, 6 readers, knew why I am tired. But Mary Alice won!!!! Her comment was You're pregnant. That always wore me plum out. She was the first to get it right, with An Ordinary Mom coming in second. Although Heidi's comment was the most creative. She said Because you were up all night figuring out a way to save our economy.

I was planning on going to our little craft store here on post, after our playgroup, where they have all kinds of cool military (OK, mostly Army and Air Force stuff with a lot of Airborne thrown in) stuff. But alas, my plans were thwarted by a husband that needed the car and told me before 7am. While still in bed. Barely awake. I was going to get something very appropriately military for Mary Alice (her being an Air Force wife and all). I was then going to take a picture of it and post it for all to see how lucky she is. So, the picture will have to wait. And Mary Alice, email me with your address (terinaj at yahoo dot com) and I hope to manage to get to the post office and mail it off. Once I actually have it.

Yes, yes. Pregnant. Yesterday was 14 weeks. Yes, I'm showing. When you're on child number 3 your uterus automatically balloons out in anticipation. Yes, I'm uncomfortable and am starting to wear maternity clothes already because it doesn't hurt my stomach. But I did just buy some belly bands on ebay so I might be able to make my regular jeans last a while longer. Yes, I am actually sick this time. I have never come so close to throwing up as I have in the last few days. I actually thought it was getting better. Wrong. It really sucks when you dry heave while trying to brush your teeth. Or when you're trying to cut up raw chicken for dinner. No, we have not thought of any names. Usually I just choose the name and tell Matt what it is. I have to go through all kinds of crap to get these kids in the world. I figure I'm allowed to name them. His mother tried to suggest a middle name for Lucy while I was either in recovery or during labor. Um, no. And it was her name. Um, an even bigger no. This time there will not be as much difficulty as the last two. It will be scheduled, planned, and hopefully as smooth as these sort of things can go. And yes, I do think I know what it is. I think it's a boy. Never mind about my reasons. (some aren't exactly appropriate for posting)

And I'm still tired.

Funny

Some of my family members back home took my Grandma out on a date. They were going to go and see the play Bye Bye Birdie, but the local paper did not give it good reviews. So Grandma decided just to go to dinner. I've never heard of the place they went to eat. But there is a pretty funny picture of my dad over on her post. Speaking of my parents, they are coming to visit next month. I am starting now to try and get the office cleaned out so they can have a room. Right now it has few suitcases in it, the ironing board with the iron on it, a few piles of books, a bike trainer, a set of racing wheels, and a few other things. I figure if I start now, I'll have a month to do it in, and it won't be overwhelming.

Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about our little guessing game. Been thinking about what to do for the winner. By tomorrow, I should have something up.

This is freaking awesome

When I checked the news stories this morning, I saw this. I'm sure most of you remember the first time he was on trial in Los Angeles. I was a senior in high school at the time. I didn't watch much of the trial, but it was pretty much the only thing that was on. Especially since we lived about 40 miles from Los Angeles. The day he was acquitted, we were all in school. I was on my way from 2cd period to 3rd. I had stayed in 2cd to watch the jury decision, and was a bit late to 3rd. As I was walking to class, there were several classrooms with students coming out celebrating. And they were all black. I don't think they really understood. That it wasn't about him being black, it was about the fact that he killed a woman. And got away with it. Not only was the evidence collected badly, but I think the courts had in their minds the LA riots that had happened about five years earlier. Between investigators that didn't do their job and the history of LA, he walked. And while I was only a teenager and didn't really understand much of it (my parents didn't even watch the trial, well, maybe they did and I didn't know) I knew the guy was guilty. It is SO gratifying that he will now be behind bars. Even if it is in Vegas.

Conference Weekend

This weekend is our churches semi annual General Conference, which is broadcast all over the world. It got me thinking about an October conference nine years ago. I was in France, not even there for a month, not understanding the language very well, my trainer was from a teeny town in Utah (Beaver. seriously. Beaver.) and I was not happy. Even though I was in France. We went to Bayonne for it since our little building in Tarbes didn't have what was needed to get it. My mission, as it is for many others, was a bit of a crucible for me. To see what I was made of. Sitting there, I heard this talk. And it was like it was spoken right to me. As I am rereading it now, nine years later, I still get a bit emotional. Partly because this is still very applicable in my life. And I think it can apply to us all. No matter what our faith. Here are some bits and pieces of his talk.

On those days when we have special need of heaven's help, we would do well to remember one of the titles given to the Savior in the epistle to the Hebrews. Speaking of Jesus' "more excellent ministry" and why He is "the mediator of a better covenant" filled with "better promises," this author--presumably the Apostle Paul--tells us that through His mediation and Atonement, Christ became "an high priest of good things to come."¹

Every one of us has times when we need to know things will get better. Moroni spoke of it in the Book of Mormon as "hope for a better world."² For emotional health and spiritual stamina, everyone needs to be able to look forward to some respite, to something pleasant and renewing and hopeful, whether that blessing be near at hand or still some distance ahead. It is enough just to know we can get there, that however measured or far away, there is the promise of "good things to come."

Even if you cannot always see that silver lining on your clouds, God can, for He is the very source of the light you seek. He does love you, and He knows your fears. He hears your prayers. He is your Heavenly Father, and surely He matches with His own the tears His children shed.

I can't copy and paste the whole thing here, but this is the basic part of his talk, saying that there is hope, that He can see the silver lining even when we cannot. But I highly suggest you go here and read the whole thing. I love his personal story at the end. I wish you could hear him give this talk in person.

At that particular point, it gave me the motivation that I needed. That I could speak French. That the rain wouldn't kill me. That I could get along with this small town girl (cause I'm a city girl). That I wouldn't lose my mind and that I would survive. And now, it gives me hope that if I keep trying to do things in the Lords way, the things that I'm dealing with will get better. Who knows when, but it will. And it will for you, too.

Nothing

Not a thing. We still don't know where we're going. Although it sounds like we'll be staying here. Which just might kill me. But we'll get a different house, hopefully a better and bigger one. But we'll see. I guess we still have to wait. Sigh

Exercising and the perils of neighborhood gyms

On post here, we have neighborhood centers. Inside them are the local housing office for that specific neighborhood. They also have a kitchen, eating area, game rooms, movie rooms, a half a basketball court complete with the basket and a gym area. In the gym area there are a many different machines (treadmills, stair steppers, ellipticals) and a universal machine, with a couple of machines that help you do sit ups and leg lift things. The basketball court and the gym area are right next to each other, and you can see into the rooms because of the large windows. The large windows also look into the kids play area, where the kids can see you exercising, and you them. I love these things. It makes my workouts so much easier. The kids can play (and there is TV in there, usually on noggin or PBS) and I can exercise. And behind the building is a neighborhood pool.

These are great things. I happen to live where I can walk to two of them. One of them is my neighborhood center, and the other one is the neighborhood across the street. Mine is right next to the school. And at first the plan was to drop off Andrew, then walk across the street and exercise. The problem is there are only so many machines, and lots of people. So, a friend and I decided to walk to the other one, where there aren't so many people, and we'll be able to use the machines that we want.

Well, the last few times have been interesting. There is a group of three moms that are usually already there when we get there. Which is fine. Their kids are playing, and from what we can tell, it doesn't look like any of them have school going children. Considering they are there before we are, and all the kids in these two neighborhoods go to the same school. Maybe they are older and walk on their own, but I don't know. The TV's are the problem. Both of them are set to VH1. Granted, VH1 is much tamer than MTV, although watching either of them seems like a huge waste of time. The songs are dumb, the volume is high, and I feel dumb just watching it. I brought my CD player this morning, hoping that it would block it out, but the CD kept skipping and that was driving me crazy. So we're stuck having to watch VH1. And this morning, the other moms behaviors were a bit strange. One mom was complaining about Lucy chasing one of the little girls around, trying to take her toy. OK, probably not a good thing, but I'm not a mom that intervenes over every little thing. I was exercising. I only get half an hour on that machine, I don't want to waste it by having to get off of it for every dumb thing that the little kids can't deal with. Looking again, they were trying to put together the train tracks, and the other little girl had the train, and within less than 30 seconds, they had somehow communicated that to her and the little girl brought the train over without any problems. Then Lucy was chasing another little girl because it looked as if she wanted the book. Shortly after that, one of the moms took all the kids out and took them into the basketball court to play. Could be that she was just done with her exercising, or she didn't want the kids playing with ours. I have no idea. A few other strange things happened, and then abruptly, they all left.

My friend and I looked at each other in a bit of a shock. It was pretty obvious by their behavior that they weren't happy that we were there. Maybe they didn't like what we were discussing (me moving and the fact Matt is going officer soon, the crappy houses they have here on post), maybe they didn't like that we were just there, maybe they didn't like that our kids were playing with theirs. I have no idea. I guess tomorrow we'll see if it happens again. But tomorrow I'm going to try and change one of the TV's. If I have to watch something, I would much rather watch Good Morning America, The Today Show, or even the local news. Once they left, we turned off the TV's and boy, that silence sure sounded good. Maybe it is my low tolerance for loud things. I don't know.

Bottom line is they are not going to keep me from exercising. I'll try and fix my CD player so that it doesn't skip. And I'll be polite when I change one of the TV's to something else. I'll talk to Lucy about sharing and to use our words instead of chasing. But that is all I can do. If they still have a problem.....oh well. And I'm still sweaty now, so I'm off to shower.

AHHHHH!!! The suspense......

This morning my husband told me that we should know where we're going by Friday. FRIDAY!!!!! Two days away!!!!! Hopefully I can keep myself busy enough so that Friday will get here quick. I am terrified that we'll stay here. Or that we get Alaska. Or that we get some random tiny post with nothing around it. I'm not worried about if Matt will be deployed because I'm assuming that he will be deployed no matter where it is we go. I'm just worried about what my sanity might be in a dark place. Or a really cold place. Or a really small place. Any guesses where?