This, I hope will make you laugh. This is what I heard from the backseat of the van while driving to town this afternoon:
"Hey Mama! Guess what! I bet you didn't know that China rhymes with Vagina!"
Yeah, I knew that would make you laugh. I'm just thankful that we weren't in the middle of a restaurant or the grocery store when my oldest child made this amazing discovery.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Oy.....more construction!
I must apologize. And apologize again. I am messing around with this blog, and changing stuff over and over again. Major construction going on. I am sorry.
I would rather be moving furniture in a new house in Louisiana, but I can't because I am trapped here in North Carolina like a rat.
So I am taking out my frustrations on my blog. Plain and simple. All of you reading here have to deal with the fact that my blog may be a different color and different fonts and styles every single day until our house gets sold. Today, you get brown. Tomorrow I may get restless and change it to purple. I don't know.
But I am sorry.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Really really tragic news.....
Please, everyone. Cry with me.
I just found out that there is not a Dunkin' Donuts in the City that we are moving to in Louisiana . As a matter of fact, there isn't even one within reasonable driving distance either.
What am I going to do without my Mocha Swirl Latte?
Oh man. My heart is aching.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Small Town Parade.....
I have spent 4 years complaining about this small town. It just isn't for me. I grew up in a big city, with lots of things to do, places to go, and people to see. And my whole life was really thrown for a loop when we transferred here 4 years ago.
You see, I'm not really one that just dives in head first and tries to make friends right away. I like to dip my toes in first, test the waters, and gradually warm up in the waters of friendship. And that takes time. Unfortunately, time isn't something that you have a lot of when you are in the military. We are constantly moving on....and leaving whatever friends we made behind.
Today, we went to the small town parade. Now if any of you have ever attended on of these, you know that it is nothing like what goes on in the big cities. This particular town parade consisted of 75 motorcycles (people are very serious about their motorcycles around here!), every fire truck and cement mixer in the county, a couple of police cars with officers that tossed candy to the crowd, and Miss Shrimp Festival waving to her adoring fans from the back of a convertible.
But there were 2 floats that struck a cord with me, the only two floats in the whole parade. The first was the Veteran's Float. It was completely full of empty chairs, to signify all of of the men and women that paid the ultimate sacrifice in service to our country. Taps played from the stereo.
The other float, (which I wish I had a picture of but silly me left the camera at home!) was from a church. My church. It had nothing on it but two pews that had been removed from the sanctuary, and they were filled from end to end with members of our congregation. My middle child spotted her favorite pastor and screamed, "Hey, there's Pastor Steve!" Chaos ensued, as the members of our church screamed their hellos, waved madly, and blew kisses at us. We returned the affection with equal adoration.
It was at that moment that I got all misty eyed and realized, that although it was tough to make friends at this location, I have some wonderful memories here, and met some really terrific people. I am really going to miss this place. Small town atmosphere and all.
You see, I'm not really one that just dives in head first and tries to make friends right away. I like to dip my toes in first, test the waters, and gradually warm up in the waters of friendship. And that takes time. Unfortunately, time isn't something that you have a lot of when you are in the military. We are constantly moving on....and leaving whatever friends we made behind.
Today, we went to the small town parade. Now if any of you have ever attended on of these, you know that it is nothing like what goes on in the big cities. This particular town parade consisted of 75 motorcycles (people are very serious about their motorcycles around here!), every fire truck and cement mixer in the county, a couple of police cars with officers that tossed candy to the crowd, and Miss Shrimp Festival waving to her adoring fans from the back of a convertible.
But there were 2 floats that struck a cord with me, the only two floats in the whole parade. The first was the Veteran's Float. It was completely full of empty chairs, to signify all of of the men and women that paid the ultimate sacrifice in service to our country. Taps played from the stereo.
The other float, (which I wish I had a picture of but silly me left the camera at home!) was from a church. My church. It had nothing on it but two pews that had been removed from the sanctuary, and they were filled from end to end with members of our congregation. My middle child spotted her favorite pastor and screamed, "Hey, there's Pastor Steve!" Chaos ensued, as the members of our church screamed their hellos, waved madly, and blew kisses at us. We returned the affection with equal adoration.
It was at that moment that I got all misty eyed and realized, that although it was tough to make friends at this location, I have some wonderful memories here, and met some really terrific people. I am really going to miss this place. Small town atmosphere and all.
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