24 February, 2011

Things that make me SMILE {today}

~My son having a blast because he got to play with the whole toy bin and make a huge mess.
~My daughter asking for a peanut "samwich" for lunch.
~This extra cool weather we are having for Southern Cali in late February.
~Girl Scouts selling their cookies on every corner! ;)
~Friends that really do care.
~The ability to know the difference between said friends and the people who are just cruising for gossip.
~Playing HI HO Cheerio and listening to my daughter count the cherries all by herself!
~An unexpected birthday card from an unexpected, very sweet, person. :)
~Late birthday wishes that continue to poor in.
~My mother-in-law volunteering to go with me to kick "mr mean superior bully" repeatedly....
~My son's big one tooth grin, (the second one is almost in also!)
~Spring training

~My husband being here.....today.....that's all I have to live for/worry about is today.

25 “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life[e]?
   28 “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? 31 So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
~Matthew 6:25-34 

20 February, 2011

Ha, Are we laughing yet??

It all started 2 weeks ago on Super Bowl Sunday....
We were invited to a friends house to watch the game and they didn't bother to warn us ahead of time that their toddlers had fevers and a bad cough...
After we found out, (a little too late,) the mommy warning bells starting going off and I knew it wasn't going to be good!
The next day Monday, wasn't too bad, but by Tuesday the extra whines began and I knew things were going downhill.
Tuesday night our daughter woke up at 1 in the morning screaming her head off with a fever and didn't go back to sleep until 4. I got a total of 2 hours of sleep that night before my son woke up. She started the coughing with the congestion the next morning and never slept at night for the next 5 days.
Our son started coughing Saturday night and his fever came on Sunday evening. At this point our daughter was doing better, but Monkey was awake every hour at night, so we started our second week of no sleep.
My husband had approved leave that thankfully was to start on Tuesday February 15th.

I was SOOO looking forward to the 2 weeks of extra help to give me some much needed rest, to be able to take a full day to do something fun on my birthday, and to catch up on some appointments!

The exact day his leave started, he got a phone call at lunch with news that one of his superiors, (who's had it out for him since we got here,) was causing problems again, and it was decided J was going to be taken off his leave to clear up some problems at work. Honestly at this point, I was pissed!! I hadn't had hardly any sleep in over a week, I was looking forward to some me time on my bday, and I was mad at this "guy" who had "bullied" my husband since we moved here.

{at this point folks, I really thought I was being thrown a ****load of crap and wasn't happy....I had NO IDEA what was coming!}

So anyway, our son was getting worse, crying constantly, and by Wednesday had started wheezing. At 2 in the morning, my husband and I made the decision that I would go by myself to take him to the ER so that we wouldn't have to wake up our daughter. I finally arrived back home at 430am with a diagnoses of pneumonia for the poor little guy. The next day, Thursday the 17th, was horrible. Monkey cried all day, so in the afternoon, we just jumped in the car and drove to Los Angeles and back. I know it sounds crazy, but it was the only way, we could get him to stop screaming. 

That night, he didn't sleep again, but the morning found a new attitude for the day. He had finally cut his first tooth!! The antibiotic had also started to take effect and his breathing was better!

BUT the BAD news hadn't hit................................

I got a call at 11am on Friday the 18th, from my husband.

"I'm leaving in April."

He received an email stating this certain superior thought this other Marine was a better person than J, so he was going to send J over to Afghanistan to switch out. He also threatened my husbands career and said he didn't care if any other of J's superiors stood up for him, he would personally make things miserable for him. (Like he hasn't already!)
Now please understand, EVERYONE is mystified by this and NO ONE can figure out why this guy has it out for my husband, but no one has the ability to stand up to him, so the crap against J continues.

So my husband leaves sometime in April and should be back with the rest of the regiment in September.

And instead of being sad, I am very angry and want to kick this guy where it counts repeatedly until he apologizes to my husband!

Ok but no really, I know this is NOT the Christian thing to do, and I KNOW I need to remember that God is COMPLETELY in control of the situation and that this man was also created by God and the only thing I can do is pray for him.

But that doesn't fix the fact we have to say goodbye to our husband and daddy and because I am a horrible slacker and hermit, I don't have a support group here yet...
The thought of having to explain to my daughter why Daddy isn't coming home is tearing my heart into a million pieces.
The fact that I am not going to have a break from my kids for 6 months terrifies me. I have been so near a breaking/meltdown point lately, I am soooo scared.
What a greaaaaaaaaaaat birthday......

I SUCK at single parenting.

Thank you for letting me vent and we appreciate your prayers SO much!

*Editors note: Please understand I know we have so much to be thankful for; he is only going to be gone for 5-6 months and SO many other people are having much bigger problems to deal with.
Its more the reason he is going that has me the most upset!

17 February, 2011

This is me prospering right??

"For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future."
-Jeremiah 29:11
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct thy paths."
-Proverbs 3:5&6

I would call these popular verses.
In another words, often used.
Everyone knows them; they are common favorites, on church plaques, and great for graduations.

So why is it I really have trouble grasping them??

Are they telling me He will give me everything I ask for?
Are they saying my life will be smooth sailing?
Will my paths be clear and free of obstacles?
Surely they are saying things will definitely go as I planned....


I've been doing it again.
Cruising along, expecting God to take a backseat while I lead the way and decide where we (I) are going.
Oh and definitely DO NOT change my plans because then you shall endure my bad attitude!


To Prosper HIS way, to keep us safe from harm, HIS way....to direct our paths, HIS way.

Oh why do I have to be such a control freak?
I make a horrible follower; I would have never made it past the first round in interviewing for the job as a disciple.

It clearly says, "lean not on your own understanding," so why can't I just trust with all my heart? Why can't I just truly believe everything happens for a reason and have a better attitude when things don't go my way?

*sigh* {again}

Thanks for listening, Its been a trying 2 weeks in our household and I'm just an angry, sad, tired, and confused girl trying to hold on to the end of her rope.....Or "being held" at the end of her rope!

 *Editors note: This has nothing to do with our marriage for all you gossip mongers out there..... 

13 February, 2011

A Love Story {prt 3)

See PART 1 and PART 2 of this love story if you’re not caught up.

At that end of the last post, it seemed in this journey that it was happily ever after and there was smooth sailing up ahead, but our paths are not our own and everything must point to the One who made them.
Josh and I had A LOT of opposition at the beginning of our relationship, from his side of the family and many at our home church. Again I won’t go into much detail, but we really wish people would have came to us personally with their opinions/concerns instead of using it as gossip behind our backs. I am so glad we chose to turn from the negative, and instead, focus on making our relationship Christ centered. 

The proposal:
Haha, there wasn’t one!
We talked about marriage very early on in our relationship, but Josh wanted to get it together financially a little more before we made that step.
In early April of 2004, another couple from our church, who started dating after we did, announced their engagement and set the wedding for the coming June.
 I remember getting those little voices in my head asking when it was going to be our turn and trying to take timing into my hands. On our way home from church that day, Josh said he was thinking about talking to the United States Marine Corps recruiter that his brother was talking to. (This did not come as a major shock to me as I knew he had dealt with other branches in the past.) But my normal impatient self started to cry because I wanted it to be my time to get married and all I envisioned was having to wait a long time while he got this military bug out of his system and then decided to marry me! LOL
At this point Josh looks at me and sees that I am upset and immediately thinks it’s because I am against a military stint/career. I finally timidly told him what my thoughts were and he kind of laughed and asked me if I really truly thought he hadn’t included me in his plans!
He then proceeded to say, If he left for boot camp it would probably be sometime in January of 2005 and we could get married on his boot leave 12 weeks later! I was ok with this and the next weekend when we were together, (we didn’t get to see each other during the week because of our work schedules and how far away we lived from each other,) we immediately started “planning” our wedding for the spring of 2005!

As the weeks went by, the news came through that a spot had opened up for Josh to leave for boot camp in November instead and he chose to go that direction. It would put his boot leave February 11th-the 23rd so we talked and talked and talked about what we should do. The realization hit that we would never be able to afford a wedding by February. That maybe we should get married by a justice of the peace on his boot leave and just do a bigger wedding/reception for family and friends later on.

At the beginning of August, Josh informed me that if we got married quickly before he left, he would get dependent pay during boot camp. So we tossed around some dates and decided the sooner the better, so we could give up Josh’s apartment and save some more money.
Josh asked my dad for permission to marry me and we picked September 11th as our day! The problem was it was a Saturday. Which meant we had to find a pastor because we wouldn’t be able to just go to the courthouse on a weekend and then Josh later found out he had a MOTO event on that day which also meant it was going to have to be sometime in the evening.

SO to make a really long story, just slightly long, we found a pastor that would marry us with 6 weeks of marital counseling crammed into 2, we decided we would have our immediate families for the event, a friend lent me her wedding dress, and a photographer my dad knew through work offered to take pictures for free!

To this day, I don’t regret any of it or think I missed out, because a marriage is about 2 people (and God,) not about a wedding. SO many go into debt on either the wedding or honeymoon and I think it’s a horrible way to start out the marriage. (Although I am still waiting on my honeymoon!) ;)

Just after 2 short months of being husband and wife, Josh left for 12 weeks of boot camp; which started our military lifestyle. But that is another topic/post for another day!

This is our “how we met, started dating and wedding” story! There is so much more I could ramble on about, but I hope you enjoyed it!

Interesting facts/tidbits about our relationship:
·         Josh said he wasn’t attracted to me the very first time we met because of my acne! Lol
·         He wasn’t majorly attracted to me the second time at first cuz he thought 2 other girls at church were more his type and cuter! ;)
-   We both have a brother named Micah.
·         He says even though he did have a slight attraction to me, he would have probably never asked me on a date. That being said, the minute I asked him to the baseball game, it was like a light bulb for him!
·         We lived in some of the same towns growing up just never at the same time.
·         Between the 2 of us, we have 10 siblings.
·         Our song is “Home” by Michael Buble for all the time we spent apart in our military lifestyle.
·         My fav of all: We were born at the SAME hospital. PLUS the exact same room and the same bed are listed on our baby birth cards. No joke!


a quick break...

....from my get to know me series, 
to point out,

that this is my 100th post!! :)

Yay blogging!!

To celebrate this momentous occasion and my upcoming birthday,

I will be giving away a gift card from somewhere, (haven't decided yet,) worth $10!!

You can enter 2 different ways and up to 2 times using the 2 different ways:
-Post a comment with my exact age when I got married.
-Post a comment about what our daughter's Baby's First Christmas ornament looks like!
{Both answers are answered in my blog, you just have to search! ;)}

*Contest will end February 22nd, at 5:59pm (PST) and the winner will be decided by random.org*

Happy Sharing and Hunting!


12 February, 2011

A Love Story {prt 2}

If you missed the beginning part of this story click HERE for a Love Story {prt 1}

April 2003: age 22
The last 5 and a half years had been interesting, but who doesn’t have a story to tell about ages 17-22? 
I finished school and even with my excellent grades, did not go onto college, (much to a lot of people’s dismay.) I jumped around at a lot of jobs from September 1998 until December of 2001 when I landed myself at an athletic club.
I was going through life, with bumps and forks in the road like everyone else, and I still had not had a boyfriend by the age of 22. I had dated here and there, and had an interesting relationship with a coworker for 6 months, but no one, in my mind, was marriage material. I always knew I would fall hard and fast when the time came so I was always more guarded.
During the last year there had been A LOT of changes. After going to the same church for over 20 years, my parents, along with my siblings and my brother’s wife and daughters, decided to leave and go to another one. I did not feel the calling to leave our home church, and so continued on going by myself. I would go to my families’ church maybe once a month to visit.

In March of ’03 I received a promotion at my job at the athletic club, I was having a blast with the college/career group at my church, I was living in my own place and life was cruising by. I was still lonely in the relationship aspect, but I was loving life and thanking God for the things I was learning along the way and praying for patience for the right man at the right time!
On Easter Sunday, I went for my normal visit to my parent’s church, at the time not realizing I was missing out on an important visitor from my past at my own church.
4 weeks later I went to my church as usual, starting walking to my normal place to sit, and saw someone that made my heart skip MORE than a few beats.
Now since I was sitting a few rows in front of his family, I couldn’t exactly keep glancing back to make sure it was him, but at this point, I was pretty darn sure that the man I had been faithfully praying for, for the last 6 years, was now sitting just 3 rows behind me and I couldn’t breathe. And I am sorry God and whoever spoke that Sunday, but I have NO IDEA what the sermon was on! ;)
2 weeks later we were at our college and career group and talked until 2 in the morning, (much to everyone elses dismay, they kept trying to get us to come join the rest of the group, lol) but we kept talking! 
After chatting at church and C&C group for 2 weeks after that, I   (that’s right I said “I,”) finally got the courage to ask him out. {My whole life I always said I wasn’t going to be the one to make the first move, but this boy made me crazy!}  My mom organized a Father’s Day trip to a local Triple AAA baseball game every year for my brother’s little league team and we had an extra ticket. I figured this was a safe way to have a first date and get to know each other more, but yet have other people around. I called him on Father’s Day ’03 and asked him if he wanted to come the following week and he said yes. So our first date “started” right after church on June 22nd, 2003 and didn’t end until 1130pm that night. You can say what you want and have your own opinion, but I knew after that day there was no one I’d rather spend the rest of my life with. I seriously felt like I just found my long lost best friend!  

 {November 29, 2003 Thanksgiving in BC, CANADA}

My road maybe had some interesting twists and turns, but the road that led my husband back to me was a dark, very windy road and even though the song is very over used, it’s ever so true. God bless the broken road that led me straight to you!
Maybe someday he will share with you about his life before his relationship with me, but for now just know, It made him who he is today and I love how he completely turned his life around despite so many people saying it couldn’t be done!

Enter “Home”       To be continued……

See: A Love Story 3 

11 February, 2011

A Love Story {prt 1}

Ok since Valentines is Monday, I figured this would be a great opportunity to do the combined get to know me series on how my husband and I met, fell in love, and got married!
Ironically my husband doesn't celebrate the holiday. He is one of those people that says its just an overblown commercial holiday for the card and flower industries to make money. This is just his way of saying I am too lazy to do anything for you....lol.
I really don't complain since my birthday is the following week, I would much rather him do something for it, than Valentines.

I loved the whole month of February growing up. My grandmother's birthday is on the first and my grandparents were married on Valentines ,so between that and my birthday, it was just one great month!
Ok I am already off an a bunny trail, you'll have to make sure I keep focused on the subject at hand because I tend  to ramble! :)

I never had boyfriends growing up. 2 reasons really; guys just always saw me as a friend and someone to help them hook up with who they wanted.
I also just didn't want to date just to date. I feel the pressure on teens nowadays is ridiculous. I knew that even in just having an innocent relationship with someone, you give small parts of yourself and I would rather invest all of that in my future husband.
Oh my word, I am not even to the point yet and this post is already long, I am going to have to break it up into parts! :)

16 years old, Summer 1997:
This guy, who I'd never seen before, starts showing up at church every Sunday. He sits with a family I know, a single dad with 3 kids. I wonder if maybe he is a cousin or a relative and I think about him every Sunday when I see him, but I always forget to ask who he is. (Heaven forbid I go up and introduce myself! :) )
Finally we were having a church potluck and a friend and I happen to sit down at a table across from the single dad's daughter and this "mystery" guy. After chatting it up for awhile, I just finally, in my normal blunt way, asked who are you? He answered "Josh." Well that's nice I said, but "who" are you? The girl replied, "he's my brother."  My friend and I looked at each other and both said we didn't know you had more siblings! Without going into family details, the dad had been married before and had a son who was raised by his mom out of state. Which explained why none of us knew there was an older brother.
There was an immediate attraction towards this "Josh;" not the type to have me swooning, but enough to leave me thinking about him more than the average person. Our old church has a family camp Memorial Day weekend every year and that year I remember I had even more fun playing games and experiencing an interesting competitive chemistry with this mystery guy! As time went by, we always chatted every Sunday at church and for some reason I felt very compelled to start praying for him and it became apart of my daily habit. Well eventually he stopped showing up at church and upon inquiring of his family, found out that he had gotten a job driving tow truck and had to work Sundays.

Faithfully every day, I prayed for this man and asked his father quite often how he was doing. I even called him once at his work. (He has no memory of this lol.)
As time went by, he moved out of his dad's house again, changed jobs and I lost track of him, BUT I never stopped praying for him. There wasn't anything in general that I prayed about. Just wherever he was and what he was doing in life, that God would keep him on the right path. I just felt like I needed to pray for him.
Sometimes I would look at my prayer journal and wonder why I still prayed for this man I hadn't talked to or seen in years, but I just kept doing it for almost SIX years!!!

Enter "God Bless the Broken Road!"   To be continued....

SEE: A Love Story 2   & A Love Story 3

09 February, 2011

the little moments

The last 48 hours have been very stressful for me, my patience level has been running low and my nerves are shot.
I have other posts planned, but just don't have the time to do them.
This was an actual conversation as we were running errands this morning and just a reminder for me to focus on the sweet little things in life!

Turtle: mommy, H is for house
mommy: why yes it is, good job! 
Turtle: how about I? 
mommy: hmmm, I is for igloo icicle iguana itchy (like my child knows what the first 2 are...)
turtle: no mom, itchy is for time to go to the docta! (doctor)
...I love this child!!

05 February, 2011

A long long time ago....

....In a land far away....(or in the state of beavers and ducks,)
....lived a long haul/local truck driver and his homemaker wife, (former nurse and home daycare teacher.)
Already enjoying their four year old son and after trying for a couple of years for another child, they finally welcomed a little girl into the mix on an important patriotic holiday at the end of February 1981. (I think my patriotism is a result of this!) ;)

Up until I was 11 we moved various places EVERY 2 years. My parents are still in the same house we moved into at that point 19 years later, (not by choice, just haven't been able to move.)

I really did love my childhood.
My older brother and I were/are very close and we just had a blast with the little that we had. Being poor growing up forced our bond.
As you can see from the above picture, my parents were continuously asked if I was adopted!!

My parents originally wanted 4 kids, but as time went by, it just never happened and they figured God had completed their family.
So in the winter of 90/91 you can imagine to the shock and surprise of us all, they found out they were expecting again and due in May of 1991. In March they got an even bigger surprise, when the ultrasound revealed it was boy/girl twins! Little did my 14 year old brother and myself at 10 years old know, our lives were to be changed forever!
We welcomed our siblings into the world at the very end of May! My mom was actually past her due date (rare w/ twins,) and they just did a planned c-section.

In an instant, we went from a family of 4 to a family of 6 with a teenager, a pre-teen, and 2 newborns.

I tell you all this because the next few years shaped me majorly into who I am today. My mom got struck with major postpartum depression that was never treated properly. To this day, she has little to no memory of what happened the first 2 years of the twins' life. I had to grow up FAST. Not only did I "lose" my mom when a young girl should have her mom the most, but I was literally raising twins, (nighttime feedings and all,) while still a child myself!
My mom starting coming out of her fog when they were 2, but it was at this time that my parents were trying to get a home based business up and running and I was pulled out of public school to become a full time "nanny" 24/7. Daytime, evenings, and weekends!
Now before you start to judge and make your own opinions, please understand, I wouldn't be the strong work ethic, great with kids, organized, level headed, no excuses type of person I am today if it wasn't for this.

It gave me my character!

I will not lie, yes there were times I was angry and bitter about it, especially in my early teen years. Yes, I was mad at my parents for making me "teen mom." But my little sister and brother are almost 20 now and I have NEVER once wished they weren't born! I loved the heck out of them when they were little!
But it did cause many years of turmoil with my mom that we have been able to work through. (See more of my relationship with her HERE.)

So all in all, I love living a life of no regrets. People that are constantly hating their past need to learn that everything that has happened is for a reason. Hate and regret will get you nowhere. You can only worry about being the best you can be today and focusing forward!


{I hope you enjoyed today's "getting to know me" post. Sorry it turned out a little longer than I planned.
I'd love to hear your opinion on the nature vs nurture discussion!}

02 February, 2011

I lied....

Ok so, I really didn't lie...but I kinda changed my mind.

You know back when I said I was going to do a series of "get to know me" posts, you know way back WHEN....

Well, I still want to do that, but it's not going to be how I originally planned! You see, for some reason, even though I have had this blog since November of 2008, it just all of a sudden, started getting read by more than just a few family members and close friends.
In fact, since December, it went from like 8 followers to 21. Now I realize 21 is still majorly small in the bloggy world, but now I am being followed by people who I don't know and who don't have blogs that I can read to kind of get to know, so I am feeling a little more reserved....
Now don't get me wrong, I LOVE the fact that more people are "lurking" around Life of a Military Family, but I now reserve the right to protect my immediate and my extended family's privacy's a little more. Kind of like changing the names to protect the "innocent"....  ;)

That being said, I still planning on sharing a little bit of background info and I would also LOVE, if you do read this blog, to at least say hi and don't be a stranger!!

Thanks for stopping by!


Accountability {update}

I know the secret to losing weight...

Eat nothing but chocolate cake, DQ's chocolate extreme ice cream cake and crap for a week, don't work out and lose a pound.....

I am never going to figure this losing weight thing out....