Don't worry...

I would probably never get it done, but this is a tattoo idea I designed for myself. I think it looks fucking awesome and it could probably be way better if an actual professional got a hold of it and cleaned it up and added some filigree around the outside. I know the old man hated tattoos, but this is for me. Once again I find myself saying: that's what he gets for not being around. Tough shit.



I'll let you figure out the symbology of it all.

Baby Pic!

A little while ago someone in the comments had asked if I have any cute pics of the new baby-type-thing... Well, I've finally decided on the perfect one to share here:


Have a nice day.

Love You Long Time

There's just something sexy about Asian boys that can break dance...



This one's my favorite:




The mohawk thing is kind of sexy...


And she's cute too, but she needs to embrace that beautiful black hair that's hiding under the rats nest...

Birthday's, Yuck.

As you may have noticed, I just made it through the birthday 'weekend'. It came less than one week after Husband had left for war and part of me wanted to reserve the weekend for myself. I wanted to have full permission to stay home and be grumpy and decline the overly sympathetic birthday phone calls. It just didn't seem like a good time to celebrate. I wanted to mope.

Apparently, though, I had approved my in-laws coming up for a visit. It was mentioned to me during the days surrounding Gremlin II's birth. I vaguely remember the ma-in-law saying something about how she had already paid for and reserved the hotel for my birthday weekend. I'm sure I nodded and waved it off as a 'good plan', but I definitely think I was too overwhelmed to logically fend off kind, yet pushy, offers.

Well I got the phone call in the middle of the week from the in-laws: 'It's still ok that we come up, right?!?!' 'Uh... yeah, sure. What?'. Now, for a long time I've wanted to write an in depth post about just how different Husband's family is from mine, but that will have to come another time. For now I will just try to use brief comparisons to give you the basic idea of my personal hell.

My family: Booze, foul language, lots and lots of uncensored television, sarcasm, everyone is very independent, witty insults and banter are a must, thick skin, tough as hell, broke as hell.

Husbands family: No booze (God said so), no foul language (Mom said so), overly censored TV (Only appropriate family shows and turn it off during commercials), sarcasm is like a foreign language, everyone is very sensitive, pampered, and rolling in the dough. They also flock together everywhere they go, including Disney land, at least once a year.

I love both of our families, but sometimes the two extremes are a little too much to comprehend.

Anyways, I just had a very full weekend of in-law-inundation. I've always been a fairly solo creature and they swooped into my world, five of them, and showed me love and pampering with the best of intentions. By pampering I mean that we ate out for almost every meal, they bought and installed an air conditioner for the upcoming heat-wave, they helped with the kids, and gave me a cash gift for my present. And they drove three hours each way to accomplish all of this 'love' stuff. I should be so thankful for all of this that there would be no room for a sneer. It seems like there's something wrong with me that I would rather have alone time than all of the aforementioned gifts of love.

I guess I can sum this up by saying my birthday was very nice, but my life would be so much easier if I could just learn to be a little bit more materialistic and co-dependent.

This will all make more sense if I ever take the time to give you the full insight into my exposure to extreme familial dysfunction. It runs deep and thick in my past and present, and it's like an ever flowing river beneath my raft of healthy living, always trying to overturn me.

Ok, Blog, he's gone

You can come out of the closet now.

You know you're really the only one; the one that's here for me when I'm all alone. You know I love you, right, Blog? No, don't cry! I know we have to be apart sometimes, but isn't it worth it for those times when we can be together?






Ahhh fuck, it started out as a joke... but now it's just weird and pathetic. Sometimes I just can't help myself, though, and I still click on the 'publish' button. I wish I had more self control. I also wish I had some booze, then maybe I would have an excuse for my weird/ lame posts. Maybe I could figure out a way to get booze delivered with my giant boxes of diapers. They could set discount-combo packages. I bet fuck-tons of moms would be all over that.

Just bringing that up has caused me to do some 'looking into' on the net and I've come to a decision. What I would really love is a subscription to the Wine of the Month Club. Husband will be gone for our 5 year anniversary this September but I'm pretty sure that's what he is getting for me. A month early. With my ATM card. I'll let him know later on how thoughtful he was. Now I really will have booze and diapers delivered to my door. This is getting out of control... what will happen next?!?!

Find out here.

Now THAT"S service.

Since I have two little shitters I am doing my part, now more than ever, to destroy the planet one disposable diaper at a time. However, I usually shop at Costco and I have been dreading taking both Gremlins. In a desperate attempt to put off the Costco trip I checked online to see if there was an easier way to obtain the ass-hatches.

I wandered over to Diapers.com and wouldn't you know it? Angels started singing and little Huggie-clad cherubs flew out of the screen and left glittery kisses on my cheeks. Well, not really, but I did pay ten bucks less than I normally do at Costco, I received free shipping, and a little brown man in a little brown uniform just dropped the delivery off at my doorstep. Did I mention I just placed the order yesterday? I may never have to leave the house again.

It's lame that this is the kind of shit I get excited about now. I'm too young and too pretty. Diapers... ugh.

Either way, if you know anyone that is currently a slave to their child's ass, please spread the word about Diapers.com. I am a very satisfied customer, best online service I've ever used. Oh, and they also accept manufacturers coupons.

The Love of My Life

Is gone again.

We said goodbye last night. I came home and put the kiddos to bed. The house was quiet. My bed was empty and lonely. His unpacked uniforms that didn't fit in the bag were still strewn about. Everywhere around me were painful reminders that I'll be incomplete for the next 6(+/-) months. It was going to be the full year, but Special Forces wants him stateside for captain's career course in March. Yep, that also means the South is going to be sucking us back in to it's vortex some time after the new year.

All I want to do is curl up in bed and cry, but I have these two little Gremlins that seem to think it's my job to feed them and clean them and put up with their abuse. Yeah, Alpha Gremlin seems to think it's ok to slap people in the face. Don't know where she got it from or why it started, but she's been beating the shit out of me and I can't return the favor until she's a sturdy teenager.

Husband was ready to go. He's still a platoon leader, even though he's a Captain, and is thrilled to get some combat platoon leader time. Hope he doesn't get whacked by some filthy Taliban mutherfucker. He's too good for that...

Ah well, don't worry about me. We'll get through this; we always come out on top. Just part of being superior. It hurts like hell to be away from Husband, though.

I'm Still Here

Had Beta Gremlin last Tuesday, June 30th, at 6:58pm. Very healthy boy at 7lb 12oz, 20 1/2 in. Had a successful VBAC and was up and running the next day feeling great. Fuck cesareans.

As of this morning all the family and company has officially left and life with the two Gremlins will now continue with no outside assistance. Yes, I'm on my own. I'm outnumbered.

I'm going back to bed. It's not even 4am goddammit. Husband is home for a little while longer and then I'll be back in full force. Sorry it took so long for an update. Hope everyone had a great 4th! I have stories. They will be posted when I have time.