Hello friends,
I hope everyone had a great weekend!

We had a lot of fun in San Antonio. Sea World was HOT!! Black flipflops were a bad choice.
We didn't get to watch the Shamu show, because there were too many people :(
I saw him swimming around in the pool, but that was it!

We saw a Beluga show though, and that was a BLAST!! I highly recommend it. They had acrobats and synchronized swimmers putting on a show with the whales and dolphins, and it was the coolest thing we had ever seen!
Huge smiles were pasted across our faces the entire time.

We went to the Riverwalk, and somehow forgot to visit the Alamo. But that's okay! Cause we only live three hours away from it, so we can always go another time (when it's not so freaking hot!!).

The fireworks show at Lackland AFB was pretty good! They opened it to the public though, so it was really crowded-- but still fun!

Ever since we got home though, we have been playing with a new addiction, thanks to my sister.

Yup, we are addicted to Farm Town on Facebook.
Why does it have to be so much fun?

Oh yeah, and I think I found a babysitting job, yay =)

(This is an auto-scheduled post. Did you seriously think I would blog while I'm in San Antonio for the weekend? Not a chance)

I've read my fair share of funny blog-posts dealing with the BX and/or Commissaries. Whether they are about women dressing inappropriately, people letting their children wreck havoc all over the store, or adults acting like 2 year olds. I've been wanting to go there myself, just to see what all the hullabaloo is about.

Today started off like any other normal day. I went to work out on base with my new friend, Leah, then we headed to the pool.

As I pulled my bikini out of my walmart bag (because we all recycle and re-use walmart bags), I gasped suddenly as I recalled my morning routine.
I brushed my teeth, yes... I washed my face, yes... put on deodorant, shaved my bikini line and under arms, yes, yes, I did all of that. But I forgot something very important..

"Leah!" I yelped. "What?" she replied.
"Umm.... do you have any tampons with you? I totally forgot one this morning."
(You're probably wondering, how does one forget something that important? Or, maybe you're like me and have done it numerous times).

A young mother who overheard my question (and Leah's negative response) piped in and said, "I don't have any either! But I'm here with a lot of my girlfriends, I'll go ask them!" After a few moments she came back and said, "Sorry! Out of six mom's, you'd think one of us would have some!"

I decided there was nothing left to do but head to the BX!
When I got to the building, I tried the little convenient-store at the front first, and they were out (of course, right?). The un-sympathetic cashier pointed me in the direction of the BX's main entrance, so I continued on my way.

I meandered all over the store looking for the right section. I swear there was no rhyme or reason to the way everything was set up. I tried reading signs, but even those were misleading. I finally came to the correct location, anxious to grab a box of precious pearls, when I was stopped dead in my tracks.

Sitting on the floor, feet flat out in front of him, directly in front of the particular brand and size I needed to purchase, was a 20-some year old, blonde guy who was re-stocking all the tampons.
Aww... COME ON!!! I decided to try and not make a big deal out of it. We're both grown adults. He works here. He sees this stuff all the time. Everyone knows about this stuff. Why does it have to be awkward? That's right. It doesn't.

As I stood in front of him, rather than simply saying "excuse me," I jokingly said,
"You would be sitting right in front of what I need!" I even threw in a casual laugh.
The guy followed my gaze to the box of tampons and said "Oh, haha. Yeah... uhh, umm. Awkward!" What? No, no. No awkward. This is not going to be awkward!

He reached for a box like he was going to hand it to me, and then immediately pulled his hands to his sides and turned bright red.
I reached in front of him to grab a box of regulars (keep in mind, his face was literally only a few inches from the boxes.. why was he sitting so close?).

As I began pulling away, I realized I had not grabbed a box of regulars. I had grabbed a box of Super Plus. And the bright red boy turned dark red because he read the label as it passed his face.

Crap. I grabbed the wrong size. I don't need the Super Plus!! What am I gonna do, put it back and tell him I got the wrong one? that I need him to move his face so I can actually see what I'm reaching for and then not hit him in the nose as I pull it away? Why didn't he get up and move? Seriously? Just keep the darned box. It's not that big of a deal. Just go check out already! Remember? It's not awkward.

And at that moment the blonde had the audacity to say,
"....that's Weird."

I beg your pardon? Did you seriously just say that? Jerk!

I went to the nearest check-out lane with a woman-cashier, and informed her that I might have embarrrassed the heck out of the guy stocking the tampons.

She said, "Was he blonde, wearing a maroon shirt?"
"Uhh.. I don't remember what color of shirt he had on, but he was blonde."
"Well," she said, "that's Chad. He's still new, and he needs to get OVER it."

I liked her. A lot.

Anyways, so there's my first story from the BX.
Oh, and if you were wondering, yes, I do talk to myself, in my head, all the time.

Hey!!

The Hubs and I are headed to San Antonio tomorrow for the weekend!

For those experienced travelers and/or those who live there, is there anything we absolutely MUST do before we leave?

We are staying on base, have tickets to go to Sea World (yesssss), and plan on going to Dick's Last Resort. I'm also hoping I can convince Mr. AF to do a couple's massage!

We're also not sure where is the best place to catch a Fireworks show.

Heck, I just want to make sure I get to pet the dolphins!

Any tips? Thanks!

Hannah

I wish I had my husband's sleeping habits.

We crawl into bed at night, and about a minute after we stop talking, a series of events take place.

While I am lying there, trying to fall asleep, Mr. Air Force's breathing pattern changes. He begins exhaling with a lot of force (imagine an angry bull blowing steam).

Soon, it's as if he is working out or running in his sleep.
Different parts of his body begin flexing. His arms, his hands, his back and legs. Sometimes his feet will even move as though he really were running in his sleep (you know, like puppies sometimes do).

If, at any point during this nightly ritual, I move the slightest bit, he jolts awake and says,
"HUH? What? What'd you say??"
"I didn't say anything honey. I just moved."
"Oh... oka---zzzz.....*twitch*"

Occassionally, we will both randomly wake up and talk a little bit during the night. Sometimes he remembers it, sometimes he doesn't. Sometimes, it is obvious that he is just sleep talking.

I remember he talked in his sleep a lot right after we got married.

Him: "mumble-mumble.... UGH.."
Me: "Hmm? What'd you say?"
Him: "Ugh.. Nevermind. You don't get it."
Me: He's got that right.

Then there was the night right after we had seen Star Trek at the movies.

Him: "SO... (he often starts out conversations with this word).. mumble-mumble"
Me: "Huh?... So.. what?"
Him: "mumble.... Vulcan!"
Me: "Honey.... go back to sleep.. ugh"

Apparently, he really liked Star Trek, and was still trying to explain to me in his sleep about Spock's home-planet.

After all this, you might be wondering why I would want his sleeping habits.
It's simple. He falls asleep in less than a minute, and then sleeps hard all night long.

I'd kill to not lay awake for an hour or more, thinking about a million things at once.

I stole this from Happy Day World -- I couldn't resist.

A-Age: 21

B-Birth date: December 21, 1987 (and yes, I've been cheated out of many gifts because of this)

C-Chore you hate: Anything that qualifies as a "chore,"... just kidding. Probably taking out the trash.

D-Dog's name: I don't have one yet :(

E-Enter or Exit: depends on what it is I'm entering or exiting. For instance-- Olive Garden: totally enter. Hell: totally exit.
I'm not sure I get this question?

F-Favorite color: Any shade of turquoise, and also deep red.

G-Gold or silver: Silver or white gold

H-Hair color: Brown

I-Instrument: Very much in love with the sound of a piano (and I love playing, though I'm not very good!).

J-Job Title: Stay at home wife who is soaking up the opportunity to not have a job while I get to know new friends before I have to re-join the work force. Any questions?

K-Kids: Not yet. Someday (God-willing)!

L-Living arrangements: Live with Mr. Airforce in the middle of a desert. Yup.

M-Monkey or Moose: Moose

N-Nicknames: Hannah Banana, Handy, Lana, Bonky (my dad)

O-Odd thing about you: I'm technically a grown-up, yet I still do not eat my veggies. Well, at least not the green ones.

P-Pet Peeve: Don't get me started, I might not shut up.

Q-Quote from a movie: practically anything from the following movies: The Ringer, Madagascar, Forrest Gump, Twilight (the book), and Princess Bride.

"No more rhymes now, I mean it!
... Anybody wanna peanut?"

R-Right/Left Handed: Right

S-Siblings: three older sisters

T-Time you wake up? Umm.. depends on if I'm working out and how badly I want to sleep in!

U-Underwear: Secret.... No, really. It's called "Secret." Most comfortable underwear EVER!

V-Veggie you dislike: Hahaha. Anything green, unless it comes from Olive Garden, cauliflower (sp?), beans.. yeah. Oh! I do love fried ocra though! Yuummmmm =)

W-What makes you run late: My alarm clock. It's haunted. The snooze button magically gets hit a few times before I wake up.

X-X-Rays: Teeth, left hand, head, chest, and back

Y-Yummy food you make: Crescent pizza rolls! LOVE THEM! Best thing I ever made up.

Z-Zoo Animal: Hmm.. I really don't know?

I didn't think I would have some good stuff from Google Analytics for a while, but crazy, Google-addicted people have proven me wrong!

"Scary falling into a well story" (I believe the words you should be looking up are "Timmy" and "Lassie")

"scary relationship advice from french wives" (Well -- wait, what?)

"sexy being married matthew macfadyen" (Okay, lady [ or guy, I suppose] you seriously need to learn grammar and how to use commas and all that jazz. But I have to agree with you, Matthew Macfadyen, aka Mr. Darcy, is to die for.)

"www. san angelo tx,com/hotdates" (Sorry sweetheart, I'm already taken.)

"Scary stories that happen 15 yers ago" (First: Learn how to spell and use proper grammar. Second: I believe the answer you are searching for is the birth of Miley Cyrus.)