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.)

Thank you to the Young Mom/Wife for the One Lovely Blog Award!

Heather, aka Mrs. Southern Bride sent the Honest Scrap Award my way :)

"The Honest Scrap award comes with a caveat or two. Firstly, you have to tell your readers ten things about you they may not know, but that are true. Secondly, you have to tag 10 people with the award. Thirdly, let all the people you've given the award to know that they've gotten it (comment on their blogs or something). And finally, make sure you link back to the person who awarded you."

Hmm.. Lets see how many of these rules I can break.

1) I'm terrified of getting hit in the face with a ball. So.. I just don't play Volleyball. Ever.

2) My guilty pleasure is bananas with melted chocolate.

3) I can't stay by myself at home overnight. Gotta have a friend over.

4) I STILL haven't sent out thank-you notes...

5) I'm almost done reading the Chronicles of Narnia!

6) I can't wait to get out of San Angelo
(that is, if where we are going next has a better town and climate!)

7) I really want to see My Sister's Keeper.. and I know that I'll probably cry. Oh well!

8) Give me Hot Spinage and Artichoke dip from Olive Garden and I am in heaven!

9) One of my favorite food-smells is grilled hamburgers.

10) I have only been married a month. Really? Is that all?.. wow.

Alright.. my nominees are:

Following in my Shoes
.Lovely Yellow Ribbons.
:::Jenny.Lee:::
French Kiss
Just Another Day in Paradise
Leaving and Loving on a Jet Plane
More Than an (Army) Wife
Not just another [pregnant] army wife
The Undomestic Army Wife
Happily-Ever-After-Land

These are some of my favorites! (Note, I said some)
I have many more where that came from!

Our neighbors downstairs suggested a few weeks ago that we watch their Season One of TrueBlood (once they were done with it, of course).

"Hmm," I thought.
"I love Twilight. I'll give it a try."

How would I explain True Blood?

Twilight meets Sex and the City meets Murder, She Wrote meets some kind of suspense/thriller.

For the record: I HATE scary movies. Can't watch them. This thing has some scary stuff in it, and it's so frustrating because I want to look away and not watch, but I have to know what happens next.

Mr. AF and I have been watching it since last night and are in the middle of episode 8.

Excuse me while I indulge.

=)

Ya know those dreams you have that make you want to wash your face, brush your teeth, wash your hair twice, smear lotion into your skin.. etc.

Because, maybe in your dream, your teeth fell out, your face was covered with gigantic white-heads, you had bugs in your hair, or your skin was so dry it was flaking off? (that last one was actually from a friend's dream). Is anyone else here getting grossed out yet?

Last night was one of those dreams.

The first dream was actually a pretty good dream. I was only about 12 years old, and I was innocently falling in love with some boy who I went on adventures with every day.
Yeah. No idea where that one came from!

The second dream, however, made me wake up and clench my teeth together (to make sure they were still there and in tact).
In this dream, all of my teeth were glued together in sections (as if I had different pieces of dentures). The only difference between my teeth and dentures, was that they had been re-implanted into my jaw so that they couldn't be taken out like regular dentures.

But something went wrong, and the whole left/upper side of my jaw-teeth loosened up and started causing a lot of pain. The next thing I knew, I was holding my upper jaw teeth, all glued together in a perfect row, in my hand.
I looked in the mirror, and the front teeth were also out of place and on the verge of falling out of my mouth.

I began crying and trying to fit everything back into my mouth.

*shivvers*

There were lots of other little details about the dream that I won't subject you to (for your stomach's sake).

Now, I have one more dream I want to tell you about-- but don't run away just yet. This one has nothing that will make you cringe or get grossed out, I promise!

This dream actually came from Mr. Airforce =)
I don't want to do any major political-bashing on my blog-- but I will note that both Mr. AF and I voted for McCain (as in, NOT for Obama).

With that being said.. =)
Mr. AF had a dream about our wedding night. He dreamed that we drove all the way to Washington D.C., for our honeymoon.
On our first night, we went for a walk about the city and eventually found our way to the White House (you might be able to see where this is going).

I guess Mr. AF convinced me to sneak onto the obviously private property with him (how we evaded security I'll never know).
Did you know there is a "secret lake" behind the White House? Oh, yes. It is there for the sole enjoyment of the President. (hmm.. maybe that is only in his dream).

Anyways. We got a little frisky and proceeded to have our "first time" next to this "secret lake" while trespassing on the White House property.
But then, oh no! "They're on to us!"

Before we could truly enjoy our perfect night, we were shot at by the security guards and chased off of the property. And then he woke up! The end.

Ohhhh, hubby. I love you =)

Okay, I have a question.

Why are bocugon's so danged popular? And why are people coming to my blog to look for them? Okay, I know why. I mentioned them ONCE in a post I made last summer, but seriously.

Here are a few of the things people searched:

"Scary bedtime story" --- there were a LOT of searches based of this

"bocugon"

"bocugon everything"

"bocugon toys"

"bhahaha"

"bedtime wife stories"

"bocugon games"

"bocugon photos"

"bocugon sex" (wth?!?!?!)

"hot desperate military wives" ---okay, I'll admit, I'm hott (or at least my husband says so), but I'm not desperate. I just got married, for crying out loud!!

Who knew that three weeks could make such a difference in a growing boy?
Not a growing baby. A growing boy.

In the three weeks I've been gone, he went from looking like a toddler to more like a little boy.
But... he JUST started looking like a toddler instead of a baby!

My little bity baby nephew (who helped my dad and Grampa walk me down the aisle, btw) is not so little any more.. and his Aunt Nana is having a hard time dealing with that!

He is now all smiles and laughs

"I'm gonna get you!!"
Showing Gramie a rock

I'm gonna have to give him a talkin' to though..

He's gotta lay off the drinks.

Don't you think?

He is ALL boy.

Dirt, sticks, rocks, grunting and wrestling are his "thing"

Watch out world!

I drove eight hours today to come visit my family.

Yeah, I know it's only been three weeks since I've seen them (as of tomorrow).

Yeah, I know it's eight hours (though, really, it's not a bad drive at all. Piece of cake, really).

But what can I say, I missed my family. I figure I should come and see them as often as I can now, before we get shipped off overseas and I literally CAN'T see them for months and months at a time.

I was so thrilled when I made it into the heart of Oklahoma. Okay, let me rephrase that.
I was so thrilled when I made it past the crazy traffic of the heart of Oklahoma.

I forgot how GREEN Oklahoma is! After living in San Angelo for three weeks, I seriously forgot what it looked like. It's so beautiful!
I was in such a good mood the whole drive.
I've been feeling sick the last week or two, and I swear, the closer to home I got, the better I felt.

I've decided that Oklahoma is my.... Narnia! (hahahahahaha. I know, I'm so very, very lame. I'm sorry). And only people who have read the books might understand that very cheesy analogy.

I arrived home and was thrilled to see my house, my mom, my dad, and my little dog, Molly. I was so excited to surprise my nephews, and I can't wait to see my sister later tonight.

I asked Mr. Airforce countless times before I left if he would be okay without me. Each time I got a short "Yes." To which I would reply, "You sure?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
"Will you miss me?"
"Mmm Hmm."
"Sure you'll be okay without me?"
"Haha.. yeah."

I reminded myself that I would only be gone for three days, so it wasn't really that big of a deal.

Until an hour ago. When I realized that I'm now an eight hour drive away from him. In another state. And he hasn't answered my text messages. Which opens a whole new can of worms that I haven't had to experience since we got married.

Why didn't he respond? Is he sleeping? Is he sick? Did he lose his phone? Was he in a car wreck? Is he in an emergency room somewhere and has no way to contact his wife to let her know he's hurt and she's not there to take care of him like a good wife is supposed to?? *GASP OF AIR*

*breathe in..... breathe out...*

Now I'm homesick for my home with my husband.
Make up your mind already, woman!

I have a new daily favorite.

Makes me think, laugh, and he is so entertaining!

Go check him out! He's a literature professor and reminds me of a few of my old favorite professors! --and I swear he writes with an old-english accent =).

We're on the piddlin' side of puny at our house.

I've been feeling "off" all day.

Mr. Airforce had surgery on his shoulder last Friday, and today his pain meds just didn't sit right with him.

He was in the middle of class when the room started spinning and nausea kicked in. He tried writing notes and it came out in scribbles. His instructor let him go home early, which is good because he was on the verge of passing out. I still don't know how he made it home safely!

When he got home, I was in bed talking to my mom on the phone. I didn't hear the front door open, so when he opened the bedroom door and walked in I nearly came out of my skin.

"HOLY SHHHHHHHHH..... (I actually said it just like that. Didn't finish the word)!!!! Ooooooohhh myyyy gosh you scared the CRAP OUT OF ME!!!"

He crawled in bed and passed out for a few hours. I cleaned up around the kitchen, made a few phone calls, did some reading, and caught up on some blogging.

Then the doorbell rang. Crap, I don't have a bra on.

I began tiptoeing to the bedroom to see if Mr. AF would get the door for me (I could hear him getting out of bed already). As I came around the corner, he saw me and said
"HOLY SHHHHH.... (yep, just like that). Oh!"
Apparently, he wasn't fully awake yet. He said it looked like I was running at him and I scared the crap out of him.

Well. What goes around comes around, Babe.

I hope he feels better tomorrow, because he has a test and he has to get an 80% on it to pass it!

I seriously need to get my butt in gear.

I have SO many Thank-You notes to write. As much as my hand/wrist might complain about it, I'm very thankful to have so many notes to write.
We have so many friends and family who have been so awesome and supportive of our engagement and marriage. They have been such a huge help to us with starting our life together.
I also need to finish reading Prince Caspian, and then read the last three books of the series. I loved The Horse and his Boy. It reminded me so much of God.

In the book, Aslan the lion, symbolizes the Trinity (to me, at least).
Whenever any of the characters are in some kind of trouble or danger, Aslan is always there to help them through their situation. He leads and directs the paths they take. They are never alone, because he is always there. He comes in many forms, and shows himself in many ways.

The characters in this book never realized how much influence Aslan had had on their lives until the end. I don't know, it's hard to explain, but in the end of the book I was in awe of God. I'm pretty sure that was exactly what C.S. Lewis intended when he wrote the books.

Okay, now I have two complete off-the-wall randoms for you.

First-- Does anyone else hate the Hillshire Farms commercials? They get stuck in my head and drive me nuts! Which I'm sure was the intentions of the people who made the commercial. But I still haven't bought any of the products, so I guess they failed.

Second-- Remember the Snuggie? (I say that like it happened ages ago).
Well, now there is something even more ridiculous and hilarious. Just watch it.




If I got one for Mr. AF, think he'd wear it to get the mail? =)

I'm in the process of putting wedding pictures up! Go here to see them!!
I'm soo happy I finally have them!


By the way, Mr. AF has now hit The Fat One two or three times and it is STILL coming back!

He's done it now.

When Mr. Air Force came home from his training class yesterday, he was bearing an air-soft rifle. Before he was even out of his mustang, he was peering up to our front porch, eyeing the bird feeder. And there it was. The Fat One (as in the fat pigeon).

Full of beautiful bird seed. Here is it after the pigeon attacked it.
The picture is kinda bad, I snuck it from my window before he flew off.
As you can see, he quickly emptied out all the tubes, except for the thistle,
and that's only because he was too stupid to figure out how to get his big beak in the holes.

And here is the branch he flies to after I bang on the window.
It's just far enough away so he thinks I can't hurt him, but just close enough so that he can see my every move.
Dang bird.

I have the cutest niece ever (yeah, sorry about your niece).



This poor little baby had to have corrective surgery this past week, and she is still in the hospital! Please pray for her little body to be all better so she can go home! To see the official update from her mama, aka my sister, check here.

Random question.

I've realized over the past couple of weeks that not all of my comments received here are being sent to my email like they should.
I now have to check each post directly on blogger to read all of the comments, and that also means I can't respond directly through email to the blogger who left the comment (cause I seriously love doing that!).

I tried going through the hullabaloo of reporting it to blogger, who then sent me to a Google "Help Group," where I was sent to a specified "Something is Broken" group, where I was told I had to join the group before asking a question.

I joined the group with a "nickname," entered my question, and the next page said,
"You must first join this group to ask a question. Please enter a nickname."

In the words of Peanut: WWHAAAAAUUUUAAAAAAATT?????

I tried a second time, and an error page came up. So I said foo-ey on the whole thing and decided just to ask you guys.

Am I the only one dealing with comments not getting sent to my email or is it a blogger-wide problem?

I love my hubby.

As we speak, he is looking up air-soft guns and silencers. Why? What is so amazing about this?

I'll tell you.
He wants to pulverize the pigeons that plague our front porch and our new bird feeder.

I would have done it myself already if I had a gun! Maybe I'll just get a handful of rocks.
What? You think I'm being cruel? Well, before you call ASPCA on us, let me explain our side of the story.

I have always loved birds. I'm an avid bird-watcher. When I was little, I could sit for hours at our front window watching the dozens and dozens of birds eating from our bird feeder.
Gold finch, house finch, robins, cardinals, blue jays, orioles, you name it, I loved watching it.

For the last few months, I've been telling Mr. AF that as soon as I move in we are buying a bird feeder (and plants to put around the porch, but that's another post in itself).

Off to walmart we went on a quest for the perfect bird feeder.
After much debate, we settled on one with three different feeding tubes so that we could fill it with three different seeds.
We got it home and had it filled before I even walked in the front door.

Well, we haven't had much luck. We've had a few purple house finches, one cardinal that only shows up at a certain time each day (and for some reason won't invite his friends), and a LOT of sparrows. A few visitors that we have NOT been happy with are a few ugly pigeons disguised as doves.

At first I kept saying to myself, they're really not that bad.
But now I know better.
They're rats with wings!
They make an awful ceeeeeeeeaaaaawwwww sound, similar to that of an irritated mother hen.
When I hear the sound, it is like hearing a water faucet dripping with no way to fix it.

Further more, they destroy the chances of any other bird eating the seed!
When they land on the bird feeder, because of their size and lack of balance, they send it swinging and spinning all over the place, causing the seed to be scattered.

Then, rather than trying to eat the seed already in the tray, they peck at the holes of the tubes over and over, sending dozens of seeds onto our porch with every peck.

And they know we don't like them.. Oh, ho, ho, do they know we do not. like. them.

The first thing they do is land on our porch railing and stick their ugly necks out as far as they can in attempt to spot us inside the window. They know I'm there. Waiting.
After a few BAM! BAM! BAM!'s on the window, they fly off in sheer panic.

But they are always watching, waiting for the moment I turn my head. I rest at ease until I hear that awful cceeeeeeaaaaaaaaawwwwww... I look up and there's the extra fat one, with eyes that seem to be saying "Watcha gonna do about it, punk?"

I'll tell you what, you ugly gray ball of feathers and parasites.
If my husband's paint ball gun had any air left in it you would be a different color by now, but you got lucky.
Now he's going to by an air-soft gun.
Better watch your back, punks.

::: UPDATE :::
Mr. AF just confirmed that it is legal to shoot pigeons in Texas.
He also thought he'd remind me that he doesn't necessarily want to kill them, just scare the livin' daylights out of them so they don't come back!

So, I didn't end up reading Harry Potter.

Having already read the first two and a half books, and noticed that they were exactly like the movie (except my imagination is way better than the movie), I was bored with the idea of continuing to read the rest of the books. I'll eventually read them, just not this week.

Instead, I started re-reading New Moon for the 3rd or 4th time (hey, the new movie trailer inspired me, what can I say?). Now THAT is something I can read over and over again-- so long as I put a few months inbetween each read.

But.... 5 chapters in, I looked up and realized that I had totally forgotten about my hubby's Chronicles of Narnia collection. Well why in the heck don't I read those??? I already know how this book ends.

So I picked up the first book, The Magician's Nephew and read it straight through. It was a tad slow at first, and I was surprised at how much it read like a children's novel (I shouldn't be surprised though, considering that's exactly what it is!). I got really into it when Polly and Digory discovered the hall of wax-like figures. I instantly knew who the tall, beautiful lady at the end was! And I loved the creation of Narnia. So cool!

Once I was done with that, I picked up The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Of course, it's a tad different than the recent movie (one of my favorites!), but it was, unfortunately, almost word-for-word with the old BBC version of it.

Has anyone else here seen that version? Bad acting and huge animal costumes.
I watched it a million times when I was homeschooled, so about 5 chapters into the book I realized
A: I was getting bored because I knew all the lines word for word already, and knew exactly what was going to happen next, and
B: I was getting really irritated with the characters, because of the word-for-word accuration of BBC and their bad actors, I was imagining the book with those characters instead of the ones from the better movie. (Did that make any sense at all?).

So I put the book down and read another chapter of New Moon instead.
Tomorrow, I will read The Horse and his Boy.

The end!

Dang it. I was really hoping it would be a little bit longer before I hit this point.
I've got the homesick.

After the wedding, it was so had for me not to just break down and cry infront of everyone as I said my goodbye's, because I knew it would probably be months before I saw them again.
I've always stuck close to home. And when I couldn't physically live at home, I still visited every single weekend.

Now I've been married for eleven days. At day 7 I was starting to miss home.

Yesterday I was a total crab all day, just ask Mr. AF. He finally asked, "Are you mad at me? Did I do something to make you mad?" I scowled at him, and reminded myself that it's not his fault.
Finally, in bed last night, I broke down and started crying. Mr. AF, in his half-asleep state, tried to comfort me a little, but then instantly fell back asleep.

I miss all my family and nieces and nephews, even our dog Molly. Who I was missing the most though, was my twin sister.

No, she's not my real twin sister, but she might as well be. We're three years apart, but could pass as the same age, and we both have the same stock-white skin, freckled face, blue eyes, we're both tall and thin, and we both have the same crazy-curly hair. We've been mistaken for twins for as long as I can remember, though, if you get right down to it, we look nothing alike!

Maybe fraternal twins, but definitely not identical.

When we were younger, she always hated it when mom dressed us in the same clothes. We used to fight all the time in middle school and high school. She was furious when people mistook me for the 16 year old and her for the 13 year old. It got worse when people thought she was the 17 year old and I was the 20 year old married one.

Then, one day a few years ago, matching outfits became kinda fun. It was suddenly cool to be "twins." As a 23 year old, she was okay with being mistaken for a 20 year old (go figure).

I feel like part of me is stuck in Missouri, where Sarah is. And part of me is stuck in Texas, where I am. I always thought I'd get to experience newlywed life with my sister right there telling me how it's done. She's been there for every single other occasion-- why not this one?

Well, if you end up reading this Sarah, I love you! And you need to stankin' roadtrip to this hole in the wall to see me dang it! *SMACK*-- love ya.

Sweet Mr. Airforce.
He wins "Best-Brand-New-Husband" award after our first week of marriage.

Thanks to my fist fight with my birth-control I'm now having a no-fun-case of the Raging Red River. Poor Mr. AF. Need I say more?

After putting up with all my crampy-complaining, listening to me sniff and cough all night (thank you Texas) and having to go without.. well.. you know, he still does the sweetest things to try and make me feel better.

1. He has been cooking me GREAT meals. No lie, my hubby is a great cook. He made something tonight with pork tenderloin.. or something like that. All I know is it was a mouthful of goodness. Better than anything I've had at a restaurant in a long time!

2. He hooked up the internet for me so that I wouldn't go stir-crazy alone in the apartment during the day.

3. He gives me shoulder massages and oiled back massages.

Then today, he came home from his first day of class at Goodfellow with a back of Dove Chocolate all for me!
Then he pulled out my brand-new Con-air (sp??) foot-spa and filled it with water for me, he said maybe it would make me feel better.
To top it all off, he drove me to Wal-Mart to buy a box of girly-products (although I didn't force him to actually go down the "girly-products aisle").

Yup, he's good at being a husband so far. =)

Now today: I'm going to try reading the Harry Potter series. I've tried twice to read them and made it through the first 2 1/2 books, but have always been too busy to keep up with them.
So now that I'm sitting in the apartment all day, I'm going to try again!

Then I'm going to read all the Chronicles of Narnia books, followed by the Left Behind series. I've already read most of the L.B. books, but didn't get to finish the last two or three. That was y.e.a.r.s ago, so I figured I should start from scratch.

Oh yeah... somewhere in there I gotta finish about 80-or-so thank-you notes. Yikes!