I think Mr. Air Force is beginning to regret having cable. Well, not cable. Just TLC.

I'm pretty sure he is sick of watching this show. The only reason I think he might secretly enjoy it is because he usually gets up and leaves the room entirely if I'm watching something he has no desire to see (for instance, Toddler and Tiaras).

But I'm beginning to think I've seen too many episodes.

Last night I dreamed that I found out I was 7 or 8 months pregnant.
Oh, and apparently, my subconscience hasn't figured out I'm married yet, because whenever I have "pregnant" dreams, I'm ashamed and embarrassed and not married.

In the dream, my mom took me to the ER and they hooked me up to some machines and told me I was in early labor. I was barely showing, and whenever I touched my stomach, I could feel out the legs and feet of the baby pushing against my stomach. Yeah, weird. I know.

At one point, the doctor said they were going to take my baby out to check on it. Not to officially deliver it, just to check on it, before they put it back in me to grow some more. (No, I didn't smoke or drink anything before I fell asleep. I'm notorious for having weird dreams).

The next thing I knew, the baby, a boy, was laying on a table, wearing a diaper and a hospital bracelet. I walked up to him and said "Hi, honey!"
To my surprise, the baby smiled real big and said "Hi, honey!" right back at me. After it repeated a few more things I said, I realized I had an ultra-smart baby who had amazing talking-skills for his age. My whole family came in and rejoiced that he could repeat all of their names with near perfection.

That's all I can remember from the dream. Weird, right? I mean, really weird.

Now for something normal =)

Mr. Air Force passed his test for block six today!! YAY!
He and his classmates were all so nervous about this test! It has the highest failure rate of all the other blocks. I'm so proud of him =)

Two more days till my sister is here!

Today has been busy.

I ordered a coffee table about a week ago, and it finally arrived today. Upon pulling it halfway out of the box, I realized that it wasn't real wood, and therefore had a huge dent in the side from shipping. So I shoved it back into the box, duct taped it shut, and hauled the heavy thing out to the trunk of my car.

On the way to Bed Bath and Beyond, I stopped off at Big Lots to check out their decor.

Real quick-- I need to explain that our apartment right now is seriously lacking in style and/or theme. It's killing me that it has no color. The walls are white (we can't paint them), the floor is tan/buff colored, and the couch is somewhere in between the two.
We need curtains, but I don't know what color to get. We need couch pillows, but I don't know what color to get. *sigh*

That being said, I LOVE going to places like Hobby Lobby and Kirklands. I happily get lost for long periods of time in the different designs and colors, wandering around, letting my imagination run away with itself. Big Lots is nothing in comparison to these stores, but it still has a lot of great stuff at a much better price.

I get so mad at myself. I will finally reach out and pick something up that I want SO badly, I calculate how much it will cost in my head, I picture where I will place it, and what else could go with it, and I finally think "Yes... I want to buy this."
But then, I wonder if Mr. Air Force will like it. He's about as picky as I am when it comes to decorations, and we don't always have the same opinion. So, I sadly put the item back on the shelf and walk away with my head hung low in defeat.

This is how it's been for the last month.

I want to wait until he is free to go with me so we can buy something together, that we both love. Is that too much to ask?

Anyways, new topic.

I just bought THIS:

If you click on the picture, it should take you to the website. The website is great! There is a blog that goes along with it. I spent hours reading through the entire blog.
I can't wait to start the book tomorrow! It's got great reviews. I bought the only copy in the store :). I'll let you know how it goes!

Well, my thank-you notes are about half-way done.

Harry Potter 3 is about 1/3 of the way done.

I'm almost to level 28 on Farm Town, and my future dream-home is almost complete! I wouldn't be surprised if I used this pretend-farm as an actual model for when we retire from the military.

Tomorrow, Mr. Air Force's class is having a class-social at the lake. I can't wait! It will be nice to meet some more wives. I'm going to make some Black Bottom Cupcakes to take. Thanks SO much to The Mrs. at Trying Our Best for recommending them on her blog!

She's not kidding. They are to die for. I tweaked the recipe though, beacuse I'm not a fan of cake or cupcakes. I'm a brownie girl, so I used brownie mix instead! I made them for a get together we had with a few friends, and everyone couldn't stop talking about them! Especially the men, haha. I want to make some right now just so I can eat them right now.

In other exciting news, my sister, Sarah, is coming to visit!! I'm soo psyched.
She'll fly in on the 31st, we will hang out for a few days, and then we are road tripping to Houston to visit our oldest sister, Rachel. We're throwing an Aggie, tailgate themed babyshower for her and her hubby. It's going to be so much fun!
She's due September 1st, but her doctor talked like they might induce her a week or two early =)
It's crazy to think I could have new nephew in just a few WEEKS! crazy crazy.

On another note-- did anybody else catch Toddlers and Tiaras on TLC?
It's one of those things that makes me angry, but I can't change the channel, lol. Some of the mothers on the show are ridiculous! Seriously, false eyelashes, fake teeth, spray tans, and $3000 dresses that they'll only be able to wear once? Oh yeah, and teaching them that outer-beauty is everything? Yea. Ridiculous.

(can't see what Google Analytics comes up with after that title).

I'm Sorry. There, I said it.
It's been ten whole days since I blogged last! I haven't been out of town, without internet, my laptop didn't die, my husband hasn't been sick and needing 100% of my attention.
I just haven't blogged.

First it was Farm Town (as mentioned in the previous post) that got (and still has) my attention.

Then, I finally got Pride and Prejudice in the mail and I began reading it. I had no idea how long it would take to read that book! I figured I could top it off in at day or two, but it took me a whole week if not a day or two longer.
I loved it, by the way. It was not an easy read, but once I got used to the style of the writing and the language of that time period, it was a piece of cake. I highly recommend it and liked it better than the movie! =)

Then I was going to read the third Harry Potter book (since I didn't do it the first or second time), but it occured to me that I still have yet to write the rest of my thank-you notes. We've almost been married 2 months! So I put Harry Potter back on the shelf and began writing.
You can only write so long without getting cramps in your hand, so I have to take breaks.

Oh yeah-- I also had a fun little ordeal that involved me going to the dentists.

I had an extreme tooth ache, went to the doc, he banged on my teeth a lot, took an x-ray, and informed me that I have a dying nerve and an abscessed tooth.
Yay, I get to have a ROOT CANAL procedure!

Antibiotics and hydrocodone have been my bestfriend this week.

Today, though, I have to have my Root Canal pushed back a whole MONTH, because TriCare somehow didn't get me into their dental system, and I won't be in it until August 1st.
Do they know that I'm busy the week of August 1st? *sigh*
That means I have to have it scheduled for the 2nd week of August. More antibiotics for me!

I have a few more updates, but this post is getting a little on the long side, so I'll save it for tomorrow! Again, I'm sorry for my unneccessary leave of absence, and I promise I'll try to do better.
But I still have more thank you notes, the third Harry Potter, and Farm Town which also require a little of my time, so bear with me :)

Happy Friday! Have a GREAT weekend!

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.