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3.30.2012

The Great Twilight Debate: Me and My Soldierman

While I'm in the hospital and home recovering/taking care of Miss Charlotte, I have a few people scheduled to blog for me. I hope you enjoy them while I'm away! Don't worry, I'll be back soon with stories and tons of photos of our little one! =)



Today's guest post is by one of my favorite people - and bloggers - JG from Me and My Soldierman. And I think you're going to love what she's written for you/me today. Enjoy!


With the Hunger Games movie coming out, and the new Twilight trailer being released, all the old discussions have cropped up comparing the latest YA novel to Twilight, and people talking about how lame Twilight is. Now, if we were just talking about the movies, I’d totally agree. They suck.

But it seems to me a lot of the criticism people cast at Twilight is, well, unfair. So, here I am writing a post I never thought I’d write.


I’m defending Twilight.





Let me start by saying Twilight is not great literature. I’m not trying to say that at all. And that’s part of the problem. People like to compare Twilight to Harry Potter because they’re both written by break-out female authors, and compare Twilight to Hunger Games because, again, both female authors and similar writing techniques – first-person limited omniscience, in case you were wondering – and all of them are fantasy/sci-fi/not regular old Nicolas Sparks fiction.


Actually, Nicolas Sparks may be a better comparison. Because where Harry Potter had larger moral themes and Hunger Games has over-arching political messages, Twilight is just a romance. And for a romance, it’s pretty good.


It’s like trying to compare chicken broth with Thanksgiving dinner. You just can’t. But for chicken broth, it’s good.


I hate when people compare Twilight with Harry Potter. Sorry, Stephen King, you should know better than to try and contrast two completely dissimilar pieces of fiction just because they both target the same audience. It’s not an even scale. So I’m not even really going to address that one.


Twilight and Hunger Games is closer, even though I still don’t think it’s a true like-to-like comparison. But we’ll go with it. Katniss is a very strong female character. She’s obsessively devoted to and protective of her family and friends. She’s got a survivor instinct but is also incredibly self-sacrificial – i.e. volunteering for certain death in place of her sister. But she’s still a teenager with complicated emotions and a worldview that fits the world in which she inhabits.


All these same things could be said about Bella. It’s less obvious because she doesn’t live in the middle of a civil war and an oppressed village. But she is also fiercely devoted to family, willing to jump between those she loves and harm even though it always appears to mean a certain – painful, bloody – death. Yes, it’s on a lesser scale than Katniss, because her world is smaller than Katniss’s. That doesn’t make her virtues any smaller. I think I can say with certainty that if Katniss didn’t have a major civil war to distract her when she got back from the Games, we would have had an “Eclipse”-style sequel rather than the “Catching Fire” we have.


The endings to the stories are where things get tricky. And if you haven’t read the endings to either series, I’ll do my best not to spoil anything, but you might just want to skip this paragraph to be safe. I have huge, HUGE problems with the way Twilight ended. Sorry to play this card, but one thing we learned in my writing courses was that sometimes, you have to kill your darlings. If it serves the story, if it’s what’s needed for the story to be realistic, believable, organic, then it must be done. Stephenie Meyer is afraid to do this. Or, at least she was with Twilight. She can’t stand to see the characters she loves in pain. Oh, sure, Bella gets torn up and chewed up here and there. But none of it is permanent. However, when it comes to real lasting loss, Meyer won’t pull the trigger. Exhibit A: Renesmee. A completely ridiculous and unnecessary plot device because Meyer loves Jacob too much to see him endure (and subsequently grow from) real loss. Or, the final-battle-that-never-was. We get to the final vampire confrontation and – largely thanks to Bella’s natural means of protecting her friends and family – we have a giant talk-it-out session and everyone goes home unscathed, with the exception of the traitor we have no emotional connection to. In Hunger Games, there is loss. A lot of loss of characters we care about. Care deeply about, like Prim. And Katniss has to deal with the effects of that loss, like losing her relationship with Gale. In this way, I think Collins is a braver writer than Meyer. But again, Collins was writing about an actual, all-out war. Meyer was not. Meyer was writing a romance. And in a romance, it’s perfectly acceptable (in theory) to end on a high note, give everyone a happy ending. I still hate Renesmee as a character and as a plot device. But it fits the story that Meyer was telling.


My point is, Hunger Games is a political story. Twilight is a romance. Yes, Twilight is a thinner story, but it’s sufficient to the task – telling a love story.


3.29.2012

Baby vs. Furbaby: Somewhere Over the Camo

While I'm in the hospital and home recovering/taking care of Miss Charlotte, I have a few people scheduled to blog for me. I hope you enjoy them while I'm away! Don't worry, I'll be back soon with stories and tons of photos of our little one! =)

Hello all you FINE readers of this here FINE blog. :)  I'm Amanda and I blog over at Somewhere Over the Camo.  I'm so excited to blog with y'all today while Sarah is off enjoying sweet baby Charlotte.  Welcome to the world little one, it's a grand and beautiful place!

I have a baby of my own you know... he is fabulous, hilarious, cute and the best company I could ever ask for...










He also has four legs, fur and drools a lot-- meet Piston.


As I sit here and ponder all the changes Sarah will go through when it comes to Charlotte versus her fur-baby, Jasper, I know that there are a few minor major differences between babies like Piston and Jasper and the real-deal-babies like Charlotte.

For example... 
  • Charlotte will have to go EVERYWHERE that Sarah goes.  Piston and Jasper, they get to stay home without adults before becoming teenagers.  
  • Charlotte will cry when she needs something.  Which is mildly similar to Piston at least.. except he barks too.  I'd expect to hear a bit more crying from Charlotte though.  
  • Charlotte will one day smile up at her Momma.  With Piston and Jasper, they always look like they could possibly maybe just a tad bit be smiling at you, but you never really know.  
  • Just like with smiling, one day Charlotte will start talking.  Unfortunately I don't think that will ever happen with Piston and Jasper.  
  • Charlotte gets to wear clothes everyday.  Cute ones too!  Piston and Jasper, not so much.  I don't know who would be more upset with me if I dressed Piston... Piston or my husband.  
  • Charlotte will have to have her diaper changed and her tummy full.  Which is exactly like dogs, except I have to hike down 3 flights of stairs to "change" Piston's "diaper" and I can just set a bowl of food and a bowl of water out and not have to prepare anything.
  • Charlotte may sometimes sleep in the same bed as Sarah.  But unlike Piston, she will not take up the whole bed.
Through everything though, Charlotte will make Sarah feel loved each and everyday, just like Piston does for me and countless other "kids" (real or furry) do for countless other Moms.  I can't wait to see and hear the amazing stories of Charlotte growing up... and once again, welcome to the world sweet one!

3.28.2012

Change of Plans: B + C & Baby


While I'm in the hospital and home recovering/taking care of Miss Charlotte, I have a few people scheduled to blog for me. I hope you enjoy them while I'm away! Don't worry, I'll be back soon with stories and tons of photos of our little one! =)

Hi everyone! It’s Chantal from B + C & Baby  here guest blogging while Sarah is off with her new little baby!


I’ve been in the exact same spot as her and not too long ago. My baby, Penny, was born on December 16, 2011. She came on a Friday at 1:05am. 6 pounds, 12 oz and 18 inches long, a perfect little baby with a head full of hair.


My birth went completely different than what I expected. My husband and I planned for a natural birth. We did the Bradley classes, researched researched researched, and decided that we wanted as little intervention as possible. We wanted to labor at home, go to the hospital at the latest point possible, no epidural, sit in the tub, have a baby, skin to skin contact, delayed cord clamping… you know, the whole natural deal.

People warned me that things could change. I brushed them off and was stunned when plans began shifting suddenly.

At my 39-week appointment I had the midwife check me. I wanted to see if I was dilating, since I had another week. Well, we found out instead that our little baby had turned around – she was breech! It was what we had been dreading. Babies in my family like to be breech and up to 38 weeks, we thought we had avoided it. Then sometime between 38 and 39 weeks, she switched around!


For the next week we did everything possible to try to spin her around. I did handstands in the pool, I hung upside, I played music on the bottom with a cold pack on top. We hoped, we prayed, and we decided that we weren’t going to schedule a c-section so we could give her up to the last possible moment to turn around.

I went into labor on December 15, a day after my due date, and went into the hospital around dinnertime. She was still breech, they confirmed it several times, and my natural childbirth turned into a semi-scheduled c-section early that morning.

But hey, while I was disappointed going up to the birth, once our baby was in our arms, it all just melted away. She is here and she is ours.


I know Sarah is being treated well – she’s giving birth in the same hospital I did just three months ago! I hope everything went just how they envisioned it, and I’m sure you all are thinking the same as me: you can’t wait to see this little baby of hers!

3.15.2011

Extra Dose

Today, you can get a double dose of yours truly!!! 

I'm guest posting for Chantal at A Blog A Day While You're Away today! Her hubby is home on R&R, and she asked for some of us to keep her blog company while she's off relaxing. =) I hope she's having a great time with her hubby, enjoying every single minute.

So, head on over to her blog and check out my post about R&R.

Happy Tuesday!

2.14.2011

Valentines Through The Ages

A few weeks ago, Wife on the Roller Coaster proposed an idea: a blog swap. A bunch of milspouses got together, were paired up and today we are invading each other's blogs! If you would like to check out the swapping and invasions, just click the handy-dandy, adorable button that Mrs. Muffins made for us! And speaking of Mrs. Muffins, guess who's taking over my blog today!? I'm super excited to have her as a guest on my blog. Enjoy her post and share the love!




 


Six year old girl: “I really hope my crush puts a card in my Valentine’s mailbox!!!”


Six year old boy: “I hope some of these cards have candy.”
Sixteen year old girl: “My boyfriend BETTER get me the biggest bouquet and teddy bear or I’m going to be so embarrassed in front of all my friends.”
Sixteen year old boy: “I hope my girlfriend likes this bear my mom picked out.”
Twenty-six year old woman: “I hope my husband gets the hint and buys me those earrings I’ve been wanting!”
Twenty-six year old man: “If I buy lingerie for my wife, is it my gift or hers?”


Fifty-six year old woman: “I really hope my husband doesn’t buy me lingerie again this year.”
Fifty-six year old man: “I hope my wife picks up some candy at the grocery store.”
Eighty-six year old woman: “I love you, husband.”
Eighty-six year old man: “I love you too, wife.”

xx



P.S. You can check out my post for the swap over at Julie the Army Wife. Happy Valentine's Day!

12.15.2010

Where Does Christmas Come From?

Hello again! Today is the last day of guest bloggers. I think that there is no better way to end this series of posts than the one that the lovely JG, from Me and My SoldierMan, has prepared for us today. JG is a woman after my own heart - a fellow Oklahoman, Sooner fan, lover of God and red-head (well, hers isn't real, but I'll let her have the title anyway, lol!). We have decided that someone had to have separated us at birth, and I can't wait until we can meet up! Please read this fantastic post on the real origin of Christmas and then head over and check out her blog.



Where Does Christmas Come From?

Most of my work experience was in offices populated predominantly or entirely by women. While this has its advantages, there was always an active rumor mill churning. And you knew which were the rumors and which were the true stories because the rumors were never told exactly the same way twice.

The same goes with what most people "know" when it comes to the origins of Christmas, or the celebration of the Messiah's birthday. Ask three people, and you'll get three different stories, usually about the "pagan origins" of Christmas.

Most people would say that Christmas came from one of three sources: Roman Emperor Aurelian's holiday of the Birth of the Unconquered Son; Julius Caesar's Saturnalia festival (which actually was not a religious holiday, it was really similar in significance to our Memorial Day or Labor Day, which we use to "celebrate" the beginning and ending of summer); or Emperor Constantine's attempt to create a purely "Christian" holiday to counter these existing pagan holidays.

But did you know that there is evidence that the practice of commemorating Jesus's birth predates all of these?

It was a common belief among ancient Jews that a prophet of God died on the same day of the year that they were conceived. I know, that sounds silly to us now. (Consider the people who make news by dying on their birthday - that's a LONG pregnancy!) But it was widely believed, even among early Christians who had no medical reason to believe otherwise. And as Jesus was not only a prophet of God, but God incarnate, the Messiah - it is understandable why they would apply this same belief to Him.

Early Christians took John's account of Jesus's crucifixion as being on the eve of Passover, which we today call Good Friday. However, as Christianity spread throughout the world, different culture's calendars were in conflict over the exact dates. It would take too long to go into here, but the most common dates that came forth for Jesus's death/conception were March 25th, and April 6th.

No one is really sure why the March 25th date won, but it did, and if you are a member of an orthodox liturgical church, you celebrate that time as the Annunciation, or the commemoration of the Angel Gabriel informing Mary she would be the mother of the Messiah. (The Good Friday/Easter celebration was moved to the April date.) We understand Scripture to mean that at that very moment the Holy Spirit fell on Mary and caused her to conceive. So, that would make Jesus's date of conception March 25th. What is nine months after March 25th?

And those pagan festivals? The Birth of the Unconquered Son came about in the late 3rd century to commemorate the winter solstice, the same way Julius Caesar did with Saturnalia in the 1st century BC. As far as Constantine is concerned, it's far more likely that he wanted to codify a uniquely Christian holiday that already was practiced, than that he randomly decided to create a holiday that had no historical significance among already believing Christians, who would likely have been skeptical of such a government institution anyway.

So where did the idea that Christmas came from pagan origins become widely believed? Actually, it was much later, during the Reformation era. Paul Ernst Jablonski, a Protestant, wished to show that the celebration of the Messiah's birth on December 25th was one of the many “paganizations” of Christianity that the Catholic Church promoted. Dom Jean Hardouin, a Benedictine monk, tried to show that the Catholic Church adopted pagan festivals for Christian purposes without paganizing the gospel. Funny, isn't it? Just like today, the idea that Christmas was pagan in origin was spread by those wanting to divide, not unify, believers.

Now, when most people point to a lack of historical evidence of early Church fathers "celebrating" Christmas, that's most likely because early Christians didn't celebrate Jesus's birth in any way resembling the way we do, which has changed over the years. Can you imagine what they would think of our modern celebrations of the Messiah's arrival? And there are definitely aspects of our modern "Christmas" festivities that have nothing to do with Jesus. *cough*Black Friday*cough*

But, it is what it is, and rather than letting these "secular" or "commercial" aspects mislead us into shunning the Christmas season, it should provoke us into an even more devoted effort to use this time to really celebrate and worship Jesus, the Messiah! After all, the date isn't what's really important; what's important is the real Reason for the Season:

Emmanuel! God is with us!!

"She will give birth to a son, and you are to name Him Jesus, because He will save His people from their sins."
 ~ Matthew 1:21

12.14.2010

Ghosts of Christmases Past

Hello again you wonderful readers! =) I'm back today with another one of my favoritest bloggers! She's a special kind of awesome because her first name is my middle name!! Well, that makes her awesome in my book, anyway, and that's all that really matters. =P Today, I have the pleasure of hosting Mrs. S from The Adventures of Mr. Superman and Mrs. S! If you don't follow (and love) her already, let your fingers do the walkin' and head over to her blog as soon as you finish this post and leave a comment!




               



Ghosts of Christmases Past





Hey there Lovelies! I am so excited to be here guest blogging for G.I. Joe’s Wife! Um... the number one reason being because it means she is getting tons of lovey dovey cuddle time with Joe for R&R!!! The other being because I just love being hosted at other people’s blogs. Its the best right? Feel free to check me out at my blog!





Rewind to Christmas 2005. I know, you may need to sweep the cobwebs from your brain but I believe in you. For me, I was in high school. Blech. That Christmas was spent doing the same thing I always did. It always started on Christmas Eve for us. My whole life, we all got to open one present and it was ALWAYS new pj’s. Score! We always did the Nativity and read Luke 2 as well. The morning started bright and early and we all took turns going from oldest to youngest opening gifts. Then it was my parents turn and they took turns followed by us kids divvying up the “family” gifts. Afterwards we spent the next couple hours cleaning up and putting out all of our gifts on our beds for when people stopped by later. All of those shenanigans were followed by loading up and heading out for the annual Christmas Brunch. You know how I’ve mentioned that my mom’s family is BIG and LOUD? Yeah there are those two little understatements again. Thanksgiving is all about the volleyball game but Christmas is all about the omelets, muffins, basketball, and lots of talking and laughter.





Moving on to 2006. Life was different. Mr. Superman and I were together and I was so freaking excited for my first Christmas together with a man that I just knew was different too. About two weeks before the big holiday, he notified me that he would not be there. Yeah. A two week-long snow-boarding trip was on his agenda instead. He was sorry but not sorry enough to not go. I was more sad than mad but the gift he sent me that year was so worth it all. He topped it all off by fibbing to me and coming home early. What a keeper :)





2007 found us as a newlywed married couple. Booyah! Christmas was a blast and totally different just because of the feeling of finally being out on our own and starting our own traditions. I also had the beginnings of pneumonia. Sweet!





2008 was spent up in Utard uh I mean Utah with Mr. Superman’s family. It was really hard for me to not be with my family or even in our own space being able to continue with our own traditions, but we had a good time. Lots of food and snow! The snow was the bees knees.





2009... I guess all I can say is whoa. We were getting the hang of the married holiday thing, but it was our very first year of being in the military. We also had been in Georgia for a month and we felt a little lost being that far from everyone and everything familiar. We had a great time though. I made a Cafe Rio copycat feast for Christmas Eve dinner and we got to open one gift each. Whatdoyaknow? It was pj’s!!! We stayed up past midnight and then got to sleep in! Oh the perks of no longer living with younger siblings We opened our gifts and then had cinnamon rolls for breakfast. We got spent the day together and got to have phone calls with the fam damilies and Christmas dinner was complete with a honey baked ham, mashed potatoes, and all the other trimmings. We were a little lonely but so stoked about beginning our brand new adventure!





Here we are, now in 2010 and life couldn’t be further from our expectations or plans. That’s the military though right? Here we are, another holiday upon us, and we are nowhere near each other. Once again, we are determined to make the best of it all. I organized a drive to get fifty or so stockings to his unit and I sent a Christmas tree. I just tried my hardest to send bits of Christmas to The Sandbox. As for me, I will be spending it with my family back in Arizona, soaking up those traditions and making memories similar to my childhood. One thing that I have learned as my Christmases have transformed and changed throughout the years is that no matter where I am, who I’m with, or what I’m doing, the reason behind it all is to celebrate my Savior. He makes all things possible and the best way I can honor Him is to show my love for everyone dear to me and continue to give thanks for life, love, and happiness. 





Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas to all you Lovelies!

12.13.2010

Homeless Christmas

Aloha! I'm back again today with another fabulous blogger! Apparently, I have a lot of favorite bloggers. =) That's not a bad thing, though! Especially when they all agree to fill in for me in my absence. As much as I love blogging, I'm happy that I don't have to worry about my blog while I'm MIA. Today, I have the pleasure of hosting Wife on the Roller Coaster. I can't tell you how much I love her blog! So, once you read her fabulous post (that every milspouse can relate to) go visit her wonderfully fabulous blog. 



My husband and I never seem to celebrate Christmas the same way twice.  We’ve celebrated with my family and with his; with kids and without; with fake trees and real trees; CONUS and OCONUS; together and apart.  Along the way, we’ve celebrated the holidays in 8 different houses, and every year we find ways to make Christmas unique and memorable.  But it’s the year we were homeless that stands out in my memory as the worst Christmas I’ve ever had.

Flash back to Christmas Eve 2002.  The movers had just packed up all of our worldly possessions for our first PCS move, and we were living temporarily in a hotel at our first duty station.  We were too tired to think about how we were going to celebrate Christmas.  But the next morning, the reality of our situation trampled me like Rudolph on a rampage.

“Merry Christmas,” my husband whispered as we woke up Christmas morning. 

I burst into tears.

I looked around the dismal hotel room that had no Christmas tree, no decorations, no presents, no signs of holiday life.  We didn’t have a home.  We had few belongings.  We had no family or friends nearby.  We didn’t even have our dog because my parents were keeping him until we got settled.  All we had was a new life of uncertainties.

Mr. Roller Coaster, ever the optimist, hopped in the car to go exploring, but I clung to my pessimism and spent the day hiding under the covers feeling sorry for myself.   I was still sulking and wishing the day would end when he returned and forced me to get dressed for dinner. 

We drove for miles, searching for an open restaurant, for food that came from an establishment that didn’t offer a dollar menu.  Finally we stumbled upon a bar on the beach, a local hangout that looked like nothing more than a broken down shack.

I was accustomed to huge Christmas feasts accompanied by homemade appetizers and decadent desserts.  But as I stared through teary eyes at the menu, I realized I would be getting none of that.  My Christmas dinner consisted of nachos and Bud Light.

Mr. Roller Coaster did his best to make me smile.  He attempted to help me see the humor in the worst Christmas ever, but I was too busy feeling sorry for myself.  Instead of gazing at Christmas lights, I stared at television screens.  Instead of listening to Christmas carols, I listened to drunk people getting drunker.

 I was still drowning my sorrows in nachos and beer when he returned from a bathroom break and grabbed my hand.

“Come on, I want to show you something.”  I followed him, wondering what he could possibly want to show me in this redneck bar that would make me smile.

“Look over there.”  He pointed to a wooden beam covered with names and dates hand-written in permanent marker.  And that’s when I saw it: “Roller Coaster Christmas 2002.”  (Of course it said our last name, not Roller Coaster, but work with me here.)  I finally broke a smile.  And finally, I saw the humor in our homeless Christmas. 

We later learned we had spent Christmas in one of the most popular bars in town.  During the next 2 years, we frequently returned for date nights and family visits.  Each time we went, we found our wooden beam with our names forever etched in permanent marker and laughed about that terrible Christmas that introduced us to the roller coaster of military life.  And when this infamous bar was demolished by a hurricane shortly before we PCS’ed again, I was devastated to think that our beam no longer existed, that the one thing that made me smile on that sad Christmas day was sitting somewhere in a pile of unsalvageable debris.

My husband and I didn’t have a Christmas tree.  We didn’t have any presents to open.  We didn’t have a feast.  We didn’t have family or friends.  But we had a wooden beam, we had a big hearty laugh, and we had each other.  And when we headed back to our hotel room that night, I realized that this was the first lesson (of many!) that the military would teach me.  It doesn’t matter what the crazy circumstances are.  Sometimes all that matters is that we make the best of every situation and that we find a way to laugh through the tears.  

Thanks so much, Wife on the Roller Coaster!! Tune in tomorrow for another lovely guest!

12.10.2010

Lonely, Jingly Wedding Bells

It's another day of guest bloggers!! I am so thankful that these wonderful ladies [and bloggers] have offered to fill in for me while I'm spending some much-needed alone time with my hubby. =) Today I have the pleasure of hosting Mrs. GI Joe from ACUs, Stiletto Shoes and Pretty Pink Tutus. She's probably one of the best people ever and she has a seriously adorable little girlie. So, read her super sweet blog post for today and then go check out her blog!




Falling in love with a service member can do some incredibly strange things to a girl. Before the year 2005 if someone had told me I’d have my dream wedding on a Christmas Eve I would have thought it was the most romantic idea under the sun. But that’s the thing with military…sometimes what should be your best Christmas ever ends up on the worst list.


I’m not saying that Christmas was awful but there was something constantly hovering over our heads. We knew we had only one week as newlyweds before he left for a year of combat. If you’ve been through a deployment you can probably remember what that final week is like. In the end we were both just grateful for the chance to make our commitment official before he left. The following year I spent Christmas—and our first anniversary—without him. That’s definitely one for the worst list.


A funny thing happened last year for Christmas. We weren’t expecting G.I. Joe to be home but God did awesome things and allowed us to be together without a deployment there to overshadow everything. So how did we spend that miraculous holiday together? Arguing. Not like crazy yelling and screaming arguing, but bickering and snapping at each other for no apparent reason. December had been an extremely stressful month and I guess by the time Christmas Eve rolled around we were both exhausted. The sun set that night and we realized we wasted our entire fourth anniversary being childish. G.I. Joe sat with his hands on his head and was quite broken up over this.


“I’m so sorry I ruined our anniversary and made this the worst Christmas Eve ever.” He said.


“You think you ruined this day for me? This is the worst Christmas in your eyes? No. No, no, no. The WORST Christmas is the one where you aren’t here to argue with me. This will always be one of the best.”


After exchanging anniversary cards we went to sleep that night with the movie Elf flickering in the background. That Christmas morning I got to wake up next to the love of my life. Sometimes it’s the little things, like just having him in the same room when we are both in a bad mood, that can land one Christmas a spot on the “best ever” list. 

Thanks again, Mrs. GI Joe! Back tomorrow with another of my favorite bloggers!

12.09.2010

Christmas Photos Gone Wrong

Hello, all! My hubby is officially home on R&R!! =D I am so, so happy to have him here with me for this short time. So, I will be blogging very little while he's here. I am going to enjoy these 2 weeks with him as much as possible. I have good news for you, though! I have some wonderful, amazing bloggers lined up to post for me while I'm gone! Today, I have the pleasure of hosting Just Another Milspouse!







First off, I'd like to thank GI Joe's Wife for having me as a Guest Blogger today. I am Just Another Milspouse and this is my first time as a guest. I am just SUPER excited that she chose me for today. Thank you, Sarah, YOU ROCK! So here is a story about our worst Christmas card photo ever!

Every year I see those beautiful Christmas cards with the smiling kids all facing the camera. I have wanted to send out cards like that every year, but I don't live in a fantasy land. I didn't have delusions of MY toddlers/infants being able to smile quietly for portraits. So, I planned to wait until they were older. Last year was that year. I was determined. I had a vision in my head of what I wanted; and I marched in there with my three boys following obediently with threats of "no dessert for a week if you act up".

It's funny how The Giggles work. Once you start, it's oh so hard to stop. I understand this. I still get The Giggles when I'm over tired or when I'm hanging out with my brothers. Despite understanding this, I still get frustrated when The Giggles start at inopportune times such as a portrait session.

This is one of the first shots we got. The photographer laughed so hard while I cringed with the fear of how the rest of the session was going to go. At least she had a sense of humor though.
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After a few more shots with bunny ears, tongues sticking out, blinking eyes and someone's foot; the photographer decided to go a different route. She told the kids to play with their toys as if they were playing on Christmas morning. This came out ok, but not really what I was looking for.
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I finally got my picture. After over an hour in that studio. C (the tall one) had just kicked B (the small one in green) in the back so his smile is more of a painful forced smile but hey, it works right?
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So, I'm sitting at the computer picking out the Christmas cards to send out this year when the photographer comes over and tells me that she absolutely LOVES the first picture. "It captures their personalities" she said.

Long story short; I wound up putting THAT picture on my Christmas cards. Can you believe it? I must be nuts. At least my family had a good laugh out of it. The grandparents, not so much. I promised myself I would get it right for 2010, but for 2009 our Christmas cards were something most parents would CRINGE at.

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!
May all your Christmas portraits come out perfect!
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Thanks, again Just Another Milspouse! Back tomorrow with another great guest blogger!

12.08.2010

The Best Present Ever

Hello, all! My hubby is officially home on R&R!! =D I am so, so happy to have him here with me for this short time. So, I will be blogging very little while he's here. I am going to enjoy these 2 weeks with him as much as possible. I have good news for you, though! I have some wonderful, amazing bloggers lined up to post for me while I'm gone! 

Today, I have the pleasure of hosting Mrs. Muffins!! I love, love, love her!! If I remember correctly, she was one of the first milspouse bloggers that I followed when I started blogging. Hehe. =) I was super excited when she agreed to blog for me...and even more excited to read her post. Here it is! 


When your boyfriend is in the military, having him come home on leave for the holidays is the best gift you could ever ask for. That is of course, unless you count having him propose to you while he’s home too! That’s exactly what happened to me five years ago.

Matt had been stationed in Okinawa, Japan for two years already and before he reported to his next duty station, he came home for ten days. I picked him up from the airport and for pretty much every minute he was home, we were inseparable.  On Christmas Eve, for a reason I can’t remember, I decided to get a manicure so Matt took me to the mall and dropped me off.
When he came to pick me up, he came in and as we were walking out Matt walked over to my door like he was going to open it for me. He stopped, pulled out a ring box and said, “Just say yes.” Of course I said yes and that was it, we were engaged!

Four days later, it was coming to the end of Matt’s leave. We woke up and Matt looked at me and asked, “Do you want to get married today?”. I didn’t think twice, I said yes and before we knew it we were at the courthouse filing for a marriage license. We arranged an appointment with the Justice of the Peace at his office and at four o’clock that day we were to be married.
I called in to work and asked my boss if I could come in late because I was getting married. She of course, said yes and we told both our families, and a few friends that we were getting married that afternoon. My mom was our only witness; she took pictures of us in the tiny office of us exchanging our vows… “From this day forward until death do us part”.

This year we will celebrate our five year wedding anniversary and not a Christmas has gone by without those words being re-played in my head, “Just say yes.” In fact, I can’t wait for the day we can renew our vows because I’d say yes again and again, until death do us part.



I love this little story! =D Thanks again, Mrs. Muffins!

Stay tuned for another wonderful guest tomorrow!

12.07.2010

Christmas in Hawaii

Hello, all! My hubby is officially home on R&R!! =D I am so, so happy to have him here with me for this short time. So, I will be blogging very little while he's here. I am going to enjoy these 2 weeks with him as much as possible. I have good news for you, though! I have some wonderful, amazing bloggers lined up to post for me while I'm gone! Today, I have the pleasure of hosting Chantal from A Blog A Day While You're Away! Chantal and her husband are also stationed in Hawaii and we've become good friends since we met a few months ago. I was a guest blogger for her a while back and now she's helping me out! 





Christmas in Hawaii sounds like a dream. Beaches, sunshine, palm trees, warm weather. How can you complain, right?

I will tell you, Christmas in Hawaii sneaks up on you. It’s surreal!

Last year was my first Christmas in Hawaii, and my first away from family. Since we had just moved a few months before, my husband and I decided to make it our own! I had grand dreams of a new decorated tree, a big feast with plenty of friends surrounding us, and of course, tons of presents.

Well, Brandon said our tree was just fine, so we never ended up buying another. You tell me if this scrawny thing is fine:



Right, I know.  And then we invited all the single soldiers from Brandon’s platoon over, and even some said they would try to make it, but no one came. We were eating my fantastic Christmas dinner for three weeks after Christmas!

Ok, we had plenty of gifts, I can’t complain about that.

Oh, the sneaking up part! Remember the beaches, the warm weather, palm trees, all that junk? Yeah, those are all great, except when the weather fails to change. Suddenly, it was Thanksgiving, and we were still in shorts. And then December rolled around and… we were still in shorts, oblivious to the approaching holiday. At the beginning of December I knew I had to get to work on getting gifts out to everyone, but the beautiful weather distracted me! Luckily, everyone got their gifts (at a nominal shipping price, of course). This year, it’s the same phenomenon. I can’t believe it’s almost December!

You know, I can’t complain that much. Our first Christmas away was great and really, we’re in Hawaii, enough said. The 2009 Christmas will definitely stay in our memories!

By the way, this year, I’m going back to Colorado for Christmas. Snow, here I come!

I couldn't agree more that this weather is making the holidays sneak up on me! It's like the warm weather makes me NOT want to shop for presents! It's a really strange phenomenon. 

Thanks again, Chantal! Back tomorrow with another great guest blogger!

12.06.2010

A Memorable Christmas

Hello, all! My hubby is officially home on R&R!! =D I am so, so happy to have him here with me for this short time. So, I will be blogging very little while he's here. I am going to enjoy these 2 weeks with him as much as possible. I have good news for you, though! I have some wonderful, amazing bloggers lined up to post for me while I'm gone! Today, I have the pleasure of hosting Erika from chambanachick! 





First off, a thank you to G.I. Joe’s wife for letting me scribble on her blog today!

I was thinking back to a Christmas two years ago, and I got a little misty-eyed. It wasn’t a typical Christmas for our family, but it was one of the most special.

My brother Andy was in Afghanistan, and he was due to come home on R and R around the holiday. I insisted my dad go out with me and pick out a good Christmas tree, a tradition that had been passed up the past couple of years before. I wanted to be sure Andy got the full experience. We decorated the tree with all the old family ornaments and lots of tinsel. I dug out our family stockings just to annoy him- he always complained about the silly, cheesy gifts and candy I’d put in them, and that year would be no different. Life crawled by slowly while we waited for his leave.

But just a handful of days before Andy was scheduled to return, his daughter was born. We emailed him labor updates every couple of hours, and took a million pictures to send to him once she arrived. I sat in the hospital room marveling at her sweet face, and thinking how strange it was that I held her before he could. I knew he was all the more impatient to be home.

His roommate, a guy named Sky, had been chatting with me on online sometimes. I remember being so excited when he told me to take care of his roomie- Andy was finally on a plane! There was a huge snowstorm the day he got into the US, but he got home right on schedule anyway. My dad and I stood in the quiet terminal waiting for the last plane to land. His girlfriend and her family sat nearby. I was holding his week-old daughter. We were all staring out the windows, straining for the first sound or sight of a plane.

Suddenly, people were disembarking. He was the last off the plane. I saw him round the corner in his ACUs and my heart jumped. He walked up and shook my dad’s hand, hugged his girlfriend, and then, he met his baby girl. He looked fascinated with her, and completely in love. Cue the tears!

We spent the rest of his leave baking cookies and tying sleds behind the car for a bumpy ride. He rolled his eyes over the stocking I gave him, and made fun of everything in it like I had hoped he would. It meant so much to know that, at least for those two weeks at Christmas, he was safe and sound at home. I felt a little sorry for Sky and all the other soldiers who were still overseas without their families. It was the hardest thing to say goodbye to him again- maybe harder than when he first left- but they were some of the greatest days our family had.

Six months later, he came home for good, and life returned back to normal. His daughter instantly loved him, and it was like he was never gone. Oh, and Sky, that roommate of his? Less than a year later, that boy became my husband. 

There isn’t much more memorable than that.

Thanks, again Erika! Back tomorrow with another great guest blogger!

12.02.2010

Finding Out About Santa

Hello, all! My hubby is officially home on R&R!! =D I am so, so happy to have him here with me for this short time. So, I will be blogging very little while he's here. I am going to enjoy these 2 weeks with him as much as possible. I have good news for you, though! I have some wonderful, amazing bloggers lined up to post for me while I'm gone! Today, I have the pleasure of hosting Goodnight Moon! I absolutely love her and her blog. I was thrilled when she agreed to blog for me! Without further ado, here she is!








Growing up as a kid I loved Christmas.

What kid didn’t?

I mean seriously?

Everything about it is peaceful, pure and beautiful.

Of course I always knew what the true meaning of Christmas is, but I also knew everything there was to know about Santa Claus.

My Christmas Eve ritual before I would head to bed for the night, was writing Santa a letter asking him for the most important thing to me that year and leaving him milk, cookies and some carrots for his reindeer.

Let me take you back into time…..I was in the 4th grade, so that would’ve made me 9yrs old. I was living at my grandpa’s house in Ohio with my siblings and mom, while my dad was already stationed in Quantico, VA. Thankfully my dad was able to come be with us that Christmas. I hand wrote my letter to Santa, just like I had years past. I clearly remember thanking Santa that my dad got to be back with us for Christmas, but I also CLEARLY remember asking him for a miniature doll toy that I had been wanting.

As the sun came up…so did me and all us kids. We ran out to look at all the beautifully wrapped presents and to see who had the biggest gift under the tree and what our stockings were filled with. And then my focus turned to the plate with cookie crumbs, the empty glass of milk and a letter addressed to ME! As I began to read the letter, I noticed that Santa’s writing looked a lot like my dad’s handwriting.  I was totally confused?!? Then as I looked under the tree at all the wrapped presents, I noticed that all the wrapping paper was the same wrapping paper we used to wrap presents for everyone in our family. Why would Santa use our wrapping paper when all the elves were suppose to wrap our presents in the North Pole. But the icing on the cake was when my younger sister got the miniature doll toy that I wanted AND asked for, for Christmas. That’s when all the pieces of the puzzle started to fit.

That was a really sad Christmas for me. I figured out that there wasn’t  a REAL Santa Claus. I remember defending Santa’s honor to all my classmates who didn’t believe in Santa anymore, but there I was, just one of the last kids in the 4th grade to realize that Santa really wasn’t real. Of course my parents did a good job trying to cover up why Santa’s handwriting looked like my dads, and why all the presents were wrapped in our Christmas paper. But I knew the real truth.

Now that I’m an adult and have 4 kids of my own….I do my VERY best to keep my kids believing that Santa is real. I’d love it if they were all in their 20’s before they found out I was really Santa.

I make sure that I don’t make the same mistakes my parents did when I was a kid. When the kids write a letter to Santa, we mail it to the North Pole….when really I mail it to my best friend and she in returns answers their letter in HER handwriting and mails the letter herself but addresses the envelope from the North Pole. As for the gifts, I’ve got that covered too. I get special wrapping paper for each one of my kids. They each have their own paper so I don’t have to handwrite their names on it and them figure things out. And I always make sure that I get each of them at least one thing that they really wanted for Christmas.

How old were you when you found out about Santa?

Thanks again, Goodnight Moon

I'll be back with another fabulous blogger tomorrow!