Today, Mr. Navy and I made a big decision. We've decided to expand on our family. No, this doesn't involve me getting a belly and screaming in pain 9 months from now.
We are welcoming a 1 year old pit bull into our family. She's a girl, and I'm going to call her Lola. Yes, like the Eric Clapton song.
Lola will make our family proud.
I am equal parts terrified and totally excited. I'm scared because of the breed, I'm scared because I wonder if I'll be a good trainer, a good master, a good mommy... I'm excited because it will be another personality in our lives. Someone for us to love and take care of...someone to bring us even more laughter and love.
It's so funny how life changes. I'm right in the middle of a total life change... A new home, city, husband, job and now dog. My life is changing, and I'm watching as it happens. It's weird.
Stay tuned for pics of the new lady...
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Bowing down to the Wii
God Bless the Wii.
I don't know what I did with myself before Wii Sports. How did I feel my life was complete before that white wonder sat on my entertainment stand?
That small little machine can transform my living room into a bowling alley, a beautiful beach side golf course with calming winds, a sold out baseball stadium and a boxing ring. Anything is possible! With the Wii, I can bowl strikes! I can do better than Mr. Navy! With the Wii, I can hit a tennis ball--actually hit it, receive it, and hit it back. With the Wii, I can send a golf ball soaring through the trees and into the hole. With the Wii, Mr. Navy and I are no longer in the middle of nowhere and slightly nobodies--no, we're in important places and all star sports players...having fun...together.
God Bless the Wii.
Her
I wish I could change the world. For real. For the better. I wish that mean people would be taught lessons, and they'd see the light and be proven wrong. I wish that good always prevailed and evil always lost. I wish that I could protect my loved ones from every bump, every bruise, every wrong. I wish I could at least change her world...
Less than two years ago, she lost everything. She lost her husband--the man she knew since she was 16. The man who taught her about love, about life, and unfortunately, about pain. The man who was everything. Then, she lost her home. Granted it was only a place she had lived in for three years, but it was her home, a place where she made memories. Then, she lost all of her belongings. The past 40 years of collections given away to ministries and shelters, unable to afford to move them and no home to store them in. Then, she lost her job--a place where she felt important, special and loved. A place where she felt like she belonged. She lost and left it all less than two years ago...and moved out to CA. Why? Because I needed her. Because she needed me. Because we both needed...something, and couldn't have Dad.
Now, I feel as though she is my child, in a way. She has so much to learn. She was sheltered for so long under the warmth of a husband and a church...and her children. Not that life was great--it wasn't--but once you lose everything, you forget its flaws and only remember it's beauty. I don't want her to lose anything more. I don't want her to feel any more pain. I wish I could shelter her from all of the world's pain, like a mother cradles her baby inside a blanket close to her heart. I wish that I'd never hear the sound of her cries again--only laughter. Laughter at a second chance, at a life rebuilt.
At her new job, the employers treat her horribly. They have it out for her--the sweetest woman in the world--most likely because she is more knowledgeable than they are and they hate it.
Something happened to her today at this new job...something bad...she was accused of something she didn't do, and forced to sign something saying she did it or she'd lose her job. How did this evil find its way into her life? Hasn't she experienced enough for one lifetime?
I wish that mean people would be taught lessons, and they'd see the light and be proven wrong. I wish that good always prevailed and evil always lost. I wish that I could protect my loved ones from every bump, every bruise, every wrong.
But they aren't. And it doesn't. But I can't.
Less than two years ago, she lost everything. She lost her husband--the man she knew since she was 16. The man who taught her about love, about life, and unfortunately, about pain. The man who was everything. Then, she lost her home. Granted it was only a place she had lived in for three years, but it was her home, a place where she made memories. Then, she lost all of her belongings. The past 40 years of collections given away to ministries and shelters, unable to afford to move them and no home to store them in. Then, she lost her job--a place where she felt important, special and loved. A place where she felt like she belonged. She lost and left it all less than two years ago...and moved out to CA. Why? Because I needed her. Because she needed me. Because we both needed...something, and couldn't have Dad.
Now, I feel as though she is my child, in a way. She has so much to learn. She was sheltered for so long under the warmth of a husband and a church...and her children. Not that life was great--it wasn't--but once you lose everything, you forget its flaws and only remember it's beauty. I don't want her to lose anything more. I don't want her to feel any more pain. I wish I could shelter her from all of the world's pain, like a mother cradles her baby inside a blanket close to her heart. I wish that I'd never hear the sound of her cries again--only laughter. Laughter at a second chance, at a life rebuilt.
At her new job, the employers treat her horribly. They have it out for her--the sweetest woman in the world--most likely because she is more knowledgeable than they are and they hate it.
Something happened to her today at this new job...something bad...she was accused of something she didn't do, and forced to sign something saying she did it or she'd lose her job. How did this evil find its way into her life? Hasn't she experienced enough for one lifetime?
I wish that mean people would be taught lessons, and they'd see the light and be proven wrong. I wish that good always prevailed and evil always lost. I wish that I could protect my loved ones from every bump, every bruise, every wrong.
But they aren't. And it doesn't. But I can't.
A Hiatus from the Hiatus
Hello to all my six or seven faithful followers :)
It's been so long since I've written. I'm a bad blogger. Bad.
I will tell you all of the normal, cliched excuses--family emergencies, my dog ate the computer keyboard, I joined the Peace Corps....
Actually, the truth is, I've just been slacking. I would wake up in the middle of the night and think, I should blog about this thought, but then alas my sleeping pill kicks in, and I awaken in six hours or so with zero thoughts of blogs. I promise I'll be better.
So, what's new... Well, I got a second job. A second job means more money for Mr. Navy and I, which is great--I mean who doesn't like more money, right? It also means less time for blogging and my favorite...house cleaning. The house used to be spotless when I had only one job. Dishes were always done, the living room was organized and dusted, and the laundry was always done. Mr. Navy always had a clean, new towel every morning for his shower and clean socks for his toesies. I am finding it so much harder to keep up with now. Now, our living room has about 12 pairs of shoes scattering its surface, clean laundry is still piled up on the recliner, the iron and ironing board is facing the TV, and papers are scattered all over the place.
So when I'm not working two jobs or washing Mr. Navy's towels(what kind of person can't reuse a towel two days in a row????) and socks, I am trying to plan a wedding. I still don't have a date set yet. What's this, four months and counting? No, I'm not trying to set a Guinness Book of World Records for being the biggest wedding slacker. I am trying to figure out how to have the wedding of my dreams--and be able to pay for it. It's no easy task. I have been researching venues, caterers, photographers, DJs and bank loan opportunities like crazy. However, I think I am finally inching towards a venue choice. Stay tuned.
So, when I'm not working two jobs, washing towels/doing housework or planning a wedding, I'm pursuing my Bachelor's Degree in Communications full time. I have papers due every week, not to mention a 10 page paper due every five weeks, weekly quizzes and discussion board postings. Only one year left though!
So when I'm not working two jobs, washing and cleaning, planning the wedding and going to school full time, I'm researching adopting a puppy. Am I crazy???????
So that's all folks. Really, I've just been busy. Really busy. I'll try to keep up with it more though.
It's been so long since I've written. I'm a bad blogger. Bad.
I will tell you all of the normal, cliched excuses--family emergencies, my dog ate the computer keyboard, I joined the Peace Corps....
Actually, the truth is, I've just been slacking. I would wake up in the middle of the night and think, I should blog about this thought, but then alas my sleeping pill kicks in, and I awaken in six hours or so with zero thoughts of blogs. I promise I'll be better.
So, what's new... Well, I got a second job. A second job means more money for Mr. Navy and I, which is great--I mean who doesn't like more money, right? It also means less time for blogging and my favorite...house cleaning. The house used to be spotless when I had only one job. Dishes were always done, the living room was organized and dusted, and the laundry was always done. Mr. Navy always had a clean, new towel every morning for his shower and clean socks for his toesies. I am finding it so much harder to keep up with now. Now, our living room has about 12 pairs of shoes scattering its surface, clean laundry is still piled up on the recliner, the iron and ironing board is facing the TV, and papers are scattered all over the place.
So when I'm not working two jobs or washing Mr. Navy's towels(what kind of person can't reuse a towel two days in a row????) and socks, I am trying to plan a wedding. I still don't have a date set yet. What's this, four months and counting? No, I'm not trying to set a Guinness Book of World Records for being the biggest wedding slacker. I am trying to figure out how to have the wedding of my dreams--and be able to pay for it. It's no easy task. I have been researching venues, caterers, photographers, DJs and bank loan opportunities like crazy. However, I think I am finally inching towards a venue choice. Stay tuned.
So, when I'm not working two jobs, washing towels/doing housework or planning a wedding, I'm pursuing my Bachelor's Degree in Communications full time. I have papers due every week, not to mention a 10 page paper due every five weeks, weekly quizzes and discussion board postings. Only one year left though!
So when I'm not working two jobs, washing and cleaning, planning the wedding and going to school full time, I'm researching adopting a puppy. Am I crazy???????
So that's all folks. Really, I've just been busy. Really busy. I'll try to keep up with it more though.
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