Easy Like A Sunday Morning

As Forrest Gump's mother said,

 "We've been having all sorts of visitors."

 First it was my parents and grandparents who actually made the trip to come see the house for the first time,

 and then this weekend it was some GREAT friends of ours

 that we know from OTS and LOVE LOVE LOVE!!

 I had so much fun

 making dinner,

 going to a cookout with all of our friends,

 making orange lemonade from scratch,

 going to the beach,

 and showing them around town,

 or just watching silly things like Kindergarten Cop at home.

 Oh, and showing her some bloggy tricks :)

 She just started a blog and needs some friends,

 so you should go follow her!

 The Adventures Of A Bee & A Dragonfly

 But anyway,

 I love Sundays.

 We wake up and usually go to church,

 or watch our old church from Auburn on the computer live,

 get lunch,

 take a nap,

 and then decide how much we are actually going to get done lol.

 Usually it's not much.

 But everyone needs one day of the week to do nothing

 and waste away the whole afternoon on a nap.

 Recharge, so to speak.

 I woke up from our nap first today,

 shook him,

 and told him it was time to wake up.

 To which he responded:

 "But I don't get why it didn't turn orange,"

 as he looks me straight in the eye.

 "Honey... WHAT didn't turn orange?"

 "The altitude enunciator... when you get over a certain altitude it's supposed to turn this orange color. It's not. And I don't know why.... Wait, where am I?"

 Wow. You know you've had a long week when you're talking about cabin pressurization when you wake up from a nap. 

 Poor baby.

 So now we are settling in to watch our favorite baseball team,

 the Red Sox,

 hopefully beat the Yankees tonight.

 And unwind from a great weekend.

 What day of the week do you take for yourselves?

 Do you separate out a weeknight to break up the week,

 or take a day in the weekend like we do?

And does anyone else's husband talk about his job in his sleep?

 Or is it just mine? lol

A Special Mission

So today I have a special mission. Today, I want to introduce you to some amazing friends of ours. Their names are Brinn and Blandon, and they are beginning the long and difficult process of adoption. Blandon went through Officer Training School with BE, and I will not hesitate to say that they are one of the best, most loving, kindest couples I have ever met in my life. They have a son (who is ADORABLE) but are unable to have any more children themselves, and so have turned to the blogger world to try to find a birth mother who is considering adoption and wants to find a beautiful family to love her child. I am putting my entire heart behind trying to help them as best I can, so please please please spread the word about the "Prowse House". They are running a blog HERE that you can visit and cry over their amazing story like I did! We love you, Brinn and Blandon, and know you will be blessed with another child to pour your love into - you deserve this dream and we are thinking about and praying for you constantly!!!

Everything's Gonna Be All Right...

So, okay. Yesterday was quite possibly one of the worst (and most hilarious) days ever. My car, which I always brag runs like a champ, decided to quit on me two nights ago around midnight when I was getting home from a friend's house watching a movie. I barely made it to my driveway and all of a sudden the power steering goes out, the car shudders, and the engine dies. I knew it wasn't the battery though because the lights and radio were still on. I turn the key and it cranks just fine, so I'm confused. But the minute I can get it up into the driveway, it happens again. So here I am, midnight, on my first night with BE in training, with a dead car, and NO idea what to do next. Then I go into my house and stand in my bedroom, only to hear something start running on top of my roof, back and forth and back and forth. Obviously, I freak out. It's way bigger sounding than a squirrel. I pull the gun and do a shaky circuit of the whole house (yeah, I checked every closet and under the beds - you know you would have too). So then I call Tracee over to help me canvas the outside of the house because I'm going insane, and we walk all the way around my house. Finally I'm satisfied that there's no creepy man in a black trenchcoat standing on my roof, and go inside (where of course I didn't sleep...instead, I watched Mob Wives).

So fast forward to yesterday. I get up and start making phonecalls about my car - to BE's old shops where he worked to get opinions, to my dad, to dealerships. Finally I get my car towed to the Honda dealership down the road. 4 hours later they call me... and tell me there's nothing wrong with my car. Even the guy in the tow truck couldn't get it to stay on long enough to back it out of my driveway!! But they said they ran tests and everything diagnostically is fine - there's nothing for them to repair. So I asked them to keep it overnight and check it again in the morning, because it will be bad news bears if I'm driving around town two weeks from now and my car just dies.

Anyway. So while I'm stuck at home with no car, I decide to be an awesome wife and wash BE's mustang (complete with wheel shine, window cleanings, and a hand-dry, so there are no spots of course). Satisfied with my 3-hour long job, because BE is anal about his car, I proudly manage to pull it back into the garage (it's a stick and I don't drive stick), which is impressive enough in itself. So I park it, and decide to go with Tracee to Wal-mart. Since I have a keyless entry to my garage and I know the code, I decide to leave my keys at home. I go out through the garage door and put in the code to shut it, and go on my merry way to Wal-mart. Well, I come home, walk up to the garage, put in the code, and NOTHING HAPPENS. I try the code again - nothing. After a third try, I convince myself I must have the code wrong, and try a different one. Still nothing. About that time, Tracee looks down and sees that my garage door is bowed out a little bit... on the side that BE's car is on. OH. MY. GOODNESS.That's when Tracee asks me the Big Question: "Um... AM? Did you maybe forget to put on the parking brake?" You've got to be freaking kidding me.

So here I am stuck locked out of my house with a garage door that won't open because my husband's car has rolled back into it. So I don't want to force the door open because it will scratch the back of his mustang all up (unforgivable). Of course, I'm super paranoid about the house, so every window is not only locked, but has a piece of wood jammed in it. Of course, every door is locked (with double-sided deadbolts, I  might add) and the keys are never even left in the locks, so even if I broke through the window there would be no key to turn. I am officially screwed. So I call a locksmith.

The locksmith shows up and works on my front door. They are new locks, and he can't get it. We go around back. He finally gets in, and I go to the garage to see the damage and to push BE's car off the garage door. What do I see? The car, sitting right where I parked it, emergency brake on, and NOT against the garage door. So we go back around front, try the garage door again, and IT OPENS RIGHT UP. ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW??????? All I could do was burst out laughing. Same code I had tried literally four times earlier. So here I have this locksmith who is about to charge me an arm and a leg to open a house that I wasn't really locked out of.

Luckily, he broke the bottom lock in one of my doors (which really doesn't matter because those can get broken into with a credit card - I still have the deadbolt... I also didn't tell him that I have spare locks in my garage that I replaced it with right after he left), so I get him to agree that we will just call it even, and I didn't owe him anything! He did get a really good laugh at me out of the bargain though. So now I realize that I got out scotch free - the car wasn't actually damaged, I didn't have to pay for the locksmith, so in reality I would never even have to tell the hubs about any of it... but in the end, it's just too good of a story. I'm so grateful I had friends offering to help me and give me rides (and even stay with me the whole time). I was able to laugh about it and not cry or get frustrated, and that's a huge accomplishment in itself. BE even told me he was super proud of me for handling everything :)

So yeah. That was my Saga of yesterday. hope you got a good laugh!! lol. Today we went to Eglin and I found the most awesome coin holder for all of BE's challenge coins!!! It is in the shape of a pentagon and has six or seven levels on it, and it spins!! I figured it would be a great way for him to start displaying and building his collection :) Tomorrow I'm going fishing and also starting a workout routine that I'm really hoping I can stick to - my goal is to be able to jog/run a 5K. Here's hoping!!!

What A Day...

So the TDY has officially begun... so OF COURSE my car would die in the road last night after coming home from a movie with friends. Luckily I made it to my street and was able to get it to my driveway (thank God for that!!) It was so weird though - my power steering went out, the whole car shuddered, and then the engine died - but the lights and radio stayed on! So I knew it wasn't the battery... and it started back up with no problem, but then it just shakes and the lights dim on and off and if I try to make it go it dies again. Of course this would happen in a new place where we don't know anyone. I am so fortunate that BE used to work and manage shops before he joined the AF, so I ended up calling his past shops and getting advice from his friends, and they gave me cell phone numbers and everything and told me that if the dealership quotes me to call them and tell them because if they think the dealership is trying to rip me off they will call them and intervene for me. We are SO blessed to have such amazing past employers and friends!! That was a huge relief to me. So please pray today that they are able to get to my car before close today so that I can have it back soon!