Wake Up

I’m not a late sleeper, by any means. I get excited if I get to sleep in and, by “sleep in”, I mean past 6am on any day. Even growing up, I was always the first one up. Then came Basic Training and we sure as hell didn’t sleep there. No big deal.

Except.

Beanie has decided she doesnlt care to sleep in anymore. And by “sleep in”, I mean past 5am. Her wake ups keep getting earlier and earlier. Last Wednesday morning, as I am peacefully sleeping in my nice, comfy, king size bed, I heard thumping and foot steps pounding through my house.  All I kept thinking is “please be  a dream, please be a dream” and then I hear “HI CAN-DIN!” Well hell. Now she’s awake, I’m awake, and the dog is awake.  So I scoop her up and put her between E and I and try to whisper to her to go back to sleep.

Except this child only has two decibels. Loud and Even Freaking Louder.

Me: beanie, you gotta whisper, mmmkay? Daddy’s sleeping.

Beanie: SHHHHH! DADDY’S SLEEPING!!!

Well no. Not anymore. Every occupant of the graveyard 2 miles down the road know you’re awake.

Saturday Morning. Let me set the scene:

tantrum*Someone* woke up at 0430 and *someone* insists that they weren’t tired. Yet, *someone* was singing me the song of their people. This was in response to me telling her “please continue telling me how you aren’t tired and you don’t need a nap”. Thank god I got released and was able to have a coffee date.

tantrum2tantrum3Oh dear Beanie.

Let me sing you the song of *MY* people. It’s called a nap. It’s also called “Mama wins”. She managed to nap like this for 2 hours while I was at my coffee date.

I think the only thing that saves my sanity is that I know she won’t be 2 eventually. Assuming she survives until Sept 😀

NaBloPoMo – Nov 16th

25 Things About Me

I know I’ve done this before but there is one of those annoying “Like My Status And I’ll Give You A Number”. I’ve seen some people do it 4 times. 29 facts later, I know all but their shoe size…That’s just a lot of information for FB to handle. But I decided

1) I wear a size 5.5Y workboot. I have ridiculously small feet. It’s abnormal. I’ve heard all of the jokes. “Did you break into TRU and steal GI Joe’s combat boots?” and “How do you not trip more?” and my personal favorite, from my old supervisor on the ship “We can’t find you boots from this distributor so I’m going to need you to go stand in shit and hope your feet grow”. I’ll get right on that.

2) I’m a Car Rockstar. I’ve attracted a LOT of attention and have had people outright point and laugh at me as I drive by because I sing (and sometimes dance) while I’m driving down the road. Sometimes I’m Carrie Underwood, other times I’m Jessica Simpson. I’m even part of the TSO during the holiday season. It depends on my mood.

3) I ran a 5K, a 10K, and a Half Marathon in 2013. I know this seems like it’s not a big deal at all but to me, someone who was 217lbs at delivery, having packed on a substantial amount of weight during my pregnancy, this is a huge accomplishment for me. I call myself an “accidental runner” because I never intended to fall in love with this sport. I started the C25K as a resolution for Feb through April and it skyrocketed from there.

4) I’m deathly scared of water I can’t see the bottom of. I know, I know. “But Lara, you’re in the Coast Guard”. I understand the confusion. I just don’t go in water I can’t see the bottom of, whether it be a lake, river, ocean, etc. I did go into the ocean while I was in Hawaii because I could see the bottom, but even then, I didn’t go past my knees. I wanted the option to run if I needed to. This started during swim call in 2001. I jumped off the side of the ship, into the Caribbean Ocean. I got some goggles and, under me, a school of hammerheads. I made like Jesus and walked on water. No Thanks.

5) I entered the Coast Guard when I was still 17 yrs old. I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up but I knew I needed to get away from my mother and sister so I signed up. My mother had to sign the papers so I could leave since I was still, legally, a minor. I turned 18 during the last week of Basic Training.

6) I’m taking college classes and working towards a BA in Hospitality Manangement with a concentration in Event Planning. Yea. I don’t know why but I love planning parties. I don’t really like dealing with people, especially when they are at a particularly shrill time in their lives but seeing the faces of people who are impressed makes it totally worth it. I thrive on pleasing people. Even though I don’t give a shit what people think of me, I like to see people pleased.

7) I’ve driven across the Bridge Between The Americas. It’s just like any other bridge except it connects North America and South America. I did this when I was in Panama. While I was there, I crossed through the Canal. It’s annoying and a pain in the ass because it took forever. And it rained the entire time.

8) I’m obsessed with the History Channel, the Freemasons in particular. E and I will DVR and watch any and all shows relating to the Freemasons. I actually know some members of the Masons and while they tell me a lot of these shows are propoganda, I still love them and find them absolutely fascinating. I love making the connections to how their actions created our country.

9) I am one of the most loyalest and most fiercely protective people you will ever meet. I’m hard to get to know. I don’t like people in, very easily, because I’ve been hurt by “friends” but once you’re in, I’ve got your back. I still have the same 3 best friends that I’ve had since kindergarten. We’ve lost touch through some years and my first marriage almost destroyed them, but they’ve remained by my side and I know, if I were to call them tomorrow, crying, one would ask if I needed her to come up to Maine, another would tell me the guest room is clean and to come back to MD, the third would ask me if she needed a shovel or cement. They get me. No matter how long between visits, we pick right up where we left off. If you mess with my family or my friends, I will come after you and make your life hell. I hold grudges for a long, long time.

10) I have OCD. It’s not awful. Like, I don’t have to walk in and out of a door frame 13 times before I can sit down but my DVDs are alphabetized, my CDs are organized by genre and then alphabetized, I have to count my daughter’s Little People before I can go to bed (once, Snow White was missing, and I tore our living room apart to find her), the TV or radio volume must be on an increment of 5. At any given time, the TV in our house is either way too low or way too loud. When I run, I have to end at an even time. I either have to run for 30 mins or 35 mins. I can’t stop at 32 mins. I try to time my mileage to my clock because it drives me batty to have 30 mins but only 3.32 miles. My mileage needs to be an increment of 5, as well.

11) I played the trumpet in elementary and middle school. I wasn’t fantastic or anything but I only started playing because I knew me practicing it would drive my mother bananas. She got the last laugh because she would send me over to a friends house to practice with him and his mother. Touche Ma. In hindsight, I wish I had played the clarinet.

12) I was the best parent I have ever met…before I had a child. Before I had Beanie, I used to roll my eyes at the parents that complained about being tired or how hard being a Stay At Home Mom (SAHM) was or how much laundry needed to get done, etc. I was all “dude, the kid sleeps. It can’t be THAT hard”. Then I had Beanie. She was an easy baby so I still got my “chores” done but the lack of sleep – that about did me in. I still don’t think it’s that hard to get things done with a child in the house but I rarely ever admit that for fear that I’d further fuel the Mommy Wars.

13)  I despise being called “Mommy”. I have called myself “mama” ever since Beanie was born. E refers to me as “Mama” when he needs Beanie to recognize me in some way, shape, or form. Beanie, in turn, has never called me “Mommy”

14) I think the “Mommy Wars” are the dumbest f**king thing ever. I think it all started from a mother who insisted she knew everything and when someone dared to differ from her way of thinking, it became a huge deal. Now, the people who continue the war, I think, are the most insecure. The people who will BF in public simply for a reaction, the people who stop others to tell them the carseat isn’t correct (when they aren’t asked), the people who tell people formula is poison. There are people from every department and, just once, I’d like everyone to STFU and understand that no one knows what’s best for any child but they’re own. And, for the love of all that is Holy, if you don’t have a child, you don’t have a dog in this fight so please keep your opinions to yourself.

15) I have 10 tattoo “pieces”. I have “Deifuir” on the top of my shoulder (it means “Sister” in Gaelic), “Nochtann Gra Noi” with a shamrock between my shoulder blades (it means “Love Reveals Beauty” in Gaelic), 4 Japanese characters on my lower back (they are supposed to mean: Courage, Beauty, Love, True” but they probably mean Chicken Noodle Soup), “There You’ll Be” with my uncle and grandfather’s initials under it, a Honu turtle on my stomach (under my belly button) with “True to One, Enemy to None” which is a play on Ben Franklin’s speech and also stolen from Dee, a hibscus on my right foot, a teal cherryblossom with Beanie’s name on my left wrist, a support ribbon on my left side ribcage with “Unbreakable Strength” over it and my maternal grandfather’s birth date (18) in roman numerals, and three sparrows on my right side ribcage. I’m planning on getting “V, X, XII.I” on my left calf to represent the races I’ve run (5K, 10K, Half Marathon).

16) I can touch my nose with my tongue. I’m pretty sure I was drunk when I figured this out but yea. I have a freakishly long tongue.

17) Some of my greatest friends are people I’ve met on the internet. When I was planning my first wedding, I joined the message boards on WeightWatchers.com. Now, 8 years later, I’m still FB friends with a lot of them and, a lot of them I’ve never met in person.

18) I’m extremely opinionated. I, often times, make a terrible first impression because I speak my mind but one thing I pride myself on is that I won’t ever say anything behind your back that I wouldn’t or haven’t already said to your face. I once threw someone off during an argument because I corrected them when they said “well you said…”. I interrupted them and said “no, what I said was…” and that was actually worse than what they thought I had said. It ended up ending the argument because I was truthful and forthcoming. Most people think it’s that I lack a filter. It’s just that I’m opinionated and have zero tolerance for the bullshit.

19) I hate birds. I hate them with a passion. I can’t eat outdoors because I am too distracted with where they are and how close they are to me. I have them tattooed to me for a Sailor tradition but actual, real life birds, I don’t want them near me. I was running once when three turkeys came out of the bushes. I screamed and took off.

20) I am a HUGE Ravens Fan.

I grew up, born and raised in Baltimore and I remember when the Ravens came to Baltimore in Aug of 1996. I went to high school with a guy that played for the Ravens (he's now out of the NFL due to a severe knee injury). I've met several players from the Ravens.

I grew up, born and raised in Baltimore and I remember when the Ravens came to Baltimore in Aug of 1996. I went to high school with a guy that played for the Ravens (he’s now out of the NFL due to a severe knee injury). I’ve met several players from the Ravens.

21) I’ve traveled to a lot of places but still haven’t hit the places on my Bucket List. With being on the ship, I was given the opportunity to travel all over the place. I can’t say “world” because it was narrowed down to North and South Americas but I had an absolute blast. I spent my 19th Birthday in NYC (after 9/11), my 20th birthday in Manta, Ecuador, in addition to hiking through the jungles of Costa Rica, seeing the drug slums of Colombia, the lush terrain (but shitty economy) of Haiti, Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, Jamaica, to name a few. I still have the clay fish that K stole for me in Costa Rica. He stole it to make me feel better after a monkey pooped on me. I still want to make it to England, Scotland, Ireland, Greece, and Italy. Someday, I hope.

22) I’m pretty positive that I’m addicted to York Peppermint Patties. I eat a ridiculous amount of them. I’m pretty sure those are the blame for my weight gain.

23) Contrary to my friends, I did NOT know I would be marrying E when I first met him. So many of my peeps have said “I knew I was gonna marry my man when I first met him”. That wasn’t me. I thought we would just be friends and I could take advantage of him and make him take me to dinner. That backfired. But in a good way 😉

24) Reality TV is my non-food addiction. If there is a reality TV show on, chances are I probably DVR it, unless it’s Big Brother. I don’t understand that TV show. I DVR The Amazing Race, The Real Housewives of Everywhere (except DC), Survivor, those godawful MTV shows, to name a few.

25) I’ve never not lived near the water. Where ever I’ve lived, I’ve never been more than 20 miles from the water, whether it be the bay or the ocean.

NaBloPoMo – Nov 15th

Day 15: If you could quit one bad habit instantly without difficulty, which would it be?

Oh. Ma. Gawd.

The Hair Twirling.

I’m a hair twirler and I seriously need meetings to stop this shit. I will find a chunk of hair and I will run my fingers down it over and over and over and over. It’s almost like a nervous twitch. If I wear my hair down, you can guarantee that I will have one chunk of greasy hair by the end of the day. I’ve had people threaten to cut it off if I didn’t stop.

Now, my p0or daughter. She’s inherited this from me. When she gets stressed or overwhelmed or tired, she will suck on one thumb and play with her hair with the other. She will twirl it around or simply “tease” it (pick it up and drop it, thus creating a rats nest).

This is what I saw upon the small human waking this morning

This is what I saw upon the small human waking this morning

It drives me batty because, to wrastle it in the mornings, it creates WW 15 or 16, I can’t remember which one we’re on. It’s awesome if she were to leave it alone and be cute but, well, she’s two. She also has a perpetual Snooki bump.

I can't tame it unless I weigh it down

I can’t tame it unless I weigh it down

She has fairly longer hair, for a 2 yr old but it’s curly. I’m talking Shirley friggin Temple curly. She will never have to do her hair for a dance or fancy occassion if we can teach her to leave her hands out of it.

The Curls

The Curls

So far that’s my OCD and my hair issues that she’s inherited. How much worse is this going to get? That chapter is unwritten.

NaBloPoMo – Nov 3

There are things in this world that will wind me up and get me going. Fewer things that really tick me off but one thing that really grinds my gears, burns my biscuits, and chaps my ass: someone telling someone else how to parent their child.

Ultimately, the #1 reason that I will ever go to jail for assaulting someone will, in fact, be because someone told me how to parent Beanie. I’ll be the first to admit, I question my own parenting sometimes. There are times where I sit back and look at her and think “how in the holy hell have I kept this small human alive for TWO years?” Seriously. She’s already two years off and she’s thriving. We’ve had our ups and downs and times where we tried to unfriend each other in real life but we’ve managed. At the end of every night, she looks at me, gives me night time hugs, and blows kisses. She doesn’t care that I think I’m f**king it up. She doesn’t care that I’m worried about my weight or that I struggle with how to explain life to her or that I worry, constantly, what will happen when she’s older. She just knows I’m the person who gives her hugs and milk and yells occasionally. But only when she’s being an asshole, I promise.

So with that in mind, imagine my rage when I saw this article going around the inter webs.

Happy Halloween and Happy Holidays Neighbor!

You are probably wondering why your child has this note; have you ever heard the saying, ‘It takes a village to raise a child’? I am disappointed in ‘the village’ of Fargo Moorhead, West Fargo.

You [sic] child is, in my opinion, moderately obese and should not be consuming sugar and treats to the extent of some children this Halloween season.

My hope is that you will step up and parent and ration candy this Halloween and not allow your child to continue these unhealthy eating habits.

Thank You

Was this bitch for real? I mean, let’s overlook the fact that girls, these days, already have it rough enough. Between social media and the real world, I cry for what’s to come for my daughter. Now I have to worry about how I’m going to explain the asshole woman who is handing out notes because she thinks it’s her right to tell a child that she deems them overweight? And that she’s singling them out, as only a true asshole would do, and not give them candy because SHE thinks they don’t need it?

Mama Bear will come the f**k out and roar.

The Mom Wars are ugly and this makes it even uglier.

*The Breast Feeding vs Formula Feeding Battle.

*The Front Facing vs Extended Rear Facing Battle.

*The Breast Feeding in Public vs in Private Battle.

*Cry-It-Out vs Cuddle until Asleep Battle.

These are just a few of the battles that people engage in. WOMEN engage in. Against other women. It’s disgusting. As if battling one another wasn’t terrible enough, we have a new opponent.

I rarely comment on people’s parenting out loud. I mean, I’ve said my piece to the ghetto bitch who was dragging her child through the store by his arm. Or to the mother who slapped her child so hard, I heard it from a different aisle in the grocery store. But for the most part, I keep my comments contains in my head (or to E, if he’s with me). I have never, in my life, thought to ever walk up to a woman and tell her “you’re doing it wrong”. For serious. Why do people feel that this is acceptable behavior? Why do people feel it’s completely ok to just strike up a conversation with a stranger and manage to find a way to work it that you feel, as someone who knows everything about them in the 5 mins you’ve known them, it’s ok to tell them how to “correct” their parenting. It’s not anyone’s job to “educate” anyone else. Now, if someone asks for your opinion, rant on, my friend. Rant the hell on.

YOU don’t know what’s best for MY child so please, for your safety and my freedom, please refrain from speaking your piece on my parenting. The happy, little 2 yr old with the blond curls and the polite manners says, to me, that something is obviously being done correctly and that I don’t need you to step in and tell me your opinions.

*Note: to add to this: if you don’t have kids, have never birthed a child, adopted a child, had custody of a child, please, for the love of all that is Holy, do not think it’s a-ok to state an opinion about child-rearing or childbirth. Trust me. I used to know everything about children until I had one.

I mean, I'm raising a Mini Ravens Fan. Obviously I'm doing it right

I mean, I’m raising a Mini Ravens Fan. Obviously I’m doing it right

Oct has it’s ups and downs

October has been a month of ups and downs for us. Getting to visit Maryland was awesome. It was great to see our friends and (some of our) family.

Some other photo dumps of Oct:

dog headband

This poor dog. Lenny takes a beating, that’s for sure! It’s tough when your master is a 2 yr old girl who adores headbands and tutus.

We got to see an amazing Harvest Moon

Harvest Moon over the Penobscot Bay

Harvest Moon over the Penobscot Bay

E and I rarely have a say in what this little girl wears, these days. She picks what she wants and she’s quickly learning that jackets are required

Clearly dressed herself

Clearly dressed herself

Unfortunately croup hit our house 😦

croupA fever of 101.2 and she sounded like a seal that smoked 2 packs a day. Poor beebah was miserable

can't hold this girl down

can’t hold this girl down

Fortunately, she rebounded quickly and is back to her sassy self

And we’ve capped off the month with a trip to the “big” playground

Sliding Time_1

Sliding Time_2

Sliding Time_3

Oct has been a good month for the Coastie house ♥

Accidental Runner

Apparently I’m not a blogger. But the weather has broken and now it’s turning tundra-ish up here. 27* when I left this morning. That’s some bullcrap.

So we left off in June. A LOT has happened since then.

For starters, I think I’ve become a runner, by accident.

I started this journey back in Feb of this year, as a resolution. I wanted to do something for myself that didn’t cost money and that would benefit me in the long run (no pun intended). So I started with the Couch-to-5K program. I loved it. Ran my first 5K in May (Mother’s Day). After deciding I was going to run the Baltimore Half Marathon, I decided I wanted to go for the Lobster Fest 10K.

In an effort to train for the Firecracker 5K (as a training run), I got distracted. By a food truck. Rolled my ankle. That was fun.

Yea...

Yea…

Spent a couple of days like this:

I think the flip flop really compliments the combat boot, dontcha think?

I think the flip flop really compliments the combat boot, dontcha think?

But I managed to shake it off and run the Lobster Fest 10K. I sucked.

2013 Lobster Fest 10K

2013 Lobster Fest 10K

Ok so I didn’t totally suck but it was horrible. The heat and humidity was terribly, I tweaked my knee around Mile 3, I could only run for maybe a minute at a time from Miles 3 to 6. I booked it once I hit Mile 6 but by that time, I was already way in the back of the pack. I managed to finish with 6 people behind me. I set 4 goals for myself:

1) Finish – CHECK

2) Don’t finish last – CHECK

3) Finish in under 1:30 – CHECK (finished 1:19:47)

4) Don’t pee on yourself – CHECK

Overall, I felt pretty optimistic. Although the sobbing and complaining of not being able to bend my knee kind of put a damper on the mood for the rest of the day. E wasn’t too terribly pleased that I continued to run but eh, oh well.

Finally, all of the training came down to this:

The 2013 Baltimore Running Festival

The 2013 Baltimore Running Festival

I was registered and ready to go.

We left for Baltimore after E got off work. 12.5 hrs later, we finally arrived. We ended up in crazy traffic in NYC so we got off 95. In the Bronx. At midnight. Right. 3 white people and a Rottweiler. Our brightest idea yet.

I got up around 5:30 to get showered and tame my mane so we could leave by 7. We get in the car, get down there, and park in the first place we find. We see the Marathon kick off and start walking down to the starting pens. There were 5 pens for the Half. Since I had registered to finish in 3 hours, I was in Wave 5, at the back of the pack.

It took us 17 mins to actually cross the start line. 10,000+ people being corraled through one street in Baltimore, to cross the start line. It was a mad house.

Starting Line!

Starting Line!

Miles 1-5 went fantastically. I was able to keep my pace and run. Of course I get stuck next to the grown man who wants to sing Celine Dion. Sorry pal but the power of her love wasn’t what was keeping me going.

Mile 6 it got tricky. We joined courses with the full marathon runners, as well as Leg 4 of the Relay.

Mile 7-10 I ended up walking a lot. My stomach was upset, my knee was throbbing, and I was just out of it.

Mile 11-12 I took off, running for my life

I hit Mile 13 and I was on Cloud 9.

Finally finished!

Finally finished!

I met both of my goals:

1) Finish

2) Finish in under 3 hours. My official time: 3:00:24.

I finally found my family after the race

I finally found my family after the race

Right. SHE needed the nap...

Right. SHE needed the nap…

2013 Baltimore Running Festival - Half Marathon FINISHER!

2013 Baltimore Running Festival – Half Marathon FINISHER!

All in all, I’m SO glad I did it and I can’t wait for the next one!

To date: I’ve run 346 miles and I’ve lost 25 lbs 🙂

Into June

Work blocked WordPress from our server so while I can see my own blog, I can’t write my own blog. Rude, right?? WTH, Gov’t Server?!

We took Beanie to the Augusta Veteran’s Memorial Cemetery to help put flags on the graves of the Vets we’ve lost. Aside from the rain, it was a moving experience.

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There's nothing quite as awesome as teaching your own kid about respect

There’s nothing quite as awesome as teaching your own kid about respect

The weather here flat out sucks. There’s no two ways about that. It rains/is wet All.The.Time, it’s colder than it should be, and dangit, I just want a tan. The one day we managed to get Beanie outside, it only lasted 37 mins. But I’m thinking she had plenty of fun 😉

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This has to be one of my favorite pics right now. She is completely a Daddy's Girl

Anywho — nothing else major going on. Oh, except one thing.

I’M TRAINING FOR A HALF MARATHON!

That’s right, I was talking to the SIL one day and she mentioned the Baltimore Running Festival. I thought, how fun would it be to run through Baltimore City, without being chased by the cops, and check another item off my Bucket List? When I looked at the route, it seems doable so I said “I’m in”. Now I’ve acquired two running mentors, a large support network, and a whole lot of excitement.

My first 5 mi run!

My first 5 mi run!

I’m excited to keep going, the weight is coming off (slowly, but surely) and I’m really having fun with this!

IMG_4158Now we move into June…

Girls Rule

For all you people who think boys are the ultimate prize in the baby race, you’ve never gotten to have this kind of fun:

Tutu

That’s right. Girls are awesome and this little lady is the awesomest of them all ♥ As you can tell, Beanie has started flexing her independence and wanting to dress herself, which is fine except people are beginning to wonder if Ace Ventura is her father. Hey, I couldn’t care less if this is how she wants to run around, as long as she eats her veggies and still gives us hugs before she goes to bed every night ☺

Happy Friday, y’all!

Mariner Mother’s Day 5K

First off – Happy Mother’s Day to all you moms out there!! I hope your day has been spectacular and I hope you get some type of rest and relaxation 🙂

Back in January, I said I wasn’t going to make any resolutions. I swore off of them because I never stick to them. Instead, I said I was going to make monthly resolutions consisting of things I could actually accomplish. In Feb, my SIL and I decided we were going to go back to Couch To 5K and attempt to complete it. I finally did it. I must have started this program three times (probably more) and I finally finished it. It definitely wasn’t in 8 weeks, I mean, it was all I could do to work FT, be a mom FT, be a wife FT, and take online classes but I managed.

Today, I ran my first 5K ever.

Mariner Mother's Day 5K

Mariner Mother’s Day 5K

This was, by far, my fastest time ever. Go figure, the only person I knew there (that was running, E and Beanie came to cheer me on) was the UPS man that delivers to my work. We didn’t run together but I’m pretty sure he beat me. Story of my life.

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My Cheerleader

My Cheerleader

The course was exactly what I thought it was. It wasn’t pretty but I finished. And I’m still alive, that’s a bonus. I survived and I’m already planning the next run. I think I can honestly call myself a runner now, even if I do get out ran by old men.

The rest of the day has been a lazy one but that’s a typical sunday for us. Although I did get an awesome card from Beanie

Mother's Day 2013

Mother’s Day 2013

 

She even got dressed up for me ;) because, you know, you can never have too many tutus on. At once. And shoes on the correct feet? Overrated!

She even got dressed up for me 😉 because, you know, you can never have too many tutus on. At once. And shoes on the correct feet? Overrated!

CG Fun

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That’s right. The time has come again for Forced Family Fun!

Ok, that’s about as much excitement as I can muster up, given the fact that we’re all forced to join together, go to this dinner in our Bravos, most of which don’t fit so we look like we’re all making a bunch of left hand turns because not one person in that building can lift their arm above their elbow. Not to mention it takes 4 people to get a pat of butter around the table because of said restrictive jackets.

Me

jacket

I don’t mind my jacket so much. I worked hard for my awards.

Ok, I worked for my awards.

Whatever, I was still present and did was required to participate in receiving these awards. They are mine.

Most families were spared and didn’t have to attend this shindig. Mine didn’t get so lucky.

Dinner

All the spouses get recognized when we have this dinner. Being a military spouse is hard. Dealing with the long hours, waiting for us to get home from God knows where, dealing with our smell (there are days where we stink to high heaven). It’s tough. Hell, even finding out that you can’t get time off to attend a family funeral is tough, as we’ve just endured. It’s one of the toughest jobs out there but we’re lucky enough to have spouses that stand behind us and that’s awesome.

So the spouses get called up to be recognized and sure enough, E is the only male spouse. Out of FOUR units and over 100 people, I’m the only girl that is hitched. When people figured out what was going on, E got a standing ovation. He stood up there, proudly, while holding Beanie, as I gave him his rose (manly, isn’t it!).

When all was said and done, speeches were made, dinner was eaten, and drinks were drank.

Although this wouldn’t be complete without some embarassment. As the MC was recognizing the retirees and asked if there were any Navy retirees, Beanie drops her cup and yells “UT OH” to which prompted people to turn and look. Awesome.

But it wasn’t a terrible night.

Well, it wasn’t until someone got pissed that the party was over and bedtime was necessary.

Pissed

There’s always next year to party some more.

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