Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Four years.

I am such a lucky lady!  Today marks four wonderful years of marriage for B and I. 

The Beginning


In the barracks at Fort Hood

Sixth Street, Austin TX

Killeen, TX

The Riverwalk, San Antonio TX

Celebrating with friends, pre-deployment #2

R&R 2009

Wolfe's Neck State Park, Maine

Battalion Ball 2010

Battalion Christmas party, 2010

Fairbanks, AK
I love you tons, B. 

Monday, February 21, 2011


Do you remember the bit about 'snowed in' from my last post?  It turns out I was a bit more prophetic than I intended.  Over night we were hit with a crazy windy, messy Nor'Easter - which is rare in Alaska, you can imagine. 

Snowy walkway!
Miss Lulu was intrigued.
Now, the problem is that I haven't found a way to shovel while watching the baby.  Admittedly, I haven't tried too hard to find a resolution.  Usually Brian shoulders our half of the shoveling, but he is still away training, and this was the second (potentially third, whoops!) snow that required shoveling since he left...

Do you see where this is going?  A bit more relevant information:

I just met our neighbor two days ago. 

And we've lived here for 10 months. 

And the only reason we met was because he gave us their lawnmower.  

Yes, gave.  Weedeater too.

K, so back to today.  After our little photo session we saw that some people who live across got their beast of a car stuck in the snow...  Like bad.  So, Louisa and I decided that there was nothing so important that we had to do today that we needed to leave.  We decided we would wait until tomorrow, when we are hopefully plowed out, and went on our merry way: cleaning, laundrying, and blowing raspberries (Lulu is a professional.)

SO, a little bit later I hear the shovel scraping up.


I really didn't mean to slack off this time too.  

And then I notice, not only did he rock it out on the shared bit of walkway, but he's shoveling our bit too.  He did the stairs and alll the way up to our door.  

What do I do?  Obvs now that we have officially met I can't ignore it.  He knows I'm home 'cause, hello, even our door is snowed shut.  

So, I crack open the door and give him a super-exuberant "Thank you!" and that was it.  What else can I do??  

Well, get on the shoveling next time. 

 But, the kicker is, they're moving out 3/1!  In fact, the wife and baby are already gone.  

So yeah, be thankful you don't live next to me is the moral of the story.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

I was so right.

Crest Whitestrips are absolutely the devil.  I wake up in the morning to see if my teeth are bleeding and can only have yogurt for like 6 hours.  How do people do the really hardcore 2-hour things?  Seriously.  I'm wicked bummed about my yellow teeth and have even been on a coffee sabbatical, which is nearly impossible on frigid Alaska mornings.  I just don't know how this is all going to work out.  

And right now?  I am totally wussing out on dying my hair, again.  I got this box that is supposed to lighten your hair three shades, which would put me in light brown/dark blonde territory, but I made the mistake of reading reviews online.  One lady feels that my hair will turn orange, and another one said to not use it if my hair has been previously colored.  There are some happy endings, but those ladies don't tell you what was going on in the beginning...  So, I found my nasty t-shirt, got all the baby monitors going, and totally chickened out.  I'm afraid I'll never be fun blonde again.  


You know what else is not awesome?  Not talking to Brian.  Forever.  Seriously though, they haven't been allowed cell phones since 2/10.  Um, that was a really freakin' long time ago.  I'm trying to pack and get all excited about our crazy voyage home, but it is way less fun when there is nobody here to be excited with me. I mean, Lulu smiles and tries to eat all the pictures I show her of the fam, but she does that to magazine babies too, so it feels less genuine.  

BUT, sunshine and sparkles.  

We're a teeny bit snowed in, which is fun when we don't have to go anywhere.  

I found bunches of pretty baby bows online.  

Louisa is in her new convertible car seat which means I'm not lugging the huge thing around.  

The forecast only has negatives at night for the rest of the month. 

 B will get his phone back on Saturday, hopefully.  

We're all going home in March!

All the time.  Crazy baby.

Sitting up, mostly!

Happy girl!

Lulu's First Valentine's Day
Aren't those faces awesome?  I get to spend everyday with that crazy baby!

Annnnd she is already asleep, so I get to blog, yay, and then go to bed!

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

How I broke the television.

Yeah, I struggle.

So, Alaska is dry.  Like, super crazy dry.  This makes the static electricity in our house, and others, rampant.  I can't turn on a light without getting a shock.  The nasty old carpets and big stinky couches don't help much.  When I was pregnant I got a really bad shock, like from Brian through me to the computer, and it hurt.  The computer froze, and I was suuuuuper scared that I had cooked the baby.  Turns out you can't cook babies that way, but the computer froze - but did not die.

Since then we keep that static spray in stock in our house, but it smells like glue and the effects only last a few hours.  Not awesome.

SO, knowing all of this, the other day I intended to meet with Jillian and get some shred going.  Since our tv remote is missing, I have to use the input buttons on the side of the tv.  I touch it and , BAM  supershock!  Like worse than the babycooker.  And then the tv starts turning half way on, then dying.  Again and again and again.  Pressing buttons does nothing.  Un-plugging it and plugging it back in does nothing.  Apparently there are no reset buttons on tvs?!?  (I'm serious, I looked.  Pitiful)

So?  We upgraded.  It was time.  We went from a 26 incher to 32, woopwoop!  I have no pictures on this computer, but I'm working on it.

You should also know that in the almost 4 years I have been married, I have had to buy four new televisions.  I've never shocked one before though, but apparently we just don't get on very well.

Sad times.