Sunday, June 30, 2013

Bloglovin


Google Reader is going away. Apparently, we are now supposed to follow our favorite blogs on Bloglovin. Hence, the link above. When you set up a Bloglovin account you will have to post a link (like the one above) in order to claim your blog. 

Helloooooo, Bloglovin. How you doin'?

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Things I know about myself

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A lazy Saturday calls for catching a matinee movie {Now you see me}, snacking on chips & homemade salsa on the couch, and a pointless blog post all about myself....in bullet form.

So, without further adieu, here are some things I know about myself

  • I have a lot of insecurities. a LOT. Mostly physical. Well, maybe half physical and half other. Human nature, I can't get away from it.
  • I have a completely irrational fear of Alligators/Crocodiles being in any body of water that I am in. In the same way that a child is scared of the "deep end", I am scared of all ends. Ocean, river, lake, pool, kiddie pool, bath tub...I don't care what it is. When I lay on a floatie in the water I cannot have any body part hanging off the ends. If I do then I cannot stop thinking about how the Alligator at the bottom of the pool is plotting to come bite it off.
  • I get great satisfaction in popping other people's zits. Sounds gross. But it's just really right.
  • I have Scoliosis. My spine is crooked, and my hips and shoulders are extremely uneven. If you see me standing straight on then there is no question about it.
  • I have plans to own my own businesses. I have decided that I never again want to work in a 8-5 office job. So, my business partner sister and I have a few small businesses in the works.
  • I may look like your average mormon white girl but at heart I am half wanna-be rapper and half wanna-be hippie. I'm talkin drop-crotch pants, over sized shirts, naturally messy hair with slouch beanies on top, and sunglasses on at all times especially whilst. That sounds like the perfect outfit to make the out fit the in.
  • Chocolate chip cookies are my favorite and biggest food weakness. Like, I will eat 20 in a row without taking a breath no prob. But I need them to be soft, please. If they are crunchy or have raisins in them then everything is ruined.
  • I have some psychic abilities. I'm serious. 
  • My home decor style can pretty much be summed up in the phrase 'neutrals all the way'. I think a texture can be just as big of a "pop" as a color. 
  • People often mistake me for a huge b-yatch when they first meet me. Once I become friends with someone I get the whole, "when I first met you I never thought we would be friends" thing all the time. I've been told that I come off as rude, standoffish, and my personal favorite an "ice queen". I like to think that it's really just because I just don't open up to people I meet until I really trust them. Or it could be because I am observer and like to scope out the situation before I get into it. Either way, I've come to terms with it. 
And there you have it.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Dadbo


Everyone who knows my Dad can agree that he's pretty much famous for three things : 1.His sense of humor 2.Enjoying life 3.Steak and Congo bars. I now believe that these are the important things in life. Specifically #1, having a sense of humor.   


When Chris called my Dad back in 2008 to ask if he had permission to ask for my hand in marriage, the convo became an instant classic in our house. It went something like this...

Nervous Chris: Hi, Rex. It's Chris.{some small talk back and forth}
So, I uhhh...was just calling to see if it would be alright with you if I asked for your daughter's hand in marriage...? 
Dad:  Ok, now before we go any further.........which one? 

Hahahahahaha! Oh, Dad. Gets me every time. 

That definitely broke the tension. And of course, he acts like he didn't even mean it as a joke. It's even funnier to me because two of my sisters were already engaged at that point. The only other option would have been Kailey who was 14 at the time. But my Dad always knows how to lighten a mood. 

So, cheers to the guy who taught me that it's always an appropriate time to be funny. And who taught me (mostly by example) to always eat dessert first. Happy Father's Day. I Love you, Dadbo. 

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

THE trip


So proud of Chris and all that he went through for the past 8.5 weeks. 
Just happy & bursting with pride. 
Constant goosebumps listening to these studs recite the Airman's creed
Best Arizona friends 
Chris gave me some "military wife" gifts to match his shiny new official Airman's coin
Marching to the drums was my favorite part of it all
Showing off his new clothes rolling skills at the dorm
Had to have dinner at Saltgrass. A TX fave. 
Roller coasters, Shamu show, penguins and dolphins. Just the right amount of Sea World.  
Face Timing with our nephew Ami and the Hayes girls!
Missions ball game. I forgot all about the Texas humidity. My hair really liked that. 
yup. I get the whole 'man in a uniform' thing. Plus the shaved head & dog tags. Feelin it. 

The long awaited weekend finally happened! I still can't believe this is my life. I still can't believe I'm a military wife. But somehow it's true. And as such, I went down to TX to smother my husband with love and support as he graduated from BMT. The levels of excitement and anticipation were just ridiculous. Like, on verge of tears at all times due to one emotion or another. The whole thing turned out to be quite an adventure. I had no clue what to expect. I was definitely not a fan of all the waiting around between events before I even got to see him. But once I did, pure happiness ensued. For 4 whole days.

The graduation festivities were amazing (Airman's run, coin ceremony & parade), made me proud to be an American (& an Airman's wife). The base liberty days were filled with long talks, long naps, an Air Force museum tour, the dorm open house and base tours. The town pass days were filled with restaurants, Sea World, Iron Man 3, Texas thunderstorms, attending a minor league baseball game, shopping and getting lost all over San Antonio and not caring at all. It was just making up for lost time together. It was exactly what we wanted and needed and it was awesome.

Chris and I mutually decided that it was quite possibly the very best and most perfect weekend of our lives. Straight up. And the memories from those 4 days will now be filed in our history under "the very BEST of the good old days". I don't know how it can ever be topped but we will try to give this weekend a run for its money when I go visit him at the new base he is now living on. I can now vouch for the truth of the saying "absence makes the heart grow fonder".

{p.s. my new huarache sandals are my favorites and I may wear them every day this summer.} 

Monday, June 3, 2013

Making it through BMT


{Letter days are the best days}

This is the week. The week we've been waiting for. I am way more than ready to have 4 big days with my husband. This past week was very eventful and completely exhausting. Today I just sat down and told myself that I can't deal with anything else until I see Chris. Nothing. I just need him. Just need to talk to him for cryin' out loud. For longer than 15 mins.

I've gotta say, I am pretty impressed with myself for making it through these two months of BMT. I never once questioned if Chris would be able to make it. I know that man of steel can do anything. I like to think that I can do anything, too...but only if I really want to. And I don't really want to go 2 months without Chris soo...

To give credit where credit is due...I will just take a couple bullet points to recognize those people and things that made it possible for me to get through 8.5 weeks of basic training

1. Letters. Like, actual snail mail. Since I was only granted one phone call a week, I felt extremely disconnected from my better half. But once the letters started coming in everything was a little better. Letters can sometimes leave you more satisfied than a phone call. Something about just writing out your thoughts and really explaining what you're thinking. Plus it's so "notebook" romantic.

2. My sister Kimmie. I feel bad for everyone that doesn't have her. She is the best...in so many ways. Most of all in taking care of me. She is so in tune with what I need and want all of the time. And for some reason, she does everything for me for nothing in return. She was there when Chris left and I wanted nothing but chocolate and a friend, she cooks for me almost every night, she writes Chris letters with sports updates and she's always there to talk through things with me and make sure I'm never alone. We live together and travel together and I couldn't make it these 5 months without her.

3. Family. The rest of my family has been a huge support to me as well. I am so blessed to have awesome in-laws, parents & stepparents, sisters, and nieces that are always there for me and show they care in so many ways. Chris and I have such a major support system. That is a necessity at times like these.

4. Online shopping. I mean, I know it's technically a weakness. And maybe not as important as something like family....but it definitely makes me feel happy when I'm down and lonely. Not gonna lie. You gotta find what works for you.

5. Videos. Before Chris left (way back in April) he made me videos to watch while he is gone. Every Saturday I get to watch a new one and he just talks to me for a few minutes. It was a brilliant idea. I look forward to it every week. And Hooshie perks up whenever he hears his Daddy's voice. I am so grateful for modern technology.

6. My pup. My little guy is such a bright spot in my day. He is just a loving friend that is constantly there. My little shadow. It is also helpful to have someone else need me since I don't have any of my regular wifey duties. Eye drops and prayers before bed every night with that guy. Love him.

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Felix

Death. I don't think that it is actually possible for any human brain to fully make sense of it. One minute you are there, full of life, and the next you are just gone. It is especially confusing when it seems to come too soon, too young. My friend Glen (a.k.a Felix) died doing what he loved, skydiving, the week after his 27th birthday. 

It's confusing to me that at one time Glen was telling me that he enjoys reading about my life on my blog, and here I am writing about his death. It hurts. 

I wrote this post five times and I can't get it to come out right. I don't know if there is really a way to correctly pay tribute to someone who was a part of your life.  I really can't explain it. So, I will simply say...thank you Felix. And he will know what I mean. 


Felix & Regina. Friends since 2004. So many memories. Until we meet again...