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Sick.

I cleaned my kitchen sink.  Now I’m sick.  Yay!

Early Happy Birthday Chelsea Post.

This Saturday Chelsea turns three. Three. Years. Old! Can you believe it? I still cant.

Who Would have thought that little tiny baby would grow up into a smart loving three year old.

She does this thing now. Where she wants something, like her cars or her little people and she’ll show me her fingers. “Count my fingers, mom” And I count, “One two three.” I tell her and she says “Yeah, I want three cars.”

She knows that Tuesday comes after Monday and that it is always five o’clock.  Ketchup is no longer its own food group.  Every day before we leave daycare, she stops at the play phone booth and calls daddy to him she is on her way home.   And every night when she goes to bed she says “I love you second.”  In which I respond “I love you first.”

I’ve learned a lot about my daughter and about myself over the last year.  First I’ve learned that no matter how cute she looks when she says it, “Baby did it” is not always true.  Chelsea has settled down for the most part, but almost every time Crystal gets into something, Chelsea is either leading the way or not far behind.  I suppose its a good thing that they get into trouble together.  Because one thing I never hope to say is “Why can’t you be more like your sister?”

The second thing that I learned is about myself.  That as exhausting as parenting is, I would not trade it for anything.  Its amazing to see how smart Chelsea has become, and to know that I have played a part in that is one of the most rewarding things I could ever get.    Being a mother is definitely the most challenging thing I have ever done.  Never mind running a marathon, if you want to test your strength and endurance, become a parent.

Finally I would like to say, to my Chelsea bear, I love you. Happy (early) Birthday.

I ___ my car

As I was pulling out of my parking spot today I heard a crggghhh (scraping noise)  At first I though oh shit I just scraped the car next to me.   So I pulled forward a little more away from the car and heard some more Crrrrggggghhhhh (more scraping).  I’m like what the hell is that noise.  I get out and look and sure enough my right back tire blew and the noise I was hearing was the sound of the rubber scraping in my wheel well.  Shit.

It was a good thing Carl was already on base.  It was also a good thing that I had a spare.  So I call Carl and tell him I needed his car.  So he askes me if I’m on my way over (he works right down the street from me).  I tell him I cant because my tire is fucked.  “Oh, you need my carrrrrr…  I though you said card.”

A couple of guy I work with waited  with me and took a look at my tires.  My front tires are good and my other back one is going bad.  So yeah my back tires are bald and so because it gets so hot and the tire expanded, the whole thing cracked and blew.

We were able to get the car home safely and tomorrow Carl is taking it to get two new tires.

I love hate like deal with my car.  If everything works out in theses next few months, hopefully I can get every thing fixed.

Also, there is good news on the house hunting front - which I wont go into detail because I’ll jinx myself.  But lets just say I think I found The One.

What not to say in an email. #2

What I said

TSgt XXXXXX,

There still seams to be a bit of confusion on how to properly fill out the checklist.  Please have the highlighted items fixed ASAP, and give me a call if you have any questions about the checklist.

Thank you, SrA Ellwood

What I wanted to say.

YOU’RE STILL DOING IT WRRRRROOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!1!!

I love my job.

Paper work

Chelse got paper work yesturday.  No, its not a bad thing.  She got her transition papers.  She’ll be going to preschool soon.  “After my birthday party”  she keeps telling me.  Oh my goodness, Chelsea and preschool in the same sentence.  Where did my little tiny baby Chelsea go?