Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Wednesday/Walking Dead Check Wednesday

Stayed the same.

But first, did y'all watching Walking Dead this week?!?!?  Oh. My. Word.  If you didn't watch it yet but you plan to, SPOILER ALERT! I knew Sophia was in that barn!!! Sort of. This is the argument that I've been having with myself out loud in front of Nick for the last few weeks.  Poor Nick.

Me: That girl is dead.  Dead, or she's a walker.

Other Me: No way.  No writer would kill off a kid.  They just don't do that.  Unless it's cancer or something like that.  And even then, it's so rare.

Me: Uh, hello?! These writers are in to SK.  And SK has NO qualms about killing kids.  Remember Cujo? In the book, that kid bites it.

Other Me: But still.  If she's in that barn, why is that old dude letting them risk their lives by going to look for her?

Me: Maybe he doesn't know it's her.

Other Me: Good point.  But still.  That's pretty risky for the writers to try.

Me: Well, if it was real life, she'd be dead.  No way she could have survived a day, let alone all these weeks.  And why the hell didn't wait for Rick where he left her?!?! She's so stupid!

Other Me: Well, tv isn't real.  So maybe she's alive.

Ugh.  So I can't actually say I called it.  And I'm sorry, but just how does Lori think she KNOWS that baby is Rick's? And why are they turning Shane into a bad guy? I mean, I guess you need a Bad Guy, and I'd rather it be Shane than Daryl (AKA Sawyer 2011) but still.  He started out being a good guy in a bad situation, but now he's just a douche.  I wish they'd found a way to turn Lori into the bad guy and kept Rick and Shane together.  Lori sucks.

And I'm calling it now, when they leave that farm, Maggie's going with them.  Maybe that tall skinny blonde guy too.  And I'm not completely UNconvinced that Shane isn't just going to blow the old guy's head off and say "Hey, guess what, this is MY farm now." But that would be pretty boring for the episodes AFTER that one, you know?

Anyway.  Stayed the same.  What can you say about that? I'm bummed I didn't lose, but I'm so excited I didn't gain, considering what I ate for Thanksgiving Weekend.  The worst part of this whole plauto (can't get this right to save my life, anyone know how to spell it) I seem to be on- I buy myself a Killers cd every time I lose five.  So like, 180, 175, 170, and then 165.  But I hit 170 on August 24th and I'm STILL not to 165.  So that's sort of a harsh reality check right there.

But what can I do, besides keep plugging along?

And then, to end this random assortment of a blog, here's some music for you.



You're welcome.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Marvo (Marbo?) Cave

I still can't think of anything profound to say.  I'm rereading Bag of Bones, the SK book about a writer...with writer's block.  Think it's contagious? Can you catch writer's block from a book? Can you consider it writer's block when you can't think of anything to say on your blog, which no one reads?

I do have ONE thing to say.  GTA jacked up their scheduling AGAIN so I didn't tape The Walking Dead last night!!!! I'M SO PISSED!!! And we still haven't figured out a way to deal with the appletv to work with our tv-from-1994, so I can't even buy it on itunes to watch!!! My only hope is to watch it on this laptop.  Ugh.  I used to love this laptop, and seriously, I still love it as a computer or whatever, but I MISS my 27inch screen.  I NEED my 27 inch screen.  This little fifteen incher is NOT cutting it.  AT ALL.

We're down to twenty two days, fourteen hours, and twenty minutes.  I. AM. FREAKING. OUT.  I guess I didn't really freak out last time (when we were moving out here) because, well, we were on vacay in Disney World the two weeks before, and really, who can freak out in the Most Magical Place on Earth?  Not this chica.  I was nervous about the flights (nervous- is that the understatement of the year or what? I was panicked to a level of non-functional-ability) but they were such a nonevent that I'm not sweating it at ALL this time around.  Nick is going to sit in the middle section with all three bigs, and me and Daisy June are going to sit on the side.  I'm sure at one point or another we'll have to mix things up, but honestly, after surviving twenty four hours of flight time with nary a single tear (minus my own), this little seven hour puddle jump is just not that big a deal.  You know?

Wanna know what IS a big deal? I haven't mentioned this because it freaks me out, it LITERALLY makes my skin CRAWL.  Here it is.  I guess Hawaii is on the other side of some sort of date line.  You know how we are fifteen ish hours ahead of y'all? Well, Hawaii is twenty hours BEHIND us.  So.  We are leaving Guam at zero six on Thursday morning.

And we will land in Hawaii at about five o'clock on Wednesday night.

WEDNESDAY NIGHT PEOPLE.

It's not natural.  It's WEIRD!!! I don't even like to think about it, so I'm not.  Remember the flight out here, how I had such a hard time dealing with the fact that we chased the sun the entire twenty four hours? Like, the sun didn't go down for an ENTIRE twenty four hours? Remember how much that freaked me out?

THIS IS A THOUSAND TIMES WORSE.

I have to stop.

Anyway.  Still no house, but Ava is in school and Scott's on a wait list.  We probably won't be able to afford to send Warren until next year, but I'm pretty set on that front.  What I really need is my stuff, and a place to put it.  So, get to praying y'all.

Anyway anyway.  Last weekend, we hiked down to Marvo Cave.  I had high hopes, but I am a moron.  I think that our Quest To Do Things We Never Did on Guam is over.  We'll be spending our final weekends at Gab Gab, the only place on this rock that I truly love, with all my heart and sole.  Makes sense to me.

After driving around lost for ninety minutes, we finally found it, and started the short trek down to the pool.  Scott had already lost his mind, Warren had been crying nonstop, and I forgot my damn Ergo for the baby. Ugh, ugh, and double ugh.  So Nick took the kids down one at a time and then I stumbled down after them.

The water was absolutely FREEZING.  Ava jumped right in and had a total blast the entire time we stayed, but I didn't get any good shots of her.  Naturally.

Scott spent seven-eighths of our time down there sitting on the side, watching Ava and Nick play.  It's hard to describe without seeing it, but basically, it's an underwater freshwater pool, in a cave, with lots of rocks and tunnels, and someone poured cement for a sort of platfrom to wait on, maybe for people who put on scuba stuff?



Warren didn't love it like Ava, but he was at least willing to splash around with Nick and take a few pics.  Mostly, he stood on the platform next to me and threw rocks and sticks into the water.  He's a lot like Forest, my darling little Dub.



Scott FINALLY went in, took a picture, and came right back out.




Daisy June basically just does whatever we make her do.  She's like a life-sized doll.  And yes, she's wearing a jammie top and her diaper.  Again.



Against my shrieks of terror, Nick took Ava and Warren exploring on the cliff thingies.




Then we had to leave because Scott had to poop.  Sigh.
All right.  Gotta go play words with friends.

Monday, November 28, 2011

More Pics for the Families

Soccer season is FINALLY over (have I mentioned that a time or two?) and these are the pics from their little jamboree shindig where they got their medals.  BTW, who decided medals were the new trophies? I'm sure it's a lot cheaper, but our medals didn't last the weekend.  And we got them on Saturday afternoon, so...anyway.  I was just really looking forward to two tiny trophies.


Look at that smile!!! Almost made the entire three months long season worth it.
Almost. 

Here's just a few other shots from that long long LONG day.








And then here's a snapshot of the Thanksgiving programs at each of the schools.

This was Warren's first program and he did FANTASTIC!! I guess watching Ava's and Scott's almost-monthly programs for the last two years paid off.  He didn't even hesitate, just walked out there and started his song!! I was front and center and scared he'd start freaking out when he saw me, but he just smiled and waved and went on about his business!!

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And Ava had one too, the next week.
See all those dang kids up there? Guess what you'd have to pay me to be a kindergarten teacher? There's not enough money IN THE ENTIRE WORLD.  Shudder.

But it was cute.  MUCH cuter than the boys' but don't tell anyone I said that.

All right.  Maybe one day I'll have an actual post, but I wouldn't hold my breath.  It just hit me that we're moving halfway across the world for the second time in twenty one months in just a hair over three weeks, so I'm sort of freaking out.  Again.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Cookie Pics (For the Families)

Uh, what the hell is wrong with my blogger? Why does it look so awful? Someone, anyone, please help me!!! Anyway. This is just pics of the kids making cookies. It's for my mama. The rest of y'all go on about your business. Except for anyone who can fix this, YOU leave a comment with specific instructions. I'll give you fifty bucks. I don't get it!!! It looks AWFUL, and, even worse, the upload thing is the OLD OLD way, where you just pick one at a time!!! HELP ME!!!


And of course, you know we gave Junebug a cookie :)

So that's my pics.  Seriously, someone fix this.  I can't handle it.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Southern Tour

Weekend before last, when it dawned on me that we have about a month left, we piled in the van and took what will in all likelihood be our LAST tour around the gorgeous southern tip of the island.  Now, you've seen ALL these pics before, I'm sure.  The only difference is that the kids are slightly older.  You've been warned:  I took (actually, Nick took) four hundred and sixteen pictures that afternoon.  I think I ended up with twenty one in the "post these" folder, but I'm not making any promises.

My fave location.  I call it the Jurassic Park spot.  It doesn't actually look like Jurassic Park, but one time, right when we pulled in, the Jurassic Park song came on.  So that's why.





No one else wants me to take pictures anymore.  Ava, however, loves it.



From there, we headed over to Big Jon and Bessie.  Where the kids tricked me into letting them help him wash her. GROSS!


That's not me, it's this fat lady we hired to take care of the baby that day. Focus on the water, that's the point of this shot. 

This is me.  Me and that fatty dressed alike that day. 



I refuse to believe that there is a cuter baby on the planet. 
The view from up there.  Wish I knew the name of this little bay-thingie.

He's the weps. 
Shots like this make me think that lens might have been worth it.  They are few and far between.

My heart just stopped.




This is somewhere that I took this same shot (sort of) when Daisy June was first born.  It's my plan to get that ole photo out and set them up for a side by side.  We shall see.


And our last stop, our FAVORITE stop, the Inarajan Pools.  Spelled incorrectly, have no doubt.
He's about the chuck that rock.  Scott trained him well in the Art of Becoming The Destroyer.

Wouldn't this be SUPER cute if Ava was facing forward? It would look like they're playing Ring Around the Rosie!!


I read, and Daisy June stayed in her stroller while they bigs played.  We're so boring. She doesn't seem to mind.
That is a TON of white space in the picture that I cannot get rid of!

Bright Copper Kettles

Because Blue Eyed Bride once posted about her favorite things (I recently read her blog.  The entire blog.  Start to finish.  I was pretty bored.  And the iPad makes things like that REALLY easy) and I want to be JUST like her, I decided I'd do it to.  Prepare to be blown away.

-Up until about four months ago, I would have spent PAGES raving about proactive.  I've been using it since my senior year in high school, and it kept me CRYSTAL clear.  I LOVE(D) IT!!! It was just perfect. Absolute perfection.  For years, I would use it and use it and use it, then try to wean myself off of it, only to be sucked back in a few weeks later, after I got some new breakouts.

But alas.  All of a sudden, out of the middle of nowhere, it just stopped working.  I've been getting TONS of the big ones, the big guns, those huge, under the skin, cystic type zits.  The worst.  The WORST.  So even though I hated to do it, I recently started trying some different systems on the market.  So far, nothing to write home about.

But I still believe in proactive.  And if I wasn't covered in acne, I would recommend it to everyone  I met.  Sigh.


-My vitamix.  Ohhh, my vitamix.  How I scorned everyone who had one, laughing and saying "That girl is so stupid, she spent that much money on a BLENDER? Moron." Then I got one, and joined the cult.  It's more than a blender.  It's a lifestyle.

Too much? Yeah, I thought so.  But seriously, it's pretty awesome.  Although not having quite the desired effect on my weight loss escapades (I blame my discovery of creamer) the vitamix is still my current most beloved possession.  Hands down.  I drink a coffee and cabbage and protein shake smoothie EVERY single morning, and I usually drink a greek yogurt and fruit and veggie smoothie every afternoon.   It's fast, it's efficient, and it cleans itself.  Seriously.  And it can liquefy a carrot, without adding any additional liquid.  Just stick it in, and turn it on.  And how many times have you needed a liquefied carrot? Sans additional liquid? Seriously.

-Due to the aforementioned acne problems (lifelong, I might add) I have to wear foundation.  I can't be one of those gorgeous-with-just-lip-gloss-and-mascara girls.  And truthfully, I'm not even sure if the foundation helps.  I just feel better wearing it.  Less discolored and scarred.

I use this.  It's all right.  I don't often gaze at my reflection lovingly thruout the day, so I can't even tell you if it's really long lasting or full coverage or anything like that.  Not really helpful, I know.  But it goes on smooth, I'm pretty sure it lasts a while, and it makes my skin look good, at least while I'm doing it.  Good enough for me.  I want the Bobbi Brown one, but I haven't found a Bobbi Brown counter on Guam yet.  Weird, I know.

-Olay.  Ugh.  I can't think of anything more annoying than that awful commercial, where the lady is going on and on about Olay beating the seven hundred dollar cream.  She's so annoying!!! But unfortunately, she's also totally right.  This cream is AH-MAY-ZING.  Just perfect.  Hydrates, absorbs quickly, makes my skin feel great in the morning...works for me.  I don't really have any wrinkles, so I'm not sure if it does all that bidnazz, but as a night cream, it's aces.  Just aces.
-Old Navy yoga pants.  How on earth did I survive so long without these? The world may never know. Robin, from the bottom of my heart: THANKYOU. If it weren't (wasn't?) for you, I'd still be wandering around in the dark, unaware of this stretchy little miracle.

I have a confession.  These have become my fancy pants.  In fact, that day has (LONG since) come and gone.  It hit me like a stack of bricks one day, and I'm not gonna lie, it was a serious blow.  I mean, I actually changed out of a pair of ratty Old Navy pajama pants and INTO my yoga pants to 'fancy it up' and go run some errands.  Shouldn't I have put on jeans, or even khakis? You know? But then I shrugged it off and just accepted it.  This is my life now.  Livin it up in the yoga pants.

My only complaint is the sizes.  I'm between a large and an extra large.  My waist is still suffering from a seven months pregnant belly, but apparently, as huge as my ass it, it doesn't correspond to a seven months pregnant non-pregnant belly.  So the larges are too tight, and the extra larges sag in the rear zone.  Lose lose.  So I ordered a bunch of both sizes and wear whichever ones are on top of the pile.  Win win.  And an extra win for getting a shopping fix :)

-My contacts.  Again with the drama, but seriously.  I've been wearing glasses since I was eight, and contacts since I was maybe thirteen? And I started wearing dailies a few years ago, and it changed my life. I wear my glasses about half the time, and contacts the other half (duh) and they're just PERFECT.  Wear them all day, then toss them.  Best part? I can lay in bed, watching tv, and not have my glasses digging into the sides of my face OR having to get up and put my contacts away before I fall asleep!!! HOORAY FOR FIRST WORLD VICTORIES!!
-The next one was a tie.


That's our rice cooker, and our crockpot.  Yes, the original crockpot, tiny and without an electric display timer thingie.  It's the best.

I crockpot it about twice a week, and make rice or oatmeal probably three or four.  Now, recently I had to google if I could make an instant rice packet in my rice cooker (because I am a total moron) and I stumbled across this article bashing rice cookers.  It was like "The Twenty Biggest Wastes of Money for the Kitchen" or something like that.  And the loser made a pretty valid point that you can make rice in a pot.  But whatevs.  You can't ACTUALLY reach a simmer on a stovetop, either gas OR electric.  You just CANNOT get that low.  So, I can't recommend that you spend the money on one, since it technically doesn't do anything you can't do on the stove, but if you're having me over for dinner, don't be offended if I don't eat your scorched and dry rice that you made on the stovetop.  I'm gonna go home and make fluffy, perfect rice.  It's nothing personal.

-My roomba.  You push a button, take the kids to school, and your kitchen is swept by the time you get home.  What else do you need?




-My brookstone noise machines.  We have three, one in each room.  I won't get all preachy, but if you have a child, and a bed, and you don't have a noise machine, you are a moron.  Too harsh? Get over it.  And get a  noise machine.  There's a brookstone in Hawaii, and the DAY we get there, I'm going to get a new one. We've had ours since Ava was born (six years ago) and it's finally starting to make a little clicking noise that leads me to believe it's on its last legs.  I'm going for the upgrade, the big one, but each kids' room will be getting a new one of the exact same one we've always had.  Why mess with perfection?


-Drysol.  Do I really need to get into the nitty gritty? I live on the equator, I'm hormonal, and I'm thirty four pounds overweight.  So I need drysol.  Bonus? You can buy it (probably illegally) on the internet without a prescription!


So there's a few of my favorite things.  (Did you get my title reference?!?!) What are some of YOUR favorite things? Because I'm always looking for the next miracle product!!!