I’ve tried to write this post about a gazillion times and it just wasn’t getting done because I can’t stop myself from being distracted.

It took me a half hour to write that last sentence.

Still, I must persist and get this written because it’s just so awesome.  Last Wednesday my husband came back from getting his haircut with these perfectly colored measuring cups and spoons.  They match my kitchen pretty well and I very much love them and I loved the fact that my husband remembered that I wanted new baking utensils in this color.

This alone is enough to cause me to write a husband-bragging post. Kitchen items for no other reason than my husband saw them at the store and remembered that I was on the lookout for them is enough to remind me how much I’m cared about.  However, that is not actually what this post is about.  This post is mostly about my new car.

HE  BOUGHT ME A FREAKING CAR PEOPLE…

Which is basically the cutest Mini Cooper I have ever seen.

While it wasn’t completely out of the blue as we’d been on the prowl for a small, gas efficient car for a year or more and he had repeatedly talked about selling his Harley and buying a little car when he returned from deployment, it was an absolutely unexpected surprise because I never figured it would be now, and I never imagined it would be so dang adorable, and I never thought it would be mine.

So now this sweet Mini lives happily in my driveway. He drives with a British accent and is very smart so I appropriately named him Watson.  I also liked Alfred and Simon but Watson is the name that stuck. 

Last Wednesday was pretty much Christmas, my birthday, Towel Day, and Mother’s Day all wrapped up into one. 

The end.

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I have so much to say about the last couple of weeks since Rabbit has been home.  Numerous blog posts have been partially written and abandoned because I saw something shiny on eBay, or Yahoo enticed me with one of their headlining news stories about a headless fish that turned gross after being cooked. 
For real.

And Rabbit has been so busy with this huge thing at work that includes memorizing ridiculous amounts of helicopter stuff and higher ranking individuals staring at him and rapid fire questions and sweating. 

It’s all been very exhausting for me.

So I thought I’d write this little note to say that I haven’t forgotten about writing here, and I have every intention of adding an informative post with pictures of stuff very soon.
Tomorrow.
Definitely maybe. 

For now it’s late and I must at least try to talk my brain into shutting down for a few hours.

P.S. I wasn’t kidding about the gross headless fish story. 

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I have mentioned already that Rabbit gave me a new camera for Christmas. It’s the Samsung DV300F (the DV stands for Dual View and the 300 stands for something else and the F most likely stands for Fantastic.

It’s awesome because with the dual view the people you’re taking pictures of can see themselves which means I never have a problem getting Lucy to look into the camera, I can take self portraits of myself and Ryan together, and Kait can be sure her selected pose is acceptable.

A girl can’t go wrong with the raw hamburger patty pose.

As cool as this dual view is, however, it is producing a whole new set of issues as now all Lucy wants to do is make faces at the front facing screen and then look at the resulting picture, then try again, making a new face.

Examples:

I really do like my new camera a lot but I’m still learning how to work it.  It’s a pretty steep learning curve for me.  It’s all fancy and I can even email pictures to myself, or upload them to online line albums, right from the camera.

The hope is that the pictures on my blog will get progressively better as time goes by.  Maybe I’m being too optimistic.  I guess we’ll see.

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Lucy absolutely adores kitties and she’s somewhat aggressive about it in a very sweet way. This morning we woke up to a cloudy, but warm morning and I sat on the front porch with my coffee while Lucy chased around the garden cat, who tired of the game quickly and hid behind a tire of Kaity’s car. That didn’t stop Lucy though. For quite a while she walked around calling the garden cat, whose name is Sikorsky.

CORSY!!! 

Oh. There you are.

Come here, Corsy, and I will hug you and squeeze you and when you are bad I will pet you the wrong way.

After a while of Lucy pursuing her, Sikorsky stopped her walking in circles and just stared blankly at me for a moment.

 Really?

Poor cat.  If she only knew how much love and care Lucy would give her.

What Sikorsky imagines:

We’ve been wooing The Garden Cat for more than a year now.  For all her cuteness and loving intentions, I’m not sure Lucy is helping the situation much.

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Here we are at the ophthalmologist because Lucy decided to jab Rabbit in the eye with her sharp baby claws. Apparently she cut the crap out of it or something because it was more than a little stingy and it was making him cry his eyes sweat off and on for a couple of hours and since his eyes have already cost us thousands of dollars and are pretty much our bread and butter seeing as he can’t rightly fly without them, I didn’t have to push him at all to see the doctor.

Bla bla bla…  Appointment happened, appointment over, home now, just realized that I never finished this post so I’m going to finish it and publish it.  And it stinks too because I remember that I had something very funny to say about it all yesterday and now I can’t recall what it was.   It was probably awesome though so go ahead and chuckle a bit if you want.

Anyway, the appointment consisted of Rabbit being yelled at for sticking his finger in his eye by a doctor who wasn’t even seeing him, which is pretty much par for the course here at Mayport’s branch clinic. Then the eye doctor who he was there to see entered and examined the mess and told Rabbit that sweet Lucy had pretty much preformed a partial PRK eye surgery to Rabbits eyeball. Luckily it isn’t too serious and should be healed up by Monday at the latest but until then I get to look into my beloved’s striking blue eyes and see this:

It doesn’t appear as though Rabbit is holding much of a grudge towards his 20 month old baby girl though.

Which is probably good because Lucy doesn’t appear to be harboring any regrets about the whole thing either.

That’s all for now except I love having a camera that takes a somewhat decent picture even though I was born without a picture taking gene.

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I don’t use exclamation points.  Like almost never because when I see an exclamation point at the end of a sentence I read that sentence in my head with enthusiasm and most of the time it just doesn’t sound right and I feel cheated, like I just wasted excitement for nothing.  Also, I’m not a super enthusiastic type of person so most of what I say does not come out all exclamation pointy so why would I write any differently?

But tomorrow Rabbit gets home EARLY(!) from his nine six month deployment flying helicopters off in the middle of the Persian Gulf.

Do you know what it’s like to be away from half of yourself for 6 months?  If you’re a military wife, then yes you do and you know that it is a form of torture.  The emotional roller coaster is so difficult to describe, so hard to make somebody else understand.  The waiting. The loneliness…

But tomorrow Rabbit comes home, which is 3 months earlier than originally planned.  I am THISHAPPY about it and today has been pretty much the slowest day in history ever.  I made a list of a bunch of stuff to get done today to make the day go by faster.  I took my 6 boys to get their hair cut, I took them shopping for a gift for their dad, I took four 5 gallon water jugs to get filled up, dropped two packages off at the post office, bought packaging tape, and washed my bedding and had all of that done before noon. 

Slowest.
Day.
Ever.

There is so much to do but nothing to do and I’m B O R E D and watching the clock in this state of irritated excitement that is threatening to push me to drinking.

There will be plenty of pictures of the homecoming and I’ll be sure to try to remember to make a post with them before the whole thing becomes old news. 

YAY!

Enjoy that exclamation point, people.  I don’t hand these things out like candy, you know.  I don’t really make a habit handing out candy either so that doesn’t even make sense.

And remember, every time you don’t leave a comment a kitten gets fleas.

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A couple weeks ago we did this thing called Thanksgiving. It’s where you get together with some other people and make tons of food and eat as much of it as possible until you’re so full that you can barely even reach for more food. Then all of you, or most of you if there is a baby sleeping or something equivalently inhibiting, go to the beach and take a lot of pictures and then you come home and eat pie with an obnoxious amount of whipped topping and/or ice cream.
Also, it’s not Thanksgiving for my family unless somebody in the party vomits.

At least that’s the way we seem to be doing it these last few years.

Here is that day in picture overload.
(minus the vomit)

Mom, where is all the food?

No, seriously, where is all the food.

There is going to be food, right?

Yes boys.  Yes.  There is food.

Lots of food.

Lots and lots and lots of food

Mmmm…  Food.

AHHHH!  IT’S TOO MUCH!

FOOD
OVERLOAD
!

We did this thing where we took a white table cloth and everybody who ate Thanksgiving with us wrote what they were thankful for on it.

We’ll pull it out year after year and along with our guests we’ll add to it, making sure to put the date under each note.

Thanks to Taylor and Kait, there were tons of pictures of good friends being friendly. Tons.  Too many for me to post them all, but you know I have post some of them because that’s what I do.

Um… I don’t even know what to say about this next picture.

…

And now to the beach for recess!

Red Rover, Red Rover…

Send Cliffy and Gabe right over.

And then there is this picture of Wesley and Kait playing tag or something.

Which looks suspiciously similar to this picture taken the same week last year.  Teenagers these days.

Obviously, we had a very good Thanksgiving, people.
That’s all.

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A bunch of the kids were playing tag at the park last night and everytime any of the other kids came close to tagging Sam he would holler, You can’t tag me. I’m teleporting.  You can’t see me when I’m teleporting.
And then he would make a swishing sound and run away.

Then, this morning I heard the following after breakfast.

Joe: Sam, where did you get your teleporting device?
Sam: I got it when I was in college.  They just gave it to me.  It’s my driver’s license.

He also informed me this morning that he was 18.  When I asked him to tell me about how that happened he replied, It’s really a funny story.  Funnier than any of Gabe’s stories.  So funny that I can’t even talk about it.

He’s still five years old, I can assure you.  But he’s been to college and has his own teleporting device that he uses as a driver’s license.  Apparently I’m raising geniuses here.

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I have always wanted a segway but the truth is I have no idea what on earth I would do with it because I’m not a mall cop. So imagine my excitement when Kait sent me a link to this completely usable, totally justifyable, arguably necessary modified segway.

HELLO.

Do I really need to elaborate on why I’m posting this as one of my must have Christmas gift ideas?

I think I would likely cry tears of astonished joy if I found a segway vacuum cleaner combo under my Christmas tree this year. Or any year. Or any time. I would only need to add a fanny pack to the front with the name GOB on it.
If I have to explain that to you then we probably shouldn’t be friends anymore.

You can’t really buy this yet but I’m sure it will be released soon. Hopefully by Christmas so somebody awesome can buy it for me.

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These are my sponges. They’re the kind that go on the top of a soap filled handle. I have regular sponges too, however they declined my request for a quick photo op.

One of the pictured sponges got embarassing so I bought some new ones and tossed the evil sponge into the garbage.

However, if I had a Spongster I wouldn’t have had to throw out that evil sponge because it has a special slot for evil sponges and is labeled evil sponge.

It is supposed to help you know which sponge you use to wipe out your sink (apparently only evil sponges do this?) so you don’t use the wrong sponge for that. It also has a slot that says good sponge for the sponge that cleans your dishes and counters because evidently they aren’t as bacterialized (it’s a word) as your sink is? But I call false on that because any sponge that hasn’t been bleached and/or microwaved is evil in my book.

I used question marks in odd places in that last paragraph on purpose. Also, I lost my point somewhere back there.

Anyway, I need the good sponge, evil sponge rack because I don’t know why. Maybe so I can punish my sponge for being disgusting by putting it on the evil sponge rack. Also, if I had the Spongester I wouldn’t accidentally grab my evil sponge to wipe my mouth out in a panic just after I accidentally eat half a tube of superglue.

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