Unexplained Edward Phenomena...

Something happened last night that will boggle your mind.

Dear Hubby and I finally got a date night. We drove into "the city", had some dinner at Mongolian Grill (which is this totally interesting place where you fill a bowl up with a bunch of frozen ingredients, top it off with noodles and whatever sauce mixture you choose and then hand it off to a guy who dumps it on a flat iron thing and walks it around in circles until it's all cooked through and puts it back into a bowl fo you to eat!), did some Christmas shopping for the kids at Toys R Us and Kohls and then went and saw the movie "Twilight".

I know what you are thinking, blogoshpere peeps. You are thinking, "Ugh! Not another post about that!" I promise you this isn't another one of those boring Twilight posts that are lurking on a million blogs around the internet. I will not give away secrets of the books (because I haven't read them!) or the ending of the movie (as if there was one!). I will not sit here and spout off at the mouth about how Bella and Edward are meant to be together (which they sooooo are!) or how the movie was the best love story I have witnessed in quite some time (although it totally was!) or how it left me feeling tingly and wishful (which it most certainly did!).

What this post is going to be about is the fact that I went to bed last night thinking about Edward watching Bella in her sleep. I was a bit freaked out by that and completely for it all in the same thought. There is something weirdly erotic about someone watching me sleep. It is strange in a stalker-esque kind of way and yet would make me feel safe and protected to know that someone stood watch over me...and loved. Yes, very loved.

Anyway, I got off track...so I went to bed last night (extremely late and knowing that I had to wake up early!) and when I woke this morning I found this...

Edward fucking bit me in my sleep!!! Holy Hell-a-cious-ness! For reals, people. I fucking got bit!

Damn vampires!

*giggle*

Yahoo can talk? WTF moment of the day...

I tried to log into my yahoo account and instead of getting into my mail, these are the words I saw on the screen...

Can't talk now. System's down.

Sorry for the holdup. Looks like a temporary glitch in our network has part of Yahoo! mail down, so you're briefly without service. Rest assured the alarms are blaring in the basement and our team is working frantically to get you up and running ASAP. Again, the snag is on our end — so there's no need for you to do a thing.

Back to it,
Yahoo! Mail Team

Really? I wasn't aware that Yahoo could actually talk to me. But the humor that these Yahoo geeks tried to put into this message made me smile. Funny...but still a WTF moment. :)

Realization blowing in...

I realized something today. 

I have a newly formed habit that stems from an old fear.

Sirens started blaring outside my office this morning.  I didn't get up from my desk to see what they were because I just assumed the worst and my immediate reaction was...to text this to my hubby...

Lots of sirens...u alive n well?

This isn't the first time I have done this in the past several months.  It seems that sirens have begun to freak me out.  Accidents, fires, anything requiring emergency personnel...it all sends chills up my spine and has me reaching for my phone to make sure Dear Hubby is okay and in no way involved.  There is a general assumption that the kids are okay if they are with me or in school but Hubby is a different story.  I never know.  What if he was out on a test drive and the brakes on the car failed?  What if he was working under the hood and a battery exploded in his face?  (That one is a real concern...it happened once!...and the reason we got supplemental insurance!)  It just scares me to think that he could be next.  He could be in that car on the interstate that just drove right off the road without hitting the brakes, jumped over a culvert and landed on the other side.  He could have been the one.  Or could be the one, I mean. 

You just never know. 

I am thankful for text messaging and the ability to know right away if my love is safe. 

Operation Girls Care: Update...

My original idea has exploded!  The Girls were going to send three care packages to Soldiers stationed in Iraq but that didn't happen.

Word has spread and our mission has been adopted by others.  The total count now is 9 large care packages and 3 small ones.  That is twelve soldiers that will receive a surprise gift this Christmas.  Some love in a box.  A little extra courage to get through this holiday season in the sweltering desert. 

Wanna know a bit about the soldiers we are sending our thanks to?  Here they are...(in list form since it is List Making Tuesday!)

My boss and her two granddaughters put together Care Packages for the following two soldiers:

• MSG Gerald was born and raised in South Dakota and is a member of the Army Reserves.  He was a high school principal and now uses his talents as a  volunteer with the Iraqi Boy Scouts.
• SGT Shannon is from South Dakota as well and has her family here.  She volunteers her free time in Iraq with the Girl Scout organization there.

My mom and some of her fellow co-workers at the Post Office have offered to fill Care Packages and send them to these individuals:

• Major Sina works midnight to 1100 and rarely takes time for herself.  She is a dedicated Army Soldier.
• Mac is a friend of my little sister's.  He is in the Army and has a fiance waiting for him to come home. 
• Major Jennifer is the amazing Air Force soldier who sent me all these names.  She paid close attention to the soldiers that needed a little something extra and is therefore an integral part in this process and deserves some care herself.

The Girl Scouts put together Care Packages for the following Soldiers:

• AK1 Randal is a born and raised Navy Sailor who is volunteering with the Iraqi Boy Scouts.
• Major William has a broken foot and has received very few letters from home.  He spends most of his time at a desk because crutches limit his movement in the sand, gravel and rocks of the Iraq terrain. 
• LT Laura is often found caring for others and rarely focuses on herself. 
• Major Josie is my best friend and she deserves a care package just because.  But really she is an Adult Girl Scout who has won the Woman of Distinction Award and is a volunteer with the Iraqi Girl Scouts, as well. 
• SGT Joesph, SPC James, and PFC Todd are all getting smaller versions of our Care Packages.  All three of them are young Army Soldiers that sit and verify that all personnel entering a Top Secret area have the correct badge displayed and they rarely get acknowledged.

 

So that is them.  The Soldiers that will be receiving letters, food, fun stuff, snowflakes and pictures picked out by my 15 little girls (aged 6 to 8 years).  What a wonderful task.  :)

Betcha didn't know...

I have been totally MIA for the last four days!

I wrote five blog entries on Wednesday and pre programmed them to run on the right day! I am just soooo good. You never even knew did ya? :)

Here's what I have been up to...in pictures because I am still recovering and have a million things to do this week!!!

I made my contribution for the Thanksgiving feast...

...and everyone loved it, of course.

I let my daughter loose with my camera...

...and marveled at the results.

Lady K and I went Black Friday shopping...

...at 4 am!

We took the kids to a Parade of Lights...

...and laughed at Palm Trees at Christmas.

We went on our annual Tree Hunt excursion...

...and had to be pushed and pulled out of the snow!

And then my camera batteries died...

...but not before I took these!

The truth is that I didn't enjoy the past four days all that much as I was living them. But looking back at the pictures now, I realize that I need to pull my head out of my ass and get in the holiday spirit. So what if things have changed? So what if it's harder than hell to get out of bed and face the day sometimes? Do you see these pictures? Yeah. Me too. Life is for living and living is good. I am thankful for my life and my family...even if it is a few days late.