There is a first for everything

....well most of the time anyways.  I feel it is my duty to lay down (as concrete evidence) some of my quirps, pet peeves, and view points--so here is my attempt at blogging:

Me- "What did we see at the beach?"
Matthew- "Crap"
Me- "You mean crabs?"
Matthew- "Yeah crap."
 End of conversation.

I feel that too often conversations with my three year old are more productive and entertaining than the ones that I have with adults.  It may be that I am partial to my child's humor and "accent" but I lean more towards the fact that a large number of "adults" that I regularly interact with just end up pissing me off.

Since I have stopped smoking (2 months now) I have found myself  biting my tongue more often than before--a shocker, I know.  So instead of just getting frustrated and half-fake-smiling during a ridiculous conversation I pretend to not hear the person.  I can be standing right next to them and stare into space like a foreigner.  Then I slowly walk away--so if I walk away from you staring into the unknown please take note that I am not an airhead but that it is in your best interest that we part our ways.

The point of this recent (and first) blog is to express my gratitude and disgust of some army wives.  I know, this is where I begin to offend some-but i wont be apologizing.  Why??  Because:
1.  I married my husband after Sept 2001 meaning I knew ahead of time he would have to deploy.
2.  Although I have been lucky enough to never have to pay for health insurance, I understand that it is expensive therefore I will not bitch and moan about waiting an hour at the ER for a runny nose/headache.
3.  I was not born and raised under a rock--it is common sense that if you are in the military you will move.  Not when you want to and not when your spouse wants to--but when the military wants you to-no questions asked.  No one wants to leave their family, no one wants to leave their friends, but if it puts a roof over my head and food in my family's tummy then Ill live in Brazil if I have to.

 In 57 days we begin our trek to "The Last Frontier".  It will be an amazing adventure filled with firsts for everyone involved. 

So as I listen to Matthew make T-Rex noises while watching Jurassic Park and hear my dog licking his newly snipped baby makers I sit here and think about the "quality time" I will be missing come December when my husband's mistress (AKA Afghanistan) takes him away for a year.  Yet I am not mad at him or the Army, why??  Because I chose this lifestyle just as much as he did.  Just as much as every other military spouse out there---put your big girl panties on...please.
Until next time...