Happy 27 Justin, my bad on the boat.

So for Justin's birthday he wanted to rent a boat on base and take it to crab Island. I called to reserve a deck boat and it was taken so I asked if I needed to reserve a Pontoon boat and they said as long as we were there when they opened (8AM) it wouldn't be a problem. It was a problem. Apparently July 25th is a major holiday because there were like 30 people in line and all the boats were taken by the time Justin got to the front. Happy Birthday Babe. Sorry I stink. We had friends meeting us at the park to jump in the boat so I had to call and have them all meet at our place. We ended up going to the beach instead. It was a pretty fun day though.

When we got there, there were almost NO waves which is awesome. Awesome for me, not for Justin. Again, Happy Birthday babe. :) We had several boogie boards with us and Justin was all excited to go boogie boarding. Nope. He did graciously blow up my massive floatie and we tied all our floaties together and went out REALLY FAR. Uncomfortably far actually. Justin couldn't touch and was treading (how in the crap do you spell this, spell check doesn't like it but its in the dictionary!) water for like 20 minutes. (He's the man) So, it was Justin's birthday and he though playing sand volleyball would be fun and I agreed. I don't know why I agreed. I usually steer clear of anything athletic but I guess granted it was his birthday and nothing had gone his way yet. For those of you who don't know....I have like little to no depth perception. I was thinking it was getting better at home. Which makes sense (I promise to get back to volleyball) because at home you can "memorize" where things are. I can open the fridge door now and not smack myself in the face. Well...let's apply this to volleyball. It CHANGES ALL THE TIME! I remember one time in particular I SHOUTED "I got this!" and I hit the air 2 feet back. What in the world. I was sure I had it. I was positive. What a mess. A fun mess though. We played for a LONG time. I even dove once. I know...go me.

So after a long day at the beach we went to McGuire's Irish Pub & Restaurant and I was irritated because they wouldn't let us sit on the deck b.c there was no server. (on a Saturday!) and then I asked for a round table (they have these really cool huge round tables) and they sat us a a long narrow one where not one could talk to each other. Then the waiter forgot we were there for a birthday and they did the birthday thing AFTER they gave us our checks. Special. Overall it was a fun day. Justin swears he had fun. Hope so. Got some cute pics at least. That's all the really matters right????

Get on the boat, the banana boat.

Meet Percy, my fearless chihuahua. Percy loves his yellow Kayak. It means he gets to get out of his fence and go exploring. He doesn't mind other boats, jetskis, dolphins or jumping fish but man if there's a dog within site he just about bails off the boat to get to him. I think he might need a brother or sister. :) Mom and Jordan helped us get this kayak. It is bright yellow. I think they can see us in space. Yeah, pretty sure they can. It has a clear bottom. The best part....it's inflatable. Holla! We can take it anywhere with us. Can't wait to take it in the ocean instead of the bay.

what's gonna be in my blog you ask?

So I've been thinking about what I want this blog to be. I decided I want it to be a place where I can write what I've been up to and how I feel. A diary if you will. Only I can't write everything I would in a diary because people might read it and let's face it, you don't write 100% readable material in diaries, otherwise they would be public.

One thing I want to write about it my health. Lame-o I know. I want to feel like I have an outlet for the frustrations I go through and I think this might be a cure for some of those frustrations. I still don't really understand the blogging world or know who all have blogs but none the less, it will help me get stuff of my chest. I know some people who are close to me know a little about what I go through (nothing life threatening, slow that thought train down), but I think most people don't really know because I don't like to talk about it. But there's something about talking to a computer that seems a whole lot easier.

I think I'm afraid that if I talk about having any sort of health problems people will react one of 2 ways. #1. They will feel sorry for me and ask me all the time how I am doing. As nice as feeling like someone cares is, its also awkward and makes me feel "not normal." I am a perfectionist and I think for that reason it is almost impossible to get me to say anything other than "fine" when asked "how are you?" #2. Compassion fatigue. Did you know there was such a thing? Its under the word compassion in the dictionary. It literally means you get worn out of caring because you are exposed to something too much. I feel this way towards someone in my life. That is NOT how I want others to feel. Who knows, maybe someone will read this that is going through something similar and not feel so alone in the world.

On a lighter note, I also want to write about Percy's adventures (my fearless chihuahua) and life as an air force wife and what's going on in my Christian walk. Here goes nothin...

Stay at Home Shopper, my first Blog ever

So I guess I should start by explaining my blog title. If you have ever NOT been employed at one time or another, you might know what it feels like to meet someone new and have the opportunity to answer the question, "so, what do you do?"

There are several ways I could answer this question. Number one: I could say "nothing" and feel like a tool and catch them off gaurd gauranteeing an awkward moment of silence. Option number two: I could say I have a craft business from home which would then be followed with a multitude of questions where I try to explain how I make art from old windows. No one seems to get it. Option number 3: I could tell them I have pain in my left leg that makes it difficult to work. This option is usually the worst pick. The inquisitor will then assume the role of a doctor and ask me if I have had various tests run and keep trying to somehow diagnos me even after I tell them I have been to doctors for over 6 years regarding the matter. Option number 4: This seems to be the best option. I just simply state "I'm a stay at home shopper," get a laugh and move the conversation along.

My friends would tell you that this title very much applies. I am a mad coupon user and I know what sales are going on at what stores and even where everything is located. No joke. Lia once called me from Walmart just to ask me where to find something.

So there ya have it. i'm a stay at home shopper and now I'm starting a blog. Hopefully you will find it funny, honest and entertaining. Maybe it can be a way to stay closer to my family that lives so far away.