If our walls had ears...

Sunday, when I'm wondering if I'll be free to go to airport to pick up Soldier Boy:

Me *hangs up phone*: "Woo hoo! No Inbound today!"

DH *stops cold in the hall, looking at me with a look of complete confusion*: "Hunh?"

Me *wondering why he's wondering*: "No. Inbound. Mission. Today. At. All. So, I won't have to go in to open the clinic." *Dur to him*

DH *the light has dawned*: "OH! I thought you said 'No inhibitions today.' "

Me *giggle*: "Ah, I can see why you were so confused."

DH: "Yeah, I was wondering how it was going to be different than any other day around here."

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This evening, talking about the changes in the young 'uns since Biggest Brother has seen them:

Mom: "I always thought that, if you give kids freedom to express themselves in their hair and make-up and music and clothes, they wouldn't feel the need to constantly rebel about absolutely everything. And then Her Royal Highness came along, and showed me I was wrong."

Soldier Boy: "Well, she's your only girl."

Daddy: "And your parents had four. Now you know why they drank."

Soldier Boy *laughing so hard he turns bright red and can barely talk*: "Oh, it's wrong to be laughing about this, isn't it?"

I forgot how they gang up on me...

;-D He's only here for two tiny weeks. I think I can handle it.

BTW, didja see his hawt picture?

A Warning to Memphis Steve!

Baby, I know you have this weird Down-Under fetish, despite the plethora of venomous snakes and spiders infesting the creepy land-for-which-I-am-profoundly-grateful-is-not-connected-by-land-to-any-other.

However, my ab-fab cousin-in-law sent out a warning of yet another bizarre Australian creature to beware:

The Giant Caterpillar

Does it make you think twice, Stevie?

Prolly not, but I'm a big fan of informed consent, so that, years later, we can all laugh and say that you were warned...

I don't know where she gets it...

This is the way Girl-child went to school today.

Apparently, she's been doing this all week.

Why?

I'm quite sure I don't know.

I blame her father.

Just sayin'.

Firsts

These are my firsts. If I tag you it means I'm not sure I know how to tag anybody, but I want to know yours anyhoo. Copy and paste this note into your notes, delete my answers and fill yours in. Tag me back and anyone else whose "firsts" you wanna know about...

Your Firsts

1. Who was your FIRST prom date?
Scott, GHS '84, he was the school mascot, made a verrrry sexy tiger, for his Sr prom. I didn't go to my Sr prom. I didn't want to bother with looking for a babysitter.

2. Do you still talk to your FIRST love?
Sadly, no, though I'd like to.

3. What was your 1st alcoholic drink?
Geez, I was born into a family of Irish drunks, so I probably got sips in infancy. That I can officially remember? Communion wine. Homemade by an old guy at church. Kept me spiritual for a long while.

4. What was your first job?
Library assistant in the Children's section, before Huntville Public Library became Fort Book.

5. What was your FIRST car?
1974 Pinto. It was blue before it rusted out. I got it much later than that, for a whopping $200.

6. Who was the FIRST person to text you today?
Husband. He wrote to tell me he loved me.

7. Who is the FIRST person you thought of this morning?
?? Geez, I have no idea. I get up too early to think. Maybe the guy who attempted suicide, because I'm on a special team to try to figure out how we could've stopped it. My suggestion is that we do rigorous psych testing before we let anybody join the Army...but then, I probably wouldn't have been allowed in. ;-D

8. Who was your FIRST grade teacher?
Mrs. McCrary or Nance at Mountain Gap, one was 1st, one was 2nd. They were both blonde, and beautiful to me. Mrs. Nance looked like Elizabeth Montgomery.

9. Where did you go on your FIRST ride on an airplane?
From AL to CA, to try to marry the daddy of my first baby. That's on the "Gee, am I glad that fell through" list.

10. Who was your FIRST best friend & do you still talk?
Suzanne, redhaired, 3rd grade, and no.

11. Where was your FIRST sleep over?
? Probably Suzanne's?

12. Who was the FIRST person you talked to today?
My husband. Being as he's in the same room and all.

13. Whose wedding were you in the FIRST time?
I was supposed to be a flower girl for my Aunt M's when I was two, although my mom tried to talk her out of it. At the rehearsal, I spent my time running in between the minister's legs. My aunt looked at my mom and finally agreed that maybe I wasn't ready for the big time. I don't think I got another shot until my first wedding - that's on the "learning experience" list. I've always been a bride, never a bride's maid.

14. What was the FIRST thing you did this morning?
Looked at the clock, groaned, wondered why I couldn't sleep all the way to the alarm, and tried to fall asleep again.

15. What was the FIRST concert you ever went to?
Heart, with Michael Bolton, 1988.

16. FIRST tattoo?
My Goddess, on my left side, at the botton of the ribs. see August 2008. Only spot I could find that wasn't too furry or stretched out. That's only funny if you're in your 20's and have never been pregnant.

17. First piercing?
Ears when I was 13, one limit my mom actually set and stuck to. Aunt M took me.

18. First foreign country you've been to?
Deutschland, my current duty station. It rocks here.

Mission Accomplished

We did it! I was serious about making the biggest snowmonster evah (by us, that is). We pulled out buckets and dustpans and brooms to sweep and scoop. We decided to set up across the parking lot in the field, so we could admire our handiwork from inside. I thought about building it in front of our parking spot, but wanted it to be really visible, so everybody could enjoy.

I like to share, after all.

Boy-child was interested until about this high.

Then he decided to do his own thing.

Mommy, however, will not be deterred.
This may be the last snow,
and I want to leave something to show for it.
Something a wee bit more lasting than Pineappleman's snow art.

(Heh. I said "wee.")

Cute, eh?
Daddy came up with the final touch -
hope the Soviet hat doesn't make the guards nervous...

An hour after we came back into the heat, Don looks outside and is annoyed that other kids are messing with him. I think it's okay, because they were just outside playing with us, they know who built him, and we put him there for everybody, right? It's okay if they want to add some extra touches.

Well, they touched a whole lot extra... they flattened him. Little cretins.
They were little kids, younger than Boychild, not evil adolescents or anything. I'm flabbergasted. What shall I say to the little beasts the next time they want to come inside and play?



Oh well, at least we took pictures...
and Boychild and I had a lot of fun together.
They can't smash that.