Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Grounds for Divorce 2

The bank on post offers free popcorn and soda for customers every week. Organizations such as FRGs can sign up to volunteer to hand out these freebies, and in doing so are paid a hefty check of $150. I chose to do the first shift (0845-1145) and in order to get the car, I had to drop The Hubby off at work at 0530. It was miserable.

Believe it or not, I actually learned how to operate a machine similar to the one pictured to the left. The oil/seasoning/butter packet that I had to squeeze out was really disgusting, but it made the popcorn itself quite delicious.

The original plan was to pick him up for lunch after I had finished my duties, but he was overwhelmed with work and could not leave. I dropped off a small bag of popcorn and a can of Coke Zero, but I knew that would not be enough to fill him up so I decided to come back and surprise him with lunch.

I rushed to the commissary and bought him a six-inch turkey/swiss sandwich from the deli with all the works and drove back to his office. When I got there, The Hubby was sitting at his desk with a bunch of his soldiers and they seemed to be having a jolly old time.

This is the conversation that followed:

[Hubby sees me, looks surprised. I hold out his sandwich.]

Me: Here, I brought you lunch.
Him: I said I didn't want anything!
Me: I know you're starving.
Him: Thanks!

[He looks down at the sandwich.]

Him: I wanted f*cking ham!!
Me: (death stare)
Him: Just kidding! I love you!

[I walk away and regret not taking back the sandwich for myself as all I had for breakfast and lunch were two cookies and apple cider.]

See Grounds for Divorce Part One here

Monday, November 29, 2010

If Only...

For now, we will just have to settle for a dog who continuously breaks out of her kennel and terrorizes the house. But one day (hopefully many, many years from now), we will have a dog who can do useful dog tricks.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Friday, November 26, 2010

Stuffed (Us, Not the Turkey)

Has anyone seen the new TBS commercial for "Wizard of Oz"? They play a rap song that is really unusual for such a film. The Hubby just overheard it on TV, came out of his workout room and said in an excited voice, "Power Rangers?!"---I don't know...

I asked The Hubby whether or not he has ever not had a real Thanksgiving meal. He said no, and it made me feel incredibly guilty for not providing a traditional turkey dinner for him. We still did not want to go through the trouble of cooking a whole bird so we ran to the grocery store at 9pm on Wednesday night. 

It was really crowded with last minute shoppers. We grabbed a fully cooked turkey breast, mashed potatoes in a box, apple cider mix, cranberry sauce, and tamales. The Hubby wanted me to take a picture of everything still in its packaging because it looked so pathetic.

There was a surprising amount of turkeys and hams left, probably due to us living near a military post. My sister told me that she went on Tuesday to find a turkey and they were completely out. I was thoroughly grossed out when I saw turduken for sale in a box.

Our turkey breast took an hour to heat up in the oven and was already seasoned. We still have at least a pound of meat left in the fridge.

The Hubby did the honor of cutting the turkey...with a cake knife because that's all that we had. He cut up really large steak-like slices.

And here is our Thanksgiving plate with a glass of wine. If you look carefully, you can see Bella from underneath the glass table top.

I tried to take a picture of us through our camera's timer, but The Hubby moved at the last second and ruined  it.

Bella tried to nudge her way through to a bite of my tamale, which she later ate as The Hubby was scraping my plate into the trash can. She grabbed the sucker as it was dropping into the garbage and The Hubby just watched in shock. Can you see how thick my turkey piece was?

I barely dented my plate. I ate the rest of it for brunch today. By the way, we do not have a microwave so I had to reheat it in a skillet.

We made a dozen sugar cookies for dessert. Guess how many cookies we have left?

Oh, Bella. Thank you for warming my feet for me. The temperature dropped thirty degrees in one day and is thoroughly unpleasant. We may pick up some firewood for our fireplace later today.

Hope you all had a great Thanksgiving!

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Gobble Gobble

Lots of love from the three of us here in Texas!

Picture via Pinterest. Dotted tape via Pugly Pixel

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Thanksgiving Confusion

Tomorrow is our first Thanksgiving as a married couple. My family has never been big on this national holiday, or really any holiday other than Chinese New Year's. I remember specifically one year we ate in front of the television watching "Spider Man 2" and ate Chinese chicken salad from Costco. 

I have gone to a church every Thanksgiving morning since 2003 to help with their soup kitchen. It was a wonderful tradition. I looked into soup kitchens in this area, but could not find any information. I think if our schedule permits it, I would like to volunteer on Christmas morning instead.

If my memory serves me right, The Hubby and I have tried to juggle Thanksgiving back in California only twice. The other years he stayed back east. I remember running from one house to the other and one year we missed dinner at all the houses.

This year, we have zero plans. The Martha Stewart in me wants to host a giant party for all the single soldiers in The Hubby's platoon, but one of his sergeants is already taking care of that front. We were invited to that gathering, but The Hubby decided to politely decline because no one needs to have "The Boss" around to ruin their day off. 

I'm not too fond of the idea of making an entire meal for just the two of us and even the ready-made meals are too large for us. But at least I'll bake a pumpkin pie. That's festive, right?

Nana and Pop asked us to keep an eye out for a delivery yesterday. I was worried that I would miss it due to The Hubby's somewhat impromptu promotion ceremony, but I got back home right in time for the UPS man to ring our doorbell.

In the package was a box of Shari's Berries, still cold and in prefect condition due to careful and clever packaging.

The Hubby's wonderful grandparents sent us a dozen dark chocolate covered strawberries--a "healthy snack". Can you guess whether or not I was able to wait for The Hubby to come home before gobbling one down?

Since strawberries go bad pretty quickly, we took it upon ourselves to eat as much as we could yesterday.

Thanks for the special Thanksgiving treat, Nana and Pop!

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

No Longer the Newbie

The Hubby was promoted from a second lieutenant to a first lieutenant today during a short ceremony on post. It was a last minute event--as in we didn't find out about it until this morning. We knew that a promotion was bound to happen this month, but with NTC and the holiday, it was difficult to fit in into the schedule. 

The Lieutenant Colonel conducted the ceremony. He's the guy who almost scared me to death when he called to tell me how spectacular The Hubby is doing.

The entire company was there to watch the four "butter bars" rise in the ranks. Another soldier's girlfriend and I were the only women around and we just stood awkwardly in the corner.

The company' executive officer read aloud the promotion orders.

It was then my turn to step up and pin on his new bar. The Lt. Col. said that it was tradition to punch it on him so I took it to heart, stepped back, and gave him a good one right in his chest. He had to stumble back in order to maintain his balance. There were a lot of giggles from the crowd. Wait, do soldiers giggle?

The Hubby was punched much harder by at least three others. I suppose he can be grateful that it is just a velcro pin instead of something with pointed edges. I will never understand Army traditions.

I was also given permission to give my husband a kiss, which is typically taboo whenever he is in uniform. This would explain why The Hubby gave me such a wimpy peck.

And a big round of applause to the new First Lieutenants!

Another part of the promotion ritual is to repeat their Oath of Office, something they once said during their West Point graduation May of last year.

Each man had a chance to say a few words to the audience. The Hubby thanked me at the end. I mean he kinda had to, didn't he?

Him after seeing this video: "Yeah. I'm a bitch."

Hahaha! Even the Lt. Col. was laughing in the back and you can hear the "aww"'s coming from the crowd.

Everyone took their turn in congratulating the four of them.

The company commander handed The Hubby a new pin for his beret. Can you see The Hubby's hat hair? Who thought that wool hats would be a good choice for hot afternoons?

The Hubby's soldiers lined up to shake his hand and give him a salute. I really enjoyed watching the interaction between him and his men. I could definitely see the admiration and respect they have for my husband. Sometimes, I am glad I do not work so that I am fortunate enough to be there for special moments like this.

We took one last hurried picture before I left him to go back to work. His new rank really stands out, doesn't it? I felt slightly overdressed for the ceremony, but promotions are few and far between so why not? 

His promotion means several things to us. Sure, the pay raise is nice (ah, sweet relief!), but it also represents a great more amount of respect. He is no longer the new kid on the block because the new rank also means more experience.

I could not be prouder and I am excited to stand by his side for many more promotions and ceremonies to come.

Monday, November 22, 2010

On Repeat: I just might never ever let you go

I haven't got a clue if you're the one
But I like you
And ooh I like how you make me feel
I wanna do this right
Don't wanna waste this night
But I'm drowning
Drowning in your love

Bring me flowers
And talk for hours
And ooh I like you
And ooh I like how you make me feel
Kiss my face
Your warm embrace
And ooh I like you
And ooh I like how you make me feel

I'm a little scared to hold you close
Cause I just might never ever let you go
Caught up in your smile
I'm happy as a child
But I'm still drowning
Drowning in your love

Bring me flowers
And talk for hours
And ooh I like you
And ooh I like how you make me feel
Kiss my face
Your warm embrace
And ooh I like you
And ooh I like how you make me feel

Oh, do do do do do do do

Your heart cares for nothing in return
And I'm just taking
Taking you in
Caught up in your smile
I'm happy as a child
But I'm still drowning
Drowning in your love

Bring me flowers

Virtual Shopping: Oh Joy!

Almost too pretty to use, from Oh Joy!

I also adore the Oh Joy! blog. So inspirational.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Friday, November 19, 2010

Let's Make: Nutella Waffles

The Hubby texted me at 0400 Wednesday morning to pick him up. He ended up sleeping most of the day, but I interrupted his beauty rest by waking him up for breakfast. I was afraid that he would catch me in my shenanigans when the UPS man rang the doorbell and Bella started barking, but he had no clue.

I made him scrambled eggs with mozzarella cheese, turkey sausage, and Nutella waffles. It looks really unimpressive, but let me assure you that it was delicious.

There is already a Nutella waffle recipe online, but I did not want to use buttermilk. Here is the recipe I used, which I adjusted from this one. You can easily add extra Nutella and chocolate chips for an extra sweet breakfast. I substituted the milk for almond milk.

My original plan was breakfast in bed, but waffles are not easy to serve because of all the extra condiments. I brought this entire tray to him and he decided to eat it at the table instead. It's the thought that counts!

*Paper elements from Pugly Pixel

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Escape Artist

The Hubby and I decided to take advantage of his day off and finally eat some Texas BBQ. We went to The Salt Lick in Round Rock, TX. It has been featured as "the best" in numerous television specials, including The Best Thing I Ever Ate and Man v. Food

On the way there, we saw this on the road in front of us. It was pretty trippy.

One of the three Salt Lick locations.

I love outdoor seating and hanging lights are always adorable. Unfortunately, this was probably the best thing about The Salt Lick.

I ordered the beef brisket, sausage, and pork ribs combination plate for $10.95. It came with sides of coleslaw, beans, and potato salad. I enjoyed the brisket and the potato salad, but it definitely was not as incredible as everyone claimed it to be.

The Hubby ordered the overpriced beef ribs plate ($14.95). He said that Lucille's BBQ was much better, which is really quite sad since California is not necessarily known for it's BBQ. I think what we really need to find is some hole in the wall joint in a small town. 

When we came home, we found Bella impatiently waiting for us in the laundry room, which was strange because when we left her she was locked up in her cage. I don't know how she manages to break out so often. The Hubby quickly did a scan of the damage to her house as she is known for making gigantic messes when left on her own. 

We found that she had gotten into her very expensive bag of dog food (which she has thrown up twice since we got home), peed on the carpet in our bedroom for the fourth time, grabbed The Hubby's toiletry bag from the counter and ate what she could, and dragged the trash through the bathroom. 

The video below makes me laugh for several reasons:
1) I captured Bella's "Guilty Face" which I find so funny. Her entire face scrunches up and it looks like she's squinting. 
2) I had to pause when I said "Did you eat Daddy's......toothbrush?" I completely forgot the word for it because it was almost unrecognizable. 
3) She snarls at me around 0:32 and I captured that on video.

The Hubby is at the grocery store on his own while I monitor Bella in case she throws up again. It will be interesting to see what he comes home with. 

I have a feeling that we will hear vomiting noises in the middle of the night. She is currently pacing the living room because she does not have a soft surface to sleep on now that she threw up on her bed.

*Paper elements from Pugly Pixel

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

An Oreo Upgrade

I'm not a huge fan of Oreo cookies. Blasphemous, I know. But last year around the holiday season I found a box of limited edition Mint Fudge Covered Oreos on clearance and they were delicious. However, they were also completely overpriced, even at 25% off. I took the recipe for Mint Thins and covered regular Oreo cookies instead of Ritz crackers like the original recipe calls for. And guess what? They taste exactly the same.

I bet this recipe would work wonderfully with graham crackers, marshmallows, Nilla wafers...The possibilities are endless. The amount of chocolate in this recipe only covered ten Oreos. I highly suggest you double it because you will be popping these cookies in your mouth every time you open the refrigerator. 

I ate one for quality assurance. It's a hard job, but somebody has got to do it.

These will be sitting pretty in the fridge, waiting for The Hubby's return.

*Paper elements from Pugly Pixel

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Monday, November 15, 2010

Brain Dump

  • I went to the dentist today for the first time in close to two years. No new cavities, but it turns out that all of my silver fillings need to be replaced---which is like every single tooth. Who knew that the cavities I had in the third grade would come back and haunt me again? Brush your teeth and floss, kids!
  • I had no tooth pain while I was at the dentist until right now. One of my lower left teeth is throbbing. It's reminiscent of when I banged my face against a metal bar.
  • I saw a Guppy's Coffee in one of the malls here. Gave me flashbacks of my waitressing days. I definitely have a form of PTSD from that experience-->
  • The Hubby's company will be on the first flight home from NTC as a reward for kicking major booty. Unfortunately, I still don't have a specific time as to when I can pick him up. It can range from anywhere between Tuesday night and Wednesday morning. I'm just hoping not 3am or something ridiculous like that.
  • Penny is here for her weekly sleepover. She loves being outdoors, but Bella does not. I am keeping a tally of how many times I have to let them in and out to the backyard. The count is up to three, and she's only been here for about 45 minutes. I asked her owner to bring a bone for her to chew on so that she can stay occupied outside instead of digging up our flower bed. Poor Bella is definitely feeling jealous and now she suddenly wants to be outside, too.
  • I got extremely lost Saturday night in the suburbs of Killeen. I had got off on the wrong ramp and the GPS decided that the quickest route back home was to go through some dark residential areas. I'm not sure why, but Texas has something against street lights. The GPS kept directing me to a closed road and would not recalculate any other way. It was a disaster. I had absolutely no idea which direction I was facing or even what part of town I was in. Eventually, I saw another car bypass the large "road closed" sign and so I followed. Turns out it was some unlit gravel path and it was the scariest one mile I had ever driven. All I could think of was that if I had a flat tire no one would ever find me, which actually isn't true, but it sure had my heart racing. I think Bella could sense my anxiety because she was extremely alert instead of sleeping in the backseat like she normally does. I definitely will not be doing that again.
  • It reminded me of this "Office" scene where Michael drove into a lake because the GPS told him to.

On Repeat: I will never go, babe, hell no.

Regina Spektor and Sondre Lerche team up for this beautiful song titled "Hell No"

I know I was out of line 
you were way out of your mind 
wrapped up in my reveries 
causing all this misery 

hear me out 
if ever there's a chance in heaven (or in hell) 
to slowly forget the past and the bandage 

be careful you fool, there are certain rules 
even for a fellow like you 
but don't be alarmed, no one gets harmed 
I will never go, babe, hell no 

maybe I was in the dark 
but why'd you have to steal my heart? 
well, I didn't plan to go berserk 
baby, you were such a jerk 

well just hear me out 
I can't believe the things I said (i know!) 
I obviously was removed from my senses 

be careful you fool, there are certain rules 
even for a fellow like you 
but don't be alarmed, no one gets harmed 
I will never go, babe, hell no 

Sunday, November 14, 2010

My Husband is Awesome.

This morning I was not woken up by the sound of urine hitting the carpet. Instead I had a phone call from the battalion commander! (Refer to Army Crash Course to see how high up he is.)

It's not every day that one lowly wife receives a call from a Lieutenant Colonel.

This is how the conversation went. Or at least how I remember it. I have changed his name to Pocahontas's sweetheart. The Disney version. My thoughts are in parentheses:

Me: Hello? (I saw the 254 area code and thought it was the vet calling to check up on Bella)
Him: Min?
Me: Yes?
Him: It's John Smith. (Oh, sh*t. I hope The Hubby isn't hurt. Calm down.)
Me: Oh! Hi! How are you? (At least I hope I asked him how he's doing.)
Him: I'm well. I just wanted to call and tell you how proud I am of The Hubby. He did a spectacular job here and he went above and beyond my expectations. (Yeah, I know my husband is amazing. Glad you see it too, sir!)
Me: Oh, wow. Well thank you for letting me know. I really appreciate it.
Him: You should be very proud of him, too. (Well, that's a given.)
Me: Oh, I am already. I'll be sure to pass this along to his family. I'm sure they'll be glad to hear it. (I'm going to blog about this!)
Him: And I'll try to get him home within the next few days. (Thank goodness!)
Me: Yeah, that would be nice.
Him: *Chuckle* It would be, wouldn't it? Well, take care.
Me: Thank you for calling!

Things to take away from this phone call:
1. I have a kick ass husband. It's confirmed. A Lt. Colonel said so.
2. I like that John Smith didn't introduce himself as Lt.Col. Smith. It makes him sound friendlier.
3. I should probably wake up before 0930 so that I don't sound groggy the next time someone important calls me.
4. I need to stop starting my sentences with, "Oh!"
5. The Hubby is going to be just fine in Iraq.
6. The Hubby chose the right career path.
7. I'm prouder than ever.
8. I'm sure his family and friends are, too!

Future Stylish Kiddo

Is it bad that the only reason I want a kid at this moment is so that I can dress him/her up in fashionable and tiny clothes? Or is it a good thing that I realize I'm crazy and not ready for offspring? Either way, I can't help but swoon over little pint sized wardrobes. 

Zara has ridiculously adorable (and expensive) collections for boys and girls. But even if we had children, there's no way I would spend so much money on clothes that would only last for a few months. One can still dream:

Can't they make adult sized versions for me?

*Paper elements from Pugly Pixel

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Furry Couch Potato

This is the conclusion of Bella week! I wish I had a grand finale, but I couldn't think of anything clever. Plus, I am lazy. All I have for you is a compilation of Bella on the couch. Exciting, I know.

Enjoying some bonding time before NTC.

Bella makes a good pillow.

Dog pile!

Keeping my legs warm.

Camera whore.

And of course this was all before this post on poop juices.

We're off to take a nap! I have been sleeping horribly lately and am quite exhausted. Have a wonderful weekend!

P.S. to family members: Brandon has access to his phone now and sounds very good. He said that this past month's training has mostly been fun. The battalion is scheduled to come back sometime between the 16th and 18th. I would like to know exactly when ASAP so that I can know how much time I have to get the house back into shape.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Smart, But Stubborn

First poop on yesterday's entry, and now urine in this one? Oh, I'll never be taken seriously now. Bella woke me up yesterday morning with the sound of her urine. She squatted for at least a full minute, and if you think I'm exaggerating, it took three large ShamWows and one small one to sop it all up. I put a dime next to the lip-shaped puddle so that you can gauge the size of it for yourself. 

Just as I had predicted, the steroid shot made her urinate five times more than usual yesterday. And it resulted in me cleaning the mess up in my skivvies while she just sat there and watched, laughing. Okay, not laughing, but she definitely did not look guilty at all.

By the way, I know how disgusting this picture is. All the pet fur on the carpet just makes it worse, but at least it inspired me to finally whip our our vacuum cleaner again.

Bella has many flaws, including her refusal to be housebroken, her attachment issues, and her health, but her smarts makes up for it. I wish I could find a video of her ringing a bell with her nose when she had to go out and use the bathroom (which obviously would have been useful yesterday morning). Sometimes, she's a little too smart for her own good. I decided to make a list of all of the English words/phrases she has learned over time. While some of them seem repetitive, they all mean different things to her. 

For example, "sit" means to sit while "go sit down" means to sit on her bed. And some phrases are universal. "Go inside" can mean inside a bathtub, her kennel, the house, or a closet. 

The following is a video of her doing some of her commands. She has trouble sitting on our floors without sliding into a "down" position so I think that is what happened in the beginning. Or, she just knows that if she exposes her belly she'll get some lovin'. 

And this next video is just a downright diss. So disrespectful to the person who provides sustenance. Bella can be very stubborn sometimes.

Bella is also responsive to non-verbal visuals or sounds. She goes absolutely nuts when I pick up my keys, grab my purse, or grab her leash because this means that either I am leaving or she is going out too. She also gets antsy when I spend a lot of time in front of the mirror or get dressed in real clothes, which is just a sign of how rare it is for me to get out of the house.

My favorite way to get her attention is to ask, "Are you hungry?" She licks her lips and leads the way to the laundry room where we store her kibble. Stretching is one of the signs that she's excited. I guess she just wants to be limber for what is ahead.

*Paper elements from Pugly Pixel