I wanted to post about this ASAP and that means it will be a quick one, but the annual Project Valour-IT competition is ON and you KNOW we're rocking the Army Team Widget!
Make sure that between now and Veterans' Day, you make a donation to Project Valour-IT. The Soldiers' Angels' website has all you need to know to learn how the program started and what it's been up to recently.
The soldier who first posited the idea for Project Valour-IT, the then "CPT Z", is someone I have a great deal of respect for and whose wife, Mrs. Z, I work with in other military support work.
Keep in mind, the first team to $60k "wins" and that, my dear readers, will be the ARMY "HOOAH!"
Do not miss this opportunity to help our bravest souls communicate with their families, friends, and the buddies still fighting the good fight. By contributing to Project Valour-IT, you will put laptops and voice-assisted technology in the laps of lots of deserving wounded veterans.
I wore a Michigan sweatshirt to the party last night. Amidst all Ohio State fans, they thought I was in costume anyway. It took quite a bit of the party to pass before they knew differently. Whatever works.
One couple, who is apparently famous for their costumes, walked away with the prize again this year. The wife was basically a shower--she was dressed in white sweats that had been painted on to look like tile all along the front. Then, circled in tubing around her waist, there were the hot & cold water dials plus a scrunchee for scrubbing up. A couple tubes went from the backside of the waist ring straight up over her head to support another ring which held an actual shower curtain! It was amazing. Her husband wore a robe and a body stocking underneath with, shall we say, the appropriate accessories to cap of their "Obscene Shower Scene" theme. It was a riot.
Hubs, in his Greatest American Hero costume, took home the 'scariest' prize. The Phantom of the Opera couple appeared royally pissed at that. I'm pretty sure they had it in their mind that the scary prize was locked up for sure for them. However, anyone who knows Hubs was frightened by his red suit, but more by the curly, blonde wig he wore...SCARY.
This, by the way, is NOT Hubs, but the promotional photo from the site where Hubs ordered his one-of-a-kind (thank G-d!) superhero costume. He was very good about his costume and wore his wig the entire night. Can you imagine?!
Although the cat of the house was nowhere to be seen, his dander worked its magic on me such that I needed to take an entire decongestant when I got home...talk about groggy this morning! Maybe it will make me write better? At the very least, it will make me think I'm writing better and that's enough for me!
I need a clone to be the carefree, fun me for the next few months.
If she were here, I'd send her to the Halloween Party Hubs and I are going to in a bit rather than going myself. I'd stay home and work on this damn law review paper that is kicking my arse and is due Monday.
Did I mention that's how I spent my entire week off?
Did I mention I haven't done a lick of reading for next week?
Did I mention I'm booked out the ying-yang for next week and I'm dyspeptic just thinking about it?
Did I mention I don't (honestly) enjoy going to parties when I have things to do...and I especially do not enjoy dressing up in costome. So, I'm not. More than that, I despise the incessant, "Where is your costume? Why didn't you dress up?"
Um. Because I'm 35 and I didn't enjoy dressing up as a child when I had no choice, but now that I do, I refuse to do so. Yes. I'm a party pooper. WHATEVER. Everyone else will be dressed up so get over it. And, Hubs outfit is so ridiculously over the top, I should earn points for his costume. Plus, he chose a costume on his own that has no, good "duet" in female form. I am not in the mood to dream up some wundercostume so I'm going as myself.
I honestly wish I didn't have to go at all.
The only redeeming part of today is that my team just won.
I realized the other day as I sat in the basement at our aged desktop computer that there were literally hundreds of photos stored on that computer's hard drive. These photos had never been uploaded to an on-line service like Kodak Gallery and were, therefore, precariously hovering on the brink of destruction given that the computer could die at any moment. The other thing I realized as I sat there? This is all going entirely too fast. M2 has now grown to be the same size M1 is in most of these stored photos. It's unnerving how tiny M1 looks. I realize that in the blink of an eye she'll be all the more bigger and M2 will be where she is now. It freaks me out.
It's hard for me to imagine that this high speed growing is going to get any easier. And yet, I can't imagine having tiny ones again. We've talked about it. I just can't see how to integrate all the big changes we've made in the past couple years with the prospect of Hubs deploying again before he retires. During deployment, I did okay with two most days. There were other days, though, where I did poorly. If I could do one or the other (take care of the house and kids alone or work full-time) I'd probably have been okay, but all that responsibility weighs on a person. And, add in activities plus germs and all that jazz and I'd be pulling my hair out.
There is no question I have made a couple of truly cute kids. And, there is no question that Hubs had in mind having more than one child from scratch. But, as I've told him...decisions have consequences. My decision to go back to school rather than remain in my comfortable job has had the consequence of me being in that 'interesting' mid-30 age range where all the genetic percentages become interesting. His decision to be in the Guard has brought the reality of deployment into our home. Neither of those things are bad on their faces, but they do add a twist to what would be 'normal', family-type decisions. The fact that this photo shows M1 receiving a butterfly sweatshirt on her 5th birthday that M2 just wore today...well, you can imagine how THAT'S going over with me!
I suppose all Moms go through this realization at one point or another. Kids grow up. Plain and simple. Although bittersweet, kids growing into healthy, bigger kids would be on all good parents' lists of what they want for their children.
It doesn't mean that when I go to Gymboree and help my friend B shop for her new baby (making her debut TUESDAY, if all goes as planned) that my uterus won't hurt. It does. It's an unusually talkative uterus I suppose. And, if you'd seen the little, lambswool-like moccasins she picked out for her baby girl, your uterus (if you have one) would have talked to you too.
I will spare you the gory birth photos that I pull out, however, each time my uterus needs a reality check.
Heywood Banks completely rocked. Made me laugh so hard my face and sides still hurt. It was a ton of fun and I know Hubs and I would go again. Tomorrow even. Hubs asked me on the way home, "Are you gonna blog about this when we get home?" I said, "I don't know. Maybe." He said, "I would if I had a blog." He's so cute.
I am now the proud owner of a "Yeah Toast" t-shirt. So fun. If you've never seen "Yeah Toast", it's worth a look/listen.
He had some local humor mixed in with his show that was so funny...in talking about the Interstate corridor that runs through my state and past my house, well, you had to be there, but it was hilarious. I so wish they would post THAT on You Tube!
SO sleepy. Hubs is already racked out. The girls are asleep for the third time and morning will be here soon!!
And, I barely have anything to show for it. So, of course I'm blogging about it.
My interview Monday was interesting. I don't expect an offer. I expect another lovely rejection letter to add to my collection and that's okay. I don't think I'd be comfortable in that firm, truthfully, given the interview experience. I held my own, but it wasn't the warm/fuzzy, please pick us 2nd interview I'd experienced elsewhere. It was the, "Geez, lady, you don't look anything like the 26-year-old, unattached, attractive young man who is willing to sell us his soul" variety of interview where, apparently, I had to try to convince them that I would be right for them. Um, fellas, you invited me to come in and I have a hard time believing we did that just for kicks and grins. But, perhaps we did?
I mean, when you have a man who is likely no more than fifteen years older than you asking you what makes you think you could handle an adversarial situation in which a judge or opposing counsel was in your face...and, he's serious...you have to wonder what kind of nice old lady vibes you're giving off. Part of me wanted to just say, "Screw it" and give him a real answer rather than the socially appropriate, hokey pokey answer I actually gave. Someday I think I'd like to do that. However, I'd like to have a job first.
I see where Target is hiring. The 19-year-old manager would probably give me a hard time. Plus, I need to work somewhere that sells something I don't like/use/desire so that I don't end up owing money to my employer at the end of each week.
The important stuff:
Soldiers' Angels' founder, Patti Patton-Bader, is a finalist in the Microsoft/USO "Above & Beyond" Awards. If you know anything about Soldiers' Angels or Patti, you know she goes above and beyond and inspires others to do the same every day. Go. Vote.
Triple E and her family have asked for prayers for those in the path of those awful wildfires in CA. We're on it and so should you be.
SpouseBuzz Live III, SBL 3, will be here soon! Several SpouseBuzz authors (including yours truly) will be in North Carolina for the December 1st event. YOU will not want to miss it! And, if you know military spouses in the area who would like to attend, encourage them to make plans to attend.
The first step in the process is registration which is free and easy to do via the conference site. With backing from Military.com, you can rest assured this will be another wonderful opportunity for you to meet, greet, and share with military spouses from across the country.