when keepin it real goes wrong....

hey guys,

i know i havent been around much lately. its called the end of semester blues. ive been finishing projects and writing papers all while managing a household. sometimes i feel so stretched thin that if i sneeze to hard ill rip into a million pieces. its not easy by far, but at the end of the day, yes i will say its worth it. we dont have the most fancy bomb ass crib but i take pride in our little love nest, it has just enough room for us and we take pride in our little home. we recently had time to take some pictures, which is awesome, we can decorate the blad white walls with our lovly brown faces lol. let me tell you guys what happend. i was in the grocery store and i notice this dude following me, im like whatever at first then it got to creeper status. so i pull out my phone and try to call jay, i have no signal in the store. i think to myself, "This is the shit horror movies are made of" so im in the juice isle and the guy comes up to me, and yes i was ready to swing and scream and run all at the same time. he says "Your really beautiful, i would like to take you out" it would have been flattering if he didnt stalk me through produce. i gently turned him down and explain im married. thinking that would be the end of it he says "well thats not a problem for me" im like this dude not hearing me, so i say "im married, meaning i cant go out with you, not that i would if i didnt have a husband" maybe that was a little bitchy but hey thats life. so i go back to deciding what hot sauce i want (to many choices in some damn hot saucenow adays but its important can make or break a meal) then the creeper says "well tell your husband he can come too" im like no this fool did not just go there with me. so i say " look dude, im not interested and my husband isnt into the group thing" and i walk of after grabbing a random hot sauce(oh no yall thought i wasnt gonna grab some hot sauce). when i get home jay is laying across the bed watching UFC, nothing wrong with that. so after i put the food up i join him and tell him about my super market adventure and after he laughs he got serious and says "what he look like". im like wow really guy...really. some total stranger hits on your wife and its funny. well later days guys, gotta go eat dinner

peace

pancakes and GI JOE

wonderful lazy day, cuddles and horrible movies and i finally watched my very first episode of GI JOE. now im still learning the characters but over all, its not so bad. but we'll get back to GI JOE in a second, right now were going to talk about horrible service at a local IHOP. one of the favorite things for me and the hubs to do is wake up early and go get some good ole' pancakes. the only place to get pancakes around here is IHOP, which is a good 30 minute drive. its only so much waffle house you can take and the waffle house crew(around here) has some lets say memorible people that frequent/work there. so we wake up grab a newspaper and boogie on down the road, with that being said if were driving 30 minutes i want good service. now because we are at IHOP all the time we usually get really good service. but this time we get seated with attitude and served cold eggs and pancakes. i sat there like -_- did this bitch really give me cold eggs. so i looked over at the hubs and he had a look like he was going to slap the waitress with his cold omlette. so instead of acting crazy we got a check and paid and left, hungry and gas wasted was enough to piss off anyone. so instead of panckes we came home and looked in the freezer and it was all dinner food, so yes we had chicken and string beans for breakfast and it was good! and this waitress got a new video game for a tip! so after kitchen clean up we cuddled and watched GI JOE. and i kinda liked it. but i wont tell him that. later days guys

duffle bag blues

hey guys, hows life? in my little world of ps3, cooking and all things army(i squeeze school in there somewhere) i realized how sick of army green duffle bags i am. they are huge, dont match our furniture, and in the way. i mean im so sick of the damn things its sad.the hubs had training last week(i think last week...my life has become one big day, dont judge) and when he came home he left that damn bag in the bedroom. like seriously....come on son, i dont want to wake up in the morning late for school(always) and trip over cavlar halments and so on. this was just a short little post to vent. more comming soon

and then i woke up.....

hello again,

guys i had this really awesome dream that i had an actual husband who didnt get called to go away at a moments notice. it was lovely, then all of a sudden i felt this gentle touch and i began to stir and i opened my eyes and looked up and what do i see? my husband in full PT uniform.
"gotta go babe, love you, hopefully i wont be gone too long"

in the mist of my early morning unwanted(yea i said it) wake up call. i had to grumble and get the sleep out of my eyes and make sure i heard correctly. so i get up and see him to the door like any wife i yelled at him to make sure he had all of his clothes and shower shoes. ultra lame i know but hey, someone has to make sure he has everything. i dont know about you guys but once im up, IM UP. when my mind hits the on button i cant go back to sleep for all the silk in china. so its like five in the morning, my mind is on i cant sleep, whats a girl to do....watch cartoons. didnt help lul me back to sleep, so i just laid there.....i laid in bed until about eight then i got up and did nothing. i felt sooooo useless just blah. then i got on the phone, thank god for besties. i literally have been in bed all day. ive watched movies and thats about it. so i get a text at about 4:30 and guess who was finishing up (hint *jay) the hubs. so i jumped out of bed and grabbed something out of the freezer and cooked him a good dinner. now he's stretched out in bed. but before he gets too relaxed ima go get some ice cream out of him(my reward for being cooped up).

throwback pick of him getting ready for pt, i woke up to this face this morning so im not too mad