99 things I ought to have done...

So there's a pretty good chance that anyone reading this who also reads other blogs will have read it somewhere else. However, in order to quell that itch within me for writing, I have chosen to add this...silly maybe...introspective, definitely...

99 Things I Ought to Have Done


Instructions:

Copy the list, bold the ones you've done (with explanations if needed), share with friends.

1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo
11. Bungee jumped

12. Visited Paris (twice, and hoping to move there in two years!)

13. Watched a thunder and lightning storm
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch (does teaching oneself Photoshop count?)

15. Adopted a child (no, but I am adopted!)
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France (twice)
20. Slept on an overnight train (no, but would LOVE to do this...)
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching --no, but dophin watching, yes...
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma--can't. we're tainted since we lived overseas..
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London (quite overrated. better at the Tower of London)
77. Broken a bone
78. Been a passenger on a motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Kissed a stranger at midnight on New Year’s Eve
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating (
88. had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life--Devyn's. Twice.
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Got a tattoo
94. Had a baby (twice even!)
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee (does a sweat bee count? otherwise, no...)

Apparently, the girl got schooled. Or not.

Today I had the vast pleasure of getting to hear about how our government should stop helping countries in the midst of enormous disasters (Haiti, yall) and should concentrate on what's important: ourselves. Well, shoot. That makes all the sense in the world! After all, we're meant to live in a self-righteous shell, making ourselves MORE comfortable and thumbing our nose to the world and it's people. Thank you for that formidable education. Can't believe I missed the boat on that one!

Um, hello. I'm a Navy wife. I've been one for ten years and before that I was a Navy girlfriend for two years. THEN I was told that I should get my facts straight about what goes on in our military, because our men and women are being denied their basic freedoms and it's likely that I don't know what goes on because I haven't had to deal with a deployment. Now THAT, yall, made me laugh out loud! For the record, and in case anyone is checking, here's our track record:

1 Mediterranean deployment (6 months in length)
4 Middle Eastern deployments (three at least 2 months, 1 lasting nine months)
1 deployment due to arrive later this year lasting at least 5 months
Countless weeks here and there, countless days spent apart not due to a deployment

So I've got experience. I've got a TON more than I would like to say I have. I know there are those folks who feel that we should not be helping our neighbors, and while there are instances and occasions that I feel the same way, let me just say this:

Our God commands us to help the "least of these". We, in the military, are in no way, shape, form, or condition, the least of these. At all. Does the job just reek sometimes? YES. Does the separation we experience cause us to feel physical heart ache and pain? YES. Am I thankful to live in a country where freedom of speech are rights that have been ensured not by our government, but by our men and women who have fought since 1774 to keep it that way? You bet. Am I concerned that our deployment scheduled for later this year could start MUCH sooner with an unplanned deployment to Haiti? Oh...mercy, yes. Here's the thing, though. I have always told D & A that their Daddy fights for the children of the world who can't fight for themselves or who don't have a Daddy who can. If Hubs is called to Haiti, I will stand with pride and wishes of Godspeed on the pier, maybe not seeing him for who knows how long.

So, that said, maybe that's why I make a decent military spouse--it's the Southern in me. In the South, we help each other without regard as to what it will cost us. We're always the first on the doorstep with a casserole when someone has passed or someone's been born. I understand the need for the military to GO to these places that are struggling and heaving with despair. My parents gave to others--and still do--and that's instilled in me. Whether it's Collards from the garden for our neighbors for no reason or sending my sweet husband to a place where he is so vitally needed, I give. And sometimes I get tired of it, but I do it because it's my job. I'm God's child and a Navy wife.

Movin' on up...

So, yes, I realize that it's been a while. Ok, a LONG while...I said in one of my previous posts that there were some changes a-comin to the home of the Fab Four+Cat and sooo, without further ado...

1. Carrie (me) is going to school. Again. Got the Associates, got the Bachelor's...shoot why not have a complete mid-thirties life-shift and decide to do what I've always wanted to do? Why the heck not? Because it's CRAZY, that's why. CRAZY yes, but WOW...I started a year ago just taking one class and I am now in my second semester of Anatomy and Physiology...in order to...one day...before I die...become a Nurse in Trauma, Emergency Medicine or Obstetrics. More on that later...

2. Mike (the hubs) and I have decided to take the very BIG leap of trying to go for another overseas tour. This time in...wait for it...Berlin or Paris. AHHH!!!! Again, more craziness! There's a TON to be done with that, but all in God's timing. If it doesn't happen, it doesn't happen and we will go where we're sent, but man...three years in Paris? Who would pass that up? Not I, not I...

3. Said Husband will be deploying for six or seven months this September and this will mark the first Christmas we have ever spent apart--VERY rare in this Navy world of ours. So prepping for that, and still carrying on soccergymnasticskidsschoolmyschoolchurchlifefamily and SUCH is a big, well...interesting to say the least...

Sooo, as if that's not enough, I suppose that's all for now...of course, there will be more much sooner than later!

4 Hokies in Atlanta

Last Thursday, we set out on a nine hour road trip to Atlanta to see the Hokies play the Tide. I was QUITE nervous about this little road trip--the last road trip of any length we took was when we lived in London and drove to Edinburgh. That was insane. Anyway...


The Kiddles were Fan.Tastic! The $100 we spent on the portable dvd player was seriously some of the BEST money we've ever spent. We stopped in Augusta for the night since we didn't leave until 1 pm that afternoon and let me just say for the record, Georgia has just about the nicest Waffle Houses on the planet. Waffle House is kind of big in our little family--Mike and Devyn and Aiden die over the pecan waffles and I've never had a better patty melt. We ate SO much--but ohhhh was it wonderful! We drove into Atlanta Friday morning, dropped our stuff at the hotel and took the kiddles to the Georgia Aquarium...




From there we went to World of Coca-Cola and hung out in Centennial Park for a while. We met friends for dinner that night (if you haven't had the Ahi Tartare at Cheesecake Factory...mercy...run, don't walk! It's truly fabulous...

We spent Saturday morning at the pool and then donned our Hokie Best and drove to the Georgia Dome. We tailgated and afterwards, headed inside to watch the boys bring home a victory. Sadly, it didn't happen that way. Alabama exhausted our defense and we lost a very valiantly played game. We, however, had a blast. The kiddles were troopers, and although exhausted by 11 pm, they continued to cheer on the Hokies and promptly fell asleep in the car before we left the parking lot. The nine hour drive back home was eventless and thankfully the only mishap occurred when my sweet husband baptized his phone in the jacuzzi at the hotel. But it was a small price to pay for all this...

Ok, absence duly noted...so something to sweeten the deal...

I have taken the summer off, and in getting back into the swing of things, I've got a recipe for you! Here you go...some changes at the O home...more to follow!

These rocked our socks off...Let me know if you like them too!

Salted Nut Bars

Yield 28 bars
Total time : about 45 minutes plus cooling

1 lb peanut-butter sandwich cookies, coarsely crumbled.
1 stick unsalted butter, melted

Topping
2 cups of peanut butter chips
2/3 cup of light corn syrup
4 Tbsp unsalted butter
1 tsp vanilla extract (the real stuff!)
2 cups of miniature marshmallows
2 cups of dry-roasted peanuts
2 cups of Rice Krispies

Preheat oven to 350 degrees; coat a 13x9 inch baking pan with nonstick spray.

Pulverize (love that word!) cookies in a food processor until fine crumbs form. Add melted butter, and process until crumbs clump together. Press crumbes into prepared pan. Bake 15 minutes or until golden.

Melt peanut-butter chips, corn syrup, butter and vanilla in a saucepan over medium-low heat, stirring until smooth, about 5 minutes. Spread 1/2 cup of the peanut mixture over crumb base.

Top with marshamallows and return bars to the oven. Bake until marshmallows puff, about 2 minutes, then remove from oven. Don't let marshmallows brown or they'll turn crunchy.

Toss peanuts and cereal with remaining peanut mixture to coat. Drop spoonfuls of the topping over the marshmallows, then spread with a spatula (sprayed with non-stick cooking spray to prevent sticking). Cool bars before cutting with a knife coated with nonstick spray.

How many ways can you think of...

to get out of a dentist appointment? I have my six month check-up today. I expect I'll be no worse for the wear when it's over and done with, but MERCY. I have gone through two c-sections, one with 15 hours of natural labor, had my house broken into while I was in it, and many other things that would knock the fear of God into people but nothing strikes freaked-out fear into me like going to the dentist. At this point, Maury, Tyra, Oprah or Dr. Phil would ask, "Did something happen to you when you were younger that might have caused this fear"? Um, YES. My dentist was pure, unadulterated evil. Ok, maybe not evil, but he was nearly blind, and let's just say everytime he would use the Grim Reaper Tool (that hook looking thing that is most definitely formed from the bowels of Hell) he would miss. HE WOULD MISS. And subsequently get my gum tissue. Awesome. Thanks, Dr. Doom who forever formed my terror of dentists.

So. Six months ago I finally went to the dentist after a VERY long absence. I paid the price too, with needing some dental work that was long overdue. However, Dr.Doom did NOT do the work. I had the most funny, the most gentle, and the cutest little dentist (I can say cute--even if I'm happily married, right)? I didn't allow the use of said Grim Reaper Tool and things went much smoother, even though I did sit there for five and a half hours.

Today is my check-up. Will not do the flouride treatment. Would rather have my eyeballs licked out by kittens. Hate it. Will not allow the Grim Reaper Tool. So what we have here is me, the freaked-out patient who dictates how they're going to do my treatment and the cute Saudi dentist who puts up with me for Lord knows what reason. I've been trying to think up ways for the past few days to get out of it. However, I know what comes from that: those blessed five and a half hours in the chair. Rock on. I guess I'll just put on those gawgeous plastic glasses and lay back and watch Maury while they whittle away with some awful tooth polish flavor at my teeth. Awesome.

Thoughts for the day...

Not much to blog about today, so I thought I'd just write my random thoughts...

1. There is something incredibly refreshing about hearing a three year old sing "You Are My Sunshine" at the tippy-top of his little lungs during the school Spring program. I love that kid--any kid--who steps out of bounds and truly projects his whole soul into something like that.

2. There is also something refreshing about HAVING a kid like that--our Aiden--who rocked our faces off with his rendition of "Rockin' Robin" with his white sunglasses and inflatable guitar during his classes' performance...

3. Wouldn't an inflatable guitar truly be considered an "Air Guitar"? Discuss...

4. I am on an organizing kick. So far, it's a slow process...

5. My current favorite character on tv is Bethenny from the Real Housewives of New York City. How funny is she?! Cracks me up. Every time.

6. Why is it, that at 33 years old, I am still getting zits? Can someone please explain this to me? All I know is that we, as teenagers, were LIED to in Health Class when they told us, "Oh, breakouts stop around 19 years old". Hello, LIAR. And there's only so much Extra-Strength Neutrogena face wash one can absorb through the skin in a day before our Blood Alcohol Level starts rising uncontrollably...

7. Land of The Lost comes out on June 5th. That's the night of brother-in-law's rehearsal dinner. There's a movie theater right next to the restaurant. Five bucks says I'll be enjoying my salmon sitting in a Regal Cinema enjoying Will Ferrell battle the SleeStacks. Don't judge--it was my FAVORITE show when I was little and 27 years is a LONG time to wait for a movie to come out...now all I need are The Jetsons 40 feet tall and I'll be fine as wine...

Off to get The Girl off the bus...enjoy your Wednesday!