Side Note:

Side Note:
For those who haven't figured it out, or haven't been here: The titles of most of the blogs here are song lyrics. If you google them, it should take you to the song and the song is good to listen to before, during, or after reading to help set the tone of the blog. I find music to be very cohesive with reading and writing.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Big Girls Don't Cry is by Franki Valli, Not Fergie...

Sorry for the lack of a post last night. I actually got to talk to Erik (for quite a long while) so, as much as I do love you, blog, you simply don't compare to my husband. We figured out he'll probably be back either the night before or morning of Thanksgiving, so he's determined we're still going to Grandma and Grandpa Hoad's for Thanksgiving. I've gotta make sure we have some warm clothes packed and boots as well because we're going to hunt afterward.
I've never been hunting and neither has Erik. Since we've moved to Fort Drum, we have realized that the recreation in this area is mostly focused on outdoor activities. We thus decided that we should try to look into these sorts of activities. One of the previous times Erik was in the field I learned to assemble, load, fire and disassemble the rifle Cloyse gave me. (Cloyse is my sister, Susie's, ex husband. He is still a big part of our family and a sort of father figure to me, especially since my Dad is so far away now.) According to Cloyse, Grandma and Grandpa Hoad, I'm a great shot so we're pretty excited to go hunting. I think I'll be super excited until I realize the following:  A.) I am the reason that Bambi/Thumper/etc is dead and B.) Bambi/Thumper/etc now must be gutted and cleaned so that I can eat them.
Trust me, I love eating them, but I've never been a part of the getting-them-to-the-pan process. We'll see how this goes!
As for today, I finally made some movement in laundry. Only one load left for the dryer. I always save my bleach load for last so that I don't spill bleach on anything. Too many of my favorite shirts came up with bleach spots when I was a growing up. After getting almost all of it done, whilst playing Assassin's Creed Brotherhood, Shaylee texted me asking if I'd like to go to dinner. Actually, the way the text came across was rather comical. It read something along the lines of "Dinner tonight?? Anywhere?!" which in my head translated what I was feeling the last few days: PLEASE GET ME OUT OF THE HOUSE. PLEASE.
I happily accepted the invite. We went to TGI Fridays where we proceeded to have a great time talking while our server was terrible and ignored us and nearly spilled lemonade on Shaylee's lap and offered neither of us refills on our drinks. At all. The entire hour and a half we were there.
We headed back to my house to play some Buzz! Trivia on the PS3 and Shaylee enjoyed it. She got a call from her hubby (he's with Erik at JRTC) while we were playing and I was happy for her. She also showed me her sonogram pictures of their baby. She's 11 weeks, I believe. Everyone I get near gets pregnant. It's pretty hilarious. I get to live vicariously through all you mommies when I visit and then when the crying and pooping happens I get to pass the little bundle of joy back and head for the nearest exit.
Oh, and Shaylee was also kind enough to taste test the Chocolate-Covered Cherries. She ate a few and seemed to really like them and said they were "so good!"  Mission successful.


1 comment:

  1. I am going to make you change a poopie diaper. One day, you will do eet.

    Also, you need to figure out how to exclude me from the captchas.


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