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Mckmama- Not Me Monday

Yep, it's Monday again. Thankfully this last week I was so consumed with clinicals I didn't have time to not do a whole lot. Love Not Me posts? Join in with us at MckMama's.

This week I did not drag my feet every night when it was time to get in the bath so I could get to bed. When asked what my deal was by Mr. Superman, I did not respond with, "I just don't want to get in because then eventually I'll have to get out." That is something someone completely illogical would do, not me.

This week did not find me several nights in a row, in the bath tub, eating cold cereal for dinner. I do not condone such behavior or habits. That is something some single woman living alone with no food and no husband would do, not me.

This weekend, I most certainly did not nearly burst into tears upon discovery that Walmart and the nearest drug store did not have the type of candy I was craving. I did not whine to Mr. Superman about how stupid it was nor did I proceed to purchase an amount of single Airheads in the double digits. That is something a pregnant woman with raging hormones and unbalanced emotions would do, not me.

What did you not do?

Day 13- A Fictional Book

Toughie Toughie! I'm going to go with Where The Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein. I love all of his books. They are so fun and I enjoy them just as much now as I did when I was younger.

The very first poem in the book is The Invitation. I've always felt this poem would be perfect to hang on the door of every church. What beautiful sentiment.

The Invitation

"If you are a dreamer, come in.
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer . . .
If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire,
For we have some flax golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!”

What's one of your favorite fictional books?


Day 12- Whatever Tickles My Fancy

I think with it being Memorial Day weekend, a tribute to our troops is completely appropriate. I have a few tribute videos that I feel do a great job of driving home all the feelings that accompany the loss of our brave men and women. Then again, I cry at any slightly patriotic song and nearly every time I see photos of our troops. I think that most Americans do not realize the monumental sacrifices that are made every day on their behalf and even though it saddens me, and yes, sometimes angers me, I know there are people who DO understand and appreciate. I am so proud to be married to a man who felt the need to serve. He knows his duty and he loves his job. I am so grateful to live in this country with my life abundantly blessed by the sacrifices made through the centuries. These aren't just for the fallen, but all of our troops. The ones deployed, the ones almost home, and the ones still on the home front. Happy Memorial Day lovelies and God Bless.


Pillow Talk: What if...

If you haven't learned by now, Mr. Superman and I have some pretty interesting conversations. I'm used to it for the most part, but other times, Mr. Superman will make a statement or ask a question that literally has me going, "Where the H did that come from?" Upon Mr. Superman getting undressed for me to give him a hair cut and then shower, he discovered he had a bug bite under his nipple (I couldn't resist throwing in the nips). It was pretty large and extremely irritated. He had no idea where it came from and when I asked if it hurt, this conversation occurred.

Me: Oh my gosh, that's huge! Does it hurt?
Him: Well it didn't but now that I can see it and am thinking about it, it hurts really bad.
Me: Oh dear.

A few minutes later after afore mentioned haircut and shower.

Him: Hey baby, if this bug bite gets serious and ends up paralyzing me from the nipples down, would you still love me and take care of me forever?
Me: Of course sweetheart.
Him: Even if I live to be a hundred?
Me: How about I just take care of you until I die?
Him: Very well.


Him: Hey baby, if you ever got paralyzed from the nipples down, could we still do it?
Me: Sure sweetie.
Him: Could I wax you every once in a while since you wouldn't be able to feel it?
Me: I would fully expect you to.


Me: Do you know, I thought you were about to be really sweet and tell me you would take care of me forever.
Him: What? Those things don't count?

Day 11- A Photo of Me, Taken Recently

This ones just kind of boring eh? Just me.... Bleh! 30 Day Meme commands it though, and right now, that is law.

I took this like .5 seconds ago. I don't have any super recent photos you guys haven't already seen. Here's me, after day 2 of kill me clinicals, in my scrubs and after a much needed grocery run. 
(Today was pay day!!)


Day 10- A Photo Taken of Me Over 10 Years Ago

Oh, I almost skipped this one lovelies. Why? I was an awkward looking child. You know how people go through an awkward stage in adolescence? Mine was kinda perma-awkward until I hit 15. Lame. I knew I couldn't skip this post though and figured I'd just put it all out there. Here you go!

This is me with my Grandma (mama's, mom) at one of our summer family reunions.

Here I am with four of my 56 some-odd first cousins on my mama's side at yet another summer family reunion. I'm the tom boy one in green jeans, yellow t-shirt, walking stick, and weeds in hand. Nice.

Me feeding my very first niece a PB&J. If you hadn't guessed I was still a tomboy with the overalls, bandana, and snarly hair. Its a recurring theme I know. 

This is me with my sisters first 3 kids on summer in Cali (I used to go stay the summers there with her). I think I was 15 in this pic so its just 7 years old. I finally wear decent clothes, straightened my hair, and wore make-up but was still pale as a ghost. Oh wait, I still am. 

I hope ya'll enjoyed my painful trip down memory lane. Happy Friday!!


Day 9- A Photo That I Took

I've taken thousands of pictures so this was (another) toughie! I know some of you have already been introduced to Aiden. He is my sister's youngest and Mr. Superman and I have a very special bond with him. We love all 12 of our nieces and nephews but from the time Aiden was just 8 hours old, we've been there. He is especially fond of Mr. Superman. He's just the cutest little boy ever. We miss him so so so much! These aren't even like .05% of the pictures I've taken of him but some of my favorites.

Okay, I didn't take this one but I love it so I had to throw it in here.

I just can't get enough of his smile and big blue eyes!


Day 8- A Photo That Makes Me Angry or Sad (And Wordless Wednesday)

I'm combining this meme post with Wordless Wednesday. Of course anytime I see photos of our troops, my heartstrings are tugged. When I saw this one, it brought me to tears.


Dear Mrs. S. (Your Questions Answered!) Part 3

Questions from Chelle at It’s a Hooah Life (Serious Blog Bestie):

Do you put deodorant on before or after getting dressed? 

MMM it depends. Usually it’s after but if it’s a big t-shirt for bedtime or a nightey, I do it before. I don’t really have any method to this particular madness.   

Pee in the shower? 

No ma’am. I must admit I nearly had Gatorade come out my nose when I read this question though. 

Have you/do you shake Mr. S's beer/soda up before handing it to him after he's made a snide sarcastic comment and then blame it on the forces that be? 

He would kill me. I usually pinch his nipples or poke his side real hard if he is a smart-a, which, believe me, is often. We don’t drink soda anymore but there were times when we were dating that I’d dump water on him in the middle of the night. That was actually the very first time Mr. Superman got mad and yelled at me. It was extremely early on in our relationship and it genuinely frightened me and hurt my feelings because he was extraordinarily angry.  

Do you play video games? 

No. I have attempted his Need for Speed but I suck harder than a Dyson Ball. I have been begging him for the original Nintendo with Super Mario Brothers and Duck Hunt. He’s keeping an eye out for the perfect set on Ebay. I’m old school.  

Do you watch TV in the dark with closed caption on? 

I don’t know what it is about closed caption but I hate it. I mean like “wanna scratch my eyes and pull my hair out” level of hate. Its like nails on a chalkboard only silent. I hate it. I mean, kid you not, my skin is crawling at the thought right now.  

Can you write a whole sentence with your toes holding the pen? 

Not neatly, but yes. Mr. Superman hates my toes. Number one reason why? They pick on him. I can single footedly win a wrestle match. My talent with my feet is INCREDIBLE. 

Ever share an ice cream cone with a pet? 

Bleghch. Sorry, I just threw up in my mouth a little bit. No. 

What's your favorite  delivery food item? 

Oh this is HARRRRRD. (Insert major whiny voice) Um, I think delivery its gotta be Papa John's Pizza or some fabulous Chinese food. Anything that delivers is magical though.

Questions from Amy at Chicy-Creations (High school friend):

You mentioned you got an IUD...what kind? I got the Mirena the same day you said you got your IUD. I know you guys have struggled with infertility, do you plan on having it removed and continue TTC? I know that's way personal, sorry!

Amy, not personal! Ha ha I said ask anything and trust me, this is nothing. I got the Mirena. It took me talking to about 10 different OB’s over the last year to find one that would do it for me without me having actually gone to term and given birth. I was also warned that the pain from insertion and pain during the possible 9 month transition period would be A LOT worse than for a woman who has given birth. Let me tell you, she did not lie. I nearly passed out at the, “Okay now when I say 3, cough and I’ll release it” moment. I also had (she called them contractions) cramps so severe I couldn’t move. I mean Mr. Superman was helping me walk for a few days. It was bad. I am praying that if not before, but by my 9 month mark, my body and uterus will have acclimated and that it will be worth all of the pain. The reason I opted for the IUD was because it was the only form of BC I had not yet tried in hopes of regulating and diminishing my period down to a level that not only allowed me to live a somewhat normal life, but even leave my house. Before it was every 14 or so days, lasting 14 days, couldn’t leave the house, vomiting, passing out, trying not to die. I’ve also dealt with all of my endometriosis pain and my countless ovarian cysts and was told that in some cases, the IUD helps to diminish these things as well. If in two years, I am still having really bad pain and such I will be getting it removed and going on my merry way. Why two years? That is our timeline to hopefully be more financially stable, out of major debt, and able to start the adoption process. As far as continuing to try to conceive on our own, I was told that I physically, cannot. That said, I also know that if God wanted to, he could snap his fingers and I’d be able to conceive and carry to term and give birth to a beautiful healthy baby, right now though, those are definitely not the cards that I have been dealt.

What did you guys do for fun at EAC? I LOVED living in the Thatcher. Did you ever go to the mansion?

Oh boy well neither of us liked it there. We watched movies every day and night, we did a few dance parties and on a couple different occasions drove nearly two hours to Tucson for dates. I did the Mansion but Mr. Superman never did. 

 (Some of our Tucson date nights)

Questions from Caroline at The Transcendental Moose (My SIL):

Aside from your wonderful husband taking care of you, how do you deal with it when your pain gets bad?

It may be irony or just life’s way of messing with me but my pain level currently, is through the roof. I know its childish but I cry a lot. I mean I do all the time anyway but when there is no way of getting my pain to go down or go away, all I can do is curl up on my heating pads, have my bowl next to me, and cry. I also take a scalding hot bath nearly every night. I always combine lavender oils, salts, or bubble bath too because it helps soothe. Even when the pain is horrible, I do lots of deep breathing and try my hardest to stretch. Yoga stretches have been a lifesaver.

What's your favorite self-care method?

My favorite is allowing myself to cry and my baths. Yes I am a 22 year-old woman who has had this pain since I was 15 but I am not used to it nor do I think I ever will be. Allowing myself to acknowledge the pain and my right to feel miserable and cry may not make me feel better but it does help in a weird way. I could not say enough amazing things about my baths either.

What's your dream house look like? I've been thinking a lot about mine so it's on the brain. Whereabouts is it, city or country? Tons of rooms, or pretty small? Huge backyard? Garden? :)

My dream house is a giant, old Victorian style house. Preferably one with lots of history or character that needs work. I would want one that I could salvage a lot of the original wood-work like beams, floors, stairs, molding, paneling, etc. I would like it to be relatively close to the city but far enough out that we have at least an acre. I think maybe when I either have a miracle cure or treatment I’d be able to manage having things like a garden but I’d totally be okay with hiring a gardener too. Ha ha! In reality, we won’t be purchasing a house until Mr. Superman retires or is high ranking enough to request a permanent residence wherever we get stationed way further down the road. We also know we want to end up in AZ. We know we will end up in AZ. Not until he retires of course and since AZ doesn’t have houses like the one we want, we will build it on land and improvise for the things we look for.

Questions from Sarah Ann at Misadventures in Matrimony (Bloggy Friend):

I know you wear glasses so I have to ask- when you got married did you wear them or get contacts? Because I cannot stand the idea of wearing glasses with a pretty dress but I'm wondering if I'm weird because of that!

I did NOT. I am so with you on this one girl, I think wearing glasses with your princess dress is a little odd. I actually prefer contacts but haven’t had them for a good two years because they are so dang expensive. 

 (See, no glasses!)

I was reading through your older posts and I saw the one where you talked about your weight gain. I can 100% relate. I was wondering what your workouts consist of? Because I've been doing the same stuff for a month now and although I'm getting stronger I'm not losing any weight!

Okay this one will be a little long. I too, am not losing any weight but getting stronger. It’s frustrating because I don’t want to be Jillian Michael’s buff, I just want to be Nicole Kidman skinny. My work out as it currently stands: I used to do between 1 to 2 miles cardio either on the treadmill, track, or running trail but found that I get a lot more workout from spinning on the bike. I do about 4 miles average on the bike in 15 minutes. I then do all of my weights for legs and back which I alternate every other day. So If I do weights on Monday, I won’t do them again until Wednesday. They consist of: 3 sets of 20 at 50 lbs on the leg press, 3 sets of 20 at 40 lbs on hamstrings, 3 sets of 20 at 40 lbs for quads, 3 sets of 20 at 85 lbs for inner thighs, 3 sets of 20 at 85 lbs for glutes, and 3 sets of 20 at 85 lbs for my lower back. Weights are the only thing that I don’t do every day. For my abs I have a routine I do as well. I do 1-2 rounds of everything. 20 sit ups with my feet under a bar, hands crossed over my chest and I go all the way until my elbows touch my knees then all the way back down until my back is flat. I do 50 crossover crunches which is where my legs are crossed and bent at the knees in the air, arms behind my head, and I alternate the outside of my left elbow touching the outside of my right knee then vice-versa. Then I do 20 seconds of flutter kicks which is me on my back head held up and hands under my butt. Holding my legs straight out, together, and about 6 inches off the ground I do little flutter kicks right then left, right then left, right then left. Next I do ball twists. I use a 5 lb ball and with my shins and feet crossed, mostly sitting up I twist while holding the ball up and making sure it touches the ground on either side of my body. I do 50 of these as well. Next I do planks. Forearms down on the ground, feet together and body held up like I’m doing a push-up. I do 35 seconds then rest. After planks I do 20 center crunches then 20 on both my right side and left side where I have my arms behind my head, knees folded and together flat on the ground. I am trying to end with cardio so after weights and abs, I sprint two laps on the track. Phew! Sorry for all the long-windedness but there you have it, my work out!

What is the hardest thing that came with all the changes in your life since you moved with your husband?

The hardest thing since relocating from Arizona to Georgia is not being near family or friends anymore. I am extraordinarily close to my sister and her family (four of my beautiful nieces and nephews) and not being able to see them every day is really hard. We don’t have kids and our nieces and nephews help to fill that void so we are missing them really bad. I also miss being close to my parents as well as my best friends. I feel like I’m missing out on so much. I’ve had friends get married and I couldn’t be there and I have this fear of someone in my family getting injured or killed and not being able to get there in time.

What is your favorite guilty pleasure?

I don’t really feel guilty about it but I take a hot bubble bath nearly every night. I also have TV shows that are ridiculous and just drama but I love them. I also eat a lot of pasta, bread and butter, and loooove French fries with honey mustard.

Questions from Kara (High School Friend):

First of all, I am not judging you in any way, I'm just curious about your feelings towards the temple now that you've been and were sealed to Mr. S. I noticed in some pictures that you wore some clothes that you wouldn't be able to wear with garments. Have your feelings about the temple changed? How do you feel about the Church in general today?

I think you’re talking about the pictures of Mr. Superman and I at his BMT grad and such. I admit I’ve made mistakes and have had times where I wasn’t as strong as I needed to be but don’t doubt that I believe in the Church and everything it stands for. As with anyone, I have faults and have times where I stumble and I definitely have things I need to work on but none of that blame lies with the Church, its all mine.

Questions from Photina at One Guy in a House of Girls (Bloggy Friend):

Do you find it harder to keep going to church when your DH is deployed?

He has never been deployed but I do find it harder attending church when he is not with me. Even though it is so difficult I have vowed to make a much better effort next time, which will be the entire month of July.

Are you a flip-flop or sneaker person?

I do it all. I wear my pumps, platforms, wedges, Vans, Converses, flip flops, Nike’s, everything. My preference? Depends on my mood, outfit, and weather. Like today, its cloudy and overcast so I'm in jeans and my favorite Cons but yesterday it was hot and sunny so I was in red gladiator sandals.

Questions from Heather at This is a Story of a Girl (Bloggy Friend):

Do you know what you would like to specialize in after nursing school?

Again, not even sure if I want to do RN anymore because of certain things that’s have transpired but if I do continue on, I want to do NICU or PEDS or L&D.

What's your favorite Thai dish?

I LOVE Thai Toast. I love eggs, and cucumbers, and fried things. In a weird way it tastes like French toast with cucumbers. I love it. It’s always perfect. I also LOVE three flavored chicken. Its so gloriously delicious.

Questions from Molena (Bloggy Friend)

How did you know you loved Mr. Superman? How did you say it for the first time?

Well as with everything else about mine and Mr. Superman’s early dating relationship, this took what seemed like, FOREVER. There were a few times, where I was on the verge of saying it because I just knew. Now you asked how I knew. I knew I loved him within weeks of meeting him. I knew that I was desperately IN LOVE with him and knew I couldn’t live withOUT him on the day he nearly died. It was about a month and a half after we met and only 3 weeks into us dating. It was raining and I was at my house getting ready because he was supposed to be coming to pick me up to go to the fair. He was really late but so was I so I didn’t care. I was getting closer to being done so I texted him and he didn’t reply which was completely out of character for him. I finally got a text so I jumped for my phone. It read, “I just rolled my Jeep.” Um what the H? That’s all?! So I text him back because I thought he was joking. He wasn’t. After getting directions to where he was, I jumped in the car and went to go pick him up. The entire time I was crying and shaking, and just so sick to my stomach. I finally got there and my heart dropped. I didn’t see him anywhere but I did see his Jeep. There was no way he should’ve survived that. The entire top was flattened and all of the windows were shattered inward. He had been on a really steep and narrow mountain road. It had no railing or shoulder and he had hit a mud pit that made him swerve and go over the edge. I looked over the edge and by God’s good grace, his Jeep had landed on the ONLY shelf. It was about 12 feet down and just big enough to hold the Jeep. Had he landed even two feet over to either side, it would have continued to roll the hundreds of feet down.  I finally saw him and ran over to hug and kiss him. I took him and his friend that had been with him home and started cleaning both of them up. Yeah, the small town EMS should’ve taken him to the ER for stitches but instead just put a band aid on him. It took more than three hours of pulling out glass, cleaning up blood, and disinfecting before he looked alive. Poor guy. The entire time I was fixing him up, I just kept having the one thought of, “What if he had died?” going through my head. After fixing him dinner and making sure he didn’t have a concussion, I went to tuck him into bed and lay next to him until he fell asleep. As we were lying there he was holding my hand and tracing the back of it with his finger. I could tell he had something on his mind but I did too. I was trying to figure out how to tell him how much I loved him. Well lovelies, he beat me to it. He said, “There is something I’ve been thinking a lot about and after today I know I can’t wait any longer. When I crashed and I was stuck trying to get out, all I kept think was I had to make it because I needed you to know what you mean to me. I’ve completely fallen in love with you.” Insert my heart trying to claw its way out of my chest and me crying like an idiot. “I love you too. So much.” 

 (Our miracle day)

What is the story of your first kiss?

This was another instance of me nearly throttling him and taking things into my own hands. There were SO many times I thought he was about to kiss me but then he’d chicken out. Later, I did find out that there HAD been so many times but he had chickened out. The magical night was actually a night where neither of us was feeling well. We had just gotten done watching a movie with one of his roommates and a mutual friend. I went back to lay down and about twenty minutes later Mr. Superman wandered back. He came and snuggled next to me. He started up a round of The Question Game. Unbeknownst to me it was all part of his little plan. You see, he knew I would eventually ask, “What are you thinking about?” and when I did, his move would be perfectly set up. That’s exactly what happened too. After I asked the magic question he smoothly responded with, “How easy it would be to do this.” Then leaned in, cupped my face, and kissed me. It was PERFECT. Something really funny about our first kiss, is that Roxeanne (by The Police) was blaring through the whole trailer. His roommate had some playlists saved on Mr. Superman’s xbox hard drive, had selected Roxeanne and put it on repeat. It played over and over again for about an hour and consequently was the background music for our first kiss.

How did he propose?

Duh, on his knee with a ring. What? Not good enough? Okay, okay. We had actually already started planning our wedding and picked the date before I got my “on the knee with a ring” proposal. In August of 2007 we attended my aunt’s surprise 50th birthday party and after a few hours in the Arizona heat (yes it was outside!) we decided to leave and go grab some food. We drove the half hour to my parents’ house where I was living at the time, so I could freshen up a bit. The whole day and evening he had been acting SO weird but anytime I asked what was wrong he replied, “Nothing.” Well I was walking back out of my room and when I got to the entryway I asked where we were going. He told me we were going to The Cheesecake Factory to celebrate. I asked, “Celebrate what?” and he dropped to his knee and said, “This.” while pulling out a ring. He told me he loved me and couldn’t live without me then followed it up with the age old, “Will you marry me?” I was shaking and grinning huge and asked if he was joking (yeah since we were already planning it huh?) and then told him he was crazy and to get up. I said yes, he put it on my finger, we kissed, and then we did indeed go to The Cheesecake factory to celebrate. 

 (Right after he popped the question)

(Celebrating with cheesecake and daiquiris!)

Have you ever struggled with your faith?

I have. Several times even. I still do at times. I think that since I am the natural man, it is something that I am doomed to repeat until I die and gain a more perfect understanding but I do strive to not question God and to always keep in mind that it could always be worse. He has a plan and He never said it would be easy, only that it would be worth it.

What was your “first dance” song and what is the story behind it?

Oh I love this one! Again, this was before we were even ‘officially’ together but I already knew I wanted him forever. I was sick and he came over to keep me company. We had gotten done watching a movie and I was trying to go to sleep. I had my iPod on and he was playing with my hair. After a while, he thought I was sleeping, but I wasn’t. Tim McGraw’s, “It’s Your Love” came on and he began singing along. He sang the entire song to me and it wasn’t until six months later that I told him I had been awake. When it came to choosing our first dance song for our wedding we had so many we could’ve gone with but when this one came up to bat, we knew this was perfect.

(First dance)

What does your wedding ring look like and did you pick it out?

We actually looked at rings together and I picked out four different styles I loved. I told him I would be happy with anything he got me. He ended up choosing my favorite out of the four! It’s a 1.5 carat solitaire diamond on a thin, white gold band. Well that is actually my “engagement” ring. My wedding band is a thin, white gold band with 8 little diamonds that goes perfectly with my engagement ring. He’s incredible isn’t he?!

 (I adore my ring)

Were you a ‘wild child’?

You know I wasn’t sure if I wanted to answer this one or not because I didn’t want my readers, friends, or family (the ones that don’t already know) to view me differently but decided that my honesty is more important to you AND me than keeping my sordid past top secret. When I was a Junior in high school, my best friend committed suicide. I took it pretty hard and took the wrong path in ‘dealing’ with it. I got really angry and depressed and started doing things to my body, inside and out, that were extraordinarily detrimental. I started abusing pills of all sorts. I was abusing prescriptions, over the counter stuff, stealing others’ pills, as well as drinking, smoking, some other ‘hard’ drugs, and cutting myself. Despite knowing better, I broke myself down and damaged my spirit and mental capacities so badly that it took Mr. Superman coming into my life and in turn keeping me alive one fateful night before I realized how far off I had gotten. I still struggle with things but having him in my life and knowing that I need to be the best kind of woman he deserves, helps monumentally.

Three Fabulous Things in One!

First off, I have some insider info on something absolutely fantastic! Lindsay, the saint who designed my layout a couple weeks back, is having a terrific deal on blog designs. She is great to work with! She's having a deal on 5 different layouts at 50$ each. That's a steal! Go HERE to check it out :)

Also, I have found some great new MilSpouse blogs in the last couple of days. One of these fantastic women is Mrs. Top Gun. Her and her hubbs, Mr. Top Gun, have a great love story and I cannot wait to get to know her better! You should seriously go HERE to see all her fabulosity for yourself.

Alright lovelies, I gotta head out for school real quick but be sure to keep up on my 30 Day Meme posts and if you are new to the blog or just a little behind on reading, make sure to read my responses to all of my readers terrific questions at Questions For Mrs. S. PART 1, PART 2, and the brand new and freshly posted PART 3!

Day 7- A Photo That Makes Me Happy

I have so many pictures that make me happy but here you go :)

I chose this one because all of my wedding photos make me happy but also because I love fabulous shoes! I loved what I had my bridesmaids wear and how I incorporated fire hot red into everything :)

What makes you happy?


Not Me!!

Its that time, AGAIN. I will apologize for any lack of posting/lame posts and major MIA comments from me this week. Its my last main week of school with my last few assignments, chapter tests, and CLINICALS. I will also try to not die this week although I am in major doubt of my capabilities at this point. I mean come on, don't they know that I'm just married to Mr. Superman and that his powers don't rub off on me. Geeze. Without further ado, Not Me Monday commences.

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This week, I definitely did not find myself in the shower, after having washed my hair and in the midst of shaving my armpits, freaking out. I did not see, using my peripheral vision, a dark shadow of something in my freshly shaven right armpit. Having all the buggy phobias I don't have, I did not look down and let out a long blood curdling scream upon seeing a long 4 inch hair where there should have been nothing. My heart did not drop and then start palpitating irregularly until my genius of a brain managed to process that it was one of the hairs off my head and not a super strain of fast growing armpit hair. That is something an over dramatic, over imaginative person would do, not me.

This week, I did not find myself enjoying my nightly bubble bath only to be interrupted by over-active bug paranoia. I was not relaxing with my eyes half closed when a giant bubble had the sheer nerve to pop on my boob. I did not sit bolt up right, sloshing water out of the tub, thinking a water spider had crawled on me. I did not scream, nearly vomit from fear, then realize it was my genius brain not playing tricks on me again. Once more, that is something an over dramatic, over imaginative person would do, not me. 

This weekend did not show a recurrence of my once prevalent brain farts. I was not sitting on the couch with Mr. Superman wanting to take some pictures on our Photobooth. I did not turn the computer towards him, see his face in it, and ask if he could see me, even though the web cam was not on me. I did not then proceed to say I thought it would work like our mirror does and I did not begin crying when he started laughing and asked if I was indeed being serious. He in turn did not begin to laugh even harder when he realized I had been asking a legitimate question. That is something an a-typical 'blonde' would do, not me.

Saturday night most certainly did not find me in my laundry room ready to kick my dryer and in tears. After putting all of my freshly washed clothes into the dryer, putting dryer sheets in, and starting the timer, for some inexplicable reason it would not start. I was not tempted to use four letter words nor was I about to pull my hair out and scream for Mr. Superman to come fix the stupid thing. After trying every timer setting I did not realize that I had left the dryer door open and I did not literally laugh out loud at myself and mutter under my breath that I was an idiot. That is something a hair brained woman under too much stress would do, not me.

What did you not do?

 Be sure to check out Day 6 of 30 Day Meme below!
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Day 6- What Tickles My Fancy

Whatever tickles my fancy? Man this is hard. I hate making decisions.

Okay- I sneeze a lot. I mean A LOT. Every sneeze attack is never less than three and I think my 'record' is 23 in a row. My allergies aren't terrible, I just sneeze often. Mr. Superman likes to make fun of me. He thinks my sneezing face is ridiculous and my sister thinks the way it sounds is hilarious. Like a little high pitched laser. Pew, pew, pew. Anyway, on my wedding day, I warned my photographer that I had this sneezing problem and that I was apologizing in advance for any messed up photos. I did pretty well in the group shots and I think I made it through the ceremony without sneezing which is a miracle. I felt really bad for the people coming through our line though because some of them would be half way through saying something and I would sneeze.  Unbeknownst to me, my photographer got one of these such moments on camera.

Between sneezes

Post sneeze attack: Embarrassed

What tickles your fancy?


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The questions...

1. Do you have a fetish?
It's Sunday so I'm going to keep it clean. (Nipples) I have a slight obsession with how incredibly hot my husband is right after I shave his head. He's self-conscious about being bald at 22 but I think its sexy.

2. Do you sing in the shower?
Not so much anymore but I used to all the time. 

3. Who was your first crush?
Boy I started young! These were from pre-school but all went through like 4th grade.  My very first ones that I remember were (yes I had more than one) Ben, Clint, and Shelby. I can't list the last names because I still know all of them and a lot of people who read my blog are real life friends. Ha ha!

4. What do you think is the best manly trait a guy could have?
For me, Mr. Superman being so caring, protective, and sensitive to my needs are some of the most important traits I think he could have. His sense of duty concerning our family and to this country is incredibly attractive. 

5. Do you sleep naked?
Rarely. I prefer being comfy in a big t-shirt or one of Mr. Superman's jersey's. 

6. What do you do when (you think) no one is looking?
I try to be as lady like as possible but I distrust deodorant so I sneak a sniff every once in a while to make sure I'm still 'fresh'.

7. What's the first thing you do when you go online?
I check my email first, read through them all including blog comments, publish them, get to my Twitter, then of course FB. Its a horrible cycle but its the truth. 

8. Summer is.....?
The smell of fresh cut alfalfa, watermelon & barbecues, jumping in the pool & swimming with my babe, sunburns & freckles, spending time with family, chlorine & sunshine.

Day 5- My Favorite Quote

There is one quote that I heard from a friend's dad when I was nine years old that has stuck with me through my life. Of course there were the times when I hated that it stuck with me but in the end I always knew the truth of it and realized the importance of understanding and believing. There is also a favorite scripture of mine that goes hand in hand with it and I'll share that too.

"Adversity is mandatory, misery is optional."

John 14:27 Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

What is your favorite?


Pillow Talk: Another Nipple Rendition

It's the weekend. YES!
We had another nipple incident in the S. household this morning. Another, lying in bed and nipples were involved, incident. This time, I was awake too. Don't worry, I wasn't trying to get some but nipples were definitely involved. Confused? Here we go.

Me: Morning Sweetheart
Him: Morning. Did you sleep well?
Me: I suppose.


Him: What are you thinking about?
Me: Your nipple hair is staring at me.
Him: Are you being serious?
Me: Yes. It's taunting me. If you had back hair, it'd be staring at me too.
Him: Maybe you should go back to sleep. I think you have problems if you are hearing taunts and seeing stares from imaginary hair.
Me: You do know that if you ever did get back hair, that it is not acceptable and I'd be waxing those suckers right?
Him: Whatever you say babe.
Me: I mean chest hair is fine. It's acceptable. Back hair though, is N A S T Y. I just can't do it. It's gnarly.
Him: Okay.


Him: You sure you don't want to go back to sleep and re-do the 'Good Morning' conversation?
Me: Nope, I'm good.

If you missed last week's nipple episode, go HERE to catch up.

Day 4- My Favorite Book

I know I sound like a broken record and it's only Day 4 but this was hard. I mean, really. I love so many books, authors, types of books, you know- everything. Well, I will have to settle on a few. I am currently in the midst of reading Tuesdays With Morrie (again) and it is wonderfully inspiring and makes me think. Its absolutely a book that I would recommend everyone read at least once. I also love the Dan Brown novels. Another favorite that has stuck with me since 4th grade is The Giver. I'll stop there because if I don't, I'll be here for hours.

What are your favorites?


Day 3- My Favorite TV Show

Again, this is difficult. I watch soooo many TV shows. I never watch them when they are actually on, but there is this incredible invention called DVR, and I am obsessed. I'll just name a few. One Tree Hill. Yeah, I said it. I think I may be one of the few people who have actually seen every episode all the way from the very first time. One of my brothers and I (another Basketball player, the whole reason the show appealed to us) saw it and started watching back in the days of Nathan+Payton= Love and when Lucas was the outcast poor boy. At this point, I still watch it because I just can't give up on it. I also have watched The Hills every season and was carried over from the old school Laguna Beach. I also watch The City now. I know, I know... ridiculous but I'm addicted. I also watch Grey's Anatomy and no, I haven't seen the finale yet so I am avoiding FB & Twitter right now until I get to it on my DVR. There you have it lovelies, those are just the cream off the top of my television viewing barrel.

What are some of your favorites?

Don't You Just Love a Happy Ending?! (Plus Some Brand New Blog Hops)

Plantation, Florida: Last week police were called to investigate an attempted armed robbery: The 71-year-old retired Marine who opened fire on two robbers at a Plantation, Florida, Subway shop late Wednesday, killing one and critically wounding the other, is described as John Lovell, a former helicopter pilot for two presidents. He doesn't drink, he doesn't smoke, and he works out every day. Mr. Lovell was a man of action Wednesday night.

According to  Plantation  police, two masked gunmen came into the Subway at  1949 N. Pine Rd.  just after 11 p.m. There was a lone diner, Mr. Lovell, who was finishing his meal. After robbing the cashier, the two men attempted to shove Mr. Lovell into a bathroom and rob him as well. They got his money, but then Mr. Lovell pulled his handgun and opened fire. He shot one of the thieves in the head and chest and the other in the head.

When police arrived, they found one of the men in the shop, K-9 Units found the other in the bushes of a nearby business. They also found cash strewn around the front of the sandwich shop according to Detective Robert Rettig of the Plantation Police Department.

Both men were taken to the  Broward General Medical Center, where one, Donicio Arrindell, 22, of  North Lauderdale died. The other, 21-year-old Frederick Gadson of  Fort Lauderdale is in critical but stable condition.

A longtime friend of Lovell was not surprised to hear what happened. The friend said, ''He'd give you the shirt off his back, but he'd be mad as hell if someone tried to take the shirt off his back.''

Mr. Lovell was a pilot in the Marine Corps, flying former Presidents John F. Kennedy and Lyndon B. Johnson. He later worked as a pilot for Pan Am and Delta Airlines.

He is not expected to be charged authorities said. ''He was in fear for his life,'' Detective Rettig said, "These criminals ought to realize that most men in their 70's have military backgrounds and aren't intimidated by idiots."
Something tells me this old Marine wasn't 'in fear for his life', even though his life was definitely at risk. The only thing he could be charged with is participating in an unfair fight. One 71 year young Marine against two punks. Two head shots and one center body mass shot... Outstanding shooting! That'll teach them not to get between a Marine and his meal.

Florida law allows eligible citizens to carry a concealed weapon.

 Don't you just love a story with a happy ending? I do!

I know, I know, shameless blog post combining going on but give me a break. 

I saw this over at Mrs. Ma'ams (Check her our HERE!) so I just had to join in. 


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Day 2- My Favorite Movie

Another hard one! Man oh man. I'm actually not really that into chick flicks or sappy love stories. I enjoy action movies with lots of bangbang and explosions. Mr. Superman loves it. I do however, have to admit that I love The Notebook. Of course. I love all of the Harry Potter movies. Of course. I LOVE Seven Pounds. I also really enjoy most of the "comic book" movies. There really are so many that I love so I will stop there.

What are some of your favorites?


Day 1- My Favorite Song

Alright, this one is difficult. I love so many songs, artists, bands, types of music, etc. There are a small amount of songs that always make me feel better, or make me emotional, and I never get sick of them. This is one of them, and lately this is a song that has made me feel a little more in touch with the spiritual side of things. I think her voice in incredible. She gives me chills, that's how I know she's good :)


Beginning my 30 Day Meme!

Quickie note: Your overwhelming response and support of my last post was staggering. You are all so fabulous!

I've seen this on a handful of blogs and thought it would be fun. I'll be attempting to do a post for this every day as well as my normal posts. Clinicals, finals, and state boards are coming up though so I may have to bow out a few times. We shall see. Here are the days and topics.

Day 01 - your favorite song
Day 02 - your favorite movie
Day 03 - your favorite television program
Day 04 - your favorite book
Day 05 - your favorite quote
Day 06 - whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 - a photo that makes you happy
Day 08 - a photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 - a photo you took
Day 10 - a photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 - a photo of you taken recently
Day 12 - whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 - a fictional book
Day 14 - a non-fictional book
Day 15 - a fanfic
Day 16 - a song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 - an art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 - whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 - a talent of yours
Day 20 - a hobby of yours
Day 21 - a recipe
Day 22 - a website
Day 23 - a YouTube video
Day 24 - whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 - your day, in great detail
Day 26 - your week, in great detail
Day 27 - this month, in great detail
Day 28 - this year, in great detail
Day 29 - hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 -- whatever tickles your fancy

Dear Anonymous

I have been blogging for about 2 1/2 years now, maybe a little longer. I just started getting really into it and finding other MilSpouse blogs and bloggers I have things in common with about 2 months ago. In the last 2 months, I have recieved more anonymous commenters than I have in the entire time I've been blogging. They used to make me mad and all fired up but now I just laugh. I decided to start saving these comments for a future post dedicated to these skeezies douche bags lovely readers.

Dear Anonymous: You left me a not so nice comment about my post HERE, where I shared a video from the AF Academy. You did not like the fact that I said, "I imagine being in the Air Force Academy, they have a lot more opportunities and freedom for their creativity spectrum and entertainment." You jumped all over me like white on rice and told me in no uncertain terms should I be talking about things I myself had never experienced. Um, come again? All I was saying was the video was great and that I loved that they had more freedom in being able to make that video. You said it was much harder than BMT blah blah blah. That is besides the point. The fact that trainees at BMT can't have camera's, phones, video cameras, etc. shows that the people in the AF Academy, do in fact, have more freedom, which is all I was saying.

Dear Anonymous: You left me a comment about my post HERE. You misquoted me then questioned me. Two big no-no's Mr. Anonymous. You also made no sense. Although it was difficult to grasp what you were trying to say and in spite of your 4th grade vocabulary level, I will attempt to address your comment. Yes, I said I am Pro-Life. Yes, I said that hearing about abortion makes me sad and sick to my stomach. Yes, I said my political beliefs reflect my religious beliefs. (I still don't know why you kept pointing out to me what I said.) Then you said something that I think amounts to "supporting the war and our troops amounts to murder" so I am "a hypocrite." I don't know if you missed what else I had said in that post about them being my personal opinions/beliefs and not wanting to spark debate about politics but even so, I will respond. I won't talk about whether or not I support "the war" but I will address the fact that you said, "supporting our troops amounts to murder." Are you stupid? I mean really. Are you American? Well even if you are a stupid American, you should support our troops. Them doing what they do, day in and day out, allows you to run the ridiculous words that come from your not so educated head. Them putting on their uniform everyday, allows ignorant idiots like you to question people such as myself. Regardless of whether or not you agree with the war, you should be supporting our troops.

Dear Anonymous: You left me a comment about the same post as the above HERE. You said, "Have you ever thought in all your 'religiousness' that perhaps you have lost so many babies because you are not meant to have kids?" This one kind of has me at a loss. I sense a little bit of sarcasm towards my "religiousness" but at the same time, maybe a bit of inappropriately placed curiosity? I wanted to rage on you but you didn't have the balls to let me know who you were. I mean, there aren't enough words in the English language to describe how insensate, unsympathetic, callous, ignorant, unintelligent, and completely insensitive your comment/question was. All I can do is really hope that you grow a pair before the next time you want to spew your stupidity and that someone in turn can have the eloquence I lack in ripping you a new one making you feel positively abashed.

Dear Anonymous: You left me a comment about my posts HEREHEREHEREHERE, and, HERE. Let me start off by saying that for all your negativity and hatin' you must really love my blog because you KEEP ON COMING BACK. Apparently the fact that you think I am a "complaining, whining, illiterate, unimportant woman who tries to make myself feel more relevant by blogging about being a 'MilSpouse'" doesn't keep you from reading my blog and most certainly, doesn't keep you from being so irritated at me that you never come back. Too bad. I think my life would be complete if I never heard from you again. As for my complaining and whining, I have nothing to say besides this is MY blog, telling MY stories, and talking about MY life. If you don't like it, go jump off a cliff.  Now, concerning your claim that I am an "illiterate, unimportant woman who tries to make myself feel more relevant by blogging about being a 'MilSpouse'", I never claimed to be important or relevant. I also think you need to go look up the meaning of illiterate dearie because the fact that I can read your obnoxious comments and then in turn respond, proves you wrong. Dumbnuts.

Anyone else who is wanting to leave me a negative anonymous comment please rethink it, try to man up, grow a pair, and be an adult. There is no reason for hateful, antagonistic, or cynical attitudes. You're not only wasting so much of your own time and energy but mine as well. Making time to think up things to say and then spending time typing them out shows that you are indeed the ones who are unimportant people attempting to make yourself feel more relevant. This is my blog and I will continue to reject your comments and continue to put you on blast. Feel free to keep reading though!


Not Me!!

Mckmama- Not Me Monday

Here we are again. Le sigh. It's Monday and the weekly shenanigans are beginning again. Come feel better about yourself over at Not Me Monday. MckMama sure was wise when she created this. Its Fab.

Last Monday afternoon did not find me sorely tempted to follow a caravan of brand new hybrid, black, darkly tinted (I mean gangster dark), Tahoes. My first thought was certainly not that they were the Secret Service and I definitely didn't debate leaving Mr. Superman on base while I discreetly followed behind said caravan towards the opposite end of Georgia. That is something a very nosy, overly curious, watches too many crime shows, cat lady would do. Not me

This past Monday did not include a conversation with Mr. Superman, (a serious one at that), that ended in me exclaiming wonderingly, "You were the Queen of England?!"This was also not followed by an instance of a screaming bird in our backyard that made me jump and ask very seriously if Mr. Superman had just heard the pterodactyl too. That is something someone with way too much Jurassic Park imagination would do, not me.

I definitely didn't threaten Mr. Superman with a very painful death if he followed through with his, "Hey baby, look! I can make it into the toilet if I'm in the closet!" That is something a woman with a houseful of, under the age of 5, boys would do, not me.

Tuesday did not find me at the dinner table full of amazing tacos I had just made, with Mr. Superman blessing the food. He didn't pray over "his burritos" and "Chelle's tacos" and bless that I would find mine decent and compared to his. I definitely didn't burst into barely suppressed laughter. That is something an immature, badly self-controlled 11 year old would do, not me.

What did you not do?