Childhood Dreams with Goodnight Moon

Hey there Lovelies! I am missing from the bloggy world for a bit as I travel from Arizona back to Georgia and embark on an internetless journey of finding a house and turning it into a home before Mr. Superman arrives home. Until then, enjoy all of my Lovelies who will be entertaining you and be sure to show them a lot of love! Yeaaaah! As we start this second week of Guest Blogging Lovelies, I want to give a huge shout out to everyone thus far and an even bigger one to today's guest. Yes, the rumors are true, I am indeed hosting Amber from Goodnight Moon. Gah! Its okay, scream it out. Its okay to be excited. Be sure to go blog stalk her and maybe some of her awesomeness will rub off on you :)

Do you remember when you were growing up
you were asked the question
"What do you want to be when you grow up"?
What was your answer?
I changed my mind a few times.
I wanted to be
a teacher
a florist
a nurse
a nun.
I said nun.
Now that I'm an adult
have been an adult for some time now
I think back on my list
realized that I am none of the things I "wanted" to be.
Life happened.
That's a simple statement isn't it?
Life happened.
But it's true.
Sometimes life throws you off the course
you thought you would be on
in life by now.
And thats okay.
I am where I should be
for a reason.
I am a
stay at home mommy
to 4 amazing children.
I wouldn't give that up for anything.
Like I tell my kids everyday
"Be your best".
It doesn't matter what job you have in life
"be your best".
So it's okay that your not where you thought you would be
right now.
Life happens.
Embrace who you are right now
what you are doing.
Make your moments count
be happy.


Little Tid-Bits of History

I'm Mormon. 

I love being Mormon. 

I stand proud amongst the millions of others who believe what I believe and who trust whole-heartedly what I trust.

Did you know that in the entire history of the United States, the Mormon religion is the one and only religion that it was legal to kill a member?

Kind of insane.

I also wanted to share this story here that occurred last winter. The Mormon Tabernacle burned down. It was truly heart-breaking but this came out of it.

The entire painting scorched, ALL except around Christ. How cool is that?

This video gave me chills as the scope and magnitude of the history of my church settled in.


Living Like A Tourist With No Model Lady

Hey there Lovelies! I am missing from the bloggy world for a bit as I travel from Arizona back to Georgia and embark on an internetless journey of finding a house and turning it into a home before Mr. Superman arrives home. Until then, enjoy all of my Lovelies who will be entertaining you and be sure to show them a lot of love! Today, I have The Lady. Yes, THE Lady. She is freaking awesome and the bomb diggity. To say she's a blogging celebrity would be an understatement. Go join her fan club.

I'm not sure about you, but I am not in love with my current city.

In fact, if Jacksonville, North Carolina was a person I would recommend a good plastic surgeon.

The first business you see when you drive out of the front gate of the base is a strip club.
Not a nice one, either. No professional athletes or politicians here.

If you continue driving you will pass countless car dealerships, fast food joints, sad strip malls, sad strip
clubs and the ever present vultures of desperate service members; military financing and check cashing

It's easy to become bored in a place like this and for a long time, I was bored.

It's Saturday night!! What do you want to do? Target, the 2000 square foot mall, or the movies? Maybe
we can head to the corner gas station/McDonalds and meet up with the rest of the street bikers!
Decisions, decisions.

Luckily, while browsing through blogs one day I stumbled upon a post (I don't remember what blog, but
it was rad) in which the author talked about living like a tourist in her own town.

I was intrigued.

So that very weekend we did some research and discovered a farmers market 30 minutes away. We
went and we loved it! We started planning weekend adventures for new places and towns to explore
and after living here for 2 years I actually started to like it.

For 2 years I drove past Goodwill, never once stopping.
It's now my favorite thrifting playground and I have found countless treasures there.

30 minutes away is a restaurant devoted to Marilyn Monroe, Elvis AND Christmas. My trifecta of
happiness and for years I didn't even know it was there!! How lame was I?!?

I know it can seem like you live in the most po-diddly-unk town on the map, but if you're looking for
adventure, you'll always find it.


My Husband Gets The Shaft With Right Here, Right Now

Hey there Lovelies! I am missing from the bloggy world for a bit as I travel from Arizona back to Georgia and embark on an internetless journey of finding a house and turning it into a home before Mr. Superman arrives home. Until then, enjoy all of my Lovelies who will be entertaining you and be sure to show them a lot of love! Today I have the Lovely Adrienne. She's a newbie follower and jumped at the opportunity to blog for me which mad me SO happy. She's seriously cute and has some quick wit. Be sure to go check her out!

First off, let me just introduce myself! I am Adrienne from Right Here, Right Now!

So there we are! Yeah, that's my Army Husband in the picture! He and I have been married since Sept. of 2010! Can you believe it? Already over 6 months of marriage... Time sure does fly... Sometimes though... I feel that my husband is getting the shaft... From me (not in the gross way or anything...Get your head out of the gutter! Jebus...). I am just this 23 year old girl who he decided to marry. I am sure he has his reasons, but... He is 30! He picked this little young thing, who doesn't know too much about life... and has yet to experience many of the things that he has already experienced! Basically... What I am saying is that I am young compared to him! I don't know what I am doing!

I can tell you though, that I am SO thankful to have him as my hubby! 

He treats me so well. I mean, he married me... Got me with him to Korea, got me a Wii, and now, we're getting to move to Germany. I will admit it, I AM SPOILED by him!! And me? I do my best...ish... It's TIRING keeping up with the... internet and then trying to keep up with the house too! It's pretty tough cooking meals everyday! I barely cooked anything that wasn't out-of-the-box (aka Mac n cheese... Hamburger helper... etc). Though... I am learning, slowly. How on earth do you make it a daily thing? I don't have kids (thank goodness, I really don't know what I would do then!), that would make this a million times harder!

Husband works so hard, and then he comes home to... me... Sometimes I am showered, sometimes I get the dishes done, and clean the house. But it's rare that I have everything pristine by the time he gets home.  Which makes me think that sometimes he could be thinking to himself "What on earth has my wife DONE all day?!". But I like to think that he doesn't think that.

What do you do all day? How on earth to you keep the motivation to keep the house clean all the time?


An Attitude of Success With Katie

Hey there Lovelies! I am missing from the bloggy world for a bit as I travel from Arizona back to Georgia and embark on an internetless journey of finding a house and turning it into a home before Mr. Superman arrives home. Until then, enjoy all of my Lovelies who will be entertaining you and be sure to show them a lot of love! Today, I have my fabulous sister-in-law Katie! She's uber smart and always goes after what she wants. She also has a foodsie blog where she showcases all of her awesome kitchen creations so go check her out!

“If you shoot for the stars and hit the moon, it's OK. But you've got to shoot for something. A lot of people don't even shoot.” -Confucius

Something in the last few months has truly plagued me. I am surrounded by rich teenagers who don’t pay attention in school and try and scrape their way through the class with extra credit and cheating. Quite frankly, it’ s sickening and annoying. And it has made me realize that I am part of a waning group of people. The people who work hard to be where they are. The people who climb the ladder step-by-step as opposed to those who expect to live off of taxpayer dollars or instantly get a promotion. Too many lack an attitude of success. So I’ve put together a couple of steps that I feel are important for achieving success.

Steps to Success

1. Want it

"Without a desire to succeed, there’ s no hope at all." "The will to win, the desire to succeed, the urge to reach your full potential… these are the keys that will unlock the door to personal excellence." –Confucius 

Whether you want to score well on a test, lose ten pounds, be more outgoing… the point is that you want it. But wanting it is not always enough. You can want to get six-pack abs, but if you eat
junk food and watch TV, you’ re not going to get very far. If you want something badly enough, then you’ ll be willing to work hard to get it. Motivation is key.

2. Work for it

Of the three steps, I feel like this step is the most important of all. If you don’ t work for something, you don’ t value it as much. Desire is good, but if you’ re not willing to put in some effort to get it, then you’ ll never achieve success. For me, I’ve desperately wanted to lose some weight for years now. Wanted to lose weight… but doing nothing about it. But last summer, I started working out consistently. My desire to lose weight paired with my effort to lose weight was a winning combination. And it was just that. A combination. The best path to success pairs want with work. Without want, your success will not be satisfying.

Without work, your success might not happen at all. “It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.” -Confucius

3. Enjoy it

You can’ t just work hard and not reap the benefits of that hard work. While the results from your success are good, if you’ re not happy with them, then it wasn’t really worth it. If you don’ t enjoy your success, however, it can also be a catalyst for you to work harder- work until you DO enjoy them, until you ARE happy with what you completed. I can guarantee that I’ m pretty happy with the thirty pounds I lost last summer, but since I’ m not completely happy, I’ m going to continue to work hard until I am. Though it’ s still a ways away, the idea of my future success will keep me going, and honestly? I can’ t wait.

I’m a student. I have a 3.9 GPA. I have full-ride scholarship offers and have been accepted into some of the best schools in the country. Why? Because I’ m willing to work hard. I have been raised in a family where they accepted nothing less than the best. And I feel that many today lack this particular attitude. Maybe if we had a few more of these kinds of people in the world, we’ d have a lot less wars and a lot less debt. But for now… we’ ll keep working hard to ensure America’ s future is a good one.


Don't You Worry Mrs. S. With Like Sunshine After Rain

Hey there Lovelies! I am missing from the bloggy world for a bit as I travel from Arizona back to Georgia and embark on an internetless journey of finding a house and turning it into a home before Mr. Superman arrives home. Until then, enjoy all of my Lovelies who will be entertaining you and be sure to show them a lot of love! I am so excited to have Katie here from Like Sunshine After Rain. She's my twinner and one of my BFF's for real.  When I read her post, I was thinking, "Oh my gosh, how did she know?!" I love her to death and so will you so go check her out.

When Mrs. S. asked me to guest blog for her, I did a little happy dance. You see, other than the fact that Mrs. S. is a bit of a celebrity in the Mil-Spouse blogging world, she's also pretty much my twin. If one of us has done something in our life, has had something happen to us or caught some strange, 2 in 301,938,503 chance disease and explains it in one of our emails, the facts are that the other will write back, "You're not going to believe this, but I've done that to, had that happen and whoa, 1+1=2 and that's so me and you."

I've been wracking my brain for a week about what to write for you, Mrs. S' fabulous readers, that would live up to her standards. My husband and I were on base this weekend and it finally hit me.

We were running a bunch of errands and happened to drive past the buses, you know the one's, every military spouse, significant other, family member, fiancee and girlfriend's best and worst nightmare, pulling into a homecoming. I immediately started grinning and wiping tears from my face, all at the same time.

And then, as we turned the corner, I started giggling. Frank was looking at me, waiting for an explanation, but it was one of those pathetic giggle attacks, where you just can't do anything except giggle and gasp for air. I finally calmed down enough to say to him, "Those buses just made me remember my biggest fear about your last homecoming. I've never told you before because it was so stupid and irrational, but I couldn't stop worrying about it until I was actually in your arms again."

I was scared he wouldn't remember what I looked like. I was scared that he would get off the bus and not be able to find me, even if I was right in front of him, because he literally wouldn't remember what I looked like.

Frank just looked at me, did some giggling of his own and asked me if I was serious. I told him that yes, I was serious. We had only been dating eight months prior to him leaving for eight months and I knew he had a lot more on his mind in Afghanistan than the color of my eyes and the length and/or color of my hair. I was petrified that he wouldn't remember who I was. It was irrational and definitely laughable, but at the time, a very real fear.

So, here it is, my advice to Mrs. S. Don't worry your pretty little head off that Mr. Superman won't remember what you look like. We are twins, so I know the thought has crossed your mind. For starters, you're way too fabulous and too freaking hot to forget and well, they just don't forget. They're good like that.


Fashion Forward with Chambanachik

Hey there Lovelies! I am missing from the bloggy world for a bit as I travel from Arizona back to Georgia and embark on an internetless journey of finding a house and turning it into a home before Mr. Superman arrives home. Until then, enjoy all of my Lovelies who will be entertaining you and be sure to show them a lot of love! I was so stoked when Chambanachik said she'd guest post for me and cracked up pretty hard as I read her post. All I'm going to say is I love jellies too!! Be sure to check her out, she's fabulous. 

“Fashions have done more harm than revolutions.” -Victor Hugo

First of all, a huge thank you to Mrs. S. for letting me guest blog today! She’s kind of a blogger superstar/goddess, so I am both honored and intimidated to write for her. 

Here’s the thing- I am a bit worried about my daughter, Millie;
specifically, I’m worried that she will turn out like me. 

Most of my nieces dress like tiny pink and purple versions of their mothers. If  Millie is going to have the same fate, the poor girl was doomed years before she was even born.

I am the kind of girl who can/does spend hours pouring over fashion magazines. I drool over the creativity of  bloggers who post fabulous outfits (ahem, like Mrs. S.). I watch What Not to Wear,  Project Runway, and all the award show fashion-recaps. The amount of time I spend studying the merits of trench coats and cashmere should have made me an expert by now. I should be able to walk into a room and have everyone lose their breath in awe of my stunning look.

Not quite.

My mistakes started young. I was a bit of a tomboy as a kid, but I remember my first moment of fashion-awareness: jellies. Never mind that these shoes were popular in the 80s. I discovered them in the early 90s, and fell in love. I had pair that were a classic ballet flat, pointed toe style, and they were clear with silver glitter. Obviously, they were gorgeous shoes, and I wore them everywhere. My mom did not understand their beauty, and asked me to please wear a dressier pair to church. I clearly remember running to the car, and sliding my shoes underneath the front seat so she wouldn’t notice. Halfway to church, she remembered to check my outfit. “Oops, I…uh, forgot,” I said, secretly glad it was too late to go back home. I didn’t realize then that my mother was trying to save me from myself.

That was only the beginning. There was an outfit in junior high made up of wide leg corduroy pants and a flannel shirt, all in the same color. There were a lot of awkward moments in turtleneck and sweatpants combinations. And then there was the episode of the perm, even though I already have naturally curly hair. I enhanced this look by cutting it to chin-length, and giving myself at-home highlights. What I didn’t realize is that at-home highlights actually mean “fry your already perm-fried hair and bleach color out of you entire head”. I wore that look for an entire year. 

Maybe Millie can somehow escape the horrible legacy handed to her. If not, she will have a lot of school pictures to regret, and a lot of worry for her own children in the future. For now, I dress her in little footy pajamas with a butterfly on the rear, and pray to God for a miracle.


A Piece of Solace

When God Calls Little Children

When God calls little children to dwell with Him above,
We mortals sometimes question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache compares with the death of one small child
Who does so much to make our world seem wonderful and mild.

Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to His fold,
So He picks a little rosebud before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them, so He takes but a few
To make the land of heaven more beautiful to view.

Believing this is difficult, still, somehow we must try,
The saddest word mankind knows will always be "goodbye."
So when a little child departs, we who are left behind
Must realize God loves little children... Angels are hard to find.

-Author Unknown-


Mil-Spouse Weekly Round-Up

Welcome to this week's edition on Mil-Spouse Weekly Round-Up. Be sure to head on over to The Whole FamDamily and check Hillary out. She's hot.

This week has been long. 
Well, it's been long and short. 
I'm sure most of you can relate to that feeling. 
Its been jam packed with seeing family and friends, doing last minute fun things I've been meaning to do for the last five months, doing not so fun things like getting pre-roadtrip stuff done to my car, getting sick (again), and generally just stressing out at the reality of how utterly over-extended I am. That's what we do though right? 
We're military spouses so doing a whole lot of crap in a short amount of time while putting our best foot forward is what we do
I am currently completing my second all-nighter in a row and running on about 5 hours of good sleep in the last 48 hours. 
Today will be a day of no rest since I've been a slacker on the packing front and I leave in about 22 hours to head back to good old South Georgia.

If you're a new Lovely here on my blog, welcome! 
This is me.

This was my Lover's Day shirt and I snapped this photo for my Mr. Superman who currently resides in Assghanisand as he puts it.

He is the bomb diggity fo' sho'. 

In the next two weeks or so you will all be graced with several Lovelies who are providing entertainment in the form of guest posts while I embark on my 7th cross country journey in 18 months. 

Please be nice and leave them lots 'o' lovins' mmk?

I'll leave you with some pretty things and have a fabu weekend guys and dolls!


Pillow Talk: A Bear Ate It Edition

My BFF Forever Nikki has this thing she always says to her husband, or pretty much anyone, whenever anything goes wrong or missing. 
"A bear ate it." 
Its logical right? 
It happens all the time. 
Well since I'm with her, well, a ton, her phrases rub off on me. Yeah. That's where tonight's edition of Pillow Talk comes from. 

Me: Tell me I have to get my packing done tomorrow. I'll listen if you tell me I have to do it, just like you told me I had to put my registration sticker on. You told me, I did it, and now its done.

Him: Sweetie, you have to get your packing done tomorrow.

Me: Okay. Okay wait. Now that I'm thinking about it... I don't know where my registration is. I mean, I put the sticker on my license plate and then... I have no idea where the actual paperwork is. Crap. That's bad.

Him: How do you lose it right after you put the sticker on? I just don't get...

Me: Its not my fault. It either sprouted legs and ran away... or a bear ate it.

Him: Really? That's what you're going with?

Me: You tell me. Which one is more probable?

Him: Are we really doing this?

Me: Yes. Its the truth, I had no control over it.

Him: Well if we are indeed doing this and if its based solely on the probability of your registration disappearing under one of these two circumstances, then I'd have to go with a bear ate it.

Me: Hey, you said it, not me.


Valentine's Blog-Swap!!

A while back, Wife on the Roller Coaster had this FABULOUS idea about having a blog swap. 
She emailed 10 of us fellow bloggers, explained it all, and we all in turn invited ten other bloggers to participate in said blog swap. 
We each got paired up with two bloggers. One that we hosted on our own site and the other where we wrote a post that got shared on theirs. 
Fun right? 
Since it is Lover's Day and all, they have a Valentinesey theme and please please PLEASE be sure to go check out every other post where its linked up at

Also, be sure to go check out the post I wrote which is over at Mrs. Muffins
Even though I'm not a big lover of Lover's Day, I do hope its a happy one at any rate <3

When I got the email telling me who my guest blogger was going to be, I may have squeeled a little.
Or a lot. 
Whatever though because I know most of you, well any of you actually, would have done the exact.same.thing. 
I am so giddy and excited to tell you that today's post is brought to all you Lovelies by the ever-talented and gorgeous Mrs. P. from A Little Pink in A World of Camo
Her and her darling daughter Ariana are so blessed to have Corporal Porto as their husband and daddy. She has shared her story of love and then tragedy as she has navigated life since he gave the ultimate sacrifice and was killed in action last year. 
Her blog is witty, blunt, and brutally honest which I just adore. Thanks you Mrs. P. for being my blogger today!

"Do you remember Valentine's Day back in grade school? Your mom would take you to the store and you'd get the little paper Valentine's cards, some came with lollipops or conversation hearts or some other cheap candy. You'd write everyone's name on a card and sign yours in the from section. Every one got one. Am I the only one who did it this way? That's how it always was for me in school, so if it wasn't like that in your school just follow me, work with me here.

So anyway, you went into school the next day with your filled out Valentines and possibly some candy… and everyone got one. Man, grade school was all about fairness. No one got left out.

I still remember though, the night before I'd get all nervous. I was always kind of afraid that I wasn't going to get any. Even though the teachers designed it so that wouldn't happen and no 3rd grader would feel like a complete loser, it was still on my mind. Even though that probably wouldn't have happened, I'd at least have gotten one from my friends (RIGHT?!) it made me nervous!

That brings me to my point. I think Valentine's Day is a little bit more stress than it's worth. Dudes running around trying to figure out how to make their princess girlfriends happy, ordering $50 flowers at the last minute, chocolate, Hallmark… and girls completely stressing because, let's face it… WHAT do you get a guy for Valentine's Day (I mean, obviously you can get him any kind of gift but if you wanted to stay in the Valentine's theme…. what is there for men? I guess men like chocolate). And then there's those of us without a Valentine… O Lord, I'm the biggest loser I don't have a someone  I mean… do we really need a holiday to point out to the single people that their single?! It's kind of like, "Hey look the rest of the world's in love while you're eating bon bons alone!!"

Ok I'm being a cynic. It's not THAT bad. I just never really was into the whole Valentine's Day myself. Now, the last two years I was a bit spoiled and I'll have to admit I really enjoyed Valentine's Day with Jonathan. But now being back to one of those "single" -ish people, I just don't get what all the hype is about. I can send myself flowers on any old day, why does it have to be February 14th? Your sweetie can (and in my opinion SHOULD) buy you flowers or gifts and especially tell you they love you just because. Why do we need a dictated holiday to profess and be in love? Isn't love about always loving?

So I say to you this Valentine's Day…. enjoy it, be thankful if you've even got a sweetie (EVEN if he forgets to order you $50 flowers) but carry it on through the days ahead. Be in love EVERY day not just February 14th. Hell, postpone your Valentine's Day and celebrate it on a day that most people don't! Embrace love but not just today, every day.

I love you bloggy friends!!"


Mil-Spouse Weekly Round Up

Head over to The Hussy's place to link up this week and feel free to check out all the posts from all those other lovely Lovelies. 

Happy Weekend!


Waz on Mrs. S's Phone Yo

It's that time again Lovelies. 

I know, you have all been waiting for baited breath with baited breath for? with

Screw it.

Go link up slores. 

Now Lovelies, let me introduce you to my baller-a coffee table. I bought this sucker at Goodwill and an entire post will be coming up about this beauty and her makeover very soon.

Another one bites the dust ladies and gentlemen. Poor Spiderman, he was all peter(parker)ed out.

Remember me posting about being sick with a bunch of kids that were sick and not mine? Well Even Superman gets sick. Shocked? Me too. 

Now this gem (the baby) belongs to my fabulous BFF Forever Nikki (she learned that acronymical term at The School of Redundancy College) 
We have this system her and I. 
She has four kids, I love on them. 
She has lots of laundry but not a whole lot of motivation so I lie on her bed usually cuddling that fatty bundle below and she sorts, folds, and throws. 
This happened today and poor Paxton got smothered. We weren't worried enough to stop from laughing or refrain from helping the kid BEFORE I snapped a photo. 
Priorities people.

My Mr. Superman is a keeper. He sent me Valentines flowers early so I could enjoy them before packing up and driving 2,000 miles to go find a house. I came home late tonight and found some of them have begun to peek out! Lurve.

My glorious coffee table being smothered  like that rolly polly baby above. 

Now here is the prize winners peeps. 
This here is my trusty, oh so cuddly and loveable body pillow. 
Why is it wearing Mr. Superman's ABU top?
Oh I don't know. 
It HAS been a long time.
Not that long. 
You dirty minxes.


(Mil)ing It Over: Stereotype Edition

After, kid you not, 8 failed attempts, I got my vlog recorded for this week's (Mil)ing It Over. 
Be sure to head over to Jen's blog to get in on the action!


Yeah, Its Kinda Like That

Not these Hives

But these hives

Plus two very sick kids who are not mine who both along with me have to do this

Then throw in a lack of these

And a desperate wish to be able to declare this

Looking worse than this

Leaves everyone around me with this

Yeah, its kinda like that.


Oh How I Love the Rain

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Best Ford Commercial Ever

My MIL sent this over to me and warned me it was a tear jerker. 
It is indeed.
Mr. Superman and I both have big dreams of owning a Shelby Mustang so this was awesome.

The first car I drove of my parents was a Ford Explorer and the first car I bought myself right before high school graduation is my wonderful baby who happens to be a Ford Explorer as well. 

"Ford has not accepted a penny from the government bailout and should be marketing their action, but in my mind they have chosen to take a higher road... a road with class. Enjoy this to the very end."

Love it. 


Waz on Mrs. S's Phone Yo

I was told to GO and DO the things The Hussy commands... so here I am linking up for the very first time to 

I can tell you right now I've got a whole lot of pics of other peeps kiddies cause that's just what I do. 
I'm like a creeper lady at the park snapping photos but at least I have some sort of relation to all of 'em.

I've got one Nacho Libre/Buzz Lightyear hybrid

One horrible walk down memory lane circa 1998

I've got proof of Aiden bustin' out his grill. He just couldn't help it once Flo Rida came on. Where he hides it the rest of the time is beyond me. 

I was able to snap Woody in time out. 

According to Aiden, they fought. 

I've got proof of this category 5 dumbnuts' lack of parking ability. Way to make it nearly impossible for me to back out lady. If you can't handle size there blondie, you shouldn't even attempt to. Leave it to the real women.

I was able to document for Mr. Superman's benefit that even though he is on the other side of the world, I do indeed, get ready. 

 And not the least of these is a rare but sweet moment between sleeping, snoring, slobbering brothers.