MOVING ON

A screaming cry from Little K wrenched me from sleep this morning. After I tucked my heart back into my chest I checked the clock. 3:38am. awesome.

Of course Little K ate and went right back to sleep. I was wide awake so I started to pack. We have been in Texas for a few months, coming from LA and are finally headed out to Florida next week. While it has been a fabulous adventure shacking up with my parents, we must say goodbye. There are a few new claw prints in their hardwood, scribbles on the wall and stains on the couch. We even managed to take down the whole house with the flu passed on from one germy Punks. All of this to say thank you. We are a family that gives.

booties to save the hardwood

I was thrilled to get out of the city of nuts where so many strive for such perfection that they loose the sense of who they really are.  Hollywood is no role model yet everyone wants to be part of the hype. All of this while the homeless guy on the corner jumps out and scares you every time you pass by.  Don't get me wrong, it was much fun in the beginning, but once I had kids, I realized just how shallow the pool really was.

That being said...

I am sure Florida will bring a whole new adventure. When I scrolled the website for our new community, I came across a list of social groups you could take part in. While I might be tempted to be part of the book club, garden club, rotary, bunko club ... um never mind, I have never really been a "club" sort of girl. Oh wait, maybe the Moms Club? Consisting of "a special group of women and children that coordinate play dates and activities to fill our days with a little less stress and a little more fun!"

The International MOMS Club® is an international non-profit organization aimed at providing support for mothers who have chosen to stay home and raise their children. They also have some members that work part-time. Founded in 2002, the MOMS Club® includes member moms of varying ages, with kids ranging from newborns up to school aged.

really?

So, off we are on our new adventure. Thank goodness for my husband. While I have always been independent, I can't imagine the road now without him.  I have high hopes for Florida. A place we will raise our kids and live happily ever after. Maybe without some of the featured social groups.

Kinda like the the booger Punks dug out of her nose this morning and wiped on my leg.  "ahhhh, boogie mama me" Life consists of the good, the bad, the boogie. 

Although I am hoping...

we have made a few friends who can vouch for us before they realize I blogged about them prematurely...

... just in case I do decide to join a featured social group
~SOS~

SHARK BITE

I have a friend. Lets call him L. He is funny. His is kind. He is crazy. He is a Marine. He loves his country and has served two tours in Iraq. He is a true hero.

A few weeks ago his troop was training off the coast of Hawaii. While they were diving a curious baby Tiger Shark decided to check out what they were doing. Apparently the shark came out of nowhere and took a snack bite out of L's arm and another Marine. Then he proceeded to clamp down on a third guy only this time he did not let go.  Little Mister Tiger decided he liked this guy best and swam away carrying the guy out to sea as he was thrashing for his life.

Let us think for a minute... what would you do if a shark started to swim out to sea with your friend? Panic? Freak out? Stare in shock?

L and another Marine swam after the shark. They caught Mister Tiger and started beating on him.

The shark let go and the guy lived. They all lived.

How is that for an ego booster?   

HOORAH!
~SOS~

STRAIGHT UP THE MOUNTAIN

I lived in Vail, Colorado for four of the most incredible years of my life. I was the Activity Director of a private club attached to the ginormous Vail Resorts.  So many activities for the members, yet the snowshoe hike always proved the most popular.  A group of us would hike up Bachelor Gulch Mountain to Zach's Cabin for dinner, hopefully the full moon lighting the way.

One night things went awry.  There was a Marine in the group.  He decided to hell with the trail, he was headed straight up. The quickest route. That made the most sense.  There was wine and a warm fire waiting at the cabin.  Now, if you have ever hiked a snow covered mountain, you know that going straight up a blue slope is near impossible for most.  Half my group started to follow him and the other half was lagging behind.  Everyone gasping for air, me included.  Everyone, except the Marine of course.  My nerves started to tingle.  My blood pressure rising. The group was breaking apart. Dark night. Steep, snowy mountain. Not good.  I had to call for back-up. Forty minutes and six snowmobiles later there were some very exhausted hikers, but everyone made it to the cabin. Once I peeled off my layers and brushed off the snow I was extremely angry pissed. Blood boiling. I hunt down the marine and give him a piece of my mind. His reply: "Wanna go out?" I'm sorry WTF? Is he serious?!? All I could do was walk away.  It would have been unprofessional to smack him.

He stalked called me for a few weeks and I finally agreed to go out with him. We decided for our first date it was only appropriate to take a snowshoe hike, him promising it would not be straight up. He vowed to follow my lead.  So, we hiked and drank wine and ended up at the cabin where we drank more wine and talked for hours by the fire.  After dinner we noodled with the idea of sliding down the mountain on our butts, but in the end we decided it wise to take the Snowcat down. No need to call in the snowmobiles tonight.

The following month, another snowshoe hike.  This time I lit up the trail with bright green glow sticks. Follow the sticks I told my hikers as I scanned the crowd.  The Marine was back. I give him my best "you better follow the sticks" glare.  He smiled back at me. He didn't follow the sticks. And neither did a handful of others. What is up with men and their egos? Once again I call in the snowmobiles to round everyone up and get them to the cabin.

And that is how the adventure has continued on ever since. It has been an incredible journey and although difficult at times, I could not imagine life without the crazy Marine. He is always seeking out the next mountain to climb and never even hesitates to take it head on.

The mountain we are headed up at the moment is getting a lot of attention. It all started with an article he wrote for Ranger Up and snowballed into Alchemist Management. I am so incredibly proud of what he has accomplished so far and yet it is only the beginning.  He continues to amaze me everyday.

a few of the boys

So, we are headed up this very steep mountain. Together. And no matter what lies ahead, he will always be that crazy, hardheaded, punk ass Marine I met on the mountain one dark night eight years ago to me.
~SOS~

THE BUBBLE

I have always had a big bubble. No, I don't mean my backside.  I mean the "bubble" as in the space between me and you.  Why do people not get this simple courtesy? Let me summarize.

1.  I do not desire to smell the onion rings you had for lunch. the deodorant you should be wearing. or the expensive perfume you are wearing. This will make me hold my breath and hope you will go away before I pass out.

2.  Your story is not going to be better understood the closer you get to my face.  Purell makes my face dry, please do not spittle on me when you talk.

3.  Your not going to get through the line faster by taking two steps to my one and your breath on my back is making my skin crawl.

So, here is a good rule of thumb in case you are unaware about personal space.
Women: If your boob is touching me, your too close.
Men: Picture the length of your penis foot. No, the actual size. Multiply by three. Now, you can take off a few inches because we know your still exaggerating.

Do not come any closer.
~SOS~

PHENOMENON

Facebook. A great way to keep up with my 550 people I have associated with at one point or another in my life friends. You can find out who is pregnant, unemployed, in a relationship, married, divorced, sick in the head and so many other things as you prowl the pages. What a wealth of drama information. Tooooo much information sometimes. It is like a real life soap opera. online.

However.

In my opinion. and we all know opinions are like... well, you know.  One thing Facebook needs improvement on is their buttons. At current we only have a LIKE button. So, you can go around and LIKE pictures, comments, status, bands, restaurants, anything really that you come across. Thank goodness if you get carried away you can UNLIKE too.

Still wouldn't it be great if there were other buttons such as WHO STOLE MY PANTS button, MEET ME AT HAPPY HOUR button, or even a GET A LIFE button.

If your a parent you could make use of the DO THE DISHES AND CLEAN UP YOUR ROOM button, GET YOUR ASS HOME NOW button, YOUR GROUNDED button.

You could communicate with your significant other too with a DO ME NOW button, SORRY I HAVE A HEADACHE button, or YES, HONEY. 


wow.

Imagine the possibilities. Verbal communication is so over. Who needs to dial a number and speak when you can just text? Better yet, you can Facebook. Never again would you have to call your husband at work to ask when he might be home. You can just Facebook him.  KIDS AT PLAYDATES and BE HERE IN 10?  Boom. 2 buttons. done.

It seems the times are changing and communication is now faster, more efficient and... brilliant.
~SOS~