Joy of all Joys.

So guess what I did today? No, really. Guess? Give up, it was really exciting, see after a few days of gradually worsening pain and sleepless nights I went to see the Dentist, someone I have not seen in awhile where I had 2 wisdom teeth removed. 2 down, 2 to go. They wanted to do all at the same time, but uh, yeah, I am happy to go back and have it done again so I feel somewhat normal with half of my mouth. Plus, they only had time since I was a walk in emergency patient to do the two teeth. I was glad that the place I picked out of the phone book turned out to be a really great place. Everyone was nice and friendly which makes the freaking out a bit easier to handle, see I was shaking so hard you think I was in a freezing room, and though it did not stop till I was already in a reclined position it made things easier to handle. I also found one of the rare few who did not need to put me under. I know some of you would prefer that but not me. It was on of the things I dreaded most about the whole wisdom teeth experience. They let Chris come into the room as they worked on my teeth where he fainted. Yes, my husband can make it threw the birth of his baby girl but not while they grind my tooth down to bits to pull out. I remember from my reclined position that one minute he was gripping my hand to let me know he was there and the next minute his hand went limp in mine, then was no longer in my hand and then there was the thump of his whole body sliding off the chair and onto the floor where his head got a nice bruise. I am happy to say he is OK and after them giving him so juice and moving him away from the view of my mouth he has his full color back. 

So here I am at home, tired from lack of sleep and very hungry. Yes, there is not a whole lot of things to eat when they say eat "soft foods" and to not eat foods that can get stuck in the now empty tooth sockets. Yeah, plans for tomorrow (New Years) were supposed to be Chinese food, which is no longer going to happen. I guess it will be soup for me, aren't I the lucky one.

Plus side the numbness has gone and there is little pain (though the medicine I took might be helping with that, but I am glad to announce I have yet to break into my bottle of Vicodin, yet.)

So that was my day. Aren't you just so jealous. The bright side is I should be able to sleep tonight after many nights of pain and agony, that's a plus. I'm off to drink something now that I can feel my tongue and play some Spore because my son got it for Christmas and it is the coolest and its something I can do sitting down (Doctors Orders, my poor husband) Wish me a fast recovery with NO problems.

Its going to be one of those crazy days

So today we will make our third attempt and seeing Santa. Hannah has been begging and pleading to see Santa forever. The first time we went the line was over 2 hours long and yes, we were the mean parents who did not want to wait for 2 hours so our daughter could see Santa. Instead we bribed her with a book from Barnes and Noble and promised to come back. Well we came back on Sunday to find out that the snow had shut down the mall. I wanted to scream at someone. There was not that much snow, but here everything is shutting down the weekend before Christmas and now my daughter was going to be denied Santa again? Geesh, you would think these people were not used to some snow. So now today, the day before Christmas Eve we will make one last attempt. The snow is melting, the roads are slush (and I will admit I am sad, I love the snow. Here in Washington its nice enough out to play in it and not freeze your butt off) and I expect the mall to be open even though the trash people did not come to get my trash. We will see Santa, I promised my daughter and regardless of the line or the crowds there will be that memory that she so badly wants. Now it is dealing with the angry 9 year old. Yes, he is not one bit of happy about us dragging his butt off too the mall and has no desire to sit on Santa's lap. His reply when I tried to talk him into it (complete with an eye roll) was "Mom, please, I'm 9, and that is embarrassing. Do you know what my friends would do if they saw me sitting on Santa's Lap?" Yes, my 9 year old is growing up and turning into a teenager faster then Id like. 

I'm off to make fudge and deviled eggs for my husband and kids. I love to bake, I'm not crazy about the cleaning up part though.

Just a quick update

So After much speculation of where we will move to next we have decided to stick with D.C. I know, how annoying I was with the whole thinking and wondering and stressing, but trust me when I say its a huge deal up and moving over and over again when kids are involved and much needs to be thought out and for the whole mess of thinking on paper and changing our minds I apologize. D.C Is still not a for sure thing, but we will know as of Friday. I am keeping my fingers crossed and praying it all works out. Sadly it is up to Chris's current command on this decision because they have to sign off on him extending for 8 more months for reasons I wont get into right now. I dread the idea of having to extend for 8 more months here and having to sit threw another winter. I hate the idea of up and moving in a school year but Chris would be crazy to pass this job up and we love the idea of D.C so the pros win over the cons. We even passed up the possibility of re-enlisting in a tax free zone and losing 10 thousand dollars to take this Job, so yeah, we must really want it (BAD) So here as I said is hoping Chris gets the OK and we can rest and not stress until it is time to move. So there is the current update on all that madness.

Now onto other things. I have been wrapping presents like crazy, Hannah is wanting to help which is OK. She picks out the paper, the bows and puts the presents under the tree for me. She has become my little helper. Jordan informed me today what he got me for Christmas. It was so cute the way he let me in on the secret. Chris and I already exchanged our gifts from each other, we are bad about keeping things like that secret, but usually when we take the kids shopping for the others present we do keep that secret because its their surprise to give. The kids are all excited and hype about next week. I don't blame them, I remember being that age. Hopefully they wont be like me though and unwrap the presents and then re-wrap them while my parents slept. I know, shame on me and trust me I always hated come Christmas that I knew what I was getting. This weekend I will start the baking.

We had a fabulous time this weekend at our Bill Engvall concert. A date is very rare for us and even more rare is the special treat of doing something fun and different, like we did Saturday night. We laughed so hard and I look forward to seeing him again if he comes back to this area. I told Chris Id like to make a concert or show a yearly thing if possible (his schedule doesn't always allow for that)

So that's it, my quick update. If I don't get to post before Christmas then Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays everyone.

Isn't that the way things go?

Have you ever gone shopping for something in particular but end up being frustrated because you can't find anything that fits what you are looking for? Like for instance you might be looking for a sweater to go with a pair of pants, or a dress for a party and yet you find nothing you like or is right for you (as in you find the perfect dress but not in your size) so eventually you get all frustrated and just settle or give up because your sick of looking? And does it not seem that when your just looking around a store for nothing in particular that's when you find many things you want? Usually this happens when you don't need it or worse, you don't have the money for it?

Well this happened to me. Last summer I looked high and low for a dress for Chris's sisters wedding, and found nothing I liked, or could afford and settled on a dress I had already in my closet. Today while we were waiting on our pictures at JCpenny's we killed time by looking in stores and I found like 6 dresses that I not only loved, but they all fit me perfect and were on sale. Damn the timing. I ended up buying one with the intend of going back next weekend and possibly buying another one. They were very cute party dresses that would look amazing with knee high black boots or heels and I kept thinking "this would be perfect for Vegas" because damn it in the next two years we will make it to Vegas with no kids and I want to look very cute and grown up when I go so I don't get the people asking me to show my ID every 10 minutes. Its bad enough people at Chris's command tend to mistake me as his daughter so I need things to make me look older. I want those dresses, and by the way I am not a dress person, so for me to love these dresses and love the way the look on me (I'm very critical about the way things look on me) is amazing.

On the bright side after buying the dress today I found out if we want to go (and can find a babysitter) there is a command Christmas party in a few weeks, so at least I have a place to wear my new dress (that is while it waits to be worn in Vegas)

Lets just flip a coin

OK, so I am going crazy with deciding where we will move too next. I know, its already been mentioned in 2 other post's, but I need to put my thoughts somewhat down and here seemed like a good idea.

These are the three choices we have for Chris sticking with projects, which he wants. That really is the only thing he wants, as for the where we move too, he does not seem to care which leaves the ball in my court (by the way, thanks honey) Why is it so hard for him to just help me decide? I mean this is a decision that affects the whole family. Its frustrating and I want to scream. Last night I got so mad at him as I made an pros and con's list for each duty station and he just sat there acting like he did no hear me at all. So finally I gave up and said "whatever, you choose where we move too, I don't care, I'm sick of this" and left. Well I went upstairs, I did not actually leave the house.

As I said Hawaii is a big step in the moving process. Yeah, I know how beautiful would it be to live there? And I so badly want to go, but the two biggest problems that arise are my kids education and the worry that Chris might get stuck on the island. See after he is done with shore duty he goes back to sea duty, and they might say "your here, and your staying here" which means going back to a fast attack boat, which is kind of what he is on now, and I don't know if you have noticed but he is never, ever home and until he leaves this command it will be about the same, with him always being gone. So yeah, I don't want to go back to a fast attack unless we have too.

D.C. Is still there. You know the job that was offered to my husband and he really wants. Again though problems arise. We have to extend 8 months, meaning we will move middle of the school year for the kids instead of in the summer. We also take a risk with his current command saying no to the extension and even if he can extend he will spend those 8 months gone, leaving me alone to set up the move and a place to live in DC which trust me with two kids is not easy.

Lastly there is Staying here. Yeah, I know. Everyone thinks its beautiful here. Its green and pretty and the mountains in the distance. I love Seattle, and hiking and going over to the beaches on the pacific ocean, but it rains allot. Its always wet, and its depressing. I hate housing here, its to expensive and to small for what you get. Yeah, staying here does not make me happy. I sound like a snob but some places are better suited for people and others are not, I fall in the are not category when it comes to living here.

So yeah, I give up. I say whatever he picks is fine with me, and truly it is, even if we stay here. I mean he is choosing his job, and that is what matters the most. He should like what he does right? So we will see, let this little drama I guess you could call it play out and we will see what the orders say where our life will take us. I will obviously let everyone know, even if you don't care. I keep waiting for Chris to come home and say "honey, we are going here" maybe then I can stop stressing some, not like orders can not be changed, hell its happened to us twice before we came here. So even once we have them in hand I am not holding my breath.

OK, I'm sure you are sick of my complaints. Ill stop now. Thanks for letting me get that off my chest.