most of my known audience for this blog was visiting me here and keeping us busy and off the computer
But, I guess it's time to get through the keyboard all the jumbled thoughts that bounce around in my head.
A big one tonight is Larry. This week he's been in some sort of field medical something or other. (yeah, I'm good with details) He's really been struggling with making weight this year and passing the PRT (physical readiness test- how fast you run 1.5 miles, how many push ups/pulls ups, etc, you can do..) He's had shin spints (and yeah, I know, I kinda scoffed at the idea too- until he had a bone scan that make them look like bad stress fractures).
And as of today he's "in the field" meaning he's somewhere "in the field" with a 90 lb backpack hiking 8 miles or something an sleeping under the stars.
The thought of sleeping in a tent makes his skin crawl. I think "oh, it's fun" he thinks "I'm not sleeping on the ground- ever. I'll pull a camper or drive an RV there" And tonight.. yep.. he's sleeping under the stars. I think he'll look alot more favorable at a tent tonight. But I'm sure he won't be thinking that sleeping in a tent is a good idea of relaxing vacation, either.
Yesterday they had a run. Yep. A real run. With real Marines.
And my husband.
(I hear you laughing)
So.. after not running because of the shin splint problem he's out in the field with real Marines and 20-year old corpsmans.. running.
And while he said "nope, can't run"
They said "everyone runs, Sir"
And he said "can't go further"
They said "we'll push you Sir, everyone runs and makes it"
(and they literally pushed him)
He said "I'm going to fall down and die"
They said "we'll drag you, Sir, we don't leave a man behind"
lol
he could hardly move when he came home last night after their run, I can imagine how he'll be after sleeping on the ground followed by a 26 hour march or some other war-prep torture they do here.
And tonight we bid on yet another house.
OK. I bid with Larry's name (and permission).
I'm actually pretty good at forging his name. This
And it is by far in the nicest neighborhood we've looked in.
Stable- it's the only house for sale.
Nice- too nice- I think they'd throw us out. There wasn't the sound of children either time I was there looking at the house (well, other than the screaming and yelling of our kids..) Our Van will be the oldest vehicle there and it leaks oil on the pale concrete (immaculate) driveway
BUT BUT BUT
It would be in the "best" school district in Oceanside, hands down.
If they accept our pathetic bid, we'd have a house worth 50% more than we paid for it
Not getting my hopes up. We got another rejection today (yesterday?) on the current house I really wanted- next to the owner of 'babyhawk' of all things. (I know my family has no idea who they are, but they're another parent-started company who make baby carries) Larry though it would be cool. I thought it would only be cool if we got along. And we have that (obnoxious) dog and kids issue that I worry alot that neighbors won't like us...
So.. just hoping and praying things work out. In some way or other.
In other no-so-newsworthy news-
life has returned to "normal" as normal as things get, anyway.
The kids are having withdrawal from not having grandma/poppop/cousins/aunt Janelle/uncle Andrew around. The last 2 days there was some serious WII competition between my 27 year old brother and 6 year old son. My son was thrilled to death to have someone to play his beloved "tank" game with and was having convulsions when I told him his WII time was going to be seriously curtailed now that life has returned to normal.
So.. without electronic entertainment, they turned to the tried and true entertainment-water.
Yesterday they poured the dog dish of water (I'm thinking it might have been refilled and re dumped..)over the kitchen and "skated" across the floor.
Long enough for JM to bump his head yet again- he still has a black eye from some fall last week and several other bumps to the head recently- and yet- after 2 seconds of crying he returned right back to "skating" across the floor.
With his brother and sisters. Who also crashed and cried.
But didn't learn since they went right back to it, even after I handed them each a towel and told them to wipe up their mess- nope- they put the towels on the floor and "skated" on them.
So.. just in case you wonder- I'm not sure- are they brain damaged from falling over and over again or just really really slow learners??
It's now well after 9 and they're still awake and causing havoc. I'm wishing *I* could go to sleep, yet they wish they could stay up til 1am. WHY God? Why did you make things that way? It makes SO much more sense to give the adults enough energy to deal with their kids.. ya know?
Yet another unanswered mystery there...
Oh- yeah- about the policemen on my doorstep-
Yesterday- about 8 am I hear knocking at the door. Open it and there are 2 cops (and let me tell you, I had heart failure - especially after a major motorcycle accident in our family this week- the first thing I thought was "oh no- something happened to Larry")
Nope. They are looking for a previous tenant here (friend/roommate of our landlord/owner of the house). I think serving his arrest warrant.
Lovely.
Just lovely.
I forgot to ask what he was wanted for, I was so relieved they weren't dealing me bad news.
Just another week in paradise here~~
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