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We have been married, for 15 years. Soon to be 16. In that time, we have never had anything labeled "His" and "Hers". Not a single washcloth, towel, pillowcase, not even a coffee mug. NOTHING. Then, we got Daisy. Daisy, was our first dog to EVER cling to me. The ones before always worshipped at Hubby’s feet like he was the best thing since Milk Bones. Oh sure, I was fine when he wasn’t home, or when I had something that smelled vaguely edible, but other than that, they were totally attached to him. Then we got Daisy.

Daisy, from the beginning attached herself to me. When he deployed in 2005, she became as sticky as Velcro. I to this day cannot go to the bathroom without her waiting at the door for my return. She sulks and paces if I leave the house. At this very moment, she is where she always is. Laying to the right of my chair, in the spot she’s worn into the carpet. So, finally…I have MY dog.

Then, we got Shadow. Shadow is Daisy in reverse. He’s worn a spot by Hubby’s chair. He sulks when hubby isn’t home, or is gone for a few days, follows him everywhere. He sings loudly to him when he arrives home every day. He spends his time gazing adoringly at him every evening.

It gets worse. If I go to bed first, both dogs follow, they LOVE bedtime almost as much as dinner time. Daisy climbs into bed, on Hubby’s side, Shadow lies down on the floor by the dresser. Sounds ok right? Oh no. If Hubby goes to bed first, Daisy stays with me, and shadow follows him to bed. Gets in MY side of the bed, fully sprawled out, head on MY pillows. Now, where Daisy moves as soon as Hubby enters the room…Shadow goes limp and cannot be budged. There have been nights I’ve laid ON him, and he doesn’t move. Let me just tell you, my 120 pounds soaking wet self cannot move an 85 pound dog that goes limp. In dead weight he might as well way 200 pounds.

So there you have it, no towels, no mugs, no pillowcases. But we do have His and Hers dogs.

I guess it’s time for a real update. Not too much happening. Thanksgiving was nice, I still hold my personal record of not yet burning the Sweet Potatoes. Ok, so using the crock pot pretty much eliminates that. I still take credit.

The kids are doing ok in school, youngest is now playing two instruments, heaven help me. Somehow she decided along with violin, she needed to play the clarinet. The oldest is still in Chorus, with an upcoming holiday concert.

The dogs are as bad as the kids. fighting over toys and parental attention.

hubby, as I posted earlier has finally made E6. It should be official next month. About time, considering he went to BNCOC (the school for E6) a year ago, and has already served his squad leader time as well. Too bad he can’t get backpay for that:P

I’m doing ok too. I guess I haven’t updated since my ultrasound, but I finally got the results. My gallbladder is fine, no stones, nothing. The final diagnosis was Irritable Bowel Syndrome. I think I’d prefer gallstones, but I think I finally have it under control. Activia yogurt is a wonderful thing.

Well, that wasn’t real exciting now was it? Guess I need to work on that.

Let’s start with why I shouldn’t answer the phone while battling my fall/winter allergies AND a cold.

1. The call for hubby that includes the message 6:30 Formation in ACU’s, becomes 634 Mason in ACU’s.

Ooops. In my defense, I’m stuffy, my ears are congested, and I didn’t enlist, he did. I was drafted.

Now the good news. After almost two years of jerking him around, hubby went to the promotion board. This would be for e6. and…

HE PASSED!!!!

So, we have a new president elect. Not the one I wanted, but I guess we’ll just see how he does and hope for the best. What else can we do? No, I did not vote…for the first time in 16 years. We had a slight bit of confusion here. I sent my registration out, and never got it back. Or so I thought. About 8:30 last night I found out I did get my card. Crapsticks.

Next time I guess. I feel kind of crappy for not voting, but this could have happened to anyone. And I don’t CARE what anyone says, I still have EVERY right to complain. I’m so sick of hearing that if you don’t vote you have no right to complain. Who are these people to SHAME people who didn’t vote for one reason or another? What gives THEM that right?  But as long as my husband’s work attire includes camo and combat boots, I have every right in the world to my opinions. Other people complain about their husbands boss, my husband’s boss just happens to be the President.

Frankly I don’t HAVE any opinions yet. Both candidates had good ideas and bad, both occasionally needed shoe horns to pry their feet out of their mouths, both sides had lack of experience working against them (Palin, and Obama) and had experience working for them (McCain and Biden). I think Obama is an eloquent speaker, and can only hope the conviction behind his words is real. I whole heartedly agree it was time for a change. My only wish for the future is that we look at the PERSON not the PARTY when making a decision. Too many people have said “we need republicans/democrats out”. That’s not true. We need irresponsible, selfish, agenda climbing, corrupt PEOPLE out.

I have had the worst “bad Mom” feeling. and I totally earned it. My oldest daughter had a chorus concert yesterday. We wrote down the directions from google, and set off to meet her at the school. When I saw we, I mean I. See there are two listings for schools with the same name. One in Tacoma, the other the correct one. Both use similar directions, and have 2 similar street names. Given a 50/50 chance I wrote down the wrong one. I should have checked the school district website. They have directions right there. Hindsight, bla bla.

Her group started at 7. We left home at 6, and thanks to my brilliant directions ended up all turned around and lost, arriving at the correct destination at 7:25. We could hear them singing, but couldn’t go in. The ROTC was Guarding the doors, and would let noone in, even if their child was CURRENTLY singing. So we missed the entire thing. Couldn’t even watch her last 5 minutes.

Epic Fail.

We have already determined that a husband, upon hearing his bipolar wife get upset at the casual brushing of crumbs on the floor by her daughter should NOT say “have you taken your meds today?”. But there are some things a wife really shouldn’t say.

I found myself guilty the night Hunny left for the field. Now our bedroom is typically cold at night. But I just snuggle up to him and stay warm all night. He however, was going out to a training area that is more than likely covered with snow and quite cold. So saying “it is going to be so hard to stay warm at night while you’re gone” was probably NOT the smartest comment I could make at the time. I got quite the look on that one let me tell you. Oops!

So, hubby goes to the field last night. Me being the night owl and wonderful wife that I am, made him breakfast at 2am, he was leaving at 3. In the course of conversation, I asked if I needed to know anything about the truck, since I’d have it. Very casually he says …

“oh yeah. The oil pressure drops and the check engine light comes on. By the way, we need an oil change on payday” *facepalm* ya think?? So, I check the oil this morning , cold. Darned near empty. Had a quart in there, so I popped it in the truck, ran to the shoppette to get more. I’ll put it in tomorrow.

We all know something goes wrong the day they leave, at least I found out beforehand what it was right? Shadow is sulking, this will last a day or two. The big baby. Worse than a child.

Tax time is coming, I am anxious and apprehensive. So much we need out of that one payment. But it should be ok. A washer and dryer of course, possibly a computer…hubby’s seems to be dying on us. Bills to pay off, and of course the grab two carts and attack the grocery store thing to fill the freezer and cabinets to capacity. Oh and spring cleaning supplies. That’s always fun.

Nothing new going on though, same stuff different day.

When you look in the mirror, you presumably see a reflection of yourself. Unless you’re a vampire…in which case get thee a drink and just go with it. But, when I look at my WoW characters, I see myself as well. No, I don’t REALLY think I’m a tall willowy elf with healing powers out the wazoo. I am talking about how each character we play, must surely in some ways reflect our personality. So, I decided to list mine.

Jessmyn (site’s namesake)…or LadyJess- Holy Priest. She is all goodness and light, nurturing bumps, bruises, gouges, disease. But she can surely land a nice 1.7k smite on your ass if you push! I see this toon, as a reflection of my main role in life. I am first and foremost a wife, and a Mom. I bandaid scraped knees, vanquish colds, flu, and other illnesses. I will also smite anyone that tries to hurt my husband, or my kids, and if you really push it…I have that dark, shadowy side that you do NOT want to meet.

Teranna - BM Hunter- This is my Tom Boy side. I grew up in Pennsylvania, with family that loved hunting, the outdoors, and I have ALWAYS loved pets. As a kid, while most girls played barbies, or tea party, I was content catching snakes, frogs, salamanders, fishing. I never got to go hunting myself, although I’d like to. It just isn’t feasible. So, I have Tera, and her loyal companions to help with that.

Kemenfea- Balance Druid Clearly the kid in me. The whimsy part that used to cause me as a kid to write short stories about magical creatures and lands. Now I get to be one.

And introducing….

Sarannia- Baby Shaman- She is my temper, my stubborn streak, explosive, destructive, and tough. She also should have been named some female variation of Zeus….just so she could have the joy of using this line on occasion…

Yeah, Zeus. You know, Mount Olympus, father of Apollo, don’t f*** with me or I’ll shove a lightning bolt up your ass, Zeus! You got a problem with that?

I’m going to be shocked if noone recognizes that quote by the way. So anyhow, that is how I see myself in my characters. I’d kinda like to see others blogger gamers reflections…but I’m not going to tag any of you. Just…go for it :biggrin_wp:

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First off, Happy New Year!

I am glad to see another year starting myself. 2007 has been more aggravating, more stressful, more challenging than any I can remember. We started with moving from Alaska to WA, we are ending with us (ie: ME) still settling in and finding my feet. It wasn’t all bad, there were good things. A friend taking in people he’d only known from the internet, and giving us a place to stay for a while. Getting our own house on base. Bringing a new dog into the family.

It has also brought with it many financial difficulties, which we are closer each day to overcoming at tax time.

I have watched my oldest daughter turn into a full fledged teenager. I’ve seen her starting to have less angst, be less of a drama queen and even be less moody. I’ve seen her sister enter the stage she just started ending.

I’ve seen friends here I thought I wouldn’t see again, however brief it may have been. I’ve seen anthills the size of a 4 year old.

But I’m ready to see 2008 begin, and pray for a smoother year and a light at the end of the tunnel. In the mean time I’ll watch this CSI marathon, and wait.