I have great expectations for 2010! And one of them is that the Mr.'s arrival is just around the corner ;). We went bowling at the Air Force Base on New Year's Eve and then home for a movie and popcorn. In the middle of the movie, Goosie lost her first tooth!!!!! How exciting! Happy New Year to all my followers, friends, family and blog stalkers ;). Much love to all! May the New Year be the best!
I've been so very blessed lately to receive quite a few letters/cards from the Mr. I have had some struggles these past few days with the fact that I have become selfish out of self-preservation. My selfishness is not to hurt anyone or done maliciously... I'm exhausted. I'm very tired and dealing with what seems to be weekly "flare-ups." I have had to start realizing that I need to step back and take care of myself and the little people that rely on me daily.
I received a letter today that had special meaning for me... because... it said this: "I miss you and I'm glad this is almost over. As a test, I feel like we passed with flying colors. All this did was reaffirm my love and dedication for you. Yes, it is miserable being away from you and the kids, but it has proven that we are strong. Strong than ever."
I hope the Mr. doesn't mind my sharing this. It meant so much to me to read those words because this is exactly how I feel about us.
sidenote: I have some wonderful news that the bone is regrowing in my cervical spine fusing to the surgery site! That is amazing since there were some doubts at the last doctor's appointment. Now, I get to battle for two referrals... one a renewal to the neurosurgeon and one to a rheumatologist. I hope these are easily won! As of today, if the military moves as scheduled... I'm looking at hugging the Mr. in 49 days!
I have learned quite a bit during these first 100 days of deployment. One thing I have had to do is step away from my blog. I had to make the decision to leave the laptop and just simply go to bed. I'm the only one to take care of the kids and they need me fresh and ready. And here are some of the other things I have learned:
1. I know exactly who my friends are and I don't need a ton of friends in my life. I have had to do some "friend weeding" this year and less drama = peaceful living.
2. There is soooo much truth to the phrase... deployment makes a strong marriage stronger and a weak marriage weaker. I feel like our marriage is even stronger than before!
3. You really know who will be there and who won't. Even if it's a phone call or a letter in the mail, it means so very much.
4. Just when you think you can't handle anymore... there is one more test!
5. Kids are resilient but they really need a team of support. Any extra phone calls, cards, etc. help them so much.
6. Drive-thru post office windows would be all the rage for deployed spouses... until you have pushed a stroller and lugged two or more boxes in the rain only to get to the post office that has no handicap door.... you could never truly understand!!!!
7. My neighborhood Rotary Club ROCKS! They provide two free boxes a month to deployed families! THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have only paid to ship one box during this 100 days!!!!!!
8. I am so fortunate to have my kids with me... Leo goes to sleep each night in a bunk with no one to kiss him and say, "I love you." Every morning of our marriage that he has been home I have said, "Be safe." He replies, "ALWAYS ;)" I miss saying that to him.
9. Daddy Dolls... they are expensive. Looking for a place to give a donation... try www.hugahero.com. This has helped our kids so much and they carry them everywhere.
10. Take a deep breath, let the small stuff go... it will ALWAYS be there tomorrow!
Greetings From Rancho Mirage By Ben Stein Published 4/5/2006 2:29:42 AM Tuesday
Dear Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, Marines, National Guard, Reservists,in Iraq, in the Middle East theater, in Afghanistan, in the area nearAfghanistan, in any base anywhere in the world, and your families:
Let me tell you about why you guys own about 90 percent of thecojones in the whole world right now and should be damned happy withyourselves and damned proud of who you are. It was a dazzlingly hot day herein Rancho Mirage today. I did small errands like going to the bank to pay my mortgage, finding a new bed at a price I can afford, practicing driving withmy new 5 wood, paying bills for about two hours.
I spoke for a long time to a woman who is going<http://www.spectator.org/bensdiary.asp> through a nasty child custodyfight. I got e-mails from a woman who was fired today from her job for not paying attention. I read about multi-billion-dollar mergers in Europe, Asia,and the Mideast. I noticed how overweight I am, for the millionth time.
In other words, I did a lot of nothing. Like every other Americanwho is not in the armed forces family, I basically just rearranged the deckchairs on the Titanic in my trivial, self-important, meaningless way.
Above all, I talked to a friend of more than forty-three years who told me he thought his life had no meaning because all he did was count his money.
And, friends in the armed forces, this is the story of all ofAmerica today. We are doing nothing but treading water while you guys carry on the life or death struggle against worldwide militant Islamic terrorism.Our lives are about nothing: paying bills, going to humdrum jobs, waiting until we can go to sleep and then do it all again. Our most vivid issues are trivia compared with what you do every day, every minute, every second.
Oprah Winfrey talks a lot about "meaning" in life. For her,"meaning" is dieting and then having her photo on the cover of her magazineevery single month (surely a new world record for egomania ).This is not"meaning."
Meaning is doing for others. Meaning is risking your life forothers. Meaning is putting your bodies and families' peace of mind on the line to defeat some of the most evil, sick killers the world has ever known.Meaning is leaving the comfort of home to fight to make sure that therestill will be a home for your family and for your nation and for free men and women everywhere.
Look, soldiers and Marines and sailors and airmen and CoastGuardsmen, there are eight billion people in this world. The whole fate ofthis world turns on what you people, 1.4 million, more or less, do everyday. The fate of mankind depends on what about 2/100 of one percent of thepeople in this world do every day -- and you are those people. And joiningyou is every policeman, fireman, and EMT in the country, also holding backthe tide of chaos.
Do you know how important you are? Do you know how indispensable you are? Do you know how humbly grateful any of us who has a head on his shoulders is to you?
Do you know that if you never do another thing in your lives, youwill always still be heroes? That we could live without Hollywood or WallStreet or the NFL, but we cannot live for a week without you? We are on our knees to you and we bless and pray for you every moment.
And Oprah Winfrey, if she were a size two, would not have onemillionth of your importance, and all of the Wall Street billionaires willnever mean what the least of you do, and if Barry Bonds hit ninety home runs it would not mean as much as you going on one patrol or driving one truck to the Baghdad airport.
You are everything to us, as we go through our little days, and youare in the prayers of the nation and of every decent man and woman on the planet.
That's who you are and what you mean. I hope you know that. Love, Ben Stein
Do you remember the days when your Great Grandparents or Grandparents refused to get direct deposit on their social security checks and had to HAVE the checks in their hands? They would pace by the window waiting for the postman/woman to arrive with their check so they could dash to the bank and deposit it? I'm an old person waiting by the mailbox these days. I seem to love grabbing the mail and checking it for a letter from the Mr. I probably missed a winning letter from Publisher's Clearing house because it was passed over searching for a letter from Iraq. What has happened to me? Deployment exhaustion... it's a new diagnosis that this uneducated doctor is proclaiming has possessed my body. Between running to the mailbox, I'm jotting notes to myself because I can't remember a thing. I have neglected my blog to attack Christmas with a vengence... oh, and stock pantries, wash clothes, give baths, do homework and on special days... wash my hair ;). I'm here and I'm there but I don't seem to know where I am anymore. The days are running together.............................smash!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, no... here comes Wednesday! So, dear friends. I hope to get better at this bloggin' thing! But, gotta go.................UPS IS HERE!
These cookies are SUPER easy and wonderfully delicious!!!!
INGREDIENTS 1 (18.25 ounce) package spice cake mix 1 (15 ounce) can solid pack pumpkin 1/4 tsp. of pumpkin pie spice 1 egg
DIRECTIONS Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease cookie sheets. In a large bowl, stir together the cake mix, pumpkin, pumpkin pie spice and egg until well blended. Drop by rounded spoonfuls onto the prepared cookie sheet. Bake for 10-13 minutes in the preheated oven. Allow cookies to cool on baking sheet for 5 minutes before removing to a wire rack to cool completely.
I'm going to add a glaze to mine to make them extra special!
Tomorrow, Boomer will be 3. Most of the day, it will just be the two of us. My boy holding my hand much like he gripped it the first time I put my finger into the palm of his little hand.
It is such a bittersweet day... His father will miss it all and that totally breaks my heart... for both of them.
Three years ago, the Mr. and I held hands and in one very calm and quiet birth... our son was born.
He amazes me every single day.
Isn't it bizarre how... as mothers... we get caught up in how exhausted we are doing everything for them... but, in retrospect... I have been blessed with being able to witness nearly every single aspect of Goosie and Boomer's life.
The cake is made and ready to be decorated.
The gifts are wrapped and ready for hours of play.
The hugs and kisses are about to burst from my being...
But, inside, I'm so brokenhearted for the Mr. and Boomer... I wish you both could be together.
I can't wait till the day we stop talking about when he is coming home.
isn't that so cute... a flower on the lid... heeheheh
Ribbon? Why Goosie and Boomer... I'm so surprised!!!!
a shot from every angle...
What? It's a plastic grocery bag container for your car!!!!!!!!!!
What the heck?
I have to be honest... the first time I made one of these... it was a bit of a joke.
My dear friend that has 4 beautiful children that all got the flu and they were um... vomitting... (ewwww... I know)
in the car. So... I made her a "barf bag" container. But, it is kinda cute and you could just use it to gather up trash! You could whip this out during carpool and amaze the kids... well, maybe not but it would be cute in the car!
So... in order for you to get more entries... you need to join as a follower or leave comments. I'm gonna make this one easy... click on the comments below the post and give this container a name! Make me laugh!!!!!
The giveaway ends Saturday night... and then I will announce the winner on Sunday!
I want to thank all of you that have signed up as followers and have stopped by for a visit! Today's Drab to Fab feature is a plain 4x6 photo frame turned into a "post-it" note holder. I got my frame at WalMart for a dollar. I used paper and ribbon I already had and found this wonderful tutorial. (and the tab on the side is for a pretty pen!)
I made this one to match the clipboard featured in yesterday's post! AND... I'M INCLUDING IT IN THE GIVEAWAY!
Please, remember, sign up as a follower and recieve 10 additional entries! Leave a comment on any of the posts and receive one entry each!
As always, THANK YOU for stopping by Goosie and Boomer bowtique!
Okay... are you ready for Drab to Fab week? Where I will take ordinary items and turn them into a cool gift or special treat????
Each Goosie and Boomer Bowtique follower will receive 10 entries! If you leave a comment this week on any post, you will receive an entry! So... let's get the comments started.
Today's feature is a clipboard. I have taken an ordinary clipboard and made it FAB! It would be the perfect gift for any girl that loves pink! Any girl that wants something special... or a Mom that loves to bake! OR... maybe just maybe you like to be over the top ;). It is embellished with rhinestones and flowers on the front and back. I'm sorry the images are not better. There are three coats of Luster Modge Podge to ensure long lasting! Also, there is a ribbon and button weight to hang a pen if you like!
This clipboard is part of this week's giveaway! That's right... I'm giving it away! And... I will even ship to my international friends!!!!! LEAVE COMMENTS!!!!! *Also, please note... the hairbows will be in Jan's shop on Wednesday. Goosie has a high fever and we are on lockdown today! Please support Jan and her dear friend's son! He is facing a heart transplant! Hairbows will be at "It's Your Style" on Main Street in Mascoutah, IL!
I have the copyrights to all of my photos. For more information about Hilary Rondeau Photography... please email me at: firstname.lastname@example.org And remember, if you would like to use any photos, links, etc. on this blog... always give credit where credit is due. Thank you for stopping by!
I am a stay-at-home mom of two beautiful children... yes, I am biased... I can be... they are mine! Oh, and a military wife, too, to an amazing husband! I was a teacher of the severely emotionally disturbed for nearly 10 years before I became a mother and made the decision to stay home. No longer having the classroom as a creative outlet, I turned to photography, cake decorating, and now bow creations. I was frustrated with some of the options available as far as the price of photography (my first love) and so I began taking photographs of my children and a few clients as well. You will see more than bows showcased on this blog and I hope you enjoy the creations and become inspired as well. And, yes, Goosie and Boomer are the nicknames of my two favorite creations!