How did he know?

Somehow Uncle Kracker knew what I was thinking and wrote a song about it! Thanks to a special friend for introducing me to this song. Now I'm incredibly blessed to have someone in my life who makes me want to sing it.

You´re better then the best
I´m lucky just to linger in your life
Cooler then the flip side of my pillow that´s right
Completely unaware
Nothing can compare to where you send me
Lets me know that it´s ok yeah it´s ok
And the moments when my good times start to fade

You make me smile like the sun
Fall out of bed
Sing like a bird
Dizzy in my head
Spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold
Buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Ohh you make me smile

Even when you´re gone
Somehow you come along
Just like a flower poking through the sidewalk crack and just like that
You steal away the rain and just like that

You make me smile like the sun
Fall out of
bed sing like bird
Dizzy in my head spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold
buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Ohh you make me smile

Don´t know how I lived without you
Cuz everytime that I get around you
I see the best of me inside your eyes
You make me smile
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold
buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild

You make me smile like the sun
Fall out of bed
sing like bird
Dizzy in my head
spin like a record
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold
buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Ohh you make me smile
Ohh you make me smile
Ohh you make me smile

Too happy for my own good!

So to start with, there are many things in my life that should be making me unhappy right now. I deploy soon and it looks like there is a decent chance that I won't get to see my family before I go. Not cool. I moved out of my house and am now couch/floor hopping until the aforementioned deployment. Also not cool. For those of you not up to date, let me know and I'll fill you in. Work is horrible, more so now than normal because I can't stop thinking that I'm supposed to be in California right now on leave and not here in the hell-hole that is CT. Also not cool.

So why you might ask am I so happy all the time? Well I'll give you a hint. I've been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow (yes that's Jane Austen, and it's perfect). Luckily for me those eyes are looking in my direction and I'm staring directly into hers. And yes, her eyes are bewitching and her face beautiful. This makes me happy. It overpowers my work and the rest of the drama of my life. Every day I look forward to hearing her voice and every time I even think of it I smile. So I'm happy and that's that.

719 Day

For those of you that don't know, today is a very special day. Today we celebrate the boat. For most of the crew it's a sarcastic and meaningless exercise, but we do enjoy the day off of work, if we get it. Somehow I am very fortunate today and don't have to go in, I get to enjoy the picnic we're having. Hopefully I get to slip away early and go do something that's actually fun.

Anyway, my hate and discontent are beyond the scope. We, the crew, mostly nukes, make fun of the diggit mentality of the upper chain of command by taking it to a whole new level. If something happens that we need to put in the logs and it happens close to 0719 or 1719 on the clock, then we log it at 0719/1719. That's just one small example of ou ever expanding ridiculousness. Our new captain came up with a new slogan for the boat: PRIDE. Providence is the only boat that has the word pride in its name, so now we get to use it all the freakin time. Every time we have quarters on the pier it ends with "Pride on 9, 719- PRIDE!!!" by the entire crew. Except for me of course. I refuse to say it in such a forum. I will, however, make fun of it every chance I get. It's one of the little things that we do to try and find some enjoyment in the misery that is our existence onboard the mighty P.

I guess I was tired

I just woke up at 2 am, halfway off of the side of the bed. I'm fully clothed, even my boots are still on. And how did I get here? I guess when you're that tired you just fall asleep anywhere and anyhow. Good thing I woke up before work!

Society

I came to the realization yesterday that people are rude. I pushed the little blue button in my truck for directions and a very pleasant woman answered. The "navigation adviser" people are almost always nice, but they get paid to be that way so it doesn't count. Anyway, I always try to be really nice to them, since I'm sure that a lot of people are not. The woman seemed genuinely surprised that I said thank you and told her to have a nice day. It reminded me of a day in high school when i stepped in front of a girl in my class to open the door for her. She stopped and told me rather haughtily that she was very capable of opening her own doors. I don't mean to sound egotistical, but what the hell happened to good manners? Be nice to people! You usually feel good about and it makes both your days better.

Yes, I have pink on my blog. It's very visible to make it easier for Emily to read. I'm ok with it.

Determinations

Everything that we are doing at work right now is in preparation for deployment. Pre=deployment training, pre-overseas movement maintenance, pre-deployment loading, etc. We've been thinking about deployment so much that we've forgotten that it's still months away. We still have over four months to go before we leave and yet we act as if we'll be saying goodbye tomorrow. It's as if we are already on our way out the door. So, I am determined to make the most of what time we do still have before we leave. Any suggestions?

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Someone that I don't know is following my blog. Is that normal?

Parenting

So I've learned a lot of things living in my house with four kids. #1 is that I want kids. I already knew that but now it's confirmed. I would say that I want a girl but I witness the cute stage when they're six or seven and the bitchy pre-teen phase which is not fun at all ("Damn it, just get over it or start bleeding already!" is the response from my roommate). I would say a boy but they are fiendish and sneaky, more so than the girls. My determination is that there is no right answer. Either one is amazing in different ways.

Other things that I've learned-

Don't baby the baby. Just because it's little and cute does not mean that it should be able to get away with anything. It makes the older kids resent him and then they start turning on him. Not cool.

Consistency. Punishment means nothing if you turn around and cuddle two seconds later. I understand that when they're really young that after they've taken a nap or had some time to chill out, they will forget why they're being punished. You have to know when it's been enough.

Spend time with your kids!!! Children are meant to be heard, seen, felt (not in a creepy way), and experienced. Quiet does not always equal good. Kids need attention. If you have a dog you take it for walks and pet it. Multiply the time you spend with your dog by five and that's a minimum amount of time to spend with your kids.

These are just a few things that I've thought about recently and they may not be universal. I do know that the best part of my day is walking inside and have an adorable little girl hug me and not want to let go. Of course you may get the same response from a loving dog for less cost and fewer gross diapers to change. It's up to you.

Inspiration

So. My sisters are all very creative and always have these amazingly inspirational or fun blog posts to read. I've known this as fact for some time but am now still awake at 140 am because I could not stop reading them. So I'm inspired. I'm not sure if it's due to me just wanting to be expressive or due to the fact that I can't have my sisters being more wordsmithy than I am without a fight (yes I know wordsmithy isn't a word, I'm being creative. let it go.). So here I am in the middle of the night (wondering why I hear scampering feet outside my door. Abby already went to the bathroom before I put her to bed) trying to rally some creativity. I may have used it all up on my new word, see above, but I'll try to muster up some more. Here goes.

I have 483 days remaining in the Navy. I mentioned this to my mother earlier and she remarked that it seemed like just yesterday I had 719. She also brought up a good point about my future outside of the navy. Once I am done with my indentured servitude something new will begin.

My Life.

What will I do then? No, not where will I go? Where will I work? The question is, what will I count down to? My life will start and I will have to start counting up was her point. I'm not sure if I agree or not. I think that in everyone's life there are things that they count down to. My Mom counts down until the end of school, my Dad counts down until the next graduation or conference or how long it will be until it's socially acceptable to check his PDA in the middle of a conversation (I love you Dad but it's true). I don't know what my sisters count down to. Maybe their student loan payments or something like that. There is a point to be made. I've spent the past few years of my life waiting for something to end and I'm going to be faced with the task of building a future. I think about this a lot actually. What will I want to do with my life when it is no longer ruled by my profession? We'll delve into that later.