Happy are we met, happy have we been, happy may we part and happy meet again

I realize the title of this blog may not sound grammatically correct but I found it on Pinterest and it is an old friendship quote. It really makes me think about my military friends. It makes me grateful for the ones I am currently stationed with, the ones I will be leaving or will be leaving me, and the ones I will meet again :)

My family moved around growing up. We moved around a lot. Including colleges, I've been to 25 schools. As a freshman in high school I went to 4 schools in one year. Needless to say I didn't have very many "friends". We barely stuck around long enough to learn the kids names. Despite all our moving I am blessed enough to have a best friend from High school, one from college, and a close friend I met through working while at college.

When I met Isaac I was super excited that he was going to be in the military. I actually love moving. I love going to new places. I expected to meet people but not make friends. We've only been in 5 years and moved to 2 bases. But the friendships I have made have been wonderful. They have taken me by complete surprise. It usually takes a long time to make a true friend. However, I have found in the military lifestyle that there is an automatic connection. We are more than friends, we are a family. I wish I could name all of my wonderful friends and what they have done for me but there would not be enough time. I know they are there for me in any time zone. I know I can Skype with them and it's like we are still sitting on a porch talking about life, that I can call at 11pm when I need encouragement that I'm doing an ok job with my kids, when I need prayer, when I need someone to go to lunch with, when I need to have a baby they will watch my son, bring me meals, and throw me a shower. They are there for me months a head of time or I can literally show up on their door step. They are there for my laughter and tears. The good times and bad. They are my family away from family and I am so so blessed to have them in my life. So, to all my military family. Thank you! Thanks for the big things and the small things. I am so blessed to have met you. I am glad God brought us into each others life's. Whether it be from being neighbors, husbands in the same squadrons, through another spouse, play group,or even at chic-fil-a. Thank you for being my true friends and family. Love you all!

Men it's time to man up

WARNNG: If you have a weak stomach do NOT read this.

So I wanted to put the video up of the "Man Cold" from you tube. If you get the chance go look since I can't upload it on here. It pretty much explains men and women and being sick.

Here's my vent/story. Around 2am I got sick. Like really sick. Throwing up plus diarrhea ( I told you not to read it if you have a queasy stomach). I was so sick that I literally fell asleep on the toilet. it was terrible. Now despite the fact I was literally up all night when the boys woke up I woke up with them. I then fed them breakfast and did some school work with lil Isaac (between trips to the bathroom). I of course weighed myself like I do everyday and found that I had dropped 5lbs over night! Walla! I almost wanted to be bulimic again (jk, that was meant for a laugh). I decided I should go try on some dresses for the Air Force ball. I asked Isaac to feed the boys lunch and off I went. No sooner had I gotten to the store than I felt sick again. So back home I went. When I get home I asked what the boys had eaten. Isaac's response was, " I gave them 2 fruit snacks each and jerky". I guess his thinking behind this is that b.c. the fruit snacks are in the shapes of fruit they have the same nutritional value and jerky has protein. Ummm ok... don't really follow that one but whatever. Pretty soon big Isaac says he feels sick. Thus begins his "dying". He had the same thing as me but on a much smaller scale. He only went to the restroom once and threw up once. Meanwhile I am still visiting the toilet but I manage to drive to chick fil a to get the boys dinner, come home and make sure they eat it, more diaper changes, bed time routines, pick up toys, sweep the floors, and do the dishes. Meanwhile Isaac was still on the couch. Seriously dude MAN UP! Can I get a "amen" from any wives out there!?