Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Hey, It's Okay Tuesday!

I got this idea from Glamour magazine. They have a section called Hey, It’s Okay and will list a bunch of things to be okay about. You're welcome to join in and do something like this on your blog. Doesn't have to be on a Tuesday either. Just make sure you link up and that the post you link up is a Hey, It's Okay Post. Grab the button if you'd like!

--To be flattered that my post The Pity Flowers was shared on the Military Spouse webpage. The magazine is full of all sorts of helpful information, so I was pleased when my post was asked to be placed there. You can check it out here.

--To think it was funny when Tom said, "Please no more reality shows. It's sad that I know Mady is the favorite on Dance Moms. It's something a man should not know."

--To might see Fury with Tom. He loves World War 2 films. I like some of them. But I get attached to characters and when they die, it upsets me. Tom is all, "That's war, sweetheart." I know! But sheesh! My nerves!

--To enjoy the show Blacklist. I just started watching it with Tom.

--To be taking the kids to Tom's squadron Halloween party on Friday. These sort of things make me nervous, because I'm shy and I never know what to say. I'll probably just make excited comments over all the desserts.

--To have written a review for Chick Lit Central about Driving With The Top Down by Beth Harbison here. Go read the book. Or any of her books, really. And go check out Chick Lit Central. They review all sorts of fantastic books over there and are the reason why my library waiting list is so long.

--To be watching the new season of True Tori tonight. Sorry Tom.

--To have bought Shopaholic to the Stars by Sophie Kinsella. Do you like the Shopaholic series? Becky is back in this new book, out TODAY! I love, love, love Sophie's books. I laugh more at her books than any others so far, which is why I actually buy her stuff. No waiting at the library!

--To be happy that the other lady on Etsy came through and made Natalie's Halloween costume. I'm still waiting on getting my money back from the other one.

Airing My Dirty Laundry

Monday, October 20, 2014

A Date With My Son

It seemed like the entire state of Oklahoma was at Golden Corral.

The parking lot was full. I had never seen it full before.

I managed to find a spot and as I parked, two gigantic busses pulled up in front of the entrance.

"What the f*ck?" I said and then quickly added, "Sorry. Don't repeat that."

Because my twelve-year-old son was in the backseat.

We were on a date. I dropped off Natalie at Kid's Night Out at her gymnastics place. For $20 you get 4 hours of peace. I use that time to take my son out because he is not a fan of his sister. She's too noisy for him. He loves her, of course, but he'd rather not have to deal with her.

"Hurry. Let's try to beat the bus people," I said, scrambling to get out.

I did not want to wait in a long line.

Tommy and I rushed inside, right on time, because a long line of men began to climb out of the busses. Football players. Ugh. Why can't they go eat in the football field? I abhor football, so I was not pleased or excited to see a bunch of burly men approaching.

Golden Corral was already packed as it was. Tommy and I managed to find a table and then we grabbed plates and rushed towards the food because hello, two busses FILLED with football players. Who like to eat.

Seriously, these dudes were everywhere. Scooping up all my food. They ate the last of my sweet potato casserole. I watched in horror as someone else scooped up the last of the fried rice. In five minutes, a lot of the food was GONE. I kept bumping into a football player, because they are so big and because the room space is not the largest.

A lot of people in Golden Corral seemed happy to see these guys.

"Football!" a lot of them said. "What team?"

I think they said Henderson? In Arkansas?

I didn't care. I was miffed that they were EATING ALL MY FOOD.

As Tommy and I were scooping some white rice on our plates, new fried rice was placed out. So yay, we had food!

Eating with my boy is always fun.

I asked him if he talked to people in school. He really doesn't talk to people. He's worried they'll laugh at him. "Should I tell people I have Autism?" he once asked. I told him it was his choice. "If they knew, maybe they'd understand me," he continued, and it made my heart squeeze a bit.

"I say hello to people," Tommy answered. "Why don't girls play video games? There are beautiful girls but they don't like video games."

Tommy loves video games. He probably tries to talk to girls, and they aren't really interested. He says he doesn't bother talking to the boys, because the boys are loud and rude to the teachers. He doesn't like that.

"I only want intelligent friends," Tommy told me seriously.

I wish he had more friends. I worry he's lonely. He says he's not. He says he'd prefer to go about his day, get his work done, and come home and play video games.

"I have a question," Tommy said and I worried it was going to be something awkward like the time he asked while we were at the store, "Why do black people say 'homie' a lot?". But thankfully he went, "Why do people fall asleep in class? It seems rude."

"It is," I agreed.

"Some of my teachers have to wake kids up. Every day," Tommy said, astounded. "And some boys won't be quiet in class so the teacher has to yell, which I don't like."

"Some people have no manners," I sighed. "How about we get dessert?"

We loaded up on dessert. Thankfully the football players seemed to still be shoveling in regular food down their massive throats. So I could grab various slices of cake, fruit from the chocolate wonderfall, and my banana pudding.

I don't hold back at buffets.

I love going out with my son. I hope he'll always want to come out with me. He'll be thirteen in March so I cherish the time I have with him.

I'm lucky.

I don't have a kid who falls asleep in class and he has manners.

Plus he appreciates desserts like I do.

He rocks.

Friday, October 17, 2014

8 Things Security Forces Members (and Police Officers) Have To Deal With

My husband is a part of Security Forces in the Air Force.

It's basically a fancy name for military police.

He gets to wear this nifty beret too.

He also has to deal with all sorts of people at his job and has told me some insane stories.

Here is some of what he has to deal with while at work:

1. People who say, "I deserve to be saluted. Do you know who my husband is?"

Seriously. There are some spouses who believe they deserve to be saluted if their husband is high ranking.  Or if they get a ticket, they want to bring up their oh-so-important husband. It doesn't matter. You break the rules. You get a ticket.

2. Only sometimes it's not true. Tom once got in trouble for pulling over a high ranking officer for speeding.

So. If you have brass, you can speed? You'd think those people would want to, I don't know, set an example for the base and NOT SPEED.

3. People who say, "Um no, I wasn't speeding!"

You were, because there's this awesome thing called a radar gun. The speed limit on base is 25 in most areas. 15 in housing. Just be honest and say, "Sorry, I was going fast." Don't have an attitude. Don't lie. Most of the time if you're polite, you're let off with a warning.

4. People who say, "I don't have my license."

Why the H would you get into a vehicle without your license?!

5. People who say, "My tag isn't current because I forgot to get a new one."

Uh, they send reminders in the mail. And also, if a year is up, don't you think it's time to get a new one? If I could remember to renew both tags on both our vehicles when Tom was in Korea for an entire year, so can you.

6. People who say "Stay warm!" or "Stay cool," to the Security Forces members at the gate.

This comes across as sarcastic and Security Forces members don't want to hear it. Sometimes people are genuinely being nice. But most aren't. Here's a tip: if you say it and you mean to be nice, bring some hot chocolate to everyone at the gate. Or if it's hot, drinks from Sonic. Happy Hour is half price drinks.

7. Messy people. Tom does dorm inspections sometimes and guys? Some troops are slobs.

It's called Lysol and Windex. Don't be gross.

8. Crazy domestic disputes.

Tom once had to break up a fight over laundry detergent. Laundry. Detergent. Guys, this isn't Jerry Springer. Relax. Go out and buy another thing of Tide if it's so important to you.


Remember. Treat Security Forces with respect. So many times they are treated like servants. All these things apply to regular police officers too. They can get a bad rap and yes, like with every profession you do have bad seeds. But for the most part, the people protecting and serving us with very little pay are good human beings.

So thank them.

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