LEGS goes Native....**

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TANK GIRLZ weather logbook: It has been breezy, sunny and warm! Surprisingly the exchange rate has not changed ( 1 Euro= $1.43 ) and this makes life in NEVER NEVER LAND- OH So much better!

Special Edition: ARMS without LEGS Day 13, 14....oh geez, who really cares what day it is....its been AWHILE since I saw LEGS.....



No Fruit. Yep you heard me.....No fruit.  The frost killed it all.....I may get some apples but there won't be many......VERDICT on BROKEN MIRROR= 7 years BAD LUCK- AFFIRMATIVE.

On Saturday I spent all morning setting  the stage for a group picnic. I pranced around all morning and busted out all my fancy tea pots and pitchers, and I actually believed I was good at hosting people.  

People started showing up and I felt undeniably nervous.  I even had pit stains.....I was sweating like a hooker in church.....to my defense it was hot out....

I told everybody to bring their kids, that was the whole point, their kids could play in my very large yard.....but then....their kids just starred at us....what were they supposed to do? I don't know....I don't have kids....Don't kids know how to play outside??? I don't have toys....because I don't have kids.....

After awhile I heard them finally get creative, they started making up games that we played as kids....and I do think that the Mommies were able to have an adult conversation for awhile, and by the time everybody left- the kids were tired and the Mommies were content.....so all in all it was a success.....

In my mind: Wow.....I think kids of today's world have forgotten how to play outside. Also, I did witness the older sister (which was me as a child) exclude her younger sister because she wanted to fit in better with kids her age ( I am guilty as charged!), it made me feel bad for doing the same thing to my younger sisters...but now....I couldn't imagine my life without my sisters....

I also learned that kids are fascinated by gardening, and plants......I think when it comes time to plant I may have some of them over to help me......

My time as the Significant Other to a man in the Marines prepared me well for my time as a Wife in the ARMY.  In the Marines it was very 'If we wanted you to have a wife, we would have issued you one.'  When the boyz went to the field they were training for a life and death situation, and when they were deployed best not distract them with anything back home.  Of course......LEGS' job was much different then it is now.....but so far in the ARMY it has been VERY family friendly as far as I can tell.  


Sunday morning word got out that some wives were taking a trip up to where the boys were.  I found this to be VERY VERY odd.....without proper authorization in the Marines this kind of act would reflect very badly on you and your Marine.  I don't want to sound like a cold hearted wife because....I'm not...but....driving a few hours away to POSSIBLY see your husband seems very foolish and irrational to me.....


I like the idea of it all....the grand gesture of driving far away to give your man a Hollywood Kiss....but the boyz are....TRAINING....IN THE FIELD....so that when they go to WAR....the don't DIE.........


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..............................Right????


And even though I was home, near my family, another Military wife taught me this..........


Make wherever you live, in whatever house you live in, YOUR HOME.  Make it a place that you want to be, that you feel safe in, make it a beautiful sanctuary.  LEGS and I have argued and fought over this.....and if you read my earlier blogs you will see evidence that this is true....about me bringing EVERYTHING I want to bring WITH ME.....just because we are military doesn't mean we should have to give up ANYTHING......

I also spend money to make my home a home.  If you have to be far away from your home, your family and your friends, you better at least be comfortable where you live.  Hang pictures, make a special room for yourself with things you like, accommodate yourself, because you will be all you have.....


When I touched on this subject with LEGS on the phone, he told me I was spoiled and that the guys are going to get mad because all their wives will be spending money on things for the house.....you know what?....I wish they would.....I wish they would get mad-SMH....this life is not for the faint of heart, and I know that the husbands who have unhappy wives have been getting more disgruntled phone calls in the field then LEGS has....

And I would like to make one more point, when you MARRY somebody, you MARRY them so you don't have to live the rest of your life alone.  When you MARRY a man in the military its because you love him so much you are willing to spend the rest of your life alone.  



Find hobbies.  Every time LEGS leaves I tell myself, 'When he gets back I am going to be better.'  And I have followed through, on one deployment I quit smoking, on another I learned how to knit, since we have been in this life I have learned how to box, I have lost weight, now I am learning German, and how to Garden.  And having kids does not exclude you from some of these or even most of them.....

Give yourself some breathing room.  Get a sitter or enroll the kids in a program that gives you some time to yourself.  You don't have to be everything to everybody and you don't have to do it all yourself.  Ask for help.  Take care of yourself.   Listen to your body.


Am I preaching to the choir?

I got a tattoo.  Thumbelina gave it to me.  On my leg.  See!?

We were coloring with crayons on paper at LIZA's house, and Thumbelina kept trying to color my leg, so I gave her a marker to use....What? She could be the next Kat Von D! Then I drew a flower on her hand....

I am pretty sure that I was a bad influence on her and I fear what will become of the next time she gets a hold of markers....she might look like KAT VON D......


How messed up is it that a Mommy made ME dinner on Mother's Day? I came home weighing 500 lbs.....and thinking how lucky I am to have such caring people in my life.....

The wind is blowing outside....really hard...and I am a little spooked....this is when sleeping alone sucks.....there is nothing more comforting then a storm outside, when your inside snuggled up to your Significant Other, there is nothing more unsettling then a new house with strange noises caused by the wind and being utterly alone.

The desperation that I went to sleep with was abruptly made stagnant Monday morning when LEGS called....

(Side Note:  It is absolutely foolish to believe that in relationships, even in the best relationships, people don't fight.....and if they don't....like seriously don't fight at all....one person is always eating sh*t.  I have no shame in admitting LEGS and I sometimes fight, we have a good solid marriage and are very happy together, but we do fight, the key is its always small, we fight about small stuff, not big stuff....which doesn't make it any less important.....)


Sometimes.....when the BOYZ go out in the field, and they spend so much time grabbing their meatballz and sausage, posturing, which usually includes foul language, grappling, and really exaggerated WAR stories, using a special language in the form of grunts, mumbles and sarcasm....they forget how to be socially acceptable in the REAL WORLD, which includes beautiful women such as myself.....

LEGS went NATIVE....


LEGS has officially forgotten how to hold a conversation, so he spent his precious moments of phone time talking AT me and not TO me...by the end of the conversation, which was wrapped up with a bow (smart a** comment regurgitated just to tick me off) I told him that I love him, I missed him but not to hurry back from the field. (Side Note: The conversation was not angry more sarcastic and snotty)


I gave him ample time to call or text an apology (because he knew damn well he had me fit to be tied)....but.....after a long enough pause I texted him and told him that I might be too busy to complete a task he assigned me.....which may or may not have been childish.....but boyz are dumb- so if he didn't know this was me waving the WAR flag!


I spent all day festering over the conversation.....it was vacant....and empty....and I desperately wanted more.....I NEEDED more....


Along with every weed I pulled that day was a fantasy it was his head being pulled off his body....I decided....I needed therapy....so I went to OBI (Home Depot in NEVER NEVER LAND) and bought houseplants, soil and seeds, and then took my loyal and loving companion Karmella for a stroll....by the time I went to bed I had reached indifference.....if LEGS called I wasn't answering.....


Here's the thing that irritates me too, how much you want to bet he went on about his day and didn't even think twice about our lame exchange, whereas I replayed it over and over and over in my head all day long!


I woke up at 4:30am Tuesday morning because....truthfully I had to pee.....and then I couldn't fall back asleep because it was possible at that very minute KayBear could be in labor.....I started to agonize over the pain she was probably in and then I was wide awake and restless.....


They decided not to induce her.....which I know she is very bummed out about, but based on what all my other Mommy friends have told me, is better for her and the baby.  Rylee will come when she is ready and if she doesn't come soon....I have good reason to believe we have a future female boxer on our hands....I was 16 days late....(every boxer needs to be a little stubborn and pig-headed its the only way you can survive such a tough sport)....


Knitting Projects:


Here are a pair of booties I knitted RYLEE

Guilty Pleasures:


Over eating again: Oreo Cookies, Oreo Balls, Chocolate Chip Cookies, Candy, Biscotti, Red Wine, and anything else that struck my fancy...


Being judgmental and frustrated with people....


Acting like a child.....


Random Thoughts:


I am not a quiet person.  I know some of you are laughing when I make that statement....but....lately....I found myself at a loss for words....I don't know what to say.....I am finding that many of my peers here in NEVER NEVER LAND have children, and I don't, so offering parenting advice is ridiculous.....I have found that many of my peers are more sensitive then me, which is strange because I always thought that I was overly sensitive, so I am afraid to say what I am thinking, and I have also found that my life experiences and approach are a polar opposite of many of my peers....I feel lost.....and quiet.....


Did you really think Mosley would beat PACQUIAO!?! If you did.....you have lost your mind!


I have NEVER.....


I can't believe him....who does he think he is.....he's your husband Tiffany, the one you chose.....grrrr.....

I hate saying  I told you so....but....I told you so.....

Man....its amazing how quickly kids can make you IRATE....

Somebody....who goes by the name of FREAK SHOW, challenged my sprained ankle story....

It hurts......bad....

Post Script: My apologies: I have been so bad about pictures and artwork, I am going to re-vamp and be better about it, its just most of what I have written has been in my own head....and that....is hard to capture, so hopefully I do it well with words....**

OVER & OUT


Just another day in the life of an unlikely military wife.....**