Army Wife Living & Raw Adventures

Changes! Exciting news!!!

2011-09-23T12:31:00.001-04:00

Army Wife Living & Raw Adventures has officially moved to Wordpress. Not sure how it came about other then a want to have even more control over how the site looks and finding information within it faster. So a few days have been spent with a few more to get everything from all the blogs moved over and in fantastic order.

Although I am content having 2 actually 3 journals/blogs/sites going at once (perhaps I should see a therapist) I am enjoying having all my many personalities in one spot. I would love for you to stop by and say hello.

The Forks Farm is a creation to express more of myself. A mix of Army Wife Living, Art, Food and Life. Feature all the shops in one place and giving a voice to every part that makes me ME.

One thing I am rather excited about is the fact that you can simple click on one link in the blog to get all the Army Wife Living updates you want.

I have imported all the posts from this blog to Wordpress so no one is missing comments and you can see how the shops have progressed over the years.

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Playing Games with TBI *an update

2011-09-20T17:12:00.005-04:00

Life in our house has changed a bit over the 10+ yrs of marriage. And most of it good, some of it sad and others funny. We have moved, moved, moved and moved again. We have cried, been elated and down right confused. From moving across an ocean when we first married to moving to Washington, moving with in Washington State about 20 billion times and then Moving to Kentucky and back again. We have seen car accidents, robberies and an IED explosion rip through our world. But in the end we can say 10+ years and counting.

But TBI has been a very different type of something that we are working through. TBI = Traumatic Brain Injury. That injury occurred when The Big O's vehicle rolled over and IED (roadsidebomb) in Afghanistan over 5 months ago. He came out unscathed visibly, but with a TBI. Imagine placing his head on a soft surface and putting a large board on top of his head, now have an elephant stand on the board with two more elephants on its back. Let him stay for a minute like that and then quickly release the elephant and all its pressure. The brain swells in reaction to the pressure and things get smooshed. Nerves, receptors and connections get jumbled. Everything intact but not normal. He can walk talk breath move be a normal functioning human in most cases. But the little things are what have changed and could get better or could remain the same for the rest of his life.

It has changed his reaction time to most things that we, as people without a TBI take for granted. The littlest of things is Sarcasm. You know those dry jokes that are made to poke fun at a situation or thing. Well it goes right over his head. Math is a tricky subject, counting change is humorous most days, figuring out what month it is in Number form is a hassle and remembering what year it is gets in the way. Numbers are his folly right now. That and lack of sleep, headaches, nightmares, quick trigger to irritation. Sudden childlike whims to do something, buy something or conquer something only to be left frustrated when he can't get all the pieces to work together at the same time. All those things are workable, one day at a time things. We laugh at some, I see his frustration in others and I do cry with certain reactions I get. Hard to change how you communicate with a person and not take an off reaction as personal even with a great excuse like being Blown up.

How can it all be fixed? Tough question when it comes to the brain being that no one is quite the same in healing rates with a TBI. But we do have homework and different things to try in order to get him "back to normal" or I like to think maybe better then normal. One of the things we do is play games.

The games are brain teasers, "think Fun" found at most game shops and book stores. They create little challenges, work his competitive side but also teaches strategy and patience. We take turns playing them completing each skill level before moving on. And I have to say it is fun. We turn off the tv, one person reads while the other completes the puzzle and doesn't cheat by watching how it was done. And of course his winning moment is when I can't figure out a puzzle and he has to teach me.

One day at a time, one math problem at a time. With Laughter and Patience things can only get better.

*I am not a doctor, or counselor, I am a wife of a soldier who was injured and taking every moment as it comes. Injuries (all of them) are hard and need professionals to diagnose and treat.

Being Selfish or Am I?

2011-09-08T20:00:00.000-04:00

One day we will be out of the Army. One day we will know what that out date will be. But you know how it is, nothing is truly final until you have the paper in your hands. So while one day lingers out there I am, we are, slowly transitioning into doing what we want to do, what we hope to do and dreaming of what we could do. Will we move to the largest island in the world to live the rest of our days? Perhaps. Or will it be just a visit and we return "home" which for us home will always be Washington State. And even though we are home we are still in the Army and although we have settled into a house we are still not truly settled until the Army no longer has say in where we live.

Even with the army still holding our foot to the ground I am making sure I work on my dreams, yep I have dreams too. It's not all Army all the time in our house anymore. Working on my own things more, putting ME ahead a little bit more, now that The Soldier improves daily. I can see light all around us. A few bumps happen every now and then. TBI is always a work in progress with great days toppled by moments that make you say "what the hell happened" as a schedule falls apart, things get forgotten and moods swing wide. Thankfully those days are happening less often and the good days more often. And with each good day, good moment, good hour I get a little farther along in my dreams. I would love if you stopped by The Forks Farm to read all about a few of them.

Why a different blog? I suppose I needed a break from all that is Army, call it an alter ego or the real deal. Either way I need to be me, and the me that is a separate identity from my husband and his army world. An Identity that is truly all mine. Not My Husbands career, but MY career. Not My husbands promotion or deployment worries but My achievements and my worries. Of course he can't help but be a part of some of the dreams I have, the world would stop spinning if it were any other way. The Army world and the one I am starting to create will definitely have to co-exist for a little while longer.

Hope to see you snooping through The Forks Farm soon and getting a glimpse at some of my dreams.

Lets Get Dirty Together

Speaking your mind

2011-08-02T14:37:00.000-04:00

I recently read a blog post and wonder how others feel. I read her journal/opinion blog and farm blog often and love how she writes. She is frank about how she feels and really lays it out there. Her point in the entry, aside from the military members that have lost their lives, is a great one. Get involved, know what your state representatives, senators & president is up to and voice your concerns.

She begins her post with a disclaimer, which I appreciate, It kept me reading without getting irritated or angry with her first statement, "... I will make no bones about it, not one god damned soldier died for ME last week. Not one soldier died for ME last month." Click on the title of her post to read the entire entry, but I would love to hear your opinion. Just your opinion. I can relate to what she is saying in the later half of her post after I stop flinching from the first half.

Here is a snippet of what I liked about her post:

The One That’ll Probably Piss a lot of People Off

From Diana Prichard

And another section from her post:

From Diana Prichard

A portion of my response to her was this... "... He was recently hurt in Afghanistan and is now home with me. And although he serves, although I am proud of him, we/he feels it is pointless to be there… anywhere but home. Protecting the people at home, protecting our rights at home, defending our boarders, not theirs. You are right in your opinion (how could you be anything else, it is your opinion) no one sent him there other then a politician. When I look at my husband and see him struggle with his injuries I get angry. Angry at him for signing up again and deploying, angry at the man who planted the bomb that blow up next to him, but mostly angry at the politicians who allow this to continue. A fight not for freedom but for something so much less in value. I love the idea of picketing the meat counter at the supermarket."

I chose not to jump up and down about soldiers dying and how she felt the media and others push it on her to "mourn" them and remember them. I chose not to respond to that because I felt she has a right to feel that way. And also I agreed with the rest of what she was writing about. Read her blog post and see what I mean by picket the meat counters. She has a point. But please come back and tell me what you think.

Finally feeling like Home

2011-08-01T17:00:00.000-04:00

We have arrived in our new home and new post. The Big O is spending the glorious day In-Processing and getting to know this Warrior Transition Battalion. They seem to have all their ducks in a row. But onto more exciting news... We found the perfect house. Well at least it is perfect to us. A roomy older house sitting on 1/2 an acre of land with fruit trees and space. I have my own studio to work in, the kitchen is old but works. Now we just needs a large table. I wonder if we are the only married 30somethings that don't have a proper dining/eating table. We have a small one but nothing you could call out to others and say "Lets eat." Oh well, back to the house...

The House includes an apple tree, pear tree, plum tree and a newly discovered cherry tree. The apples are growning well. The pear tree is lacking sunlight and the pears are pretty small, the cherries need to be picked and the plum tree is looking great. Bigger bonus, Black berry bushes at the edge of the yard. Can you say Jam? Pretty excited about that.

The grass was cut the day after I took these photos so it looks a little better now. It definitely need more work, the raise bed vegetable patch is in pretty bad shape. Weeds Ivy and a mole have taken over. And the Fire pit outdoor spot is weed and spider covered. All in time and with some sweat I will have it together. The truly wonderful part about getting this house and having yard work to do... I Can Breath.

Moving Again, My Head Hurts

2011-07-14T08:17:00.000-04:00

Wow the past month has been a bit crazy and then add to that short notice of a PSC move to Fort Lewis.

Quick update on The Big O's injuries and treatment. I left off with the journals saying that plans had changed my soldier was not well and needed to go to Germany. From there he was scanned, X-rayed, poked and prodded then put on a plane back to the United States. Communication with the Rear Detachment was inconsistent. At one point I was told "we don't track non-fatal injuries" that definitely lead to a lot of phone calls on my part trying to figure out what they do track, leading to more frustration and then having to wait for my husband to call me and recount what Doctors told him through a foggy Traumatic Brain Injury did not help. It was great to hear his voice. And ever so grateful in an odd way that they weren't "tracking" him because he wasn't injured enough to track. But the slow link of communication between the army and me was concerning. He finally got home and I finally moved back to be with him two weeks after the Explosion. Then the fun, insert throbbing headache and lack of sleep, really began.

The Short version of our day to day. Short term memory loss, a neck and back injury and a ton of Vertigo. The days move by fast. either going to doctors appointments or driving back and forth about 3 times a day for random things and pick ups and drop offs. Dealing with a Post that was not prepared for his Unit to arrive and was absolutely not ready for them to deploy and then return hurt. But we are dealing and FINALLY getting somewhere.

With all the stress of this event and moments that followed we have a ray of light. Moving to Fort Lewis Washington. Moving back home a year early and although it is short notice (3 weeks to pack move find a home and unpack again) I am so glad to be leaving. This has been one of the Hottest summers and my Asthma is pretty angry. But Happy Happy note... we are leaving this place. A place that I associate with the death of my Jeffery Dog, bad health and my broken (now on the mend) Soldier. Can't wait to see the Seattle skyline, the mountains, the water. Glad to be in a place where you CAN"T see the air, smog, cornfields burning. I can't Wait to be able to Breath. Oh and did I mention Fort Lewis has a hospital that has been handling wounded Iraq and Afghanistan soldiers for over a decade. Gotta love a well oiled system. Now here is hoping Housing has a miracle and we get on Post in less then 30 days.

In Memoriam

2011-05-18T07:47:00.001-04:00

Today we say a final farewell to Lt Frison. A son, husband, father and brother in arms. My husband met him just before his own IED experience. My husband said he was "the man in my ear leading me in the right direction". I like to think his memory will continue to lead others in the right direction.

Journal #2 Confusion and a Bomb

2011-05-16T08:36:00.003-04:00

For Journal #1 go here... Journal #1 a call at 5am

April Day 2 *it's still dark outside

I had just fallen asleep after a night of tossing and turning when the phone rings. It's another 5am call, but a US number pops onto my screen. Frantically I answer it.

"Hello"

- - "Hello Ma'am, is this Tehlia Blah blah?"

"Yes it is." I am now sitting up in bed and scrambling for my note pad and pen, just in case.

- - "Hi ma'am, this is Capt Blah Blah. I am calling to inform you that your husband has been medevaced to XX. I am sure he has had a chance to call you but I have some information for you and a number to give you so you can track him or get other information about his care and where he maybe."

I listen as the captain tells me everything my soldier told me 24 hours ago. That his vehicle went over an IED (improvised explosive device aka roadside bomb) that he had a neck, shoulder injury and concussion. The Captain explained that if he needs more treatment then what XX can handle, he would be taken to Bagram and if needs even more treatment he will be carried onto Germany. "However as it is right now that doesn't look necessary."

A few phone numbers later and a quick thank you I lay back down and toss my notepad on the floor. Although it was a full 24 hours later **understanding that although we live in an internet age it still requires a signed paper to get in the right hands before phone calls get made, I was glad to have been officially called. I gave up on getting any sleep and started to clean my little house.

Then at 12:36pm My phone rings with a different country code and unfamiliar song.

-"Hey babe."

"Hi, how are you? Where are you?"

- "They are flying me out to Germany."

My heart stops again as I run into the bedroom in search of my pen and pad of paper. I start scribbling as I realize I am holding my breath while he continues talking.

-"I woke up this morning and couldn't feel my arms or hands, can't walk without falling down and have a ton of pain everywhere. They think my neck might be pretty bad. So they are sending me to Germany for more MRI's and tests. I love you. Can't talk much longer the flight is leaving in a few minutes. But hey I love you and I got a Purple Heart."

I can hear him try to laugh. I laugh, it was funny and I try to keep it light but my head is reeling and my heart is struggling.

"And a kick ass war story. I love you too. Call me when you get to Germany." I stared at the screen on the phone as it turned black, something about that screen makes me freeze until it is completely off.

Minutes pass. I make some coffee and fiddle in the kitchen with things, but end up in the living room again. I have felt pain in my chest like this before. Pain that is so deep you try to touch it with your hand but it doesn't dig deep enough. A pain that rests heavy like an elephant but add in a touch of sharpness as if the elephant is wearing high heels. But at the same time I felt numb. I felt like I had been hit with a brick so many times that my body had gone numb and couldn't feel the blows. I sat on the floor in the living room. Amongst all the papers from the note book and projects I had stopped working on for 2 days. I just stared out the window. It was a Sunday a quiet cloudy Sunday. People walking dogs and going to parks, wind blowing and everything happening as if nothing was happening. No one out there knew that my husband almost died. That he may never be the same, that he can't feel his hands, his arms and can't walk on his own. No one out my window knew what was happening in this living room.

** please keep in mind this is my experience, my story, my opinion expressed in my way. I am a spouse of an Army man and Proud to be married to him.

Journal #1 a call at 5am

2011-05-11T14:43:00.001-04:00

You welcome the ringing phone. You prefer it. Run to it. Take it everywhere with you. You get used to 3am phone calls and a number on the screen that you don't recognize. It rings you answer with a smile and hear his voice and then the talking begins. You sink back into the bed happy to be awake happy to hear his voice. Then you hang up the phone with a smile and go back to sleep.

April 5am

My phone started singing, playing an unnamed tune and I spring up from the covers, grabbed my phone, focused on the number and quickly answered. Knowing the voice that would answer back I snuggle back into my pillow.

- "Hey babe, how are you?"

"I am good. How are you?"

He sounds different, tired. It had been a week since I last talked to him and I knew it would be a few more days before I heard from him again. I knew he would be tired but it was a different sound.

- "I am calling you cause Fort Blah Blah might be calling you soon. Figured better for you to hear it from me then from a stranger."

Now of course I am holding my breath, my heart is sinking but I remind myself he is talking to me, calling me, sounds tired but he must be fine... "ok, what's up" again trying to remain calm and keep my head in one place.

- "I am being Medevaced out. Our truck hit an IED."

"Ok" Now my heart has stopped a few more times, still whispering to myself... he is calling, he is ok, he is talking.

- "Everyone is alive but a few of us are being flown out to a bigger post."

He explained a little about what happened. To learn later he left out a lot of what happened. He said over and over that he is ok, just rattled and his shoulder hurts. That he just wanted to call and let me know that he was ok. Another minute went by then we kiss our goodbyes and he is gone.

I stared at the phone for a moment, watching the screen turn blank. And as I finally started to breathe and put the phone down I lost it. His picture on my night stand smiling at me, his pillow empty beside me. I heard his voice, he said he is ok. But he isn't with me. Not near me. I can't touch him, hug him, kiss his face. I knew he was alive but I was still losing it. My heart had started to literally ache.

6am: I lied in bed for about 30 minutes. Then started making phone calls to his family, try to keep it together and turn on every light in the house.

That night was the last night I slept somewhat sound. It was the last night I said everything will be fine. It wasn't fine. Nothing was going to be fine and nothing would be the same.

Life after an IED:

Journal entries from the past few weeks will continue.

More to come... Another Phone call, Confusion with a touch of Frustration not to mention Anger and more Heartache.

Journal entry #2 Confusion and a Bomb

** please keep in mind this is my experience, my story, my opinion expressed in my way. I am a spouse of an Army man and Proud to be married to him.

Got Some Tales to Tell.

2011-05-10T12:23:00.003-04:00

We had R&R. It was great. Two weeks in Vegas with a few nights that pushed until dawn. Way too much food and drinks. Unfortunately forgetting to take a camera with every move we made. I did manage a few in the first hotel we stayed in which gave us an amazing "thanks for all you do" discount. Mostly it was a nice relaxed two weeks of seeing my Soldier. Watching him sleep and being happy to look across any room or table and see him smiling. Did I mention Sushi almost everyday? The one food both of us crave.

A fun fact about R&R leave the army will pay to send your soldier anywhere. The only catch, which ever airport they last walk through is also the one they have to return to in order to fly back. So if you don't plan on staying "home" why not let the Military foot the bill to get your soldier to a great vacation spot. **you will still have to get there but hey 1 ticket is better then 2.

More tales to come. Gathering my thoughts and journal entries from good old fashioned paper and pen journals from the past several weeks.

Tales of ...

a 5am phone call

An IED

Confusion, frustration and heart ache

Moving AGAIN

TBI and PTSD

It has been a crazy month and still more crazy to come.

When Gremlins Call

2011-02-18T12:46:00.000-05:00

feel warm and fuzzy

I was having a great morning, sitting at a coffee shop sipping my tea and checking emails and such online. Then my computer started to Ring. Skype was calling. All excited and slightly embarrassed that people were looking at me as I fumbled around, computer continuing to ring until I finally clicked on answer.

There he was, his smiling face in a dark corner of the Call/Computer boxes. He had a headset on which made me so happy. This time I would be able to hear his voice. It had been over 4 weeks since I last saw his face, wasn't able to hear him talk though. So this was so exciting.

Even sitting in the coffee shop didn't bother me. I didn't care who could hear me or if they could hear The Big O. All that mattered was that face on the screen and nothing else. We talked for about 20 minutes, most of it funny random chatting stuff. We tend to keep things light and fun on the phone or chatting. Heavy things we write in emails or I write them in regular letters. With the cmputers you never know how long you have so the first things said or written are always "I love you and miss you" then the rest of the chat can continue with out missing a beat.

So We "Skyped" and it was great. Then his time was up and he signed out with huge smiles on the screen. And of course it hits me. He is gone, over there really over there. This wasn't a phone call from work or just out in the field. This was real. him being on the other side of the earth was real. The fact that I haven't seen his face for over 4 weeks and haven't had him by my side for almost 2 months. It smacked me a little in the face, how much I was missing him. How much I loved him. Which meant tears started to fall in the coffee shop, face turning read nose running, not pretty cry at all, in the coffee shop that was filling up with lunch goers.

I finally pulled it together, checked some email, did some photo editing for the shop and then went out to my truck. Took a few deep breaths, a few tears fell and turned the key in the ignition.

Truck just laughed at me. No starting, no turning over, no noise. Battery was dead and I was on the verge of pushing it over a cliff. Tears started falling harder. Any other day this would not have broke me. Any other time I would have been fine. I proceed to hit the steering wheel, more tears, try to start it again cause maybe now the truck knows I am serious. NOPE nothing. I get out of the car still crying, I am about to flip out really flip out. And just as I start to curse at the truck, classically kicking the tire I hear a voice.

"Don't worry hun no need for tears, We will get you going." He was a tall man in his 70's and all jolly, grandfather like. I was trying to wipe my eyes and begin to explain that I wasn't crying because of the truck but because... then I started crying again. *I really hate being a girl sometimes.

So the truck gets started and in the end he heard the story of where my tears were coming from. Then in true Grandpa fashion gave me a giant hug, and a pat saying you will be just fine.

That was my first Gremlin event since The Big O has been deployed.

What things do gremlins attack when your soldier is gone?

Planning R&R

2011-02-08T12:19:00.000-05:00

We are planning his mid tour leave, but way before mid tour and not at all prepared for. He is first on the list to get to take a break, come home for a few weeks and visit. I am so excited but so unprepared. I knew it could happen for him early but I was wanting a little more time to get prepared.

Part of getting prepared was vanity. I wanted to have some more time to workout get going strong with my raw foods and loose the past years weight that I had gained. I have lost some weight but not enough for him to look at me and say wow you look great. Although I know he will say that anyways, it really isn't a huge change. Then those thoughts disappear as I start to get all giddy that I will be able to see him soon.

The Other part that is adding the slightest amount of stress, where to meet up for his R&R. We can go anywhere. It doesn't have to be "home" or some place familiar but where? We have friends stationed in Europe (not Germany) and my first thought was go to them. For a few reasons, 1. we have never been to Europe, 2. have a place to stay and 3. The Big O won't have to spend days of his leave in Airports trying to get to the US. Or there is, coming home But not coming "home". Both of us meeting up in Vegas where we both happen to have a family member living, so again place to stay, spend a few nights on the strip, just relax in a warm place and save some money. The Other-Other side is for him to just come "home" and honestly that isn't too appealing just because it is too familiar aka boring and he would just end up doing day to day things like getting little things fixed on the truck. I want him to relax not have to worry about anything and not get bored.

Its a toss up and mostly about trying to save some money for our big trip to Australia when the deployment is over.

How did you decide where you went

or what you would do for R&R?

music monday Heads Will Roll

2011-02-07T15:14:00.011-05:00

Love the Song and the Video too

Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Head will Roll

The Real Food Care Package

2011-02-03T18:12:00.000-05:00

The Big O says... "Can you send some real food? I haven't had anything that came out of the ground, looking like it does naturally or hasn't been fried."

He gave me a rundown of all the foods they had for the past few days and when listed out they had 2 things in common. They were either Fried or Beige in color. No green, No red (except Ketchup for the fries) No fruit. If it was a vegetable it came in the form of a tater tot, fry, something processed and preserved.

I know the army has a food budget and all the politics involved in getting food *not going to get into that to remote areas, but even canned veg and fruit can't be hard to get, cook and serve. So to help him out I am sending the next best thing to fresh. Cans of Mandarins and veggies in pop tops. Dried fruits and nut based trail mix.

*Not every soldier has the same experience, I just found it sad that not only is he out fighting in a war and putting his life in danger, but when he comes home he will have to rebuild not only his mind but body too. Might be silly for me to be worried about. But I want him home safe and healthy. And I think it isn't an unreasonable request.

What Food requests did your Soldier have?

Favorite candies, trail mix... want did he miss?

Freezing

2011-02-02T10:59:00.000-05:00

We haven't gotten the snow that the Eastcoast received...

but it is freezing out there.

When a deep freeze hits whats your

keep warm recipe?

What's Normal Anyways?

2011-02-01T11:12:00.001-05:00

Perhaps it was the dark grey and blisteringly cold day that did it. Or maybe it was just time.

I was starting to think something was wrong with me. I had been way to chipper and happy for someone whose husband had deployed. Life seemed to be trucking on. Yes the first few days were hard but I wasn't breaking down with every thought of him. Glad for that, but now onto week four I was feeling like I was abnormal for not having a break down or a turn off all the lights and staying in bed feeling sorry for myself day.

Glad to report that I am normal... Yesterday was the day. Dark outside dark inside and not wanting to be around people. Actually I think I had two days of Dark. But these dark days are nothing like what I experienced when we first got married and he would be away. Perhaps it is age, the fact that we are rolling onto 11 yrs together or the way we communicate, that has made it easy. But these past few days involved a little talking to myself and lots of writing. Oh and good healthy food. I know in the past the food would have been comfort heavy fatty foods that in the end would have made me feel worse not to mention adding on a few pounds. So I kept on my goal of eating more raw foods and drinking lots of green juices. I know that has helped keep me from very low lows.

Yesterday included just a few tears, mostly a quiet no tv house and wanting to stay curled up looking at pictures and video from our road trip. Not a complete breakdown but not a bubbling over with joy kind of day either. Then as the night temperature dipped lower and the winds picked up a brighter note came at 3 in the morning with a phone call and lots of laughs. Pretty sure he is psychic sometimes.

When Your days are dark what

do you do to comfort yourself?

Let your 13yr old self dance

2011-01-31T11:33:00.002-05:00

My Friend Carrie posted this on her Facebook and it made me so so happy.

Great Cover of a feel good, memory sparking song.

Happy Music Monday!

From The Birthday Massacre, Looking Glass... I think we're alone now

What is your feel good song that makes you

turn into a jumping dancing 13 year old?

It's Simple

2011-01-28T14:27:00.000-05:00

One of my favorite snacks. Yes it is a bit regular. Yes many have had it. But I loved how simple this snack was. How pretty it was on the plate and how easy it was to eat. More importantly knowing I was placing something good into my body.

Organic Apple and Raw Almond Butter *store bought

What is your favorite healthy snack?

The List

2011-01-27T13:00:00.000-05:00

One of the To Do's on my deployment list is read, read more, read books, read a chapter a night or more. Problem is getting books can be expensive, first hand, second hand. Used books can be iffy, one had a missing page... that chapter was ruined.

This past Holiday season I was given one book, Vixen, The Flappers series and I chose to have that be the book I would start with. The book is pretty good and finding it easy to read especially at night. Just as I was reaching the middle of the book I started to think of what to read next. Than in some random coincident I received a phone call from one of the lovely ladies in my FRG (family readiness group) She was checking information and passing on information.

eat pray love might be the only person in america who hasn't read it.

The Dirt Cheap Green Thumb, always useful to know.

One bit of information which was surprising and extremely useful was Military One Source having a free book program. All the book nerds in the world just squealed with delight and then said "free, whats the catch?" You can only get 10 books a year and they are all paperback. Not really an issue at all unless you have an aversion to free and paper back books. All you have to do is create an account answer simple questions about where you are stationed and then go to the library online. They don't have much in the fiction section a few I knew and recognized, some on audio CD which I thought was rather cool.

I was surprised to see current fiction and Non fiction as well as classics. Even more delighted to know shipping was free as well, oh and they ship to APO also. So I ordered two books just to try it. Two weeks later I had my books nicely packaged and brand new, delivered to my door. Can't beat that.

Go to Military One Source and scroll down to Playaway & Paperback Books.

Have you read a great book recently?

Looking for recommendations

Getting My Drink On

2011-01-26T17:07:00.000-05:00

For water that is...

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As you are reading this, when did the last glass/sip of water pass your lips? If you can't remember, get up go to the kitchen and get some. But come back and finish reading.

So WATER, why do you need it, why is it important and how much should you really drink? I put google to work and found a few great blogs with wise words as well as trusted names...

The Mayoclinic says:

"Water is your body's principal chemical component and makes up about 60 percent of your body weight. Every system in your body depends on water. For example, water flushes toxins out of vital organs, carries nutrients to your cells and provides a moist environment for ear, nose and throat tissues. Lack of water can lead to dehydration, a condition that occurs when you don't have enough water in your body to carry out normal functions. Even mild dehydration can drain your energy and make you tired."

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There have been a few studies and debates over it. Some people feel woman need 9 -8oz cups of water a day and men need 13 cups. Other "naturalist" feel that drinking water is not necessary if you are eating enough Fruits and Vegetables in their natural state, claiming they have all the water you will need. Then the Old school heard it all before 8oz 8 times a day.

Whether it is 9-13-8 cups a day it can all seem like a lot. But have you actually took the time to see what 8oz looks like? If you bake and measure things out while cooking you will see that it isn't a lot and is completely doable.

The easiest way to know if you are getting enough water and hydrated ask yourself two questions:

1. Are you thirsty? Did asking that question make you thirsty?

2. What color is you Urine aka pee?

**if your urine is clear or a light yellow then you are probably doing fine. If it is yellow and smells strong... it is safe to assume you are dehydrated. (some vitamins can color your urine so take that into account)

So, if you are thirsty and/or your pee is the same color of the sun at sunset then perhaps you should pour a glass or 8.

my plant and my glass I am drinking from today. Fancy.

If you find you are constantly snacking could it be that you are thirsty? I have noticed that when I keep searching the fridge and cabinets for something but can never settle on what to eat, it usually means I am thirsty. Try drinking an 8oz, go ahead measure it, glass of water. Take the minute to drink that and see if the snacking urge goes away.

Get Your Drink On!

Separation Preparation

2011-01-25T13:01:00.002-05:00

Before the Big O deployed for the "great adventure" we did a lot of talking. A lot of "what are your plans while I am gone? "what do you expect to happen while you are gone?" "what do you expect when you come home?" Random questions at random times.

The easy question was, what will you do while I (the big O) am gone? I had my list, my To Do list, from self improvement to extra activities with the family, visiting his grandmother and my father. And sending the best care packages I can muster. That was the easy easy one. His list for what will he do while he is gone was short... make sure he comes home.

The harder question... "what do you expect when I come home?" that question went both ways for what he was expecting life to be like on his return and what I was expecting life to be like on his return. We both tend to dwell really heavily in our honesty about our relationship with eachother. We tend not to sugar coat things, which can be good and bad. Bad because I am still a girl who cries easily if things get brutally honest. But if both of us are sugar coating, things tend to lead to misunderstanding and disappointment because no ones point was clear. So reality was how the answers would be played out for this deployment.

I said, I expect you to first and foremost come home to me, with a big hug and kiss. I expect you will be different, might not want to talk or do very much, or the complete opposite and you might want to go all out on over drive and conquer the world. I expect to not assume you will be the same man when you return. I HOPE to see my Big O the way I knew him soon after. I Hope that the different man is someone I will continue to grow with, I expect you will have patience with me if you see me struggling with your change. Because I will be different too. It could be small like not knowing how to share the bed or big like not being comfortable with sharing all of my space again, all of the things around the house especially if you are extremely different. I expect that we will have to get to know eachother again, learn our new quirks . And I expect moments where I will not want to share you with others. Mostly I expect that no matter how different we might be we will still love eachother and see one another as our best friend with honesty and patience on our side.

The Big O's expectations where much on the same page. Knowing he could be different, expecting patience on my side with him as he readjusts to the everyday world that kept turning while he was gone. But of course he expects a few other things. That I take care of myself and continue to do so even if I have to take care of him for a little while (however he is when he comes home) and love him. He hopes that we can make it through what ever condition he comes home in. And then he had to make it funny and say that he expects a... I cleaned up the language a bit... super hot, banging wife to be at the airport waiting for him, impatiently waiting for him.

So changes yes, everything changes, but most marriages experience these things over a 40 year period. Who knew you could fast track a marriage. But that's what the Army does, gets you making wills at, for some, 19 years of age. Getting extra life insurance at 25 and talking about all the different ways he would be ok if he lost a limb or how we want to be buried, cremated and celebrated at the ripe old age of 32. The other side is getting giddy to finally move to your dream Military base. Experiencing new countries, cities, worlds and people. Getting second and third honeymoons after long separations. And when he is gone discovering that YOU are the strongest person you know.

Did you and your Soldier Have

"The Talk" before he deployed?

Music Monday Have you danced today?

2011-01-24T15:10:00.000-05:00

Have you Danced today?

Joining in on the Music Monday Blog posts.

As a child our house was always filled with music especially on warm summer days. Dad mowing the lawn, mom busy inside and records playing. As an adult I was lucky enough to marry a music loving guy and perhap to our neighbors dismay, Music Sunday still happened, in fact it turned into music Friday and Saturday. When he deployed the music stopped for a minute or two weeks because I was no longer in my own home. But this Saturday I turned it on, found my smile and the volume level that was good for all as well.

From Goldfrapp "Strict Machine"

One great way to take care of yourself is to dance, alone, music loud and just dance. Makes everything seem a little better. It might only be two minutes but it makes a difference in the day.

The Anit-Valentine Care Package

2011-01-21T13:08:00.000-05:00

Starting a care package How to Guide: Today's Tip... The Box to Use and Customs Form

Sending out care packages has become the best hobby right now. It is quickly turning into my passion, second job, first job and only job. I LOVE IT!!!

"anti-valentines day card" by issaino

I think what makes it so fun is the thought of him receiving it. Making him smile. Making him laugh. It's a physical way for me to show how much I care, how much I love him and want him to have what ever he needs.

Right now Communication is a little limited so I am not 100% certain what he needs. I am going with lists that others have created and also adding in a few of his favorites with some funny stuff. One thing he did ask for was super girly washcloths, sheets, towels. "no one will snag a pretty pink wash cloth". So I made the washcloth and Soap Cozy out of the brightest pink yarn I could find. I think it is hilarious.

Tips that I have learned so far:

* Ship Flat Rate "if it fits is ships". Use the medium Box, When packages get mail out to remote areas they helicoptered in. Sooo the smaller the sooner it will get to them *shoe box size is great. Big boxes take up too much room.

** Customs Form: Grab a bunch and fill them out when you have a quiet moment. I fill out a bunch during my soap watching on HULU.

~~ The City is APO, the State is AE and the country is UNITED STATES

pretty sure I filled out 3 of these before I got it all straight.

*List food items and Candy Generally. Toiletries (liquids) must be listed individually

** The Big O and I have never been fond of Valentines Day. So with making up care packages I still wanted to send one for the occasion but with some Funny jabs at the holiday we loathe.

What Valentines Day Traditions do you have?

What did you do or plan to do during a Deployment?

Making it Mine

2011-01-19T11:04:00.000-05:00

Being a part of the army and moving leaves you feeling homeless, disconnected and sometimes even abandoned by others. The life style changes you, changes your perspective, your choices and changes your friends. It changes your home, your furniture, your job, how you spend money, who you spend your time/energy on and where you live. Every 2-3 years it changes. Sometimes things change every three months. You can either fight the change, get angry about it, run away from it or accept that there are aspects of this army life that you have no control over.

We had some control with this Deployment that I am happy about. "Where to put Tehlia" was talked about for months and then settled on Living with my Sister in her home with her family. So grateful for family and the ability to be someplace that won't forget I exist and that The Big O has peace of mind that I am not alone, cooped up in my house.

Although I am with family, have a space (living room, kitchen, bedroom) of my own it isn't Mine, not my furniture, not my dishes... not mine. I brought my clothes, my work, some of my paintings, photos of the Big O and Jeffery Dog. I brought as much of my life that would fit in a small Pickup truck and set up house. Hanging pictures, paintings, putting my sheets and blankets on the bed. Keep The Big O's side reserved for him. I filled the fridge with foods I love. Play music that makes me smile. But something was missing, other then my husband and my little J-dog. Life was missing.

The easiest way for me to claim something, make it mine, unique to me is with plants. I am not a gardener, I have a very small green thumb but I love the life that plants can bring to a home. The splash of green, the hint of moisture and clean air they create. And also the added benefit of talking to yourself "for the plants sake". Having to take care of something gives my day one more purpose, one more reason to open the windows and let the sun in.

How do you Claim your space and make it YOURS?

The Difference

2011-01-17T10:56:00.000-05:00

There are the moments when the phone rings, my heart skips and I take a breath before saying hello. I get a "hi Babe" and my heart settles, the world slows down and we begin to talk. About our days, the little things, big things, laugh and talk some more. I usually end up telling him everything I wrote in the past three letters making them somewhat pointless, if not for the fact that he might have something to carry in his pocket and read later.

But the highlight was when my computer started to chirp and make bubbling sounds at me. just after midnight. Skype is calling and The Big O's Name pops up along with his smiling face. My heart melts, tears start to form although I am smiling back the biggest smile I can create. I fumble to get my camera on and then he smiles again leaving me to assume he can see me too. The only drawback to this Skype call is that it is so noisy there his mic picks up the entire room and not his voice, so he types out his conversation and I voice mine.

Moving along through week two of our great adventure and so far so good. He has flown an uncountable amount of hours and miles. Been sleep deprived, over feed, under feed and cooped up until the next flight. Packed, unpacked, sat on his bags waiting and when given the chance finds a moment to call me, email and now Skype.

The best part of those phone calls and emails is knowing that he thought of me, thinks of me and wants to hear from me... he loves me. At times when he could be finding a corner to sleep in or grab food while it is hot he is calling me. And that is why my heart stops, I go into panic over answering the phone before it stops ringing and I smile non stop for hours after we hang up.

Not Today

2011-01-14T12:54:00.000-05:00

Once in a while you just don't feel like doing anything. Or you have a day when small chit chat with the barista at a local coffee shop is not going to happen, no matter how big the smile or innocent the conversation. You are best to keep you mouth shut because nothing all that nice is going to come out.

My day started off with a great out look. Big Plans to finish some scarves and work on a new design for spring. Big plans to conquer parts of my list and be productive. I washed face, brushed teeth, put hair up and threw on some light makeup. Filled my bag with essentials, computer, yarn, notebook, phone wallet and went out the door.

Perhaps it started when a person walking out a door at the coffee shop didn't bother to hold it open, we were less then a foot away from eachother, I was right at the door as he was walking through it. And yes he saw me, his arms were not full of items and there was nothing else going on. Not saying he should have full on held the door for me. But he didn't even do the long arm push it back open thing. Nope just walked through and brushed passed me. Maybe that was what contributed to my everyone needs to piss off and stop talking to me vibe.

Trying to tell myself it will pass. That in a few minutes coffee will kick in and I will smile. Trying so trying not to be a pessimist all day. And hoping that the next barista gets a better response with my next coffee then my first.

What do you do to shake a funky mood?

The List

2011-01-13T15:11:00.000-05:00

One week has passed, I am keeping positive and haven't cried nearly as much as I thought I would. Which is making me happy and I know makes the Big O happy. Before The Big O Deployed he asked me what I planned to do while he was gone. Not sure if he wanted to hear all the details or just a short list. But it got me thinking and writing...

I have been tackling my Deployment To Do List and adding things to it as I go.

The List *so far
~ learn to play my guitar (be able to play a song by Spring)
~ Read a chapter from a novel every night
~ Get outside *sunshine and fresh air
~ Lose 4 pounds a week (TRUTH... I was bad living in Kentucky goal to lose total 40pounds)
~ Eat more Raw Food *getting to 90% raw by End of January
~ Get moving ~ workout daily
~ Laugh
~ Make a care package every week.
~ See a movie or eat out ALONE once a week *it is ok
~ Write daily, blog, journal, letters just write
~ And Laugh some more.

One week at a time and a check list hanging by the fridge.

First rule of survival

2011-01-11T10:19:00.000-05:00

I think the biggest and most important thing a person can do during a deployment.... Get Out of The House. Just a simple walk around your neighborhood can change your perspective for the entire day. Even a local art gallery or playing tourist and seeing the town you live in through someone elses eyes can brighten a day.

The Chapel on the Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs

Plus the one thing that my husband hates to think of, is me being all sad and mopy, cooped up in the house missing him. Some minutes it is a challenge to get out and others it is full force out for 12 hours and home exhausted. This past weekend was an out with force type day. A mini hike, aka walk through a park, and then bowling with my sister followed by the stairs of death.

"stairs of death" 300 steps

By the time I got home my legs and butt were yelling at me, my mind was clear and I couldn't wait to tell The Big O how some stairs almost took me out. But the best part was looking in the Air Force Academy Chapel, multiple denominations and So So beautiful inside. The stain glass alone can make you forget you are alone. Just for a few seconds...

Second Goodbye

2010-12-28T11:50:00.000-05:00

Being homesick is a very strange experience. It's not a homesick for a place or comforts of home but more for my Big O. I have been in Colorado for about a month and My Soldier has been gone for half of that. We did the process of moving me to family early because we didn't want to miss the chance to do it and have the army take away leave... blah blah, long story, long drive and there I was sitting in Colorado and He was getting on a plane to return back to post. Weeks went by and the more I talked to him on the phone the more I missed him. Until finally on Christmas day after trying numerous times to join the family for holiday celebrations I found myself on the phone crying uncontrollably. Homesick for my Big O and trying to reason with myself as to why I shouldn't get on a plane and see him.

The Biggest issue I was having, knowing that he is going to be gone. Gone for a while and with out any say in when we could see eachother again. But here it was Christmas and we were merely separated by a short flight.

Yes saying goodbye a second time isn't going to be easy but seeing him now, touching him, watching him sleep is worth the second go of tears.

Three Hats on My Head

2010-11-02T09:21:00.002-04:00

Wow. That is really all I can say. So many thing popping up and it seems like time is speeding up. I am juggling three maybe four hats right now and hoping they some how stay on. They may not stay on straight or even face forward but hey they are on and I won't complain.

The First hat I call... Deployment Looming. It is a heavy hat with a few sharp edges but it is staying on and we are trying to push through the clouds that tend to build up. Packing the house, getting a storage unit lined up and making sure papers are in order. You know those papers the ones with fine print, signatures and sad points. But they have to be there, signed and ready. I see it more like, if you don't have it, them, ready then something bad will happen and you won't have any right to do anything. So they are our safety net of sorts. Seems the Deployment Looming hat is doing ok.

The next is the, I Own a Business hat. I have been doing well. Hit a huge mile stone of 100 sales on Etsy and did a little or actually big happy dance. It is going well but with Deployment looming I have to be careful I don't get sucked into too many custom orders and forget to pack the house up right or sign on the dotted line some place. So I have put custom orders on hold. Although I am still crocheting it is on my time and ready when I am ready. I guess That hat is staying put.

The Other and perhaps largest hat is, Taking Care of Me. Seems like a running theme lately, that I am well I won't say failing at but, I am not keeping it on facing forward. A lot of the time it is pointing the wrong way... to a burger... instead of a salad or plate of fruit. Its the one hat that talks and tells me to do the other not so good thing. This hat needs a strap or tie and quite possibly some glue to stay put. But it will be on my head non the less.

How many hats do you wear and are they facing forward?

Look Out Parties Are Falling

2010-10-11T10:02:00.003-04:00

Not mine, but I love going to them. An amazing lady and new found friend, Mads Mom, is celebrating her Blogs birthday and thought what better way to celebrate then with Friends and give them something great in return for coming back to her blog time and time again.

I seek out her blog when ever I need a dose of reality and laughter mixed into one. Her about Me page describes herself and what you will find in her posts really well. So be prepared for the silly giggles and head nodding to occur when you read how she describes her day, her marriage and her daughter. Cracks me up.

So here is her link to the best party this year. Best? How can that be? Well she is giving away a gift certificate for tehlia.com and also a discount for the shop. So Yeah THE BEST party of the year.

Happy Halloween

2010-10-05T22:13:00.000-04:00

Just thought I would change things up a bit and get into the season. New banner and Now a new Profile Picture for the Fanpage.

Do you get into the Halloween Spirit and decorate your home, workspace, lawn?

Let the Good Times Roll

2010-09-27T08:32:00.002-04:00

The past two weeks have picked up and in order to stay balanced I am switching schedules, being flexible and letting things go if I don't get to them. Part of what is keeping me busy is the start of the Cold weather shopping season.

Silver Celebration

Even though stores and mine as well have been carrying scarves for a few months now, it's not until the first chill hits that we believe Autumn is really here and Snow is soon to come.

Washcloths

So with that first good chill of September orders have been streaming in. Custom orders for scarves and washsets as well as orders for ready made things. I am ecstatic but I have to be careful not to put my blinders up and forget about me and what I wrote in my last post. So I am being flexible. Working a reasonable amount of time and taking care of me as well. Not to mention the rest of the house, you know that fun stuff and cooking meals.

What Projects or Home Business Ideas

are you working on this September?

Take care of who? Me? How?

2010-09-16T06:41:00.002-04:00

I tend to get tunnel vision. I get into a project and nothing else exists until that project is complete. I go all out on everything. I commit, dig in and don't loose focus until the end has been reach. I do that with everything. My Scarf business, projects around the house, even cleaning the house. Making breakfast, lunch and dinner for the Big O all get tackled with a vengeance and then I finally collapse in exhaustion. All great, setting goals having busy days, getting knee deep in a passion and completely immersing myself until I am done. I do it all with unwavering commitment... But then I realize there is one thing I have forgotten, my body. Not just in appearance, I bathe, I mean in Health. Health, activity and loving me. I have gotten better at doing what I need to do to feel fulfilled and have something that is "mine" that I am creating, keeping busy and making money at it. But like jumping head first into a dark lake I forget to check for boulders at the bottom. I forgot that not only does my mind need to be happy but so does my body.

The Big O tried this past Monday to talk to me about it. But like most things a man can say to a woman about her body he did it all and I mean ALL wrong. It wasn't the "Babe I love you and love that you are excited about this new business and being here at home, But don't forget to take care of your health too." NOPE!!! Instead he said, and I heard, "It pisses me off that you have this Scarf thing and aren't working out. I didn't marry you this way and I won't stick around much longer if it continues" This was a 5 hour tear fest (my tears) of him trying to explain and say one thing but all of it like word vomit coming out and saying another.

It wasn't until two days later after me being EXTREMELY angry that he said the Right thing. I suppose it took 2 days of him thinking about how I could have and did interpret all he said to me and found the words to better explain it. And was only able to say it to me after I said a few words to him. "I have to finish up custom orders that I have waiting, that I HAVE to complete." and then with a little more of a Bitch tone said. "But I will only work for two hours a day on it and the rest will be spent running around the house with sneakers on." I was snippy but I was PISSED OFF and had every right to be, given what I was told. Then The Big O finally had the right words, better words then before, "I Love you and want your health to come first... We moved from a city that you walked everywhere to and are now in a place where we have to drive to get anywhere.. I get that you have something that is yours and you should have it but you can't forget that your asthma and this place don't agree. That you have to move extra here, It isn't your weight it is You and your Health, you are beautiful and I love you."

So there it is. The stubborn streak in me still wants to throw plates at him and tell him to go to hell but the other side, the side that knows the truth of me and how I can focus in on everything but ME has to agree. I know there are enough hours in the day but hard to swallow the truth and get my butt moving.

Are there things you do to encourage yourself, to take care of YOU? Whether it is more time doing something you love, or unwillingly dragging yourself out the door in your workout gear? How do you Make sure You MATTER first?

*and please, my husband meant well just said it all wrong, he is not abusive he is just a man who talks without a plan and tends to have diarrhea of the mouth most days.

September means Fall right?

2010-09-08T17:39:00.000-04:00

Not quite. But it is September and the hope for cooler evenings lingers in my mind. Instead I have the A/C on and the blinds down to block out the sun in the evening. Oh and butterflies. I may not have sidewalks or easy access to a large bustling city but man does this State have a ton of butterflies. Finally able to contain one long enough to get a few blurry pictures before it decided to glide across my back yard. So my chilly memories of September evenings have now been replaced with the wonder and abundance of Butterflies.

What is you favorite thing about September? New or Old

Out of Sight

2010-09-07T09:36:00.000-04:00

On the days when you can't seem to carry a thought or action to its full potential. The days when the Laundry is laughing at you, the bathroom screams when you turn on the light and that front room, the spare bedroom that should be the office but looks like a tornado resides there.

On those days when I walk into that front room to work I quickly leave it. Closing the door behind me because the thought of cleaning it brings on doubt that I could battle and win that room back... I make tea and pull out my yarn.

What do you do when those days hit? Do you avoid with a distraction? Or jump on it and conquer the beast?

Whats Under Your Sink

2010-08-31T18:33:00.002-04:00

As we all know moving with the military happens all to frequently. Whether we move out of state, into a new city every 2 to 4 years or if we move in 6 months because a house on post just became available. We will move and we will cope. But with every move comes the chore of Cleaning to move out and then Cleaning to move in. I won't be getting ready to move out for a short while. But I have been itching to try some new cleaning products.

Before I start on the journey of testing out Handmade Homemade cleaners I thought I should go through all my cupboards to see what was hiding down there. I had two reasons for this. One was to make sure I didn't hang onto things I would no longer need. Getting rid of them would prevent me from forgetting and just grabbing the first thing I saw. Kind of like getting rid of all the potato chips in the house before starting a diet. The other main reason I wanted to pull them all out. I was curious about what was in them. What made them work.

Here is what was hiding under the sink:

~409 all purpose spray, not sure when we got this bottle. But we moved in to our place 1 year ago and I haven't bought one since before we arrived.That bottle looked pretty beat up.

~2 tubs or tubes of the Clorox wipes, lemon and fresh scent. Must have been a sale going on for me to have two and one is unopened

~3 bottles of Simple Green Naturals, Carpet care, Floor care and Multipurpose spray.

The Quick and the Ugly of it all:

The 409 and Clorox wipes don't even bother to tell you what makes them the cleaning super stars they are. Don't know about you but without a list of ingredients I feel a little left in the dark and probably happy I don't know what is hiding in that bottle. The part that got me was when I compared the two labels with the simple green sprays.

The 409 and Clorox wipes both were very direct in saying to wash hands after using. avoid eye, skin and clothing contact and call poison control if ingested. The Simple Green... Full list of ingredients and if ingested Drink water to dilute. I kid you not.

So whats hiding under your sink? Do you use homemade cleaners? All Naturals? What ever is on sale? Tells us your secret cleaning find...

*Giveaway!!! working & moving . Giveaway!!!

2010-08-27T11:03:00.004-04:00

When I changed things around on here I was going with a theme. Something that pulled it all together with a little more rhyme and reason. I wanted to talk about what I love but also have something to give other then random moments of army wife whats its and a sprinkling of recipes. So Army Wife Living was created and Raw Adventures of an Army Wife, although she still lives on, is just working the curtains. You can go to this page, About Army Wife Living , to see what this site will offer.

With the Change I created a Fanpage, thinking that what I learn or figure out in the journey to making my home natural and more organic while being a renter or living in post housing that I can pass on. The Fanpage is doing well and I am So excited that people are "Liking" it.

One thing I really wanted to do to show how much I appreciate you all is give away one of my original cotton scarves. The scarf is similar to this Infinitely Cotton in grey but is slightly thinner and made in a deep olive green cotton. Here is a Sneak Peak at the Scarf. More pictures to come.

The Scarf giveaway winner will be drawn once the fanpage hits 100.

How to enter the drawing. Yes there are a few hoops to jump through. But this scarf is worth it. You can do all or only the first two from the list. Each comment saying you completed any of the items below gets your name entered. Please be sure to leave separate comments for each item completed on THIS blog post.

Become a follower of this blog *1 entry leave a comment below
Like the army wife living fanpage *1entry leave a comment below
Go to Tehlia.com on etsy find an item you like then come back here and tell us about it. *1 entry
Follow on twitter and Tweet about the giveaway using *copy @armywifeliving from http://www.armywifeliving.com/ is having a scarf giveaway #armywives #milspouse #giveaway *paste *1entry per tweet come back and leave a comment.
Like The Etsy shop fanpage *1entry & leave a comment below

Up to you how many items you complete. But be sure to come back and leave a comment for each one. Also include an email address if it is not in your profile on blogger. Anonymous comments are fine but I will need an Email to contact you if you win.

Can't wait for the Drawing, Want to see what Tehlia.com on etsy holds? From Scarves, to washcloths, Spa items and custom creations. Great Holiday or birthday gifts. The washsets make excellent Stocking stuffers or baby shower gifts.

BONUS Entry: If you are a Follower of the fanpage, Mention @armywifeliving (so it links to Fanpage) on YOUR FB page to receive a bonus of 2 extra name entries. It must link up in order for it to show on the Fanpage otherwise your name cannot be added. Example : " @armywifeliving is creating a natural home in a Kevlar world" On facebook if you are a fan or a friend of someone and you add @ then start to type the name FB will "fill in the blank" with a drop down link, Highlight army wife living and add a message. It should then show up on the fanpage. This is a little bit of work that will get your name added 2 more times to the drawing. Please come back here to say you have done it.

GIVEAWAY ENDS on September 10 at 12AM est. Only comments before that time will be eligible for the giveaway. The winner will be contact through private message and has 48 hours to get back to me or another winner will be picked.

As I Wait

2010-08-25T14:28:00.004-04:00

I am writing this as I wait for The Big O's plane to come in. My Stomach is churning, mind is busy and I can't sit still. I wait for a phone call, as the hours pass, that says I can pick him up. All the plans are finalized. I know he is on a plane. And I Wait.

It is so hard to break a routine that has become normal for me. My Waiting to see him routine. A routine that involves moving furniture, cleaning everything and nervously pacing the house while I wait. Instead today. I woke up later then normal, showered, drove to a yarn store, grabbed a drink and slowly drove home. Started the laundry and did the dishes then sat down.

I usually run myself ragged getting the house ready, making sure it looks nice and not like I hid in a hole the entire time he was gone. I didn't but I also don't want it to look like I did. So I scrub. But this time, I am trying not to. Not stressing about the house. All I want to do is hug him, welcome him home, have a relaxing evening and listen to all his stories. I will worry about folding laundry tomorrow. Mine as well being that he is bound to add 3 more loads to it. I am not going to scrub down the kitchen only to destroy it making dinner and I will quickly vacuum just to make room for all his gear that is going to take over the living room once again.

So nervous and anxious I wait to see his smile. Touch his face and hug him.

What "can't wait to see him" rituals do you usually go through?

Smidge of Doubt

2010-08-23T09:23:00.000-04:00

Word has come, information has been passed down and excitement finally enters my day. And then once that excitement passes doubt comes over me and the day continues.

I want to be excited but I have to hang out in the realm of reality that is my reality, The Military. The schedules, calenders, FRG leaders and all the rest mean well. I know they don't intentionally want to get hopes up to only change it a full 360. But there is always that chance.

When you marry a Military man/woman you realize that "He does not belong to you, he belongs to the Army" *link. Dinners will be missed, anniversaries skipped and birthdays, you get the idea. So how do you cope with the knowledge he is coming without setting yourself up for a huge fall when the plans change without much notice?

I am thankful I have a Small business to keep me busy. Scarves to make, pictures to take and boxes to fill. I Still do a little happy dance or smile quietly to myself with the thought of him coming home but I also keep it in reality that he might be late and that's ok.

Let us know. What do you do when you find out the Date your soldier is coming home? Do you make big plans, keep it low key or fly by the seat of your pants?

How To Be Alone *video

2010-08-21T17:18:00.001-04:00

A Lovely way to look at your situation whether, in the middle of a deployment, single, newly single, just moved away from family or just simply a quiet house for only an hour.

Wonderful message that doesn't need much explaining. Found this video From designmom

The Kitchen: Organic vs Local food

2010-08-19T14:39:00.005-04:00

Through my Farmers Market Challenge I hit a few snags and bumps in the road. But the more I looked around my Small city and having to shop for the extras that I needed at the Only grocery store nearby that offers Organic produce it made me question a few things. What is the difference between Local foods and Organic foods.

Organic Food: That definition is detailed and varies from country to country. The short version, to be Certified Organic it must comply with USDA regulations. In most countries, organic produce may not be genetically modified. Use of some organic pesticides and other material is allowed. And practices that ensure the land is being treated in a way that continually improves soil fertility by using the tools that nature provides. For a more detailed definition visit the USDA site.

What Organic does not mean is Local. Most organic foods in major grocery stores come from out of the country. Avocadoes from Mexico, apples from New Zealand, mangos from Ecuador. Getting organic produce that is nutrient dense is great but the output of energy, gas, chemicals and work is high. The further your produce travels, the less fresh it is and the greater impact it has on the environment (think about the CO2 emissions).

Definition of Local: If it was grown in your town or state within 100 miles from farm to where you purchase it. Then it is local. So farmers markets or stands and Local produce grocery stores can fall into that category. When in doubt, ask. Buying locally not only supports your community, but gives you the chance to meet your local farmers and see firsthand how your food is being grown. Makes a great field trip for the kids too. The other amazing benefit to buying local produce, most vegetables and fruit loose nutrients once they are picked. Imagine weeks in transit and in store for out of state Organic or a day from picking to plate with Local.

What local does not mean... organic. Many smaller farms avoid the tools of industrialized conventional agriculture and may be producing food that meets many of the organic requirements, but are not actually certified. Some farmers however do not use organic ways of growing, the only way to know is ask.

So for me, I do both. Both out of necessity. I would love to be able to shop for every food item I need at the farmers market. However depending on season, demand and the area I can't. So Half my food budget goes to Local the other half goes to Organic. Either way I am supporting a system of food growing that supports my values.

My Sounding Board

2010-08-17T22:07:00.000-04:00

I have friends. I have family. But when The Big O is away I find that when my ideas come out they stay out and I have a hard time riening in one cohesive idea and going with it. Going with it with Confidence, strength and conviction. I am just glad that the internet for the most part is forgiving. For example, the header picture has change at least 5 times in the past 3 weeks. And I created another blog to play with ideas, it is getting messy and cumbersome.

The Big O is my sounding board. He is the one when an idea strikes I call, text, message or walk over to and tell him all about. He listens... at least it appears that way... and when the idea is big enough he reacts. I talk it out, walk through it and by the time I am done talking more then likely I have found the solution or perfect creation and I run with it. Sometimes he has something to add, most of the time he looks at me knowing I just need to hear it out loud.

This time. This big idea. I am trying to deal with the inability to talk to him in any way. Two weeks now of absolutely NO contact and although coping well in other areas, I am turning into a disjointed Blog creating maniac. At least I am working my creativity even if it will just end up deleted in the future.

I Miss My Sounding Board.

What Role does your Soldier or hard working husband take on that isn't evident until he is away?

Delays

2010-08-16T19:27:00.000-04:00

The weather, little hiccups in my internet and time. Have all gotten the best of me this weekend and quite possibly for the next few days. I do have lots to say but with things not 100% I am afraid I will lose the internet or my thoughts as I race around the house getting Scarves created. This week I leave you with a great recipe and blog post from a few months back. Contains a crowd pleasing Pico de gallo.

Pico de gallo

Watermelon and Beef Stew

2010-08-12T12:27:00.000-04:00

This past Tuesday was my birthday. As a child I only had two request for my birthday. A giant watermelon and Mum would ask what I wanted for dinner, Beef stew. I know the hottest month of the year and I wanted Beef stew with dumplings. Well since I am doing the raw thing and The Big O is away (no one to eat the beef stew) I figured I could keep up one half of the tradition. Found a huge watermelon at the farmers market. Happy Birthday to Me.

Breakfast and yes that is a dinner plate.

I Love Watermelon

Change for all Seasons

2010-08-11T17:25:00.000-04:00

The Soldier is away and when the cat is gone the mice will play. Well not exactly but I will create and change a few things in the house and my blogging world. I recently realized I am not "Just" an Army Wife, Raw food eating Wine drinking lady but I can add Business owner and designer to the mix.

I am finally settling into a Style and Design that I love and when I look at it I feel like it reflects me. I have an Etsy shop and along the way its look and style has changed quite a bit, never really satisfied with how it looked or knowing where it was heading. But after working with some organic items and organic cotton yarns its all I can think about. After some time of talking about ideas with The Big O I felt drawn to Change the Feeling and Look of my shop as well as its environmental impact. With that change also came the need to redesign my Second blog and that just wasn't working for me. It wasn't that I couldn't change the blog around. But the name was to vague and limiting. I realize there are many ways around that, but I found it easier to Start up a new blog. The only disadvantage to this... having to find new followers and getting the word out about the Theme and Purpose of the site.

What is its purpose... Organic, Vegan, Upcycled, Re-purposed, Fashion, Jewelry and Art. Featuring other artists shops as well as my own. And to give information about the latest trends in the world of environmentally friendly items and shops. The Big O loves the idea. I hope you do as well.

Support Handmade and Eco-Friendly designers. Designs By Tehlia come by I need some following Love.

Farmers Market Challenge, a few snags

2010-08-10T12:22:00.005-04:00

Back to Basics 30 day Farmers Market Challenge and Link up.

I am rolling into week two of the Farmers Market Challenge and although I have had a few issues I feel like it is going well. Part of the reason I wanted to do this 30 day challenge for myself had to do with getting back into raw foods and what easier way to do that then make an adventure out of finding all the foods and different recipes to create.

With Raw Food a big component of that is Juicing, Making Green Juice that is loaded with every green thing you can think of and all the nutrients and minerals you can imagine. So the Snag with the Farmers Market Challenge, I can't find Fresh leafy greens (or other ingredients) at any market I go to. Which means unfortunately I have to go to the grocery store for those items. Not exactly a terrible thing, it just makes it hard to say I ONLY ate farmers foods for 30 days. But I am trying to make that an OK thing and not get too hung up on a technicality that I created. So a few amendments to my rules will have to happen.

30 days of Fresh Organic and Farmers Market Foods only.

*With this I am adding in No Processed foods, Plus those don't fall into the Raw category for me.

~New budget $30 for farmers market and $30 for Grocery store. So $60 total for the week

~And DON"T STRESS.

This should be a fun challenge Not an added stress.

Here is the recipe

Green Juice

1 head of Romaine washed

1 Lemon

1 green apple

1 inch slice of ginger root

~~1 bunch of any or all of the following~~

broccoli, zucchini, spinach, kale, collard greens,

cucumber, celery even parsley

If its green and you like it add it in.

The Ginger and the Lemon add Zing to the drink and a whole slew of health benefits. The Apple is only for sweetness you can leave it out if you wish or add more.

If you have a juicer then juice away, placing all ingredients in as they should and drink within 30 minutes. If you don't have a juicer you can place ingredients in a blender, coring the apple and peeling the Lemon. Then after blending you can pour the juice through a colander/strainer or cheese cloth to remove large bits of pulp. This step isn't necessary but be warned there is a lot of fiber in that glass and it will definitely fill you up and get things moving.

What have you been up to? Did you start the Challenge? Create a Recipe from scratch? Visit a farmers market? Grab a Button, Link your post and Share.

You don't have to be ALL in 100%, any farmers market tale or back to basic recipe would be nice to read.

The good, bad and sad

2010-08-05T11:44:00.000-04:00

The Big O has Been gone for a little over a week now and I have missed him more this training time then ever before. I suppose it is because I am Over living in Kentucky. Done with the Heat, the bad Air, the Bugs creeping into my home. Done with the boredom, the lack of anything to do in my town other then visit a fastfood restaurant or Book store (only 1) I know a lot of complaining, but I know what I like, the possibilities of a city and how to find things to do. But Here I am stuck. Lost in roads that don't have sidewalks, so even if it wasn't blistering outside I could walk to the post office that is only a mile away. So missing him is also tied into being here alone. In a place that feels so foreign to me. The other side to that is trying to control my anxiety about my dog dying.

He, for 6 years, had been with me since he was a 9 week old puppy. Loved me unconditionally and loved the Big O too. In his short 6 years we had only been apart for a total and I mean TOTAL of 12 days. When The Big O would be gone for this training or that, He although small was my protector, company, companion, secret keeper and all over the house shadow. Other then going out to public places He was with me in everything I did. And then to suddenly loose him. *he was playing in the living room and then just Stop, either heart attack or aneurysm. It took a few hours or even a day after burying him for The Big O and my father to convince me that we didn't bury him alive. So with the Big O gone I have to remind myself that Jeffery Dog is gone. But I have noticed I don't do all the things I used to or "normally" would do daily.

I don't close my laptop and allow it to make a noise, that would get J dog all excited cause it meant it was time for bed. Listening to music really loud and dancing around the house while cleaning doesn't happen because for some reason he thought it was time to play and would start bringing me all his toys. Even sitting on the floor to do yoga he was involved. You could say he was an attention whore, but I loved it. Doing down dog to him meant he had to belly crawl on the mat to my face and lick my forehead. The list is endless. He was apart of every aspect of my day. No different then a two year old child, well other then the fact that he couldn't really talk. And now when I try to do those things my chest aches, I can't breath. I thought I was doing better, it's been 3 months. I hadn't shed a tear before falling asleep for two days. But then last night it was overwhelming. I stayed up until 3am because I didn't want to lay down and start crying.

Sometimes I feel like a fool. I tell myself he was just a dog, but I know for me that wasn't true. I know that everything dies, but I feel guilt for not being able to help him. Get to him 2 seconds sooner. Do CPR better, quicker, or even to have not been playing with him. What if we took a nap that day, would he still be here?

Famers Market Challenge, 1st visit

2010-08-01T18:52:00.002-04:00

Back to Basics 30 day Farmers Market Challenge and Link up.

This challenge is open to all who would like to try it. And will Occur every Monday for the next month. Whether you take on the Complete challenge of eating nothing but farmers market foods for 30 days or just create recipes from scratch once in a while. I hope you link to the challenge and share your stories, recipes, pictures and budget greatness.

I have decided to take my, Back to Basics, all the way back to the farm with a challenge see previous post. And So far So good. The stand I went to Saturday was run by Phil and Joe. This two man stand is in a parking lot of the only bar located just outside the "dry county" we live in. So obviously it would be easy to remember where to go. Small stand with Tomatoes 4 different varieties, Zucchini, Bell Pepper (red & green), Watermelon, Cucumbers, Eggplant, Corn and much more. I was actually a little surprised to find such a variety and happy to find it all at one stand. Thinking that perhaps I might be able to get by with just going to this stand and making it last until next week. But I had to keep in mind that for this visit I only had (going with my budget set for myself of less the $50 a week) $16.00 for this stand.

I reached the stand after 10am. I know late start for the market. But I was happy to see they have a late start too. They were still unloading produce. I asked how much 1 of everything would cost. His answer "it depends." I smiled and looked back at him waiting for the rest of the answer. Then he launched into the prices of all the bundles and then the prices by weight. I was glad to see he had a scale in the background and I wouldn't have to just trust him. I walked over to one end of the stand and started pointing as he rattled off the cost per pound again, then started weighing and placing things in bags for me. Basically it was $1.00 a pound for most things.

Here is what $14.00 bought:

2 Red bell Peppers 2 for $1.00

4 Zucchini sold by the basket for $2.00 for salads, as the "chips" for salsa, spiralized "pasta" dishes

4 peaches sold by pound for $1.00 snacks, salad, breakfast, salsa

3 not so common Tomatoes $1.00 salads, salsa, sauce

1 small basket (14) jalepinos $1.00 for salsa & extra kick to other meals

1 large watermelon $6.00 Breakfasts, dessert, snacks

4 ears of corn $2.00 (0.50 each) 2 to cook, two for Raw Salsa,

You might be thinking, Ok that is great but What are you going to eat with it. Well in keeping with the challenge of only farmers market foods I did have some left overs, from last weeks visit to the big market 30 minutes away. Potatoes, onions, garlic and unpasteurized cheese, only costing $7.00 total. So with all of that combined I should be able to make a variety of things and hopefully not have to go to the market(s) for quite a while.

The Recipe

Treat this as a main dish or as a side to accompany additional items.

"Pasta with Marinara Sauce"

Serving for 1 entree or 2 small side dishes, double it up to make more

The Sauce

In a food processor or high power blender Combine -

1 inch wedge of onion chopped

1/2 tomato I used my Yellow/orange colored tomato chopped

1/4 Red Bell Pepper chopped
Dash of olive oil
Season your sauce how ever you choose, I used

1 clove garlic or less up to you *I like garlic so the more the merry

pinch of pepper, dried oregano, dried basil and Sea salt

Blend until it is as smooth as you like it. Taste and add more seasoning if you like.

~this is meant to be eating at room temperature as a raw dish. However you could transfer it all to a small pot and heat it up.~

Let the Sauce sit while you prepare your "noodles"

The "Pasta"

1 Zucchini cut in half, place unused half in a bag and refrigerate. Put Zucchini in a Spiralizer to create the Pasta or noodle shape. ~Do not cook the Zucchini in this form is will turn to mush.

Keep it at room temperature until you are ready to Spiral it and serve. Zucchini noodles on the plate and Marinara Sauce on top.

What have you been up to? Did you start the Challenge this Saturday? Create a Recipe from scratch? Visit a farmers market? Grab a Button, Link your post and Share.

You don't have to be ALL in 100%, any farmers market tale or back to basics recipe would be nice to read.

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Farmers Market Challenge sneak peek

2010-07-31T12:54:00.000-04:00

Fruit and Veg I found Today.

Join the Challenge 30 days of eating only foods found at a Farmers Market.

~Here are the Details~

Farmers Market Challenge

2010-07-29T09:37:00.006-04:00

Back to Basics 30 Day Farmers Market Challenge.

A while ago I wrote about getting Back to Basics, with food and living in general. Taking the food we eat daily back to its original intended shape and then cooking or un-cooking (rawfood) from scratch. Along with all the usual excuses as to why a "diet" fails, simply put, I dropped the ball. Hard to do when doing it, for the most part, alone. The Big O likes it but isn't a chef aka no help in the kitchen and in all honesty couldn't care less about what he eats, just as long as he is full. Boys... So I will start again because some great person some place in time said, "It is hard to fail, but it is worse never to have tried..."

With this challenge I am going to set a calender date for it to end, set a budget and have only one Major ground rule. The time is more for my Own stubbornness, when something seems permanent I want to rebel, so to stop that in its tracks I am going to do this for 30 days. And tell myself that after 30 I can do whatever I want. The Major Ground rule, Eat anything you want... fine print... as long as it was purchased from a farmer or farmers market. And finally the budget. Right now I am "cooking" for one, The Big O is off for another round of training. So I should be able to keep it pretty low. I would love to make $50 dollars stretch for the entire week but would be ecstatic to have it be even lower. Hoping to also disprove that farmers markets are more expensive.

The only Hard part about this Challenge/Experiment, Finding the Farmers. The town and city I live in has one official Farmers Market that is over 30 minutes away. The gas to get to it and time spent driving make it NOT budget friendly or eco-friendly (gas, energy output is high). So instead I am going to hit up 3 small individual farmers stands perhaps 1 day a week for each. Hoping to get variety, compare prices and get to know my farming neighbors. Maybe if I am really nice they will let me take a picture of them and all that they grow.

The Short Version

~ 30 days ~
~ Eat food purchased ONLY from a farmer or farmers market ~

*it can be all fruit and veg or even meat, bread, dairy, jarred... you get the picture

But to add a little more to the meal you can factor in Quinoa, pasta or rice

to add to the dishes if you can't find it at the Farmers Markets you visit

~ Set a budget that is less then what you normally spend at a conventional store ~

If you want to join in on this challenge it will officially begin July 31st, Saturday for your first farmers market challenge visit and Run until August 29 perhaps even longer. I will create a post and Mclinky every Monday, including pictures, stories, a recipe and hopefully triumphant budget tales. I hope you link to the challenge and share your stories, recipes, pictures and budget greatness. You don't have to be ALL in 100%, any farmers market tale or back to basics recipe would be nice to read.

So This Saturday, Camera in tow and cash in hand, Go to a farmers market, see smell and taste the sights. Then Monday write about it, grab a button and link up.

The Un-Planning

2010-07-28T08:42:00.000-04:00

The hardest part about getting ready for a deployment... Getting ready for a deployment.

All the talk, getting prepared, The Big O off to this meeting and that, a new training schedule pops up every other day and information that is different from the last list is handed out. Gear and uniforms moved from one spot to another and random stories of what The Big O's job will be out there. All while I sit and wish I didn't know about it. That I had no clue that IT was coming. I wish instead He would tell me 2 days before he has to go. Or maybe even hours before he has to go. Not that I would want him to keep secrets from me. But sometimes it feels as if he has a Lump and we are constantly put on hold to find out if it is benign or not.

Why would I want to be "surprised" with news that is as big as a deployment. Well the stress, the thoughts, the planning that has to go into every move we make for the next X months. And the Unplanning. I am a planner. I like to make charts and time tables. I keep starting plans and then get smacked back into reality when I look on the calender and realize, nope he won't be here. Birthday he will miss, anniversary he will miss, new years, another birthday and all the in between. So everyday I am confronted with the fact that he won't be here. And everyday I wish I didn't know.

I suppose I could look at it as if I get the opportunity to make every moment count. To spend time with eachother and not sweat the little things. But really we do that as it is. Don't get me wrong life isn't perfect, but we laugh and try to love and more importantly Like eachother.

The deployment feels like a grey cloud that is looming. I keep looking at it and wishing it would just open up and get it over with. But instead it sits there, not moving.

And on the flip side I am slightly glad I know. That we talk about it and what we expect from eachother when we are apart. Sharing fears and secrets as well as hopes for the future. Plus the slight planning that goes into it, all the what ifs and whens that could happen. And how things are going to be so different and great when he gets back. Family, a little farm... hey look I get to make plans. Maybe this knowing things isn't so bad after all.

Finding Balance

2010-07-19T22:56:00.001-04:00

When The Big O told me he wanted to do this Training I was 100% on board. On board in the same way I would hope he would be and is for me and anything I want to try or do. I cheered him on. Did what I could to make sure he could do what he needed in order to get ready, in shape and nourished. I was the Supportive, loving and ecouraging wife. Now understand he wasn't doing something that would put his life in danger. But he was leaving me for anywhere from 2 months to possibly 5 months all before the big deployment. So although I knew he would be OK, I also knew there was potential for him to be gone from me, from that moment up to a year and a half later. But even knowing that, I stood strong and capable and ready to make sure he had every ounce of me behind him.

The first night was strange. I still hadn't fully accepted that my little man, J dog, who for six years had slept in our bed and been my companion when The Big O's away, was gone but I was bracing for the potential of Sleeping alone for a very long time. Needless to say tears and sleeplessness occurred those few days. Feeling like a zombie barely breaks the surface. Telling yourself things are temporary should help but in that moment it doesn't. However when the phone would ring or a random text was received, those thoughts and feelings would get pushed aside just for a few minutes.

Until three days later when I get a call telling me he was coming home. He wasn't hurt, he wasn't in trouble or broken. He was simply coming home "... and I started thinking about it and thought it was stupid to be away from you when I don't have to be. Not when a deployment is so close."

I hung up to find myself sobbing. Eight hours later he was home.

There is a balance that I am trying to find. A balance between supportive and taking care of him, but also ME. A balance that is slowly coming and showed itself when My husband, My soldier, when given the chance and opportunity Chose me. I know those moments won't be often. I know in the next X years those moments won't exist but I also know that he loves me. That I love him. And Balance will find us.

Screw it. Lets be Farmers

2010-07-08T11:50:00.002-04:00

Trying to plan for the future and make things happen can be a little difficult when in the Army. We know when and where he will be going and for how long. What we don't know is if he wants to be a "Lifer". If he will, once he comes back from You Know Where, still wanting to stay in the army. So instead of dwelling on the You Know Where, we talk about the When he gets out (whenever that might be) and try to make plans.

The Plan that keeps coming back and has gone from something very small to something very big is a Farm. It started at "lets get chickens and a planter for lettuce" and has moved onto "lets get Chickens, Goats, a cow, Potatoes, Corn, cabbage, lettuce... oh and apple trees". We went from an Urban farm near the city, to Screw it lets just get a huge piece of property in Washington or Colorado and be Farmers. Yep the Hooah Infantry man, once suit wearing Broker wants to be a farmer. And The more we talk, the more I watch and read about it, the more I want it for myself as well.

We laugh about how much work it can really entail, especially with the animals but that is what makes it appealing. Not having to think of what to do next. When the Solider is home, he is quick to sink into Boredom, but having to have these systems and NEEDS in place, there won't be time for boredom. I love thinking of having fresh Homemade HOME GROWN foods everyday. Knowing exactly where it came from and what went into it is comforting to me. So we plan. We talk and we watch. Watch others do what they feel is important and dream of the day when we have to wake up at 4am, Not to drop him off at the airport but to milk the Cows and feed the goats.

Outside my window

2010-06-29T13:55:00.002-04:00

Today is hot. But not Sweltering. The past few days or shall I say weeks it has been over 90 degrees with a Heat index of 105 degrees. Needless to say we don't spend much time outside.

Last week I must have been out more due to The Rabbit (his story) making his home my garage, giving me a reason to come outside and see what new patch of grass he was eating. Friday night Rabbit decided to stay out All night. I know sounds like a rebellious teenager. He stayed in, by his own choosing, all the next day and then Sunday I opened the garage and he went out never to return. I do miss the added reason to sit in the front yard in the morning while the sun heats up the moist air but also glad that he was looking and feeling good enough to hop away.

When he came to our house he had some Funky Stuff in his ears. Thanks to Google and pictures I figured out it was ear mites, so mineral spray happened twice a day while he munched on cabbage. We also noticed he had a slight limp and was favoring his front right paw. The day he had his all nighter the limp was gone and his ears looked great. So Just hoping he didn't get chased off by some scary Kentucky, Farm cat, Raccoon or Opossum.

Today the weather changed by about 15 degrees, Man 80 feels so nice. Walking the neighborhood I found a perfect patch of flowers in an empty field, vining their way through a pile of rocks accompanied by a very hungry caterpillar.

Some Laughs

2010-06-25T08:58:00.002-04:00

I got over all my tears and avoided subjects about dogs and deployment. I even had a Good laugh yesterday Twice. I have to share this little story I heard. Talking to my sister A. yesterday She tells me all about her fabulous rafting trip with her Son (9) and Husband.

Accompanied by two other people and the guide they are all paddling through waves and screaming through them at times. Well at least A is as well as the strangers, her husband is calm and her Son is so scared he isn't saying a word just has the death grip on a rope in the center of the boat. Then there is a moment when it was crucial for everyone to paddle in rhythm with each other. The guide yells to a woman in the front of the boat. *she has been screaming and getting smacked in the face with water for most of the trip at this point.

"Front Right, YOU NEED TO BE IN SYNC with everyone!!!"

As she tries to paddle and not scream but gets smacked in the face again with water she turns her head to yell back.

"I CAN'T BE NSYNC I'M A NEW KID ON THE BLOCK!!!!!" she gets smacked in the face again and everyone busts out laughing and all paddling stops for about 10 seconds.

The Other laugh I had today I think I have seen in a cartoon, perhaps a bugs bunny cartoon but it was happening in my front yard.

Our Neighbors have been away on vacation for a few weeks so they had no clue about The Rabbit and how he has claimed territory that now spans my yard a portion of their front and a portion of another neighbors yard. So they are home and out pops a puppy, 4 months old Rambunctious Husky. She starts to run across the yard towards me, we say hello then she stops in her tracks right over where the Rabbit had been eating clover. A few seconds later she is on the hunt for Rabbit. Head down sniffing the ground. She is concentrating so hard that she doesn't see Rabbit who is sitting in her yard Frozen. Trying not to get noticed. Well the Husky notices and starts to pounce.

The Rabbit flings and kicks his body into a small row of bushes with Husky on his heels. Then Rabbit pops out from the front side of the bushes leaving Husky butt in the air head peaking through to Rabbit who has become Frozen again. Husky finally figures out that moving backwards is her only option. She pounces again towards Rabbit, her tongue hanging, tail and ears all spunked up ready to play. Rabbit was not ready for that. He took off leading Husky around in circles through bushes over and under bushes until finally reaching my garage. Rabbit safe under the stairs, eyes bugging out and panting he lays down knowing Husky is still searching the bushes.

I suppose I should have been worried for Rabbit and her getting eaten, but the Husky was just curious and wanted to play. Either way I was on my knees laughing so hard I was crying, finally good tears.

Had a rough day, you know...

2010-06-24T09:37:00.001-04:00

Tuesday Night was the first night I spent that was COMPLETELY alone. The Big O had to go to work around 1am and I stayed up making cookies and muffins for an FRG bake sale. When he left for work I was just winding down and ready for bed. After climbing into the bed still smelling of sugary oatmeal I realized my hands were sticky. Climbed out of bed and on my way to the bathroom I tripped over a small box. It was Jeffery Dogs box that he would use to jump on the bed. I moved it away from the bed to empty its contents and didn't place it back. After tripping over it I pushed it to the fare side of the room, washed hands and went back to bed. I didn't think much about it. It didn't send me to bed in tears just a thought about him and then I closed my eyes.

Wednesday morning came fast and I went to the Bake sale. It went well, ladies were great and we managed to find a radio station that covered good 80's and 90's music. So the 30 somethings were happy. The one 20 yr old had no idea what was going on. When I got home and sat down I finally felt how hot the sun was and could feel my eyes burning. The Big O wasn't home yet and I was getting worried. He looked so tired when He said hello and bye to me standing by the cookies. He said He would see me at home but when I got to the house he wasn't there. He finally reached the house 30 minutes later, had to make a stop at the Post Exchange, Army's version of a really sad department store.

Crisis averted and it is only 3pm. We then changed clothes and went to get our Cell phone service switched up making it cheaper. Then drove the back roads, taking the "scenic" route home. Evening was approaching but I was starting to tumble. I am not sure if it was the Heat, realizing Jeffery Dog would not be using that box any more, all the talk about the upcoming deployment at the bake sale combined with worrying about the Big O being so tired on his way home. But I broke. I couldn't stop crying, making dinner with tears, straightening the house with tears, every moment had tears in it. And then I would feel worse because I couldn't explain what was wrong other then Missing my little Jeffery. So We layed in bed for a few minutes, The Big O holding me while I sobbed.

Hoping today is a better day.

Itching to Get Started

2010-06-22T08:36:00.000-04:00

I suppose this is something that I learned or picked up as a child. My Dad was in the military and although we only moved a handful of times I loved the excitement of knowing we were moving to a new place. That move could have been half a year away but just knowing would get me all antsy and ready to get there.

Today knowing that I am going to be staying at my sisters has got that Itch moving again. I am really excited to leave Kentucky. Although when we arrived we loved the country feel of it all we do not like the lack of and want to do anything in our little town. There isn't much in the way of entertainment and it gets so hot and Sticky that being outside and active just isn't comfortable. With that I am ready to go. And leaving a year early just makes me that much more excited.

But the excitement is bitter sweet. The only reason I am able to and want to leave early is due to The Big O deploying xx-xx-xxx. If he weren't going, Kentucky is where we would, I would stay. But back to the excitement of a move.

I want to pack things up NOW. I want to get organized and see what needs to go where. We are putting a lot our things in storage and I want to see what I can really do without for a year. Our past MANY moves we have done it all ourselves and in the process end up getting rid of a lot of the things we just don't feel like moving. Not this time. I am trying to be more thrifty about things. Repurposing "upcycle" things which means really looking at it all with new eyes to see what should be kept. Clothes and sheets which used to go right to goodwill or in the trash now become napkins and throw pillows. Although giving the clothes away wasn't all that bad, but now I don't give clothes away just to turn around and buy something I really Don't need.

So I am stuck in a itchy conundrum of wanting to pack up the house but still needing to live here.

in Limbo

2010-06-17T12:17:00.000-04:00

So this Army life can get confusing and frustrating and a little overwhelming. Then some days it is calm predictable and full of scheduled dates, times and places.

Right now we are in the Coin toss-Who knows-Maybe today-Maybe next year-phase. The Big O has a few questions floating around and trying to get answers about the next training schedule, about his Deployment, about re-enlisting and on and on. We could be moving in a few months or 6 months. It could be that I am moving back "home" come September/October or I stay put for another year.

The Big O does have a deployment coming to him and we have been discussing whether it makes sense for me to Stay put or move in with family. The draw back to staying here is I am alone, aside from a few friends (who could move in the next 8 months) there really is no reason to stay. Especially while my Husband could be gone for over a year. With that we settled on moving me back "home". Which would be with my sister in her home (mother-in-law) basement apartment. And it does sound like the best plan. Family nearby, no worry about me being sick (asthma) and alone. Plus my Dirty Joe Soaps and Shop of Lovelies are all portable. Really there is no reason to stay. I just wonder how fast information will get to me about the Unit he is in or about him if I am not in the same city as the FRG (family readiness group) leaders. But a phone is a phone whether in the same state or 1,000 miles away.

Wordless Wednesday, The Rabbit

2010-06-16T13:20:00.000-04:00

The Bunny In our Front Yard.

He has decided this is his home.

His Name is The Rabbit

Down the Rabbit Hole

2010-06-12T11:16:00.000-04:00

Last night I ventured out to the front yard. In All Honesty my internet was acting screwy and I just wanted to check my email. So I went to the front yard to see if I could pick up an open network. While holding my computer up to the sky as if I were offering it as a sacrifice to the Internet gods, I saw something white move in the neighbors yard.

I let the computer come back down to chest level and stared off across the road. The little white thing was a perfectly white perfectly bright Bunny. I laughed and looked around to see if anyone was with it. Then the neighbor appeared in his drive-way and asked if I knew anyone who lost a rabbit and he points to the little white guy chewing grass. I said no as I walked towards the rabbit. He explained that it had been in his yard all day. I smiled and came down to the ground to pet the rabbit while balancing my laptop in one hand. The neighbor shrugged, said something I couldn't hear and walked back into his house and closed the garage door. I looked at the white rabbit and felt like doing the same. Not one for pet rabbits and such.

I walked back to my garage still trying to get an internet connection when I looked over and the bunny had crossed the street and was now in my yard. "What are you doing?" yes I asked the rabbit OUT LOUD a question... old habits of talking to my Jeffery Dog. When he stood up on his hind legs I closed my computer and went into the house to get some spinach and cabbage leaves. The Big O heard me rummaging through the fridge and then joined me in the front yard.

We watched him eat for a minute and while both of us were touching him he asked if I wanted to keep him. I knew he was probably thinking keep him to fatten him up and then make rabbit stew. His latest obsession is wanting to raise our own meat. I didn't answer, but I didn't say No either. So The Big O picked him up and into the garage we went. I grabbed more cabbage from the fridge and we watched him gobble it all up. Around 11pm I thought more about it and really didn't want a Pet rabbit and being that he was someones pet I didn't think The Big O should try to make BBQ out of him so I decided to let him go.

I walked out to the garage, computer in hand (still trying to find the internet god) and opened the garage door. As I walked out into the front yard bunny followed me. Then he went around the back of the house and out of sight. I had a signal on my computer finally and sat down to check emails when The white fluff ball came Hopping at high speed around the corner and right to my feet. Again I asked him "What are you doing?" and with that he followed me back into the garage.

Not quite sure what to do with this little guy. Right now he seems to think we are family, probably because of the fresh cabbage he happily received. He is living Part-time in the Garage and in the front yard. Free to go if he wants. We will see what happens.

Strawberry Fields

2010-06-10T09:32:00.000-04:00

Went to a Farm the other week and picked about 10 pounds of Strawberries. Why? Because it was fun. What did we do with all those strawberries? We Ate Them! Simply washed stemmed and chewed. So sweet and so ripe. It was brilliant to be out in the air with the dirt and no bugs surprisingly. As we picked we ate. Strawberries taste amazing warmed from the sun right off the vine. I have never gone to a farm and picked my own anything, pumpkin, apples or berries. So it was a lot of fun to me. Riding on a tracker out to the field. My face must have had the look of a child seeing snow for the first time.

Summer days and Summer fun

Finally a minute to breath

2010-06-07T13:00:00.003-04:00

Had the Trunk show This weekend and It was great. The hostess was amazing but unfortunately her confirmed guests did not show. Instead only Two wonderful ladies came, but we ended up have a great time with wine and good food. Oh and I did sell Some of my Laundry Soap. That was the highlight.

I managed to get tons done with my shop on etsy. Finalized the banner for it and changed the facebook fangpage profile picture as well.

And now I am cleaning the house. Neglected everything for a few days getting ready for the party and making labels and cards for the New Laundry soap. But actually I still need to make Muslin bags to mail the Laundry soap in. It seems never ending.

HOLY COW and yarn

2010-06-02T09:35:00.000-04:00

No Time. Must work faster.

Can't believe how fast time is going bye. Last week breezed through without even a blink and now this week. I can't really explain. But I will try to fill you in on my last few days. Memorial day was great. Went to a friends house and lounged around eating amazing amounts of watermelon between sips of wine and laughing at there children. I even brought my Yarn and Hooks with me.

Why the urgency about yarn and crocheting well in case you haven't heard I am doing a "trunk" show at a friends house this Friday. I was flipping flopping on whether to have gobs of Items ready made for purchase that evening or just having samples and take custom orders. So I dilly-dallied and now after deciding I want as much ready made available, I am the crazy yarn lady everywhere we go. The Big O is tolerating it well, thankfully the show is this Friday and he will only have two more days of the couch and all surfaces covered with washcloths, business cards and "Ala Carte menus" sprinkled through-out the house. The nice thing about being this busy and excited, I can partly avoid the sight of the Soldiers bags and gear spread out in the living room. He is getting ready to leave for training soon and his packing list is everywhere. Someplace in the Army wife manual they should note or warn that your living room will look like a surplus store every few weeks no matter how many closets or garage shelves he may have.

I wish you luck on your Wednesday adventures. As I hope I don't get buried in Yarn or things in Camouflage colors.

Rambling

2010-05-21T10:12:00.000-04:00

What can I say, life has gotten busy on me. I am slowly figuring out my new routines without my little Jeffery Dog in every moment. Hard but getting there. The Dad is still visiting which is nice, but I fear the true quiet of the house when he goes back home and it sinks in that my little Furry dude is gone forever. The Big O is still training and due to leave for a few weeks very soon. Then my house will be amazingly still. I am hoping a few things happen during those weeks. And Tears aren't one of them.

1. I need to get the house super clean (prepping for a possible move) Been slacking and with good reason. But hadn't done much other then dishes and Laundry the past two weeks.

2. Create more Items for my shop. Seems that something was in the air this week and I sold several items, but now my shop is looking quite bare. I read someplace that Etsy shops seem to take off when they have at least 2 pages of listings. Which means I need to get cracking. I have items just need to take pictures and write up descriptions. But I have to say I love doing this, Creating and creating for others.

3. Get healthy. I have Asthma and live in one of the worst states you can live in if you have breathing issues. Don't mean to sound like I am gloating about my issues being worse then any others, but asthma has been apart of my life since I was 3 yrs old and has at times placed me in the hospital (intubated and all) for week long periods. Then when I reached my twenty's life cleared up a bit and so did my asthma, with the help of meds of course, but nothing outrageous like steroid pills and such. That is Until I moved to this State. 3 months in I was working through my 3rd cold and then Driving myself to the ER while The Big O was away for training. NOT COOL. We are approaching out 1 yr anniversary of living here and My Health is not much better. I know there are a few things I can try and That is what I will do. TRY. So Raw foods get kicked back up again, exercising through the hard to breath moments and Drinking lots of green juice (recipe posted soon) with some sunlight thrown in if it ever comes out again. *did I mention it rains more here then in Seattle*

So that is the plan. And Try I will. Not making up a schedule though. I have discovered that when a schedule goes up I Procrastinate. I look at it, then turn away and defiantly do something else. Funny when I am the one who made the schedule in the first place. So instead just a check list of Items I need to make for my shop sits in the corner of My "office" and I let the day fall where it wants.

Memory Making Monday

2010-05-17T09:39:00.000-04:00

Memories of last week were a bit rough.

My Lovely Jeffery dog passed away. He was playing like any other day when suddenly he stopped. My Doggy CPR skills were tested but nothing could stop what was happening to him, (vet thinks heart attack). Getting used to new routines around the house have been difficult. It is still surprising how much of my day he was involved in. The moments the Big O misses the most are bedtime rituals. Jeffery would run around gathering toys and then jump into the bed to be wrangled and smooshed by the soldier, aka "jeffery love" So new routines are our latest memory makers.

The Dad has been in town visiting, he was here for the Shocking moment of J-dog, very thankful I wasn't home alone when it happened. And now I am trying to be less of a debby downer and get us out of the house. That too is proving difficult. Not a lot to do in Kentucky when it is pouring outside. So we wait til The Big O gets back from the field and take little road trips. But The Dad is here for another week, I am sure I can get things together before he leaves.

Had a great moment of creating this weekend. Made a new laundry soap scent and found a lovely item to put in my shop. A Spa Set. Hand Towel, Washcloth and Facial Scrubbies. It is really beautiful and usable. Hope you stop by the shop to see all the Lovelies I have hiding out.

Raw 101 series #2

2010-05-12T11:02:00.000-04:00

I want to apologize for the delay in having the next Lesson and Recipe post up. A few things have happened this past week and I am finding it hard to concentrate on most things. My father came to visit me and I couldn't be happier as I became busy with him and sight seeing. But then this past Sunday My Amazing Dog, Jeffery unexpectedly passed away. I am heart broken but trying to be some what productive. He was a fire ball and I know he really would be sad to see me moping around. So music and dancing will happen today, he loved to get in on the action and bring his toys out to join me in the random living room shindig. But Sad stories aside I will pass on what I can today.

Just a reminder. *as with anything on this blog it is a matter of my own personal opinion. I am not a doctor and do not give medical advice. Please be a grown-up and do what is right for you and your body*

History: The reason I chose to start eating Raw was slightly an accident or perhaps more then an accident. It was meant to be. For months quite possibly years (but when you don't pay attention who knows) I had been having headaches, fatigue, Bowel issues and weight fluctuation. Doctors only wanted to give me medication for the IBS they thought I had and meds for the headaches and meds for the fatigue. It was starting to be an avalanche of unanswered issues and the only solution to them was Medication which had its own side effects. I started researching more. Thanks WebMd. Trying not to become a hypochondriac, I hit on something that made sense. Gluten Allergy. I had 12 of the 17 or so symptoms and felt relieved to have an answer. Even if it was a self diagnosed answer. I saw my doctor the next day and he gave me different options. One option involved a biopsy of my large intestine to see if there was damage, Celiac disease shows damage to the large intestinal wall. The other option was to do food elimination and if symptoms clear up well then Gluten allergy could then be assumed. I opted for the Food elimination.

Armed with a list of foods and ingredients to avoid, I cleaned out my pantry and went grocery shopping. By The way, this process was A LOT easier to do while the Soldier, the Big O was gone for several months, didn't have to explain why the peanut butter and frozen french fries where in the trash. But I soon became very frustrated with finding gluten free foods. There was a Gluten free shelf or two at the store but those products seemed extremely over processed to me and didn't make sense to have, they also had quite a bit of sugar added to them. By the end of the 3 yes THREE hours I spent in the store I had emptied my cart and refilled it with nothing but Fruits and Veggies. So that was my unplanned dip into the Raw World.

Today's Lesson: What is Raw Food?

Raw food by definition is anything that hasn't been cooked. To include Pasteurized foods and Meat products. Raw Food also includes foods that haven't been heated over 105 to 118 degrees (depending on who you ask) and is as close to its natural state as possible. Most Raw Foodist are Vegan, due to not consuming pasteurized dairy products and no meat products of any kind. This does not have to be the case for some people, if you can obtain UnPasteurized foods then by the Definition you can eat it.

It many ways eliminating Cooked Foods opened a whole new way of looking at the food and rediscovering fruits and vegetables that I had pushed to the side. It made a bowl of Cherries look amazing, a simple fruit salad taste like heaven and the world of Jicama and "sushi" become everyday occurrences. Bowls of fruit were spread through the house and New Salad was prepared for almost every meal.

Science, as I would explain it... Raw food, is living food. And Living food as with all living things have enzymes, nutrients and minerals. When anything in science is heated to a certain temperature it changes the structure of those properties, enzymes, nutrients and minerals. They physically become altered and not what they were. The protein in one form is altered and changed when heated to a certain temperature. This happens with everything we cook. Meat protein, minerals in vegetables the list goes on. So when you cook something you are changing it fundamentally and depleting it of any of the Original nutrients you were hoping to get. The thought is when you consume foods that are in its natural state you consume it wholly and completely. Nutrients, minerals and enzymes in tack, living Food.

Still questioning whether Raw Food is Good Food. One way to think of it... Before Fire we ate Raw Foods and guess what we survived :)

* Note: Recipe to come. Need to Take pictures of the creation and add them as soon as Blogger will let me

In Memoriam

2010-05-09T23:14:00.004-04:00

Thud tumble, tromple through the hall, leap on the bed. You open your arms without opening your eyes... get a good morning kiss and then a snuggle in the bed. He takes over the sheets, pushes you to the other side of the bed and begins to snore. Is this your Husband, your soldier. NO it is the other man.

The one who protects you. Who wakes you in the morning for breakfast and reminds you why you need to be awake at all. He is the one who tells you, you should move around, you should go for a walk. He makes your days of waiting for your soldier to come home that much shorter. He is your protector, guard, love and snuggle buddy on long cold nights. But he is gone. Gone from you and all you know.

He is not here to greet me at the door. Remind me why I need to wake up. He is not bringing me his toys and barking at the rain. He is not watching movies with me or snoring in my ear. And I miss him.

I should be asleep. But when your world gets tossed on its head, night becomes day and day becomes HELL. He was all of 6 Years Old. Jeffery was his name and he was IS amazing. You know the love, unconditional, you could do nothing wrong type love? Well that is what you got from Jeffery.

Jeffery the Dog

Jeffery February 12, 2004 - May 9, 2010

If at any moment in your life. You have owned a Dog and Had a husband who had a job that took him away from you for months on end. Then You know the love and Joy a Dog or any pet might bring you. He was more then Just a Dog. He was for better sense of the word Our Son.

Jeffery Dog I Love You.

Frugal Nest Happy Nest

2010-05-07T08:46:00.007-04:00

An New Fabulous Nest Friday. A Frugal Nest is a Happy Nest

I have been on a mission these past few months. Being an Army wife affords me the "luxury" of travel and new adventures, but it also gives me the tough challenge of working with a less then ideal budget. The Big O and I have had to change a lot of things since joining the Army this time around. When we got out 7 years ago and fell into civilian life and living, great jobs and Seattle City Downtown living we spoiled ourselves and had fun. Now the fun still continues but we have reached a different aspect in our lives that is encouraging us to get inventive with the everyday products we use and to think twice about something before we buy it. In short we have become Frugal and Resourceful.

Last month I began using handmade washcloths to conquer the battle of the smelly dish sponge. Then I moved on to cutting out papertowels and using "upcycled" old shirts. I need to take pictures of that process.

The next addition to the Saving money and getting Back to Basics was Food. Creating everything (except bread and pasta) from scratch. That opened me back up to a world that I forgot I loved. Creating new recipes and The Big O joyfully excepting the challenge of taste tester. His favorite so far is a Nothern African Meat Pie/pocket (He discovered during The Bite of Seattle a few years back) whose recipe I have been trying to replicate.

And now the most exciting part... Laundry detergent. Making my own Laundry soap has been a 3 day odyssey of hunting down 2 boxes of powder and a funny named bar of soap. But the actual making of the detergent couldn't be easier. It is All Natural, safe for sensitive skin and Saves you a Ton of money.

Found a few great recipes and one is here on Little Boy Green and another is Way Out West Both ladies have great blogs and are doing all they can for their families. They too are getting back to basics.

This weekend Try something new. Make a meal from scratch or repurpose an item around the house.

They Know Me Well

2010-05-06T00:43:00.001-04:00

This past year or more like 10 months have been interesting. The most interesting and somewhat overwhelming has been my level of Homesickness. A level that I have never experienced before. It is very different then anything I have gone through and I am hoping somehow I will get back that part of Military Memory that is ingrained in me to not be homesick.

I, like many military kids, have never known a "home". Not in the traditional sense of the word. As a child and even today as an Adult when asked "Where are you from?" I say, "Good question... everywhere and nowhere at the same time." Well that is the newest version. The old version was, "My dad is from Philadelphia and My Mum is from Australia." and I would leave people without a real answer. A few confused looks later and then conversation would change. Then it Became, with a laugh and wink "I have no home, (shrugging shoulders) Air Force Brat."

When The Big O got out of the Army (years ago) we settled in Seattle and I felt at home. I felt like I had arrived someplace that was comfortable with me and I with it. Soon when People asked where I was from I started to just say Seattle. Six almost seven years later The Big O Joins the Army (again) and we move. So now I am back to... "Air Force Brat and now Army wife, Home for now is _ insert state of the moment_ "

And that all brings me to a few weeks ago. I was talking to my Dad on the phone and The Big O walks by Mouthing "have you asked him yet?" I shake my head no. Then before I can protest The Big O has taken my phone and is explaining to my Father that I really really need him to come visit me... "homesick... out in the field a lot... wants you to visit but won't ask." Then I hear him laugh and agree with something my dad says back to him. I finally get the phone back Dad is telling me he will check on tickets. I get all teary hang up the phone and hug my husband. The Big O, if he knows anything about me, he knows that I will not ask for Help or ask for a need/want. I will sit silently waiting to figure it out for myself.

Alright my bragging moment is over. I have a husband who, although he is gone often now, still KNOWS and loves his wife. And a father who will stop time for me if he could, even for a daughter who is "all grown up". Blah Blah Mushy Mushy.

The last sunset before Spring finally arrived. Blazing Sun yet it was only around 40 degrees out and no sign of spring for weeks. That was until the next day when it hit 80 and birds started to sing.

A Derby Weekend

2010-05-03T10:02:00.004-04:00

Derby weekend, Rain, parties and projects.

Huge thunderstorms, flash flooding and so much more. But The Race Must Go On!!!

The Big O and I went to a friends house Saturday for the Big Derby party and a 4 year olds birthday party as well.

Our Friend Mrs. C had made an amazing Derby hat, Red flowering extravaganza, paired with the prettiest white sundress, yellow shrug and a red rose broach pinned the waist of the dress. Only disappointing thing... I forgot my camera. Hoping she posts a picture very soon so I can "borrow" it to show you all how lovely she looked. Edit She let me Borrow her photo. Mystery lady in black and Red to the right. Mrs. C in Her fantastic Derby Best just below...

Soon the Newly turned 4 year olds party was over Little C had a blast and I was really excited to give her my gift. She has discovered painting and art. Little C really connects with what she is doing so I ran with that and gave her a pack of small canvas squares with paints of her own. She even has an easel set up downstairs in an Art studio in the House. Very lucky little girl.

This was my first Derby anything, party, watching and of course drinking. It was all the excitement of the Super Bowl. Food and drinks over flowing, betting and commercial watching. Then the race began and as soon as it started it was over. But the party continued on along with the good Cheer.

My project this weekend, other then watching several Million dollars run around a track was to create 4 Bath Puffs.

This Custom Order was for 2 sage green puffs and 2 black with beige puffs. Very excited to mail them out.

Derby Photos from Here. A few celebrities were in the mix

Raw 101 Series #1

2010-04-27T21:03:00.003-04:00

I did it. My short history:

I started a Raw Experiment in May of 2009. 28 days of Raw Food Challenge from Crazy Sexy Life, by Kris Carr. She was hosting an Adventure Cleanse TuneUP (ACT). It went great. I planned to start slow but almost naturally I found that I wasn't reaching for anything cooked at all and after the first week, I looked back on the days meals, none of it was cooked. So I went with it and ended up going a few days past 50 at 100% raw.

Then Life got hectic and a Seattle to Kentucky road trip later, I fell off the Raw food wagon and ended up knee deep in fast food and all that greasy goodness. Truth be told I GOT LAZY. A few months ago I started cooking from scratch. Creating Meals for the Big O and myself that did not originate from a packaged product. That helped me get a feel for my kitchen again and Creating things that I was proud to serve. Now it is approaching the 1 year anniversary of the raw experiment and honestly I miss it. The food, how I felt and now I want to go back to it.

Wednesday Raw 101 series will cover my journey through this process of getting to a place where I feel good, vibrant and healthy. A place where it is second nature and I don't crave cheeseburgers and french fries. It may be a bit bumpy, but I plan to be honest with my journey.

I would love if you joined in on Wednesdays. Try a few recipes and even do a day of Raw or just a raw dish once a week. Each week will involve a mini lesson and Recipe.

Today's lesson is light on Science and Sweet on taste. Something simple.

Today's Lesson: FRUIT

Do you remember the last time you ate Just a piece of fruit. A plain Apple or a handful of Grapes? What about a bowl of Strawberries or even a Banana?

They (rawfood experts) say that If you can't get a green juice in the morning then fruit would be the next best thing. The theory suggests that your Body went all night working on last evenings meal. Your stomach should be empty and ready to receive its first food. By Making that meal the most nutritious and easily digested you are giving your body the best chance at health and a balanced day.

Typically Fruit is digested within 30 minutes to an hour after eating it. Your body whisks it away and uses every bit of it. And the best time to place fruit in you tummy is when it is empty. *More on food combining and digestion in later episodes ;)

So when was the last time you ate a single piece of fruit that looked as it did when it fell from the tree or pluck from the vine? Today's Challenge... Eat fruit. No fancy syrups or whipped creams, no sugar added or peanut butter on top. Just Fruit as nature intended. Make Wednesday Start off with a great idea and fueled by some amazing food.

Simple Fruit salad: Buy Organic if you can

This makes enough for 2 people. Or a large meal for one.
Add what you need depending on the number of mouths you are feeding.
1 banana sliced into bite sized rounds

1 apple cut into bite sized pieces

handful of grapes

and Sliced Strawberries

In one bowl mix together. If you aren't eating it right away a squeeze of lemon juice will cut down on the banana and apple turning brown.

For young children, get rid of the spoons and forks, let them dig in with their hands. If you have picky eaters perhaps seeing you eat with them, the exact same food as them, they may find themselves following your lead. Try eating it with your hands as well, Why not? Make the meal fun. Bananas slipping everywhere and juicy strawberry fingers make for a few good laughs.

If you are Not making the fruit salad. Try, at least for one meal today, to have a fruit with you meal. Lunch could be that familiar sandwich and instead of adding chips to the meal switch it for some grapes or a banana.

Hope you have a great day. For me this is Day 1 of raw food living. I will update a few times over this week to let you know how it is going and then Next Wednesday post another lesson and Recipe

I would LOVE to hear how your day went. Did you try to have more fruit today? Venture out with the kids on a fruit taste testing spree.? Thoughts, suggestions? Give it to me, I would love to know.

This was my First Wednesday Raw 101 Series Entry. Check in next Tuesday for the Ingredients list for that Wednesdays Raw 101 series #2.

*I am not a Doctor or Nutritionist. These posts are merely my Experiences and Opinions. They are lessons I have learned from other sources, books, people, friends and family. Please be an Adult, Know Your body and do what is right for you.

Ingredient list for Raw 101 Wednesdays

2010-04-27T11:43:00.001-04:00

Raw 101 Series starts tomorrow and will occur every Wednesday.

For those that would like to try the recipe and participate in Raw Wednesdays I thought I would give you the list of ingredients for the dish that is featured in the lesson. Allowing you time to get to the store if you need to.

This weeks lesson is Fruit!!!

Here is the Featured recipes Ingredients. Don't worry it is Very very Simple and I am Certain many of you have made it before.

Simple Fruit Salad

Bananas

Grapes

Strawberries

Apples

A gift for a Monday

2010-04-26T20:39:00.001-04:00

I have to say one of the greatest things... is to receive a package in the mail. The time of Emails and Evites it really does make you feel special.

I knew it was coming but it's one of those things you don't quite believe until you have it in your hands.

A few months ago I made a Scarf for a great friend Megan from Tomato Tots and Kitsch in the Kitchen . It was a thank you for listening to me when I had one of those, My World is Imploding, moments.

I figured out my moment and with her help jumped into something completely new. I opened my Etsy shop. Oddly enough and not so odd at the same time, she was going through her Transitioning moment as well. We began writing a blog (unknown to either of us) and started sorting through our sea of doubts at the same time. My Breaking moment brought about a flood of "What I am supposed to do with my life?" Questions. Which have lead to this blog and an other about my Scarves and Household Lovelies.

In Her moments, Megan has created Tomato Tots. Eventually turning that into a lifestyle and cook book series. Then there is Kitsch in the Kitchen, which is where she showcases and expresses her artful side. And Can you believe it she has expressed it and made me something at the same time.

A 1950's inspired Apron. Red, black, white and a perfectly perfect bow accenting a pocket.

Thank You Megan I love it. XOXO

Interesting how we both have Life Blogs and Art Blogs. Oh and we are both Half Australian... Could we be related? ;) Shhh... don't tell the husbands...

Last photo By Megan from Kitsch in the Kitchen

In the kitchen

2010-04-22T19:02:00.004-04:00

Thought I would post a Recipe for the Fabulous Nest Blog Hop. By Housewife Bliss.

And also use it to start off my Raw 101, a personal journey through Raw that will be posted every Wednesday Starting Next week. It will provide knowledge on what I know, links, what I learn along the way, recipes and some basic nutrition facts.

Raw History: Almost 1 year ago I embarked on a Raw Food Lifestyle change. As with anything in life, when it comes to changing a habit or a way of being, it takes time and sometimes falling off and getting back on. I think the challenge for me was tying to maintain a Raw Food world and also create cooked meals for The Big O. Not to blame him for me falling off :) but I have given in to the easy side of the street, of only having to worry about one or two dishes instead of a whole plethora of dishes. Excuses aside. I am getting back into it and finding a balance between Cooking and not Cooking that suits us both.

The other challenge I wanted to work on was "fixing my husband". You laugh, don't laugh...

He, like most men in the Army, is a very fast eater, so I have been experimenting with ways to slow him down hoping that one day I will not be left eating alone. And the solution was... Many Small plates with small spoons and single serving bites that had to be created one at a time. I think India and Morocco have the right idea with how they serve food and eat it. Here is the recipe and solution with Photos.

green tomatillo *peel skin and cut like a tomato

Red Cabbage Pico de Gallo

2 Green Tomatillo diced

1 Vine Tomato dice

1 Serrano Pepper Diced NO seeds

1/2 Onion diced white or yellow

1 clove chopped Garlic

4 Red Cabbage leaves chopped *if you tear the leaves from the head of the cabbage instead of cutting the cabbage in half it will last a lot longer. Wrap in a bag and place in the fridge to keep.

handful of chopped Cilantro

salt & pepper to taste

1 tbsp olive oil

1 tbsp white vinegar

*Juice from one Lime if you have it but not needed (I forgot the lime and it turned out great)

Mix and set to the side

*I prepared a meat dish for The Big O, meat cut in strips with onion and bell pepper. Cook and season how you like.*

To Serve I cut and washed Romain leaves then Spooned the Pico de Gallo into the open leaves and placed them on two separate plates. -my plate (no meat or bread) and his plate(s)

His "Plate" consisted of three separate plates. Small Bowl with the Meat/Onion/Pepper combination and another bowl of the Pico de Gallo. Then I tore flat bread into manageable sized pieces. This slowed him down as he had to create each bite from scratch. He also had Romaine/pico on his plate. It was fresh, light and didn't cause me to create 2 separate meals. We were able to have conversation and we finished eating at the same time.

The Other Side of My Door

2010-04-20T00:28:00.000-04:00

I thought I would take a break from my random ramblings and just post a few pictures of what I saw in my front yard Yesterday.

Food

Fun

Hiding

Shelter

What?

Memory Making Monday

2010-04-19T00:08:00.002-04:00

Remember way back when... you were sitting in your math class and your teacher presents a pop quiz. Moans and groans along with an air of panic take over the class. Quite possibly you are mumbling to yourself, among profanities about your teacher "why do I need to know this anyways?"

Flash forward 15 years and this weekend was exactly why you need to know this. So that perhaps in your thirties you would remember a fraction of it and what a fraction is, more or less how to divide or multiply the fraction. That perhaps you wouldn't even need to study right now. Well if your 15 yr old self only knew what you know now right.

If I could tell my 15 year old self anything, well it wouldn't be about math. But after I told her about all the future things that were about to happen I would also tell her to never stop learning. That and don't just learn it or memorize it to get the A and then leave it at the school when senior year is over. All those formulas are gone, replaced by recipes and other projects conquered over the years. New faces, new names, dates and places, new memories and non of them contain a single math problem from my youth.

This weekend was fun. In the way uneventful things can be fun. The Big O is Studying again. This time it isn't to get a promotion but it is for something just as important. With this new challenge not only does the Big O need a refresher in math but I inadvertently need to learn it as well, being that I am the elected Study Buddy. I am going to make a name tag and start writing that as my job title from now on.

The Big O asks "hey babe, do you want to go to the coffee shop with me?
I can study and you can work on your scarf stuff."

Big O "How the hell did they get that answer?"
Me "What? Let me see."

I gave up completely on getting any of my "scarf stuff" done and we did math problems.

We sat at a coffee shop most of the weekend. Sipping beverages that kept us awake in order to whiz through the torture that for some math can be. We laughed when answers were found and wanted to throw things when they were missed. A very odd mixture of bonding over misery and eraser shavings. The Big O and I talked about having this become, Our Thing, when we get old. Some people do crossword puzzles on Sunday morning, we are going to break out 8th grade math workbooks and enjoy our breakfast.

Now I present a question to you, when was the last time you prepared for a test? Like the type of preparing and test taking you did in school, high school or college? And how much do you think you could remember if given that test right now?

Making My Nest

2010-04-16T14:49:00.001-04:00

Fabulous Nest Friday

What a great way to Celebrate this New Holiday ( I like to think of it as one) Follow Fridays.

Great way and Great fun to meet amazing people who create and blog about what they create. Whether it is creating for craft, business or creating a loving and blissful home. We all create in our own Unique ways. Housewife Bliss Has given this amazing Friday Follow...

So What is my Fabulous Nest about. I am many things, wife to a Soldier, creative and always creating lady as well as an amazing housewife. I am starting to build my recipe file on here and hoping to get a few more posted soon. Funny thing is I have noticed I forget to take pictures of the food as I am preparing it. Thankfully I remember to take a few before the Big O comes home and gobbles it all up.

I am also trying to create an Empire... insert evil laugh here. I have started my own business of selling what I create thanks to a great friends encouragement Megan from Tomato Tots I now have a shop on Etsy. And after only being open for 2 month is doing very well.

Recipes

Soups

Chicken dishes

Raw Foods

Salads

Oatmeal cookies

the Etsy shop

Scarves

Kitchen Sets

Bath Sets

Life as an Army wife and so much more.

The Best part of having a Fabulous Nest is the look on The Big O's face when he comes home and gets to shed his Army Soldier persona and relax. Then I know I am doing a great job.

Food Rant & Revolution

2010-04-12T10:01:00.001-04:00

I apologize now for this little rant. And I would like to say... I am in no way badgering you or yelling at you. I am simply a little, No, very annoyed with how the Food Industry is treating us and our food.

I have always loved food mostly creating dishes. As child watching The Frugal Gourmet on PBS (1980's era) I would duplicate his recipes. Then the Food Network came along and my food world got bigger. Recently as an Adult I have become interested in where the food is coming from, the history of it and now the abuse of it. Many things have been popping up in the news and on TV shows, fun, disturbing and educational. One of the more recent Feel Good but also Open Your Eyes type show is Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution. (Hulu Link)

Chicken and Red Plum Salsa

Aside from the FDA and its hand in controlling what your child eats at school, the battle of changing minds and re-educating people about the basics of food and what it does for you is a huge challenge Jamie has to over come in this Virginia town. Thankfully they are catching on.

What I eat and how I choose to eat it is completely up to me. However when we aren't told the whole truth about where a food comes from or what is done to it from Seed to Ground to Growth and then finally our table, I get a little upset.

Food Inc is one movie that will tell you more about what is going on with your food. Some of it was absolutely horrifying. And I know what some of you might be thinking "just another propaganda piece to get me to become a vegetarian" No this doesn't go as far in shock value as some animal rights films. But it really does get the message across about how our food industry The Big Guys treat (as in Treatment, cleaning, genetically modified meats and VEGETABLES) our food. It touches on The little Farmer and how he is getting hurt by Big Industry. Discusses E-Coli and other illnesses that are created by humans in the process of obtaining more and more food.This film gives you insight into large factories and then a peak into small farms and the difference. If you needed more of a reason to by Organic foods, Beef, Veg & fruit well here is it.

The moral of this story, Eat wisely. Support your local Farms and Create fresh meals.

Here is a small farmers blog, The Beginning Farmers Wife. They are doing small but great things.

Another Blogging Lady is Megan She is a mother of twins and loves to educate them in the glories of Food. Showing, that even at an early age, they can handle the machines and make amazing meals. She is using Jamie's Book at the moment and is doing her part to Pass It On.

Hope you pass it on. Make something from Scratch today.

Ultimate Blog Party 2010

2010-04-08T23:31:00.004-04:00

This Blog is about Life as an Army wife and Gypsy. New city, New State, house and all the fun and not so fun moments of my Army Life.

Officially I prefer to be called, THE BEST DAMN ARMY WIFE EVER! However, BDAWE wasn’t working for me. So, Tehlia, will do just fine. My Army days started 8+yrs ago when I married The Big O. Along with my Army Life, I am a Raw Food fanatic, Yoga enthusiast, Reader of most things, Writer (at least in my mind), Crocheting maniac, and Wine drinking lady.

A new recipe. Not quite sure what to call them Officially...

How about. Best Oatmeal Craisin Cookies Ever!!

A project to Use Up all those amazing leftovers

from projects in the past. Yarn Bits

And the

Raw Adventures of an Army Wife

I also Have an AMAZING Etsy Shop

Handmade, one-of-a-kind, Crocheted Scarves.

The Scarf Shop by Tehlia

Basics & I'm Not Talking Bootcamp

2010-04-08T15:15:00.002-04:00

The Big O is training. Constantly training. For work. His training has taking on the looks of a man getting ready for Iron Man. He bikes, runs, swims, lifts weight and is doing a ton of other things on top of that and day to day army events. He is basically a walking machine (we all are) but his is running on high speed all the time and the food I make isn't keeping up. The only problem with food these days, for him, is he isn't getting full. He seems to burn it even as he is eating it.

He is also having hellacious cravings for cookies. I am sure there is a scientific explanation, carbs/cardio blah blah blah. But reasons aside he is having them and the craving lately has been Oatmeal. While driving back from a visit to the Book Store last night he makes a turn taking us towards a supermarket. I ask "where are we going?" The Big O's response... "I want cookies." Imagine cookie monster at the steering wheel all blue and hungry in cookie monster voice. We get to the store and he heads straight towards the "bakery", apparently he has done this before, he picks up a flimsy plastic container with 12 flat cookies in it and is walking back towards me.

"fake, bakery cookie" vs my "real cookie"

Looking at the container of lifeless cookies from the Not-a-real-bakery, bakery section I pull a face. The kind of face that says "really, you really want to eat those?" Then together almost like an impulse we flip the container over and read the ingredients 70%real stuff, eggs, flour, oats, raisins then 30% things we didn't recognize. I think about him always being hungry and filling up (outside) the house, because something someplace in his system is lacking, so he reaches for anything and a craving leads him to these Fake cookies. I think about it and immediate we start cruising the aisles looking for all the ingredients.

So this week I am trying something new with our meals. Not a completely new idea, people do it all the time. We in general used to prepare things from scratch for every meal. And this week I am going to see how it goes. First goal REAL Cookies for the cookie monster cravings. Found a recipe online made a few changes and this is what I came up with.

The original recipe was for a large batch and called for white flour. I cut it in half and used Whole wheat flour. I wanted to cut out some of the sugar but I wasn't sure how that would effect the recipe. I am not one for baking so it scared me to mess with it too much. I guess there is the applesauce substitute. I didn't use splenda or another sugar sub because I wanted it to stay "whole" and true to real food as possible. Up to you what you choose and if you know the applesauce measurements please share it.

This recipe makes about 24 small cookies

Preheat oven 375

1/2 cup soften butter (1stick)
1/2 cup white sugar
1/2 cup brown sugar
1 cup whole wheat flour
1 & 1/2 cup oatmeal (quick cook I used quaker)
1 egg
1/2 tsp vanilla
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt (or less)
1tsp cinnamon

I wasn't fancy with this I piled it all into a mixing bowl and mixed with a fork until thoroughly combined. Because I usually don't bake I don't have a mixer or anything like that. And it all worked great. I took a Tbsp and measured out rounded oatmeal balls with my hands I flattened them a little and placed on a baking sheet. Baked for 8 - 10 minutes. 10 minutes worked great with my oven and they are chewy.

You could add raisins (classic) to the mixture before spooning out on to baking sheet. Or and The Big O is loving them lately, I used Craisins (dried Cranberries). Up to You how much you add. I used about 1 cup and mixed it in evenly.

Whole "real food" cookies are done. Now on to planning out the rest of the weeks meals using No Processed foods. Side note I will buy/use store bought bread, butter and pasta, something to work towards in the future. But no packaged food other then those three things. Lets see if I can get him Full.

Re-use, Recycle, Repurpose

2010-04-07T13:31:00.004-04:00

Trying to save money has inadvertently lead to becoming a more Green Home.

I have been looking at a lot of things in our home and seeing them in different aspects. How things can be used differently or Repurposed and finding ways to cut cost. One way which I mentioned in my last post was Using old Clothes as Napkins. Simply cutting them into perfect squares and sewing the edge to cut down on fraying. Using them in the same fashion you would use a Papertowel. The advantage is you can wash them and reuse the next day.

The Other way to Recycle something in your home is by using materials that are left over from other projects. Because I make scarves and use a lot of yarn, I tend to have a lot of mixed up little bits and pieces left over that aren't long enough to make a completed scarf. So instead I use that yarn to make Washcloths and Dishcloths. Again these are things that can be washed and used time and time again.

In the Military, wives/families are familiar with cutting corners, saving pennies and becoming inventive with what they buy, recycle and repurpose. It can be mind boggling to try and figure out where to begin when it comes to saving on groceries and household products. So I am picking one product to not buy and that is Paper towels. Not huge but it is something. The other is using coupons and finding better deals at the commisary (military Grocery store) but still buying organic fruits and veggies. Yesterday I saved $50 dollars with coupons alone.

What are some of the ways you try to save money or repurpose things in your house?

New Endeavors

2010-04-05T23:05:00.003-04:00

I finished some scarves since I last wrote and thought I would share a few photos. Put some up in my Etsy store and have be getting a great response from people and fans on the Fanpage on Facebook. Things are going well with it. The Scarf Shop Blog finally has more then 10 followers So happy about that.

Today seemed more like the Holiday then Sunday. The Big O was off work and that meant my intentions of creating a schedule went out the door. But I will get on it tomorrow, full speed ahead.

I have been looking into Coupons and saving money at the grocery store. It is so odd to me that there is still this strange stigma about using coupons. I remember as a child the only draw back to seeing the person in the front of the line who pulled out a bundle of coupons was that the cashier had to enter everything in by hand. Which would slow the line down and cause my mother to immediately switch to a line that didn't hold a time zapping couponing person. But other then that TODAY I can't think of a reason as to why using coupons still gets you a sideways glance at the register. Looks aside and impatient shoppers ignored I am attempting my first experiment with coupons.

Also on my list of new found ways to save money and do a bit of my own "greening" (recycling) around the house. I have found a new use for old Cotton T-shirts. Especially those that are the lovely shade of dark beige The Big O has to wear under his uniform. Lets just call them Napkins :)

Not just rags but fancy rags. Cut in 8x8 squares and sewn around the edges to stop from fraying. WHY NOT??? Used for household purposes and perhaps if the shirt was of a nice pattern actual napkins could be made. Thinking about all the possibilities now. If I never have to buy a package of paper towels again I surely won't complain.

Busy Busy

2010-04-02T09:35:00.002-04:00

Slowly but surely I am starting to see that I need to create a schedule. With all the internet gadgets I need to check in with, talking to people and hoping someone sees my scarves and then hoping they remember me come September/October when the first chill of an evening gets them.

Then there is house work, cooking, 3 meals a day and at this time it is so great to be able to do that. The Big O is training very hard daily, so with that training he needs ot make sure he is eating whole healthy foods. I cook/prepare every meal and serve and clean up. I am fortuntate that at this moment he is able to come home everyday for his meals. Not always at the same time but he is able to come home. Then his Laundry, I know children create a lot of laundry but an Army guy, Oh My. For work he changes into 3 different uniforms everyday. Workout (PT) uniform in the morning, Camouflage (ACU) Uniform for the day and then another clean set of PT's for the second workout of the day. Then he will come home and change again. It all adds up to piles of green/grey/black clothes every 1.5days.

Throw in a few errand during the day, groceries, post office, bank and on and on. My Day gets full pretty fast and I am starting to feel the pull of procrastination but also a want to get my scarf business off the ground. So I need a schedule. Then I need to actually stick to it.

A few Announcements

2010-03-30T08:22:00.013-04:00

Wonderful thing are happening. Wrap me in Bacon was mentioned in another blog. She is a bacon lover, writer, cook and alaround amazing person. Check out how she feels about Bacon.

Tag you're it Tuesdays is going strong. Meeting amazing people and forming new friendships.

The Scarf Giveaway is coming to an end Today is the last day to get your name in the drawing. Good Luck

Study Buddy

2010-03-29T10:17:00.001-04:00

One of the things you become when you marry an Army (military) Man is you become his Study Buddy.

The Big O is getting ready for a promotion and how that works in the Army is you go to the "Board". Which consists of high ranking military Soldiers. Some of which he works directly with and others he has only heard the name of. He has to be dressed in his Class A's which is the Army equivalent of "black tie" for the civilian world. All his medals, ribbons, name tags, rank everything needs to be in top form and placed correctly. Hair cut, shaved clean, teeth shining and a drive and want written all over his presence that the "board" can see, so they know he really really wants it. Then the questions.

Questions that range from Army history to Weapons and Code of conduct. There are over 15 categories to know. Lots of definitions and Numbers mixed with acronyms. So we study and study and study. I say WE because I am the "tester" I walk around with stacks of papers rattling off questions to him. All to help him go to the board prepared and get that higher rank and more responsibility with a little extra pay.

Now if only there were a way to help him study without absorbing all of it myself. I feel like other things have been moved out of my brain to make room for the countless acronyms and forms.

Friday Follow trying something new.

2010-03-26T09:14:00.002-04:00

Friday follow. Hope everyone is having a wonderful friday.

Here are a few post about the life an army wife leads.

Raw Adventures of an Army Wife

I recieved an Award! My 1st.

2010-03-25T09:18:00.004-04:00

And Yes a Happy dance was performed

Everyday I get a little more excited to write my blog(s). Part of that excitement is seeing that another person perhaps even fellow blogger has become a follower. The thought that someone actually wants to keep tabs on something I might write out is baffling to me and really encouraging.

I started this blog for two reasons. I needed an outlet. My husband is Active Duty Military and we had just moved to a new state, city, town (very small town compared to other places we have lived) and I was starting to have a bad case of Homesickness and feeling very isolated. My poor husband being away for this training or that, couldn't help me much. So I started writing, my day, my thought and randomness. The other reason... I have always loved writing, as a child my room was filled with scribbled on index cards, then it turned into journals and then a computer filled with files of "the Novel" I was working on. But I never let anyone read anything I wrote. Fear that it wasn't good enough.

I have official conquered that fear of not being good enough (only took 31 years) and what has happened? Michelle from Girl Gone Granola, has given me a Stiletto Award. My very first Blog Award and other then getting a Good Citizen award in Elementary School (4th grade iIbelieve) this is my first award of any kind. It feels so great, Thanks Michelle.

With this Award comes the honor of nominating 5 amazing woman to receive the Stiletto. I also wanted to take a minute and feature the women Michelle nominated as well. I am still beyond speechless that I was amongst them. Can't thank her enough

Michelle's Nominated Ladies of Blog.

Jen @ Knitters-Knitters. Woman, you are awesome. I have never in my life known a more skilled and prolific knitter than you. And, you are freakin' hilarious! :)

Kris @ Quilted Simple. Another Wonder Woman! Mom, knitter, quilter and farmer extraordinaire. :)

Banu @ A Hungry Bear Won't Dance. You are just lovely and brilliant and a killer cook. I've said it before, and I'll say it again - you need to write a cookbook! :)

Amy @ Life in the Slow Lane. You are a fount of nutritional info, girl! :)

Little T @ Raw Adventures of an Army Wife. For so many reasons - your writing is so honest, and you do crazy-awesome things with crochet that I could only dream of pulling off. (For the uninitiated, behold the awesomeness that is the bacon scarf!) :)

MY NOMINATIONS ARE!!!

*In the process of being sorted. I read a lot of blogs, as I am sure we all do and it is very hard to just pick a few. They are all great in their own unique way. I will have the nominated Blogs posted by next week.

Tag Your It! tuesday

2010-03-23T16:39:00.003-04:00

Tag Your It Tuesday!!!!

Fun way to connect with more blogging ladies and have some fun at the same time.

Super simple concept Go here to learn more.

We Survived!

2010-03-22T11:53:00.004-04:00

Quick update.

Since my last post. Not much has happened. We got through our "together" time without any scratches, a few extra laughs and some funny house cleaning moments. I am just glad that warmer weather is coming our way which will hopefully mean more Outside time and not feeling trapped in a house with "nothing" to do. The Big O gets bored easily.

I finally finished Bacon scarf. Need to take some pictures and post it on etsy for the Custom Order Bacon Lover to be able to purchase it. Then I am getting the house all clean. Felt like this scarf and my 4 day weekend with the husband left us enough time to trash the kitchen but not really clean it.

Robins are acting as if summer is in full swing, But the fact that I have lights on inside tells me it isn't quite summer yet. So I will stay in a little longer, admire their songs and make believe it is 75degrees out and sunny.

I love him... but

2010-03-20T13:11:00.001-04:00

Its rare to have him home. Home all weekend. No CQ, no midnight phone calls cause some soldier someplace did something silly and he needs to throw on clothes and leave (at midnight). It is rarer still to have him home on a Wednesday evening before 5pm, then home all day Thursday and Friday. Now throw in the weekend of Saturday and Sunday. That is a whole lot of Home, with me, during the day and night.

NINETY SIX hours of togetherness. I love it!! (read, please help me)

Its not that I don't love him. I do truly. But ninety six hours of us, alone time and nothing to do in this little town. Well remember the story Lord of the Flies? Ok you get my drift now. One of us might get chopped up and turned into shish kabobs.

The issue isn't that we can't be alone together for long periods of time, it is that he is easily bored. I can sit in a room by myself and be entertained with my thought. That might make me crazy sounding, but I can. He, The Big O, can NOT. He is at his best when busy, busy working out, working on the car, rearranging his army gear or even on a road march. Yesterday we/he spent 2 hours pacing the house cause he was so bored. He was bored enough to contemplate going on his 3rd workout of the day. This isn't an issue other then the fact that he has to walk the entire house, complaining about the boredom and the need to do this or that OUT LOUD. Frustrating cause there isn't much I can do to help with his boredom (small town syndrome).

It is Saturday and we are into hours 60 and counting. I just ask that you pray for us. That we will make it through this time together and be stronger because of it. *wink

Also hoping that after this workout (1st one today) he will settle for a nice afternoon nap with the Jeffery Dog.