First World Problems

I hope everyone had a blessed Thanksgiving!  I know I certainly have so much to be thankful for, and my family and I were especially thankful to celebrate the day with wonderful friends.  I missed being with family, but friends become family when family is far away.  I know I have no room to complain about anything.  That being said, I am in a Rhode Island funk today (this is how I felt all the time in RI, but this is the first time I've had this feeling on Guam), and I feel like ranting.  My problems are so very first worldish (thanks, Kate and Lydia from Rants From Mommyland), so call me shallow or spoiled or whatever other adjective you might think of to describe my whining.  I feel I must do this to de-funktify myself.  Call it a cleanse.

First off, tennis was canceled today because of rain.  We've had great weather lately, so I shouldn't be too upset.  But I am.  I love tennis, and I now have to do something else for a workout, probably P90X.  Oh, and don't ask me how half a box of Nilla Wafers magically disappeared after I got the cancellation call this morning.  The day started off just peachy....or vanilla-y?

Speaking of tennis....a friend and fellow tennis player that I've gotten to know is moving in a few weeks, and that just sucks.  I'm happy for her because she is moving to the place she wants to live forever (can you say Hawaii?), but I will miss hanging out with her.  I just hate saying bye to people, especially those I don't have enough time to get to know better.  Blows.

OK, now on to my husband.  He bakes bread.  Like homemade, from scratch, sourdough starter, kind of bread.  He's weird.  Anyhow, he takes over the kitchen and completely destroys it.  There's flour and crap everywhere, and then he doesn't clean it up.  I am so tired of cleaning up after his bread-making soires.  Yes, I know many of you think it's absolutely fabulous that my husband bakes bread.  It is, and the bread is actually very tasty.  The fact is, though, that I don't eat the bread.  Not a bite.  Because of my whole limiting carbs thing.  I can't take it anymore!  He also keeps telling me to get a job.  We'll be out running errands, and I'll point something out that I like, and he'll say to the girls, "Mom can get that when she gets a job."  We live on Guam, where Guamanians can't even find jobs, and where they are just now receiving tax refunds from 3 years ago.  I did not ask to move here.  Don't get me started on the job thing.  That's a whole other post.

Christmas is around the corner, and I don't know what presents to get for almost everyone.  Of course, my kids have lists a mile long, so I am almost done with their shopping.  However, I haven't even started shopping for anyone else.  I love the Christmas season, but I am having a teeny bit of trouble getting motivated this year.  The tree is up, and the house is mostly decorated.  The Elf on the Shelf finally made his appearance, and the outside lights are shining brightly.  The front porch looks like this, though:

Disheveled.  Can't get any kind of hanger to stick to the walls.  Maybe I'll just give up.  Not in my nature.  There's gotta be a way.  Oh, and the Christmas cards....yeah, those might be late because we haven't taken the pain in the butt perfect family picture yet.  I also don't have a lens for my camera because one broke on our cross country trip this past summer, and one of our precious new kitties broke the other.  I guess I'll be getting myself a new lens for Christmas.

On a positive note, I ran my first 5k in more than 10 years last Friday.  It felt good, and I am glad I did it, especially since I haven't really been running.  I also ran again yesterday with 3 great ladies who are motivating me to get out there and pound the pavement.  Oh, and our tennis team now has a name....the Boonie Babes!  Year-round tennis is delightful!

Yes, it was hot.  Yes, I was sweaty.  And even yesser, my face was beet red.

OK, if you actually made it this far, thank you for reading my rant.  Totally first world, totally shallow and totally stupid, I know.  Sometimes a girl just has to rant, though.  

Flashback Friday

I'm not flashing way back....just rewinding to last year at this time.  We were living in Rhode Island and experiencing the change of seasons.  There's not a lot of this happening on Guam, but I'm not complaining.  Happy Fall!

Manic Monday and Tidbit Tuesday....on a Thursday

I've been having trouble deciding what things I love the most lately, which is why I haven't written a Manic Monday post in a while.  I have trouble making decisions...go figure.  You may also be wondering what's been going on lately?  Well, maybe not, but here it goes.  Hmmmm, well, I  succumbed to an energy sapping (or is it zapping?) cold, and I had the privilege of going all ninja party planner and housecleaner in prep for hosting book club at my house (which was fabulous...so happy to be part of a book club again).  I actually got to play tennis twice this week because it wasn't raining, and I am happy to report that I am still manic about the sport.  It is such a great workout and so much fun.  It helps that I "play" with some awesome girlies.  Oh, and the A/C went out in my car, so I got that fixed, and all is now right with the world.  I am in the car driving kids all over this island on a daily basis, and we were all quite miserable.  Let's see...oh, Halloween!  The kids had fun trick-or-treating, and I am regretting the amounts of candy I eat everyday.  Same story, different year.  The hubs has been on a few trips and is currently on his way home from Japan, where he experienced a fairly sizable earthquake.  That about sums up the last week or so.  The kids had last Friday off, and they have tomorrow off as well.  I am thankful to not have to hear the beeping of my alarm in the morning.  OK, I am admitting this to the 3 people who may read this....I love the show Ghost Hunters, and I'll leave it at that (it's on right now).  I totally believe in ghosts.  I'm too ashamed to list it in my Manic Monday top 3, though.  Speaking of, here they are:

ROSS

This is not a store I frequent in the US because I prefer TJ Maxx or Marshall's, but I am at this place once a week here on Guam.  I feel like I'm getting a taste of my two favorite stores, and I always seem to find what I'm looking for there....well, me and the 500 Japanese tourists that stop in to shop there on their vacation.  Did I mention that K-Mart is a tourist stop here?  Anyhow, I love that we have this store here.  It makes me giddy.

LA TORTILLA FACTORY TORTILLAS

Being that I was born and raised in South Texas, I am not a stranger to savory homemade tortillas.  I never knew how bad pre-packaged tortillas could be until I moved to Florida.  I have tried to make my own tortillas in the past, but they just didn't turn out right.  Imagine my delight when I stumbled upon the La Tortilla Factory brand tortillas in the deli section at the commissary.  Oh.  My.  Goodness.  Thank you, Lord for bringing these into my life.  I have been trying to cut back on the carbs for a few months now, and these tortillas fit the bill.  I actually eat the corn tortillas.  The rest of my family eat the flour tortillas weekly on Taco Tuesday.  They are as good as the pre-packaged variety can be, especially the low-carb tortillas.  There are several "flavors" of corn tortillas...one of my faves is the chipotle.  Guammies, find them and try them.  You will not be disappointed.

MY BED

Yeah, this may seem downright silly to most of you, but I am always so freakin' happy to get in my bed each night.  There is nothing special about my mattress.  I don't have a Sleep Number, or whatever those things are called.  In fact, our mattress is almost 10 years old.  What makes my bed so comfy is the super soft sheets and cozy down comforter.  Who needs a down comforter in Guam?  We do, that's who.  We crank that A/C down at night and sleep like babies.  I love my bed, even more so after moving and being without it for months.  In fact, I'm going to get in it right now.  

Flashback Friday

I am totally stealing this Flashback Friday idea from other blogs.  Ladies that I have swiped from, please take it as a compliment.  Here ya go...my most favoritest Halloween picture of my girls:

This is Halloween of 2003 in Germany.  E was 6 months old, while A was 2.5 years old.  I thought it would be really cute to dress them as Jessie the Cowgirl and her little cow.  E wasn't really digging it.  She's looking at A like, "Don't mess with me, sistah!"  Aaah, the good ole days.  Some things haven't changed.

A was happy.....wasn't she cute?

E was tolerating it.  I have a picture of her crying in this get up in an album somewhere, but this was before I had an operable digital camera, so that would require more scanning (of which I do not have the patience for right now).

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Boonie Stompin'

Boonie stomping, aka hiking, is sort of like a rite of passage on Guam.  It's just one of those things you have to do, mainly because there's not much else to do, but more importantly because there is no better way to explore Guam's beauty.  So, I went on my first official boonie stomp last Thursday.  I joined a group of ladies at Ritidian Point, which is near Andersen AFB at the northern most tip of the island.  It was a beautiful Guam day, and we were given a very informative tour by a park ranger named Ms. Emily.  If you can get past all of the pictures to the end, you will read about the most interesting part of the day.

Ms. Emily

Our group

Here's a few shots from the beginning of our hike/tour...

Cool painted coconuts in the visitor's center

Dead brown tree snake

Here's the point...isn't it gorgeous?

Looking up through the trees of the jungle,
asking the Taotaomona permission to enter

Once on our hike, we saw some amazing caves and encountered an unexpected sight...well, two, actually, but I thought you probably wouldn't want to see a picture of a dead baby pig.

If you can see the holes in the limestone/coral--
those were used for grinding, like a pestle and mortar.

About to enter a cave

Always love seeing a boar skull

Stalagtites/Stalagmites...I don't know
the difference.
I'm sure my oldest daughter could tell me.

Huge toad

Cycad tree...I remember studying these in Botany.
They are prehistoric in nature.

Standing stone

More cave

Then we saw some ancient cave art and fossils, since this area used to be under water and part of a reef....

Handprint

Turtles

More turtles

Antlers

Fossils

More art

This was our reward:

 

  Ritidian Beach

So, the hike was beautiful, but I made a few mistakes beforehand.  First, I did not eat breakfast, but I quickly downed a Clif Bar on the 45 minute drive to the place.  Secondly, I did not have caffeine that morning.  I don't drink coffee, but I always have a Diet Coke (or 2 or 3).  I was out of DC that morning.  I had plenty of water, thanks to my new Camelback, but that apparently didn't matter.  I ended up with a killer headache towards the end of the hike, which quickly turned into a migraine. 

Well, as I rode in the backseat of a friend's car, with 3 other ladies aboard, I started to feel not quite right.  That's when the barforama happened with almost no warning.  Luckily, we were able to pull over before I spewed all over my new friend's car (she may not want to be my friend now).  I don't throw up.  I'll do anything to not throw up.  I hadn't vomited since 2003.  Check out my feelings regarding vomiting here.  Ladies that were in that car, I owe you all BIG.  These girls were so good about it and taking care of me.  If it were me in the spot next to me, I would have been throwing up, too.  Thank goodness for good and caring friends.  Needless to say, I came to terms with the fact that: 1) I am WAY too addicted to caffeine.  2) I have to eat brekkie (I already knew this, but it has to be something more substantial than a bar).  3)  I will never eat another Clif Bar.

Once I made it home, I spent the rest of the day in bed, thanks to the help of my husband and friends.  Please let my next boonie stomp be memorable for a reason other than me barfing. 

Hats Off!

As a military family, we've been a lot of places and seen a lot of different things.  We've experienced different cultures and people.  We've been fortunate enough to be assigned to squadrons or schools that are outside of my husband's normal job, so we've mingled with all walks of life and learned about the jobs that make the Air Force work and the planes fly.  I really think it makes you a better military spouse and active duty worker if you can see what other people do in the Air Force/other military branches.  Let's call it perspective.  We are also now being indoctrinated into the Navy.  This initially began in Rhode Island, but we had no idea it would lead to this.

I'm learning a lot about the US Navy, and the people I've met so far have been nothing but spectacular.  They've taken this AF family in and shown us how it's done on Guam.  The USN also has quadruple the amount of acronyms, many of which I don't think I will ever learn.  Anyhow, there is a particular group of people here that I am in awe of.  They are probably one of the most forgotten or overlooked groups in the military.  I know I'm used to being on AF bases, so we don't do ships, but I grew up in a Navy town.  My Dad was in the Navy for a while.  I've always been around the Navy, but it's usually been associated with boats/carriers and flying.  This group I'm referring to are the submariners.

I should say that I haven't met many submariners myself, but I have met their spouses.  These are some of the toughest broads in the history of ever.  The submarines are gone (underway is the correct term).  A lot.  They spend weeks without seeing the light of day.  The spouses of these crews are left to be single parents and wives.  A lot.  And they don't have as many means of communication as the normal land dwellers do.  They are remarkable people, and I am so happy to get the chance to know them and learn about their lives.  We often hear about the Army wives left behind, or the floats the sailors and marines go on for months on end, or the AF being sent somewhere to bomb or fight.  Have you ever heard much, if anything, about the submariners?  I certainly haven't, other than the occasional Hollywood production, which usually focuses on World War II battles, or the infamous Cold War (remember The Hunt for Red October?).  I'm sure that's like saying every fighter pilot is Maverick (Tom Cruise), living out the Top Gun persona.  I know they all wish the job was that glamourous.  We spouses know that it is definitely not.  So, my hat is off to the submarine wives and the men in their lives!  I will be a better person for having known them.

Manic Monday

Yes, yes, it's been a while.  It's not that I haven't been manic about anything.  I am happy to report that I have been muy busy UNPACKING!  Shut the front door, we received our household goods a little over a week ago, so I have been trying to get this house together.  It's coming along, and I have to say that we even have pictures on the walls.  That's a record for me.  OK, let the mania begin.

MY HOUSE

Alright, I mentioned before that our house is pretty awesome for a base house.  It's new and a good size, and it's in a great location.  The layout of the front room is kind of weird, but I will make it work somehow.  Here's the deal.  I've been with the hubs for the past 17 years, and we've lived in a variety of houses.  Some had no closets, some no dishwashers, a few without garbage disposals, one with a 2 burner stove and miniature kitchen sink, 2 with dorm size refrigerators, a few without garages, one with a rather useless power shower (this equals zero water pressure...dribble, dribble), a few with the washer and dryer in the kitchen, no air conditioning, horrible heating...and the list could go on.  This house is normal.  It has a dishwasher, garbage disposal, laundry room, master bath with a double vanity, great water pressure, lots of closets, ceramic tile, a fabulous AC, ceiling fans, an oven that gives you the option to bake with convection, pullouts in the kitchen cabinets, a double car garage with automatic openers, a screened-in porch (I admit that we don't really use this since we back up to a huge hill.  Some people close these off with the built in typhoon shutters and make it part of their living space), built in typhoon shutters, a built in humidifier, built in generator hook-up (cause the power does go out sometimes, and it would really suck during a major typhoon) and neighbors we love.  The only thing that's lacking is a pantry.  Believe it or not, I've always had a pantry, even in Europe.  Oh, wait, I didn't have one in Rhode Island.  Anyhow, it's not my dream home, but it's better than many of the other houses we've lived in.  I am definitely not complaining. 

This doesn't suck, either.

EBAY

I love ebay.  Mainly, I love shopping on ebay.  I've recently re-discovered this little morsel, and I've been able to purchase a shower curtain that Bed, Bath and Beyond would not ship to me (they don't ship to Guam, yet they don't hesitate to send you coupons in the mail) and a dress for the upcoming Navy Ball.  Yes, the dress is used, but it's in perfect condition and less than half the price of a new gown.  Happy!  I buy my girls used GK leotards for gymnastics on ebay, too.  Not all sellers will ship to Guam, but I have gotten lucky.

New shower curtain for girls' bathroom

TENNIS

Another re-discovery for me...the game of tennis.  I took lessons with two very dear friends about 3-4 years ago in Florida.  I hadn't picked up a racquet since then...until last week.  I signed up for lessons, and I had such a fun time (and a very sore forearm for several days).  It helps that I can laugh at myself with a new and super fabulous girlfriend.  Our next lesson is tomorrow, and this time I won't forget the sunscreen.  Remember how I said you can get sunburned walking to the mailbox here?  Well, try 2.5 hours in the sun on the equator without sunscreen.  You have yourself a rock lobstah, AKA me.

It's just like the Wii, right?

Happy Columbus Day, my friends!  My day is almost over, and I just experienced my very first earthquake!  A magnitude of 4.6, about 38 miles south of us.  We were definitely rockin', for a few seconds at least.

It Was Only Just a Dream

I had a dream last night.  Scratch dream.  It was more like a nightmare.  I'm not sure what my conscience was trying to tell me with this one.  In this particular nightmare, we received orders. For you non-military types out there, orders are the documents that state where we're moving, when we have to be there, etc.  I've been in Guam all of 2.5 months, don't have my household goods yet, and I like it here.  Some people I know hate Guam and are ready to leave, but I happen to like it here and would like to be here at least 2 years.  I'm looking to the future...the longer we stay here, the less we have to move.

Anyhow, are you wondering what the destination of these orders was?  This is the strange part....ever heard of Vladivostok, Russia, cause that's where my dream nightmare says we are going?  Why Siberia?  I can sometimes make sense of my dreams, but this one has me baffled.  Where the hell did Vladivostok come from?  I think I remember seeing weather reports for this place on AFN (American Forces Network) when we lived in Germany and England, but does the US even have any type of military presence there?  Maybe I watched too many episodes of Ice Road Truckers a few days ago?  I'm so confused.  And worried.  And downright mad at a stupid dream.  How silly is that?  So, if we get orders to Russia at any point, I will consider myself psychic and start charging for my services.  Until then, please pray that that never happens.

I had a dream.

The Wednesday Woo Hoo! No Whine This Time!

Whaddya know, I don't have anything to whine about this Wednesday!  Well, I could whine about the fact that I haven't worked out in three days, but I have nobody to blame but myself for that failure.  Instead of whining, I am rejoicing!  Yes, rejoicing because yesterday I bought tickets for the whole family to go see this:

Can't wait!  Like I said, not a lot happens around these parts, so this little bit of entertainment is providing me lots of happiness this weekend!  I know my kids will love it, too.  Mark will probably want to hang himself, but he'll just have to suck it up and take one for the team.  Lots of woo hooing goin' on around here!

Manic Monday

As I sit here with yet another maintenance man in my house, I have even more time to ponder the things in my life which I am so happy and thankful to have.  Happy Monday, y'all!

THE CROCK POT

The crock pot and I have become good buddies.  It is an absolute Godsend on those crazy days when we have activities until 7:00 PM.  I love that I can just throw all kinds of goodies in it in the morning, and an edible and delicious meal appears in the evening.  It's like magic!  Ta-Da!  Love, love, love it!  And, now we have the Crock Pot Girls on Facebook (or www.crockpotgirls.com), so I am getting all kinds of new and great recipes.  I tried this one (Beef Stroganoff with Cream Cheese) last week.  It is not exactly low fat/low calorie, but I did use reduced-fat cream cheese.  Everyone loved it (and that includes the kids, which is huge).  I even bought myself a new crock pot last week.  I had been using one that Mark bought before he met me, so it was at least 17 years old.  It works fine, and I am keeping it on hand, just in case I need it for a chili cook-off or some other event.

DOWNY WRINKLE RELEASER

This stuff saves my bacon on a daily basis.  If you hate ironing and haven't tried this, I am highly encouraging you to do so.  It may be terrible for the environment or cause animals to have two headed babies, but I don't care.  I am only concerned about my children getting out the door looking only slightly disheveled each morning.  Seriously, though, I do love this stuff.  I often use it as I am taking clothes out of the dryer, especially uniform bottoms.  It keeps me from having to break out the ironing board.  I am a terrible housewife.  

WASABI AND SOY SAUCE ALMONDS

These are my newest go-to snack.  I  ♥ them.  A lot.  Thank you to my good friend, Jody, for introducing them to me.  Tasty and good for you...the perfect treat!  Of course, if you don't like a little zing on the taste buds, then you won't like these.  Give 'em a try and see.  I think I should get paid for this free advertising.

Hafa Adai and Happy Monday!

Happy Birthday to the USAF!

Happy 64th Birthday to the United States Air Force!  Andersen AFB hosted the Air Force Ball over a week ago to celebrate the occasion.  My mandsome and I had a good time, even though we didn't really know anyone there.  We had fun getting to know the people at our table and people watching, and the Governor of Guam and his wife were there.  Oh, and I even won a door prize!  I never win anything!  So happy!  Raising my glass "To the Air Force!" (especially since I'm living in a Navy world these days).

Off we go into the wild blue yonder,
Climbing high into the sun;
Here they come zooming to meet our thunder,
At 'em boys, Give 'er the gun! (Give 'er the gun!)*
Down we dive, spouting our flame from under,
Off with one helluva roar!**
We live in fame or go down in flame. Hey!***
Nothing'll stop the U.S. Air Force

The happy couple

Look what I won!

Don't those look like devil horns?

It's the Little Things

I'm so excited!  Tonight is Girls' Night Out (GNO)!  I haven't had one of those in a very long time.  Yes, I did go to Vegas to visit some of my very best friends back in July before we moved here, but that doesn't count, really.  That was more of a "Lori's Zone Out and Have Fun Without the Kids" couple of days.  I miss my Vegas girls so much (see below)!  Anyhow, it's the little things that make life enjoyable, and this little night out is heavenly for me.  I get to meet some new ladies, eat at a yummy local restaurant and see The Help.....I know, I'm way behind, but I'm in Guam.  Cut me some slack.  Viva GNO!

I LOVE these ladies!

Yes Ma'am, You Old Hag!--The Wednesday Whine

I've been a lot of things in my life:  student, dancer, sister, flute-player, cheerleader, athlete, wife, mother, friend, daughter, waitress, trainer, instructor, independent business owner, volunteer...the list could go on. We've all been many things to many people.  As a military wife, I am something that no civilian will ever be....a dependent.  This is a label we "dependents" are forced to wear, and I've never really had an issue with it.  It's just the way it is.  I've never in my life been so blaringly this, though...a Ma'am.  Wha?

Yes, ma'am.  No, ma'am.  Thank you, ma'am.  I hear these words a lot.  Not from my own kids or other children, but from normal, sane adults.  And it happens to occur anytime I show my military ID at any base location.  So, I have been introduced to the life of the wife of a "high" ranking officer, and I am not sure what to think.  See, there aren't a ton of officers of my husband's rank around here, so I can kind of understand the treatment.  However, I am not my husband.  While I appreciate the kindness and respect, I also don't want to be treated a certain way because of my husband's rank.  It is embarrassing, for lack of a better description.  I've never been one to "wear" my husband's rank.  Am I not my own person?

I didn't give much thought to the "Twilight Zone" I've been living in until last week.  I mentioned my love of the library in my Manic Monday post.  I struck up a conversation with the woman working at the library, and I asked if she needed volunteers.  "Oh, yes, that would be great.  We are short staffed right now," she replied.  She then looked at my library card and said, "But, you are the wife of a high ranking officer, so I can't really put you to work.  How about you come read at the upcoming Halloween party, and then I can present you with a certificate?"  My jaw almost hit the floor.  What do you say to that?  I am offering my services.  I actually want to help.  I don't want a certificate.  I don't want to be recognized.  I just want to enjoy the library.  I really just want to fill my time and meet a few new people.  I gave her my number, and I told her pretty much all of the above, along with, "I am not my husband, and I don't care about rank."

I'm sure my thoughts on this matter may not fly well with certain people.  The thing is, I am ME.  This kind of thing comes with the territory when living overseas and relying on the base for so many things.  I still want to be me, though.  You've heard the term "Rank has its privileges?"  Well, I am here to tell you that that is one convoluted statement.  Don't get me wrong, I am not complaining about our life.  I'm proud of my husband and our military.  I like most of the perks.  The others, well...let's just say they can make for a lonely existence.   All I want is to volunteer in the library.  I never expected to have to beg to do so.  And I don't like being called ma'am by an adult.  It's like a nice word for "old hag."  Thank you, you old hag.  That's what they're really thinking, right?  :)

Going Insane!

Here's an update for you.  I did my first Insanity© workout yesterday.  I was formally introduced to Shaun T.  Dude, why did you have to be so mean?  We just met.  Totally inexcusable.  And all of you super fit worker-outers behind Mr. T.....I don't think we can be friends.  Yes, I cheer when you have to stop, too.  That's my favorite part of the workout.  I'll be attempting Day 2 today.  That is, after the Motrin kicks in.  Hee Haw!  Wish me luck.

Manic Monday

Hello, it's Monday again!  I am thankful to be experiencing another one, especially since I woke up to the sun shining.  I had a few experiences last week that influenced my selections for this post, so here are my top three LOVES for the week:

THE LIBRARY

If you don't already know this about me...I really like to read.  It's probably my favorite thing to do.  I began to really utilize the public library last year in Rhode Island.  I used to take my kids to the library in Florida, but instead of looking for the books I wanted to read there, I always thought it was easier to just buy them (and most of the time the books I wanted weren't available when I wanted them).  Our little library in Jamestown was fabulous!  They usually had the books I wanted, and you could check out movies for free!  They usually had new releases, too.  I've started visiting the library on base here, and that little place is a treasure trove.  A few days ago, I found the book I was looking for, which I had almost downloaded to my Kindle, saving myself $15.  I also checked out a few travel books, which will come in handy for planning our first trip off island.  I love it there so much that I asked to volunteer.  I have seriously been considering getting my graduate degree in library science.  Can you tell that I really love the library?

ONLINE SHOPPING

Living overseas makes finding some of the things you are used to buying a teeny bit more difficult.  I had my first "I can't find this" moment a few weeks ago when I couldn't find sun-dried tomatoes and buttermilk at the commissary.  No biggie, really.  I eventually found the buttermilk.  But, I had an even bigger moment last week (and started having flashbacks of living in England) when I couldn't find: 

1)  Any type of shorts/bottoms for the school uniform 

2)  Running shoes I liked in my size 

3)  Silver shoes/strappy sandals, etc. for the Air Force Ball (already had a pair, but was looking for something new)  

So, I ended up ordering shorts, and I'll probably order the running shoes, too.  Let me just say that I LOVE endless.com.  Anyhow, it really isn't too bad.  A lot of people here complain about not having Target, Wal-Mart, etc. Don't get me wrong, I do miss Tarjay, but I am not going to let it ruin my Guamanian experience.  I am going to really date myself here, but about 14 years ago when we were stationed in England, there was no online shopping.  If you wanted to order something, you had to call and order on the phone.  The internet was still a "new" thing, and not many places shipped to APO addresses.  We thought we'd hit the motherload when we visited the BX at Ramstein AB, Germany.  Aaahhh, it was our mecca!  I found when we moved to Germany a few years later that the availability of online shopping was a ton better, and many places had started shipping overseas.  Here, I haven't had much of a problem having stuff shipped to my house (we have a regular physical address, not an APO), and I really cannot complain about it.  There are still a few online stores that need to get with the times, but I have been pleasantly surprised.  Plus, sometimes I can't get out to shop, or I plain ole' don't want to drive around to a million stores looking for one item.  

CLIF KIDZ ORGANIC ZBARS

Yes, my kids think these rock, but that's not why I am am a freak about them.  I think they are pretty darned awesome myself, and my kids get peed-off when they realize that Mommy ate the last one.  They are smaller and lower in fat and calories than a regular Clif Bar, and they make the perfect snack, especially when you're out and about.  Add this to the short list of things I can't find on Guam.  I miss them and love them enough that I will either: 

1)  Order them online (did I mention that I heart online shopping?) or 

2)  Have my Mommy mail me some.  

It's just another Manic Monday, friends!  My Monday is halfway over....I hope your Monday is fabulous, wherever you may be!

The Wednesday Whine

Do you ever just need to vent?  Really, who doesn't?  Sometimes craptastic things happen, and I need to complain about them.  Having a nervous breakdown is not an option at this point, so I'd rather let it all out than suddenly become catatonic.  Anyhow, I am going to just put this out there...I am not an overly-optimistic person.  My husband says I am a pessimist, and I don't think this is exactly true, either.  I like to say that I am a realist.  I feel as if I need to be prepared for the worst, just in case.  It's not that I'm not a positive person.  Does that make sense?  I can certainly be your biggest cheerleader.  I am definitely not a Pollyanna, though, and sometimes I get annoyed by the people who live in LaLa Land.  I know this is my problem and an internal flaw, but I'm just being truthful here.

Thus, I am initiating a weekly post called The Wednesday Whine.  This is the one day each week when I'll vent about what's bugging me or complain about some silly thing that is out of my control.  If I'm lucky, maybe I'll only post once per month (see, I can be optimistic).  

OK, here goes the rant....Why can't people do their jobs?  Seriously.  Why must they have to be poked and prodded to do what they are being paid to do?  I am completely underwhelmed by the performance of the military moving office (JPPSO in militarese).  First off, I've mentioned before that we lived in a furnished house in Rhode Island for the year we were there.  This is common in the Newport area because many of the homes are vacation homes.  It's sometimes hard to find a house there that isn't furnished.  Anyhow, this meant we had to put the majority of our household goods in storage when we left Florida.  We had no clue we'd be going overseas after the RI stint, and it caused us a major headache in the moving process.  Basically, we had to look at our storage inventory sheets and line-item select each box or piece of furniture we wanted delivered to Guam.  We had 11 inventory sheets, and you military folks know how detailed those sheets are.  Ha!  It was difficult, but we did what we were required to do.  We sent in the paperwork at the beginning of June.  We called and followed up, and we were told it would be shipped at the end of June.  Fast forward to the beginning of August.  Do you think it was shipped?  If you said yes, then you are sadly mistaken.  Our "stuff" was shipped on the initial delivery date...ya know, the date our "stuff" would have arrived had it been shipped in June like it was supposed to have been.

It took my husband many hours of heated discussions in the middle of the night (the time difference causes probs, not to mention the fact that the JPPSO office closes at an unGodly early hour) and a talk with the commander to get anything accomplished.  Somebody dropped the ball, and nobody followed up with our case or took responsibility for it.  Our stuff is now scheduled to arrive at the end of September.  And Lord knows what will actually be dropped on our doorstep.  

What annoys me is that we did what we were required to do, on time and efficiently.  I can live without my stuff a bit longer, that's not really the issue.  We, as military members, have to follow such a strict check-list when moving, especially to an overseas location.  We are expected to adhere to each and every requirement in a timely manner.  Is it too much to ask to expect the same service in return?  Should we have to repeatedly call and poke, poke, poke?  Really, just do your job, be responsible, and quit passing mistakes on to the next person.  And, please, don't lie to me and tell me what I want to hear, just so you won't have to exert yourself and actually deal with my case.  It only makes the situation worse at the end of the day.

And that, my friends, is the whine for this Wednesday, typed with a smile on my face and joy in my heart.  

Keep Pushing Play

"Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result."  ~Albert Einstein

I've been doing P90X off and on now for a few months.  I tried my best to sort of follow the diet, mainly cutting back on carbs.  Whadya know, it works.  I kid you not.  I think of how much better I could look, though,  if I did the "real" exercises, like actual pull-ups instead of using bands or the manly non-on-the-knees version of push ups instead of sissy girly  knee using ones.  There's still no way I can pull or push my cheesy a** up more than a handful of times, much less over and over for an hour.  The bands and knees work just fine, thank you very much.  Also, if I "brought it" like I'm supposed to, could I have Dreya Weber's body?  

Fit as a fiddle

Ya know, the one who is "gorgeous" and "flies through the air with the greatest of ease" (Dreya is a chic on the P90X video that we love to hate, and those are direct quotes from Tony Horton)?  I'm sure it's possible.  The program works.  The only problem is.....I'm starting to get bored with it.  Really bored.  I found the perfect remedy for my situation, though, and it's a lovely little thing called Insanity.  Yep, I ordered the DVDs today.  Am I a masochist for actually being excited about receiving it?  I am seriously giddy about it.  I can't wait to meet Shaun T.!  I must really be losing my mind.  It is called Insanity.  So excited!

Manic Monday

There are so many things I am totally loving right now.  In the day to day grind, I often fail to recognize that there are lots of wonderful things that I enjoy on a regular basis.  It's not that I can't live without these items/people/thoughts.  They just enhance my life and make me happy.  In celebration of my obsessions love affairs, I am going to start each week with a Manic Monday post.  To keep it short and sweet, I'll only list three items.  Hooray for starting off the week on a positive note!  Get ready to be dazzled...HA!

#1:  AVOCADOS

I could seriously eat avocado on just about anything.  Why isn't it a condiment?  That's what it's become to me.  I put it in my egg white omelet for brekkie.  I lather it on my turkey sandwich at lunch, or I may just mix it with a can of tuna and salsa.  Yummo!  I put it in the salad at dinner.  Those are just a few examples of my avocado uses.  If you think you don't like avocado, GIVE IT A CHANCE!  It really is good for you.  Here's some great info on the avocado fruit:

The avocado, popularly called pear, has its roots in Central and South America and Mexico. 

The avocado tree grows generally to twenty meters. The tree can bear hundreds of fruits.

Fruits vary in size and shape, round, oval, pear-shaped and vary in shades of green or purple.

Avocado has a high protein content and is 5 to 25 percent fat.

'Pear season' is normally August to December.

Back in the nineteenth century, avocado was spread on bread in the space of butter; hence it was known as 'Midshipman's Butter' or 'Subaltern's Butter'.

#2  SCHOOL UNIFORMS

Thank you, Lord, for the school uniform.  We are no longer scrounging each morning to find perfect outfits, complete with matching hair accessories, shoes, etc.  Life is made just a tad easier when the only choices are khaki or navy bottoms and a white/navy/black polo shirt.  Here's to making my mornings much less stressful.

#3  SUNNY DAYS

It rains on Guam.  It. Rains. A. Lot.  I don't really mind the rain because it's not freezing cold with pelting ice, but it does make me appreciate the rain-free days when the sun is shining and a cool breeze is blowing.  The kids can play outside, I can go walking or running and the umbrella doesn't have to  make its all-too-regular appearance.  Sunny days make me happy, happy, happy!

Hope your Monday is sunny!