Thursday, September 30, 2010

I think I'm going to start a business..

Ive been talking to family and close friends for weeks now on my business ideas and can not wait to get started. I can't wait to get decent pictures of my items to get them on my website. Then I can post the site for all to see. It will be awesome to get some feed back and possibly sell stuff right away. My mom should really be the one making a business and as I'm coming up with the ideas I question why she never did. Who is going to buy my stuff? I'm sure you're all going "Meridith we have no idea what you are making I can not answer that question." But you could just pretend and say " Of course I will support you and help you get on your feet."

It is rainy and I ran out of all fabric to make anything out of. I'm in need of some batting as well. But taking these kiddos out in the rain is like an hour long process that just spells out disaster. We ran out of diapers this morning, so off to the commissary we went, ON pay day! Who does that? The whole base population gets paid on the same day therefore it is by far the worst day to go anywhere. I pulled into the parking lot and thought it was busy because of the rain. After I got home I realized it was pay day. Why on earth do people shop on pay day? Don't they realize whether they get paid or not they're still spending the same amount of money. That has never made sense to me.

I don't have much to say today its gloomy and I just want my husband to come home and cuddle up to watch Greys Anatomy with me.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010


I never craved strange things when I was pregnant but when I am not pregnant is when I eat weird things. Lately I have wanted to eat steaks and baked potatoes over and over. All I ever want is a nice thick still mooing at me steak with a potato loaded with sour cream. I eat a baked potato every day and that is not an exaggeration. I do not crave the potato I crave the sour cream. Why I don't just make a dip out of it, I don't know. I buy a pound, yep I said it a pound of sour cream EACH week. It's disgusting. Who on earth can really consume that much sour cream in a week, this girl. My husband does not like sour cream so I know its me. I believe he is tired of eating steak and potatoes. But is a good sport and just keeps eating it.

This morning I woke up and not 10 minutes later I wanted a blueberry muffin. I pulled out my phone and searched for a recipe that I thought would be good. Of course I landed on a Martha Stewart recipe. The only thing I did not have was blueberries. {Little did I know I had a bag of frozen ones in the freezer.} So I whipped up the most amazing blueberry muffins. Kylie has always loved blueberries and enjoyed 2 entire muffins. I stuck to just 1.
That is a sugar topping!

Makes 1 dozen

1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, room temperature, plus more for pan
2 cups all-purpose flour, plus more for pan
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 cups fresh blueberries
1 1/4 cups sugar
2 large eggs
2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
1/2 cup milk
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg

Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Generously butter a standard 12-cup muffin pan and dust with flour, tapping out excess; set aside. In a medium bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, and salt. Working over the bowl, toss blueberries in a fine sieve with about 1 1/2 teaspoons flour mixture to lightly coat; set aside the flour mixture and the blueberries.

In the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, or using a handheld mixer, beat butter and 1 cup sugar on medium-high speed until light and fluffy, about 3 minutes. Add eggs, one at a time, beating until combined. Mix in vanilla.

With the mixer on low speed, add reserved flour mixture, beating until just combined. Add milk, beating until just combined. Do not over mix. Using a rubber spatula, fold in the blueberries. Divide batter evenly among the prepared muffin cups. If desired, in a small bowl, mix together remaining 1/4 cup sugar and nutmeg. Sprinkle sugar mixture on top of muffin batter.

Bake, rotating pan halfway though, until muffins are golden brown and a cake tester inserted in the center of one muffin comes out clean, about 30 minutes. Transfer pan to a wire rack to cool 10 minutes. Turn muffins on their sides in their cups, and let cool. Serve warm or at room temperature.

It was quick easy and delicious! Now after talking about potatoes I will be making one for lunch!

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

It was a TuTu of a Success

I have spent many hours at the fabric store since I received my sewing machine. I go at night when Ryan can have the girls. If you could only imagine my two little monsters in a store such as that. I park in the exact same spot every time and get there around 7:45. Never fails that the parking spot is free. The same lady cuts my fabric every time. I'm beginning to feel like a regular in the world of sewing.

I tried a tutu for the second time. SUCCESS! I finally accomplished. Kylie helped, even though it was after her bed time, and was more than excited to bring it up to her room. She put it on first thing this morning and I found her a Halloween shirt to match. It's a funny feeling to feel so accomplished like you actually did something. Now I realize it was a tutu I shouldn't be getting that excited but I am. I will make one for Delainey tonight. Any of you Mamma's want a Halloween tutu for your munchkins? I'll gladly whip one up for you.
Picture isn't very good, but it will do.

My computer is failing on me hopefully I can slip this later.

I can't wait to reveal what I have been making and working so hard on. Soon very soon people you will see. :) I like the anticipation I can give you all. My husband has all the hopes in the world for me to go big with all these idea I have. And I hope he is right. Now back to creating master pieces!

Monday, September 27, 2010

"Friends", They Come They go but Friends are Forever

It's funny how fast you can stop talking to the people you call your "friend". I know hundreds of people, people I went to school with, worked with, or just met at a party. But out of those hundreds on my facebook page a select few I can count on. I've known the same crowd of people for years.

The people you call your "friends" are the ones who show up to a get together here and there, who only text or call when they have nothing better to do, or who try to sell you something for the price they would sell a stranger. The people that get mad at you for stating your opinion then never discussing the argument just pretending as if it never happen.You know the ones who can't stand being around your 3 year old because she wants their attention.

They are gonna kill me...
These are the people you want in your life's. The ones who can sit at your house doing absolutely nothing and not care. The friends that just come over to see you even if you have no plans or nothing to do. You make a boring day of packing into a fashion show of you dads random items in the closet. These two girls I would be so lost without. We are thousands of miles apart but they are who keep me sain. I could not talk to them for a week but I know they still love me. I know they will be there when I need them. We can get in an argument or even beat the crap out of each other but that will never change how we feel about each other.

Ok this is them on a normal day, they clean up nicely dont they?

It's crazy how horrible some people can be. People who think its okay to scam others out of money just because they don't know better. {Selling something for almost as much as you payed for it} In my eyes I will always help people, stranger or not. If I do not need an item I will give it to someone. My life does not revolve around money and I have learned in the past years I can not stand people whose do. Yes, I love nice things and I am quite fond of alot of them BUT I can live without. We don't not have all the money in the world right now and we do not freak out. I find it stupid to freak out and not live life as usual. You can not save more money by stressing out and reminding your self you are broke. Or the people who can only talk when it has to do with them. They start talking, spill their guts about what is wrong in their lives but the second you mention something in your life, "Well I have to go. Talk to you later." I get that a lot from quite a few people. Its like I'm just here to vent to, that's it. And not to mention it's normally the people who have nothing real wrong in their life.

How many of you have all these people who use to be there for you but you now realize they never really were it was all an act? Moving has really showed me who my real friends are. I talk to Danielle, Kelly, and Lacy regularly, well besides my family. They are who I want to move home for. Not saying the other people there are not liked, those are just the ones who show their commitment to our friendship. Some people I never expected to hear alot from have really showed me they care and love to hear about my life. {Miss Dana Lempp} I've made a great friend who we call Mo. They always say military wives stick together and can become your best friend and she has proved it. She has made my life in CA all the more bearable.

Life is short. Do not fret on the small things and better yet the small people who do not matter in your life. :)

Saturday, September 25, 2010


Operation Security-OPSEC- In easy terms to understand here is a site that will describe it to all of you who have no idea what I'm talking about.

In general OPSEC is for the safety of our military men, eek and women, so people do not know when and where units will be arriving in different countries so on and so forth. On all of Ryan's deployments so far the date to leave and come home changes ALL the time. We made up a code because he could not tell me the date right over the phone. We played "battleships". He would simply say J 16. And I would know he was said to be home January 16th! It worked wonders.

I never once thought twice about saying when Ryan was gone training or could care less who knew he was not home. I recently came across an article of a Navy Wife who had posted on Twitter, Facebook and Myspace that her husband was deployed. She was later murdered and the police believe the killer did it knowing she would be alone. Since that day I have tried to be more cautious of the things I post the amount of times I say I am alone. I realize I am on base and much safer but it still makes sense to not let the entire world know I am alone. So if you ask when Ryan is gone or why I'm alone I may possibly delete the post after the conversation is over. Do not get offended it is for mine and the girls safety. And to all other military wives, take off your "half my heart is in _____" stickers off your car. People will follow you because of that sticker alone to see if you are alone. The yellow ribbons on your trees, same thing. You'd think we would get more respect for being alone but we are targets. Targets for the disgusting men out there who want nothing more than to find the perfect victim to rape and murder.

Now I still agree it does not matter who knows that my husband is in the field for the week. I don't think a terrorist could really care that his unit was playing in a dang field

So for future reference, I will be going insane for the next few months because of my husbands schedule and the insanity of the constant coming and going.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Base Living is the Place to Be

So far I have no real complaints about living on base. We have a much larger house, with great storage closets and more! I will hopefully be able to post some pictures soon once we get pictures on the walls and such.

The commissary is great to shop at. Everything is cheap and you can get anything you need there. Not to mention they have a car on their shopping cart, which obviously is all the rage in a 3 year olds eyes. {Might I mention that thing is a pain in the rear end to steer} Only problem we have come up with about the commissary is you can not purchase beer there which can become an inconvenience for my husband. In California you can purchase liquor at grocery stores so we got very use to that. Luckily there is a liquor store right across the street from the commissary.

Our furniture is FINALLY not smothered and covered in dust. It's a great feeling to not have constant head aches from allergies. We have carpet. Some hate carpet, I'm in love. Ive become obsessed with vacuuming, I like to be able to see the vacuum lines on my carpet. Yep, I'm strange. Our closet is finally not itsy bitsy and you can actually see all of my clothes at one time. {Our old one was 3 huge sliding mirrors, my stuff took up 3/4s of it}The furniture in our bedroom can finally be displayed as it should not squished in a corner up against a sliding door. :) Kylie has space to actually play in her room. And there is room for all her toys. Delainey's room is finally big enough to fit more than her dresser and crib in it. My poor visitors who got squished in her old room. There was room for our extra bed and that's about it. They had to squeeze their suit case at the end of the bed. I can fit my car in the garage WITH all of our paraphernalia in it. My stroller can stay unfolded for easy use to walk.
This is our HUGE kitchen that I do not know how to fill!

My complaints for base living: The shooting. They shoot things all day long some times. Who knows what the heck they are shooting but its loud and shakes my entire house. The first night I heard it it sounded like foot steps and I was alone and freaking out. By now I have gotten use to it but it has been over a day that they have been shooting. What can possibly make that much noise? I realize this is the stuff my husband does on a day by day basis but can you take it farther away from my house please? It wakes up my baby from her nap.

The speed limits! Who on earth can honestly go 15 mph?! That's absurd. My car has not seen that speed unless parking. I may be a little bit of a speeder but my lordy it is so hard to not speed on base knowing how horrible the MP's {military police} are. One day I was running to the store real quick, got a police escort to park my husbands car. They pulled me over because his tint was too dark and his tail lights are blacked out.  The look on this poor cops face when I put down that window and he realized I was in fact not a male. He told me I could only get pulled over so many times but then what? My husband cant go to work? Okay pull me over again please.

 He said "Ma'am you will get fined for this out in town if you don't get your husband to fix this problem." Me, "Ok, I'm sure we will just pay the fine"  "You don't want to be wasting all your money on silly fines do you?"
" It's not my money its my husbands and I'm pretty sure he likes his car to look this way. " " Its your money too isn't it, don't you spend it?" " I spend it well but he earns it not me so its his money."

Poor man was so shocked I did not claim my husbands money. Needless to say we have not changed his car, but I do refuse to drive it on base.

My final complaint, no starbucks on base! I realize they do not support our troops so that is the reason but sheesh I would love it to be more convenient to have a latte!

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Can I really do this?

After so much anticipation my sewing machine finally arrived. I was like a little girl on Christmas morning waiting for this little beauty. It's also an embroidery machine, so our names will be on everything shortly. The touch screen menu has all these help tabs. It will give you step by step video directions how to put thread on your bobbin. I have not sewn in years but have all these ideas running around in my head made me want a machine more than anything. I will not share my ideas because I love a good surprise.

My first master piece was quite the fail, so much a fail I cant even photograph to show you. One hint, when you think you should do something one way DO IT. Do not listen to your husband. I am in no way being mean but he is a Marine for a reason. He did not pick a seamstress as his job. He loves to help and I love him for that. But if you look at all his gear, its "fixed" with duct tape! But I will say that I tried a tutu. I was so unaware of the fact that it would scrunch up as much as it did. I however did not get discouraged. Its been years, I can keep trying and will succeed at some point.

I'm currently struggling to understand the directions on the pattern I got. Its telling me to do things that I have no idea what its talking about. My poor mother, she will get phone call after phone call of questions on how to sew and what I should do. As if she already doesn't get enough phone calls for cooking advice! This next thing I am for lack of a better word attempting, will be for a fellow Marine girl. I hope it turns out good enough to send to her.

Well back to staring at my directions! Hoping Delainey naps so I can get stuff done! :)

Saturday, September 18, 2010

To: My Husband

I often take my amazing husband for granite. I do not give him enough credit for the long hours he puts in and the things he does for his family. He gets up in the wee hours of the morning to feed Delainey, then gets ready for work in the dark. {First time in a while his shirt was on inside out yesterday}We have had many ups and downs in the 5 1/2 years we have been together but I am very happy to state that we still love each other the same as we did the first day we met.

In a month it will mark the 4 years Ryan has been in the Marine Corps. He now gets a service stripe on his blues, and I am so proud of where he has come. He strives every day to be the best Marine he can. My husband is an underground motard and deep down inside loves every bit of getting yelled at, kicked, hit or whatever else his job brings at him. He looks forward to deployments and hopes to see "action" while away.

Our little girls have him wrapped around his finger more than any little girls I've ever seen. In Ryan's first 3 years in he was deployed more than he was home. This past year is the longest Kylie has been with her daddy since she was born. He has also been home for almost Delainey's entire first year.  They both love jumping on and playing with him. Ryan and Kylie wear Panthers jerseys on football Sundays and do matching touch down dances.  -Obviously not alot since we are talking about the Panthers here.

"One of the best feelings in the world is when I come home and my baby girl screams Daddy"
Ryan gets up every Saturday morning with the girls so I can get the chance to sleep in. He does this knowing that even if I promise to get up the next morning that I will most likely smack him and make him get up. He has been more than patient with my migraines that I have day by day. Ryan understands that I don't always feel like cooking a real dinner. And thankfully understands that I am still learning to cook. He calls me beautiful and tells me I look good even when I can not fit into the jeans I did before Delainey. I flick,pinch. hit and kick him and he still tries to kiss me. There are mot many mornings he forgets to kiss me good bye. I'm known to spend most of our extra money on my dirty obsessions and addictions at the Coach store. He would never yell or be mad at me for doing so.

Dear Husband,
You are amazing and I thank you for the things you
do for me and the girls daily.
Without you we would be lost and I thank God not
only for giving you to me but for helping
us stay together through all the things our life has
thrown at us.
I love you.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Doctor VS Mother knows best

In my 3 1/2 years of mother hood I have now only been to the ER once and it was not a real "emergency". I am my mothers child and do not really believe in all the shots and medicines they have. Mind you I am not as bad as her, I take Tylenol and Excedrin daily. But I think we have done well as parents to keep our girls healthy.
Tuesday, Delainey woke up from her nap and had a 103 temperature. She went to sleep perfectly normal and fine, not to mention in her 10 months of life she has never been sick.  So yes I panicked. I raced to find Tylenol and Motrin, called her doctor in Temecula. They were full for the day, called a friend for the Pediatrician on base. It was 3pm and the Navel Hospital said I could just bring her to the ER. Her fever got down to 100 by the time the nurse checked her. We sat patiently with our then happy baby because the Tylenol set in. {Keep in mind when I was younger I had seize rs because of a spiked fever and Kylie had done something similar a year or 2 ago. Fevers terrify me for this reason}Going in I knew she would be fine and it was an ear infection.

After the long 4 1/2 hours the doctor could care less what we said or what was wrong with her. She simply looked at her ears, acted as if we had no idea what we were doing and shouldn't be in there. We were asked to take her onsie off which was fine but we were then scolded for wrapping her in a blanket.

" When your kid has a fever don't wrap them in things, just keep blankets far away so you don't get tempted."

Ok so shocking her with the cold after taking off her clothes is okay? NO. The doctor also told me a fever should spike up that high in less than an hour. Am I the crazy one thinking she is wrong?? An infant to have a fever that high is not NORMAL! I understand that she is an ER doctor and our problem was not an emergency, but pretend to care. Pretend as if you give a damn that my daughter spiked that high of a fever. Luckily she prescribed her amoxicillion and we could get it filled and be on our way. My one trip to the ER has me deciding they should have a section for kids. All moms know best for their kid. All they had to do was look at her ears and know I was right. That could of saved hours off our visit!

Thank goodness we had Mo and Jay watch Kylie. I could not imagine having her there the whole time. Delainey is now on a no sleep binge. She skips every nap, every day. I'm going on 4 days of no shower. I always shower during her naps but without the nap, there is no shower. She has also learned how to escape from her swing so I cant even put her there and shower quickly without her climbing out and getting hurt. I promise you all I will hop in the shower the second Ryan gets home today!
This is why I do not leave my kids alone!

Monday, September 13, 2010

Ohhh blogggg I have missed you!

It has been far too long since I have blogged. Not even sure what I have to talk about. We moved about a month ago on base. Love love love it so far. Its a great change for the whole family. Kylie is able to have more kids to play with, and I am able to also have more friends to hang out with. Our good friends the Carroll's also moved on base and it works perfectly.

Moving is crazy, especially when it is only 45 minutes from your old house. You start out being organized and packing things neatly and in some sort of order. Then it gets to the point where you just throw things in boxes. I found a box that had holiday decorations, towels, and kitchen stuff. I have most of the house completely unpacked, then you have my husbands random box of stuff that he has no idea what to do with. It will sit in our room for a while I'm sure. My oldest, Kylie, has 2 huge boxes of toys I have no idea what to do with as well. Other than that it is time to start hanging things on the walls!
10 Wood Frames in a Box Set, Black
I want one of these!

I am finally attending a Marine ball! This will be my husbands 4th ball in the Marines, first two years he was deployed and the third I was 9 months pregnant. I have a dress a friend will be sending me and I can not wait to try it on. So now I am left to figure out what shoes I should wear and how to do my hair! Up, down, to the side, curled, or straight??? Far too many things to question.