MilSpouse Friday Fill-In

I know I've been slacking a bit lately, but I have finally found the enthusiasm to participate in another MilSpouse Friday Fill-In! I think it's the hope of the doctor curing my insomnia later today that has me in such great spirits. Anyway, if you'd like to participate in MilSpouse Friday Fill-In, hop on over to Wife of a Sailor and learn how to get started!

1.What is the longest road trip you’ve ever taken?

Ah, the infamous family roadtrip...One time my dad decided that it was a great idea to get the whole family together for a roadtrip. We were to drive from Arizona to Montana with numerous, perfectly-scheduled stops along the way. This was around the same time that my dad also happened to be in need of a life-or-death liver transplant and neglected to tell anyone. Due to his extreme sickness and crazy grouchiness from everyone else, we ended up missing every campsite reservation along the way.

Worst roadtrip ever.

2.Do you collect anything? Tell us a bit about it.

I'm pretty sure you could count my obsession with Febreze products as a collection. Plain and simple, I love Febreze. I have the air-spray, the candles, the plug-ins, and of course, the new pop up air freshener. The catch is, I only like the Linen & Sky scent.

3.What is your favorite part about being an adult?

I would have to say not being forced to drink milk. When I was a kid, my mom always made us drink a glass of milk with dinner. Every single night. Thank goodness I don't have to do that anymore. I like milk in cereal and all, but just thinking about drinking a glass of milk makes me want to gag.

4.What song brings a tear to your eye?

Since Chris deployed, I can't listen to any soldier related songs without having to hold back tears. Of course with Carrie Underwood's Just a Dream, that's understandable. But even Toby Keith's American Soldier, which really isn't sad, makes me want to cry.

5.Describe your first plane ride (how old you were, where you were heading, etc).
 
I don't really remember my first plane ride, but I remember the first time I flew alone. And the reason I remember it? I was 6 and the airline put me on the wrong plane. I was supposed to be flying to San Diego and instead ended up in Ontario. Let me tell you people, I have never been the same.

New Shoes and a Better Butt

As you may have noticed, I've been on a shoe buying spree lately. (Well, actually my mom has been buying them. Thanks, mom!) My newest pair are pretty and pink and come with the promise of a better butt!

This morning I decided to take my new shoes on a little test drive.  And since for the past week or so I've wanted to go hiking, I grabbed my bestie and off we went! Never mind the fact that I hate nature and waking up early, right? Let's just say that my little hiking adventure was not at all what I expected.

In my mind, I pictured myself looking adorable in my new, pink shoes and matching workout clothes. I imagined we would make it up the mountain no problem and stand proudly at the top, looking glamorous. Let me tell you, it was nothing even remotely close to that! Once we actually got to the nature, I began to experience one of those "What the heck was I thinking" moments. Looking up at that dirt covered mountain, every part of my brain was telling me to get back in the car and forget I ever had this crazy idea. But instead, I stepped my pretty, pink shoe into that dirt and began to climb...

 About ten minutes and thirty steps later, the best friend and I were sweaty, dirty and whiny. We did not look glamorous at all. (Who knew climbing a mountain was so hard?) As we stopped to take yet another break, a family with three small children zoomed past us on the trail. Two seconds later, an older woman ran by, as we stood there wheezing and sweating. At that point, we looked at each other's red faces and decided it was totally acceptable for us to give up. So we hung our heads in shame and walked those 30 steps back to the car.

 Let me tell you people, imaginary hiking is much more fun than the real thing. In real hiking, there is dirt and sweat and people old enough to be your grandma running by you. Next time I decide it's a good idea to hike can someone please remind me how much I hate nature? I will definitely stick to the gym from now on.

Too Soon?

Dear Santa,

Is it too soon to tell you what I want for Christmas? In case it's not, I'd really love these amazing Kardashian shoes.

Thanks,
Megan

[Remember my house and baby obsessions? I've moved on...to shoes.]

On the Ball

Chris loves Halloween. It's his very favorite holiday. Don't ask me why, because honestly I have no idea why anyone likes it. I am definitely not a fan. I'm the party pooper of all things Halloween. Sorry. Anyway, even though I'm a Negative Nancy when it comes to celebrating this holiday, I decided to be nice and send Chris the best Halloween box ever. And of course I had to send it at the beginning of the month because he's just so excited he asks for it every time he calls.

So, it all started when I found some adorable spider bags...

Then I had to find some candy to go in them. [Kit-Kat, anyone?]

But then I thought, "Why stop at candy? I think those boys need some cookies!"

So I made cookies...

Dozens and dozens of them.

Peanut Butter.

Sugar.

M&M.

Funfetti.

White Chocolate Chip.

But then I thought, "Why stop at cookies?!"

So then I made pumpkin muffins! [It is fall now afterall.]

And of course, if I was going to bake pumpkin muffins, they would have to be made in the cutest Halloween cupcake papers I could find!

[Isn't that little ghost so cute?]





So maybe Halloween isn't so bad afterall. I mean, I sure had fun baking all that stuff. Picking out the cute Halloween bags wasn't so bad either. And I'm sure Chris and the guys will have tons of fun trick-or-treating for cookies and pumpkin muffins with their spider bags. Maybe putting together this whole box was enough to change my feelings toward Halloween...but probably not.

It's a Miracle!

I have officially survived 25% of this deployment! 

I can't even imagine how awful it must be for Chris.
Poor hubby.

Anyway,

I think I'll celebrate this milestone with a nap.

Or maybe some more of mom's ice cream.

I have lost 25 lbs. after all. I think I deserve it!