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at 4/18/2012

Sometimes I can dream of blog posts all day. The correct wording, the clever pictures drawn out through the most fabulous description words possible and even what images I will use to highlight my point. Then when it comes time to sit down and actually put my thoughts onto "paper" everything just sounds silly. I am almost self conscious. What are my readers thinking of my words? Do they laugh? Nod in agreement? Think I am just being silly? I love seeing comments pop through that share the thoughts that my readers have after reading my thoughts, rants, celebrations about life. It's almost like a validation. I am successful in proving my point. Which is exactly how I imagine every blogger feels when they get a reaction from a reader. I've grown to love this feeling but I find myself picking and choosing my words more often. To convey my feelings in the most direct approach while still evoking a reaction from you all. Is this normal?

Maybe that is why this is the second time I have sat down to try and produce a post about this last weekend.

Round two. Let's go.

Last weekend was a blink and you miss it type of weekend. I'm afraid that every weekend between now and Rob coming home is going to be that way because as of right now.. there is something planned for every weekend between now and then. But believe me I am absolutely not complaining about that one. The distraction is more than welcome. I guess it is safe to say though that the deployment has luckily started to speed back up again... hip hip hooray. **Knock.On.Wood**

Grand things accomplished this weekend:

-My first 3D movie.. I successfully watched, with no "I'm-about-to-get-sick" moments. Titanic 3D was great. Titanic period is great. But when the characters come to life in a three dimensional aspect it draws you in all the more. One of the patients at work told me last week that until you have seen Titanic on the big screen you have not truly seen Titanic. I do agree with her.

-Celebrating Mom's birthday with dinner and then the movie was time well spent. Again, my parents are the best and I am very thankful to have them around. I love how my mother can sit and let me talk about everything weighing on my mind for hours, and not complain once about repeat stories, or how ridiculous I might sound. Probably a mom thing though.. and someday I hope to provide that comfort for my children.

-An important detail of my relationship with my husband is no longer a contributing factor. As of Saturday we are a one car family. It is bittersweet in the fact that the Civic was such a big deal early in our relationship. Rob purchased it fresh out of basic training and it has gone many places since then. Recently the Civic has been nothing more than a bump on a log taking up valued parking outside of my apartment building (for which I am sure my neighbors hated..), so Rob finally pulled the plug and to Carmax it went with the intentions of replacing it come July. So far, no tears have been shed.

-Midwest Massacre 2012, as my sister's friend called it, occurred over the weekend. Friday afternoon I logged online, and one of my friends just a mile from my apartment had posted an image of the expected severe weather impact locations for the weekend. Cue my nervous energy. I am totally okay with thunderstorms. You throw in the word severe or a TorCon value ("the likelihood of tornado activity within a given time period-source) of 9 (out of 10, mind you) and I'm done for. Especially since I live on the third floor of an apartment building. I promptly called my parents and ~~asked~~ told them Piston and I were on our way for a sleepover. We ended up staying Friday and Saturday night.. and Kansas City MAYBE got some rain. Y'all can thank me... if I would have stayed at my apartment it would have been mass destruction. Better safe than sorry though. (Sidenote, there were parts of Kansas and other Midwest states that saw severe damage--I'm keeping them in my thoughts, and you should too!)

Result of massacre weekend=tired puppy.

-I had grand plans to scrub every inch of the kitchen and tackle the last of the dishes. That way I could put a call in to maintenance and get my dishwasher fixed, finally. Due to the unexpected planned massacre, nothing was accomplished. I'm okay with that.

-Since it is Spring time in KC (hello GAWGEOUS weather!!) the topic of bad weather has come up more than once. I am fully aware I can not always pack up and head to my parents when bad weather comes. So this weekend I called up the apartment complex to ask them where the tornado shelters are in the apartments/complex. This is what I was told: To get in the tub. This was what I figured my best solution was, as I have lived in Kansas my whole life and they start teaching tornado safety at a very very young age. She then went on to tell me that I could also make friends with my neighbor on the first floor (because relying on someone to be home when weather strikes is a good idea..) OR I could come up to the office... they have a basement but the maintenance guys use it for their shop, so it is full of golf carts, which may not make it the safest and they aren't always there (yes, she told me that... I'm dead serious) OR I can find out when the church across the street is open as they have a basement (a. it's not really across the street.. it's like down the street. b. I'm not going to run to the car with my furbaby and get in it to DRIVE to my tornado shelter..). I was floored.. I mean really?

-Mom and I were lucky enough to get a few hours to shop on Saturday. I picked up the most fabulous boat shoes ever. They aren't Sperry's, but I am in. LOVE. AND, I have found my dress for Rob's homecoming. I am way ahead of the game, and dang it I am so glad.

-Monday marked day one of working out again. Except I didn't do it in the complex gym. I just couldn't bring myself to actually break a legit hardcore sweat. Is that weird? Instead Piston and I walked about a mile and a half around the neighborhood. Which was a workout by itself. My dog insists on pooping.. in every single yard. It's absurd, and I usually end up dragging him around the neighborhood cause he isn't really pooping anything. I'm sure I look like a crazy lady, but I get my workout in. So it is definitely a win/lose situation that always ends up with me swearing up and down that it is the LAST time Piston gets to go on a walk that direction ever again. Today we walked again.. much shorter though and our usual path so that there was no crazy pooping schemes from my dog. Of course he then walked with his head up.. silly dog.

So there you have it folks. What you all have been missing out on due to my lack of proper wording that I could be proud of. Sometimes I feel I am way harder on myself than I am should be. But the end result is always something I am proud of.

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Always,

Amanda

Sometimes I can dream of blog posts all day. The correct wording, the clever pictures drawn out through the most fabulous description words...

at 12/13/2011

at 11/22/2011

So I had a situation this evening that has left me wondering what everyone else would do...

This evening I tackled the crazy amounts of laundry that had piled up and needed done ($18 later.. but that's another story). The apartments I live in have a gym/laundry facility on the other side of the complex. They are two different rooms with the laundry room nestled in the corner of the gym but open via windows to the whole building. If that makes any sense. Anyway, I was picking up the last of my laundry and I could hear this commotion coming from out in the gym area. It's a small gym (couple treadmills, an elliptical, some bikes and lifting equipment sum it up) and there was only a couple of people in the whole building (me, another guy doing laundry, a 5 or 6 year old, a man and a woman [I believe were with said child]), so it was pretty obvious where it was coming from. The man was yelling and cursing at the little boy. I'm not sure what exactly was going on. The child was crying and the man was telling him he had to stay on the treadmill. It seemed a little inappropriate for public but I didn't see the man touch the child (thank goodness) so I didn't interfere.

When I went to go load my car.. the other man that had been doing laundry was outside smoking a cigarette. I was mumbling something when I came outside, a bit upset at what I had just overheard. We made small talk about how weird/awkward that was and I even went as far as saying, "I debated whether I should call the cops or not". I decided not to.. but it's kind of left me a bit unsettled.

Like I said the man didn't touch the child (that I saw), he just seemed very verbally abusive. I'd hate to be the one that didn't call when I should have and helped that child out of an unfortunate situation. I'm not a parent, and I know that sometimes you just pop. But that seemed far more inappropriate than it should have been. And it sickens me to know that the woman let the man pop off like that on such a young child.

The thought I can't quit thinking..

What would you guys have done in the same situation?
How do you handle a situation like that when you are in public and someone "disciplines" their child in a way you don't think appropriate?
I'm sure I shot them some dirty looks but that is about it...

So I had a situation this evening that has left me wondering what everyone else would do... This evening I tackled the crazy amounts of la...

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