Blueberry Goodness

If you're wondering how Bluberry Scented bubbles might taste, let me tell you, not like blueberries. Brianna, the awesome sister she is, urged Logan that blueberry scented bubbles are DELICIOUS and are to drink as well as to blow, multipurpose some might say. As I look over to inform them that is not only untrue but a BAD idea, I am one gulp late. I roll my eyes, a swig of bubbles never hurt anyone right? Surely blueberry ones cannot be THAT bad, right? As I was bringing Logan a glass of water to wash the unblueberry flavor taste out of his mouth he upchucked all over my feet. Now thats a good time, and a good lesson learned. It may look like blueberry, and smell like blueberries but it is not, infact, blueberry. After we got him cleaned up he walked up to Brianna and asked 'Why did you make me drink that Branna?' (he says Branna VS Brianna...). Poor guy.

All Grown Up

Why Hello there friends. Another lovely day in Carolina South. Today was Brianna's first day of school here in Scumter. I was extremly pleased with her teacher (shes the best, her husband is the best...as a result Brianna will be the best just for knowing them), and extremly nervous for her first day of ALL day school. In Ohio it was 12:15-4pm she was gone, now we have to drag ass out of bed at 6:30 to make it to school by 7:30am (ok we like a good 15min snuggle on the couch in the AM) and pick her up at 2:15. not fun. I packed her lunch last night and cried. Like a damn baby. My baby is growing up. She will never eat lunch with me again (weekends dont count). She might as well get a tattoo and go off to college. So I'm over reacting. But still, Im going to miss her. Logan already does, asks me 20 times in an hour where Brianna is. He and Brianna have races to see who can buckle fastest (winner gets to hold the coveted imaginary trophey the duration of the car ride), so now we get in the car and he races himself, LOL. He's pretty pleased with himself that he always gets the trophey.

I've spent my last few days cleaning out the house and have quite a pile of goods to take to Airmans Attic. Trying to declutter before Sean comes home. I hate it. Its like someone goes through my trash and brings everything I've thrown out back inside and laughs at me.

Day 1

Well hello there world of Blog. I have finally crossed over to the dark side. After months of trying to find the perfect background I have chosen this beauty of a template. There is not much happening in the land of Wingnut. We are still in Ohio, visiting with Sean's parents and are due to come home Saturday or Sunday depending on Hurricane Hanna's movements. Sean is still in Iraq sweating his arse off and should be home SOON!

My intentions with this blog are to keep you entertained on hopefully at least a weekly basis, but lets just keep things realistic and assume I will forget about this within a week. Until then.