Sunday, February 26, 2012

Longest. Update. Ever.

(I warned you...)

The self proclaimed (and probably proclaimed by others, too) worst blogger in the world is giving it one more shot. I've not been able to stick with any other blogs I've started, so why is this one different? Well, truthfully, it probably isn't. Ha! But I've had enough life changes going on that deserve to be remembered and between the lack of sleep and the wine, unless I write them down I won't be able to. Kidding, kidding.

I truthfully had the best of intentions to document my pregnancy in some way but things never settled down enough for that to come to fruition. I enjoy reading about others' pregnancies but I mostly love the idea since it is a way to look back, years later, and remember all the details that time will most likely take away.

As I write this, I've been a mom for five weeks. And there is so much that has gone on in these five weeks alone that I have no idea how I'll remember a thing about the past by the time she's four. So I don't care if anyone ever reads this, I just want to remember this experience and be able to share it with the rest of my family.

Some of these life happenings may get their own post, but knowing how dedicated I am to blogging, they probably won't. This may never even get published, who knows! But let's give it a whirl.

When I last left off, I was sharing my shoe drama with the world. Lots more dramz occurred when planning the wedding but for your sake, I'll spare you. (They were all along the same level of importance as Badgley Mischka-Gate so you're not missing much.)

The wedding went off without a hitch on April 30, 2011...we both showed up (which is always a good start), both said yes (another win), and we both got just intoxicated enough to have a good time but still remain (slightly) classy.


We had an awesome honeymoon...


And then came back to Texas to settle in what was supposed to be a pretty relaxing couple of months before Justin would graduate from Residency and we would move to Clarksville, TN.

Until the end of May, when we found out that this little homegirl wanted to join the party...(Spoiler alert: she isn't born looking like the stegosaurus she resembles in this picture.)

Thankfully we found out our family would be expanding just in time (as in twelve hours before we'd board our flight) for us to adjust our house-hunting plans in our new city. But that ended up not mattering because we didn't find a house anyway.
Our 1st picture after finding out we were going to be PARENTS. Of like, a human.

At the beginning of June, the overachiever of the relationship (read: not me) graduated from the US Army's Pediatrics Residency Program and we surprised our parents with the news that they would be grandparents the same weekend.


At the end of June, we the Army Movers packed up our crap...
and moved it from Texas to Tennessee.

And at the beginning of July, we packed up our cars and made the trip to Tennessee to join our crap. When we pulled into town at 11pm on a Thursday to find that our temporary housing plans had gone down the [rhymes with Twitter], we were forced to shack up in some luxury accommodations while we found a permanent place to reside.


As if getting married and becoming parents didn't make us grown up enough, we decided to buy a house! The first time home buying process, though annoying at times, was made relatively simple thanks to the help of my parents who combined have over, like, 100 years in the real estate industry. (Okay, maybe not 100. More like 90.)
We closed in August. And yes, we've since mowed our lawn.

So after a sometimes tumultous past three years of residency combined with the whirlwind of the past five months, we were ready to relax and get settled in to our new military life. Kinda put life on Auto Pilot for a little bit. Enjoy some peace and quiet and each other before our little one was to join us in the New Year. Sounds pretty good, right?

Enter September 8th.

My husband arrived home from work on that Thursday and had to deliver the heartbreaking news that he was being deployed to Afghanistan. In November. For seven months.

This is not news that any wife would take well. But if you do the math, or look at a calendar, this is news that especially would not be well taken by a pregnant wife. Due in four months.

Once again, the joke was on us and we were put in our place, quickly being reminded that life is going to take the twists and turns it wants and your only job is to hold on tight and not fall off the ride.

This being our first deployment, we had no idea there was so much to do to prepare. Weeklong training courses, daylong training sessions, paperwork, paperwork, paperwork, meetings, meetings, meetings, etc. etc. etc. As if that weren't bad enough, my husband still had to see patients all day on most days and to throw some more salt on the wound, he was set to take his Pediatric Boards in October. But, as I've learned with being a new mom, when things happen and you have to get through them, you just do it. You get through them.

We got everything set for him to leave, he studied his butt off and PASSED(!!) his Boards and we spent as much time together as possible before he left from Fort Benning for his first deployment on November 11, 2011. Veteran's Day, ironically.
Our last picture together as a family of three! (Cut me some slack, it was 4am.)

So, aside from the fun of Christmas and a sober New Year's Eve where I was in bed before the ball dropped, you're caught up on 2011. 2012 has started off to be rather interesting so it's deserving of its own posts. Thus, aside from a hopefully-to-come Pregnancy Post, you're all caught up!

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Housekeeping.

So I'm definitely not planning a wedding anymore. And I don't live in Texas anymore. I do, however, still love margaritas.

Need to do some updating to the ol' blog's asthetics.

In due time, my friends.
So...let's get real. I suck at this blogging thing. Don't believe me? Check out my last post back in good ol' September 2010.

But, I'm going to give it one more try. Mainly because I just had a baby and I'm just narcissistic enough to think that people want to read about her all the time. (AND WHY WOULDN'T THEY!?!) I'm also not a huge phone person and this cuts out on telling the same stories over and over again. Still, the select few that would have been in my Sprint Calling Circle back in '95 will get to hear me blab on and on. They're welcome.

I'm going to try to do some kinda "Where Are We Now" update to bring all four of you readers up to speed on what has been going on since I started ignoring this blog like my red-headed stepchild.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Juju

Do you believe in it?

Not this kind of JuJu...
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This kind...
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If my silence hasn't given it away, perhaps you can guess that the whole shoe delivery debacle did not end well. What we thought would be an easy fix turned out to be a massive effort.

The shoes were not at the apartment complex office. So where were they? My mom and I each spent hours on the phone, going back and forth with Endless and UPS and my old apartment complex, trying to figure out the answer to that question. By the end of the day Thursday, I had reached the point where I didn't even care about the shoes anymore. It turns out, the new tenant of our apartment not only had the shoes but she had every intention of keeping them for herself. WTF? When I got the phone call from my old complex saying that the new tenant had finally surrendered the shoes, it's sad but I wasn't really that excited. I was like, "eh, okay." To be honest, the drama had become too much.
Who would've thought that these pretties could bring anything but happiness?!
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I was explaining the situation to some girls at work and they flat out told me, "You cannot wear those shoes! Those shoes are cursed! They aren't meant to be!" (They even went into the discussion of the Latin American curse "Ojo" which, very basically, is when you have something someone else wants, and they are a bearer of the Evil Eye, they can curse that item. [Side note: back when I first learned about the Ojo, I was at work and saw a girl with a plate of brownies. I said in my head 'Wow those look good!' and two seconds later...SPLAT! The brownies fell to the ground. It took my co-workers a good week to convince me I didn't have the "Ojo".] Learn more here.

At first I blew it off. How could I not wear the pair of shoes that I had half of San Antonio looking for? But then I really began to think about how much effort it had taken to track them down and how much stress they caused. I then began to hate the shoes. Did I really think they were cursed? No. But do I really want to wear a pair of shoes that are full of negativity on a day that is supposed to be so happy and joyous? No, again.

So I sent them back. I'm still in l-o-v-e with this style but I think I'm going to start fresh and order them from another site. Hopefully *knock on wood* there will be no shipping issues this time and me and Randee can start our relationship off on a better foot. (Pun intended.)

Am I crazy? Any crazy superstitious things go on when planning your wedding?

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Delivery FAIL

A recently married friend said it best: "Get ready to have a deep and serious relationship with your postman, UPS guy, and Fedex worker! Towards the end, I would run out there like it was the damn ice cream truck!"

To me, one of the most annoying parts of planning a wedding is the fact that you have to order so much stuff and then wait for it to be delivered. I'm more of an "instant gratification" person (read: I may be a bit spoiled and want what I want, when I want it. Hey, admitting it is the first step, right?).

The little "Track Your Package" link has so much power over me. My Ctrl+R keys are going to be worn out by the time April 30th rolls around, considering how many times I refresh the UPS and FedEx tracking pages. The worst part has to be when you refresh the page and finally see that your package has been delivered...at 10:21am...and you're at work until 5:00! (I may or may not have I know someone who may or may not have used the excuse "I think I left my stove on!" to run home and check out our their Save The Dates. Can you believe some people?)

So yesterday I knew I would have two, possibly three, packages waiting for me when I got home...

- Our Save the Dates (We'll get into how I feel about VistaPrint a little later...)
- Some DELICIOUS shoes to wear on my wedding day!
- A white BCBG dress my mom bought for me for our Engagement Pictures

Thanks to stalking tracking, I knew the first two were to be delivered yesterday. The dress was a crapshoot that I was just hoping would show up. When I got to the top of the stairs, I was greeted by this!Thank you, delivery man, for your inconspicuous placement of my packages.


Beneath the mat? Two packages, score!


My handy sidekick, Lily, investigated the first one.


Inside package #1...Our Save the Dates! And they're FINALLY perfect! Unfortunately, they're not ready for their big debut yet. But soon enough!

Inside package #2...
A stupid Coors Light Cooler I'd forgotten I ordered off Ebay for the Mr.'s birhday.So where were my shoes!?!? (and the better question...who writes "FRAGILE" on a box holding a soft sided cooler?!?!)


I decided to let the missing shoes go for the night since I had my STDs to play with (hehe). But today, the shoes were still not here. So I decided to call up my friendly Endless customer service girl, Amanda.
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(So, she isn't actually MY customer service girl, I was randomly assigned to her. And this is what she looks like in my head.)


To make a long story short...Endless made a mistake a left my apartment number off the shipping label. When UPS got to my complex, rather than going into the office to inquire, they thought, "Hey! We have this other address on file for her because she orders shoes and clothes non-stop randomly, let's bring the shoes there even though we have no idea if she lives there!"

What address would that be? My old apartment across town, where someone else now lives. So someone randomly had a pair of Badgley Mischka shoes delivered to them today, for FREE. It was like my dream came true. To some other person.

After speaking with UPS customer service, an alert was sent out for the closest driver to go to my old apartment complex and find.these.shoes. Why were they going to such lengths? Because Endless informed me that this shoe was now out of stock, making these missing shoes the fashion world's equivalent to Saving Private Ryan.A nice Mr. UPS man went to my old apartment, knocked on the door and asked for the package that had been delivered earlier. The new tenant swore no such package had been delivered. So unless the person in my old apartment is a shiesty biotch trying to steal my shoes, they are safely in the apartment office, where I will go tomorrow at the break of dawn to rescue them.

The situation kinda stinks but I'm very impressed with the customer service at both Endless and UPS.

I know there's a song that goes "Two outta three ain't bad." I don't know about that but I do know that "One outta three BLOWS!"

Has your life day ever been ruined by a snafu caused by the postal service?

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Going Postal

I'm expecting at least two, possibly three, amazing deliveries from the ol' Postal Service today. As I described to a friend last night, the receipt of the deliveries could either go very good.

Or they could go very bad.

Keep the wine on deck, I may need it! I'll keep you posted.

Heh, heh.

Have a great day!

Not Wedding Related - Blog Design!

I know most people probably get here by way of the ol' Google Reader BUT if you have a couple minutes to spare, I did design a fun lil blog header so check it out! :)