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 RTT!  Best day of the week!  You know why. *Yes, it's true.  I am the real reason my beloved Johnny Depp and that woman are breaking up.  He finally succumbed to  his deep and abiding love for me.  You  knew this would happen. *Do you ever wonder if people judge you by what's in your cart at the grocery store? I don't buy a lot of junk food (much to James Bond's frustration), but when I

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It's no secret, I loves me some transferware. Love, love, love it. If you missed them, you can see some flea market posts where I scored some of my transferware here and here. This past week we were fooled by the interwebs (what?  fooled by the interwebs?  yes, yes we were).  What was listed as a flea market turned out to be something like Goodwill, except that they had a little wine shop in

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Hello all! It's my first RTT of 2012! Can you believe it? Me neither. I actually had to look at the calendar to make sure it was Tuesday. Monday holidays always confuse me. *The Girl Scout Cookie Cabal is out in full force again.  You can't walk 20 feet without passing one of their tables laden with delicious cookies.  The Thin Mints call me.  Evil Girl Scouts. *I wonder why the GS

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Anyone who's ever been to my house knows I love old trunks and hard leather suitcases. You know, they kind you see in old movies. Currently I have 2 trunks and 10 suitcases of varying size. I'm not sure exactly what the lure of suitcases is, but I like to imagine where they've been and what adventures they might have seen. When we lived in Heidelberg, there was a flea market held once or twice

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Well, hello! Nice to see you again! No, I didn't fall off the face of the earth, it just felt like it. With the move and the holidays and my insane addiction to my new iPhone I just haven't had time to blog. Okay, I have, but it's hard to blog during the holidays when everyone else is showing off how beautiful their homes are and you're just happy to have found the box where the ornaments are

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We all celebrate as the last of the US troops left Iraq this past week, ending nearly 10 years of war. For over 4000 though there will never be a celebratory homecoming. I shared this photo a few years ago and I think of Mrs. Walton frequently. Her husband Lt. Col. James Walton was killed in June 2008, 2 days before their 4th anniversary. Every year while the world celebrates, she has only a

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  RTT!!!  They day I can let my hair down and be all kinds of weird (you know, more so than normal).  *Indy has 2 advent calendars this year, a Star Wars Lego calendar and a chocolate calendar.  For those who aren't familiar with them, they are boxes that have a door for each day and behind the door is a surprise.  It starts on Dec 1 and ends Dec 24.  He opens the Lego one in the morning and

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Hello my lovelies. Have you missed me terribly? I'll bet you have. I've missed you. Seriously, I have about 3 million boxes to unpack and I would much rather be blogging.  It's RTT though, so I'm back, baby.  For today. *Moving = Ugh.  Moving the week of Thanksgiving = Double Ugh. *I packed all my unmentionables in my suitcase because I don't want strange German guys handling them. *

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Oh, my peeps, moving day has arrived. Or at least it will in the morning (it's almost midnight as I type). I may be offline for a few days (GASP!). I'll be back soon though and I'm sure I'll have loads of stories about the movers, what got broken and what a pain in the arse it is to move. I may just have to spend the next few days with a few bottles of wine. Cross your fingers. I hate to

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   Tuesday!  I missed RTT last week and since we're moving next week, I'll miss it then too.  Bummer. *Except that I'd have to live in Florida where my hair gets HUGE from the heat and humidity, I totally want to live in one of the Disney houses/neighborhoods at Golden Oak.  $1.4 million for the lowest priced home?  Sure, why not? *The Norwalk virus or Norovirus (the virus that causes the

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This is (mostly) a repost of last year's Veteran's Day.  I should note that Frank Buckles passed away this past February 27, at age 110.   He was a huge lobbyist for a national WWI memorial in Washington D.C. which 93 years after then end of the war, we still do not have. Sixteen year old Frank Buckles enlisted as an ambulance driver in the Army. The year was 1917. He sailed to France in late

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I love a good read. Love it. I love to curl up with a good book (or now with my beloved Kindle) and lose myself in it. I have an extreme fondness for Regency era mysteries with a dash of romance thrown in. Seriously, you should see how many are on my Kindle.  Or maybe not.  You might think I have an obsession.  Which I don't.  Mostly. A few months back I was moping around waiting for the

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I'm a day late on this. Sorry. Here are the winners from the big giveaway week: Signed book and $25 Amazon GC: Vandy J from The Testosterone Three and Me $20 Gedanke GC: Tamara from Start Enjoying Life (and other blogs) My Memories Suite Download:  LMA from Life of a New Teacher Fascinator: Tia from Clever Girl Goes Blog  (this is one of my favorite blogs and I'm incredibly jealous she won

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*In anticipation of our upcoming move (which we now know will take place on Nov 21), James Bond and I have been cleaning and tossing stuff we don't need. I was cleaning out the kitchen when I ran across an unopened box of Thin Mints I had squirreled away when I was pregnant. Rapture! I opened them and discovered that they had stuck together in one big Thin Mint tube. They had to be eaten

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Repost from a previous year. Back before Halloween became a sugar induced candy grab populated by polyester wearing little goblins, it was known as Samhain (pronounced SOW-in).  Since there are soooo many misconceptions about Halloween (Satan, Devil worshiping, etc), I thought I'd share some information with all my readers. Samhain, means "End of Summer", and is the third and final Harvest.

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Hello, my lovelies. I did a really dumb thing last week. I was editing my blog settings and somehow turned comments off for a while. I got several emails telling me this, but I was offline for several hours (WHAT? I KNOW!) so I was unaware. Because of this, I'm going to extend them all until this coming Saturday, Oct 29. If you tried to enter and couldn't, I apologize. Go try again. If

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Okay, it's the final giveaway! Have you entered the others? If not, you need to. Today I'm giving away something from my very own etsy shop, Tres Magnifique. Have you visited?  If not, you're missing out!  I've got treasures I've found in flea markets all over Europe.  I only pick good stuff too.  Much of it you can find on PB, but I sell for about HALF (most of the time less than half) what

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Are you still digging the giveaways? Yeah, you are! Today I have an unbelievable giveaway for you. You know how a after the big royal wedding I vowed to bring back hats? No? Well, trust me, I did. I even wore one to Han Solo's Christening. I was having a hard time finding some though that didn't cost a fortune. Some small hats/fascinators were as much as $250.  You'd think they were made

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Hello my lovelies!  Are you excited about the giveaway week?  Of course you are. Today I have something really cool for you!  I keep saying that don't I?  Like I'd give away something bad. Have you heard of My Memories?  If not, you are missing out!  It's digital scrapbooking software and it is AWESOME!  Seriously.  James Bond is threatening to take my computer away if I don't quit messing

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Wheeee! It's Tuesday! This is not just ANY old Tuesday though. This is a giveaway Tuesday! What??? That's right, the celebration of my 475th post continues all week.  Wait, does that mean no RTT?  Yes, but keep reading anyway, you don't want to miss this. Since today is a day we talk about our random thoughts, I thought the was the perfect day to do a giveaway from  Gadanke. Haven't

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Remember a while back when I said I thought the 500th post shouldn't get to have all the fun and I was going to do some giveaways when I hit post 475? Well that's today my friends! An entire week of goodies are going to be given away to my lovely readers. I love a good read, don't you? Of course you do, that's why you come to my blog.  For the first day of my week long celebration, I have a

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Quite a title, huh? Yeah, I knew that would grab your attention. So, RTT again and once again, I have slacked on my bogging. Darn it.   There's always someone needing my attention.  The kids need to be fed (what's up with that?), Han Solo needs a diaper change (ick), the dogs need love (they're so codependent-too bad I'm allergic to and dislike cats) , James Bond expects me to be awake in

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Wheeeeeeee! It's RTT! Look at that, I made a rhyme!  Sit back and enjoy. *Stacy's been holding down the RTT fort for so long, I think it's just permanent.   Accept it Stacy! *Indy told me the other day that he wants a shirt that reads "I love Latin!" in Latin. Sigh. *Thank you ABC for allowing your programs to air directly in hulu.com (so I can get my Castle fix).  CBS, I'd like it if

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Oh, dear. My poor little blog. How I've neglected you lately. I've written loads of posts in my head and have multiple travel posts that I haven't finished yet, but still I don't actually post them. I'm a procrastinator. I'm going to try better to get some posts up (other than RTT) soon. I haven't even finished putting up the posts I started from our cruise last year (I need to upload

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James Bond did not know today was Tuesday. We actually argued about it until I reminded him of what he told me he did yesterday at work. Read on: *James Bond has a...job. I have a very vague idea of what the job is (I obviously know he's in the intel field), but what he does specifically, I have no idea (isn't that weird?). We're not allowed to talk about it, so....we don't. Most of our

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For those associate with the military, force transformation (the shutting down and combining of base) is no surprise as TPTB been talking about it for YEARS. We've known they were happening for a long time, but until now, we've never experienced it. Mannheim, which is about 20 minutes away from us, and was an important industrial center for the Nazi,s was reached by the Allied ground advance (

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Tuesday!  When all the flotsam and jetsam that have been floating around my brain can be scooped up and put into one semi-coherent place.  Yay! *We had a minor emergency here yesterday that ended up with Arf (4 pound Maltse) having emergency surgery. He's okay though, so don't worry. He had a tooth abscess and push up through his face (it didn't break through, just pushed up). The vet had

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10 years. It seem like yesterday. I still cry when I see the images. There are so many things I could say about this day, but all the words I could say can't sum it up my feelings as beautifully as the following quote from a Harry Potter book written more than a year before the attacks.  I think of it every September 11. "We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.

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I missed RTT yesterday! Darn it, I hate when that happens, don't you? Of course you do, my RTT's are awesome. :) So, if you can believe it, I'm closing on my 500th post. Well, to be fair it's about 40 posts away, but still. I had actually thought I'd be closer by this time, but when Han Solo got sick, my blogging kind of went out the window (you may have noticed and mourned). I'm actually

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One of the great things about military life is moving. You get to go new places, see new things and meet new people. It's also one of the bad things about military life. You have to leave your home, all the familiar things and your friends. We've been here in Heidelberg for almost 3 years now and our time was coming to an end (most tours are 3 years). We were hoping to stay in Germany and

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Tuesday! My favorite day of the week!I'm still rebelling it up with the super awesome, award winning vintner (that's a funny word-say it), Stacy. *Nancy Grace is going to be on Dancing With The Stars. I think Tom Bergeron should quit. *I was watching the news yesterday (not Nancy Grace) and they were interviewing some idiot guy in New Jersey.  He was griping and moaning about not having

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So in a previous post I mentioned that I dyed my hair and it turned red. Then I mentioned that I went to the beauty salon to get it fixed. Let's just say it didn't go well. Here are some things I heard that you should never hear from your hair dresser: "Huh" This was the first thing I heard. It did not bode well. "That's interesting." What's interesting?  What?  WHAT??? "How did that

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Tuesday? Holy crap, where did the week go? Oh, yeah, they went to sleepless nights with a STILL sick baby. I'm gonna Rebel it up, but it will likely be short. I got 4.5 hours of sleep last night. How I miss my 11 hour sleeping baby. Please let him come back soon! *Indy is freakishly good at catching flies. He always has been. And when I say good, I mean he usually catches them by

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Hello gentle readers. I'll bet you've been wondering where I've been. Sadly, I was not off on some fabulous trip with my beloved Johnny Depp. I was in the hospital with my sweet little Han Solo. He's home now and doing much better though, so fear not. About 2 weeks ago (now) he developed a terrible cough that ended all the wonderful sleeping through the night he was doing (BOO!). It got

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You may remember that I mentioned in yesterday's post that Han Solo has rotavirus. Good grief. Indy had it when he was almost 2 and it was even more awful because he was eating solid foods and mobile. I'm extremely grateful that Han Solo is still just on liquids and cannot move around. I know it could be so much worse.   He's actually taking it quite well (as did Indy) and not fussing.   My

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Hello my lovely readers! I know you've been wondering where I've been. Haven't you???? Of course you have. Well, I took a wee break from blogging because I've had 2 sick kiddos and I've been scrambling around trying to get all the last minute stuff together so we could start school (we started 4th grade yesterday). But now, I'm back and on a RTT too! How fortuitous (for you). *So, sick

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ETA: This post was written yesterday, but I forgot to publish it! D'oh! Do you remember where you were 30 years ago today (for those over you old enough to remember 30 years ago)? I do. Where was I? I was sitting in front of the TV at a ridiculously early hour to watch the royal wedding of Charles and Diana. Can you believe it's been 30 years? Of course we all know how the story ended up, but

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Oh, sweet, gentle Tuesday. You get lost in the week, don't you? Monday is the "dreaded" day. Wednesday is hump day. Thursday is the day before Friday! And, well, Friday, Saturday and Sunday, just get all the glory. Where's the love for Tuesday? Right here! Random Thoughts Tuesday. My favorite day of the week!  Since Keely is now too cool for school, the awesome Stacy has taken up the

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Well, hello, Tuesday!  I somehow missed RTT last week.  I hate that.  I have so many randoms that just flit away like dry leaves in the wind when I don't write them down.  It's really a shame for you that you don't get to read them all.  I'll try not to let you down again. *Why do they put grippies on baby socks? It's not like they're going to run off. *The other day I was feeding Han Solo

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Our first night in Paris was HEAVEN for me. Why? Was the bed at the hotel comfortable? Hell no, BUT I got to sleep the entire night.  I love Han Solo to pieces, but this getting up at night to eat business is getting old.  I was thrilled to get to sleep a full night.  In fact, Indy and I went to bed at 8:30pm and didn't get up until 9:30am.  See?  HEAVEN.  I have to say though, I will never

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It wasn't quite the spectacle that the recent wedding of Will and Kate was, and you may not even know about it, but today there was a royal wedding in the tiny Principality of Monaco. Actually, there was a wedding yesterday too. In several European countries, a bride and groom must be legally married in a civil ceremony. If they wish they can have a religious ceremony, but really, that's just

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I can't believe how long it's been since I did a Dear So and So! Bad, bad me! If you're not familiar with it, Dear So and So is run by Kat over at 3 Bedroom Bungalow and gives you the opportunity to write letters to anyone who had, um, annoyed you. You should try it, you'll feel better. Oh, you can write nice letters, but they're not nearly as much fun. Dear Guy in the car in front of me at

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On June 17th Indy and I hopped a fast train to Paris. In a mere 3 hours and 20 minutes we would be strolling the streets and munching on authentic croissants (they really do taste better in France, trust me). Or so we thought. We made our connection with no problems and things were zipping along fine (except that our seats were rear facing and despite taking 2 Dramamine, I was feeling queasy)

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Okay, last week I did my RTT on Wednesday and didn't link it up, so it didn't get the love it deserved.  Because of that I'm reposting parts of it as well as adding new stuff. *Why is Wednesday spelled that way?  Or do we just pronounce it wrong because it's hard to say? *Indy wrote a letter to the new general who now lives across the street form us.  LTG Hertling took over as the USAEUR (US

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to make sure there are no more surprise babies, James Bond got the big V yesterday.  I know it hurts, but they didn't even have to put in any stitches.  He acts like he gave birth to the largest baby in the world naturally.  Give me a break.  I've gotten more than a giggle or two out of pretending to throw things into his lap.  The look on his face is priceless and he falls for it every. single.

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Bonjour mes amies!  We're back from the City of Lights and what a trip it was!  Indy and I had so much fun, despite the rain and cold (yes, COLD in June).  C'est la vie!  I've got lots of blog fodder from the trip, but that will come later.  First I have to do my RTT, but I'm a day late because all that having fun was exhausting and I needed yesterday to rest.  So, I'm really rebeling it up

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I've been a bad blogger this week! I even missed RTT! WHAT????? I know! I'm super bummed about that, but we've been pushing hard to finish up the school year a day early so Indy and I can hop a train to Paris tomorrow!  Huzzah!  He's currently finishing his last 2 math lessons while I type and when he's done, we're through!!!!!  What a long year!  When it started, I had no idea I was already

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Do you know who's turning 48 today? That's right, my beloved Johnny Depp. On a home schooling board I post on, we have an official Johnny Depp birthday thread that has been going strong all day. I decided to share a story with them about a little trip Johnny and I took a while back and some of the photos I took while on it.  I'll share them with you too. So, we were on vacation and staying at

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11 weeks, Keely.  Eleven Weeks.  Why have you forsaken us?  You have time to get a feather in your hair, (for reals, peeps) but not host RTT?  Lame.  That's okay though because we've got Stacy to rebel with.  Rock on Stacy! *In case yo didn't know, my beloved Johnny Depp is going to be staring in a new movie version of The Lone Ranger as Tonto. Sa-weet!  He's been attached to the project

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The anniversary of the D-Day landings seem to be largely ignored this year, but there are those who will never forget. In the small town of Bedford, VA, they remember D-Day every year. Why, Bedford, VA, you might wonder? Because Bedford lost more men per capita than any other city in the US during the D-Day invasions. When we went to the 65th anniversary Battle of the Bulge Memorial Walk (Dec

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Han Solo officially received guilt yesterday. By that I mean he became Catholic. :) We had a private Christening in a side chapel of the Heidelberg Mark Twain Village chapel. It was short and sweet and ridiculously hot. Han Solo was awesome. He fussed while I was putting his gown on him and cried a little, but then promptly fell asleep and stayed asleep for the entire thing. Huzzah!   His gown

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Keely's still too cool to host RTT (something about a job???), so the super awesome, silver medal winning vintner Stacy is rebelling and I'm joining. *We were just watching an old episode of Scrubs from 2007, which was all about the Iraq war. 'Janitor' said "If you ask me, we should be looking for OBL in Pakistan." How weird is that? *I had my  postpartum  check up today.  I do not miss

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His name was Bernard Brown. He was a Specialist (E4) in James Bond's company and his wife Sherrie worked at the Commissary. They were expecting their first child and he was the friendlies, happiest guy you could ever meet. I don't remember him not smiling. He loved football and laughing and went by his middle name because he so disliked his first name, which was Lunsford.  When James Bond's

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My little man is growing up. He'll be 2 months old on June 4. Coincidentally that's also the same day we're having him Christened. We are so thrilled that Hoosier Mom and her husband, JAG, are going to be his godparents. When Indy was Christened, I knew I wanted him in a Christening GOWN, not a suit.  James Bond was less than thrilled because, well, he's a boy, but I won out (of course) and

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She cried more, more, more.... :) Such an inappropriate song, yet it's been stuck in my head all day.  And now I pass it on to you.  Enjoy. Speaking of rebel, I'm rebelling up with Stacy the award wining vintner (that's a weird word, no?) for yet another Tuesday without Keely.  Let's get on with the randoming. *Remember 2 weeks ago when I RTT'd that I watch a lot of TV? Yeah, last night it

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Oh, I know you think I run with all the big names, but really, I like to keep my life normal. Who wants to deal with all the paparazzi? Oh, sure all the A listers are begging me to hang, but I don't have time for all that nonsense (Johnny, I would walk the red carpet with you anytime though. Call me.) I do however have some awesome friends who are actually in the music, TV, movie and

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*The title of this post has nothing to do with the post itself. It's just RANDOM! Though I dare you not to sing that song when you hear it on the radio. Or in your head just now. You're welcome. *Speaking of music (weren't we?), I meant to mention last week that I hope Sir Paul McCartney is happy with his new bride. I guess he just "need[s] somebody to love." Though I hoped he learned

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Tuesday! Again! Funny how they always come after Monday, isn't it? *If I ever own a horse that runs in the Kentucky Derby (What?  It could totally happen.), I'm going to name it Pants on the Ground (as in "lookin' like a fool with your pants on the ground").  I don't know why, I just think it's funny.  James Bond said he would name his horse Dead Last. *Some of the women over on a home

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One Sunday every May, a day is set aside to honor moms and today, I was honored.  I didn't want anything for Mother's Day except to be able to sleep.  :)  James Bond got up with Han Solo this morning and I slept in until 11:30, when they came in bearing breakfast.  Indy insisted I needed breakfast in bed.  While I was eating, I was presented with the sweetest card.  Apparently Indy and James Bond

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Let me blow the dust off my keyboard. Whew! That's better. I've been a slacker lately when it comes to my blog and I know it. To my faithful readers, I sincerely apologize. I'm really struggling right now with what write on my blog. I don't want to make it all about the baby, but right now, that's what my life seems to revolve around. My days are a blur of feedings, changing diapers,

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I'm dragging this Tuesday, people. Drrrrraaaaaggggiiiinnnnggggg. Han Solo is sleeping, but this waking up in the night business is killing me. I'm so tired! If I'm incoherent today, you'll understand, right? *Indy has been walking around the house singing Rule Britannia for days. DAYS. He calls it England's "theme song." I tried to explain that it's not, but I might as well tell Han

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Of course you did. Even if you didn't watch it live, you know you saw a million clips (how could you have avoided it?). Indy and I watched it live (oh, and even James Bond joined us) and had a grand time. A few days before the wedding we went to our local British shop and bought some authentic British goodies to eat while we watched. We had scones with jam, sweet raisin bread, finger

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Good grief. I have been such a slacker this week. Blog wise, I mean. At home, I've been a dynamo (or not, shut up, it's my blog, I can lie if I want). Han Solo is settling in well and has a great routine (he wakes 2 times a night to eat), but I do not respond well to interrupted sleep and drag around all day. Thank goodness Indy's reading is so much better and he can do more of his work

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Oh, Tuesday, again? Really? They just keep popping up, don't they?  It's like they're always after Monday, or something.  Once again, I'm linking up with Stacy, since Keely is STILL on hiatus with RTT.   Like she's got better stuff to do.  Whatevs. *Indy asks the most bizarre and random questions sometimes.  The other day he asked "Who was the 3rd person on the moon?"   Um, what?  Of course I

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Hi, I'm Mom in High Heels and I am a royal watcher.  I do not say it with shame.  I say it with pride.  Sort of.  I mean, what little girl didn't dream of growing up to be a princess?  Since we have no royals of our own, the British royals are the ones to watch.  Sure, there are royals from loads of countries, but the Brits OWN royalty.  Own.It.  They have it all: money, power, fame, looks (some

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Warning:  I'm hormonal, so this is slightly more mushy and slightly less sarcastic than my normal posts.  Fear not though, I'll be back to form soon.   From the moment we found out I was pregnant with him early in 2002, Indy has been the center of our universe. His birth was much anticipated, especially by my parents as he would be their first and only grandchild as I have no siblings. His

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This was the post I planned for last Tuesday, but since Han Solo made his early appearance, I put it on hold.  I think you'll find it was worth the wait. I'm linking up with the rebel Stacy again, since Keely is STILL on hiatus (what up Keely???).  So, are you ready?  Of course you are. *Do you get Eurosport in the US? If not, let me tell you, you are missing out! They have the strangest

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Warning! Photo heavy, but I'm a new mom, so what did you expect? Indy is a proud big brother!  He says Han Solo has his "good looks."  That's my boy.  So humble. CUTE!!! Look at those pretty eyes. James Bond has yet to take a photo of me where I don't look crazy or have my head cut off.  We must remedy that.  BTW, if you'll notice, we all 3 have the same nose. Look how tiny his little fingers

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Tuesday, already??? How did that happen? I'm rebeling up with Stacy again, since Keely is STILL putting RTT on hiatus.  Soooooo, guess what random thing happened to me yesterday? I HAD A BABY!!! That's right, Han Solo made his grand entrance on April 4 at 10:33am after 20 hours of very hard labor, weighing 5 pounds 6 ounces and 19" long. He's tiny and perfect and adorable (he looks like me, so

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You'd never know it to look at me, but one of my great-grandmothers was full blooded Native American. My mother (her grand daughter) can go outside for 10 minutes and come back in beautiful shade of brown. My father is a red head. Lucky me, I inherited the very pale European ancestry that goes along with that (burn, peel, burn some more).    I was born with red hair myself, though it turned a

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Kat is back baby and so is Dear So and So! Huzzah!!!! Dear Dutch and Arf, Really? Two of you sick at the same time? NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! The house already smelled like ass, but now it smells like double ass. Oh, the horror! I suppose the waking up to take you out every 2 hours is good practice for when Han Solo is born, and I know you're not doing it on purpose, but for goodness sake,

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I have little patience with "reality" TV. Back when it first started, it wasn't so bad because the contestants weren't all hard bodied fame whores.  Now, that's pretty much all you see.   I liked the first season of Survivor. Who doesn't remember naked Richard Hatch?  Truck driver Sue or "Aw, hell, I don't know" Rudy? I loved Rudy. I was really pulling for him to win, but alas, it was not

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That's right! I'm randoming without Keely. She's put RTT on hiatus (Why Keely? WHY?????), but I'm not going to let that stop me. I'm going rogue. I'm totally still using the button though. Bwahahahahahahaha! Too much? *Why is that every time you eat a grapefruit (or peel and orange or squeeze a lemon) that the juice somehow manages to squirt directly into your eye?  I mean, you have a

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So....yesterday was my birthday and thanks to FB (remember I actually KNOW all of my FB friends) I feel ridiculously loved (and adored). James Bond and Indy made me an awesome strawberry cake with chocolate icing (LOVE) and we drove up to Ramstein Air Base(about an hour away) to go to Chili's for lunch (we haven't been to Chili's in over 3 years-I totally forgot there was one at Ramstein). We

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Most women seem to be bath people. I am not most women (as you may know by now). I've never been big on baths. It just seems like you're soaking in your own juices and that's just icky. If the water is too hot, you get hot and that's no fun. Even if it's the perfect temp. it will eventually cool and then you'll be cold. What do you DO in the bath? I've tired reading, but after dropping 2

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After my disasterous, no interwebs, no telephone Tuesday 2 weeks ago (I think I'll call it Black Tuesday from now on), I was all set for the Heidelberg Community Spouses Club monthly luncheon on the following Wednesday. The luncheons are nice, because it's good to get out of the house and talk to grown ups and eat and laugh and win stuff. Oh, and there's usually some sort of presentation. I

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Hello everyone! Happy second (or is it 3rd?) day of spring! *Did you know spring is not supposed to be capitalized? I didn't until Indy and I learned about it in his grammar book a few weeks ago. Months and days, yes, please capitalize. Seasons, nope. Wonder why? *You guys really liked my pointless post with towel animals yesterday. It got loads of hits. Who'd have thunk? If you

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I have a whole bunch of photos on my computer to do entire blog posts about in case I have nothing to really blog about. It's a file named "Random blog photos." Today, I had planned to do an entire post about garbage. That's right, garbage. Garbage in Europe is more of a game than anything, because you MUST recycle. We have multiple cans and multiple containers outside for stuff to go it. I took

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Sixteen years ago today James Bond and I were married. SIXTEEN YEARS, people!  Of course if you figure all the time we've been apart because of the military, we've probably only been together 9 or 10 years.  Sometimes it seems like only yesterday that I was nervously walking down the aisle (and getting my heel stuck in a grate on the floor-everyone thought I was just pausing for effect, but in

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For each petal on the shamrockThis brings a wish your way -Good health, good luck, and happinessFor today and every day.~Author Unknown Erin Go Braugh!   Happy St. Patrick's Day to you all!  Indy's second favorite "holiday" of the year has arrived and with it the "Naught Leprechauns."  Oh, those leprechauns!  James Bond was teasing Indy yesterday that he was going to set traps to catch them and

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A Tuesday with interwebs! Huzzah! *Being pregant seriously affect your brain. Seriously. During the early part of pregnancy, I would forget what I was doing in the middle of doing it. I'd get up to get something and then have no idea what it was I was I was going to get!  It gets worse as the pregnancy progresses.  Here are some examples: --I nearly missed my own baby shower because I

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I truly have the most amazing friends! Hoosier Mom and another friend (who we'll call Cutie Mom-because she's cute as a button) threw me a baby shower today and it was awesome!  I was truly overwhelmed.  Hoosier Mom was very worried about making it perfect because I like to throw parties and do so often, but I told her that's just my thing and not to stress because I would be happy with anything.

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If you read yesterday's post, you know I was living in the dark ages on Tuesday and had no internet access. Quelle Horror! Because of this, I could not participate in RTT. Nooooooo!!!! I decided (at the request of a few readers, both through comments and emails) to do a RT THURSDAY. How's that for randoms??? Shablam!  I just blew your mind! *I would like to thank those who emailed me

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Yesterday we had no internet or phone service. Actually, it went out around 5pm the day before, so it was a whole DAY AND A HALF!! OMG, it was like living in 1990! On top of that, my cell was dead and I couldn't find the charger (I have since found it-you know, since I couldn't sit around on the interwebs). It was torture.  My poor little Yuka (that's my computer's name-cause she's Japanese)

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I've been a slacker this year when it comes to seasonal decorating. I did nothing for Valentine's Day and just got around to taking down the winter decor on Saturday (to be fair though, it IS still cold out there). I use the fact that I'm pregnant and tired as an excuse, but let's be real, I'm kind of lazy. I said it. Well, with one of Indy's favorite holidays coming up, I HAD to do

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Oh, happy (random) day! *WHY for the love of all that is holy is Charlie Sheen news? I'm over it. You know he's going to die this year. Let's talk about it then. Or not. *Ditto Lindsey Lohan. *YAY for Colin Firth and The King's Speech on winning their Oscars!  If you haven't seen it yet, you MUST see this movie.  It is amazing and Colin Firth totally deserved his Oscar (plus, hello, he

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This is not the post I planned for today, but one I feel I must write anyway. Frank Buckles, the last surviving American WWI vet passed away on Feb 27 at his home of natural causes. If you've read my blog for a while, you know I have a soft place in my heart for Mr. Buckles. I actually shed a tear or two when I read the news that he was gone. An entire generation of fighting men is forever

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ETA: Linking Up with Serenity Now's Food Post. Recipe at the bottom of all the other craziness. Hello lovely readers! I hope you're all having a wonderful Tuesday. Oh, look at all the pretty randoms! *On Sunday we watched Ratatouille (it was on TV) and Indy said I should make a batch up for dinner one night. I agreed (I'd made it once before and it was good) and set about to find my

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In honor of President's Day (I hope you're enjoying your day off-if you have it off), I thought I'd spend some blog time discussing our much venerated first president, George Washington.  Yes, we all know he was born a farmer's son, became active in government, eventually commanded the Continental Army, was the first president of the US, and that he couldn't lie when he cut down the cherry tree (

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Ah, Valentine's Day! A day to pay twice as much as normal for flowers and big ugly heart shaped boxes of chocolates. Ah, amore! Well, Indy had cooked up a plan with Gigi (my mom) to take us out for dinner and buy me flowers. Indy said this was a very special V-Day as it would be the last one that it was just the 3 of us. Awwwwww..... I got these flowers: And these: Indy told me he looked

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Before I get started today, I have to tell you about a very important birthday.  If you've been around for a while, you may recall me writing about Frank Buckles, the ONLY surviving American vet of WWI. Yes, WW ONE.  Well, today is Mr. Buckles 110th birthday.  Can you imagine?  Holy cow.  Frank Buckles is on a crusade to have a national WWI memorial built in DC (can you believe that we don't

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You may remember my post last week where I wondered how some bloggers get so much done.  My mom thought I was griping, but I wasn't.  I was genuinely curious.  Well, anyway, between crazy contractions (this child wants out!), I actually got something done! Three somethings. Sort of. Since everyone else in blogland is ripping apart old books, I thought, hey, why not? and attacked some old

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*The Superbowl kick off was at 12:30 AM here. I watched until about 5 minutes into the 3rd quarter and went to bed. Fat men (really, many of them are FAT!) making far too much money to play a freaking game. Who cares? *Indy went to bed at his normal time (8:30pm), but we got him up so he could watch the Super Bowl. He doesn't care about football (we're not sports people), but he wanted to

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If you're anything like me, you read a lot of blogs that feature home decor, recipes, sewing and furniture redos. Really, I am in AWE of all these projects and their creators. I want to do so may of them. My big question though is HOW on earth do these women find the time to do so many projects. Yes, I realize there are loads of different blogs, but some of my favorites are absolutely chock a

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Ah, Friday! That day when I get to let out my inner evil. Okay, so my inner evil, isn't really all that inner, as it get let out more often than I keep it in, but you know what I mean. I likes Fridays! On with the letters! Dear Pregnancy, You suck. Sick of you, MIHH Dear Hormones, Please see above letter to Pregnancy. You also suck, and I'm tired of going from one extreme to the

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Do you like popcorn? We do. We LOVE it. We eat it all the time. A few years ago, our microwave was on the fritz so we had to resort to actually popping it on the stove! You know what? It was FANTASTIC. It tasted so much better than the bland over salted, under popped, microwave popcorn we'd gotten used to. Since then we've always popped it on the stove. We've found Orville Redenbacher

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  Wheeeeeeeee!!!!! It's TUESDAY! Huzzah! *From the I can't make this stuff up file: Indy: Mom, what's line dancing? Me: [explanation of line dancing] You've never heard of line dancing before? Indy: I've heard of pole dancing. Me (and James Bond): WHAT? Indy: Yeah, but I don't know what it is. Why would you dance with a pole? Me: Um....*facepalm* James Bond: That's it. No more TV. Ever. *

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You all know by now that I'm pregnant (or if you didn't, you do now), but you probably didn't know that Chiquitita, my neighbor is too!  In fact, she's due in 3 weeks!  I threw here a baby shower today and it was awesome (if I do say so myself-which I totally do).  Her last name is Byrd (I asked if I could put that online and she said sure), so I decided to go with the theme Birds and Bees.  Get

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Oh, Friday.  The day most of the world looks forward to with a passion.  If you're a SAHM though...eh.  It's just another day.  For those new followers (hi!!!!) who might not know. Kat over at 3 Bedroom Bungalow hosts an awesome blog party every Friday where you can write letters to anyone who has annoyed you this week. Dear Girl Scouts, $3.50 for a box of cookies?  Are you kidding?  Yes,

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Well, hello, and welcome to all the bloghoppers! For those of you who don't know, Ann Marie of  Household Diva 6 is a brilliant blogger who thought it would be nice for those of us uncool enough to go not going to Blissdom should have our own little meet and greet.  Isn't she darling?  Yes, yes she is. Anyhoo, the bloghop is to introduce yourself to other bloggers and get to meet them in

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