Because I'm proud...

I usually try not to blog too much about Addison, my 9-year-old son, because I know if I start reading someone's blog and it's all about their kids, I automatically start zoning out. No offense to their kids and their love of their kids, but I'm not a kid person and really don't want to read about their life as a mom. Call me a bitch, that's fine, because I usually am one.

But, today, I'm so proud of my boy. His teacher called to let me know about his progress (straight A's, gets along with all the other kids, he's great, yada yada yada-I don't expect anything less from him but am also tickled pink he's awesome). Towards the end of the conversation, she let me know how Addison gave her a small wake-up call.

She said that every morning, when they say the Pledge of Allegiance, she thinks it's so great how Addison stands so ramrod still, just like a Soldier. She realized she had pretty much just been mouthing through the Allegiance, not really thinking about it, but since seeing Addison and how serious he was about it, it gave her pause and now she takes it to heart every day.

I told her how when Addison was younger, whenever the Star-Spangled Banner came on TV (usually every weekend, since we're redneck NASCAR lovers), he would stand up, salute and sing the song.

It makes me proud to have a child who reveres our country and our flag. Yeah, he's a military child, but he enjoys it and knows what his father does and had done for our country-that makes him proud. Me too, obviously, but that's for a different day.

Because It's been too long...

Dear Blog,

I know I've neglected you lately. I had so much fun writing on you for over the past year. But lately the postings have been few and far between. Why? Because, since I moved, I have become very boring.



Remember the post I wrote about needing a hobby sometime last year? I'm feeling like that again. I'm torn - do I commit myself to being a housewife, or really try to explore my options? And by options, I mean actually considering myself a writer and then marketing myself online?

I feel so pretentious saying I'm a writer. Who isn't these days? There are blogs by the buttload, and everyone is a "social media" expert. I've never considered myself a writer, because I'm my own worst critic. Did I make money as a writer at one point? Yup, because I had a job at a military newspaper, so all things considered, I guess that qualifies.

If I want to do more than scrub sinks and fold laundry all day, I guess it's time to get out there. By out there, I mean the Internet world. I'm a homebody who worries obsessively about my son, and God forbid what would happen if I wasn't home when he was. I'm a freak, I know, Blog, but that's how I roll.

So, Blog, I will touch base with you as much as possible. I forget how much I like to write until I'm talking to you again.

Because I moved...

Because I moved, I miss my friends. I miss being able to walk across the street and see my friend and her family. I know I will be friends with my two girls no matter where I am, but now that I'm across the state, the calls and texts have gotten fewer and farther between.

I don't know a soul here besides Adam and Addison. I haven't met one neighbor yet. I appreciate that they're not all up in my bidness, but a nice "Hello, I'm so-and-so, nice to meet you" would be nice. I'm not very outgoing or friendly either, so I can also blame myself.

It's gotten a little lonely. Adam has been in-processing and Addison is at school, so it's just me and the dogs all day. I'm sure that after enough time I'll find something to do with myself besides clean. Any suggestions would be nice!

I'm loving the house, I love the area, but I miss my friends. Applications in the Savannah area for friends are now available!

Because it's been awhile...

I really thought I had gotten into the swing of things since moving 10 days ago. It feels like a lifetime since we've been here, because the days fly by as Adam and I work hard to make our house a home. I'll think something is done and then realize, why the hell did I put the paper plates and holders on the top shelf of the "not used everyday" cabinet?

I had been blogging everyday before the move, and yeah, I understood I would be busy after moving, but day-um Gina, it's been a whirlwind. I really feel for the military families that move every few years, and am very thankful this is our first move after almost 13 years.

That said, I miss my friends, but I don't miss Fort Benning and Columbus. I love my new house. It's cute. It's fun. And we're making great progress. I posted pictures of it on Facebook, and already realized the master bedroom looks nothing like it did a few days ago when I took the picture. Yellow walls? Gone. They were just too sunny for my pessimistic personality. New bedding? Check. Thank you, Wally World, for actually having really nice bedding (Better Homes & Garden) for a good price. Adam is currently putting up crown molding, and I'm really hoping it turns out okay, since he's been at it for hours now.

Addison is liking school and I'm liking the uniforms. I washed and ironed all of his clothes (blue or khaki pants, blue or white collared shirts) and hung them in his closet for the week.

That's it for now. More cleaning and organizing beckons me. Not really, but if I wrote everything we've done in the last week you would have stopped reading about two paragraphs in.