Because I'm a girl...

Because I'm a girl, Addison has come to me for relationship advice. I know, he's 9 years old, and wants my take, as a girl, on his love life.

He had a girlfriend for a long time, even though I'm pretty sure they didn't even talk to each other, but that's how they roll in fourth grade.

He told his girlfriend last week that he thinks they "should see other people." His words exactly, I almost peed my pants when he told me that but managed to keep a straight face. This is serious stuff, folks.

Addison decided he wanted to ask out another girl in his class, and is very nervous about it. She lives up the street, so he made three separate papers asking her out in different ways. He is too chicken to go put one in her mailbox.

Yesterday she was rollerblading around the neighborhood and Addison said he asked her out, and she just smiled and walked away. He's been grilling me ever since then, asking me what it meant, because I'm a girl, so I would know.

"Maybe she's really shy?" I offered. It wasn't good enough for him so he's still pestering me, asking me about when I was young and how we did the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing.

Son, I told him, I didn't have a real boyfriend until 8th grade, and if I could remember 21 years ago how we got "asked out" I'd be more than happy to tell you.

And so it goes...

Because I'm jaded...

Because I'm jaded, I'm not really looking forward to going back to Savannah tomorrow. We already went and looked at houses, made an offer, and had a horrific time of it (Thanks again, DR Horton, you asshat company).

I'm trying to remain optimistic, because honestly, time is running out and we need to find a house. I'm not desperate for a house, but it would be nice to find one that fits most of our criteria. We're not looking for a dream house, we're only living there for a few years, but we would like to enjoy it while we're there.

So, back to the grindstone Saturday morning. I'm excited to meet our real estate agent and talk some Sox. I'm not happy to spend my Saturday going house to house instead of watching college football from the couch.

I'm trying, I really am. To be jaded this early in the whole real estate experience doesn't bode well for anyone. Time for me to change my mindset to that of a genteel Southern gal (hey, I did say At-lanna the other day) from the Masshole attitude I usually have.

Because I'm mean...

Because I'm mean, I often make fun of my dog, Baby. She's a 12-pound Silky Terrier, and to put it nicely, her cuteness makes up for her lack of brains.

She's not terribly stupid, but after Bessie, our first daughter, a Black Lab mix, any dog seems stupid.

Baby has proven me wrong today though. She's a regular Lassie-loyal to her boy, no matter what.

Every morning, I jokingly tell Baby that she can't go to school with Addison. She stands at the door and watches as he walks away with his friend and cries. Ok, cute, I know, but yesterday she surprised me.

When Addison opened the door to go, Baby dashed outside, ready to go to school with the boy. She tried it again this morning.

I owe you an apology, Baby, but you still can't go to school.

Because I'm sick...

Because I'm sick and feel like crap, I want to share a picture:



In the recliner is my grandfather, Big Daddy (real name Albert) and my son, Addison Albert. I am so grateful to have been able to see Big Daddy two weeks before he passed away. I'm still in denial that he's gone, and it still hurts every day.

Even though he had some bad days, my mom said that he was feeling good that day. He even had a Bud Light, so of course I did too.

I'm not a life coach obviously, but I like to be reminded to let people know who matter to me how important they are in my life. Make it one of those days, don't let it be too late to let those you love know it. Life's too short.

Back to Square One (Friggin MoFo's)

Because if I wrote here everything that has transpired in the last week, anyone reading this would have to take a couple breaks and probably stop reading, I will wrap this all up very neatly.

We retracted the offer on the house. Five days of waiting and getting jerked around? Sorry, this girl only takes so much before she starts biting back. It's the Irish fire in me. Mess with me, I will mess right back with you, and even harder. It's the way I roll and it seems to work pretty well.

I don't want to name names (DR Horton Builders) but needless to say, the price offered on the house wasn't even the correct one. I can see why the builders-who-shall-remain-nameless are in the middle of a management change.

So, the Nash family is going to invest more time and money into househunting, hopefully next weekend. Oh, and yes, it will be with a new real estate agent also. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. NEXT!!!!!

There are angels out there...

I've been wrapped up in all this house crap that for just a few minutes I need to take a break from it and write about something else.

I've mentioned Twitter before, and today I started "following" a lady who goes under the name inspiremetoday. She sent me a message thanking me for being a military spouse and sent me a link to her blog with a very inspiring post.

Basically, she wrote a song for her daughter, and it became a hit. I listened to the song on the blog site, and immediately started crying.

Being a military spouse is no picnic, but, that being said, we also have women like Gail Goodwin who recognize us and even write songs about us. It humbles me, and it makes me feel good that there are those out there who not only support our military men and women, but us spouses also.

I don't seek out recognition for being a military spouse. It's who I am. In the same vein, my husband doesn't go around bragging about who he is and what he's accomplished in his time in the Army. I will sometimes do that for him (Best Ranger '04, three Bronze Stars, rank of master sergeant at 13 years of service-sorry Adam, but someone's gotta do it-you're a rock star!)

My mom has told me it's always harder on the person left behind. While I understand this, I also think being in a foreign country where your life is on the line everyday is harder. I really have no clue as to what Adam has done overseas. Just knowing that his tours of duty aren't over have prevented me from asking. We've made a deal though-on his retirement day, he's going to tell me everything he's done and isn't going to stop talking until I know everything.

Then I plan on getting him to write a book or screenplay or something-I know it's got to be that good!

Here is the link to the blog post:
http://www.inspiremetoday.com/gail/2008/10/inspiremetoday-brings-inspiration-to-iraq/

Cross Your Fingers, cross your toes

My life has come to a standstill. We made an offer on a house Sunday morning. We are still waiting to hear back. Last I heard was that it was going desk to desk, because it's an offer to a builder, and three people make their comments on the offer then they all vote on it. Who knew? Not this girl.

Anyway, it's killing me. I hate waiting. Have no patience, never have. My back is all tense and my stomach is in knots. I've barely ate the last two days.

I was told we should know something in the morning. At this point, I'll be glad to hear something, anything, so please keep us in your thoughts and prayers that it all works out.

I'll post more once we hear something and figure out what we're going to do. Until then, I can't even think to write anything else.