We stopped in Sweet Water to get gas. Vic took Nanc out to the grassy knoll and I went in to get a bottled water. SO I passed Vic on the way out and assumed that he left the keys in the iginition (where I had left them). When I got there it was locked, so I assumed that he has taken them out. He walked out and saw me sitting on the concrete block next to the pump, just shaking his head. He was floored that I would leave the keys in the car. It made perfect sense to me. Leave them in so when he and Nancy got back in, he could turn it on. He said that I am to NEVER leave the keys in the car when I'm not in it. I grew up in Hobbs. He grew up on Army bases. Duh. I diddent know. Jeeze.

It really wasn't a big deal though, cause we have OnStar. We called their 800 # and they had it remotely unlocked in a jiffy. Technology is neat. If we hadn't had that we would have been in big trouble. We should have taught Nancy to unlock them. She was scared!

Anywho, we are home. Safe and sound. And Misti's house is cute. Her bedroom is a beautiful purple. She did such a good job!

We were supposed to be on the road 30 minutes ago and SOMEONE is still sleeping. I'm showered and packed. I just love going to H-town so much that I leap from my bed to go! It's drill weekend in Lubbock for the Army Reserves. I'm going to get my haircut and hang out with B & K...he's going to be a soldier.

I went to the meeting about being a teacher last night. I think maybe I can do it. But I'm LSC. That's Lacking Self Confidence. Hopefully that will change quickly.

Nancy slept in the floor last night. She's normally a bed hog but I think we are going to try and stop that. I'm tired of not sleeping good because my giant poodle has been ultra comfy all night. Does that make me a bad mother?

This has been the first day that being married is WEIRD. I do believe I've hit the point that I always have denied I'd come to. I came to the puter this morning not to look up movie times, not to float around aimlessly, not even to read to the news or check my mail. I came to the computer this morning to search for tips on making a pot roast. A month ago I would have scoffed at the chance of that EVER happening. But today that is what my life consists of. I packed his lunch, watched the View, and discovered that for the perfect pot roast it's best to brown it on both sides a smige in some oil before adding the water and whatnots. Next? Laundry, a nap, going to the cleaners to get his uniforms, and cooking the roast. I feel like I'm on an old black and white TV show. Not sure if it's Leave It To Beaver or The Twilight Zone....

Went to the G-man for the yearly. I was so anxious I thought that I was going to explode. But I lived through it. Vic went w/ me and then we went to lunch. This was all yesterday, but I was so mentally exhausted that I had to take a nap.

We have been looking for treadmills and we are having issues paying that much for something that most people use as coat racks. But I really think that I will use it. I love to walk, but I hate "outside." Bugs, temperature, neighbors, etc. None for me thanks. So we have been to Sears twice and looked extensively online. We have come to the conclusion that we will start by walking the old fashioned way and if we keep it up for awhile we will reevaluate the need for a treadmill.

We got the weekly newsletter from his NY grandparents that goes out to a good 50 people or so. They were saying that they had been to our wedding in Vegas, welcomed me to the fam., yadda yadda...and then this:

"All in all a good weekend, met some fine western folks."

Is it just me or does anyone else think of Roy Rogers when they think of "western folks." It just makes me want to carry a shot gun, get a new pair of Justin ropers, and spit.

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I went to good ol' Friends of the Family today to beg for a job and no one worth begging was there. So I just sat around, answered the phone, and showed off wedding pictures. I did fill out an application since my name, address, and education level has changed since I was last hired there. I think all they have are shelter positions. I'm not too keen on the idea of chillin at an abused women's shelter...not too pleasant. And $9 an hour is not enough to put up with their crapola. SO from there I went to DCMHMR. That's Denton Co. Mental Health Mental Retardation. I got an application for a "Crisis Intervention Therapist." It's $12.80 an hour and it's more of the intake type job that I like. Just basic peer counseling. Fun stuff. I wanted to fill out the application there, but I seem to have misplaced my driver’s license. I just got it Tuesday and I didn't leave the house yesterday. Where-o-where? SO I'm on the hunt for that now and then I'll take the app. back tomorrow.

Then NEXT Thursday I'm going to the Region 11 "Teacher Preparation Program Meeting." It's the Q&A session about the alternative certification program like Misti went too. It's in Ft. Worth at 5:30 p.m. so traffic will be neat.

So I think that I'll work in the mental health field until next summer when I go to school for 5 weeks to be a teacher and then I'll teach. I hope to get the job at MHMR and make some good friends there so that when I start teaching I can go back and they can treat me. I've always wanted to be a teacher. I was even an education major for a year. Yeah. So it's no big deal that I'm not going to finish my masters right now. Just don't tell anyone, I've not announced it to the fam.

I talked for months about getting married. On here, in real life, in my sleep, everywhere. Then it came and went and I really haven't said much. I'm not sure why; there is SO much to say. But I think above all is that I had more fun than I could have ever imagined.

People were a tad horrified when we moved it to Vegas...If I had a dollar for every time someone said "Is Elvis gona be there?!" I wouldn't have to worry about being unemployed for the next few YEARS! But my wedding weekend met every expectation that I could have ever conjured up in my little bean!

There were friends, family, and neon lights. What else do you need? The people that were there were the ones that I really cared were there. There were a few that should have been there that were not, and there were a few that should have gone back to where they came from (read=Manhattan). Even with some general anxieties about meeting his mother for the first time, seeing his devil great aunt that mailed me a scale a month before the wedding (which I took back to Macy's yesterday...$67.84 baby!), and dealing with most other members of his family...it was wonderful. Ideally it would have been MY friends and MY family...but if his hadn't been there who would I have bitched about?!

So that's it. It was great. It was like all the people that I am close too all had to hang out together for me. And I think that everyone had a good time. I know there were a few incidences, but that's what liquor and lack of sleep does even to the best of us. I'm so glad that Vic and I made the decision to move it, and I am so glad that people supported us and came along for the ride. I felt really lucky to have so many FRIENDS there. They have always been the most important thing to me, they are my chosen family (it just happens that some really are family :))

I also have to note my new friend. Andra is cool. I so enjoyed you hangin out with us and I'm so excited you're bloggin! How come you never came to Lubbock when I lived with M & M? Anyway, thanks for the hair do...and just the general support...for some reason you made me remain calm. Too bad you couldn’t have had the same effect on Misti. I need your address. Will you email it to me? amandathegr8@bemoedee.com :)

I got up at 5:30 a.m. to cook Vic breakfast. You see, his normal work schedule is 7p-7a Fri and Sat and Sun 3-11. By Sunday night he is ready to be at home...that's a lot of hours real quick-like! So because I'm lacking in the job department, he picks up all the extra shifts he can...and this week there was a Sun 11p to 7a open. He took it. He went in for 16 hours straight. And think about an ER on a Sunday night…tons of people trying to get out of work the next day! He's like a little worker ant...amazing. So I thought that I would try out this new wifedom and get up and cook.

Yesterday I broke out the cookbooks and found a recipe for egg & sausage casserole that sounded tasteee and one for French toast. I went to the store and bought all lacking ingredients. Last night I cleaned the kitchen and got everything out and ready to go for my early morning attempt. I also did a few things like "cube" 3 slices of bread for the casserole...anything to save a little time!

By the time I finally went to bed, it was 3 am. And I was so anxious that I would over sleep or not hear my alarm, that I never *really* went to sleep. I had set the alarm for 5:55 (it would have been 5:45, but I had already cubed the bread!) but at 5:30 I threw in the towel and headed "my place." Hee hee. Snort.

I made the casserole first; it had to bake for 40 minutes. It was pretty easy...just browning the meat, beatin the eggs...no biggy. Then came the frickin' toast. My first dilemma came when the list of ingredients included 1/4 a cup of sugar, but then in the instructions the sugar was never added. I freaked. What to do? Call B&K!!! So I called H-town at 6:30 a.m. TX time...in that moment of panic I forgot the time difference. I only lived there 18 years. SO Bob was up, but Kay is the one I really needed. She was thrilled. But we talked it though and decided that I should cross reference other French toast recipes to see if they added sugar to the batter or if the one I was using possibly meant *powered* sugar for a garnish when it listed it in the ingredients. The two others I looked up did indeed include sugar, Mom and I were both relieved!

Next it says to soak the slice of bread for 2 minutes and then put it in the pan. My big question is HOW IN THE HELL IS ONE SUPPOSED TO TRANSFER SOGGY ASS BREAD?! Even my biggest spatula couldn't tackle this job. SO my first piece looked more like a charred ball of mashed potatoes. I would have never thought bread expanded that much!!

That's when Vic arrived. He was thrilled, but he couldn't stop giggling about HIS first piece of toast. The next one got a little better. By the third and final piece, I was a pro. It was perfect. I think it had to do with the butter/oil mixture had all been absorbed by the first 2 attempts...but in any case, third time was a charm. It is, however, a good thing that egg soaked fried bread repulses me, because there wasn't enough for both of us.

The casserole was divine. I impressed both of us :). So we ate, watched a little news, and hit the hay around 8. I've been up since 1...but I could use another nap. I get to wake him up at 4 though, so I am going to try to resist and maybe sleep normal hours tonight.

My wife attempt was overall a success. I do have a tip though. DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT attempt to make French toast in the nude. The grease splatters even more than sausage. Ouch.

We got home to the army's news letter. This is in the opening paragraph:

"I need to keep all soldiers informed that the 40*5th is probably as close to having soldiers mobilized as possible. There are numerous rotations which will be taking place within the next few months, and this tells me that we should anticipate a call in the near future."

Vic's in the 40*5th. Neat. Welcome back to reality.

So yeah, it seems fitting that I'm on my honeymoon and I stopped by the hotel library to check the boxes. We haven't left the hotel, and for the most part haven't left the room. But we have had a wonderful time, don't have disentary, and are both well baked. I'm ready to come home though, we both miss Nance soooooooooooooooo much. We land at 4 tomorrow and should be home by 6ish.

The phone lines should be tied up though, Kay has already called HERE twice today. Ha ha.

Hung over. Plane delayed an hour. Luggage lost. Supposed to get home at 7 and just walked in.

BUT I HAD SOOOOOOO MUCH FUN!!!! YEAH FOR FUN!!!!

Anyway, I have to wash a load of clothes and hit the sack. NOW. Must sleep.

I'm married. Weird.

HEY BABY!!!!!!!

Let's go to Vegas! Kiss the single life GOOD-BY-HI!

I'm procrastinating. I don't want to pack. I hate packing. I want Vic to pack for me, but then I might end up in camoflauge. But I do want to go to Vegas. So that I can drink, smoke, and be married. Drink Smoke Drink Smoke Drink Smoke Srink Dmoke Srink Dmoke.

I'm wild. I guess I've always been wild. I just wasn't married until now.

Ha ha.

Ok, I'll see you in Sin City. At the Alter.

(the above was the email that I just sent to J-Ko.)

Don't bother seeing One Hour Photo. It's a neat story of a pitiful little man, but it's really not entertaining much at all. I considered a nap, but I had bought some jelly belly beans at Albertson's just before the movie so I entertained myself with a game of "guess what flavor."