Sunday, June 28, 2009

The Little Tooth That Never Could!

When it comes to pulling teeth in our house, well let's just say it's like the phrase "pulling teeth"! Aaron has pretty much always had a deathly fear of pulling teeth. Me being the person that I am, I just say pull it and wait for the tooth fairy, I mean who couldn't use a few bucks under their pillow???? Well, his top front teeth have been loose for months now. That is not an exaggeration at all! I am pretty sure they have been loose since Mike left for Iraq, that was in January!! So everyday I threaten bribe Aaron with things. A special treat, a "I heard the Tooth Fairy leaves double on Wednesday's", I've tried everything! Yes, that is to include holding him down!! No luck! Let's just say I'm not too concerned that he will easily give into peer pressure! Well, Friday came and this was the site~~

Now, as you can see this tooth is holding on for dear life! I swear that tooth was 2x longer than the other one! What a MESS! Saturday the boys stayed with a friend for a while, when I came to pick them up this is what I saw~~

All I can say is~~~ Thank Goodness knees are sometimes made to knock a loose tooth out!

Monday, June 22, 2009

Last stop in DC, Next stop Germany...

Well, it's official, we found out last week that in October we will be going to Germany. We are so excited!! Mike will be an Airman Leadership School Commandant. We will be there for three years. The boys are so excited~~and I must say I am too! :) So now starts a busy few months for us. Of course like everyone else that lives here we will try and cram all the sites that we have wanted to see for the past 3 years, into a 2 week period. Hopefully once we get to Germany we will start traveling so that we can "see the world". We feel so blessed that we will have the chance to show the boys a little bit of another country. As excited as we are, we are so sad, we have made such wonderful friends here in DC, and will be so sad to leave!!!

Sunday, June 7, 2009

A Peek At My Garden...

Just a few peeks at my garden....

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Yes, I am from Louisiana!

Yes, I'm from Louisiana and so proud of it. I had a blast growing up there. I must say I can relate to almost everything on this list...With Mike in the military and us living places I never thought I would, it makes me appreciate the "Good Old Louisiana Life" that much more!

You know you're from South Louisiana if...

You can properly pronounce Lafayette, Bossier, Natchitoches, Opelousas, Shongaloo, Pontchartrain, Ouachita, and you know that New Orleans doesn't have a long "e" sound anywhere in it.
You think people who complain about the heat in their states are sissies.
A tornado-warning siren is your signal to go out in the yard and look for a funnel.
You know that the true value of a parking space is not determined by the distance to door but by the availability of shade.
You cringe every time you hear an actor with a Southern or Cajun accent in a "New Orleans-based" movie or TV show.
You measure distance in minutes.
You listen to the weather forecast before picking out an outfit.
Someone you know has used a football schedule to plan their wedding date.
You aren't surprised to find movie rental, ammunition, beer, and bait all in the same store.
A Mercedes Benz isn't a status symbol, a Chevy Silverado Extended Bed Crew Cab Truck is
You know everything goes better with Tony's or Tabasco.
You actually get these jokes.
You are 100% Louisianan if you have ever had this conversation:"You wanna coke?""Yeah.""What kind?""Dr Pepper."
You have ever had to switch from heat to AC in the same day.
You use "fix" as a verb. Example: "I am fixing to go to the store."
All the festivals across the state are named after a fruit, vegetable, insect, or mammal.
You know only four spices: salt, pepper, Tabasco, and Tony's
The local newspaper covers national and international news on one page, but requires six pages for local gossip and sports.
You know all four seasons: Almost summer, summer, still summer, and Christmas.
You know whether another Louisianian is from New Orleans, North Louisiana, or South Louisiana as soon as they open their mouth.
You describe the first cool snap (below 70 degrees) as good gumbo weather.
Fried catfish is the other white meat.
You reinforce your attic to store Mardi Gras beads.
Your sunglasses fog up when you step outside.
Your ancestors are buried above the ground.
You take a bite of five-alarm chili and reach for the Tabasco.
You sit down to eat boiled crawfish and your host says, "Don't eat the dead ones," and you know what he means.
You don't learn until high school that Mardi Gras is not a national holiday.
You push little old ladies out of the way to catch Mardi Gras beads.
Little old ladies push YOU out of the way to catch Mardi Gras beads.
You leave a parade with footprints on your hands.You believe that purple, green, and gold look good together.
Your last name isn't pronounced the way it's spelled.
You know what a nutria is but you still pick it to represent your baseball team.
No matter where else you go in the world, you are always disappointed in the food.
Your town is low on the education chart, high on the obesity chart and you don't care because you're No. 1 on the party chart.
You know that Tchoupitoulas is a street and not a disease.
Your grandparents are called "Maw-Maw" and "Paw-Paw."
Your Santa Claus rides an alligator and your favorite Saint is a football player.
You have to reset your clocks after every thunderstorm.
When it starts to rain, you cover your beer instead of your head.
You eat dinner out and spend the entire meal talking about all the other good places you've eaten.
You know what is meant by K&B purple.
You know what it means for food to come 'dressed' 'ax' for things...
When you ask people where they went to school, they answer with their high school.
You save newspapers, not for recycling but for tablecloths at crawfish boils
Drive-thru daquiris -- it's not drinking and driving until you put the straw in.
You stand on the neutral ground at parades and have no idea what a 'median' is.