We are a Little Bit Crazy

Living on a base is very different than normal civilian life.  

I can't go anywhere without

my ID.  I have to go by military police/

guards every time I leave/enter the base.  I have

to show my ID to do anything on the base.

There is this sense of camaraderie amongst

all the soldiers. 

Everyone walks in step with one another

even when they are not in uniform.

If you listen closely you hear people chanting

all the time as they walk around the base.

If you don't hear that, you hear trumpets.

Add to this life in a hotel, and

well life is just different.

Here are a few of the many things we

do differently here.

Smoothies are normal at home, but since

we have been here we have been putting all

kinds of weird supplements in.

It is nice to have other soldiers who are all crazy

health conscious and let us know about strange

things like adding chlorophyl to our water.

And this stuff.  It makes our smoothies have

a horrible grey color, and gives them a very,

ahem, grassy taste.  The things we do for

probiotics.  

Date night has consisted of us giving O a 

PB&J sandwich for dinner and tucking her in bed

a half hour early so we can eat our own dinner 

together, and catch up.

I dislike microwaves, but until we get home

it's the way we make popcorn.  Oh yes,

and I really have to be in the mood because for

whatever reason the bags have been tearing.

It is pretty typical for my daughter

to pretend to be a turtle as we go

collect laundry.  She did this before we

came out to the base, but at home there

isn't a 100 yard walk to get laundry.

Every time I see things I like at stores, I take a photo.

It would be silly for me to buy home decor things

here, but I have suddenly become crazy obsessed interested

with home decor.  Now, I have a file filled with all kinds of 

pretty stuff.  I have this hunch that I will return to my 

normal state once I get home.

Skinks are all over the place here.  

They are weird little animals. 

O gives a blood curdling scream each time she sees one.

They are always staring at me.

Weird.

I needed to use a screwdriver.  

I knew there was some sort of screwdriver in 

this 52-in-1 gadget the hubs always carries around.  

I could not get this things open for the life of me.  

I ended up taking a photo and sending it to my husband 

and dad asking how to open the thing up.  

Ridiculous.

Just give me a screwdriver, not a contraption with 50

other parts.  I miss our regular tools.

For Mother's day, my daughter made me a

beautiful bouquet of flowers. 

We eat frozen yogurt all the time.

It is everywhere in this state.

We also eat out a whole lot more

than we ever used to.

If I want to see the back of my head/hair I have to use

my phone.  I miss mirrors placed in the correct location!

My daughter has found Every. Single. Nook. And.

Cranny. In. This. Space.

Everyone.  She is always hiding.

Bowling and taking goofy photos

while bowling is becoming a weekly thing.

Hello, Tuesday $1 bowling day.

We went out with some other ladies

and got pedicures.  In my normal life

this would never happen.  Ever.

O loved it.

I take pictures of myself and send them to my

mom, to ask if I match.  Yep.  I miss my

mom being close by to ask random questions.

I also sent her my progress on my blanket.

The OCD in me wants to have the colors

lined up.  In Order.

I know it will look better if it's more

random, but it is seriously hard for me

to do that.

My daughter sees me taking pictures of 

random things all day long, so she thinks

it's normal to do this.  Here is her hand.

A clay cave with baby Jesus inside.

Self-Portrait.

O thinks it is awesome we have a peephole

in the door.  She has stood there for quite some

time, letting me know if people walk by.

We sound a little creepy as I write this.

Daddy / Daughter activities include making a tank.

I bought one of those wood kits from Michaels last year.

I opened it up, saw the crazy simplistic yet complicated

directions, and immediately put it away.  Daddy tackled it.

I am not an engineer.  I am pretty sure this activity labeled

ages 5+ is for engineers.  Or Dads.

Ahhh!

Yes, I fed my daughter a popsicle at 9 in the

morning when we went on a walk to collect leaves,

to bring back to our hotel, 

which ended up getting crumbled up 

and all over the floor, 

and made the housekeeping mad.