Little - Big News

This time last year my world changed in a few unexpected ways.  

Read this - then this - for a refresher course on peanut butter pies, frozen sperm, and a bloody massacre.  Sounds a bit bizarre but bare with me... take a peek!  I promise it won't be gross.

This time this year, my world is changing in a L I T T L E - B I G  way!

The Lingo: Soup Sandwich

The word of the day is SOUP SANDWICH.

Go ahead, visualize a soup sandwich.  Close your eyes and take a bite.  Pretty messy huh!  That is what a soup sandwich is, messy.  A soup sandwich can be described as a situation that's messed up to the F'ed up.

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I often hear the term used when the dear Hubby is calling to let me know that he'll be home late.  It often comes in sentences like this one... "This whole day has been a soup sandwich".  

Shotgun Under My Pillow

When we first moved into the house, the Hubby was working nights and I was one scared little wife once the sun set.  I swear dark corners creaked in the night.  Even the ice cubes emptying into the tray in the freezer made me jumpy.  Sensor lights on the outside of the house turned on as the neighborhood cats walked by… as cars drove by… as other lights set off the sensor… and as dangerous men tried to break in to hurt me.  Yikes!  With each time the light went off my heart jumped out of my chest.  I remember staring out the windows as I hid terrified of seeing someone out there.  It’s funny now but I was terrified.

Trying to sleep alone in an unknown house with unknown dangers was no easy task.  Sure I had my dog, Scooby, but would he protect me?  We’d only had him for about a month and I wasn’t sure he even knew who I was.  I was still getting comfortable with him.  To make things worse I had nightmares that someone was hurting me and Scooby was frozen with fear.    

The Acronym ~ L.E.O.

In this business a LEO is a Law Enforcement Officer.  

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Sleeping with a cop

After being out of town for the past two weekends, camping and then a wedding, I was really looking forward to coming home to act like a little old lady who goes to bed by 9 and is asleep by 10.  Instead the LEO life took over once more... 

Sunday Night: 13 text messages and phone calls (all after midnight!).

Monday Night: 2 text messages, 1 call (some random butt dialing), showered and got ready somewhere around 3 a.m, came back an hour and a half later to unload his pockets ever so LOUDLY on the nightstand.  SERIOUSLY, the keys were tossed on to the wooden surface.  And since I'd rolled over to his side of the bed, he didn't wake me ever so gently as I would've done to him (although I probably would've just slept on the other side).  No!  Instead his urgency to get to sleep means I get SHOVED over.  Excuse me!!!   

I say it's time to move out!  ...out of the bedroom that is!!!  

Bloody Massacre

It's been a while my friends.  A lot has happened but let me update you on how I broke the news to that OH!-so-poetic husband of mine that we had in fact been pregnant and had a miscarriage.  Click HERE for more details.

As you can imagine, the day the bleeding started was a sad day.  I left work a little early and waited for him to come home.  I sat on the couch, and waited.

He came home.  Kiss, kiss, and off he went to his reading corner, the bathroom.  Although I had already sat there for an hour or so, I still didn't know how to bring it up.  My mind slowly and lethargically raced to find the words to use.

Upon his return, he asked the most carefully worded question of his life...thus far!