Saturday, February 26, 2011

Stopping to smell the roses

I don't know about most of you, but my day usually starts early.  Matter fact much earlier than I like but I'm one of those up with the chickens and to bed with the chickens kind of gal.  After shutting off the annoying alarm clock I slowly and painfully climb out of my bed with thoughts of the day's actitivies rapidly moving thru my brain.  Setting into our morning routine I remember my Aunt Liz is having surgery today and I quickly whisper a prayer for her to be watched over. 

I adore my family.  We may fight like cats and dogs amongst ourselves, but that's ok, we can do that.  No one else can, but we can.  Get Aaron off to school and I remember I have to go an official ceremony this morning so off to the shower I go, grabbing my cigarettes and coffee on my way up the stairs.  I get all dressed and ready because today is pretty special and I want to look nice and off I go with the hubby.  Driving across Wheeler to Schofield I'm once again struck by the beauty of Hawai'i.  I seen a lady walking her baby in the stroller, birds playing in the grass as we drove by the Chapel.  I could hear the music playing outside of HHC as the soldiers were setting up for the ceremonies on Sill Field as vendors hustled quickly close by to start off their morning.  As we pulled up to Sgt Smith Theater the warmth of smiles reached me before the cries of hello and I thought to myself....this is the real beauty of life. 

I kissed and hugged my husband goodbye and wished him well as he left to start his day in classes and I proceeded into the theater.  I love the sight of all the service members dressed so sharp and crisp in their Class B's and family members with looks of excitement and pride shining so bright.  As the morning progressed I took in each and every word each speaker contributed and was deeply humbled by everyones genuine desire and respect of the other.  Like a sponge I soaked in every message and was empowered to take charge!  What an amazing morning and I was happy to share in such an experience. 

Later throughout the day I had the best conversation with my mom and was again reminded of her infinite wisdom and never ending love and kindness.  Each passing year as I grow older my admiration grows for this woman I proudly call Mother.  Oh to aspire to be such a soul.  Part of what drives me now is that one day not to make up for any heartache caused in the past, but to reach a level of such a great lady as the example that never gave up on me. 

The evening only grew better as we visited with a friend from Ft. Bragg, whispered with my girlfriend who made me secretly smile as she told her joys of R and R.  My thoughts are with another as well as I think of their family and paths they now find themselves on and all the day long the thought kept running thru my mind of how happy I felt.  I was actually smelling the roses and for once they smelled beautiful. 

Friday, February 25, 2011

Getting your snatch..snatched

So once a month I host this group called game time gals where we get together with our appetizers, competitive spirits and conversational topics that have no boundaries.  Trust me this group is not for the weak of heart or mind.  If your easily offended or sensitive, seek out the scrapbook club. I'm just saying.   

Not a hairy cherry!
So tonight out of no where, our gal pal Felicia (sorry girlfriend-had to put it out there) lets us in on the secret: she braved the Brazilian wax. Ugh that's not on my bucket list.  I'll take shark diving again any day over someone spatula's hot wax over my vajay-vajay and then ripping it off in sheer pleasure any day!  Anyway she was very detailed in explaining the process to those of us with shocked looks on our faces.  C'mon now surely you knew that military wives do crazy things to and we talk about it as well. I mean it's how we keep our sanity.  An occasional 1,2, 3, get that hair off of me with a shot of scotch.  I'm not really sure which surprised me more.  The fact that our friend bravely and solely took on this adventure.  That we all had a thousand questions or simply that we just fell out.  Because trust me with all the questions we asked and jokes we cracked, I assure you there's not a single one of us that will be running to the salon tomorrow to get our snatch snatched!  True Story. Did you know that your hair growth had to be at least a 1/4 inch long?  Who measures that shit. Is there a sight comparison chart or a ruler involved.  I can't believe this is an actual career field. 

Turns out it's actually a 45 minute or longer process beginning with the application of the numbing cream to the ripping cry of pain finalized with the humiliating plucking of those last few stubborn hairs.  Bonus for not screaming like a bitch you receive a complimenting facial before they trim your tree.  Paging Edward Scissorhands, paging Edward Scissorhands.  Just when you think you've seen, heard and felt it all you suddenly hear a voice that says.....

Here's the deal....flip and squeal

Yep, I said it.  Not only do you get your glorious vajay vajay waxed to your designer delights, your backtabulous backdoor is violated as well.  Here's my stance on that.  If your going to invade my space as such you better pull my hair, whisper in my ear and buy me a steak dinner too because a free facial just isn't going to cut it.  My hat's off to Felicia and everyone before her that has tried this process that supposedly last for eight weeks.  I, personally, after once trying a home wax with my girlfriend will never trespass into that foreign procedure ever, ever again. Not sir, not me.  I'll leave that to the bold and brave.  The only trauma I'll expose my privates to again is if I color my hair again,....I'll dye my snatch to match.  Rip on evil ones.   I cannot even begin to imagine how to top this conversation next month.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

The Devil's beating his wife!

So what a great month February has been!  Valentines Day, Winter Gala with 45th STB and shark diving.  For those who didn't know, when Brian, Aaron and I moved to Hawaii we made a pact that at least two weekends a month we would do something on the island.  Take on a new adventure, learn something new and experience the culture and mingle with the people.  This way we learn everything we can and take a little with us when we go and perhaps leave a little with Hawaii when we go as well! 

Oahu has so much to offer ranging from hikes of all skill ranges to sitting in the local park watching the roller derby.  You only have to get out and seek out your adventure.  One of our all time favorite things is watching the whales from November to March, something you never get tired of seeing.  If you wish to check out our favorite vendor just visit Star of Honolulu for great rates and tour dates.  Lunch or breakfast if optional and each cruise includes Hawaiian cultural fun things to do such as Lei making and learning the hula!

My all time favorite by far has been our recent adventure....the shark cage!  Hosted by we had a blast.  These guys Joe and Captain Dave made sure we had a great time.  The cage is already set and anchored in the water and because the crab boats dump their bait and stuff out there the sharks are already use to the sound and vibration of the motor and no need to bait the waters.  When we pulled up to the cage.....the sharks immediately started circling.  Talk about exciting and spooky at the same time.
This is a must do while on Oahu whether your vacation or recently moved here or stationed here.  5 stars all the way. 

We all had a great time at our military ball-Winter Gala.  While I'm really not what you would call a girly girl, I will admit I do love the occasional opportunity to dress up and step out of the normal shorts and t-shirt into some makeup and high heels.  Who doesn't!
Hehe, my gal pal Stacy and I with our diva's on.  I found it extremely amusing that night that so many people didn't recognize me and the double takes they were doing.  What does that say.  Hmn Confucius never said anything about that!

Oh well, spent a productive morning at the Thrift shop with just myself and I.  Emptied the shed and sorted thru donations so that Grandma won't have a terrible work load in the morning.  That crazy woman is out parasailing today with Kim and the kids and the heavens have opened up and started pouring rain.  Ha where I grew up we called that the devil beating his wife because if the sun was shining while raining...that's what was going on..  it's a southern thang.  You'd just have to know it to understand it! 

Anyhow-peace peeps and keep it real!  Candice out!