Happy Birthday!

Monday, the 28th of Feburary is my mother's birthday. Well, not exactly that day. She was born on leap year. There's only two times in the year that gets me sad. This will be one of those days.

I really wish she was alive so I can go celebrate her birthday with her. But life is cruel and no one gets out of it unscathed. Well anyways, all I'm trying to say is HAPPY BIRTHDAY mom! I hope in heaven you get a big cake with a lot of candles!

There's a song by Steve Werner called Holes in The Floor of Heaven. When I had a tennis game in high school I thought of this song, thinking that there were holes up there and she was watching. Or when I got married, she was up there, watching her little girl's wedding. And when I gave birth she was up there, crying for joy because I gave her a beautiful grandson.

How I wish that she were here to see how much her kids have grown up. We have families of our own, we accomplished a lot in our lives. All I want her to see is that her kids have the lives that she couldn't possibly dream of. In the good way of course.

I love you mom. Happy birthday to you!

Here's that song.

Happy Valetine's Day

The big day has come. Many men are going to be sweating all day trying to get their loved ones a Valentine's Day gift. Usually I don't celebrate it. I have come to an agreement with my self that all this day is for is for the candy companies, and the card companies to get richer off of us poor folk.

Now that I'm married, however, my husband I agreed that we will celebrate it. We agreed that this time of the year, we will be thankful for what the other one has done all year long.

What has my husband done for me this year? Well, he works and pays the bills. Which I am exceedingly grateful for. Once I got out of the military, I haven't had to lift a finger at another job. Even though most of you will probably agree that a stay at home mom is a full time job without medical benefits and usually without days off. It would be even more difficult if I had to work on top of it.

Not once has my husband got onto me about not having a job or what not. He understands that my life is crazy with just raising our son. I know some people would demand that their wife go back to work. If you think about it, the days where one partner works and the other stays at home with the kids is long gone. Not in this economy can you do that. But my husband is a sweetheart. He doesn't complain about it.

And he knows that the next few years are going to be ever hard for us. He's getting out which means we both will have to look for jobs. You know what he offered though? That when he gets out, he will find a full time job while I go to college until after I get through the nursing program, that way it wouldn't be so hard on me to go to college and work at the same time. How awesome is that? Then, after I get done with all my college and get employed as a nurse, he will do the stay at home thing while going to college.

My only regret is that I can't get him something nice for Valetine's. The only thing I could think of was to let him relax yesterday on his last day off for the weekend. So I packed my child in the car, grabbed my friend, and we went mall cruising for awhile. My husband told me that was the best gift I could give him. Usually I just leave the baby with him and split because I want time away from the kid. Yesterday though, I let him have some time off.

I can't believe how much my life has changed. Last Valentine's Day, I was alone and pregnant. I slept through most of the day that day. Seeing as how it was a Sunday, I didn't want to do anything. Now though, I have a child, and my husband and I are finally living together. It's a beautiful life!

Cloud 9

I feel like I'm on Cloud 9 right now. Why you ask? Let me explain.

So I got out of the military about seven months ago, wanting to go to college. It took that long, and many colleges later, to finally find the college right for me. It was a headache, don't get me wrong. Sometimes I felt like I wasn't going to be able to go to college for what I wanted. And sometimes I felt like I wasted my life in the military because some of the VA reps and various colleges were yanking me around.

Then, as I was talking to my sister, almost giving up hope, she told me about Everest. She recommended me to call them and just talk to them about what I wanted to do and see if they had something to offer. It took me a couple of minutes to get my courage up to play ring around the rosy with yet another college before making that call.

I'm glad I did though. Not only did they had what I wanted, the staff were real professional and nice. Not one got mad at me because my baby demanded my attention, not one got mad because I had "too many" questions. As soon as I opened my mouth and told them I was a veteran, the guy put me on the phone with the VA reps working there.

And let me tell you, it was a relief off my back. They all knew how to help me with the benefits and applying for college. And that is worth more weight in gold. I had some college tell me that they do accept the benefits, but don't know how to help me with them. I had some VA reps from other colleges either didn't want to be bothered, not show up for the appointments, or told me flat out that I had to pay out of pocket for now until they can get my stuff approved because it was going to take a while.

Like I said, a headache. But not with this college. And I am glad. Also they acted like distant friends that you haven't seen in awhile. I know, weird analogy, but that's what it felt like to me.

All I have to say is, if you are wanting to go back to college, give these guys a call. They will help you or help you find someone that can help  you.

I just hope that my mom is proud of me. I can see the thumbs up and smile on her face. Not just because I am pursuing a degree, but because of everything else. I have a loving family, and a loving set of in-laws.

Also, I realized that through the first year of our marriage, my husband and I learned to grow together. We don't get into as many fights as we did once upon a time. Also, we grew more in love with each other. I love my husband. I doubt he or my child will ever know the true extent of my love for both of them.

Sunday Mornings...

I hate Sunday mornings. Why? I hate them because it's the day before the start of the week day. That's why. Oh but I shouldn't hate the week day starting right? Well, no, I shouldn't. But when you drive your husband to work in the mornings at the butt crack of dawn every morning, then in the afternoon come pick him up, you would too.

Also crazy thought for this morning. Why does my husband get to stay up as long as he wishes and sleep in for as long as he likes? I mean don't get me wrong, I can stay up as long as I wish at night. That's not the problem. The problem lies in who wakes up. Because it won't be my husband. Hell, he'll go so far as to PRETEND to sleep so he doesn't have to get up. When will I be able to sleep in? Oh wait, no there are days when he lets me sleep in. But he doesn't want to deal with the baby, so he ignores him when he cries. So in the end, I have to get up anyways.

Well, today is the Super Bowl. The Steelers vs. the Green Bay Packers. Frankly, I could care less. I don't watch it. Why? Because I can't get sports on my T.V. My husband isn't into it much. Oh well. What can you do?

I wish everyone a happy Sunday. I got to deal with my child and clean the house for the one millionth time.