I am in awe of people who live through hardship graciously and without malice toward other humans in their life. I would never call my life a hardship, and yet, people are bugging these days. I’m not calling anyone out, because everyone is entitled to their feelings, but people get so worked up about stupid stuff. Boo hoo.
Really? You’re annoyed about that?! Maybe you should try wearing my inshallah pendant for a while.
Anyway, in the grand scheme of things, life is fine. I just need a kick in the behind every once in a while to get over myself and appreciate that while I’m looking down on other people for what I would consider “minor inconveniences,” there are plenty of people who could and should be looking down on me for spending even a minute whining about my lot in life.
Moving on, we are now in August which means I really, really, really hope that Josh is back before I have to change the page on the calendar again. At least there’s a possibility that he’ll be home this month. I set my detonation date at September 1st, which means that anything before then is a bonus to celebrate and anything after that means I get to throw a big fat fit before I reset myself and gear up for another future date.
The kids have 3 weeks of summer vacation left before they go back to school. Yesterday they counted it out and calculated that their dad is going to miss their entire summer vacation. In the words of Bob: “That sucks!” Yes it does, sweetie, but it will all work out.
After a long week and an exasperating Thursday where nothing that I needed to do was accomplished (see above photo for me at the end of my rope), I was killing time on base waiting for Calvin to finish work so Caleb, Camille and I decided to do Mongolian BBQ. It’s a thing they do on base every Thursday, though we’ve only done it one other time. You take 2 plates and load them up: one has vegetables like napa cabbage, shredded carrots, pineapple, cilantro, mushrooms, garlic, hot chiles, ginger, etc. The other one is for raw meat. We pay by weight and then bring it out to the chefs who throw it in a wok with teriyaki, vinegar, sesame oil, or whatever seasonings you want and combine it with noodles or rice.
It’s incredibly hot for these guys working the skillets — it’s over 100 degrees, humid, and they are standing over a blazing fire. The guy with the wet towels draped over his head and around his neck was pretty smart.
Our dinner is served!
I don’t know why she’s making a face at my food — it was almost the same as hers except mine had spicy chiles and noodles and she had rice.
I think mine was the best, but I should have added pineapple. Next time.
We had enough food that when Carter and Calvin joined us a few minutes later, they were able to eat their fill and I didn’t have to cook dinner.
I was trying to see if the camera could capture the beads of sweat on our foreheads from sitting outside. It was 6pm, no direct sunlight, but still wet heat.
Thank God for a lazy weekend
I knit and girlie and I watched Bones all evening. She loves that show. I don’t know why. She promises to close her eyes for the gross parts, but it doesn’t seem to phase her. My little partner in crime (dramas).
Our mornings are spent recovering from our late nights. I was trying to wake her for church, but she kept falling asleep. She was actually snoring in this position.
She talked me into taking her to the park last night. Her brothers were over at a friend’s house for a birthday party of one of the kids they play with at the park so she needed me. The park is empty during the day, but comes alive at night.
It’s a bath night for sure!
