Thursday, February 3, 2011

Super bowl...

Yesterday morning, not to long before Jeremy left for work he asks me...

"So honey what are we going to do for the super bowl?" and I'm thinking what does he mean? We are not invited any where and I know he doesn't want to have a party. Is he asking if we are going to watch it? So I respond...

"Watching Star Wars?"

And he says. "No, I want to watch it, I just wanted to know what we are going to do for it?"

There's that question again, and I still have no idea what he means. So I give him the I'm confused look, and he says...

"Well you're about to go to the commissary, and I'm pretty sure that on Sunday Domino's is going to be super busy so"...

Oh so this is about food. So why didn't he say that in the first place?

"So you want me to pick up some frozen pizzas?" I ask.

"Yes please, and some wings, and chips please."

Once again why didn't he just say... "Hey honey since you are going to the commissary, can you pick me up some pizza, wings, and chips for the super bowl?"

And I would have said "Of course honey." Because he already knew what he wanted so why is he asking? I love him to death, and I think he's great, but sometimes he needs to stop beating around the bush and just tell me what he wants.

Okay so I'm not to excited to watch the super bowl, in fact I will most likely be ether taking care of my kids, or playing warcraft (Star wars would be a great idea too). It's not because my favorite team didn't get there, and I'm being a poor sport, it's because I don't really like to watch the super bowl. That's right I said it. To me it's just a game. Now I know there are a lot of people out there (A LOT), who love to watch the super bowl and it's a big deal to them, and I think that's great, but it's not for me. So I'm not saying anything bad about super bowl lovers, just so you know (no hate mail please).

Oh the commissary, I love that place. That place alone would make the whole military life worth it. On days when I go to a regular grocery store, the prices make me sick. Let me just put it this way, Milk at the local wal-mart is $3.25, Milk at the commissary is $2.25 (yeah, I know, wow). Wonder bread at the local wal-mart is $2.00, Wonder bread at the commissary is $1.14. Now if you take everything I normally buy + prices at the commissary it = big saying. Not to mention at this week they were having a sale on Spaghetti noodles, a box of noodles (16oz) that normally cost $1.19 was $.89 (Oh happy day). Yeah I bought 6.

Okay so Tuesday was my baby's birthday (woohoo). I was very excited. We made cupcakes for her. They where white with pink icing. We got her a tea party set for her birthday, the tea pot sings and talks (I love it). I can't believe how big she is getting. She is so beautiful (I'm allowed to say that). She ate her cupcake and loved it. She loved it so much that she put it in her hair. Maybe it's a really good deep conditioning treatment. The boys had 4 cupcakes each (yes you did read that right). Sugar rush! Okay I confess I had 2, and maybe 1 more that next morning, but that's all I'm owning up to. :)

Thanks for reading.

1 comment:

  1. I love your blogs....keep em' coming! You are an angel. love ya more than words can express! :) lol, mom