Thursday, May 31, 2007
First Blood
Ares drew blood for the first time on the 29th. It was on Ronnie and from the screams I heard across the house, it hurt!
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
BOOBS
We have like NO pictures with me in them because this is what I get when Ronnie gets the camera:
I know I am not the subject of this picture, but this is the ONLY one I am in.
Then, we see what the 2 men in my life do.....so much fun.
I know I am not the subject of this picture, but this is the ONLY one I am in.
Then, we see what the 2 men in my life do.....so much fun.
Sweaty balls
Got your attention, did I. No, I don't have sweaty balls (so to speak), but sweaty boobs just does not sound right! Let's get back to the balls, shall we?
When we hang out with people, Ronnie sometimes gives me a hard time. Someone will ask him something and he will look at me and say something like, "I may be wearing pants, but she has my balls!". So I look at him and say, "Your damn right I do". It is just kinda the way we work. Then I look at other people and they are like REALLY like that. The guy has to ask the girl if he can sneeze or the other way around. What is up with that.
We have our limits. If he says something needs to be done that is manly like change the oil in the Dodge, then I do it. If he wants a 4 hundred dollar hitch....he as to talk me into it, but I do it (OKAY, I got him the damn thing, but we have a really nice couch! Love ya Shelly). If he wants to go to a strip club to look at nasty rotten whoo whoo with a group of friends then he asks with a scared look on his face. I don't do nasty whoo whoo so if it is a group of couples or whatever and we don't have anything going on and I really don't care, then I tell him I don't care. When I first got here, this situation happened. We were on base at a comedy show (kinda) and a few guys were there from work. One of the wives came by to pick them up and the guys wanted to go to the strip club. Ronnie asked if we could go. I was still adjusting to the time change (and I don't do nasty whoo whoo) so I told him, "I would rather you not, but if you want to, go ahead just don't be too late". One of the guys said something like, "You better go home because that is woman for 'Hell no you can't go the the f-ing strip club".
I guess what I am trying to say in a round about way (and I have NO idea how this all came from 'Sweaty balls') is that I am lucky. I love the butt head. He is my cutie and even though we don't see eye to eye (partly because I am like 9 inches shorter) I think we have it good. Not that anyone reads my blog, but if he does one day I want him to know that I love him even when he buys a $400 TV and tries to hide it (why would you try.....that is like a kid trying to hide a puppy....mommy always finds out.), is drooling on himself drunk or trying to warm a cheese burger on the central AC/heater vent! AND if I ever do any of these things, I hope he still loves me too!
When we hang out with people, Ronnie sometimes gives me a hard time. Someone will ask him something and he will look at me and say something like, "I may be wearing pants, but she has my balls!". So I look at him and say, "Your damn right I do". It is just kinda the way we work. Then I look at other people and they are like REALLY like that. The guy has to ask the girl if he can sneeze or the other way around. What is up with that.
We have our limits. If he says something needs to be done that is manly like change the oil in the Dodge, then I do it. If he wants a 4 hundred dollar hitch....he as to talk me into it, but I do it (OKAY, I got him the damn thing, but we have a really nice couch! Love ya Shelly). If he wants to go to a strip club to look at nasty rotten whoo whoo with a group of friends then he asks with a scared look on his face. I don't do nasty whoo whoo so if it is a group of couples or whatever and we don't have anything going on and I really don't care, then I tell him I don't care. When I first got here, this situation happened. We were on base at a comedy show (kinda) and a few guys were there from work. One of the wives came by to pick them up and the guys wanted to go to the strip club. Ronnie asked if we could go. I was still adjusting to the time change (and I don't do nasty whoo whoo) so I told him, "I would rather you not, but if you want to, go ahead just don't be too late". One of the guys said something like, "You better go home because that is woman for 'Hell no you can't go the the f-ing strip club".
I guess what I am trying to say in a round about way (and I have NO idea how this all came from 'Sweaty balls') is that I am lucky. I love the butt head. He is my cutie and even though we don't see eye to eye (partly because I am like 9 inches shorter) I think we have it good. Not that anyone reads my blog, but if he does one day I want him to know that I love him even when he buys a $400 TV and tries to hide it (why would you try.....that is like a kid trying to hide a puppy....mommy always finds out.), is drooling on himself drunk or trying to warm a cheese burger on the central AC/heater vent! AND if I ever do any of these things, I hope he still loves me too!
Monday, May 21, 2007
Shower anyone
When we first moved in we were excited about everything. About 4 days later we were alot less excited about our little shower. It is nice and all, but it is little. We had company over one night and as we were showing the upstairs, we noticed that the floor was wet. Not a good thing but it explained the 'musty' smell upstairs. So we called the property manager and they sent someone over to check it out. A small hole was noticed in the tile and patched up.
About a week ago the shower door started leaking. Ronnie tried to fix it but could not. We tried calling the home owner 3 times and could not get in touch with him. I finally did last Wednesday.
Saturday during the party we noticed that the carpet in the hall outside the shower was wet again. Today I called the home owner and he told me to call a plumber and take it out of the rent. (This house is 3 months old and none of the doors are level. The front door's tunge gets stuck all the time and you have to screw with the knob to get it to close all the way.) I am not happy! I asked him if there was anyone in particular he would like us to call and he took my number and called me right back. He gave me the number to the guy that built the house. (Whom he had tried to call and has been unable.) I called the guy and left a message. I assume he is not going to call me back either.
About a week ago the shower door started leaking. Ronnie tried to fix it but could not. We tried calling the home owner 3 times and could not get in touch with him. I finally did last Wednesday.
Saturday during the party we noticed that the carpet in the hall outside the shower was wet again. Today I called the home owner and he told me to call a plumber and take it out of the rent. (This house is 3 months old and none of the doors are level. The front door's tunge gets stuck all the time and you have to screw with the knob to get it to close all the way.) I am not happy! I asked him if there was anyone in particular he would like us to call and he took my number and called me right back. He gave me the number to the guy that built the house. (Whom he had tried to call and has been unable.) I called the guy and left a message. I assume he is not going to call me back either.
History
So, Friday afternoon (18May) I was cleaning my truck and I saw blond hair and a BIG (compared to Ares) dog. I looked at the owner and it is someone I work with! We started talking about the neigborhood. She rents from the same guy we do!
We have like 6 people from the hospital that live here......One of them had thier house broken into 2 times when they first moved in.....not a good thing.
Oh well, we are here and I am NOT moving unless something really bad happens.
We have like 6 people from the hospital that live here......One of them had thier house broken into 2 times when they first moved in.....not a good thing.
Oh well, we are here and I am NOT moving unless something really bad happens.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
When we moved in, we had to change all of the utilities our of the home owners name and into ours. No big deal. When I did this, we had to give a mailing address. The way our military FPO-AP works is that it goes to a central location in the states and then is sorted from there. IT is an address somewhere in San Francisco (that is why priority mail is pretty much useless with our addys......once it gets to California, it enters the military postal system and is untrackable). It would be crazy to give them our military address, because it would take us 3 months to get the bill. So I give them the address to the house. WHAT was I thinking?!
I had asked our realitor several times how to get mail here and it was...'I'll get back to you'. I kept forgetting about it. I ended up asking the property manager and found out that in Guam it takes a LONG time to get mail at a new resedence. This sub-division had been open for 8 months before we moved in and it still did not have mail. I called them back like 2 weeks ago and the Govenor of Guam wants to change the name of our road so it is still not done. What a pain. So, we get no mail unless it goes to work...that takes like 2 months!
I had asked our realitor several times how to get mail here and it was...'I'll get back to you'. I kept forgetting about it. I ended up asking the property manager and found out that in Guam it takes a LONG time to get mail at a new resedence. This sub-division had been open for 8 months before we moved in and it still did not have mail. I called them back like 2 weeks ago and the Govenor of Guam wants to change the name of our road so it is still not done. What a pain. So, we get no mail unless it goes to work...that takes like 2 months!
Long Hours
I was excited to get off of the ship. No more deployments, fast cruise, 2hour commutes or dog duty weekend. (Where you have to work all week, stay on the ship all weekend, and then work another full week. Yeah, it is that bad.) Here I am, missing the ship and working just as crappy hours (on occasion).
Last weekend I had duty from Friday to Monday morning. No big deal. We had a bird comming in for a patient Saturday night, so I knew I had to work a little. Well, I had a bad headache Friday so I came home and slept while Ronnie did stuff on the computer. My duty phone rang at 6, then 730, then 8! About 7, Ronnie ran over to Wendy's to get supper. We then played the PS2 for a while. About 9 I layed down and told him to wake me at 10 so I could call home. The next thing I notice is my duty phone is ringing again, I am on the couch alone, it is hot as balls and it is 130 am! I ended up having to go to work. I got there about 2 and did not get back home until 130 pm Saturday! Ronnie and I had dinner plans. He was getting ready to leave me and I talked him into letting me sleep for 1.5 hours. So he woke my up at 3 and off we went. We got home about 1030 or so. I had to get up at 2 to go back to the hospital to bring patients to the flight line on the Air Force base. Got back home about 830. That weekend shot!
This week, I worked late on Monday or Tuesday. Then I had duty on Thursday and got another patient about 2 pm that had to be processed. I left work about 430 and went to the little store we have to buy some OJ for Hurricanes this weekend. As I am standing in the check out line with my 3 packages of Little Smokies, bottle of Parrett Bay, and half gallon of OJ....You got it, duty phone rings. "HM2, we need you to find someone else to go on this trip. The medical attendent has to be the same sex as the patient". So, back to my office I go and I make my phone calls, fix it, and leave back for home. Now, I work 10 minutes from the house and it is only like 3-4 miles. I was 1 red light away from our street and....DUN DUN DUN....phone rings. "HM2, I am about to ruin your night, but only for an hour or so". (Let it be known, those words, however honest, ARE NOT GOOD!) So, I went home put up the food I bought and told Ronnie I had to go back to work. (Ronnie=NOT HAPPY. He had cleaned the entire yard at this point and needed some help with stuff around the house which he rightfully deserved. He had been a good little house bit#$ with all the late days I have had recently.) I figured out that I could do what I needed to do from home! YEAH!
Friday, May 18! Party day is here, almost. I get off of work early so I can run some errands and pay the bills. I get home, help with stuff around the house and we have a guest for a little while. About 750 we left to meet some friends for supper at the Sharaton...... We get home about midnight. I check the caller ID and notice that my duty phone called about 8 and the hopital called about 10. I called my office and had to go to work. Good thing I was the DD! I got home about 730 Saturday morning......
Came home, kissed Ronnie, went to bed, Ronnie woke me at noon. The end of a long night and start of a LOOOOOOOOONG day! Ronnie had done almost every thing....what a sweety! My little smokies were in the crook pot with 2 bottles of BBQ sauce and a can of beer. The water and beer were in the coolers on ice already and he even changed the bottle for the Glade plug-in upstairs! I was impressed. (If you know Ronnie you are too!) We had decided that we were going to make pizza dough in the bread maker for the pigs-in-the-blanket. It came out too gooey somehow so we used cresants. Let me tell you.....they were the shi^. We had like 150 of them and they went pretty fast! (I had my fingers crossed for left overs; next time I will make more.) It was a long night with about 35 people at the house. Ares had fun and seemed to enjoy the love everyone gave him. Last person left about noon today! Party ended about 130 this morning and Ronnie was slobering all over himself....it was funny.
Last weekend I had duty from Friday to Monday morning. No big deal. We had a bird comming in for a patient Saturday night, so I knew I had to work a little. Well, I had a bad headache Friday so I came home and slept while Ronnie did stuff on the computer. My duty phone rang at 6, then 730, then 8! About 7, Ronnie ran over to Wendy's to get supper. We then played the PS2 for a while. About 9 I layed down and told him to wake me at 10 so I could call home. The next thing I notice is my duty phone is ringing again, I am on the couch alone, it is hot as balls and it is 130 am! I ended up having to go to work. I got there about 2 and did not get back home until 130 pm Saturday! Ronnie and I had dinner plans. He was getting ready to leave me and I talked him into letting me sleep for 1.5 hours. So he woke my up at 3 and off we went. We got home about 1030 or so. I had to get up at 2 to go back to the hospital to bring patients to the flight line on the Air Force base. Got back home about 830. That weekend shot!
This week, I worked late on Monday or Tuesday. Then I had duty on Thursday and got another patient about 2 pm that had to be processed. I left work about 430 and went to the little store we have to buy some OJ for Hurricanes this weekend. As I am standing in the check out line with my 3 packages of Little Smokies, bottle of Parrett Bay, and half gallon of OJ....You got it, duty phone rings. "HM2, we need you to find someone else to go on this trip. The medical attendent has to be the same sex as the patient". So, back to my office I go and I make my phone calls, fix it, and leave back for home. Now, I work 10 minutes from the house and it is only like 3-4 miles. I was 1 red light away from our street and....DUN DUN DUN....phone rings. "HM2, I am about to ruin your night, but only for an hour or so". (Let it be known, those words, however honest, ARE NOT GOOD!) So, I went home put up the food I bought and told Ronnie I had to go back to work. (Ronnie=NOT HAPPY. He had cleaned the entire yard at this point and needed some help with stuff around the house which he rightfully deserved. He had been a good little house bit#$ with all the late days I have had recently.) I figured out that I could do what I needed to do from home! YEAH!
Friday, May 18! Party day is here, almost. I get off of work early so I can run some errands and pay the bills. I get home, help with stuff around the house and we have a guest for a little while. About 750 we left to meet some friends for supper at the Sharaton...... We get home about midnight. I check the caller ID and notice that my duty phone called about 8 and the hopital called about 10. I called my office and had to go to work. Good thing I was the DD! I got home about 730 Saturday morning......
Came home, kissed Ronnie, went to bed, Ronnie woke me at noon. The end of a long night and start of a LOOOOOOOOONG day! Ronnie had done almost every thing....what a sweety! My little smokies were in the crook pot with 2 bottles of BBQ sauce and a can of beer. The water and beer were in the coolers on ice already and he even changed the bottle for the Glade plug-in upstairs! I was impressed. (If you know Ronnie you are too!) We had decided that we were going to make pizza dough in the bread maker for the pigs-in-the-blanket. It came out too gooey somehow so we used cresants. Let me tell you.....they were the shi^. We had like 150 of them and they went pretty fast! (I had my fingers crossed for left overs; next time I will make more.) It was a long night with about 35 people at the house. Ares had fun and seemed to enjoy the love everyone gave him. Last person left about noon today! Party ended about 130 this morning and Ronnie was slobering all over himself....it was funny.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
The Suprised
So, if you noticed that Ronnie has an entry on my blog. Our blog....whatever. He wanted to go a map like mine of everywhere he has been. I thought he wanted to do a blog...how funny.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Where has RONNIE been all this time
create your own visited countries map
or vertaling Duits Nederlands
Half-way around the world
create your own visited states map
or check out these Google Hacks.
State side
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