If you didn’t know November is National Blog Posting Month. This is something I have tried to participate in a few times, posting goals of posting every day or something impossible, and I have never succeeded for one reason or another. November seems to be a busy month in my personal life. Holidays, Anniversaries, we are frequently traveling and once or twice we were moving.

I have also noticed I often make lofty goals and share them with the world, and then fail miserably. These goals get stuffed back into the closet never to be spoke of again.

So this year I made my NaBloPoMo goal of posting more this month, sort of my re-introduction back into blogging after my “school is overwhelming” hiatus. ¬†But I didn’t tell anyone. For two reasons, one my goal was just for me, two if I failed I didn’t have to be sad. My goal was also very light, post two times a week. Although I haven’t quite kept up with the twice a week posting, I have posted once a week. So I consider that a success!

Did anyone else have writing goals this moth? Did you achieve them?

I don’t wear my wedding ring.

Amazing what a difference a cleaning can make!

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I love my husband with my whole heart. But I don’t wear my rings. I actually stopped wearing them when I was pregnant in 2012 because I was all bloated and worried they would get stuck on my fingers and I would have to have them cut off. Then they didn’t fit because I never lost all the weight¬†after E was born. I gradually stopped wearing any jewelry besides my lip ring. Eventually necklaces got taken off because Evey McGrabbyHands will yank on them, earrings are the same deal. I had one pair that worked great, but I lost the back and cannot find one that fits. Now the only jewelry I wear is my lip ring, which I can’t even get off right now, so it’s just stuck there.

I sometimes feel weird because I don’t have them on. Or I feel like people may be judging me because I don’t have them, maybe they are making assumptions about my marital situation. But the truth is I have gotten so used to not wearing them that they feel weird now. The times I do wear them I am hyper paranoid that I am going to loose them. I think I need to get a simple band, so I can have something on that finger, but nothing too fancy that I would die if I lost it. My wedding band from our ceremony is simple white gold, but it still doesn’t fit, maybe it will again someday.

Wanderlust Wednesday

Fall is finally in the air here in sunny California and it’s making me think of when we lived in New England. Paul and I spent three years in Chicopee, Mass where Paul worked out of Westover ARB. It was my first introduction to Military life. It was a great start, tiny base, Paul and I both worked on base, everyone knew everyone. We still have some great friends from there.

One of my favorite times of the year was the Big E, or the Eastern States Exposition. It’s more or less a county fair, but it was HUGE. The Big E goes on for 17 days, and we would go numerous times and still find stuff to do. There was always neat things to look at, cute little shops selling local wares, rides, beer, and food. Oh god the food. I now remember why I was at my highest weight ever while we lived there; New England has some amazing food. Every year, at the end of the night I would track down one stand in particular, the lady sold pickles, straight out of a huge wooden barrel, and I would buy as many as I could fit in my purse. I brought sandwich bags to take pickles home in, that’s how serious her pickle game was. Those pickles were the best pickles I have ever had, and I would sell my big toe to have her recipe. Damn good pickles.

Although I have much love for the Big E. I don’t have any pictures. This was before the time of camera phones and I rarely carried my point and shoot, that still used film. This was like 10 years ago folks. So all these pictures I have snagged from the Instagram page of the Big E.

I hope you enjoy, and if you happen to be near Springfield, Mass in September you should pop on over and find the pickle lady!

Go over and link up with her too!



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#FiberFact: More cotton is grown globally than any other non-edible crop. @NEFiberFestival is Nov. 1 & 2 at ESE! A photo posted by The Big E (@thebigefair) on

It’s feeding time at Farm-A-Rama! #BigE14

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Heaven. ? What’s your favorite baked potato place at the Fair? Photo cred goes to @sarlizbeth_ A photo posted by The Big E (@thebigefair) on

Absolutely awesome picture of Midway at night! #BigEMoments Photo cred goes to @mds1004!

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Sometimes I get my best blog ideas while I am lying in bed at night, just before I fall asleep.

You tell yourself, man that’s a great idea, I wont forget it!

The next morning it’s gone.

Thankfully I’ve started writing those ideas down. So now you can know what I think about when I lie in bed at night.

#FroYo date with my girl.

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Last week I had the rare opportunity to go to Target all by myself. I don’t think I’ve been to target alone since last Christmas season. It was strange though. I still felt rushed. I had to get in and get out, no screwing around. Even though I really did have plenty of time. I am so rarely alone now that I have conditioned myself to just get done what I need to do so I can get out of the store before little miss throws an epic tantrum, or takes off running.

6 not so long years ago, while Paul and I were living in Okinawa, he was deployed to Afghanistan. I was alone. All alone. For the better part of 9 months. I had my sister visit for a few months, and I had friends. But I lived alone, I woke up alone, I went to the store alone. I could go a days without speaking to another human if I didn’t go anywhere.

Now I wake up with, and spend my whole day with a little person. I am rarely alone. You see lots of funny cartoons on the internet of parents hiding in closets to eat chocolate, or begging to be left alone just to use the bathroom. This isn’t a joke. That’s real life.

I’m not complaining. Well not right now. I don’t really mind being with Evey most of the time. But sometimes it’s nice to be alone. I often get a quick trip to the commissary, or the corner store, not very long, but that’s about all I really need. Just about an hour of me time. With no one yelling at me, screaming or crying, or begging for things.

It’s strange to look at how much things have changed, and so drastically. But I wouldn’t give it up for the world.