Archive for July, 2013



As you can see, New Bern is really, really hideous.

Oh who am I kidding, it’s adorable. All of the houses on this street looked like the doll houses I begged for and never received. Lookin’ at you parents! To make them even better, most of them were little B&B’s. Swoon worthy little B&B’s. Dreamy little B&B’s.  It was such a sleepy little town. No really, we went on the wrong day and basically everyone was sleeping. I am not accustomed to the South and how Sundays and Mondays are basically off days for everyone. They don’t really do that in Southern California, instead, mornings things are closed if the surf is good, and open if the surf the prior evening was bad.


There is no surf here. But everything is closed. Brain does not compute.

Thankfully, there were a couple of shops open we could cruise and escape the heat for a moment. The HEAT. Oh man, another Southern staple I am not a fan of. I like the sunshine… and the thunderstorms, but the heat? No thank you, sir. I do like on the sleep days how a lot of the shop owners had their dogs with them. One shop had a multitude of Corgis, one of which slept in a playpen which was squee worthy.  I think I’ll make a few more trips to check out the Farmers Market, bike rentals, carriage rides, and a few of the restaurants. We ended up back at our favorite sushi joint, Ginza Japan.


It’s a bummer I don’t drink soda, and never have, or I’d probably be really excited about it being the birthplace of Pepsi.




Oh and did I mention there’s bears everywhere?


No not those kinds of bears. These:


Please excuse my child.


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I had a weird morning. Then I went cruising the blogs I follow and found a post by The Nectar Collective over here http://thenectarcollective.com/2013/07/ways-to-feel-like-you-accomplished-something-today/

So I got to working! I did a few things on her awesome list, but number 4 turned out to be my favorite. I’ve been wanting to use my fresh blueberries and I found a recipe on Pinterest to try. Turns out, I want to eat the whole damn thing in one sitting. You can find the recipe  over here http://www.alexandracooks.com/2011/06/29/buttermilk-blueberry-breakfast-cake/

(I apologize for the ugly linkage, WordPress is giving me problems and won’t let me make them pretty)

While baking I watched Stoker, which was actually awesome.


I hadn’t seen Matthew Goode in anything since Leap Year, and I had given up on Nicole Kidman, so I was pleasantly surprised at how this movie went.  I got so sucked in I was glad the kitchen timer went off or instead of delicious bread, I’d be staring at a giant charcoal brick. It was really creepy, but intelligently so. I like those kinds of creepy. Not the crap jumping out at you creepy, those are terrible. Or any of the Saw movies, because honestly, if you can write shit like that, you should be locked away somewhere with mattresses for walls. So anyway, my rainy day with no plans turned out pretty well.  I suggest you go get the ingredients for this bread and watch the movie, ya know, for the sake of your accomplishments.


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Let’s be honest, my life is basically a vacation. I’m a stay at home Mom, married to what I assume to be the only Marine who doesn’t really leave a whole lot. See, he’s such a good Marine, that they want to keep him around a lot, which I know sounds a bit silly, but making sense of how the Marine Corps works is almost an impossible task. So how on Earth do I feel like I need vacations still? Especially after having just moved from Overseas? Well because even though my life may seem like a vacation to the every day outsider, it’s not always the case. I do have an amazing amount of free time, with no real duties outside of making sure my potty training son is aiming the right way and that the laundry doesn’t meet the same height as Mt. Kilimanjaro. My husband works 14+ hour days, 5 days a week, and our weekends are really the only chance to be a normal functioning family. I hadn’t seen my Dad in person in over two years, so when he told me he was coming out for a quick visit, I was ecstatic. Because when it comes down to it, THAT’S where I struggle with military life. Missing our families. Okinawa was somewhere around 6,000 miles away from my family. Now we’re about 2,000 and some change miles from home. SO close, yet so far. We’re on the wrong coast for both of our families, so sometimes it’s hard making the Skype, texts, and calls the real time we have with our family. Enter: Dad Visit.


After picking him up in Raleigh, I immediately made him wander through the packed streets of Raleigh for their 4th of July festival and fireworks. My Dad is such a good sport and totally put up with all of my mini adventures while he was here. The people on the left of the photo above taught my son to take small flowers and shoot them off using their own stems, and the people to the right of my Dad & Jax got engaged right in front of us. Raleigh is not a boring town my friends. When they found out we were from California they were kind of amazed we were there. I almost forget sometimes what it’s like outside towns that aren’t completely run over with military families. It’s such a nice break when you see the clueless faces of people who know nothing of your crazy life. Hearing “Thank you for your service” never gets old. These days hearing it is pretty rare, and that’s a really sad fact.


We made side trips to New Bern, Wilmington, and little areas around home. Somehow I also got my Dad to transplant my tomatoes and Angelonias, in true Dad form. We did our favorite things, like visit an aquarium, and drink craft beers, even managed to check out the State Farmers Market in Raleigh before he flew out again. The weather was amazing while he was here, the day he came the rain stopped, and the day after he left, it began again. As if my Dad brought the California sunshine with his smiles. If you live around here, definitely get out and explore. A lot of military here complain about what a terrible place is, and I’d guess they would be right if they stuck to only our small town. But there are a lot of hidden gems, you just have to get out and find them.


It’s so amazing to have family around. I look back at how I took it for granted living in the same town as them for so long, and am amazed at how military life has made me appreciate the time with them so much more.  If you’re lucky enough to spend time with your family regularly, you’re lucky enough. For this part of our lives, I’ll look forward to the short visits, and the silly calls and texts, and when the time comes to settle down, I’ll hold onto what the military way of life has taught me about being thankful to be able to hug the the ones you love or share a cup of coffee in person.

I’ll be posting small posts about some of our Adventures with Papa soon.


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I uh…. don’t get out much. Okay I get out a little, but never to the places I really love. Like Forever 21. And H&M.

Don’t rub your eyes, you read that correctly, I CAN be girly when I want to be. Not as girly as about 95% of the other girls shopping in Forever 21, but I try. Today I had to drive into Raleigh again to say goodbye to my Dad (whose visit I shall blog about later), but I didn’t want to waste the whole day away at home, so we cruised a little bit. We checked out the State Farmers Market, which I wasn’t at all prepared for. It’s HUGE. I wanted one of everything. Somehow I managed to only come home with a jug of cider and some preserves, but next time it’s on like Peachy Kong. And by Peachy Kong I am of course referring to the Peaches that were the size of my face.

After that, and saying goodbye to the Pops, I dragged the little over to a mall I had slightly googled. My original plan was to go to a State Park nearby but the slight rain, and choice of slip flops told me I should maybe try something else. Come fall and cooler weather however, expect a blog post on that epic park. Anyway, onto the mall… I was really just wanting to get into a Forever 21 so I could feel old, and a Pottery Barn so I could feel poor. Mission Accomplished. I’ve always been a bit fashionably challenged, usually my outfit selections go jeans, white tank, shirt. The end. So I kind of need to spruce up things in my closet, and probably get rid of the things I’ve had that let’s face it… don’t belong on someone over the 25 year old hump. So today I spoiled myself a little bit.


Do you ever do this? I go window shopping sometimes and walk out with things for everyone but myself. But then a day like today comes by and I sort of splurge. Not financially, I’ll be honest, I’m a cheapskate. I’m that chick who is scouring clearance racks in the backs of stores while her kid plays angry birds. I suppose I like bright colors and Ikat, according to my buys today, but mostly you’ll catch me in t-shirts and flannels. Here’s to hoping I take on a bit more style in my Forever 21 old age. Someone please open a Forever 31 so I can not hang my head in shame while shopping in the lace & rainbow colored throw up that is Forever 21. And to add onto my slightly old feeling, I only walked about a 1/3 of the mall itself, as I ran out of parent patience and was tired of the mall already. I can only handle little doses. Now I need to go hiking and chug a beer and eat a steak. MAN STUFF HUZZAH!

I apologize for the iPhone photos. Go out this week and spoil yourself a little bit. I’m sure you deserve it for something.

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Isn’t that FANCY!?! I think I’m slowly getting the hang of this blog nonsense. Over the next week or so I’ll be freshening this page up a bit. My poor blog is feeling tired and misused so she’s getting a facelift.

If you don’t use Bloglovin, I HIGHLY recommend it. It’s insanely easy to use and I actually prefer it over the Reader tab here on WordPress. It’s also really helped with blog traffic, which is something I never thought I’d see.

So keep an eye out!

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Although if you know me at all, I can’t imagine you’re shocked by this. 

And if you don’t know me personally, welcome! I’m terrible at this.


I am completely settled in North Carolina now. Well, as settled as I’ll get. I still get odd looks when I’m blaring Sublime out my windows and playing with my magnificent blonde hair. Yeah, I’m from California, bite me, you judgers!  Now technically since I’m blogging on a Wednesday, this is supposed to be a Warrior Wednesday post, but alas, I’ve also been a terrible warrior. My workouts have come to a stand still after a gnarly sinus thing that left me basically incapacitated and wanting to dunk my entire head in a vat of coffee every day. I’m mostly better now, having drowned my sorrows in homeopathics and really terrible food choices. But I announced on facebook that I’m going to make July my bitch, and make it my bitch I shall. 



This is my July goal. Letters. Snail Mail. Post. Postage. Owl Post. 
Whatever you call it, if you’ve contacted me, you’re getting it. Now that we live in an actual house, and not a Japanese cement block, we have a mailbox, and a mailman! Well actually mail lady. She hates my holly bushes and pokes fun at my boxes. She’s wonderful and I want to high five her all the time, but… well that makes me a weirdo. I found a small supply of stamps and have a surplus of crafty crap I have no use for, so I figured I’d hook myself up with some pen pals and get to writing and doodling and general sticker placing. 


Look see?! It’s already working and I have a postcard to stare at above my desk! Along with some super nerdy artwork I have yet to frame, need to get on that. Anyway, back to July plans. My Dad comes in tomorrow for a week long visit that I’m ridiculously excited about. Perfect timing as I haven’t had much freedom lately and really like to play Bed & Breakfast & Tour Guide. Plus my Dad is the coolest. No really. I have picture that proves his coolness factor dating back to when I was a wee baby and he was rocking Ugg boots, shorts, and checking out the morning surf breaks. No not THOSE Uggs, cool Uggs. YES THEY WERE COOL. Don’t argue with me. If you came from a surfing family in Southern California, you probably grew up with Uggs. The fashion people stole them and ruined them and I hate them for it. *Cough* Moving on.  Anyway, I’m going to attempt some small adventures while he’s here and I’m of course stoked about it. After that it’s my little dudes birthday. 4 years old. MY CHILD WILL BE 4 YEARS OLD. Man, I’m ancient. Then after that it’s onto planning a mini road trip, kiddo & I, up to Ohio to see some more Fam. They haven’t met Jackson yet, so they get to meet him at his prime, 4 years old and full of personality. Yay. Then in August we’re taking a trip to Tennessee for some NASCAR where I will surely drown in all things country. So hopefully my blogging will pick back up now that I have a reminder to blare at me when I’m being a bad writer. I wish I could do that for everything. 

*REMINDER* Stop pressing air fluff on the dryer, take that shit out, it was dry 4 cycles ago.

*REMINDER* You’re not fooling anyone with those weak ass tan lines, you were sunburned, don’t do that again.

*REMINDER* You really don’t need to go to Ross. Stop it. 

*REMINDER* You can actually run farther than 3 miles now. Stop doing barely 3 miles. 


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