Too Young to be Bullied.

Every weekend, I take my little one to the park for some playtime. He is 2 and loves playing on the slides and with other kids. Last weekend, I had an experience that completely broke my heart and made me livid all at the same time. Kade was playing with a telescope off by himself and this girl, who was as tall as me and had to be at least 10, came running up and just pushed him out of the way. Kade looked at her and said "You go away!" and she pushed him again and said "YOU go away!" At that point I was running up the steps to where he was, grabbed him up and went off on that little girl. I told her not to EVER put her hands on my child again and she needed to learn a thing or two about sharing. By this point she decided to say "well he needs to share!" I looked at her with an "are you effin stupid?" look and said "he is TWO and was minding his own business so keep your hands OFF of him!" I was so mad and yet I wanted to cry at the same time. I don't think I can handle my baby being bullied. I cannot believe how parents are raising their kids now-a-days. It's disgusting. Not to mention, her parents were no where to be found. Would any of you handle it any differently? Have any of you been in this situation?

Friday Funnies!

Happy Friday everyone! The weekend is here finally.. thank God. I thought this week would never end! This weekend for me will consist of long hours at the park with my little one. Anywho, Have a few laughs =)


I just can't help myself.



Look at his SHOES!

Little bit of religious humor for you peeps.

This girl is absolutely hilarious! I love ALL of her videos. Check her out!



Spring has Sprung!

I  am overjoyed that spring has come! Flowers blooming, birds chirping, occasional sneezes... It is a beautiful 78 degrees today and perfect weather. Hopefully it is nice where ever you are! Happy Spring!

I love this picture



Changes a-comin'

Next week we find out  our duty station. I am so nervous but so excited at the same time. There are so many places to see and being a military wife is definitely a way to see such places. JB had a "wish list" he was allowed to fill out at the beginning of his training. Although, it might as well be called a "your never getting these places list" because very rarely do any of the soldiers get a place of their choice. I suppose the higher up your rank, the easier it is to get one of these places but that would mean really, really high up. Anywho, JB got a choice of 4. Two overseas, and two stateside. He chose Georgia (it's the closest to home and still 3 hours away), Texas, Alaska (since its considered overseas (odd?)) and Italy (obviously).  I have been praying hard for Georgia. Yet a part (small part) of me hopes for Seattle. I love Seattle. I am terrified of Korea (can't go there from what I was told) but with my luck, that's going to be it. I hope not. I pray not. But, I have no control what-so-ever over the station choice, so I might as well suck it up, prepare for the worst and hope for the best. Everyone, please pray for Georgia. Hell, please pray for a United States station.

On another note, I have started running again. I love running. Have been doing it since I was a sophomore in high school (7 years roughly). I stopped running around December. I hate running in the cold. It hurts my chest and causes nose bleeds (ick). Since the weather has been a gorgeous 65-70 here the past 2 weeks, I broke out my running shoes again! It really surprises me every year how I can go without running for 3 months and start back feeling like I haven't missed anything. I thank God for that because it would suck having to basically start over. It also helps with my stress relief from all of this Army stuff. Still getting used to the one thing in my life I have no control over.

Along with running again, I have also joined a church. I haven't been to church since I was 7 but I have always been a Christian. I accepted Christ as my Savior years ago and felt for a long time I didn't need to be in church to be saved. It has finally gotten to that point that I feel God is leading me to church for a reason and I need to listen.