4 feet is a lot of man to blow

Here in the world of Boys, Buns and Fun, we had ourselves a really great Christmas.

David and I spent a good portion of Christmas Eve taking turns blowing up a 4 foot punching bag for the kids. It took FOREVER. It could have been worse though, if we didn't have an air pump. Ours is this dinky little hand pump that we got for filling up small objects like basketballs and such, so our biceps were screaming by the time we finished filling him up.

Here's the 4 Feet of Punching Bag

We decided to take credit for the "big" gift, instead of giving the credit to Santa. So we're both on super cool status with the boys, since we got them an Xbox.
After unwrapping it, and the 3 games we got them, it was immediately hooked up to their playroom t.v. and we haven't seen either of them since.

This is the last time I saw my children

Ok, not really... Every few hours I go in there and force them both over to the table for a meal.

Christmas dinner was goooood. David fried us a turkey and I made tons of side dishes. Most notably, a sweet potato souffle that is just heavenly. I'll have to post the recipe for it some time.

Anyhow, I hope everyone had a great Christmas!

"Man" Day

David's on block leave now, and the kids are on vacation, so I have everyone home until January 3rd. Right now, the 3 of them are getting some "man" time in, which means they're out someplace in the wilderness testing out the Jeeps mettle.

I've just turned in the final exam for Algebra class. So, that's 2 Algebra classes completed, 2 more left to go. Thanks to a wide variety of online calculators and solvers, I should get a B. Thank god for online solvers! I'd be lucky to scrape together a D without them.

I just don't do math, which is weird since it should be in my genes. My Dad's like a total Math geek, he's one of those people that thinks it's "exciting" and he actually enjoyed taking those type of classes in college. My kids are also showing a strong potential for Math related subjects... So, I guess that gene just skipped over me. Ah well...

In the news, we've heared that the U.N. is suppose to take over the Afghanistan mission that David's unit's suppose to be on. So, who knows if he's deploying or not. (Thanks U.N. for jumping in there almost 5 years after 9/11, we really appreciate your help. Especially after all these years the U.S. has footed the majority of the bill to keep your corrupt operation running.)

All that Glitters...

"I can't believe this" he said, his voice cracking, "I really thought I knew you. Now it seems like it was all.... just a lie."

I looked away and kept my eyes cast downward.

His face contorted in disgust as he hissed, "This... is.... SICK!"

I'm such an idiot sometimes... Yeah, I guess a small part of me always knew that he'd eventually find out. I guess I could have told him, but there just never seemed to be a "right" time for doing that..

Exhausted, he sat down beside me and whispered, "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

I rolled the question around in my head for a moment, then decided to be honest with him, "I was ashamed, all right? I knew you'd FREAK as soon as you found out, so I didn't say anything."

He contemplated this for a moment, then asked "What about the kids? Have they been.... exposed to this?"

As I slowly nodded, he buried his face in his hands.

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Since I'd gone so long without getting caught, I'd started getting sloppy about covering my tracks.

So now... The door on my Gary Glitter closet had been blown wide open when the greatest hits CD came sliding out of the Jeeps CD player, in all it's glam rock glory, and into David's calloused hand.

I've decided to cool it for a bit, as David gets use to the idea of the kids and I happily singing along to "Do you wanna touch me (yeah)" as we drive up to the store. (With the windows rolled up of course)

You Really Shouldn't Have....

When I found out that D's deploying for a year, I knew exactly what I wanted him to have with him. So for months, I've been secretly stashing away my slush money to get this for him.

By November, I finally had enough to get it! So it was wrapped up and stashed away for Christmas.

His Birthday's on December 13th, so I also had his Birthday gift hidden away. (Which is also something I got for him, with the deployment in mind.)

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I recently found out that everyone's getting their things together to ship downrange. He also mentioned that a lot people were shipping "big" items like electronics and what not. So, with his gift in mind, which is cumbersome in some ways, but not in others, I realized I'd have to give it to him earlier than planned. Everything's shipping out this Tuesday.

So his smaller Birthday gift is now his Christmas gift and vise versa.

Last night night was his "Birthday". The boys and I gathered around him and I proudly handed his gift over. I know he was excited because I've been gushing for weeks about how much he's going to love it!

Being "Mr.Cool" he slowly unwrapped it. It was KILLING me! I almost snatched it away from him and ripped the wrapping paper off myself. (I think he does this on purpose, to drive me nuts)

Anyways, an hour later, after peeling back the last bit of paper, his gift was revealed.

His eyes grew big and his jaw dropped as he gazed at his BRAND NEW, VERY OWN......



BRIEFCASE!!!!

He was so overwhelmed with his gift, that he was struck speechless, so I spoke up for him.

"Isn't it great honey? I thought we should start working on your future, and even though I know you don't normally use a briefcase, nothing says professional like a smart briefcase like this one."

His mouth opened, then closed because he was still... speechless!

He politely started to unzip it to see what it looked like inside, when I decided to let him off the hook.

"Of course, we also got you something to put into this briefcase." And I disappeared for a moment and came back in with another gift that had been stashed away.

Looking confused, and unsure of what to expect at this point, he started unwrapping, b.t.w.: this time he didn't linger on every fold and taped down piece!

This time he got his "real" gift- a brand new I.B.M. laptop computer!!!! Which of course would be placed into his "briefcase" which is actually a cool, black canvas laptop case.

He told me several times: "This gift KICKS ASS!" *nods* Yup, I done good.

But, I really did have him going and wondering what the hell I was thinking when I got him a "briefcase".
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I also pointed out that in addition to being able to keep in touch with me, he can also watch DVD's with it, and it's small enough to bring into the port-a-potty for when he feels like watching some porn.