Friday, October 25, 2013

What's done is done.

Like I mentioned before, The Kitchen Nightmare Remodel is finally done!

I absolutely love our new kitchen, it's warm, new and best of all doesn't have floors that need to be swept and mopped EVERY.SINGLE.DAY. 

Not that I did that with the old floors, but they NEEDED it. I should have done that daily. But I didn't. 

Now we have amazing, travertine stone floors that let me a normal human being! Which I translate into meaning 'someone who only has to mop the floors when either: (A) They LOOK dirty (which in my opinion will be never! Just kidding) or (B) when you can no longer walk barefoot around the kitchen without having to wipe your feet on something'. Gross, I know.

Anyways, it's great having a kitchen that actually looks clean once you've cleaned it! Imagine that.

Before/After #1

Before/After #2 (the before pictures are from way back when The Deputy first bought the house. We did have appliances in before the remodel)


The end.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Happy October!

There are very few things in life I get extra happy about. That's a lie. There are actually very few things in life I don't get EXTRA happy about. I believe in big emotions, whenever possible. If you're not going to be over the top, singing with the radio, doing a jig around the kitchen happy about something then what's the point?

The Deputy calls this emotion "Amanda Happy/Excited". If you had to put your feelings on scale of one to whatever, in our house, that scale is one to "Amanda Happy". The Deputy usually levels off somewhere around a 2-3 for EVERYTHING. He doesn't find life as entertaining as I do. Well, he just chooses not to express all of his feelings in the form of an interpretive dance or poetry slam. Which he should. I'd pay good money (HIS money, of course, I wouldn't spend my money on a poetry slam) to see that! 

I say all of that to say how happy I am that it's October! AMANDA-HAPPY! We're close to the holidays, surrounded by pumpkins and everyone's desk at work has a candy bowl on it. Minus mine. Two reasons: 1. I'm too cheap to buy candy for other adults who can afford to buy their own candy and 2. I'd eat it ALL before anyone even saw it. But luckily I'm not too ashamed to bum candy off of OTHER people! It's like trick-or-treating all day long around that place. That makes my heart happy. (Probably also makes my heart have to work harder and inches me closer and closer to cardiac arrest, but it's just once a year, right?) 

My fall holiday-kick-off-month has yet to include any actual holiday celebrating though. Not including the wreath making and the ritual of putting up our five piddly fall decorations in the house. 

But I did get to settle a score with THIS GUY at the range the other day. 

I'd say that's pretty festive. Right?

If my childhood memory serves me right (and it always does), I say it counts.

Anyways--I'm looking forward to year #2 of married holidays with The Deputy (and about a million more after that!). With any luck we'll be carving pumpkins, eating candy and watching Elf by the end of the week! Because it's never too early to start watching THAT:

Or maybe it's because watching Buddy the Elf reminds me alot of someone I know........a friend

Wednesday, October 2, 2013


It feels like forever since I've posted, but I realize that I may be running out of entertaining LEOW anecdotes. Or that they've instead become "regular life" for me. 

Either way, I haven't been on here in awhile, but I'm back! 

The Remodel is finally finished! And by "finished", I mean we're still missing one cabinet that was on rush order and the toe kicks underneath. 

It's always fun to meet new people and learn what their individual phrases mean. For instance, I used to refer to ALL soft drinks as Coke. I never realized this until spending time in a new place (where everyone calls it 'soda') and I got ridiculed for answering the question, "Will you grab me a Coke?" with, "Sure, what kind?" Not to mention being called a Yankee when using the phrase "You guys", a Valley girl when saying "like" and not understanding when people call something 'wicked' to mean good. (Military brats just can't catch a break!) 

Anyways, you get my point. People from different places say different things. (Army kids just have a general 'crazy-speak'). 

I encountered this again recently with the term "rush order". For me, RUSHING an order is something you do when you when you want to do something speedily. Fast. Right away. Lightening quick. For Home Depot, however, 'rush order'=Big, fat lie. Rush order=oops, we forgot either: 

A) place the order as "Urgent" 
B) Call you when the order arrives 
C)Place the order all together, or 
D) All of the above. 

(That's right, I used your real name)

Did I need to go into an exhaustively long, exaggerative narrative just to say they took 6 weeks to rush order a cabinet? Probably not. But seriously, the rush order took longer than our initial special order cabinets! 

All in all, we have a completely functional kitchen so this LEOW is a happy camper. 

Not much else is happening in the LEO realm at the moment. On a random note, I did find it interesting that the more I become connected with other LEOWs, the less I want to be connected with other LEOWs. 

This isn't to say ALL--because I've met some really great LEOWs at recent work functions! It's just a matter of time before we're painting our nails, wearing PJs and singing into our hairbrushes. 

But for the rest? I'm not sure if I have the energy to keep up with the cattiness, the competition of whose first responder husband is better (it's mine, by the way) and who can post the MOST depressing story on Facebook. It's bad enough that we live in a world where monogomy is "weird", affairs are celebrated or ignored, at the very least, and that all of us LEOWs live with insane work schedules and jobs that we've taken in like a third spouse. 

And I promise I live in the rational world long enough to realize that some people have faced/are facing some very serious issues and very shaky marriages. I don't make light of their situation(s). But to imply that ALL LEO husbands are just like yours is ridiculous. 

At the end of the day Law Enforcement is a job. That's it. At the very grassroot level of it all, it's something our husbands do. We all know it's more than that to them, but it's not something they were born as, it's not in their genetics. Each man behind the badge is a unique human being--with his own strengths and weaknesses. It's sad to see so many wives lashing out in pain and so many other wives latching onto them for sympathy or acceptance. It doesn't make sense. 

So I said "Thanks, but no thanks" to some LEOW organizations and closed that door. I can't control my life, I can't control The Deputy's life, but I can, at least, control what's being fed into my mind all day. I have the power to walk away. In all reality, I'd rather feel like the ONLY LEOW in the entire universe than to expose myself to constant negativity, whining and bickering just to have a few seconds of not feeling alone.