Hey Friends! Thanks for continuing to visit even though I’m only posting pictures right now. (Actually, it’s GlamB0t posting for me – because she’s awesomesauce.) I’m blogging tonight because Dallas and John are out doing boy things (shooting guns, eating crappy food, and watching a terrible movie) and no one else in the house has any interest in talking to me. With any luck, I’ll even get to check in on some of my favorite blog peeps! We’ll see though…long R&R nights make for a tired girl. (WINK-WINK, NUDGE -NUDGE)

It’s been great having Dallas home. I wanted to post one of those videos of the dog excitedly jumping up on him and squealing with delight over her returned master. But, my dog is super-duper-stupid and wasn’t very excited at all. This is what we got.

Lame.

People do R & R lots of different ways. Some go on exotic vacations. Some go to visit family. Some do lots of fun activities. Due to all these dumb kids and Dallas’ desire for normalcy we decided to stay home. Between soccer, T-ball, and youth group the children have managed to keep us busy, so I guess that’s good. Dallas and I even got a couple of afternoon’s off to eat a meal that didn’t include anyone yelling “chicken” or “awkward.”

Good times.

Mostly good times. He still manages to irritate me by watching Blackhawk Down at 7 AM on a Friday. Or alternating between Shawshank Redemption and Red Dawn whenever he has control of the remote. (How are those films on at any time of day on at least three channels?)

And doing this:

That water bottle totally fits into a cabinet.

And this:

Maybe he doesn’t have drawers in Afghanistan that need closing.

Or this seriously annoying habit:

When you share a room with your wife who has had two sets of twins and needs to get up three times a night to pee, leaving your shoes in the middle of her path to the bathroom greatly reduces your chance of survival in this hostile territory. It’s more dangerous than suicide bomber

But the worst offense is his soldier mouth. Whenever soldiers are out in the field training or deployed they curse…well…like soldiers. When they return home, it’s pretty bad. I’ll admit to my share of cursing (especially after a couple of gin & tonics) but I’m nowhere near the level Dallas has reached.

That’s why I wasn’t completely surprised when the preschool teacher told me she had to reprimand Jackson for his language. Less than a week after Dallas came home he told the other kids on the playground to, “Come over here you motherf*%#kers!”

This is the reality of R&R. You’re welcome.