Because…It’s Jeremy Mincey

Because we had a long day at Sea Life park with a bunch of little girls…and Jack and Trey and Ray…

Because Ray maybe needed to talk to another dude…

Because my husband LOVES professional football…

Because Ray recognizes players even when they don’t play for the Titans…

Because we live on island where people love to vacation…

Because it’s nothing for us to walk up to some random person and say, “Hey are you…?”

Because for many reasons… Ray spent a half hour chatting up Jeremy Mincey while we were waiting for Hanan to have her dolphin encounter. 

In case you’re as clueless am I am about football, let me start by saying Jeremy Mincey could make me watch the Cowboys. I may have thrown up in my mouth a little. I don’t love the Cowboys. He was the sweetest guy, on vacation with his wife. Ray had the time of his life asking what it was like to play with Peyton Manning. He was grinning from ear to ear for the rest of day. Mincey just signed with the Cowboys this year. If he gets some time on the field, I will watch. Again… the bile. I might even have to pull for the Cowboys a little. Oh no… what’s this hand basket I’m in and where are we going? Just kidding. It’s like watching the Ravens for Michael Oher. (Thank goodness he signed with the Titans!) I’ll watch for the player not the team. 

IMG_0555We had a fabulous day celebrating Hanan’s birthday. Jeremy Mincey was an awesome bonus! Thanks for being so kind Jeremy. We hope to bump into you on our little island again!

 

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Everything Is Literally Breaking

Yes, my dishwater is held together with tape. My bathing suit strap snapped yesterday. Luckily there was a backup holding my left boob off the floor. Ray just put the faucet in the kids bathroom back together. Good grief.

As if this wasn’t enough, I’m currently sitting in a chair at the dentist not so patiently waiting. Part of one of my teeth chipped off during my exam. There is some sort of rush happening to fix it. Holy cow! Getting old sucks!

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Her Majesty…Her Highness… Nope Just Dictator.

I like to tell the kids that life in our house is not a democracy. Apparently life in our neighborhood is also not a democracy. I was going to call it a monarchy but let’s face facts. It’s a dictatorship ruled by a six year old. There was no passing reign. Her power was taken by force. 

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Yesterday a friend stopped by. I told her Bria was about to play with the hose. Jack was playing with the Xbox. She should send her boys down. Kevin was the only smart one. He made sure to grab his swim trunks so as not to upset the dictator. He came prepared.

So while this was going on 

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Bria had Kevin outside doing this. 

photoBria decided that all the boys needed to be outside. She was going back and forth asking. I stopped and said, “Bria, Hanan’s home now. I’ll have her come outside and play with you and Kevin.” She gave me that look and replied, “I want boys to play Mom! Not girls!” Good grief!

Before it was over, all the Moloney boys were outside sopping wet, trudging buckets back and forth from the backyard. I’m sure it was at the dictator’s request threat. Did I mention that all Moloneys are older than Bria? Well, all except for the baby who wasn’t playing yesterday. She is a full on force to be reckoned with… or they are just the kindest sweetest boys in the universe. Ray would say the answer is yes. 

I’m in serious trouble with this one!

 

 

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Happy Happy Birthday Hanan!

It seems like I’m always saying, “I’m so busy…” I really hate that. Four kids, soccer, church, piano…. the last three days between all that and a change of command… I’m in some sort of vortex. I have to stop and tell you about the best kind of busy day we had on Monday. We were celebrating this girl.

DSCF1592Hanan tends to get the shaft in the birthday party area. A birthday smack in the middle of most holiday weekends, a moving military family with a traveling dad… It’s hard to fit it in. Plus, summer means that if we aren’t traveling, people are traveling to see us. It’s nothing to complain about, it’s just hard to fit a birthday celebration in. So when I found out Sea Life Park has a great birthday party package, it was a win win. 

We loaded three vehicles and headed out on a muggy Hawaiian day. Sea Life Park is near and dear to me for many reasons. Ray likes to call it the Redneck Sea World. There aren’t as many attractions, but it’s cheaper and far less crowded. My parents went there on my dad’s furlough from Vietnam. Bria had her dolphin experience there. It’s a great little park. My new friend, Irv, is great. He’s the special events coordinator. 

We started with a self guided tour of the park. Irv gave us a great itinerary to follow so we wouldn’t miss any shows.

We went in the Bird House and had some fun. 

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We got to feed the turtles. 

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Around 11, we got to meet up with Irv for a backstage tour with the dolphins. All 15 of us got to pet and feed a dolphin. Our new dolphin friend also splashed us ALOT.

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It was a super experience! I think the kiddos might have even learned a thing or two over the course of the day. I decided I missed my calling and should have been a marine mammal trainer. Biology is now at the top of our favorite school subjects. It was a good day. Can you tell?

DSCF1643We were only getting started. We got a break for pizza and soda. Then after watching the dolphin show, it was back for cake and ice cream.

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We still had the Sea Lion show and a special dolphin encounter for the birthday girl. 

It was a long day. It was also a completely awesome day for all of us! In other news, I learned that a Orca is actually a dolphin. Who knew? Better yet… it was one of the kids that told me! 

 

 

 

 

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Our Visitors

Last week we were so excited to have the Erwins land on our little island. Ray and Chris have been friends for well…forever. Okay, since Ray moved to Mayfield and started middle school. I don’t even want to guess how long that’s been. Last year, we got to meet his beautiful bride, Deeann. Chris, Deann and their daughter, Bella landed and off we went.

Their trip was short in comparison to many of our guests but we packed as much in as we could. We got to catch up on everything that’s going on. They got to meet Jack. There was a lot of Murray State talk. It was so nice to have them on our little island. Here are some of the pictures from their trip. 

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Thanks Erwins for a fabulous visit! So glad we got to see you. 

If you haven’t been to visit, consider this your warning. The navy is apparently not going to let me us stay. There is only so much time to get your free Bed and Breakfast. (I must admit the breakfast part of that is pretty crappy. I guess you get what you pay for.) Y’all come find your aloha before we’re gone! 

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I Messed Up

Sometimes people say that blogs are all sunshine and rainbows and people don’t talk about the real stuff. The things that happen every day. We have a lot of blue skies and rainbows around here, a fair amount of sunshine too. It’s easy for me to post pictures about all the good great things that happen around here on a daily basis. Today, I’m going to fess us. I had one of those brown cloud moments. 

I like to tell my kids that circumstance is not an excuse. Well, that holds true for me today. Just because I’m stressed out about our schedule and everything that I should make happen over the course of a day doesn’t mean I can be ugly to other people. Today, I was ugly. I’ve apologized but can’t truly make up for my behavior. Even though circumstance is not an excuse, I feel very human and need to explain the backstory.

I’ve just returned from a nice but emotionally exhausting trip back home. We arrived to an excellent camping adventure. I’m still not caught up on laundry and we had a wonderful week-long visit with old friends. Toward the end of their visit, we started soccer camp for the girls. Arleigh and Hanan are in the same group, making it somewhat easier, but I either have to schedule carpools or be prepared to be out of pocket four times for drop off and pick up each day. Our visitors are gone, but three kids playing long hours of soccer, trying to entertain Bria and Jack while getting everything done apparently wears on me by the end of the week. Add to that I decided to fix dinner for one of the coaches tonight. While he would probably be happy with grilled cheese, I decided to make a big southern dinner because I’m apparently crazy. It required a trip to the commissary in-between soccer drop offs and pick ups. And I chose roast that I have to get in the oven EARLY.

Last night a friend sent a text hoping to get together for all of us but mostly one of my kids and one of hers. I’ve been saying no a lot lately and felt like I needed to make an effort. In the middle of chores, extra dinner guests and soccer schedules, I lost sight that my friend was doing something really nice for my daughter, taking her out to breakfast and started to worry about the schedule. 

In the middle of their nice breakfast, I was really rude. I sent an ugly text, not to that friend but another. My frustration leaked out that by letting Hanan go off with them, I might have thrown off not only my schedule but hers. I wasn’t kind. I was grumpy and said if Hanan was late, I would lose my lid. I sent it to my friend that was kindly taking my daughter out to breakfast. 

Straight to hell is where I feel like I’m going. While I apologized in a text, I know that’s not enough. It was rude and uncalled for and not very Christian. If I was worried about Hanan not being at camp, I should have insisted on her staying home. Also, I’m clearly too old for this texting business. 

So it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. I am not the best kind of friend. Sometimes I forget to be grateful. Sometimes I’m just downright bitchy. If you don’t believe me, ask my husband. 

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