valentine's day What happens if nature gets crazy? - Funny animal pictures, Imaginary Craziness of Nature

What happens if nature gets crazy? - See some Funny animal pictures as following and Enjoy the imaginary Craziness of Nature..

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valentine's day Pug Friday - I need a laugh

Happy Pug Friday. I'm sorry I watch this video at least once a month. I can't help but laugh. Happy Pug Friday everyone :) I promise I'll be back highlighting rescues, but I haven't had much time to blog in the past couple of weeks.

valentine's day The END but just the BEGINNING!

Friday was a BIG day for us, Mr. Jetplane graduated from flight school. It was the culmination of years of hard work...really hard, stressful work. I have said it before, and I'll say it again...I am so proud of this man that I lovingly call my husband.

If you would have told me 6 years ago when we met that I would be a military wife I would have laughed in your face. But here I am the wife of a guy that freaking flies in fighter jets....yeah I know, crazy stuff, right?

Its not like I need reminding but when I am at a military event I get overly emotional. Sitting in a room full of high ranking military personnel, listening to 'war stories', and receiving sage advice for our futures.... I can't help it, I CRY!

I cried during the prayer before eating....I cried as a retired general spoke about what we can expect....I cried when Mr was awaiting to graduate...I almost cried when they gave all the wives bouquets of flowers as a thank you.

Its a scary world out there folks and my hubby is going to Afghanistan, he's going to be flying in hostile air space and protecting the lives of the folks fighting on the ground. This ISN'T a movie, this is real life...this is going to be my life. Everything got "real" real last night...yes I'll admit that I might have been living in denial, but its kinda easy to do when you've been in training for almost 4 years.

But as this big, heavy door is closing, we're walking into a whole new world. We're heading to Idaho. We're heading to our 1st operational squadron. We're heading to our 1st deployment. We're heading into this new chapter of our lives excited and obviously a little nervous. But I know we can do it... But now onto more important things....Pictures!

Here is my hunky husband awaiting his graduation certificate. Sorry the lighting was horrible, luckily they had a photographer there.

He is receiving his certificate from the Squadron Commander. Here is the whole class....don't they look happy?

But don't worry folks it just wasn't all pomp and circumstance...there was free booze.... Here I am with a fellow wife and Crud team member. That's our trophy and picture behind us!

And with a lot of free booze and a big, blue, beautiful limo driven by a DD...you get pictures like this one...Congrats to all the guys and their families... We'll see you all again in Idaho, England, or back in the Shady J.... Once an Eagle!

valentine's day This is how we roll...

1st things 1st, thank you all so much for the kind comments and tweets about our 2yr anniversary. That was really sweet and I appreciate it so much. We didn't really blow it out this year, with our recent Vegas trip and upcoming purchase of the 2nd house, we were low key.


We went out to dinner, hit up Lowes* for rock for the backyard, and then home. I had purchased a lil champagne earlier in the week.

Yeah baby...that's a clearance sticker on a bottle of Veuve Clicquot, I guess people over here don't like champagne. I got it for $35 from Target. Oh yeah...I'm not too proud to show you how we roll over here. But to be honest, I'm not a champagne snob...especially since moving here and the pickings are sparse. I do miss me some Sophia...that's my favorite champagne.

Too bad Mr. Jetplane doesn't really like champagne...oh well more for me right?

Well in honor of our cheapness, this song comes to mind.... Happy Tuesday.

*If you want to get some customer service at Lowe's where a low cut dress and heels...you'll get plenty of service.

valentine's day What to Wear...

Mr. Jetplane will be graduating from flight school in June. The graduation will be a formal affair and require a more formal gown, but that being said, Mrs. Jetplane is counting her pennies right now due to future trip to Vegas (30th day/2 yr anniv trip) and upcoming move and potential home purchase in IDAHO.

I wanted something cute but nothing that looks too "promy" or "mother of the bride". Also, nothing too slutty, some of the dresses women tend to wear at these things are at times borderline street walking attire. My goal is to always be classic and timeless, so I could wear the dress again if needed. But also I also want the dress to stand out and be different from the sea of silk, taffeta, and black.

What to see what I came up with...

Dress can be found here.

Let's hope we don't have a repeat of the horror that was my last dining out experience.

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valentine's day What's in a name...

Well, Mr. Jetplane got his call sign on Friday. This 'call sign' most likely will not stick. Call signs don't stick until you get into an operational squadron, and once your call sign sticks, well your call sign becomes your name...

I'm not kidding, wives call their husbands by their call signs, its weird when you get emails and they said, "Just let me or Ringo know what you prefer!"

So what's Mr's call sign...


Its MOG! He's his own best friend, which is actually perfect...BTW. Some might say my lovely hubby (like other fighter guys) tend to like themselves...alittle bit.

But why MOG?? Well if some of you have followed the Jetplanes awhile (or read my Twitter) you'd know that Mr. Jetplane has had some issues with air sickness in the jet. The John Candy character in Spaceballs (which I hope you all new that the clip of above was from Spaceballs, because if you don't...well we won't even go there) is named Barf, and since Barf is too obvious and been done before, they are calling him MOG.

Yes my hubby, MOG...

He's flying nights again this week and its painful for everyone involved.

Here's to a week of low drama and plenty of sleep...

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valentine's day Don't Follow this Yellow Brick Road

Good Morning...and Happy Monday?!? Yeah, that's a question I'm not quite sure if its happy or not. I hope everyone had a glorious Easter weekend. The Jetplanes enjoyed the sunshine, yard work, and food with friends. But one thing that put a serious damper on the weekend...

POLLEN!!! Its everywhere! And when I say EVERYWHERE I mean EVERYWHERE!!

You walk in some yards and your shoes turn yellow. Our driveway has a river of yellow on it. People's cars are covered with a 1/8" of yellow powder. We had to close our windows because our leather chair and ottoman were covered in yellow dust, and I don't even want to tell you how disgusting it was when I swept the living room floor yesterday.

We've been told the streets on base will turn yellow...Yeah...That's not a Yellow Brick Road I'm interested in.... especially when I woke up this morning...hardly being able to breathe...ugh...

I'm ready to click my heels and take me away from this...

valentine's day Hello Mr. Jetplane's Mouth...Insert Foot

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So I love my husband. He's a great guy. He's a funny guy. And if you know him in real life, you'd know he's a guy that doesn't always think before opening his mouth. I've tried to teach him about this, and he is getting better around other people, when its just him and me...thoughts enter his head and then come right out his big ol mouth.

So I'll set the scene for you...

Jetplanes both worked late last night and I needed to pick up my prescription the store nearby. So we decided to go eat some pizza. While eating our salads and Mr. enjoying a beer, I commented on how pissed I am that our base selection night got moved AGAIN...(yeah we're not finding out tomorrow, its been pushed to Monday). He asked why I am so upset about it.

Me: "I really feel like our lives have been on hold. We can't make any next steps in our lives until we find out where we're going."

Mr: "Yeah so if we find out we're going to Idaho we can work on getting you knocked up?"

(ever my eloquent husband, right?)

Me: "Yeah, maybe. But not until after my birthday...I want to get drunk!"

Mr: (rolling his eyes) "Whatever you say..."

So time passes and we get our pizza. Mr is also notorious for having conversations with himself inside his head and then saying something out loud like you should know what he is talking about....like you were participating with him in the 5 minute conversation he's been having with himself about the yard, or picking up the dogs' medicine, or even worse flight school stuff...

I digress, time has passed and out of no where I hear...

Mr: "I can't wait to build forts!"

Me: "What?"

Mr: "Yeah I can't wait to build forts, climb rocks, take him camping"

Me: "Huh?"

Mr: "Our future baby...I can't wait to build forts him and sleep in tents..."

Me: "Well I sure hope SHE likes to go camping!"

Mr: "HE"

Me: "SHE"

Mr: "Whatever as long as we don't have a "Hot" daughter, I'm fine!"

Me: "Excuse me...our daughter will be pretty."

Mr: "Yeah, well I don't want a 'very pretty' daughter, cute is good. I want a cute daughter."

Me: "What are you talking about?"

Mr: "Very Pretty Girls are whores and marry old men."

Me: "You are insane."

Mr: "No I'm serious, very pretty girls date old men and marry them for money."

Me: "Really, so I married you I guess that mean I'm not really pretty then."

Mr: "I'm talking about 10s here..."

Me: "Oh really...so I'm not a 10"

Mr: "UGHHHH...you know what I mean."

Yes, there is my foot in mouth husband....

valentine's day Apologies...

Hello All! Someone is crazy busy so I apologize for blogging this week is my low priority...Don't leave me...


For your enjoyment and since I'm a bad blogger...here's something for you to laugh at.

valentine's day How I go from semiformal to punk rock in 1 night...

On Saturday the Jetplanes attended their 1st Warrior Banquet which was also our 1st 'dining out' experience together. (I couldn't attend his OTS graduation due to being in a wedding.)

It was very interesting and actually quite a bit of fun. At our base there are 4 squadrons, 2 operational and 2 training, each is designated by a number, mascot/name, and color. We are the Eagles and our color is blue, therefore the military attendees where a blue bow tie and cumber bun with their mess dress and the spouses are suppose to wear something blue as well - dress, purse, wrap, shoes, etc. etc. The other squadron colors are yellow, red, and hunter green....yeah we had the best option, I think.

Here's our spot in the back of the room, which the boys selected. Away from the important people. All good since we were close to the back bar, but bad since we were one of the last tables to eat...

The banquet is to honor those warriors with us in that room, across the ocean fighting, and those we've lost. This is my 1st experience being part of something like this, sure I've attended Mr. Jetplane's selections, pinnings, etc., but this is the 1st time we've been with hundreds of other men and women that do what Mr. is training to do. I was moved when they toasted to their fellow comrades from our base that are no longer with us, toasted to the heroic acts of some people in that room, and toasted to an instructor in our squadron who is ridiculously funny (Mr's man funny crush) who has more hours in this jet then ANYONE in the USAF. Who knew this joker who makes crude comments at my CRUD practices is actually this awesome, amazing aviator...

(Here are the Jetplanes at the end of the dinner)

The drinks were decent, the food....umm...well its banquet food, and the comradery was great. We had a speaker, a General in the Air Force who made fun of the fighter community being arrogant jerks...which if you want a good laugh at one of these things...that's always the way to go, that's for sure.

There was all the rules of Mess that had to be followed..no clapping allowed must hit table with spoon, you can't leave to go to the bathroom until it is granted by the President of the Mess, etc. etc.


Then there is this thing called the "Grog Bowl" which is a bowl (sometimes Toilet Bowl) where each squadron donates booze and 'other' substances to it. The mixture is stirred and people are toasted and asked to drink from it. Its gross and funny all at the same time. Commander's wives were not spared and all of them in attendance (past and present) drank from the bowl. I would have thrown up, especially since I knew that our squadron donated Everclear and Ranch Dressing....yeah disgusting.

Here I am with some of the other wives from our training squadron, all our husbands are in class together. The blue fans were on the tables, our tables were decorated blue, plus fans were made of feathers...and we're Eagles...get it?!?

The dinner ended and low and below my husband is alittle intoxicated....drinking Johnny Walker Black I think can do that to a person, right? So I was the designated driver, driving us and another couple to an after party at one of the guy's in his class's house. We all got in the car, and as I was closing the door to the driver's seat. I realized that I couldn't really reach my door very well with my dress on. It wasn't tight, but I seemed to be sitting on it in an odd way. I stretched out and slammed the door shut. Then I felt a rush of coldness down my back. Well the top portion of my dress is open so I thought that might be it. But then that rush of coldness went down all the way to my rearend. I swore I could feel the satin lining of my coat on my back...no that certainly couldn't be it...I then slid my hand under my coat and what did I find... Oh just the entire zipper of my desk busted from my bra strap down past my butt....Oh yeah...

So we are in route to the after party and I'm looking for a drug store to go buy safety pins, and my drunk passengers are sure they can fix my dress. (I find out that our CVSs and Walgreens aren't 24 hrs...damn them) Mr. Jetplane even calmly responses... "Don't worry babe...I fix my backpack all the time when the zipper does that..." Ummmm...Jackass!! My dress isn't your backpack!

So needless to say we got the party and while Mr Jetplane attempted to fix my dress, another wife who happens to live in the subdivision, annoyed with her drunk husband, and wants to get out of her shoes/dress, offers to take me to her house and we can fix my dress.

Low and below, homegirl had like 100+ safety pins. At my house, you're lucky to find 1 when you need it...

So this is house my dress looked at the after party....

Nice huh? I just told everyone, I was going for that Punk Rock look... I really didn't care if you saw my bar strap...I was concerned about the rest of my back and my underwear.

Yeah it was quite a night...

FYI - Everyone LOVED my shoes...even the guys!