21 February 2012

09 February 2012

I broke his phone.

Normally, Ryan comes home after PT to shower and grab a quick breakfast before heading to work for the day.

Yesterday, he did not. But his phone was charging so I figured he'd come home at some point that morning. He did not. Then I think he's just waiting until lunch. Nope. Half the day passes and his phone is still sitting at the house.

He's a troop commander. He needs his phone, as evidenced by the numerous missed calls and texts. What in the world???

I think he's dead; never made it home from PT and is laying in a ditch somewhere. And my brilliant plan to call him backfired when I realized I had his phone.

Okay fine, so I call one of his buddies who I know might have tabs on him. Nope, old number. But sweet victory, the new guy was able to give me Ryan's direct line.

By this point, I've already loaded the girls and am on my way to his building to see if anyone might know where he is. And I'm dialing his office number as we meander through post to get to his building. 

Lo and behold Ryan answers. I tell him I'm on my way with his phone, even though he says it has been in his pocket all day.

Wrong.

We get there and he's in a meeting. No biggie; we're not in any hurry. I'm happy I've found him alive... The girls are excited to see Daddy... Ryan's grateful we made the trip to bring him his phone... And then I drop it.

Yep. I've dropped my phone a hundred times and the most I've ever gotten was a millimeter chip out of a corner of the screen. But not Ryan's phone. Oh no. This thing was cracked to smithereens. The entire face of it looks like a spider web. I offered to trade him phones but he declined. And I really should've taken a photo with mine so you had a visual for the story. These photos will just have to do instead.






07 February 2012

Beads! Beads! Beads!

I'm hosting a Mardi Gras party for the ladies in Ryan's troop. Told Grandma about it, and she had Grandpa send a box FULL of beads, which I still can't believe held nearly 250 necklaces.

Of course my girls were all to eager to model for you. They loved going through the box and helping me sort through it all.  Ignore Elayna's expression.  That's her demonic laugh smile.  And yes, it's as creepy in real life as it is in the photo.

Let's just hope this is as close as they ever get to New Orleans.