Monday, March 21, 2011


Homie has a button!
Please take the code and post to your blog and follow him in his adventures!
Help spread the word!

Please leave comments!
Homie's Paparazzi are following along too!
I'm sure they'd love the read your thoughts!

Proud Mama!

I am proud to announce
I am the Momma of  a White Belt/ Yellow Stripe.

Ok, okay. OKAY! I know that's no black belt,
but I am sure we are well on our way!

My Junior did his test last weekend.
He was so nervous!

But once he got into his fight stance...

He looked like a pro.

I love how Master Park rocked sneakers with his suit

This double kick, had Junior for the longest!
But he got it!

Getting his Yellow Stripe

My baby!

Check this kid out!
He is only 8!
He is a black belt!
He was amazing!

Whether Junior makes it to black belt or not,
we are proud of him.
We have always kept him involved in sports.
Even when he was three, he played Bambino Soccer.
Learning the concept of Team Work at a young age was important to
my Husband. He, himself played sports all his life, and at a young age
help him to cope when he Dad was away.

Does your child play sports?
Which sport gets you going as a parent?

For me, it was wrestling season! OMGOSH!
Watching my baby wrestle was the best!

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Homie Readys for Adventure

* Sorry this post is late, LIFE happened to me on Friday, LOL*

So just when Homie thought he was ready to travel,
some enthusiastic soldier reminded him,
" Um, Homie, I'm pretty sure there is some training you need to complete before heading out"

So Homie spent a day in
Medevac Training

I don't know if Homie is helping lift the litter, or comforting the soldier.
Either one is an important job =)

Here they are laying on top of the "injured" soldier, protecting him. 

After all that training, Homie felt the need to let his nerves down a little
So he joined in a game of rummy with some Mechanics.

After he won, lost, won and lost,
He got the word it was time to ROLL-OUT!

Good Luck Homie!
Look forward to seeing where you take us!


Thursday, March 17, 2011

Tune In Tomorrow!

To give some order to Homies Adventure,
Fridays will be the day Ive decided to Feature him.

That way it gives Homie some time to do a few things.
Fit in some photo-ops with his hectic schedule.

So tomorrow Friday, 18 March
Tune in and see what Homie has been up too!


Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Meet Homie

Hello Readers!
I would like for you to meet

Homie is a mean green, cotton filled
fighting machine!

Just kidding

Homie is our families version of a
"Flat Stanley".

Homie has his own personal paparazzi.
A number of soldiers will be taking pictures of him as he travels his new territory
and embraces new cultures.

We hope you will follow him on his adventures!

Sunday, March 13, 2011


Before I start this post I have to say this:
I am a Christian
I don't believe in black magic
and well, your just going to have to trust that I believe in God.

Why is she saying all this you might ask.
Well I am tell you this because I am going to tell you a secrete about my family.

Members of my family have a gift.
We can predict the events to come by interpreting certain dreams we have.

Yup, I'm crazy.
but seriously its true.

We don't know why we have this gift.
Maybe its something we inherited from my Great Grandfather
Natalio Perez who was a tarot card reader for Pancho Villa.

*Neat piece of my families history*

Any who, so certain dreams mean certain things.
Like most recently my mother and my grandmother both had dreams of weddings.
Which to us, means someone is going to die.

In the month to come,
my Aunt Beatrice died and my Aunt Betty died.

Spooky, huh?

Today, while napping, I had a dream.
I had a dream that I was about to loose my teeth.
It was painful, I could barely talk.
I was searching for my mom for help.

A dream about loosing your teeth means something BAD is going to happen. 
So many bad things could happen right now.
My husband is deployed.
My brother works nights in a club/bar
My cousin lives in the Bay area
I have Family in Hawaii
And then there are other things that could happen that are not so obvious.

Other dreams we interpret are:
Dreaming of a faceless baby= Someone is pregnant
Dreaming of clear water= Something big and wonderful is going to happen
Dreams of getting lots of money= you are going to loose money
Dreams of poop= You are going to get money (that dream is my fav)

I know most probably think I am full of it with all this dream mess.
But, it's never been a bad compass for my family.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Friday Fill In

1. During military separations (whether short or long) how do you keep yourself positive and motivated? submitted by Married/Single Parent

Its hard to keep myself motivated. I noticed if I look at the long calendar, it just gets me down. So instead, I create my own short calendar of events that make the deployment seem shorter, and that gets me going.
Example: My husband left in December, so my self motivating calendar sounded something like this:
Christmas will happen, then Juniors Birthday, then Brandons Birthday, then valentines, the Isaac's birthday, then Easter, then Mothers day, then Schools out, then fourth of July, then he will come visit, then my birthday, then Seanns Birthday, and Turkey day and thennnnnn He will be home! LOL! I don't know why saying it like that seems shorter to me, but it does.

2. What is your favorite concert you have ever been to? submitted by Young but Not (Completely) Dumb

Ive never been to a rock or hip hop concert. My Mom use to always take me to Christian Concerts and my favorite one was Steven Curtis Chapman. He is so awesome! His music feeds me Spiritually.

3. What do you miss most about your “hometown”? submitted by A Florida Girl and Her Soldier

What is there not to miss about San Antonio, Texas? Its such a family friendly town. Fiesta, the River Walk, The San Antonio Spurs, the food! OMGOSH! But most of all, I miss that my family is all there. They all live with in about 5 miles of each other. Its fantastic.

4. If you could run in any race, which charity would you choose to support? submitted by Wookie & Co.

I'm not sure. I would support anything with a good cause.

5. You find out Willy Wonka is your father, what 3 course meal do you INSIST he create in that stick of gum? submitted by A{muse}ing Mommy on a Pink Park Bench

OMGOSH! That would be 1) A chicken Cesar Salad followed by 2) Steak Strips with noodles, and 3) Italian Eis.

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Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Facebook: The Love/Hate Relationship

Ah facebook.
The micro-blog.
Or at least I am told that was its original purpose.

We all love it.
Its quite addicting.
Especially with all the cool games and apps.
I myself am a fan of Fronterville.
One of the FRLs I work with, he is so into his Fronter,
 he sets his alarm for when he needs to harvest crops!
Even if it means getting out of the bed at 3 a.m.

Now that's dedication.

Besides for the cool games and apps
families and friends are able to stay connected all over the world.
View pictures and video.
Its a wonderful thing that facebook.
Its so wonderful, even our Armed Forces are utilizing it.

But as much as I love it.
I also HATE it.
No-really-I do.

I live in a really small military community and everyone knows,
And for that matter, everyone elses business.

So when something happens, guess what?

People are so eager to spread the news, that they don't stop to think if they should.
They don't stop and think, that maybe whom ever the post is about, that they don't want their 
Service Member to find out about the situation back home via facebook.

That it would be nice for the spouse to be the first one to tell the service member,
"Hey Honey, we have a situation, but its under control".

That when posting someone else's situation on facebook
a certain amount of anxiety is brought to the readers on the other end.

That by posting the situation, you leave room for speculation and rumors.

That the Service Member is reading via facebook that something tragic
has happen in the house hold, and they are calling home,
cant reach no one,

So, here is what I say.
Unless the situation is yours to own.
Don't post it.
Leave others to their business.
And when or if they are ready to tell everyone.
Trust me.
They will.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Balloons on a Windy Day

Every weekend for the past 2 weekends
I have forced myself out of the house to go take pictures.
Not pictures for clients, but just pictures.
Things I want to try.
Ideas I thought of.

My Mom use to do this quiet a bit with me and my brother when we were little.

Any who, this weekends adventure was
First Birthday Pictures for baby I.

Thing is.
Baby I wasn't in the mood to take pictures.
So I put him in the car and let the boys run around
with his birthday balloons while I let him rest.

They had a blast

Just enjoying the day.
The Sunshine.

Until I asked Seann for the balloons back.
He threw the strings at me, instead of handing them to me.

Away flew $20.00 worth of balloons.
And as frustrated as I was at that moment.
I realized it wasn't the end of the world that I didn't get to take Baby I's birthday pictures.
That in all, my boys had a fun day in the sun with balloons.
And if $20.00 worth of balloons flying away was going
to be the worse thing to happen to me that day.
Ill take it.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Oops! Catching up.

I did not do my 30 day blogging challenge for four days.
Catch up time!

Day 4: Something you have to forgive someone for.

For not being the person I thought they were.
For using me for what I am.
For using my strengths against me.
For talking about me, like it would never get back to me.

Day 5: Something you hope to do in your life.

Buy a home.
My husband and I have been talking about buying a home when we PCS
and rent it out to military families .


Day 6: Something you hope you never have to do.

Bury my husband or children.

Day 7: Someone who has made your life worth living for.

My husband and children.
They are the world to me.
When they wake up at 0'dark-thirty
When they are barfing everywhere
When they make a total mess of my neat home.
They are it for me.
They make me.
They are me.