May 27, 2012

Just a Table

About two months ago we sold our dining room table to a guy Trey works with. It was our newly-married, no kids table. There was nothing wrong with it, but it was small and I was ready for something more... grown-up, I guess. Our friend is newly engaged and his fiance just moved down. He didn't have a dining room table and ours was perfect for them. So we sold it to them with the thoughts of using that money towards getting a new one for ourselves.

Ahem.. Public Service Announcement...
Dining Room tables are expensive!! Wowzers. We weren't finding anything we I wanted at a price we were willing to spend. I have never really thought much about using Craigslist before, but after seeing multiple friends score awesome finds, the light went off and I figured there was no harm in looking, right? After not much searching, I found exactly what I was looking for AND WAY MORE for a fraction of the price it would have cost us at any store.
That china cabinet came along with the table!!
We were both nervous about going to pick it up. Who knows what kind of people we were going to run into. Turns out it was the sellers' first experience with Craigslist as well and they were just as nervous. They were the sweetest couple and we ended up staying and chatting for about an hour and a half. Long story, but it was basically a meeting meant to happen. Seriously.

The sweet woman said they had been praying over the family that would receive the table. They raised 4 kids around this table and wanted someone to get it that would make even more wonderful memories around it. So, there we are, two woman that don't even know each other, crying over a table. Trey says he's never taking me out in public again.

But, I couldn't help it. She nailed it right on the head. To Trey (and most men.. hell.. maybe most people and I'm just a tad emotional) it's just a table. I don't look at it and just see a wooden table, though. See, it's the perfect size for normal, day-to-day lunches and dinners. But it also came with two leafs (leaves.. does this rule apply when it comes to tables?) and two extra chairs. Which means it's perfect for guests and big holidays. I picture years and years and years to come of holiday dinners and just normal meals when our kids want to have friends over for dinner. A place big enough to sit when we have family come to visit.

Sitting around the table is where we always, and always have growing up, gotten our best quality time in. No distractions to keep you from actually talking to each other. The rest of the world goes away. There's good food and laughter. Memories.

Eating dinner around that table last night made my heart swell a little bit with happiness. It was just the three of us eating and I sat and soaked it all in. Trey was amazed that Andrew was sitting in the chair by itself and didn't need any kind of booster seat. He's big enough. He looked like such a big boy sitting there using a spoon the way a normal human being uses one (don't laugh, that's been a big battle 'round these parts) and I imagined what the three of us would look like sitting at that same table.. even though it won't be the same home... ten, fifteen, and twenty years from now. I hope we still have the same fun conversations and goofy smiles on our faces.
I hope we still find things to laugh about every night. Last night, Trey and I were laughing it up because I took my end of the runner and pulled it towards me, moving his bowl and beer away from him. He then talked in his best loud, Boston accent asking where his fork and knife where. I know, the only one laughing right now is my mom, but that's the point. It's a family thing. For the past who knows how many years, that's been a big, happy memory for us. My parents always would start that pulling of the runner, teasing each other throughout dinner. I can picture there smiles and giggles now and it makes me smile from ear to ear.
The whole fork and knife thing reduces me to uncontrollable laughter still... remembering one particular Thanksgiving, probably 6 or 7 years ago, when we all sat down and my dad said, "where's my fork and knife?". Only, remember he lived in Massachusetts until he was in his mid to late 30's (right?) so it sounded more like, "Whea's my foikin knife?". It stopped us all in our tracks and we just started at him. He finally realized what it sounded like and he had to tell us what he really said. Steven and I laughed throughout the entire meal to the point where it probably got a little obnoxious.

So there you have it. While neither my husband or I have Boston accents and Andrew will never think we've dropped an F-bomb at the table, I'm sure we'll do something that will make him tell stories for the rest of his life. It's not just a table. It's a place to sit as a family and I hope we get a countless number of meals around it  for years and years to come!

May 24, 2012

Good and Bad Days

Just as a warning up front - I'm going to try not to get all TMI (and I don't think it will be too bad), but I am going to talk about things like my empty uterus and trying to fill it. So if you'd rather not hear about that sort of thang, you know what to do :)

As most of you know, my husband and I would very much like baby #2 (does that sound better than using the "trying" phrase?). I guess I should say baby #3. We lost baby #2 very early on. Again, most of you know this, but just for the sake of telling the story, and new followers, there it is again.
After losing the baby and going through all of the ups and downs of the intense emotions, we decided that we didn't want to wait to go for it again. I have always just gotten pregnant when I thought about it too hard, so I assumed that's how it would be again. Well, not so much. I know I've only had two opportunities, and others have had to wait much, much, MUCH, much longer than that, but this is new to me. And it doesn't look like it's going to get better anytime soon.

My body is all sorts of screwed up. Basically, I thought I knew when.. ahem... things were happening, but I'd have better luck finding a needle in a haystack at this point. I know this happens to so many people. So, if you know.. is this normal? Not being regular for a while?

I have my good and bad days with coming to the realization that I may not get pregnant before my husband deploys. Yeah, we also have a timeline to deal with here. Some days I'm good. I can look at the positives. Those being:
I can REALLY get my body where it needs to be to have a healthy pregnancy.
I can take the deployment time to get better, quality time with Andrew that I wouldn't have if I did get pregnant.
Trey would be around for everything. Pregnancy and birth and at least the first year of said baby's life.
It would be easier to fly home for visits during the deployment. If I had another baby, I don't know that I would go home at all.
It would be an easier deployment. Period.

Then I have my bad days. Most of the time brought on by the news of someone else becoming pregnant (Disclosure: If you're reading this, and you are one of those people, please don't read too much into that. And please don't ever not tell me because you're afraid to hurt me. I'm happy for all of you, I really am. Others' good news is just a reminder though of what I want for my family. It is what it is). And while one minute I can be so very okay with where we are, I can crumble into a million pieces and not be okay what-so-ever with what we don't have. I can become crippled with fear and grief. So here is what scares me if it doesn't happen before Trey leaves:
The difference in ages. I want my kids to be close in age. If we have to wait until he gets back, at best they will be between 3.5 to 4 years a part. At best.
My age. At best I'll be 31 when I have our next. I know that's not decrepit, but again, not what I wanted.
What if it never happens? What if I never can give Andrew a sibling or Trey another child.
What if he doesn't come back? (dark, I know, but that's kind of impossible for me not to think about.)

So that's where I am. My good days and bad. I find that I'm having my better days when I'm praying about it and putting my trust in the Lord. I need almost daily reminders that my plans are terrible compared with His.

May 17, 2012

Separation Anxiety

I know I said I was going to go all Domestic Diva on y'all for the rest of the week, but I actually need some advice/moral support/a pep talk. All of the above.

I take Andrew to our on post CDC (not center for disease, but child development center) once or twice a week. We've been doing this for a while now.. probably since he was 7 months old or so. It's really a great service that you can find at any post. While they do regular day care and preschool, at the same facility they also have hourly care. As long as I make a reservation for him, I can drop him off for as long as I need to. Usually it's for a 2 or 3 hour period.

While it's always upset him when I drop him off, he usually calms down fairly well. He's ALWAYS had trouble with it. He's a little shy I think, when not around me. So whenever I go to pick him up, I usually hear something along the lines of, "he did OKAYYYY, mama." Or, "he cried on and off, but he seemed to have an OKAYYY day". Which has always made me sad.
A lot of my friends use the same service, and they don't seem to have any problems. They play really well there and don't seem to mind when their parents drop them off. I know that all kids are different, and I'm already very aware that Andrew has a certain level of anxiety. (I apologize, future Andrew, I'm afraid you got some these issues from your mama)  But, I would love to see him running around, playing, having a great time. Instead, he cries for me, and clings to one of the caregivers there for the majority of the time. 

The last two times I've dropped him off, they've had to call me because they never could get him to calm down.  They call if a child has been inconsolable for an hour. And I'm glad they call. But, I don't know what's going on. I'm at a complete loss as to what to do, really.

I bring him there for multiple reasons. I guess, first of all, are selfish reasons. I'm involved in things that require me to be childless from time to time. They aren't necessary things, but things I enjoy doing. I'm a member of OCSA (our posts' officer's wives club) and we have monthly luncheons. I really enjoy going to those and don't want to give that up. This is just one example. And sometimes, you just need a few hours to yourself when you have a toddler, right? I know being burnt out sometimes comes with the territory, but I also can't count on my husband to come home at 5 every night to give me a break. So this is the only chance I get.
Also, though, he's going to have to leave the nest at some point. I don't want him to be going through this in Kindergarten! Right?!

With all of that being said, if I thought they were not treating him right or that this was absolutely the wrong thing to be doing, I would take him out in a heartbeat and give up my activities and means of sanity. But that's the problem, I don't know if I'm doing the right thing.

Do I keep at it and hopefully he'll get used to it and his anxiety will lessen? I asked his caregivers for any suggestions or advice and they said to keep bringing him in. That he needs to get used to it. But am I traumatizing him? Is this just making it worse in the long run? Maybe he's too young?
All I know is it's starting to cause me so much anxiety as well, that my stomach is turning to knots the night before. Which I'm sure he is picking up on and isn't helping him a bit.

What do you think mamas? Feel free to give me your thoughts. I need others' advice from time to time!

May 16, 2012

Brain Dump

Again. That seems to be what I'm capable off lately!

First off, "hey, new followers!" I've noticed a few more of you pop up since the blog hop. If you haven't already, be sure to introduce yourself. I love to discover new, fun blogs to read! And thanks for sticking around. I hope I can keep you entertained.. but.. ughh.. no promises!

Speaking of new followers... I've tried to go through my reader and delete blogs that are kind of taking up space. You know.. the ones that I've just skimmed over for a year now and haven't found very interesting. We all have them. I know mine couldn't possibly be one just taking up space in your reader, right? RIGHT? Anywho.. I've tried to delete certain ones (calm down, mostly recipe and super mom blogs that I had the best intentions with, but never really did anything with them) and they KEEP. COMING. BACK. Whaaat am I supposed to do? Keep on skimming I guess!

Speaking of recipes... I've tried some really REALLY good ones lately. And good news? They have all been WW recipes. I feel selfish keeping them all to myself, so I may start posting some recipes periodically again. Those posts never seem to be too popular, but I just couldn't live with myself if I didn't pass these on. It's a big responsibility, but I'm up for it.

Speaking of WW... I've lost a little over 5 pounds now. Boooyahhhh! Do y'all know what 5 pounds of fat looks like? No? I'll show you!

Gross right? I almost threw up a little looking at that. But that's what I've lost so far. I'm motivated. I've found a website that is really helping me in regards to dinner - LaaLoosh. It's wonderful. A website full of WW friendly recipes and organized into categories. You should probably go check it out.

Speaking of being motivated... I've also started running. <--------- I use that term loosely. Very loosely. I've started Couch to 5K. AND I've actually got a 5K race that I'm signing up for. It's called Run For a Margarita. They give you a margarita at the end. How's that for something to push you through?

Speaking of pushing through (this speaking of is a reach and I may have to stop that now) - I've started reading 50 Shades. I wasn't going to. It usually takes me longer to jump on book bandwagons, but EVERYB-O-D-Y has been talking about these. And once I started I sure as hell wasn't going to admit I was reading them. But here we are. Shewww... those are not for the faint of heart. I'm blushing just typing about them. I haven't decided if I'll read the other two books, I mean, I'm not enthralled with it yet. But everyone says I'll have to read the other two. So we shall see.

I may be pretty domestic on the ol' blog for the rest of the week. I have an update on my quest to go au natural in the cleaning department to type up. Here's a little hint - all of my store bought cleaners are in a bag ready to be donated. Also, I'd like to share one of our favorite new recipes - a healthier twist on a classic Chinese favorite that is better tasting than the real stuff!

May 11, 2012

Mil Spouse Blog Hop

Hey guys!

Today is Military Spouse Appreciation Day and I think I just barely made it in time for the blog hop hosted by Household6Diva and RidingtheRollerCoaster. Make sure you go on over and check out all the rest of the amazing mil-spouse bloggers over there... after you read mine of course! I think this is my first time participating in a blog hop. I'm a little excited and a lot clueless.
This is my husband and I. Husband - FA Guy who seem to always be leaving me to go play Army.  Alabama Football Lover. Wishes he had a big truck, but drives a Ford Focus. Funny and he knows it. Pretty hot if I do say so myself.
Myself - Stay at Home Mama to a toddler who never wants to leave her side. Ever. Coffee, Wine, Book and Food Lover. Scrapbooker. Blogger (obviously). Weight-Watcher-er. Just as enthusiastic over football as the husband... almost. Proud Van Driver.

And this is our boy, Andrew. Car, Train, Bus, Truck, Dirt and Rock Lover. Silly as all get out. Milk and Playground enthusiast. Almost 2-year old. Crazy, crazy, crazy. And Adorable.

My husband and I are about to celebrate our 5-year wedding anniversary, but have been together coming up on 10 years. And we don't always dress like that above. We had a Derby party this year.
 He's been in the Army for a little over 3 years and we love it.. on most days. Joining has been something he has always wanted to do, but to be honest, I know I held him back. Lucky for me - he loved me enough to put up with my stubborn ways.
Now here we are in Fort Bliss, Texas, far far away from our "home" in South Carolina. We are two of the few who love it here! It's really a pretty amazing place. We live on post and really, it can't be compared to anywhere else (so I hear). AND it helps that I have the most amazing friends ever.
We are working hard to grow our family (sorry for the mental, mom). We desperately are ready for baby number two. We went through a miscarriage a few months ago and I'm very open with the whole thing. SO - over in my little corner of the internet, you'll here me talking about anything from our hopefully growing family.. nothing TMI.. promise, our Army life, A LOT about our son (it's only fair that you're forewarned), and whatever comes across this little brain of mine.

I hope you stop by and say "heyyyyy". I'm looking forward to meeting more of you!

Good News and Bad

What a week I've had! Let's play Good News, Bad News.

Good news - I lost weight this week.
Bad news - It was only .4 ounces. WTH.

Bad News - Andrew has been driving me UP THE WALL the past few days and he is lucky I did his 20-month update when I did. It wouldn't have been so sweet and gushy had a waited another day. He's been full on defiant, cranky, whiny (I cannot stand the whining), not taking his naps, and he woke up 4 times during the night last night.
Good News - He's out cold right now. I may or may not have drugged him. He better be down for at least 2.5 hours. I'll take 3.

Good News - My parents are coming out next month. They haven't bought their tickets yet (GO BUY TICKETS!!!) but they've talked about it too many times to turn back now. I'm really excited. Now that I've blogged about it to the world, you can't really not come. Sorry Mum. Get your skinny but out here!
No bad news there!!

Bad News - My car failed me today. SO HELP ME GOD IF WE BOUGHT A LEMON. The check engine light came on once but then went away the next day. All is good, thought I. Not so much said the car. I was on my way out to bring Andrew to his follow-up appointment from his ear infections. Light came on and the car started trying to throw us out of it as I drove it down the street.
Obviously no good news there.

Good News - Trey and I have a new niece! His sister just had her second daughter yesterday. Her name is Reagan Ainsley (nice name, right Kara?!?) and was 6lbs 13oz. AND she's precious. Beautiful just like her sister and her mama!
Bad News - Said SIL is a bit of a freak about putting pictures of her kids up so I can't show you how adorbs she is. I'm kidding about the freak part. I understand.

I hope everyone enjoys their weekends and Happy Mother's Day... especially to the best Mama ever - MINE :)

May 10, 2012

Brain Cancer

I just thought I'd jump right into what I wanted to talk about today, so there you have it, Cancer.

Did you know that May is Brain Tumor Awareness month? It's okay. I didn't either. You can learn a little about it here. I'm slowly learning a good bit about cancer. My Uncle was diagnosed with a brain tumor back in the summer of 2010. He had surgery and the majority of it was removed, but some stayed. The part they couldn't get to. He went through rounds of chemo and took radiation pills. I BELIEVE it was just after his first round when this picture was taken:
Andrew meeting his Papa for the first time. Yes, he's my Uncle but Andrew claims him as another Grandfather. 

I think Papa has another fan!

He had another MRI just a few weeks ago, and sadly the tumor had grown. I can speak for all of his family in the south by saying that we were all devastated. I can't even begin to put into words what his immediate family must of felt. He had a consult last Tuesday and had his 2nd surgery yesterday morning. I don't know too much information now other than it WAS malignant and he's going to start daily radiation pills again. No chemo needed for now. As of this morning he was up, sounding good and walking around. He was expected to be out of the hospital by noon.

Can we talk about that? How wonderful are doctors and technology these days?? My uncle had brain surgery yesterday. He's going home today. That's insane. In every wonderful way possible. I'm sure he's not in the clear, but he's home. He had a tumor removed yesterday and now he's home. Amen!

So, it's been a tough few years for them and it's not going away. I can't physically be there with them to help or support in any way and I HATE that. It's hard to be away from family on a day-to-day basis, but add in these situations and it's downright torturous.

So when the opportunity came up for me to be a part of Relay for Life this year, I jumped on it! That's how I can help. I can raise money for research and awareness. I can do this in honor of one of the strongest men I know.
So here is the link. I strongly dislike asking for money for any circumstances, so I'm not really asking per say. I'm throwing the opportunity out there for you if you feel called to give in any amount. If you can't, no hard feelings whatsoever. But if this speaks to you or you were just plain looking to donate to a cause, here is the link to do so
If you can't donate financially, we'll take all the prayers you willing to send up! According to the website I listed above, there is a 5-year survival rate for people with brain tumors. I don't really know what to expect for my Uncle, but we'll take prayers for just about anything. A miracle. Comfort for him and our family. Strength. Understanding. For him to live as long a life as possible. We'll take it all.

May 9, 2012

20 Months!!

My big guy is closer to his 2nd birthday than he is his 1st. Wowzers! Can you believe I'm going to be planning a 2nd birthday party soon? I can't. It's crazy talk.

This kid makes me laugh and laugh and laugh. His personality is blooming. Only around those he knows best. I think he is going to be pretty reserved around other people. He's going to be like his Daddy and keep to himself until he really knows you, I think. That may be a little hard for me to come to terms with... I've never met a stranger! We'll see though. Either way, around us, he is a clown. "Talking" a mile a minute. Running around like a crazy person. Making a million facial expressions at us. Lots of pretend play going on. We are having so much fun!
So much fun that he passes out like this.

He did have to go to the doctor for ANOTHER ear infection.. double the fun this time.. in both ears, but on the bright side, I have stats to list. As of 3 weeks ago he was almost 26 pounds and 33 inches long. He's wearing size 6 diapers, 24 month pants, 2T shirt (Of course we just bought a wardrobe of 24m shirts like a month ago.. that was the quickest growth spurt ever) and size 6 or 6.5 shoe, depending on the brand.

Andrew's language exploded in his 20th month! I couldn't sit here and list all of his new words (well, I could. I'm a little OCD and do have an actual, numbered list) but I just don't feel like it. Off the top of my head, some of my favorite new words are:
Cheerios (eeeyayoos), Window (dowdow), Trash (he one morning, walked by the trash can, pointed at it and just said, "trash". Yup buddy.. sure is), Bus, Yucky (kucky), Home, House, Bot (from Team Umizoomi), Cam (cum.. one of his buddies), Boo boo (he's gotten plenty of those lately!), Hot, Cold. He's very into the difference between hot and cold. If something is remotely either degree of hot or cold... he will let you know, my friends. I don't have my handy-dandy list around, but if I had to guess, I would say he has about 30ish words. It's so much fun to hear his sweet little voice. I'm loving it! FINALLY. He's also making animal sounds (woof, quack and boooo.. which is supposed to be moooo).
Drew and his bud Cam

We're pretty much done signing, because most things, if I ask him to say it, he'll at least try. I'd like to keep up the learning process, but after he's actually saying the word.

He's still eating me out of house and home. That's only going to get worse people tell me. Well then, we're always gonna be POOR. This kid can eat.
His nap is still after lunch and lasts between 2 and 3 hours. He has pushed bedtime back to 7:30. It could probably go even later (ex: It's 8:05 and he's in his crib playing and talking to himself), but Trey and I are such old farts and go to bed at 9. Not kidding. Our alone time is dwindling.
I can't think of any firsts off the top of my head besides all of this talking. We tried swim lessons, but he keeps getting these ear infections, so I've put a hold on that. His obsession with parks have gotten stronger. I think that if I pushed him out the door and let him go on his own, he could probably find his way to them all. If we turn the opposite way from them in the car, he spazzes. Yes, it's about as much fun as it sounds. Errands have gotten harder. He wants to play, not shop! If I try to go into the PX he RUNS towards Starbucks, to get his milk of course and then directly to the play area behind the PX. When I crush his dreams and make him actually go into the PX instead, shewwww.... Tantrum of all tantrums occurs. Who wants to battle that? Not this mama!
Milk and crackers at Starbucks. This is totally my fault. My not-even-two-year-old has a Starbucks obsession.

So that's what we've been up to!

Andrew baby, you bring the biggest smiles to our faces. You are such a joy to be around. You make everyone laugh, you are very sweet to your friends. You are pretty good with sharing most of your toys and let the younger ones crawl all over you without even flinching. I can tell that you have such a sweet disposition and I'm going to do everything I can to encourage that in you. I want you to have a love for people! Don't get me wrong, you have your fiery side, but all kids your age do. You are still VERY, EXTREMELY attached to me. You hate for me to leave you with anyone and will cry and cry when I do. I think we are past all of the separation anxiety phases and I've done everything I can to get you to be okay without me. I think that's just how you roll. Especially at the CDC. You lose your mind every single time I drop you off, but you are always having a blast after a few minutes. Sometimes I catch you, you can't fool me. You have also found a new love for your Daddy and ask for him all day long. I know this makes him so happy!

We love you to pieces big boy! But, don't grow too fast on your mama, ok?

May 7, 2012

Let's Catch Up, Shall We?

Life has finally slowed down a little bit and I can finally sit down with the ol' blog again. Or is it really just that a certain someone is in the field again and I don't feel bad sitting down at the computer in our spare hour after Andrew goes to bed. Either way... here we are.

Trey's been out in that darned field so much lately that when he is home, I haven't been sitting down at the computer much. I'm enjoying soaking up every minute we have together. Thankfully, it looks like that junk will slow down until July. I better soak it up because we then face our first extended separation. I'm freaked out about it and that's only for a month. How in God's creation am I going to do 9 months???

I was in a bit of a funk for the past few weeks and I can't for the life of me tell you why. It could have been a multitude of things piling on. For one, not getting enough sleep and not being happy with my body and diet. Also, and I don't think I went into too much detail about it on here, but I had been on Zoloft for a little over a year. It was working great for me and I felt like I could have stayed on it forever. It helped me to be such a pleasant person. Unfortunately, doctor's frown upon the use of Zoloft while trying to get pregnant. So I had to break the ties. It was an ugly parting. Scary at times. I didn't do it the right way at first and went through legitimate withdrawals. So I smartened up and listed to my doc. I've been doing good and can only notice a difference when it comes to my temper. I have a lot less patience. Anywho, I haven't been taking it for a few months now so I don't think that could be the cause of my funk. Either way, I'm feeling better. I'm accrediting it to getting more sleep, eating better and staying busier.

Speaking of busy...
We through a Derby part over at our house for our friend Ashley's birthday. It was such a great time. We bet on the horses and mine almost won. I don't know where the heck Amber's horse came from, but her's stole the show... and my money.
Pre-made cocktails

Drew gets jealous when I show affection to other men

That little boy pictured above has been a trip lately. More on him coming soon for his past due 20-month update.

I'm doing Weight Watchers again. I know, I know, I don't blame you for rolling your eyes. I wasn't even going to talk about it, because I always have these great big plans that I never, NEVER stick with. But there it is. I told you. Help me friends, help me. It's a bit easier this time because I have my smartphone and was able to download the app. All the info I could ever possibly need is right there in my phone. Wish me luck. I HAD to do something.

THANK YOU for any prayers you may have said for baby Abraham, who was born last week at 24.5 weeks gestation. I've been posting a few updates on my blog's FB page, but basically, he is a BIG BIG fighter. He had a surgery (I'm not sure for what) last week and came out of that well, he doesn't need to be under lights anymore as his bilirubin is already at normal levels, and they got to touch him for the first time on Saturday. WOW! Thank you God! I remember all too well what it's like to not be able to touch your new baby and those first touches.. can't compare much to that! I know continued prayers would be appreciated and I'll try to update y'all as much as possible!

Oh, what was that, you're all asking me? Your blog has a facebook page? Why yes it does. And you can come over and "like" it here.   I love having a blog fb page. I know the people who see my updates want to see them and I'm not clogging up others' news feeds. Why anyone would not want to get updates is beyond me, but whatevs. ; )
Also, I'm on Twitter. Maybe you want to follow me there too, yes? I've been loving following other bloggers there and the more personal interaction it allows. I can't for the life of me find the time to comment on all the blogs I want to.. but a quick tweet? Totally doable. Let me know if you're a tweeterer!

Well folks, that's the end of my shameless plugs. Enjoy the rest of your night.. or errrmm... good morning! (depending on what time zone you're in!)