My Sister Clearly Stole My Ovaries

I am that type of person who really gets going on my Christmas presents in July. I just like the head start,  plus I'm cheap crafty so a large portion of gifts for our loved ones are handmade so I need extra time to get it. This year, I started in August. It's not July, but I am happy to say that I'm not knitting a million scarves this year so I gave myself a few weeks off. An idea for my parents and grandmothers Christmas hit me like freight train. More on the full story of the idea later, but it does involved sorting through lots of pictures. I have determine my sister has stolen my ovaries because boy does her son look like me when I was a baby.

A little background information, I was a bald baby. I'm pretty sure I didn't grow hair until I was going on three, which is pretty accurate according to the photos I received. So, I really do look like a little boy. I got over my embarrassment a long time ago for my baldness.

So here is my baby photo...

I know, I know. I look too adorable for my own good. Bald, but adorable.

Now, here is a pictures of my nephew Parker..

Well, it's a picture of me, my sister and Parker. But, this is a picture that has a similar facial expression. I have concluded...that my sister did indeed steal my ovaries because there is a freakish resemblance. 

This is a rather random post, but I found these pictures while working on a project and was really freaked out. All this time we thought Parker just took after my brother in law, turns out he does take after our side too!

Call Me Nurse Karen

Deployments are awful. I think I have adequately established that in previous posts. But, the absolute worst part of having your husband deployed? He's not there to take care of you when you are sick. On the other hand, that's why you need to have a great and strong circle of friends.
I had the honor of playing nurse to a dear friend of mine who had surgery to remove a cyst on her ovary. Sadly, they had to remove the ovary as well but that's when best friends come into play. We have reached the level of "holding hair back while puking" of our friendship. That's when you know you're bff's. She has recovered well and is already back to school.As great of nurses that me and our other good friend were, there is something different about having your husband taking care of you when you were sick. Pray for her! I have to have oral surgery for my wisdom teeth in the beginning for September, so pray for me too!


Oh! And I decided to have fun as cheer my friend up about having a bum ovary...

No, I haven't died

Well blogging world, it's been a while. But have no fear, I am back! Loads of things have happened since my last blog post. One thing being that I am now making that cash money employed! I am still doing the nanny route, but this time with two new children. They are great kids so it doesn't even feel like work most of the time.
We're also nearly twenty-two weeks down on this deployment! Can you believe it? excited stoked ecstatic there are absolutely no words to describe how I feel about the fact that we are over halfway done!

Speaking of being halfway done, I had what I like to refer as my "mid-deployment crisis" and went for something different when I cut my hair. I haven't rocked the whole across your forehead bangs in years, but I thought I could totally rock it and just went for it.

I also started a new set of classes. I am officially classified as a junior. This blows my mind because it means I'm halfway done with my bachelors degree! Boooooyah! Yep, I just said that. My favorite class so far is my psychology of criminal behavior. You may or may not know this about me already but I have a mild obsession really like criminal minds. I would totally go to school for the rest of my life if that meant I'd have a shot of becoming an agent for the behavioral analysis unit of the FBI. I say this, not one bit embarrassed, because it is indeed a real job. My dream job. But sadly, only thing scarier than "Karen chasing bad guys" is "Karen with a gun". So, that dream is put on hold.

More posts are soon to come world, so have no fear!

My favorite kind of Hoe.

For every summer that since I can remember, I spent my entire summer camping with my grandparents. Well, I camped with my entire family. It was my favorite part of my entire year. We had a camper at a local camp ground in Gas City, Indiana that had a pool and video arcade. From the moment I woke up, I would be riding my bike with my siblings or playing at the park until dark. After night time came, we'd all sit by the fire and roast marshmallow or hot dogs. It was an great chunk of my childhood.


The absolute best part of the summers spent in Gas City, Indiana? It was only a short drive to Upland. Go to your google search engine, and type in  Ivanhoe's. It's the first bit of information that shows up. Ivanhoe's a restuarant that has been around for year, and is a little gem for the locals. Well not only the locals, but for everyone. People come from all over the state, and even out of state to grab one of Ivanhoe's one hundred specialty shakes and sundaes. They are famous for their ice cream, but they also make a mean breaded tenderloin and onion rings! Besides my family, Ivanhoe's is one of my favorite things back home. I always make a point to go there at least once, if not more than once. 

Here are some photos from my last trip back home when we dined at Ivanhoes :)

 My sister Kia and I! 

All of us girls! My sisters Kia, and Coni.

My nephew, Parker, eating some birthday cake ice cream! 

We took Paker to play after our first trip.