I read this one summer during my “college years”… I can’t remember which year though. I remember it, because the first book I’ve ever read from her was Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing. A kid’s book. This was not a kid’s book though.

The story follows the life of bored 1970’s New Jersey housewife, Sandy Pressman, who decides to reinvigorate her life by having an affair with an old high school boyfriend. Life gets complicated when she accidentally discovers her husband might be having a long-term affair himself.

For some reason, this book popped into my head today. (One of my biggest regrets is losing my library collection I had in North Carolina. I had so many books!)

I had to pick up my glasses today at the PX-mall. It’s actually kind of nice there, there’s a few shops and a food court in the same building as the main PX.

I saw a red cocktail dress and a pastel lace baby-doll dress; one thing I do love about the PX is that they have most of the designer brand clothes that I love, and the best is there’s no tax! (I was very tempted to get a Coach handbag that was $200, but decided against it, as most of the stuff I buy I end up donating to Goodwill with the price tag still on it!) I think I might have an addiction, actually.

I had to go there to pick up my glasses since my hubby is always forgetting to get it after work. He also forgets his lunch all the time too, so last night I put his lunch bag in the fridge with his lunch.

He had his weekly football game today, but I didn’t feel like going to watch him play — I hate the Georgia heat and humidity. Last week was the first game, and his team won; this week his team lost (8-9). They even have team shirts and all… an orange shirt, with a weird looking lizard design on it.

We were invited to a children’s birthday party tomorrow, from the Greek CPT. I went shopping for a sun-dress to wear tomorrow, and ended up with two dresses and a shirt too. I also got a darling little girl’s dress set for the birthday girl.

I came home and did not feel like making dinner. I was mad that the mister is such a slob. Every day, I clean up crumbs, the mess in the bathroom, pick up his dirty boxers; laundry, laundry, dishes, and more laundry. Men are so gross. Thank God for the convenience and laziness of appliances for the dishes and laundry!

I sat on my lovely sofa. I got up, and lay across the loveseat that no one ever sits in. I flopped on to the oversized chair, and dangled my legs on the equally oversized ottoman — such a melodramatic drama queen!

I felt very bored. The housewife life is not for me. I remembered the book Wifey. I can see why suburban housewives cheat. Stuck home all day while their husband is at work. It’s a very boring, mundane life.

Today, I did something I haven’t done since I was 12… I tried to stand on my hands, using the side of the bed to balance me… I think I broke my back.

A House is Not a Home

I don’t feel like I’m at “home”.

I talked with my mom-in-law today. My hubby had to go back to work at 5PM because he got a text for a briefing.

I had my first experience with Tricare Prime — WTF!?! The last time I had Tricare, I had Standard. I never went on base, and I saw whoever I wanted. I figured I give Prime a try since we are a one-income household now. Well, now I remember why I wanted Standard way back when I lived in NC — I wasted time today seeing someone, so that she can give me a referral for an ob/gyn.

I basically went in for a pulse read and to get a piece of paper to say that I can be scheduled to see a doctor. What kind of nonsense is that!? I told my hubby I wanted Standard. Referrals are a complete waste of time! Plus, I have options in choosing civilian doctors anyway.

You know, writing all of this, I feel bad for having my hissy fit moments. Especially for my hubby because I know he tries everything to make me happy, and I am just so hard to please. I looked in the freezer today, and I saw a box of DiGiorno pizzas… I ended up feeling bad that I didn’t make him anything for lunch (I would have made dinner, but he had to go back to base). Maybe I am just one of those people that are never happy. You know, the grass always being greener or something.

should be very happy, but I find being a housewife very depressing. Oh, I know I’m unbelievably spoiled, and I’m grateful for such a wonderful husband that spoils me, but I feel as if whatever career ambitions I had went down the toilet after I got married.

Mostly, I think my husband just doesn’t know how to react when I have a meltdown. He’s not a very sensitive or emotional guy; so when I do have meltdowns, he tells me to go shopping.

I don’t even feel like buying anything! I actually have a bunch of crap I want to get rid of! I’ve donated so many things to Goodwill since we’ve got here, it’s straight up ridiculous. (I even donated my wedding dress!)

I don’t know, I don’t see the sense in trying to sell something. I guess I’m just a very generous person. I rather give it away to those in need. Although my hubby does get upset when I end up donating clothes that still have price tags on them!

Mostly, I guess it doesn’t feel like home because we will only be here for a short while before we move again. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing because I’m not too crazy about Georgia. I do miss being in NYC though, especially since I didn’t get to go home this summer — who the hell starts school the beginning of August anyway!? Unbelievable. I’m so sick of this place already.

My hubby says I’m not allowed to buy anymore yarn because our bedroom is covered with yarn… what am I supposed to buy then?! I have way too much clothes as it is, I am practically donating at the drop-off box every week. Terrible.

[Review] New Nails Salon

Ewww. I do things now like telling my husband on a Sunday, I’m going to the salon to get my nails done. Funny, I have everything I’ve always thought I wanted in a marriage… yet, somehow I feel very unsatisfied. (Have I mentioned how super lame being a housewife is???)

The relocation has been extremely stressful for me, and my anxiety just can’t keep up with the stress. I am thankful for my amazing husband, but there are moments that I want to punch him in the face! Like, the day before I had my period — I cried into the pasta salad, and even though I know he means well, he tried to comfort me by saying, You should go shopping tomorrow.

He thinks that’ll calm me down or make me feel better… to send me to the mall or the salon. Oh, I know I’m spoiled, but there are just some things that a day of shopping can’t fix. I feel restless. Bored, actually.

Anyway, I digress! — I found a salon that I like.

New Nails Salon is located in Columbus, by where all the shopping and dining are. It’s a narrow interior, but there are plenty of pedi chairs and a few mani desks. They also have a fanning table to dry your nails and toes. They also provide waxing — I’ve noticed that outside of NYC, most places wax you right out front instead of in a back room or separate room; a bit awkward sitting there with a bunch of strangers getting your eyebrows plucked. What if you want a bikini or Brazilian done!?! (Which I’ve noticed a lot of places don’t offer… I hate shaving, I rather just find a full scale salon that does it.)

The prices are comparable. I got a mani and pedi, and my eyebrows done for $50 ($60, because I gave the lady a $10 tip). My hubby thought it looked very nice… but he doesn’t really notice things like that. He should notice, he’s the one that pays for it!

The lady that serviced me was friendly. She also knew how to do the flower designs that I like (sometimes I give myself a mani/pedi, and I do my own designs… I am super artistic like that, ha!) — they also have the tiny jewels that I love for nails.

They were super busy though, and I had a few minutes to wait. I’m sure they’re probably not as busy during the workday, but I went on a Sunday. The pedi chairs also has a massage controller, which is great. They also have a menu for different options for pedicures.

I highly recommend.

[Recipes]Stuffed Bell Peppers

It was my first time making it — my mom makes a Chinese version; she uses bitter melons cut lengthwise, and it’s filled with grounded fish instead… you know, I think Chinese people are so smart because of all that omega-3 fatty acids they eat so much of.

Funny, when I was younger, I was always so ashamed that in our fridge we had only boiled water, fresh fruits, fresh vegetables, and a live fish that was just gutted by the fish mongers — while my friends had Hamburger Helper for dinner. It’s so crazy how ignorant I was to my own culture and the commericalism of this country; all because the TV always made it seem as if making food that came in packets or out of a box was better; meanwhile my mother cooked with fresh ingredients for every meal. — But I digress!

Recipe below, people!

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F.

Cut the tops off the peppers. Remove and discard the stems, chop up the tops.

Heat olive oil in a large skillet. Add ground beef, season with salt and pepper. Add onions, garlic, and the chopped pepper tops and continue cooking.

I had a zucchini, like, just one zucchini in the fridge; so I chopped that up and threw it into the skillet too. I browsed my fridge to see what other stuff I had in there that I needed to use before it went bad — I chopped up thyme, scallions, cilantro, green olives with pimento, and roasted red peppers — it all went into the pan.

Fill the peppers with the cooked rice (I had leftover rice from the previous dinner), and top each with a sprinkle of shredded cheese (I had a bag left over from when I made chili). Butter on the bottom of the baking dish, drizzle the peppers with a little olive oil. Cover with foil and bake for 30 minutes. Uncover and bake for another 20 minutes.

[Articles] Thrive Global

Check out my two latest articles published today on Thrive Global (Arianna Huffington’s new company she created after stepping down from her namesake company, The Huffington Post)… I LOVE the picture of me for the Confessions of a Bored Housewife article, ha!:

The Millennial Era

Confessions of a Bored Housewife


We had a lovely BBQ yesterday with Danny’s coworkers, and I possibly met the smartest man ever — he is an Armenian liaison officer who speaks 5 different languages fluently.

There’s also a female Intel Captain, and she’s the only one in the group who is with the infantry guys, but she is going to Special Forces in NC soon. She’s from Upstate NY, and we talked about NY and I told her I lived in NC for a year, so I’m a little familiar with the state (but I lived by the coast though).

There was also an Iraqi officer and a Greek officer there; apparently they are doing some sort of partnership through their country and the USA — my hubby is considering becoming a Ranger Instructor — I’m not too eager to move to the swamps of Florida, or some small hill town in Georgia… and I’ll never get to see him either.

I’m tracking my baby app, the worst is waiting… well, I have about a week to find out if there’s a bun in the oven (fingers crossed). I lamented to my best bud, Ed, and he said you can’t stress or plan it, otherwise it’ll never happen — I guess that’s true. Well, I was planning on seeing the doctor for Clomid anyway.

Warning: Do NOT Buy This Book!!!

I found the pattern online, and it actually made me discover that she was selling her book pattern on Amazon.com using other people’s FREE patterns — do not buy this person’s book, she is a total con artist!

I recognize one of the pictures that she used as her own, and the pattern that she is charging people for by selling her fake book on Amazon! (FYI, that’s my ring finger and my hand!!!)


On Being a Housewife

Maybe being a housewife was the goal of women back in the day, but it’s super lame now.

I crochet all day. Watch TV. Go grocery shopping… occassionally run some errands, like changing my license, scheduling a dental appointment. Trying to figure out all the TriCare stuff because I want to see civilian doctors and not go on base.

Funny, when I was in my twenties, I wanted to marry a successful guy so I could be a housewife — now that I’m in my thirties, I rather be the successful one and not stay home all day. Staying home is lame, and I’ve got writer’s block, so I can’t even write any articles or finish my book (which is still due in November). I’m waiting for school to start because at least then I’ll have something to do and wake up for in the morning.

I basically wait for my husband to come home every day. How boring.

I am thankful for my husband, who loves us so much. He wakes up super early in the morning and works so hard for us, to provide for his family. He is the best husband and father. ♡

[Read It Again] Elite Daily

Sorry guys, school starts in about two weeks, and there seems to be a lot of things to do… why not re-read (or read for the first time) one of my most popular articles.

This was actually my first published article. 10 signs to look out for if you think you’re in a dead-end relationship. Ladies, if the sex is lame, it’s game over! Fellas, if she’s not even buying groceries when you’re paying all the bills, you got yourself a leech. Check out the article:


Family Guy

I love this photo of us.

Every woman wants a man to feel safe with; my guy is the best protector and provider for our little family, and we love him so much for it.

We are so proud of him for so many reasons: Bronze Star Medal for Afghanistan, LRS, Ranger School, Air Assault School, Airborne School (2 jumps away from qualifying for Jump Master…); getting his MBA, his EIB on the first try… the list is endless. He does so much for his country, the Army, his career — but especially for me. ♡

I never felt I needed a man to support me, as I’ve always pride myself on my independence; but do feel sometimes I need a protector, and I love having a man that I feel so safe and protected with. I seriously get so anxious when he’s away from home because I need a man in the house! (And because he fixes everything, gets all the stuff on the top shelves… and those annoying jars that just won’t open.)

I am so thankful to God for such a great man for a husband and father. ♡ — and because I know any children we have won’t end up being short, ha!