Sheppard Air Force Base's own Wisteria Lane

I was hesitant about moving on base, mainly the forty minute commute twice a day every day to shuttle the kids back and forth to the only school that they had ever known, and honestly military living, I should say "normal military living" is not my idea of fun in the least. I am not your "typical military wife". If you just asked yourself what does that mean? Just be glad you do not know. My little sister, Kristy can share a story or two, or plenty with you. (Camp Pendleton USA!)

A week into our residence we received new neighbors and much to my excitement upon meeting them it was if I had already known the wife, Jenn. For all of you who believe in past lives I hope that I am not a product of "recycling" but you know I sort of get where you kooks would believe this... Well, due to our busy lives we rarely had the great fortune (on my part) of spending time with one another, but over the summer I have gotten to know the family well, and I now think of Jenn as one of my dearest friends. (Why? because she is just cool like that. There is no room for judgment at her table.) (She did not even suggest to Eric that I be committed when I lost my "shizz" with the City of WF Sanitation last week. And believe you me this required great restraint on her part.)

Jenn and I have a "Bree Van de Camp Hodge type" here on Sheppard Air Force Base's own Wisteria Lane. (I never said that there was not room for judgment at my table.) Example, one Saturday evening as Jenn and I sat watching the storms roll in she (Bree) berated her child with profanities that I had never heard. (I am well versed. Not bragging, just stating the facts.) She gave us an education in all things Mommy Dearest would say... (I realize this is not funny and I should have called the authorities, but this would make me Gladys Kravitz, "the nosey neighbor" and I am not nosey just "observant".)

Then two weeks later as I sat out on a beautiful Saturday morning reading and sipping coffee Bree comes out before 8 a.m. and fires up her lawn mower. (Now mind you we have yard service and there is no need, unless you are just OCD, and then I suggest you watch A&E's OBSESSED. You will want to get yourself right after one episode of that craziness.) Now she interrupted my peace and quiet and woke up the entire neighborhood. (I don't imagine we will be seeing any I heart Bree bumper stickers in the near future.) Instead of getting up and going inside I decide to "people watch" (be nosey) and once she is done mowing her 12x12 front lawn, she washes her car and reprimands her children who are still in the house from outside at the top of her lungs. No wonder those damn kids are so mean, look at their mother. To complete her cycle of crazy after detailing her car she pressure washed her driveway and then mopped it. What! Seriously, she mopped it...

Now, I am just saying if you have to have a character from Desperate Housewives living on your Wisteria Lane let it be Bree. She will provide hours of random nonsense for your viewing pleasure.

My first blog is dedicated to Jenn R who laughs at my craziness instead of running in the other direction.