This Cute Guy Singing With Total Strangers Stuck In Traffic Will Make Your Heart Melt

I love this guy. This is awesome! Totally inspirational, too. We should all take some time to let some happiness into our lives!

Thought Catalog

I can’t tell what part of this video is my favorite — it’s somewhere between how adorable the guy is, how happy everyone is about hearing the song, or how into the dance moves some of the drivers get. Even though, knowing myself, I would probably just scowl at him as I rolled up my window (I don’t do well in traffic), I am happy there are some drivers out there who are in a good enough mood to make for an amazing impromptu sing-a-long. Yay! [tc-mark]

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My Latest Ultrasound.

I got to see my little boy today.. The tech went from his head to his toes measuring and looking at him. She kept saying things like “perfect!” “great!” “perfectly normal!” and then she got to his legs and… stopped talking. 

When I saw the doctor afterwards, the doctor said “Everything looks great… except his legs are a little abnormal.” (Like, what does that mean?) She said they were twisted in an abnormal way, and it could be a mistake so they want to send me for a Level 3 ultrasound with a perinatal specialist to make sure. 

My heart dropped. 

I am really trying to be optimistic and here’s where my heads at – I have had MULTIPLE ultrasounds and no one has ever said anything about my son’s legs being twisted or abnormal. I have to believe that everything will work out for the best. I have to. 

I love this little boy so much, no matter what. 

I see the specialist next week and will know more. 


A concerned Mom-to-be. 



It’s a…

It’s a… well, before we get there, It’s my birthday week!

I haven’t blogged in a while. I’ve been so busy with Wedding Season and work in general! Life has really started going by FAST! I am 17 weeks pregnant now and I feel like it was just yesterday that I found out I was having a baby… but you know what, I will take it. Time, you go ahead and move fast and get my husband back to me quickly. I’m cool with that.

For my birthday, my husband surprised me with a trip to a pregnancy spa. It was a day full of a pregnancy massage, pedicure and a gender-reveal ultrasound. (The ultrasound was more for him, I think. He really really wanted to know.)

I was convinced I was having a girl, we all were. We decided we would name her Riley Sue. Riley because it fit well and Sue after my Godmother.

So, imagine my surprise when the tech told us… it’s a BOY!!!!! EEE! I just kept repeating “Omg. What am I going to do with a boy!”

My husband is so, so, so excited. I can’t wait to meet this little boy!

One happy Mama-to-be.


Tell Me What Annoys You.

What’s the most annoying comment ya’ll get when you tell someone that your significant other is deployed?

These are some that I’ve gotten:

– “I thought they were done in Afghanistan.”

– “Obama said all the troops were coming back!”

– “Oh, I bet that’s really hard for his parents!”

– “Did you get pregnant on purpose since he was deploying?”

…. People, you suck.

Hey Strangers.

It has been so long since I last blogged and so. much. has. happened…. and that’s an understatement.

I flew to Mississippi to visit my husband before he left for deployment. I got to spend three whole days with him, which was heaven. Seriously. We went to the beach and stayed in the nicest casino resort. His parents came down too so we were able to drink, dine, gamble (which I didn’t realize how much fun gambling was until every slot machine I put $5.00 into, I won anywhere from $50.00 to $300.00 at!). It was a lot of fun!

The best part was that I am from a little town called New Orleans… which wasn’t too far from where we were staying. So, my grandparents were able to come visit for an afternoon and gamble!

After a much needed vacation and extra time with my husband, I came home and immediately felt different. My husband and I went jet skiing on the Gulf, and my body was super sore (from what I thought was from jet skiing).. turns out I am pregnant!!

I took a positive test on Memorial Day and freaked out with excitement! I kind of had this inkling that I was pregnant and everybody laughed at me. But HAH! I am!

I told my husband over Skype and he cried! It was so exciting to see him so happy!

I am terrified and excited for this baby… My husband will miss most of the pregnancy but I am okay with that! I am officially not alone for this deployment. I officially have a little girl or a little boy to keep me entertained for the next 9 months! This is going to be interesting!

A positive outlook today.


Why Things Have Gotten Easier

Things are really going smoothly. We’re 3 weeks in, and I’ve turned to the “Milso” community quite a bit over the past 3 weeks and am amazed with the support I’ve received.

I get to see him very soon, though. I’ve started a countdown to my trip and having something to look forward to – is making this much easier.

(Deep breath)

I just don’t know if I’m ready to say Goodbye… again.

That Moment When You Cry To Your Boss.

I went to work today with the shirt my husband wore the day before he deployed.

I have the most trouble in the morning, leaving my house. I don’t want to leave. I like being home where things remind me of him.

I love that our bed still smells like him. Eventually, his lingering smell and little things he left places are going to be gone. I’m going to clean the sheets, and pick up his boots, etc. I’m going to have to figure out a way to cope with that.

I’m not there yet, though. Here’s where I’m at today… My boss came up to me, I don’t remember what she had to say but she looked at me for a second. A second too long. I lost it bawling.

She just kept asking me “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?” and I just kept on bawling.

… so, that was cool.


Today. Freaking. Sucked.

Goodbyes are hard. Period.

He’s gone. He left this morning for an undisclosed amount of time spent training before he leaves for Afghanistan. I know that I get to see him one more time before he’s out of reach so in a strange way, I’m doing okay, yet I’m still a hysterical mess.

My friends who are dating soldiers/marines and understand the heaviness of “see you later” , surprised me at my house when I got home with a craft-day and lots of food and wine! They’re pretty amazing.


Our art projects!

I don’t even know what to say about him leaving. This morning was tough. They kept stringing us along. “One extra hour with your families”… 15 minutes later… “Actually, the buses are going to be late. You have another two hours.” …. 10 minutes later… “Buses are loading in FIVE minutes. Say your goodbyes!” LIKE WHAT!? Stop messing with my emotions, Army!

I miss him so much but this is just the beginning. I will get stronger… eventually. I know it.

Preparations for Deployment

I can’t believe we are preparing for deployment. I’m still in complete denial.

My husband wants to discuss things like Power of Attorney and his living will, what happens if something happens to him, and what he would like me to do with the life insurance money.

…I don’t want to discuss any of the above and would like to slap my husband across the face every time he brings it up.

This is where I am in my life. Learning how to Army-Roll a t-shirt and why certain fabrics aren’t allowed in a combat zone. Helping my husband to fit his entire life into a ruck sack. Talking about things like life insurance. This is where I am but not where I want to be.

I remember the day we found out he was deploying. My husband is National Guard, so we have a few more luxuries than Active Duty families (I have so much respect for them.). One of those luxuries is that we found out about the dreaded deployment months ahead of time. We had plenty of time to come to grips with it. (Not that I did, however.)

Anyways, I was sitting in my living room enjoying a bowl of straight broccoli. I was pregnant and we were very excited for the baby on the way. Just living in our own little, blissful bubble. My husband got a phone call and took it in the other room and when he came back, had a grim look on his face.. one of shock and despair, but not for him. It was more like he had just heard bad news and didn’t know how to tell me.

So, he just told me. Ripped the band-aid off. “We’re deploying in April.”

I’m a National Guard wife. I’ve watched Army Wives but I don’t know what’s real life and what’s dramatic for TV. I have friends who are married to soldiers but they don’t really discuss their husband’s deployments or work with me. (In hindsight, I understand why now.) This is whole new ball game for me.

I said, “Ok. Where to?” and he told me. I said, “for how long?” and he told me.

All I could think about it was our baby. He would miss everything. The first time he smiled, the first time he talked, the first time he walked, the first time he rolled over, etc etc. He would miss the first everything.

I must have thought about it too much because at about 3 AM that night, I started bleeding.

We lost a baby boy that day. The doctors wanted me to deliver him and gave me three days to let my body go into natural labor, but my body didn’t want to let him go, so I ended up having surgery later that week. And then he was gone. Just like that.

I lost my son and I was soon going to lose my husband.

I went through a dark time for a few weeks where I blamed myself and thought and thought and thought about what I could have done differently. My doctors told me that when there is a problem with a pregnancy or the way the baby is growing – your body will naturally terminate the pregnancy. They told me that “If something is wrong with your pregnancy, it was wrong from the very beginning. You couldn’t have done anything differently.”

But you don’t hear that when they tell you. I mean, really hear it. All you think about is – what he would’ve been like, what he would’ve looked like, and if you wished this in some twisted way when you freaked out about your husband missing his first year.

I would wake up in the middle of the night to someone hysterically crying and realize it was me. It hurts even sitting here writing about it. I know “miscarriage” is something people either talk a lot about or they don’t say a word. For me, afterwards, talking about it was all I wanted to do. I needed it. As crazy as it sounds, I needed people to tell me their stories and I needed to feel like it was not the end.

So, my husband and I never do anything normal. If we fall in love, it’s dramatic. If he gets deployed, it’s dramatic. It’s like we have to go through it the hardest way possible.

It has brought us so much closer together though. I’m so proud of my husband and the way he dealt with everything.

And now here we are, preparing for this deployment that is rapidly approaching and I’m still so proud. I wish I could read his mind. You know? Know what he is really feeling deep underneath all of this macho-man-hooah B.S.

Even if he never shows me how vulnerable and nervous he really is, he knows that I’m here for him whenever he needs me. Just like he was there for me through our miscarriage.