Our Random, Fun Life!

When I woke up this morning, I thought that today was going to be a regular Tuesday. I got up and got dressed, got the kids dressed, packed Payton's snack in her backpack, poured Payton some milk and got her breakfast, and then got in the car to take Payton to preschool. I went to the gym to work my co-op shift and then worked out while Austin remained in the room to play. We then went to the PX to get a Go Army! Beat Navy! flag for my dad for his office, and then we went to get Payton from preschool. On the way home, Adam calls. The day took a turn that I wasn't expecting. Adam heard from the vet today and found out that Chance's mast cell tumor was Stage 2 and that he needs to see the oncologist to figure out what to do next. The cancer cells have spread to his lymph nodes so he will either need to undergo chemotherapy or radiation. Well, at least we hope those are the only two options. Chance after his mast cell tumor removal surgery Having a 1 year old and a 3 y

God of healing, please comfort and strengthen Chance during his illness. Ease his fear and pain, and guide the vet and all caring for him, that he may recover fully. Comfort us, too, God, that we may better care for Chance and make decisions that are best for him.  -From www.daybydaypetsupport.com Adam and I got Chance the week before we were married. We had gone to look at dogs before, but had never left with one. We almost did once when we were at the ASPCA in Savannah. We saw two dogs who were absolutely adorable, but we knew we only wanted one dog. You see, the shelter had named them Ziva and DiNozzo, and in spite of what the show says, we knew that they should be together. A couple days after we went to the ASPCA, I convinced Adam to go look at this cute golden retriever who I'd seen on PetFinder who was at a local rescue shelter. When we got there, that dog had already been adopted. We saw two dogs that we liked, one was a skinny, nervous girl and the other was

One of the worst things about being a military spouse is having to find a new hairdresser every couple of years. Once you finally find that one hairdresser who you love, you move or the hairdresser moves. It never fails. And then you have to start from square one with searching for that perfect hairdresser. Well, we recently moved, and so I've been avoiding getting a haircut. It typically takes at least 3 times to find the hairdresser I will keep. From there, it takes a couple more times as we adjust to one another until I finally come home from the salon a happy camper. I'm not super picky about my hair, but I don't put any product in it, which for some reason, hairdressers love to do. Cue my hair inspiration. My niece, Ashley, is my current inspiration. She is donating her hair to Locks of Love and so has been growing her hair out and only getting it trimmed. Well, I decided to follow in her footsteps and donate my hair as well. This gives me a little more time to fin