Happy Birthday Seabees!!!

(Don't we look like we are having fun? And that I am trying to keep my top from showing anything!lol!)
(Navfac wardroom aka the people Ben works with)
(The spouse club)
(My very fancy ball shoes! My dress was really long and you couldn't see my feet. I also knew that the parking garage was not close to the ball room, so I took advantage!)

(The birthday cake with frosting that turned your mouth blue!)
(My centerpiece that I won, thanks to Ben!)
I have really struggled to keep this blog updated, ecspecially on non-pregnancy related issues!:)

I was trying to decide if I wanted to go to Seabee Ball this year. Finding a formal maternity dress, figuring out hair, make up, jewlery, babysitting etc. etc.It is a lot of work! Once I found a dress though, I was all in! I found it online and was excited when it got here on time! The top was a little big and needs to be taken in, but thanks to safety pins and double sided tape...it worked! :)

Our friends took the kids over night. It was so nice because we just met them at church the next day. I didn't even have to wake up early with kids. Ben and I slept until 8! Lovely sleep, lovely!

We had a great time and I was glad I went. Last year I was really involved in our Spouse club, but with my crazy schedule this year that just hasn't happened. So it was fun to get together and catch up. Although I have to say that my favorite part (besides being all dressed up and on a date with Ben) is when everyone stands up and sings the Seabee Song. I just love it! Anyway,it was a lot of fun.

**And just to add some little pregnancy news, 2 more days until we find out! Wahoo!

Happy Birthday Seabees

( the Navfac Wardroom, good lookin' bunch huh?)

(my friends Cindy and Tiffany)
( My absolute favorite part of Seabee ball is seeing all these grown men singing the Seabee Song. The Ensigns have to start it off)
( the oldest and youngest Seabee cutting the cake)
(this is our CO speaking
( this is a picture of the centerpieces that we worked on for each table)


After months of meetings, fundraiser lunches, Navfac shirts to be sold, a bake sale, VIP gifts, centerpieces, trips to find latte stones and more...it all came down to...

3 dresses ( finally narrowed it down to the "one"
2 sets of earrings ( 1 broke and the store wouldn't exchange it so Ben bought a brand new pair for me)
a necklace
bracelet
2 pairs of shoes to choose from
make up at 12:30
hair at 1:30 which consisted of 28 bobby pins( and oops chit chat until 3:30!)
get ready by 5
Jonathon ( babysitter) comes and last minute instructions
kisses goodbye
drive to the Marriott
check out the centerpieces
fix the POW table
people start arriving
pictures
dancers
dinner
talking
laughing
good times

procrastination

For as long as I can remember, I have been a procrastinator. Putting things off until the very last minute. And as I sit and write this, a lot of them come to mind. Like telling Mrs. Yates I forgot my essay at home, and could I run home and grab it? And in actuality I went home and typed it out. ( Sorry Mom!) I still pulled A's in her class though...

Or doing laundry first thing in the morning b/c I forgot to wash something the night before. Packing at the last minute. Or stopping at the store to pick up a baked good that I promised I would bring somewhere and never made something. Those are just a few of them.

So, for the most current in my procrastinating ways, Seabee ball is on Saturday. I have known for a good 4-5 months that it would be falling on Saturday. Seeing as there are a lack of stores here, you might think that I would have bought my dress early. But no. Why would I do that when I could wait until the last minute? About a month ago I found a dress online that I liked. Did I order it? Nope, waited a little longer. But seeing as how I waited, I decided to pay EXTRA to get it here a little earlier. It came today.Phew, wipe the forehead right? WRONG. It is the wrong dress. It's cute. Not the color I picked, or the style but it's cute. It is also huge. When ordering I didn't take into account that it.might.not.fit. Oiy! What is a girl to do? Oh I know, run around the island like a mad woman looking in every store for something.
Nothing like the thrill of the hunt right?