This blog chronicles the lives of the Caffee Clan: Brian, Kelly, Josh, Jason, Lauren and Katelyn as we navigate life as a large, loud, military family that lives on the verge of complete chaos! I'm Kelly, AKA "Mom", "Mama", "Babe" or the "1SG's wife", I am 37, a stay-at-home-mom that dreams of someday working in the marketing field. I love photography, scrap booking, healthy eating and cooking, my family, music and dancing!! I have a fetish for gross medical stuff, like unusual diseases or strange growths, and sometimes I wish I was a midwife. As you read, you might notice that I have an slight obsession with cleaning and germ-avoidance, but do not fret, I am aware and I am working on it. And I love making lists! I have lots of opinions about lots of things and this is what is represented here! I'm not always right (wait, I'm NOT??) but I always have something to say!!!

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

RemembRED....your worst memory.






I saw this writing prompt from RemebRED and didn't know if I could do this. I am pretty open, but I don't think I can be that open here in this space yet. I still don't really know where this will end up or if I could actually share a specific horrible memory that haunts me to this day. Honestly,  I don't really have one particular moment in the last 38 years that stands out among the many sad moments I do have. They are all bad. A few still leave me breathless. Most of them are common to all of us; the death of loved ones, diseases that are suffered, illness or trauma that is unexpected. We all suffer these things at some point in ours lives - it's our common bond as humans and it's hard. Really, really hard.

But some memories come from choices that we make consciously. And they burn us to our cores when we illicit them from the past. These are the memories that are hardest for me. The times in my life that I chose to hurt others or say harsh words or act selfishly even though I was fully aware that I would bring someone else pain and ultimately, a set of their own bad memories. I have done just that countless times. Too many. To say that I would take each and every moment back would be a lie, though. Sometimes I was "living in the moment" too much too really comprehend how much my actions would wound those around me. Truthfully, sometimes I knew but didn't really care until the hurt surfaced on someone else's face. But by then, it was too late. I have vivid images of people in my life staring at me with their mouths wide open, in utter disbelief at my behavior. Moments when my actions stole the light from their eyes. Actions I could have avoided, but chose not to. 

 Those moments, that awful realization of inflicted pain, are the memories that haunt me the most. 

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Hi, my name is Kelly and I am an addict.

I am addicted.
I love ink.
I love it on my body.
The latest:

#5

It's in the middle of my back, in between my shoulder blades.
I don't think you can tell that from this pic.
So....
I have found something that I like about Guam
besides the food, ahem.
His name is Jimmy and I pay him to draw on me.
Stay tuned for #6, 7 and 8!!!!


Saturday, August 13, 2011

My heart is heavy.....

I was skimming through Facebook posts the other day and came across a snippet that a friend had written. She is a baker/blogger/generally all around amazing person and creates beautiful images of everything she makes. This post, however, was about a fellow blogger that had very recently lost her husband unexpectedly. I don't know the family or the woman at all, but I was so moved by her story. I can't even begin to articulate what she has been through, I am not even going to try - I just know that what her story took my breath away. And I can't stop thinking about it. The link is below.


She requested that people worldwide make a peanut butter pie and hug their loved ones on Friday in honor of her beloved husband; it was his favorite. I pray that she feels some comfort in this small act done by so many around the world and that she learns to accept her "new normal". Here is my peanut butter pie for Jennie and Mikey:

In honor of Mikey....


Monday, August 8, 2011

Where have I been? Oh, yeah....now I remember!

I've been working!!
It's going pretty well, too.
My first day of school work!!
My kids have *only*:
1. Broken bones
2. Locked themselves out.
3. Let the dog escape.

Sad boy.
And that's just the boys.

The girls have been at the childcare providers' house.
Why can't I just say babysitter??? 
So they have not really been in trouble.....
Katie just likes to push.
My kid is a "pusher" instead of a "biter".
And I don't mean that in a druggy sort of way.
Heeellllloooo, she's 3.

The Pusher
In other news, our van is infested with ants.
I KNOW!!!!
Welcome to ever-loving Guam, bug infestation capitol of the world.
People, my VAN is infested!
I am going to crawl out of my skin.
The only option is to sell it immediately.
Or set it on fire.

What else, what else...
hmmmm, this past Saturday we had a very fun dinner party.
I consumed a few too many margaritas and it was really fun.
Did I mention how fun that was?
Well, it was. Really fun!

Moving right along....
my hair is still dark and I haven't messed with it at all.
Here is the picture you have been dying for:
Dark hair. And as an added bonus, birthday footage.
I turned 38, but my hubs thinks I'm 37 - note the candles.
And then be quiet.
Seeeee....37....and this is what I look like post-Zumba. Don't judge.

This is what I got for turning THIRTYSEVEN.
And *this* (blog) is what YOU get for my lack of attention and /or margarita consumption writing material.

~K