1+1=11

When your soldier is deployed, you have a lot of quiet time at night. Now I'm not saying thats necessarily a bad thing. For the first few months it can be almost heavenly. After a long day, the kids are asleep. You finally got that warm bath you've been craving and all is right in the world. So...begins the problem.

As one may have noticed, I harbor a slight tendency towards the ADD side of life.
Honestly, it's taken me 3 hours to write this much, because I keep getting distracted by something shiny. When they first told me ADD may be an issue, I said
"what... I wasn't paying attention". Then they said something about birds or ink pens or something, I still wasn't really listening. Oh, that reminds me I need to finish wrapping Christmas presents.

Oh, but anyway back to my quiet time. So you're sittin alone at night. You've watched the latest marathon of Vampire Diaries, imagined what your life would be like if a werewolf loved you, and wondered how accurate CSI:Miami really is...now what?

Being a person with an imagination such as mine, it begins to wander. By wander I mean an hyperactive Alzheimer's patient with a concussion.
Tonights quandry...
What would life be like if my entire family changed their middle name to Ray?
Jay Ray, Chrissy Ray, Sissy Ray, Bubba Ray and M-ray. I may have to have another child just so I could name him Ray Ray. (fyi:these of course aren't their real first names, I'm not that redneck!)
Where this absurd question came from, I believe it started with fish. Let me explain: I was thinking about how different my life has turned. When I first went to college, my major was Marine Biology. Which of course, made me think of dolphins, which made the leap to sharks, which naturally made the leap to the stingray. From the stingray, obviously I made the connection to Billy Ray. From Billy Ray, I started thinking about trailer parks and what it would be like to live in a trailer with a whole house full of kids named Ray.

I haven't always been like this. At one time, I was super quiet, reserved and dare I say even timid. Then somebody convinced me to think outside the box (speaking of which I could really use a taco). So I did. Then the bastard stole my box!

I'm sure somewhere out there some Jack@$$ is enjoying my box (get it jack in a box, haha-or for you Rudolph enthusiast a Charlie in the box). Although I do occasionally miss the snuggliness and security of my box..I find the fresh air satisfying. Besides I can't be ADD. I suck at math.