Hi. My Name Is Janna, And I'm A Habitual Overachiever.

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Alright, so we all know I'm new to the whole spouse club-volunteer-thing. It's been less than three months since I even joined the club, and now not only am I Secretary, I keep volunteering myself for stuff. What's worse, is that it's not even jobs they ask for volunteers for. I am creating NEW jobs for myself. What does that mean? Well, for example, we were going over decorations for an upcoming event and we needed owls. We planned to buy some little statues, but somehow I mentioned that I can paint and the next thing you know, I was tasked with painting FOUR- five FOOT by four FOOT owls.

On top of that, I also volunteered my go to T-shirt company when they thought we couldn't get shirts made in time. This meant that I also had to wrangle up the orders and create the graphics within a 24 hour period to make it happen. Oh, and let's not forget the event 'passports' that have to be designed, because I didn't like the idea of a plain white piece of paper. So you see, I have no one to blame but myself.

I think you could say I work harder for free than when I was a real member of the work force. Whatevs, at least I'm keeping busy, I love painting, I'm the queen of tedious projects, and it really does feel good to volunteer. If only I could ditch the secretary duties, all would be great! J/K, but typing up these minutes every month may be the death of me. Well, that and the lovely Glucose test I'm taking this morning. No, I'm not pregnant, FYI. I've just had some blood sugar issues lately, and it's been a while since my sugar levels have been checked. Almost passing out a few times and blurry vision is starting to get really old. Wish me luck! Anyone that's had this test...I know you feel my pain.

Hob Knobbin' Around Fort Rucker

With all the excitement lately, I realize there have been a few key events left out. I may not get to them all, but I really want to brag about getting to be a part of the Fort Rucker Spouse Club. Now, if you had told me that I would want to be a part of something like this five years ago, I would have thought you were crazy. In fact, Will used to give my false information  to the organizations on post, because some of the groups were more about drama than support. Luckily, here it's a whoooole different story. In particular, this night was filled with good food, a few shenanigans, and an open bar. I could really get used to this!

Oh yeah...that's me down there, front and center with the Command Team spouses for the whole post. Spouses don't wear rank, yadda yadda yadda, but these high powered ladies make me feel weak in the knees. They are surprisingly pleasant, and yet awe-inspiring. Maybe it's because I've spent more time with high ranking officers than spouses, but it's very exciting to experience this new culture of the military. Plus it's a lot more pressure for me, because now I become a part of his career, as well. Needless to say, I feel way in over my head, but I'm happy to learn the ropes and support my soldier in anyway possible. At the end of the day, we are all just spouses who love our soldiers!

Some of you may recognize the dress from my Altar'd State shopping spree, but let's talk about that hair though...I haven't curled it in what feels like a year, and I realized how much I missed it. It's still a pain in the butt, but sometimes it's worth the trouble. Do any of you have a favorite {easy} way to curl your hair?

Become friends with people who aren't your age. Hang out with people whose first language isn't the same as yours. Get to know someone who doesn't come from your social class. This is how you see the world. This is how you grow...

Baby Fever Or Birth Control?

Have I mentioned how amazing it is to be living close to home? Not only did my wonderful In-Laws come to stay with us recently {FIL made me a coffee table, more on that soon}, but while laying in bed Friday night, we decided to pop down to Pensacola for the weekend!

Momma made us Dumplins, we had a sleepover at grandma's, and we got to play with lots of sweet, precious, little babies. I'm tellin' ya, these kids were so cute that I almost, almost felt my uterus flutter. Normally, I would avoid a toddler birthday like the plague, but I happen to love my childhood friend Carmela enough to play Minnie Mouse for the day. It's funny that we grew up playing together and now we get to watch Savannah and her little friends form lasting friendships like ours. Oh nostalgia...

I died when she put her tool belt on and immediately started working on her jeep. Can you tell she's a daddy's girl? All I know is that I'm proud they are raising her right, because girls can play tools and cars too. But even cuter...please meet Miss Lennon.

She's my other BFF's little bundle of joy that I finally got to meet on Sunday, and she was the cutest wobble baby that I've ever held. She's gorgeous, sweet, alert, and smart, but she is all malleable and soft to the point where you never want to put her down. Unfortunately, I did have to put her down because we had to drive two and a half hours home before it got too late. Why the random picture of a dirt road, you ask?

Welp, we tried a new route that lead to a closed road, and then got rerouted to a dirt road. We giggled a bit, but there was nothing much else we could do during one of life's little adventures. Welcome to sweet home Alabama.

Sometimes life gives you dirt roads...charge your gps and enjoy the ride!

When Healthy Goes Wonderfully Wrong

I don't like to label food as good or bad and try to think of it as fuel or filler instead. That's why I look at a lot of delicious looking recipes and think that I can take them from 'bad' to 'good' with just a few changes. Recently, I had the bright idea to lighten up a Loaded Baked Potato Casserole, but even lightened up...it's still horribly delicious. At least my intentions were good, and as I put it together I really thought I was making progress.

Healthy...

Healthy...

Semi-Healthy...

Damn...

Hey, you win some, you lose some. At least I can't call it a complete loss. Tell me this doesn't look delicious. D-E-L-I-C-I-O-U-S.

4 red potatoes, cubed

1 bag frozen cauliflower, thawed

3 tablespoons olive oil

4 chicken breasts, boiled and shredded

8 slices bacon, baked and crumbled

1 cup cheddar

1 cup mozzarella

6 green onions, sliced

4 tablespoons butter, sliced

1 cup sour cream + more to serve

Garlic powder, salt & pepper, to taste.

Instructions

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Place potatoes and cauliflower in a 9x13 baking dish. Drizzle with olive oil and season with salt, pepper, and garlic. Stir to coat evenly, and then stir in half of the cheese and sour cream. Cover with aluminum foil and bake for 30 minutes. 

While that is baking, mix the other half of the sour cream, 1/4 of the cheese and most of the bacon into the shredded chicken, and then mix it in the casserole around the 30 minute mark. Top with the last 1/4 of cheese, lay butter slices over casserole, and season with salt & pepper.

Recover with aluminum foil and bake for 30 minutes. Remove foil and bake for 15 more minutes. Top with green onion and the last of the bacon.

I'm not going to suggest you make this, but if you do I must warn you, anyone who eats it will instantly fall in love with you. Consider it an aphrodisiac of sorts, and you can take my husband's word for it. WinkWink. A man's heart really is through his stomach.