Saturday, June 09, 2007

Free media?

*Rant, which I stay away from, because of plain anger*

*The end is not so nice either*

*sorry folks*

I spent my evening trying to catch up on news. And noted the media outlets find Paris Hilton so fantastically intriguing, that she is all the rage. I am amazed that anyone finds the story of an overindulged woman so fascinating AGAIN.

There is a cost to this, Americans (not all of us), but apparently enough to continue to feed the beast of old media. The cost? A populous of uneducated, narcissistic idiots.

A populous, that thinks the only Wars on Terror going on are in Afghanistan and Iraq. Oh and let us also remember, there is an entire group of people that think "there is no REAL THREAT of terrorism.

What about this?

Saturday June 9, 2:31 AM
One dead, 22 injured in bomb attack in Thai south

AFP Photo

At least one woman was killed and 22 people injured when a bomb exploded outside a crowded tea house late Friday in Thailand's restive Muslim-majority south, police said.

Officers suspected it was the work of Islamic militants as the targeted shop in Yala was popular among government officials and students.

The bomb was triggered by remote control, said Colonel Acra Tiproch, an army spokesman.

Among the injured, five people were seriously wounded.

The bomb went off inside a public phone booth located next to the tea shop, police said.

"Two men on a motorcycle placed a bomb inside the phone booth. Immediately after they left, the bomb exploded," said Police Colonel Poompetch Pipatpetchpoo.

Following the bomb attack, authorities cut off mobile phone services across Yala as militants often use the phones to set off bombs.

Earlier, two local government officials were killed and a third injured in a drive-by shooting in Narathiwat province, and two marines on patrol were hurt in a roadside bomb attack in the same area.

More than 2,200 people have been killed and thousands wounded in separatist violence that erupted in Narathiwat, Pattani and Yala provinces in January 2004.

The violence has escalated despite peace-building measures by the military-installed government, which came to power following a coup in September 2006.





Or this?

Muslim hardliners storm Indonesia church


Muslim hardliners stormed a church in Indonesia during services, smashing images of Jesus Christ and demanding that it be closed down, the pastor said on Monday.

Dozens of churches have had to be closed in the Muslim-majority country in recent years, and Sunday's attack was the second on the small Protestant church in the West Java town of Soreang since 2005.

Reverend Robby Elisa, who heads the church, said around 100 hardliners attacked while Sunday school was in session. He said his wife was beaten and that at least four stained glass depictions of Jesus were smashed.

"They came and forced their way into the church," he said. "The attackers claimed to be from the Anti-Apostate Movement Alliance. The same group had already attacked the church in 2005."

The secretary of the church's headquarters in Jakarta, Reverend Budi Setiawan, said that the attack had been reported to the Indonesian Church Association (PGI).

West Java, where Islam is strong, has seen a series of attacks on churches to force their closure.

The Jakarta Post newspaper said that more than 30 churches have had to close their door in West Java since 2004 because of attacks by Muslim hardliners. Dozens of churches have also been forced to close in other provinces, it said.

According to a current decree by the religious affairs ministry, houses of worship must obtain the approval of at least 60 percent of local residents and have at least 90 followers to be able to operated.

Elisa said that his church was small and only had a congregation of some 20 adults and 40 children and teenagers.

"Where else can we go? We are too far from the city and our congregation needs a place to worship," Elisa said.

The district police chief could not be immediately reached for comment, and the officer on duty at the district police declined to comment.

Indonesia is the world's largest Muslim-majority nation with over 90 percent of its 220 million people adherents of Islam.

Although the constitution gives all religions equal footing, laws make it difficult for religions other than Islam to establish houses of worship.



And there is more...MUCH more.

And it is OUR responsibility to inform ourselves. It is not the medias job to chew up the easiest subject matter only to have it spoon fed to us.

People have forgotten about terrorism as a threat. It is simply not a few thousand fundamentalists. And it is not simply 2 or 3 countries.

But it seems as if the MSM, is aiding in the War on Terror by contributing to feeding us flatline opioid. Heck, the other day Ben Affleck, was on Chris Matthews, below his "credentials were the words "political activist".

Frankly I do not want my news from someone, or about anyone, that should be wearing a t-shirt that says one c@#* at a time...

Friday, June 08, 2007

Auntie Mame Part2

Enjoy

babooshka

Just when I think the neighbors are crazier than I am...




I stand on the front porch and take a photo of a plant.

Sultry...

It is 90 degrees, no sun, no wind...and hazy.

90 degrees and no sun?

now that is just nasty.

I am sweating more staying sedentary here in the back yard, than I di unloading sand. And i am not kidding.

WE need the rain, it just needs to shake loose and do so already.

Calender Girl

When DH was deployed the last time, I played this little game with myself, called "Do not look at the calender".

Since I was a SAHM, and The Collective were babies, there was little need to know the date. Plus I was always pleasantly surprised when I would say. "What is the date? March...?" And the person would look at me in horror and reply "Uh Ma'am, it is July".

Since The Collective are not in school, and I continue to be a SAHM, I have maintained that habit. I am unsure if it is good or bad. But I am shocked to see the date, and day.

It is Friday, right people?

Where does time go?

This coming week VBS starts, I have been out of the church loop, so I need to go and find out the dates, times etc, and write them immediately on the calender.

Hard to believe Sir Rowland starts kindergarten in just a few months.

The days of ignoring a calender will soon be over. I promise it has been nice. Well expect for the couple of times I have missed a borthday, or been late paying a bill.

Which considering my calender avoidance has not been too bad.

Weekend goals, are to work on the back yard projects. Try and get something done indoors. I prefer to work outside. But there is laundry, and some dusting (more than some) That need to get done. I also must get to my fruit and veggie man down the road, I am in need to tomatoes, and peaches to freeze. Last year I did not freeze nearly tomatoes or peaches. I should freeze some strawberries while they are still inexpensive. The collective have eaten 6 quarts since being home. SERIOSLY.

DH, where is the blueberry place, and when do they come in? I think they are late in the year, but I forget? And was it $11 for a 5 gallon bucket?

if so, we need to do that.

My guess is I will continue to bore you with my crap lists.

Sir Rowland must be growing...

I am in the kitchen a lot.

The good news is, he continues to eat VERY healthy

Thursday, June 07, 2007

One Piece at a time...



-After 2-3 days of feeling like I am running very fast on a treadmill, I can say some things are done. (I think my estrogen levels are off again, and I am keeping track of this. Me pissed off about "things" is not typical. The bad thing about me and estrogen. I will be consulting the Vagina Whisperer about this development.) DH be glad you are gone.

-The Collectives new play area, ALMOST done, and actually almost better than I had originally planned, AND all because of the snags I ran into. The little cottages are even moved (thanks to the neighbor teen!) I did try moving them alone, it was ridiculous, but (I HATE ASKING for help) I am getting better at it. I emptied the old sand turtle, and realized it will work nicely to hold buckets, shovels, play kitchen things etc. Oh and the cottages will be an ideal place for the sidewalk chalk, etc, and they can draw on the fence in that corner. I also dumped out all of the shells they collected while at Oak Island, they LOVED that small addition the best. I do need more sand, and more river rock. But I can see an end in site. The corner is SHADED!

-I located the hammock, it was in the attic. Ahhhhh, the darn thing has never been christened, and will not be any time soon. But ahhhh, I cannot think of a better place to read this summer. In the shade with The collective.

-Hose fixed, the washers were exactly where DH said they would be in the comments section. YEAH. New hose, non leaky.

-2 sprinklers replaced.

-shrubs in back got a haircut

-round up'd the weed growing through the cracks in the sidewalk

-built a sand castle with The collective

-bought 4 months worth of air filters and replaced one

-weeded part of the back yard

-weeded part of the front yard

-had a water fight

-threw away a lot of broken crap

-got all of my pots filled for the front (I will try and get photos in the morning, with my macbook.)

-trimmed an oak tree

Progress finally, so perhaps this anxiety will wane now.

I do need to get the darn hedges up front trimmed, they are driving me nuts. It is a must do at this point.

I also have some thank yous that NEED to get out. NEED.

OH AND LATE BIRTHDAY CARDS.

I also need to plant out back. I am in desperate need of some color, and beauty for the rest of the yard. My cannas I moved to the fence line, are not doing so well. I can blame it on the soil. We have very little of it. The rest of my beds are all raised beds.

*degree anti-persp deoderant is a joke

*I am not sore from all of the scooping. All of that sand and not requiring anti-inflammatories, that made me feel strong and capable.







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And Now I Give you Auntie Mame...

Enjoy... tis a long CLIP, but it is MY FAVORITE MOVIE



No one can deliver a one liner better than Rosiland Russell

Enough is enough...




From BBC


Last Updated: Thursday, 7 June 2007, 11:38 GMT 12:38 UK


North Korea may have test-fired a number of short-range missiles off its west coast, South Korea's Yonhap news agency has quoted a source as saying.

The unnamed official said Seoul was investigating the reports and details of the tests.

Pyongyang test-fired at least one short-range missile at the end of May - off its east coast - as part of what appeared to be military exercises.

North Korea's military programme is a major source of international concern.

"We are confirming intelligence that North Korea fired short-range missiles into the West Sea on Thursday morning," the unidentified official was quoted by Yonhap as saying.

"We suspect the number of missiles fired today was one or two. We are working to distinguish the types of missiles."

The official said Thursday's suspected test off the west coast may have been carried out after a similar test failed on 25 May, when the North test-fired missiles off the east coast.

"It's seen as the North firing the missile that it didn't launch at that time," he said.

Missed deadline

South Korea confirmed at least one missile was test-fired into the Sea of Japan on 25 May, although earlier reports suggested several had been fired.

It coincided with the launch of South Korea's first destroyer equipped with US-supplied high-tech Aegis radar.

Despite international alarm at the North's long-range missile and nuclear tests last year, the US and Pyongyang's regional neighbours played down the May test.

The US State Department described it as a "routine exercise" that would not affect six-party talks regarding the North's nuclear programme.

There has been no immediate reaction to Thursday's reported tests.

The tests come weeks after the North missed a deadline to shut down its Yongbyon nuclear reactor in return for economic and energy aid.

Pyongyang has refused to move forward on the deal until it has access to North Korean funds in a Macau bank, which had been frozen amid claims the money was linked to counterfeiting and money-laundering.

Continued Jackassery from the road

The day after my little adventure at the The National Infantry Museum, we packed the Collective, and drove them to Atlanta for a day o fun at Fernbank Natural History Museum. A very well kept museum, with enough hand on hand to keep The Collective interested, so we spent the day there.

Well there was an interactive section of the museum, they had a series of glass resonance tubes. So I have the Collective put their ears to the tubes, and listen to the shortest tube, and then the longest tube.

AWTM: "do you hear the difference in sound?"

Pink Ninja: "it sounds like the ocean."

Sir Roland: "the short one sounds high, and the long one is low sounding."

AWTM: "How do you suppose it works?"

Random guy standing next to us: "Well Ma'am, I am sure the length of the tubes, has something to do with it."

AWTM: *staring at this jackass* and wondering, why on Earth I get 2 random jackasses in 2 days. The guy from the day before had sort of lowered my tolerance to any chitter chatter with strangers.

DH: *backing up and snickering, and waiting for my short fuse to finish burning, because he knows I have had enough of random jackasses*

AWTM: "Sir, uuuuhhhh yeah I was actually asking my 3 and 5 year old, but I passed 2 grade science, thanks."

Random guy standing next to us: *looking VERY uncomfortable*.

And of course, we ended up on the same track through the museum as this guy and his family.

Point here being, situational awareness, at an interactive section of the museum, did this guy really think I was asking him? Did he think he was Bill Freaking Nye? Why wasn't he interacting with his own family, instead of gracing random women with his VERY scientific mind?

2 days in a row, jackassery?

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Happy Birthday Cat

Momma needs a new pair of shoes...



GO over and wish her a Happy Birthday!!

And be freaking cheerful people she needs cheer!!

The Morning After

a tick attaches itself to your right hip/ass area. I swear you can feel ticks crawling all over your body...

Or ticks transmit OCD

When is it ok to throw in the towel?

Ok

This post should start with me cursing a lot, because I want to.....

Or just crying. But frankly I am too pissed off for that.

This morning, while it was cool, I finished unloading yesterdays sand. In my optimism and fresh state, I went and got, yes that is right nother truckload of sand.

Let me add here, that sand in a truck bed, looks like more sand than when you hae to spread it out, and try to create a level surface.

Anyway, like a jackass I unloaded the entire second truckbed of sand.

It is still not enough.

I really wanted the pool in the shade for The Collective, so I could read and lounge in my hammock in the shade, while they laughed and splashed and played lovingly like the script in my head says they should do.

I did set up the sprinkler so the kids could play and cool off, as it is warm here.

Noting while i set up the sprinkler, our hose is toast. Found a new hose here (thanks DH) got it out, managed to tangle it, whoever rolls those things up likes fucking with people. I assure you.

However I need a washer where the damn thing hooks up to the house. Very leaky. I recall when hoses came with washers in them. And although that is not the point. A washer is cheap, Covered in sand and with wet and sandy children I was in no mood to trek down to the Mm and pop shop to go buy a washer only to come home and find I had bought the wrong size...

The sprinklers are toast as well.

I have also ran into a couple of other kinks...

that are even more frustrating, frustrating.

I am wondering if this is normal frustration, or if I am pms'ing...?

I throwing in the towel today....

The Collective are eating enormous blueberry sundaes, and I am licking my wounded pride, with a mouth full of sand.

Crap...

More sand?


OK, is it possible we need even more sand?

yes it is...

crap....

I need to create a level spot, and our yard is anything but level.

Darn it
*photo taken with macbook...

D-Day Remembered...


We remember today...




*DH's Grandfather was there....

Comedy of Errors...

One thing I hate about a project is getting ready to do something, only to find, you need some sort of item to complete the task, or have something go was wrong midstream..

Anyway, So I have a truck full of sand.

So I imediatly unbury my shovel, and my wheel barrow. And i seriously think to myself, "ok I am ready".

So I gather up the Collective, put them in the front seat of the truck (SO I can see them) and we back the truck up to my back gate. (Do not worry, I was in the yard driving 30 feet). I thought I ruled because the truck "just" fits the gate....just. I got it the first try. " I rule."

We then get out of the truck and I realize "crap I need the damn wheel barrow and shovel?" Crap. "you do not rule you are an idiot". So I go in the garage, and lift the wheel barrow over the gate and put it in the gate. A very awkward move.

OK, I am ready to go. I lower the gate of the pick up bed, and I seriously think for a moment that all of the sand is going to come out and bury me like a loony tunes cartoon. It doesn't, because it is too wet. Wet sand = heavy sand.

I fill the wheel barrow. I go to push it, and think "nice wussy, this load is not that heavy" I proceed to start scooping it out. Only to discover a flat tire. "yeah, you should have checked that before you filled it ding dong".

Find the air pump.

Filled the tire, imagine it exploding in my face in another very loony toonesque way. It did not explode, and it was 90% easier to push.

The good news 30% of the sand is unloaded.

In other good news, I do not hurt. Which proves to me that rreking across the Southestern United States with 2 children and a months worth of luggage is physical work.

I'm hoping to finish this off today sans snags...

The neighbors are snoopy, as usual. They are finding my truck backed up to the fence a regular curiosity. We had more walkers by and drivers by last night than i could shake a stick out. I did not know my neighbors had such long necks!!

damn ticks....




**EXCELLENT RESOURCE site for tick information**

please bookmark for summer...

Upon getting into the tub to soak tonight, I noted I had a tick on my left hip. It was an American dog tick... And it scared me to death. Not because it is a bug, hell that was not the problem.

About (DH forgive me if I get these dates wrong) I think it was the summer of 1993? Because I was in nursing school, and working at the Country Club. While in the field with his National Guard, DH had a tick attach itself to his right posterior trunk.

A week or say later we were visiting my folks, and DH was complaining of freezing....his teeth were chattering, and even with 5 blankets he was freezing. I took his temperature, and it was 102.7 degrees. I put him in a tepid bath, and gave him tylenol and we noted his right inguinal area was swollen. Swollen enough I thought he might have a hernia. I think we may have left my folks that might, so we could get him in to the Dr. in the morning.

DH was NO better in the morning. He complained of body aches, and he still had a fever that varied from 102-103.7, even with tylenol.

So we took him to the Dr. the very next day. And the Dr. took a History and Physical, and labs. DH's white count was over 25,000, and even though DH was in the National Guard, and had had HIV testing the Dr. immediately tested for the virus. DH was working at the city/county jail at the time, and I was in nursing school and had been working in health care since I was 15, so we may have had contracted the disease. The Dr.s second guess was Lymphoma. Both of these things frightened me very much. After working in Healthcare, I had seen the faces of these illnesses. And i was terrified.

DH continued to have fever, even with antibiotic treatment for 7 days. He grew more lethargic as the days passed, he could not eat, but was keeping himself hydrated. He was very sick. He could not work his 40 hour a week job, he could not attend his classes at University. He just slept, and slept...and was diapheretic, and freezing.

I recall sitting in Nursing School, waiting for the rest of the blood tests to come in. 2 weeks after the original visit, The Dr. had went on vacation without calling his results in. Listening to all of the talk about disease and illness, was of no comfort for me. After those very LONG weeks we finally called to get the results. Both of us prepared to ANYTHING. It turns out both the testing for Lymphoma was negative, as was the HIV test.

It was concluded that he had Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever from I believe a deer tick.
DH was VERY sick, and unable to work for 3 months, he lost weight, and could barely move from room to room. It was a very serious illness. He was on antibiotics for the entire 3 months. DH's recovery took longer than the 3 months. Probably 6 months to a year before he felt himself.

Rocky Mountain spotted fever is the most severe and most frequently reported rickettsial illness in the United States. It also occurs in Mexico and in Central and South America. The disease is caused by Rickettsia rickettsii, a species of bacteria that is spread to humans by ixodid (hard) ticks. Initial signs and symptoms of the disease include sudden onset of fever, headache, and muscle pain, followed by development of rash. The disease can be difficult to diagnose in the early stages, and without prompt and appropriate treatment it can be fatal.




It was a very horrible and frightening illness. To see a very healthy young man, brought down by a small itty bitty tick.

So go take a look at the resource site, and educate yourself.

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

I am officially CRAZY, and tomorrow I will be officailly SORE

I am CRAZY, though we all knew that.

I picked up $10 of sand at the sand pit...unlike most stuff these days, when buying sand you get your moneys worth.

Drove my truck through downtown Little Rock nose up.

Holy Crap, that is a lot of sand.

My Father has advised me to make several small trips, as wheel barrows are not known for stability. He said he can hear me cussing all of the way back home after dumping 10 or so loads. He also reminded e there is no reason to kill myself... And I am sure to be in need of Epsom salts, and ben gay for days following this little misadventure.

I have pictures, but am sans cable...STILL I will look into replacing it tonight, while i lick my wounds.

Looks as though I will not need to go to the gym, as I am "working out" the old fashioned" way.

I am sure to be able to enter myself in a cage match after this little stint.

10$ of sand, is a lot of sand.....

And for the next 3 days you will have to hear me piss and moan about it.

Ketchup

*Boring Boring Boring...you have been warned!*

I have spent the last week or so trying to play ketchup around here. Trying to get back on schedule.

A months worth of mail gone through, 90% of it junk. 10% of it bills. ICK.

Bills paid, and mailed.

Unpacking...HA! Not done yet. Some of it done. But not enough to brag. (My Mother is in heaven shaking her head in shame, seriously folks)

I have spent the last 2-3 days mostly at Home Depot, Walmart, Krogers, and out of doors, trying to make the house look lived in. also to resupply the house. I needed lots of things that are not so much fun to buy...lawn and leaf bags, garbage bags, twine....ick. Flowers, dirt..etc.

I managed to forget butter, I love butter, so must get some.

I also had to but annuals for summer. I managed to find flats of OVER watered and sickly looking fuchsia wave petunias at Walmart for get this $1.00 a flat!! They look sickly, but it is only because they were drowning...I am sure to cure them. Petunias, although not my favorite are easy to maintain here, they do not REQUIRE a lot of care, and bloom enough too be sort of showy, they like heat and sun, and can stand a bit of neglect. But a flat for $1, I could not go wrong there. I also bought a lot of Vincas. Vincas look similar to impatience, but unlike impatience, can also stand a bit of neglect, and LOVE the heat. So I bought a lot of fuchsia. some of my potted annuals came back. I also continue to fight the weeds. In about 4,000 square feet of flower beds, you get weeds. And when we moved here, that was part of the reason, I loved it here. The flowers beds. But after 2 deployments, and small babies, and now this 5-6 month school. I am finding, 4,000 square feet of weeds, can make me insane. The physically part does not bother me, it just becomes daunting. I am also at war with my Bermuda grass. Which is something i was unfamiliar with until moving down south. (grew up with Kentucky blue grass). Bermuda grass, can take heat. But it grows out in vines. Yes vines. It also seems to want to climb in the flower bed, and not in the bald spots in the yard...damn. This grass will be the death of me.

Does anyone know how to spot kill Bermuda grass, but not perennials? If so let me know.

I still cannot find my large hedge clippers and need to. Damn if I want to buy new ones.

I have at least 15-20 holly bushes that need a haircut.


I did trim my River birch, it was a mess. Branches all over the yard. River birch are messy, and although pretty...never plant one in the front yard, unless you like picking up twiggery.

The suburban community we live in also has started requiring us to bundle all twiggery. I could not locate the twine, so in typical Army Wife fashion I managed to disassemble some 550 chord. It worked great, but I cannot locate the rest of the millions of miles I know my DH is hoarding. Bundling twigs sucks.

I was also surprised to find my climbing white rose, I had planted on a 4 1/2 foot trellis, right under my kitchen window to be climbing to the roof. Holy Crap, no water and direct sun, see to agree with this climbing white rose. I had to wrap it around the trellis, prickly vines and all, and had to trim it. I missed a lot of blooms, and probably need to fertilize her.

I also bought a new flag, ours was fading and looking bleached by the early morning sun it receives. The fresh one looks beautiful.

I had to take what was left of the plastic finch feeders out of the yard. Damn pukey the squirrel and his friends were eating plastic. I bought these little fabric socks to refill. The thought of a squirrel eating plastic. Well ouch. Pink Ninja so enjoys bird watching, and can identify several different types of birds. She enjoys feeding them too.

The front of the house....is shaping up, not quite. They have a new hydrangea that blooms year round. I really want one, a big Nekko blue one, but the thought of spending 30$ on a shrub kills me.

I am behind on all fronts, in the end. Ketchup is no fun. I am still feeling like I am on a treadmill, and getting no where.

I am also sure to feel scattered and unorganized until all fronts, at least look livable.

Spring is always hectic for me here. And this year I missed it. Looks like I may be playing ketchup until September.

Things I need to do in the yard.

Clean outside of windows.

Weed the back flower beds

Locate a sand pit, I need a lot of sand for The Collective, I am not buying bags of it, ridiculous.

Set up the kids pool, and quickly.

Find my damn hammock, where is that thing at? (DH, is it in the attic?)

Finish planting my fuchsias (today)

Figure out what I am going to plant in the back

Buy an umbrella for the patio set, is is dreadfully hot!

Scoop up all of the crappy lava rock previous owners had put down.

Replace lava rock with river rock.

Did I mention weeding?

Monday, June 04, 2007

A Day at The Museum Part 2

The Infantry Museums Legacy...

The oldest and largest branch of the U.S. Army, the U.S. Army Infantry was established on June 14, 1775, when the Continental Congress ordered the formation of ten companies of riflemen. The riflemen comprised the first armed force of a new nation… a nation destined to become the greatest democracy the world has ever known.

Since that time the Infantry has gone where other forces could not go and accomplished missions others could not attempt. The story of the "Queen of Battle" has been written by individual Infantrymen who have done their duty with pride, courage and honor. Their suffering and sacrifices won our freedom, preserved that freedom for over two centuries, and will guarantee it in the future. Some were called heroes, some were not…but they were all members of a band of brothers who fought for their country and the cause of freedom.

We believe our children must learn that there are values and beliefs worth living for and worth dying for; that the freedom and liberty we enjoy today has come at a high price; and that the American values of patriotism, duty, courage and leadership are the hallmarks of the Infantry and must be preserved.

The Foundation believes this legacy belongs to the American people and that every citizen should have the opportunity to see and learn about what Infantrymen have done, are doing now and will do in the future.



I am finding it hard to find the words to describe my feelings at THIS DAY. I tried to write just the facts in the post, because the incident was smattered with so many different feelings, I got lost writing about the actual incident, or whatever you want to call it.

I do not compartmentalize well. Which is part of the reason I blog, it provides me the haven I need to write things out. And sometimes it is hard to convey those things, and sometimes the words get lost between my brain and my fingers. Something gets lost in translation.

You see The Collective are 3 and 5. They are just figuring things out, they are just learning what their Daddy does. To them, he is just daddy, he wears a uniform that is brown and green. In their short lives they have witnessed 3 different camouflage being worn . But they are getting to the age, where it is easier to explain some things. They know what a bully is, and they know they are not good, and they know about "bad guys". I am trying to teach them what I think they should know, in small and chewable pieces.

So the Infantry Museum, was one of things, we were not sure if they were ready for, and I have a lot of photos that I will post soon. (damn missing chord, which I am ordering in the morning.) in the park across from the museum, as they walked with me, and we looked at them ALL.

They got to go in the museum, and we got to talk about Desert Storm, and how Daddy used to drive a tank, and he used to jump out of airplanes, and how now, he is in the Infantry. The Collective seemed impressed, mostly with the tank. All of the buttons, and Daddy knew what all of the buttons were for.

It was good for Daddy to be able to explain all of this to them.

However, I guess I should go back to the beginning of entering the museum....


We were greeted by a smiling young man, who stood up upon our entrance. But as I watched him out of the corner of my eye through the day, I noted, he was having a hard time. He was sitting between visitors, and when anyone walked in that door, he stood smiling. But I caught him, grimacing, and looking unsettled when he was alone. I concluded that this young man in uniform, is probably on museum duty due to an injury acquired in training, or while deployed....it is hard to tell. But I made the assumption, and I could be wrong. But I noticed.

And it was nice to be on a large military installation on a memorial day weekend. I felt so safe, and proud, and felt like I was in such good company. Until...that man said those words.

The husband says..."Do you know this guy? What is the big deal, there are a lot of dead people to read about in here, we will be here all day."


And my reaction was visceral....

Seriously in my mind it was fight club, I was pissed, with a head full of a plethora of curse words.

And those of you who know me, and have met me know I rarely mince words. Typically my response would have been a lashing one...


And I couldn't do it, because Mr. Rescerola deserved a better representative than a potty mouthed pissed off wife. I also could not do that, because his son was standing at his side, fresh faced probably straight out of jump school, or basic. He was in uniform, and I could see in his face how proud he wanted this man to be of him...

A son serving his country in war time, and a Father...not understanding what that means.

That hurt too, after having many of our own family shirk of military service as something you do, when you can't do anything else.

And I saw that look in this kids eye....and it made my heart hurt.

Heck his words made me hurt. If he thought Rick Rescerolas death was simply a time waste?....What did he think of my Husbands service? And what about the women who have lost the loves of their lives, and the boys will not meet Father's? The Fathers and Mothers that have a folded flag sitting in reminder?

What if these people were at this museum and had to hear this? On this solemn Memorial weekend?

So I mustered up what I could to educate him.

And the fact that I had to have THAT conversation, in that PLACE, on that DAY?

It really took the wind out of my sails. And I assure you, it clouded the other family's weekend.

But I had to weigh all of the pros and cons of what I was going to say and how, and all of these thoughts firing soooo quickly in my head, while I just want to punch him, and walk out....

I am not sure if this post says it either, what I want to say.

Gosh there is a lot of work to do, isn't there? And to those of you that do the ACTUAL fighting, and for those that support them.....it is a monumental task.

And after being surrounded for the last month, at conferences in which pride, and honor is felt to the point you never want that feeling to wane....

I forgot.....



It broke my heart, because I was not expecting these words, not there. Not where Audie Murphy's uniform is, not where an American flag crafted by POWs stands for all of us to see.


*You can visit the National Infantry Foundation HERE

Army Wives The series, what I think after just one show...



OK, I have been hearing about this show for quite some time...whisperings of it. But I can say it was not a blip on the screen for me.

My first concern was, Hollywood using wives to make an anti-war statement. I think, I am just in having that concern.

My second concern frankly was "our collective reputation". I was worried about the salaciousness that is sure to ensue. But not just the salaciousness, but how it could affect our morale at home, and beyond.

I must add here, I do not watch much television. During the day, if and when the tele is on, we are watching kids programming, sometimes Sir Rowland watches golf, or a game shoe (yes it is like living with a retired person). I am learning to like SpongeBob.

After the kids are down, (which after a month of traveling is later than I can stand), it is time to watch the news. The news. Which in America, is about as salacious as any night time drama series on Lifetime television. And the MSM, also runs on about a 15 minute reel, if you can stand it. and at about 10pm, you get O'Reily, Larry King, or that VERY UNROUGISH Anderson Cooper. After about 4 years of listening to that blather, I am done. (Unless of course Malkin has replaced O'Reily, and is raking someone over the coals, with her acid tongue.) Most of my news comes from new media now. The "news" is Infotainment, and meant for a 15 year old girls slumber party.

I do tend to like series. I have a history of falling in love with series. Like Northern Exposure, Deadwood, Rome, The Avengers. But television has turned into something to put a lamp and a picture on in our home.

So I watched Army Wives, and I actually liked it. I find the charactors endearing, particualrly Roxi,(I wonder why), and heck I need an excuse to pop corn on Sunday nights, put a mask on my face, and cotton between my toes while I paint my nails. After all DH is away, my Sundays are open. Although I could spend them organizing a sock drawer, picking up stray legos, or rokenboch pieces.

As a Military Spouse, I think this might be a great opportunity to educate civilians around me, because this is sure to spur some sort of water cooler discussion. And although I do not work, or have a water cooler handy, I am sure some jackass is going to ask me "Is your life anything like what we are seeing on tv?". (I will add here, they will probably ask me this why I am doing something very unsalacious, like weeding my yard, or shoveling mulch out of my pickup bed, or something else that really sucks to do alone....)

And I am unsure how I am going to answer them, I just might say "exactly", and wink.

No I wouldn't do that, I hope to use this as a tool to bridge the gap. I just have to figure out how.

I do think I might start getting strange looks from the Mommy and Me, Lilly Pulitzer set at the park when I wear my Army Wife t-shirt.'

Did I mention the very Kick ass soundtrack?

Here

I'm gonna catch hell....but what the heck!!




I had to post the following photo of Pink Ninja and her Daddy. We were at Club Benning having Easter Brunch.

Precious, aren't they.....

Saturday, June 02, 2007

Army Wives The Series less than 24 hours away...

I had no plans to watch Army Wives The Lifetime Series. But after watching Episodes 1-5 HERE there are other clips there too.

After all of the buzz at SpouseBuzz, I am giving in. Heck my Sunday nights are open...

After watching the first couple of episodes, I think me likes...

Caused me to recall my Husbands marriage proposal to me...

I also remember being the rough at the edges wife...HAH, yeah that would still be me after 16 years.

All of the hours spent ironing BDU's and dress uniforms.

Promotions handed over to others, when you know your DH deserved it.


All of the mistakes I have made at cocktail parties, and continue to make.

I need a date one night a week....

It may as well be with a bunch of Army Wives.....even if they just pretend to be Army Wives on TV.

*Here is an example of the
VERY KICKASS SOUNDTRACK....

Feist - My Moon My Man

Whats for dinner?

Sir Rowland requested Waldorf Salad, almost every meal in Georgia. We found 2 different variations of the classic recipe.

Here is the current favorite version.

Waldorf Salad

* 4 medium sized apples, cubed
* 3 stalks of celery, chopped
* 1/3 cup walnuts, chopped
* 1/2 cup low fat yogurt, plain
* 1/3 cup raisins
* 1TBS of lemon juice
* cinnamon to taste


Directions
1. Combine apples, celery, raisins, and walnuts in a bowl. Stir.

2. Add yogurt and stir all ingredients together.

3. Chill to blend flavors or enjoy right away.

*As my reader Vet66 always suggests, toast the nuts prior to adding them to the salad!!

This is a delicious, and nutricious summer salad or snack!!

Who says I do not have Mad Skillz...

The Collective can now make phart noises with their little mouths blowing into the palm of their hands.

I am sure this decision will be regrettable by morning, but frankly the "bad, half efforted" faux pharts were not up to mustard.

If you are going to make a faux phart, at least do it properly. At leas that is my motto.

I am noting however there is a trend of these "faux pharts" belonging to me...

nice.

In other news, I spent a large part of the early afternoon out of doors.

Reader: "well why AWTM, you have plenty to do inside the Casa De Dust to keep you busy for months?"

AWTM: "Reader, you are exactly right, I do have plenty here inside the house, but I was tiring of the effort, it was starting to feel like I was on a treadmill."

Reader: "Well if you would actually do some work, instead of procrastinating, or blogging, you might be done already."

AWTM: "I think it is better for me to have some sort of immediate pay off today. There were trees to trim, and about 1 months weeds to pull out of of the 4,000 square foot flower garden."

Reader: "Well that is what happens when you are gone."

AWTM: "Thanks for the reminder. Amazing how big weeds can get, without miracle grow. Poke weeds up to my hips."

Reader: "So the outside of the house was looking almost as shitty as the inside."

AWTM: "screw you, I had peumonia, when I left."

Reader: "So did you at least get the weeds pulled?"

AWTM: "4,000 square feet of flower beds, while managing The Collective?"

REader: "Yeah?"

AWTM: "No."

Reader: "Well frankly we do no not really want to hear you complaining for a month about unpacking and doing laundry AGAIN, that is SOOOOO boring."

AWTM: "Well Reader, it is not ust unpacking, there is stuff that I need to do WHILE unpacking. After all it is summer, we had to take the root beer float break today."

Reader: "Oh, that odes sound delicious, I haven't had one of those in a long time."

AWTM: "Well here is a 7$ go to the store and fix yourself up, you can have a weeks worth of rootbeer for 7$.

Reader: "7$ won't go far here, can I have a $10?"

I missed Spring


I woke this morning and wanted to open the doors and get some fresh air.

And then I thought I would take The Collective to the park.

oye...

I was slapped in the face by humidity.

This after leaving N.C. and Georgia.

Arkansas is steamy, steamy.

And I am going to have to climatize now.

Can a person get used to humidity?

Doubtful.

And it will be curly hair from here on out.

I need to find my hammock too.

Where did I put my hammock?

And where is the cord to my camera?

Oh, and there is still the unpacking......

Maybe we should go fishing instead?

On The Nightstand

Friday, June 01, 2007

Texture of America

I am sure I have traveled more in the past couple of months, than I ever have in a year. I actually went coast to coast to coast all within days of one another. Which may seem like nothing, to some. But coming from a midwestern working class family, it felt like being on a different planet. Some of it I had the luxury of flying, the other part I drove.

And I am not sure why it ALL happenned at once, or why I decided it would be good idea to go on such a lengthy journey. But I did. Perhaps I read too much Keruac in High School, perhaps I still have romantic notions of route 66, and Ma and Pa stops on the road. A grand cup of steaming hot coffee, and warm piece of pie served on a heavy plate. A cup of coffee and pie soooo deicious that you will tell friends headed out across the country to make sure and stop there.

I will say this, America has changed. In fact at one point I flet like Wylie Cyote, with the cartoon scroll going on behind me, but instead of desert, cactus, mountain, rock: I see a different scroll. Starbucks, Chillis, BP station, Mcdonalds, Wendy's, and a Zaxbys...Repeat. That is the landscape of the American Interstate.

Not really interesting, or sexy, or gorgeous. Really sort of sad for me.

I did learn a couple of things.

There is no good cup of coffee on the road, I mean there is Starbucks, but hell for $3 a cup it should be good.

There are no clean bathrooms in the Southeastern United States. If there is one, I would have found it, after all I travled with a 3 and five year old. Pack lots of wet ones. There were planty of places with NO SOAP, NO TOWELS...ick.

People that work in the places on the interstate, have no idea where they are, or how to get anywhere. Heck most of them cannot tell you where to find the maps in the shops. I recall traveling with my Father, and he would have CONVERSATIONS with these people.

Chewable dramamine is like gold on memorial day weekend.

Travelers are not particularly friendly these days. I am not sure if they ever were. In fact it sort of reminds me of my neighbors. (Do not look at me, and I will not look at you.)

Kids are hilarious, and really relaxed travelers, moreso than any parent.

SO once again, I find myself born too late, to enjoy the America of days gone by.

When I get my convertible, i am doing it with Grace Kelly sunglasses, and a scarf tied around my hair, red lipstick on.

I will find that piece of pie, and excellent cup of coffee, and maybe the person that serves it to me will be named Gladys. And she will be a widow, and she wears an apron so she is not alone.....

Dependent My ASS!

Andi posted this at SpouseBuzz!

Thursday, May 31, 2007

Sir Rowland


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Pink Ninja makes me smile




While at The National Infantry Museum, we entered a room that had 5 foot display of the famous 1st Cav patch.

Pink Ninja age 3 says: "Look Daddy, no horses allowed!"

A Day at The Museum...

I was lucky enough to spend this past Memorial Day with my family. We spent a couple of days at Fort Benning, as DH is still in school.

He had been telling me about how absolutely brilliant, driven, and focused his classmates are. I am proud to hear he is in such good company. Although as a military spouse, this does not surprise me. I know how amazing these men are. I married one.

We spent part of the weekend at The Infantry Museum, which I have been to many times. Every visit, I learn something new, or see something I missed the last visit.

So for Memorial Day, my DH and I tried to explain the significance of the day, I walked the Collective through the memorials that line the park across from The Infantry Museum. I read the Memorials, Sir Rowland reading with me. Looking through names of those who have died. I am not sure how much they understood....

We took the children inside of The Infantry Museum, and signed the guest book, and entered. As with all quiet museums, we tried to keep the children quiet, but interested. They liked sitting in the Bradley with Daddy, as he explained which buttons did what. Pink Ninja liked looking at the various knife and sword displays.

The Museum was very busy on this day, many in attendence. Older men in wheelchairs, young fresh faced Privates in uniform. Some Veterans were touring alone, others with spouses, and some in groups. All taking the time to stop and examine what they could.

We as a family spent a little over 2 hours in the Museum, which was not enough. And on the way out, we stopped at the obligatory gift shop. Just outside of the gift shop, I see a large photo of Rick Rescorala. I stopped immediately, this was new, they had a knife that belonged to him, his medals. A brief piece about him at the side. And I read it, and stood amazed at this mans spirit.

This is not the only hero at The Museum, there are others, and I tried to stop at each. Some, I recognized the story or the name.

During combat in Vietnam, Lt. Rick Rescorla would sing to his troops to keep their spirits high while under fire. As head of security for Morgan Stanley Dean Witter in New York, Rescorla used the same tactics to calm co-workers as he led them from their offices during the attacks on the World Trade Center.

Rescorla survived battlefields in Southwest Asia, but he apparently was not so fortunate Sept. 11. Currently on the missing list, Rescorla was last seen in a 10th-floor staircase. He is credited with saving 3,800 colleagues, while sacrificing himself.

Rescorla is a featured character in "We Were Soldiers Once … And Young," a factual account of combat in Vietnam’s Ia Drang Valley. Written by Army Gen. Hal Moore and reporter Joe Galloway, the book is considered required reading among Army officers. Since the book was first published in 1996, the Army and Air Force Exchange Service has sold 47,000 copies, with more than 3,200 sold in the last year alone. The book was made into a Mel Gibson movie that is due out next spring.

"He was on the cover of the book," Galloway said, recalling the photo of Rescorla as a battle-weary lieutenant preparing for a bayonet charge with his M-16 rifle. Rescorla, 62, took charge during the terrorist attack on his building, just as if he was again in combat, Galloway said during a telephone interview from his home in Washington, D.C. "No one would have expected anything less of him," Galloway said. Rescorla was in his office on the 44th floor at 8:48 a.m., when the first plane struck the neighboring tower. At 9:10 a.m., a plane hit the second building where Morgan Stanley, an international financial services firm, had offices between the 43rd and 66th floors. Survivors said Rescorla grabbed a bullhorn and cleared out 3,800 workers from 20 floors. When newspapers published accounts of Rescorla’s calming office workers with his songs, Galloway remembered Rescorla singing Welsh mining songs during combat in Vietnam. Comrades who served with Rescorla said he would sing and tell jokes to motivate troops. "He was doing what he always did, singing to them," Galloway said. "Just as he did in battle."

In 1993, when terrorists bombed the World Trade Center, Rescorla also headed the evacuation. To get the crowd’s attention during that attack, he mooned them, Galloway said. "He was a genuine hero then," Galloway said. According to a press account, Morgan Stanley employee Bob Sloss last saw Rescorla in a 10th floor stairwell, calming the fleeing mob of office workers. "Rick was down toward the base trying to make sure people got down and out," Sloss was quoted in the report. "He was definitely there well after it had been established that the building was in trouble."

Born in Hayle, England, in 1939, Rescorla joined the U.S. Army in the 1960s and went to Vietnam as a platoon leader with the B Company, 2nd Battalion, 7th Cavalry. In November 1965, his unit plunged into a battle at Landing Zone X-Ray, at the base of the Chu Pong, a 2,400-foot mountain in the Ia Drang Valley. He later survived a North Vietnamese ambush at nearby Landing Zone Albany that claimed the lives of 151 men in his unit. In the book, Rescorla played a significant part in repelling the enemy when they outnumbered his unit. Moore, the officer who led the battle at Landing Zone X-Ray, and Galloway, a UPI reporter who covered it, painted Rescorla as a likeable character, who was a skilled leader under fire. "Gen. Moore said he was the finest platoon leader in the Army," Galloway recalled.

After the war, Rescorla went to Oklahoma University on the G.I. bill, and later earned a master’s degree and a law degree. In 1989, he retired as a colonel in the Army Reserve. For the past 18 years, he had worked in security management for Morgan Stanley. During a televised celebrity fund-raiser following the attacks, Robin Williams told the nation of Rescorla’s heroism, Galloway said. Galloway said he will no doubt have Rescorla on his mind Nov. 16, as he speaks to members of the 1st Squadron, 4th U.S. Cavalry during the unit’s annual ball in Schweinfurt, Germany. "If you can go to the grave knowing you helped save people, it seems to be a life well-lived," Galloway said. "He died as he lived, a great soldier."

Rick Scavetta
Stars and Stripes


I stood there for a moment, and I felt so lucky to be spending the day with my family on a military base. Where Memorial Day is spent solemnly and I was proud to be married to my Husband, and proud to be Mother of children who serve and do not realize it.......

And within an instant my pride got pushed aside by anger....because of the following.

A Husband and Wife mid-40's are standing at the area honoring Mr. Rescerola. They are with their young son in uniform, and another young man in uniform. The Wife stops at the display, and begs her Husband to read the incredible but brief account they have for Mr. Recorala.

The husband says..."Do you know this guy? What is the big deal, there are a lot of dead people to read about in here, we will be here all day."


And I stood horrified. I really did.

My immediate thought being, what if Mr. Recsorala's family was here on this day, and heard this being said.....I am not kin, and it hurt my heart to hear those words.

"What is the big deal?"

I thought about my children having to hear that about their Father.....

And I decided to talk to this man. I couldn't help it. It took everything I had to be kind and nice about it. But I wanted him to know, he was in OUR house, and it is Memorial Day. Let us mourn those we have lost, and respect those we have lost...I also tried to educate him about Mr. Rescorla, with what I knew about him, which was not enough. I was as nice as I could muster...

The man left The Museum, and sat in his car.....I asked DH if I was out of line, I was not.

I had the luck of seeing the man the next morning at our hotel, he was sipping hot coffee, and chewing on a sour cream laden bagel. Our eyes met, and he retreated to the elevators...



To Be Continued...

I was hoping for Emma Peel or another was to get out of dusting!

OK, I have been gone for a month, and I avoid all of the mounting housework etc, with THIS...

Ha!




Taken from Technicalities, and RSM


Your Score: Myrna Loy


You scored 21% grit, 33% wit, 28% flair, and 30% class!




You are class itself, the calm, confident "perfect woman." Men turn and look at you admiringly as you walk down the street, and even your rivals have a grudging respect for you. You always know the right thing to say, do and, of course, wear. You can take charge of a situation when things get out of hand, and you're a great help to your partner even if they don't immediately see or know it. You are one classy dame. Your screen partners include William Powell and Cary Grant, you little simmerpot, you.


Find out what kind of classic leading man you'd make by taking the
Classic Leading Man Test.




Link: The Classic Dames Test written by gidgetgoes on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test


*Now back to the suck

unloading a months worth of shit from my truck

laundry

dishes

dusting

removing cob webs

paying pesky bills

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Thanks to several strangers, and his Mother,

Sir Rowland knows the word jackass, and can use it in proper context.

More on this developement later...

Ahhhh...

You know you have been gone too long, when upon entering your humble abode, you get welcomed by getting tangled in a cobweb.

Seriously, a cobweb.

I also noted the last time I was here I had pnuemonia, and was ill. Yes, it was THAT long ago.

Yes, we arrived home, after a short trip to the grocery, and a quick walk around the house in which Pink Ninja and I picked up a couple of fallen branches. the roof had not caved in, the trees I had removed, still gone! Weeds in the front flower bed are taking over, I am hoping for a bit of rain, to make them more pullable.

Things I have learned from logging a ton of miles.

1.) Dramamine works

2.) You can never pack enough antibacterial wipes.

3.) When you have a months worth of "schtuff" a hotel will not have a wheely valet thingy.

4.) Gas will be the most expensive ever when you decide to drive The Collective across the country.

5.) There are a lot of hookers on hwy 78 in South Memphis.

Exit, stage right...

The Collective are just waking this morning. They have turned into night owls this trip only advantage is that they are not up at 5am. They are not getting enough sleep though, and get grouchy early in the day.

They were not thrilled at all to find Daddy gone this morning, he was up at 4am, and headed out to combatives class. The Collective were also less than pleased to hear we had a LONG drive ahead of us this morning. Lots of tears.

We have been VERY busy for the last few days, lots of pictures and stories to share.

Please pray for safe travel.

Friday, May 25, 2007

Like a band of drifters, we go down the highway!

I am taking this "show" on the road AGAIN! If you can believe it. I have spent the last 24 or so hours trying to locate a months worth of things. Grammy had to buy The Collective more things you know.

So we are headed to Fort Benning for a couple of days, and then it is off to Atlanta for a couple of days.

I have dramamine in purse, goldfish, and a baseball cap to save on hair time!

I am hoping for an unbloggable adventure!

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Sad....

The body of the US service man has been identified, after much speculation yesterday. I have been unplugged from MSM for weeks now. And when I went to the only place in town for wireless service, I was not surprised to see CNN on the flat screen. About every 6 minutes, I heard the talking heads speculating on "this body", and speaking of the condition in which it was found.

It nauseated me to my core. The idea of someones, Husband, Son, Brother, Friend being talked about in such a callous way. For the media to think it is ok to talk about the condition of "a body" on National Television, is decadent.

Recently at SpouseBuzz in San Diego, I had the honor of meeting Shelly Hall a T.A.P.S. mentor. Her Husband died in a training accident in 1998, leaving her and her 5 children in mourning. When I was listening to the news yesterday, I recalled her speaking about receiving her Husbands autopsy and reading it. She said it was far worse than learning of his death. You can hear her speaking in her own words HERE, in video....) A must listen and see for all of those that benefit from her families loss.


These are not bodies...these are children, lovers, friends...people we may have touched, hands that have held children, feet that have walked miles.

Can we please honor these brave men and women, by honoring them, and their families. This is not information that needs to be shared unless the family wants to do so...


And as I was watching the news, I sat nauseated. I was reminded of Somalia, and recall the video of one of our own brave men being drug behind a vehicle being shown, the phone ringing and my Mother in Law and I crying and sickened...

Prayers to all of those this touches.....

May we learn a lesson in grace, and I am sure this young man was Someone We Should Know.

I'm out of touch, I'm out of time...

Ok, so postage went up AGAIN. This after I sent the President a thank you note.

Oh and Johnny Carsen died like 12 years ago...I learned this little ditty at the mil-blogging conference.

Who knew?

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Oak Island, North Carolina






*also lesson learned this week..

never have photo of you in a swimsuit taken alongside your 30 pound daughter in a swimsuit, you will look Amazonian....and you will never enjoy the taste of chocolate again. You will drink a lot though!

That was then, this is now

When DH and I lived at Fort Bragg, we drove to the beach any time we had more than 6 hours to spend there. Not kidding. We spent almost every weekend after March at Cure Beach. It has been a long time since I have had my feet in the sand. The last time I visited the Ocean, I was 21, or 22, and bikini clad, and sleeping on a towel , golden brown, the only worry being that of maintaining an even tan and turning over every couple of hours.

We managed to get to Oak Island, North Carolina on Thursday, ( I think it was Thursday , do not ask me what day it is, or the time it is currently) we were greeted by dolphins, that I had mistaken for sharks. They must have been 30 feet from the shore. At least 8 of them, behind a trail of Pelicans.

So we went indoors, and Sir Rowland, and Pink Ninja had their swimsuits on, in 5 seconds. So with white fine sand under our feet, and a cool breeze we headed to the water. The Collective, took off like a shot towards the surf, like they were invincible, like we live at the beach. This absolutely freaked me. I just knew they would aspirate on sea water, or be taken out to sea only to be eaten by a shark.

So I stood in the freezing surf, begging my smiling and giggling children to "stop right there, no further." Anxiety rising, and welling. And all of a sudden I was dreading bringing my children to the beach. For selfish reasons mostly. Frankly, I was in no mood to scream at children, and keep them from drowning for 4 days. Not fun. I wanted to sit in my skirted Mom haltini, sip on an ice cold coke. No screaming, no saving any one's life. Just sit, attempt some semblance of a tan. Maybe read a book, thumb through a better Homes and Gardens. Nothing. Just sit, and catalog the sounds, and smells for a day when I need them. But no screaming and life saving.

The Evil Knievel, dare devil like behavior only lasted for one dose of seawater in the face and up the nose....and it was over.

Pink Ninja spent the rest of the time creating tidal pools, making Sand cookies, and collecting every shell within reach. Sir Rowland created vast forts, cities, roadways, and sand creations...

and guess what, I sat in the sand and helped craft sand castles decorating them with shells, making bridges out of reeds, and cataloguing memories for a day when i need them.

No life saving....and I watched the Mother of the 12 month old running all over the beach after the little fat feet for hours, while her Husband sat in his lounger and I thought....

what a complete Bastard.



Upon our arrival to Oal Island, we were greeted by dolphins...but I do not think you can see them in this photo. I tried. I originally thought they were sharks. Dork.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

There is no place like home...

We have been having a blast however, it seems as though Sir Roland is ready to head home...

Sir Rowland: "I wanna go to OUR home"

AWTM: "We will be there before you know it."

Sir Rowland: "Not soon enough"

Granny: "Oh, little man is homesick."

Sir Rowland: "I am sick of this home."

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Good Morning from lovely New Bern, North Carolina



I can see the Atlantic ocean from my hotel room...

Seems odd I was staring at the Pacific only a few days ago.


This is vacation right?

I was just awakened by a phonecall, and my nieces who are freaking VERY EXCITED to get going today! Coffee was even brought to by hotel room door!

(The Collective are still sleeping, so I passed on waking everyone up for a continental breakfast.)

We managed to leave an entire day earlier than we had thought we would, just because everyone was soooo darn excited, we could not keep them at the house.

So we will be starting our trip here in delightful New Bern...



Founded in 1710, New Bern was settled by Swiss and German adventurers led by Baron Christopher de Graffenried from Bern, Switzerland. Royal Governor William Tryon made this seaport the colonial capitol. His restored 18th-century capitol and residence, Tryon Palace, dominates a thirteen-acre garden complex that includes several historical landmarks in the heart of the city.


I am actually very excited to see the gardens, in fact more excited to see them than the actual palace.

Should be a good day.

We are also heading South, and driving slowly down the coast, stopping whenever anyone would like, to eat, shop, snoop, and of course note the various lighthouses etc...




The Collective still have not seen the ocean, or beach as we got in rather late last night. I am letting them sleep until they awaken...there are not many mornings I can honestly say, I could sit and blog, and enjoy a cup of coffee while they slept...

DH, wishes he was here, he is still attending school in Georgia. I think he might be at the half point.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

I see your poopy flight, and raise you a pyschopathic stalker!

Air ForceWife, has to be my favorite mil-spouse to play mil-spouse poker with. Oh and it is not because either of us has had anything soooo horrid happen. I honestly think it is AFW's and my own flair for drama.

The first night in San Diego, she arrived with this story in hand....

As soon as we reached cruising altitude, the "gentleman" right in front of me (who was apparently traveling with the snorer in pink), reclined his chair back fully. The nosebleed seats don't recline. I was practically looking up the man's nose as he worked on deals offline on his laptop. It was such a tight squeeze that I could not hold my book up to read and I had to find various contortions to keep my mind off the horrendous coffee breath wafting my way from the inconsiderate lout in front of me.

But it got worse.

The bathroom on board was having "issues". I can't tell you what the issues were - they didn't require that the whole thing be shut down. However, they did send forth a gagging odor of rotting eggs left in the sunlight and then doused with the blue flush stuff. The smell would not go away, and kept getting worse and worse.


you really must go read it in its entirity....
A stinky trip on an airplane. AFW, I too have had stinky airplane trips. Including stinky trips, where the stink in question was produced by 2 children, both in diapers. Have any of you ever tried to change diapers in an airplane "loo"? It is nearly impossible, and if you come out clean, they should give you a free flight to any sandy destination. (drinks included)

I will add here, while sitting in the Dulles airport leaving the milbloggers conference , I sat patiently, waiting for my plane to take off. The vetry boring book Mayflower in tow, no children to play musical chairs with. I was seriously not minding the airport experience.....until I noted some 65-75 year old woman laughing maniacally as she kept snapping shots of me with her camera phone. After about photo 5, I told the guy sitting next to me that this woman was snapping photos of not only me, but him as well. He looked at me for a moment, like i was paranoid, and then raised his head just in time to see her clicking and laughing, and the little light on her camera flashing. I am glad he noticed, as did not like it either.

Odd duck, this woman.

So I mouthed the words..."do not take one more picture!"...and she does it anyway. Her Husband at this point is threatening to take her phone away. She is denying taking any photos.

She takes more photos. At least 5 more. I call my DH and he makes the following suggestions. "Just take her picture, flip her off..."

I did neither, but seriously was amazed that I always seem to run into this type of nutcase.

I am also beginning to wonder if this lady might have a blog called....fashion don'ts, or how too piss off traveling Mom's sans children at the airport?

She just may.

Return to the foothills of North Carolina...

"Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: "what?! You too? Thought I was the only one."

~C.S. Lewis

I have returned to North Carolina, to find The Collective taller, dressed n new clothing, secreting syrup...

Yes they loved spending the weekend with Grandma and Auntie.

I of course am in the foothills, and continue to struggle with all sorts of tech. issues. No wireless, no cell service.

I will say, SpouseBuzz Live 2 went well. As always, it is unrehearsed, and a sort of open chat between panelists, and attendees. Unrehearsed, and unedited...well that can really make me nervous. I am sure it also makes some of the other spouses nervous. But for some reason after opening ones mouth for about a minute. The "fear, real or pretend fades."

Military wives, are learning, there is no such thing as ideal or perfect. In the end it is doing the best for you and your family that matters. Learning that lesson, comes with bumps and bruises, like everything else in life. And having to pick yourself up, without the help of your spouse, well it can be empowering. It is good to share these sorts of lessons with one another. A sense of community, online and otherwise is important.

Military.com, really was great at supporting and organizing the event, and understanding why this is important. This military wife thanks you.

I am unsure how connected I will be for the rest of this week.

We are headed to the ocean for a few days, kites, buckets, shovels, swimsuits, towels in tow. I have not been to the beach in ages. It will be nice to be with all of the family....but my heart is a little sad as DH remains in school, and will miss his children's delight in seeing the ocean for the first time. I will miss him too. And he will miss seeing his wife in her new red swimsuit, unplugged and at the beach....RELAXED. Darn....

Do not worry baby I will take lots of photos. Pink Ninja picked out a swimsuit that has a sparkly turtle on it, it is purple with white polka dots!! HA! Adorable!

I am still not finished talking about the milblogging conference, or San Diego! So stay tuned!

If any of you attended SpouseBuzz, leave a note at SpouseBuzz, we want to hear what you thought of the event!

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Enjoying the day

I am unsure of the time...

the computer says 6pm...

It must be 3pm central time.

The SpouseBuzz live event has been awesome.

USAA, military.com, really did an amazing ob.

The luncheon was interuppted by Billy Blanks, the Tai Bo guy..who came in said hi and Thank You. It was very nice.

Already one VERY wonderful experience to come out of the event. I will probably post it over at SpouseBuzz...very moving.

Honestly worth the day.

Once again, I must say I am impressed with this generation of mil-spouse. They really have a lot of responsibilty, and are handling it graciously.

I am wilting as the day goes.

My panel was a difficult one to participate on.

I was up with 2 very amazing women. Shelly from T.A.P. Tradgedy Assistance Program, she became a widow in 1998, she also is the Mother of 5 children. It was also amazing to up with Chuck Z's wife. She spoke about her experience as a wife of a wounded warrior.

The live panel is UP over at SpouseBuzz...

LIVE From San Diego

There will be a LIVESTREAM of SPOUSEBUZZ LIVE IN SAN DIEGO this morning!

Cold?

Having a lovely time in San Diego. My face always hurts, after 5 hours with these ladies...

I laughed all through dinner in Little Italy tonight, despite being tired.

I was VERY surprised at hw chilly it gets in the evening here...I should have brought a jacket, although scarves seem to be a chic' option.

The brisk air felt good, I miss brisk evenings. Not too many of those to be had in Arkansas.

I did manage to forget my hairspray of all things.

Although one of the items in the goodie bags is 'hairspray"...of all things. LUCK.

There was a health and beauty aid convention at the San Diego Convention Center today. I did manage to drop in for about 10 minutes, with Submarine Wife. She managed to get a picture of the guy that does the Tai-Bo, Billy Blanks or something.... I also guess some Dancing With The Stars hostess was there, but I never watch it, so I had no idea who she was. I did walk away with a couple of free samples. She did have great hair.

In other interesting news, a couple of the "Hubbies" are here with wives. Very interesting to finally meet the other half of the couple you have heard so much about...and nice to see couples walking ahead holding hands. Particularly after soooo many deployments.

I am supposed to head to bed per my own Dh's advice, but need to drink a lot of water before bed, so i do not look puffy and swollen in the morning.

I am very anxious about my panel in the morning. It will be live streamed as well!!

Friday, May 11, 2007

Buzz

Woke at 3:30, and got a face on and headed to the Raleigh airport.

Arrived in San Diego at about 12'ish....

Had the pleasure of traveling with Trying to Grok from Raliegh to Phoenix. We had a nice talk about how inspiring the Milblogging Conference was, and what we hope to accomplish this weekend at SpouseBuzz Live 2.

The good news, I have a sleep number bed. Interesting to be sure. I honestly thought I liked a soft bed...

not so for the record.


It is a joy to be around the other SpouseBuzz Contributors, and catch up with the military.com staff again.

USAA, military.com, have put together a wonderful conference.

I will post pictures soon!



Frankly I am exhausted and have no idea how Andi has managed to organize both events.

Holy Crap

*The following is a transcript of a telephone call with DH who is at Fort Benning, from May 10th*

DH: "I finally got on, and looked at the photos from the conference."

AWTM: "yeah, I should not wear white, I think the shirt looked poofy, I looked huge...."

DH: "you looked great, but you should wear bright colors."

AWTM: "I cannot get over, how much i am starting to look like my Mother."

*****crickets*********

DH: "do you want me to explain how that works?"

AWTM: "you are a smartass, no I mean really, I am REALLY starting to look like my Mom, I stand like her, walk like her..."



AWTM: "Holy Crap!"

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Shout out, to my ladies...




So I was lucky enough to meet Stacy, of Keep My Soldier Safe (NOW GRITS), again!! I love Stacy. She is seriously, one of the most honest, and warm ladies I have ever met. I also have a tremendous respect for Stacy after meeting her parents(who are very hospitable), who upon traveling halfway across the country, stopped into my neck of the woods to meet with us. Her folks, brought enough home canned goods, like jelly, and pear honey, pepper jelly to make me feel like part of the family. (They also tolerated The Collective) who were on bad behavior to prove my lacking parenting skills)....She brought gifts in HAND AGAIN for my children. Including a junior Road Atlas for Sir Rowland!! He LOVES it Stacy. However, I am sure he is going to enjoy his back seat driving experience even better now.

There was also Some Soldier's Mom....who I adore! Also with gifts in tow! WOW! The kids loved their gifts, and I took photos! I had the honor of sitting next to SSM, on The In The Family panel...and I am always amazed at her candor, and grace. She has the ability to speak about the hardest of topics without throwing anyone under the bus...(something I need to learn to do) She also sensed my nervousness, and grabbed my hand in support after my introduction....

WOW.

Stacy, also had the forethought of bring a box of tissue up to the panel, in case I broke down into tears....something I NEVER used to do, but now do at the drop of a hat at highly emotional events

Well guess what, those tissue came in handy after Mr. Robert Stokley spoke.

I am so proud to call both of you ladies friends...

You amaze me with your families continued service, and your strength!!

All of Gods Blessings..

Milblogging Conference photos.... more to come


*AWTM, Andrea Shea King (lovliest EVER!!), Marc Danzinger, and Aaron from Lifelike pundits


*My fellow SpouseBuzzer Homefront Six, flew in from the island!!


*RSM, of When The Smoke Clears (co sherpa)


*AWTM, Robert Stokley, Gold Star Father, and Mary Ann Soldiers Angels Germany

*Ward Carroll, from military.com

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*AWTM, and Andi's World


*Lex

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*From my Position, Chuck , giving a brilliant speech during the luncheon about Valour IT, and other support organizations.


*Trying to Grok, and Tammi's World

You will have to excuse the amount of photos I am in here...but well it was my camera, and I am a diarist.

Oh and remember the fact that I am a military wife, which means ALMOST ALL photos are taken by me, at arms length.

So enjoy....

I do not have time to link all of theose in the photos...
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I apologize for the time crunch factor.

I leave for Raleigh in the am. I need to be there by 5:45am!! UGHHH...

Enjoy the photos!!

*if any of you object to having a photo/name/etc up let me know and I will remove it!!

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

SpouseBuzz Live 2 San Diego!!

I am really getting anxious for the SpouseBuzz LIVE 2 Event in San Diego. I am seriously fired up, after attending the Milblogging Conference, and I am ready to do it again.

I think you will be amazed at what a powerful experience it can be to share with one another in a group where we all have some common ground. I think you will walk away amazed, and inspired and empowered!

I have had a couple of e-mails asking questions about the event.....

You can read the rest over at SpouseBuzz

The days itinerary is HERE! (WOW)

I would also like to ask those of you in the San Diego area, that know a milspouse to please pass this information forward!!