We had live music at one place where we ate dinner. The kids weren't too impressed but I loved it!
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Some Pictures From Our Trip to Georgia...
These are the pictures off my camera from Adam's graduation. It made for some wonderful memories!
How Do You Prepare for Something Like This?
I've spent the last few days since I got home from Adam's graduation thinking. As with Jake, I'm proud that my son wanted to join the military.
I think Adam has realized what it really means to have taken such a dangerous job with the Army. I knew all along that it wasn't what I wanted for him, but I had to allow him to make his own decision. With Jake, I know he's as safe as he can be in a war zone. On a base, in a building working intelligence.
With Adam, I don't know how I'm going to cope. I feel like I'm a strong woman but I can't imagine when he is deployed how I'm going to survive every day. I know I will, thousands of other mothers do. I just can't imagine trying to go through every day knowing that my son is on the front lines, being the first to break down doors looking for the enemy. How do you get through something like that?
I suppose I'll have to try and find a support group, I don't think I can do it alone. I know I can't curl up in the fetal position and wait until he comes home - although that's what my mind tells me I want to do. Hopefully he won't be deployed soon. I need time to get my mind in the right place if that's possible.
Meanwhile, I've spent a lot of time this weekend remembering our soldiers and being thankful that there are so many who are willing to volunteer for such dangerous duty. I'm terrified and proud at the same time.
If you have any words of wisdom, I'd love to hear from you.
I think Adam has realized what it really means to have taken such a dangerous job with the Army. I knew all along that it wasn't what I wanted for him, but I had to allow him to make his own decision. With Jake, I know he's as safe as he can be in a war zone. On a base, in a building working intelligence.
With Adam, I don't know how I'm going to cope. I feel like I'm a strong woman but I can't imagine when he is deployed how I'm going to survive every day. I know I will, thousands of other mothers do. I just can't imagine trying to go through every day knowing that my son is on the front lines, being the first to break down doors looking for the enemy. How do you get through something like that?
I suppose I'll have to try and find a support group, I don't think I can do it alone. I know I can't curl up in the fetal position and wait until he comes home - although that's what my mind tells me I want to do. Hopefully he won't be deployed soon. I need time to get my mind in the right place if that's possible.
Meanwhile, I've spent a lot of time this weekend remembering our soldiers and being thankful that there are so many who are willing to volunteer for such dangerous duty. I'm terrified and proud at the same time.
If you have any words of wisdom, I'd love to hear from you.
Monday, May 20, 2013
Interesting Observation...
We were waiting for our flight from Atlanta and there was no place to sit. The flight before us left so Lorry grabbed a seat and put her bag in the one next to it for me (I was a few feet behind her). A nice looking, athletic, young, black man jumped over and started to take the seat. " I'm saving this for her," she said, and pointed to me - standing a foot behind him.
"What? You can't save seats! What the hell?"
"She's right there!" Lorry said.
"Awwww, COME ON!" He was very unhappy.
Loud enough for everyone to hear, I looked at him and said. " you go ahead and take that seat. I'm a lady and I'll let you have it."
I turned around and walked to an available stool and sat down. He walked away.
What? We would never have done that to an old lady! Then, on the flight to Boise, a couple my age were some of the last ones on the plane. A nice, peaceful, Rastafarian-type, young, white, hippy dude was taking a seat when the lady asked him if he would let she and her husband sit together and he could take the single seat.
Again, in that whiny-ass voice, he too did the "what!?" thing. He did not take the single seat.
Rotten-ass, spoiled young people who have no respect for us elders. KARMA you little turds. It's going to get you.
"What? You can't save seats! What the hell?"
"She's right there!" Lorry said.
"Awwww, COME ON!" He was very unhappy.
Loud enough for everyone to hear, I looked at him and said. " you go ahead and take that seat. I'm a lady and I'll let you have it."
I turned around and walked to an available stool and sat down. He walked away.
What? We would never have done that to an old lady! Then, on the flight to Boise, a couple my age were some of the last ones on the plane. A nice, peaceful, Rastafarian-type, young, white, hippy dude was taking a seat when the lady asked him if he would let she and her husband sit together and he could take the single seat.
Again, in that whiny-ass voice, he too did the "what!?" thing. He did not take the single seat.
Rotten-ass, spoiled young people who have no respect for us elders. KARMA you little turds. It's going to get you.
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Girls With Guns, and one Gnarly Dude...
Today Brenda provided us with a concealed weapons class. It was awesome! Brenda, you were a great instructor and we all had a wonderful time. Now to go gun shopping!
Look out, the girls from Hidden Springs are packin'!
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Donkey Delivery!
Their previous owners...
Kathy, their new mama...
Into the new pen!
Taking a break to color with Lorry...
The girls seem quite content...
and it looks like we have a big storm coming!
It was a great day.
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