Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Terry Jones is NOT my friend
I have no respect for people who pick fights they are not willing and capable of finishing. Terry Jones will NOT be in Afghanistan to put out the fire he starts. I won't have time to burn books on Sept. 11th. I will be too busy sending love and prayers to my husband. He doesn't have the luxury of hiding behind a lighter and letting others take the heat. It is easy to start a fire. It takes true courage to brave the flames and put the fire out. Terry Jones is not a hero. He is not the voice of America. Yes, we are a military family. However, we still fight to greet the day with love in our hearts. I am thinking of all of you with love in my heart regardless of your religon or where you were born. I am hoping your child lives a life of love and respect regardless if their bedtime story comes from the Koran or Bible. No child deserves to live a life of fear and hate. My heart is open to you and my lighter is down.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
This is Depressing
If you're modest avert your eyes!!
It's official, the local insects are getting more action in two minutes than I'll get all year. On the upside I don't have to shave my legs until hubby comes home on leave! Just imagine how much I'm saving on razor blades, creams and wax! Gillette will probably start to see a drop in profits now that I don't even have to shave below the knee.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
A Birth

She smacked into our window and then gave birth right under the window sill.
What mother can't relate to being smacked silly into motherhood?
Lost. Disoriented. Confused. Frightened.
Some fly away, wings or no wings.
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Monday, June 7, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
To the Rescue
Monday, May 24, 2010
Turtles, Tornadoes and Depression
The girls have tumbled head first into our tornado and turtle filled new life. Every lightning bug, hummingbird and awe smothered smile makes me miss my husband. I want him here with me. I want to be curled in the crook of his arm, head tucked under his chin and back against his chest while we watch the girls hunt for acorns. I want him to hear the squirrel and rabbit induced squeals of pure glee first hand. This world is so new to them. Hawaii didn't have squirrels, opossums and lightning bugs. June bugs and snakes are mysterious monsters and lightning bugs hold the same magical wonderment as unicorns. Despite the laughter and the joy I can't shake feeling like Dorothy. Where are a set of ruby red slippers when you need them? I'm learning home is where the heart is and my heart is split between our beautiful daughters and hubby. They are proving resilient. They miss their Daddy but they're filling up the empty space with adventure and grandparent hugs. I'll live the year split. Half of my heart here with the girls and half with hubby. I will work my own magic and morph into a two hearted beast miraculously pumping in both Oklahoma and Afghanistan.
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Friday, April 30, 2010
The Winner and The Warning
And the winner is...
But I must warn you she is one of those adorable pregnant women that is all cute and no chunk. In her pics she is all smiles no queasy frown or dark circles. She's one of those pregnant glow type of women. I had more of a pregnant residue than a glow during my pregnancy. So consider yourself warned. You just might forget the cravings, the gas and the heart burn. You might remember those baby kicks, the internal hiccups and see her rocking her cute maternity clothes and get baby fever. She's also funny and very fabulous so if your blog roll is already busting at the seams and you can't squeeze in one more single wonderful blog then don't visit. Step away from the keyboard or you'll be hooked.
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