When people ask, "How do you do it?!" while shaking their heads in wonder, I typically answer something to the effect of "We do what we have to do," or "Home is where the military sends us, so we make the best of it," or something along those lines. It's heartwarming to have lived in … Continue reading Transitions
Category: sobriety
Lemons, Lemonade, Lillies, and Other Luxurious Little Things
There are lemons that grow over our fence! REAL lemons! In February! I showed a picture to the hubby of a planter contraption on Pinterest one evening. He replied, "Hmm. That's doable." I didn't give it much thought, until the next day he brought home supplies and made this! I love it! Yay container gardening! … Continue reading Lemons, Lemonade, Lillies, and Other Luxurious Little Things
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Air filters changed: 4 School days: 170 Snow days: 1 Hurricanes: 1 Road trips: 2 Field trips: 10 Lawn mowed: 35 times Weed eater cord changes: every dang time! Vacuums broke and replaced: 1 Vehicle Oil changed: 3 times Houses sold: 1 Plumbing repair: 1 Roof repair: 1 Alternators changed: 1 Vehicles sold: 1 Vomit … Continue reading 365
Rainbows and Reasons
"Roy G Biv," I told her, selecting the crayons out of the vast array of options. "Roy G Biv?! What?!" she asked. "The colors of the rainbow. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet," I rattled off the words, much to her amazement. It's so easy impressing a 4 year old with your vast knowledge … Continue reading Rainbows and Reasons
Go Big or Go Home
I haven't felt like I've had much to write about lately. Much of that comes from just being too busy, tired, in the midst of deployment, blah, whatever - to put forth the energy to make coherent sentences. I often identify with Solomon in Ecclesiastes..."there is nothing new under the sun" Ecc. 1:4-11 when it … Continue reading Go Big or Go Home
40 Thoughts
As of yesterday, I have survived 40 years on the planet.I am not blah because I'm depressed about getting older. I'm just blah for no reason. My love is deployed and it sucks. We are in the last few days of summer before school starts. The kids are blah. It's hot as hades here (110-115 … Continue reading 40 Thoughts
The First Time
The first time I had a drink, I was 4 or maybe 5 years old. My older step-sisters, in high school at the time, were having a party. I don't remember much about that night, other than I felt amazing being with all those big people. I was making them laugh! They let me play … Continue reading The First Time
