Time Marches On....

....an overused cliche to say the least, but oh how true it is. This month is half over already. I'm sitting here going through Zac's school folder for the week, and he is doing very well. He got straight A's on his last report card, and I was a bit surprised. Not that he isn't extremely bright, but he does have difficulty staying on task at times. There are usually a couple of B's in the mix, but as long as he does his best I am completely ok with that. Not only is this month half over, this year is flying by as well for which I am thankful. My husband will be coming home for 2 weeks leave on Sunday, and I am very excited about this.

I am definitely NOT wishing my life away, but I am wishing this year away. I want my husband home and my family reunited. Kendra will be a senior next year, and then there will be college. What else will be in store for the Addison family? Only time will tell. I'm always up for an adventure.......


as an aside, I am not trying to be rude by not answering comments like I used to. My psychiatrist suggested that I just write, so that is what I am doing....

Happy Birthday To You....

.....Tomorrow I will be 40. I'm not sad about it or freaking out. Actually, I have a nice day planned, and I thank the Creator that I have made it this far. Two things are missing from my birthday. One is missing just THIS year and that is my husband. The other thing is my mother. On my birthday, when I was living at home she would wake me with a rousing version of "Happy Birthday" sung at the top of her lungs. Once I left home, I would receive a phone call on the morning of my birthday from my mother with her singing "Happy Birthday" at the top of her lungs. Unfortunately, I haven't been awakened with that wonderful phone call in over 17 years. Fortunately, this is the first year in over 12 years that my husband has missed my birthday, and I will be spending the day with our children and the evening with my friends. I am blessed beyond measure, so no doubt I will wake up humming "Happy Birthday to ME!"

Movin' on up....er....down....er....laterally....somewhere....

Well, it's been a while since I have posted. A lot has changed since my last post. My husband has heard through the Army grapevine that upon his return from this deployment he will more than likely be transferred to another unit. That little tidbit of information changes things quite a bit. Of course, no one has bothered to let my HUSBAND know anything about this transfer, but the scuttlebutt comes on good authority. My husband has been emailing higher ups to see if we can get any further information. Nothing yet.

The Army has given us a good life, and we cannot complain. It hasn't come without it's drawbacks. It is like a cruel joke at times. Making promises only to yank the rug out from under us just to laugh when we falter. We are both growing weary of the games, and we are ready for stability. If we are moving, let us know so we can start the planning, and if we are staying let us know so we can continue the status quo.

That is where we are at this moment. Hopefully, we will know something sooner than later.....

I Wanna See a Man About a Dog....

Damn, this shit is HARD! I'm looking for a medium to large sized dog. I would prefer it to be short haired, and I would love it to be a bull dog or boxer. I want a dog, not a puppy that likes cats, and that can hold his own against Axl the dog eater. LOL I would also like it to be housebroken. I have been scouring petfinder.com, and I have found several that fit the bill to the "T" so to speak. So I email them, and they email me back saying, "Aww, I'm sorry, Buster was adopted just yesterday" or last week or last month or whatever.....I want to scream!!!! "TAKE THEM OFF OF PETFINDER THEN DAMN IT!!!!!!" You would think they would be EAGER to take them down. I know I would, or at least put a little "ADOPTED YAY" by their name to show they found a good home. I know I have some steep requirements, but I'm not going to let it get me down....

So, for now, I will continue my hunt and maybe soon I will get to see a Man about a Dog....LOL

Haunted...

Anyone that knows me REALLY well, knows that I have a fascination with Cemeteries. I know it is morbid, but I don't care. I find them calming and strangely beautiful. The older the better. I love walking through them, ESPECIALLY old ones reading the headstones, tracing the engravings with my fingers, and imagining what kind of person they were in life now that they lie still beneath a blanket of soil and grass. Some headstones are so tiny that you know that the life had not even had a chance to get started yet. Some headstones stay beloved mother/father, son/daughter, etc... Some have pictures, elaborate engravings, personal sayings, or simply say "Lamb of God."

I've been "haunting" grave yards since I was a child reading headstones, running my hands across the tops of the algae covered marble. I've never been frightened, but I could certainly feel the energy of the place. I wonder if that is something unique to me. I've never taken a survey. Thoughts?

Just a short entry...

I woke up this morning to a very sweet email from my husband. I had sent him a picture of Zac and Axl that I took yesterday, and he was so excited to get it. I see the changes in the kids, and I am here daily. He can't see it except through pictures, and when I send them the impact is so much more. I could FEEL the excitement in him through his words. At the briefing for the soldiers and their families that we would not be getting the same soldier back that we sent over, and now my husband and I BOTH believe it. I will be getting a kinder, gentler man, that VALUES his family and the time we have together.....

Some people....

Soooo, this morning, 0730, text message, "are u clear to work yet?"

Me: Nope. Don't see the MD til next Wed. If I had been clear, I would have been back not killing all of my vacation time.

Now tell me, Why would I be just sitting on my ass at home while my children are at school, and my husband is coming home at the END of April using up all my vacation time? I literally will have NONE left, and will actually end up probably not getting a check at all towards the end. NOT my fault, I had surgery. Why is this concept so hard for people to understand? At the hospital where I work our vacation time does not carry over to the next year. We use it or lose it, so you are given a set amount and that is it. SO, mine is getting burned up very quickly.

Sorry for the vent, but after all, what is a blog for?