Friday, December 28, 2007
By that I mean that there is so much anticipation, so much frantic searching and wrapping and cooking and merry making that when the blessed day arrives, one is so tired that one can only remember blurs of paper and faces. I have that sense of moments missed and I wonder "Did everyone have a Merry Christmas?"
I have asked my kids repeatedly if they got what they wanted? The "Sweet-boy" of course got Thomas everything so he is very happy that Santa finally arrived, but I wonder if the "Drama-Queen" was as elated with her gifts? After all the times that she had to sit upon the fat man's lap and espouse her infinite goodness and right to receive all the things that would make her life complete, was she happy that none of them arrived come Christmas Morning?
So I asked her, and in that soon-to-be-ten-year-old-wisdom she told me that if we got everything in life there would be nothing to look forward to. Wow - I was stunned! So I guess that maybe next year she will get that radio controlled dog or horse or that maybe one year she will get a real horse, but in that moment I realized that we all have our dreams and that is what we are working towards.
So in the end it was a good Christmas, filled with family and lots of love and good food and lessons' learned......even from my kids.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, my daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Sscure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, so I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, but I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, and I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, a lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold. Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here! Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, you should be at home <>on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts. To the window that danced with a warm fire's light then he sighed and he said "Its really all right, "I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, that separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me. My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December," then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ', and now it is my turn and so, here I am. I've not seen my own son in more than a while, but my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, the red, white, and blue... an American flag. I can live through the cold and the being alone, away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat. I can carry the weight of killing another, or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all, to ensure for all time that this flag will not fall." "So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least, "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast? It seems all too little for all that you've done, for being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love us, and never forget. To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, to stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead, to know you remember we fought and we bled. Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, that we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
PLEASE, Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.
LCDR Jeff Giles, SC,
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
What is there not to love, you are up high and safe, everyone that has ever hit me in my trucks went under my bumper. They can haul anything and they are so fun to go off-roading in.
Look it even fits in the garage - BARELY!!! But it fits. And "the Man" thought it wouldn't. Now I just have to convince him that it is a want not a need to keep it. I don't think that one is going to happen, we need to get him a car first. Bummer!!!
Monday, November 12, 2007
Friday, November 9, 2007
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
We replaced the outside lights (yes, I hate myself since I got the same lights that take little candalabra lights and go out every 2 weeks) and we painted the door from white to deep maroon. I also had my potter plants and some annuals that have long since hit the compost pile, but we hope to redo the front yard in the spring. This house has no curb appeal.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
It is Tuesday and I have school-work to accomplish.
Since I was unable to get my test taken yesterday I set out this dreary morning to get it accomplished.
After a hearty breakfast of toast and a"burner", I sat the kids down. Here is what is going to happen this morning, blank stares face me, glazed eyes look back at me and when I finish sure that my children are completely aware of what I need for them to do, the "Drama Queen" asks, "So can I turn the movie back on or are you gonna talk some more?".
So I proceeded to take my test and pray that the house remains intact. As I finished and went to check on the status of my kids this is what I found.
Thank goodness for Tinker toys......
Monday, October 29, 2007
Generally I hate computers but today was especially frustrating.
As many of you know I am taking my classes via the Internet this year, so that I can still be at home when "Sweet-boy" gets home from school. Well,.....I had the day to myself, kids gone all day, (Thank you G&G Mumford), "The Man" gone to work, all day to get all my school work done, write my papers and then slack the rest of the week.
SLCC servers' were down and they had no idea when it was going to come back up if ever. Did I mention that I also had a test to take!?
What a wasted day - I hate computers because we are so dependent on them - me especially right now. ARghh!!!!
We carved our pumpkins last night.
I love to carve pumpkins. I love to see the kids working so hard to draw what they want their pumpkin to look like. I love watching "the man" working to make his orange mound into a master piece. I love the gooey insides and all those seeds. I love when we finally get to place them on the front porch and light them and enjoy all our efforts. I love to hear the ones that I love the most having so much fun just being together.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Friends that I love more than well......my daily "burner."
Friends that I can truly belly-laugh with and get out of my dull drums with.
Tuesday I had the opportunity to spend the day with one of those friends and she helped me to see that life is too short to not just laugh.
So this goes out to all my wonderful friends, you make my life worth living.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
We are the house where nothing too normal ever happens.
The Drama Queen announced to us last night that she needed to stay home from school because her head was about to explode from over use.
"Honey, I do not think that there has ever been a documented case for that happening but I am sure that you will be the first, call me from school when that happens."
I am always supportive in whatever my kids want to accomplish in life.
As I sit here in my PJ's, yes I realize that it is after 2pm in the afternoon but some things in life need to be done slowly, with true commitment and I just could not commit to an outfit today so I stayed in the one most uncomplimentary and proceeded with my day. But as I sit here I can see my sweet-boy in the sand box, carefully removing the 2 tons of sand that I laboriously shoveled in there for his enjoyment and dumping it onto the grass. I ponder why I went to so much trouble to build the sand box when it is so hard to keep that sand where it needs to be, in the sand box.
I think it is time for a chocolate and "ewww" a shower.