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Hey, where’s MY age waiver?

For those of you who are not aware of our situation, my husband recently earned an age waiver and joined the Army. He will be an Officer Candidate, hence being “knee deep” versus “ankle deep” in the Hooah! So, when Bryan went through the physical scrutiny for his age waiver he was told that he is in better shape than some of the 20 year olds coming through! He will be 41 this year, so he just barely made it age wise. He scored very high in all areas of his APFT, and of course he passed his interview with the Board and was accepted. He is amazing.

So, this leads me to ask… where’s MY age waiver? I am getting old too, and I am slowly falling apart. Seriously, I have aches, pains, and creaks that I never thought would happen to me. I have been having some pain in my shoulders and now I have “impingement syndrome” which is just a fancy term for “a sore shoulder because you are getting old.” I have just been diagnosed with Meniere’s disease, which is an inner-ear disease that causes severe ringing in the affected ear accompanied by some lovely vertigo spells. Nice, eh? I will definitely be the old lady saying “Speak up Sonny, I can’t hear you!”

When I was pregnant with Emma (and she is nearly 3) I had “Advanced Maternal Age” written on my chart. After she was born I went through 3 surgeries to straighten out things that the pregnancy messed up and threw out of alignment. Seriously folks, I am ready to ignore my medical problems and sink deeply into denial. :)

Until the next ache, pain, strain, or memory lapse… take care!

A few of my other favorite things…

I LOVE hearing the instant message noise on my computer. It means that Mike is logged on and I get to chat with him. Often times we get dropped. The signal in his tent is not too strong, but regardless it just feels so nice to connect. He lived in WA state for a year before his deployment, and I didn’t get to see him often. It was just different though. If I wanted to talk with him I could just pick the phone up and chat with him or leave him a message. The other day I dialed his number by mistake — maybe it was a Freudian slip, who knows? Anyway, I heard the song that plays in lieu of a ring on his number and it made me sad. Here is a stanza from the song he has on his phone to replace the ringing: (Plain White T’s)

Hey there Delilah
You be good and don’t you miss me
Two more years and you’ll be done with school
And I’ll be making history like I do
You know it’s all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here’s to you
This ones for you
Oh boy. What I wouldn’t do to give him a hug and make his favorite meal tonight. I love you Mike.

When tragedy hits close to home

It never ceases to amaze me at how quickly people use a tragedy to begin to push an agenda. I still have vivid memories of a horrific “open letter” written to Pfc. Tucker’s parents by an anti-war zealot who thought that he would use the horror that this family faced to push his own public agenda. The columnist said in his note that he was addressing the family publicly since they had refused to talk with him personally. Excuse me, but since when does a grieving family owe the media anything? Since when can a family not have a moment of grief and privacy when facing tragedy such as the Tucker and Menchaca families faced?

I bring this story up because the same thing is happening with the Virginia Tech shootings. The tragedy that hit our Country yesterday goes beyond the tragic and into the catastrophic. The lives that are forever devastated are far reaching. My husband personally knows one of the Engineering students who was killed. She was a promising Engineer with a natural aptitude for science. Who knows the brilliance that was lost yesterday. Yet, instead of giving the dead a moment of silence, and giving the living a moment to grieve, the media has once again shown its opportunistic and tragedy laden parasitic relationship to horrific news and pushing an agenda.

We are like ghouls when it comes to the media. We feed off of the dead and all of the sick and twisted “entertainment” we can derive from it, or for all of the advantage we can get using human tragedy as a mere soap box for an agenda. Dead tarts are used for entertainment purposes, dead soldiers are used as a prop for speaking out against the war, and now human carnage at a college campus is being used to spur on a debate about gun control.

My own personal agenda in writing this is to implore the public to leave the grieving families in peace and let them grieve and process this horrible loss.

Please read (Michelle Malkin’s site):

Like clockwork: NYTimes wants more gun control;
Like clockwork, Part II: Phelps creeps to protest at funerals

Where is Spring when you need it?

I don’t know what the weather is like where my loved ones are, but it is cold and snowy here in TN today.

My feet are cold
My tulips have died,
the heat is on,
the weatherman lied.

Feel free to add to the next stanza if you are inspired to do so. For now I will keep the home fires burning… not just figuratively, but literally too.

Artist uses her talent to honor our fallen heroes

This may be old news to some, but I had never heard of Kaziah before today. I went to her website, and was brought to tears. She has dedicated her art to honoring our fallen heroes, and blessing their families with a customized hand painted portrait of their fallen hero. She does not charge them for this service. The only thing she asks is that the images to not be reproduced and for Copyright to remain with her. You MUST go to her site and see the pictures she has painted. What a beautiful way to honor the heroes in our Armed Services who have given the ultimate sacrifice. Also, I do not know if she takes contributions to help cover the costs she incurs doing this, but if she does, please consider donating. Thank you Kaziah! Thank you.

Kaziah the goat woman

The Surge: First Fruits

I read this first at Right Nation
I thought I would share it here. The more eyes that see it the better.

The Surge: First Fruits
washingtonpost.com
By Charles Krauthammer
Friday, April 13, 2007; A17
(Excerpt)

Link to entire article
By the day, the debate at home about Iraq becomes increasingly disconnected from the realities of the war on the ground. The Democrats in Congress are so consumed with negotiating among their factions the most clever linguistic device to legislatively ensure the failure of the administration’s current military strategy — while not appearing to do so — that they speak almost not at all about the first visible results of that strategy.

And preliminary results are visible. The landscape is shifting in the two fronts of the current troop surge: Anbar province and Baghdad.

The news from Anbar is the most promising. Only last fall, the Marines’ leading intelligence officer there concluded that the United States had essentially lost the fight to al-Qaeda. Yet just this week, the Marine commandant, Gen. James Conway, returned from a four-day visit to the province and reported that we “have turned the corner.”

Why? Because, as Lt. Col. David Kilcullen, the Australian counterinsurgency adviser to Gen. David Petraeus, has written, 14 of the 18 tribal leaders in Anbar have turned against al-Qaeda. As a result, thousands of Sunni recruits are turning up at police stations where none could be seen before. For the first time, former insurgent strongholds such as Ramadi have a Sunni police force fighting essentially on our side.

Woot! We have someone who wants a second look at the house!

We put it on the market a week ago today, and we already have someone wanting average power bills, and they have requested to see it again on Saturday! I am so stoked. I hope it sells fast. If we could get the house sold and at least the plans to move into our rental before Bryan heads out to MEPS it would help tremendously. The home we will more than likely be staying in belongs to some dear friends of ours. It is right next door to another dear friend, and this means that the kids and I won’t be all alone on the other end of town. We will be closer to our church and church family. What a blessing that is! I will keep you all posted!

Ok, now that we know who "the baby daddy is" can we move on to something newsworthy?

Let me preface this with a true confession. I do not watch television. I do not have cable, I have no broadcast TV in my home at all, and I don’t ever want it again. I have never watched a single episode of American Idol, Desperate Housewives, or ER. I don’t even know if these shows are still on… they get mentioned to me in conversations since they are such a huge part of our culture. OK, now that you know my dirty little secret I have to tell you about what happened Tuesday afternoon.

I had an appointment at my doctor’s office. It is a very nice, swank office with a really huge television in the waiting room. Normally I am very annoyed at the noise the TV puts off, but I can block it out well enough. I came prepared with my laptop and a very large grant to work on.

When I walked into the Dr’s office for my appointment everyone was sitting on the edge of their seats! By the look on their faces I was certain that something major had just happened in the Middle East; was it a nuclear attack, or perhaps soldiers taken hostage? Surely it was something that demanded attention and was vitally important by the way everyone in the waiting room was posturing themselves. So, I quickly checked in with the receptionist, and I noticed from a distance that it looked like a press conference was about to begin. A press conference!! This has got to be big news, right? Oh the anticipation to know what was going on in this mad world of ours was killing me! With a son who is deployed I feel a little anxious when I suspect that something has happened.

I take my seat. I gaze at the television and begin to focus on a face. I have never seen this face before and I didn’t recognize the name… suddenly the guy opens his mouth and it is confirmed that not only is he the “baby daddy” of the deceased Anna Nichole Smith’s daughter, but he is as dumb as a bag of hammers. He actually gave an “acceptance speech” that was Oscar worthy filled with tears and “thank yous” to all those who had helped him “get this far!” WHAT?? Are you serious? Is this what we are all on the edge of our seats over? I sighed a sigh of disgust and relief. I mean I was relieved that Iran had not just done something scary (again), but I was disgusted that the media and those watching were still enthralled by the story of this dead woman.

The mere fact that I know who she is, and what happened should speak volumes as to her infamous position in our culture. I repeat… I watch NO television in my home whatsoever. Even with that her face has been plastered every where, and I hear people talk about it non stop. I was walking through the grocery store the other day and was stuck on the same isle continually with some woman talking really loudly into her cell phone. All she could do was wonder what “really” killed Anna. Then the big question got discussed “Who is the daddy of the baby?” It’s hard to tell when you have about a dozen or so men lining the block, and you lived a life so void of moral character that not one person in the entire Country even bats an eye at the fact that men have to stand in line and give DNA samples to prove who the daddy of your baby is.

Have we become a culture so addicted to entertainment, pleasure, and the avoidance of any reality and pain that we have the picture of some tartlet emblazoned on our brains, who never contributed anything to our society outside of providing us with a source of absolute and utter depravity in which to gawk. She was the proverbial train wreck, and the general “we” were the rubber-neckers who couldn’t resist.

Ok, I am not going to give this story any more time here on my blog other than to say that we have got to be living life upside down in this country. Seriously. April 9th was the anniversary of the disappearance of Keith “Matt” Maupin. He is the only unaccounted for soldier in the Iraq. His parents wait day in and day out, aching with every breath, and waiting for word on the whereabouts of their beloved son. Matt Maupin is a US Soldier. Matt Maupin has never been found (and I know it is not for a lack of trying). Please, if you are going to sit on the edge of your seats do it for our soldiers. Do it for those who are fighting for your freedoms.

Well it’s time for me to crawl off of my soapbox and get back to the never ending pile of laundry!

In their own words

A wonderful video blog on the Hot Air site (Michelle Malkin) shares the opinion of some Marines in Fallujah. I thought I would post it here, because it echoes some of what I wrote about in yesterdays blog (Chestnuts Roasting Over Mortar Fire).

Link to Video at Hot Air.

Chestnuts Roasting Over Mortar Fire

Why in the world this particular title for a blog would come to me in my sleep is beyond me. Honestly though, I had a dream the other night that I was blogging and one of my blog entry titles was “Chestnuts Roasting Over Mortar Fire” and it was on the topic of trying to bring the home front to the battlefield and the complications that lie therein. Essentially in my dream I was trying to figure out how to be a morale support to my son without being a distraction. This is new territory for me, so bear with me while I sort through my thoughts.


So what exactly is morale? What exactly is supportive to those who are deployed?

I have to ask these questions because I know that there is a fine line between telling my soldier how much he is loved and missed and becoming a burden to his heart and mind by fanning the flames of homesickness. This is not a question that I necessarily have an answer for mind you. I have more questions than I have information on the topic, so I would love any comments from any readers that will shed further light on the subject. This actually came up as a discussion on another board at which I post, and I guess I just haven’t come to any conclusions. I would imagine it is something that would depend on the family and the individual soldier.


The online dictionary defines morale as:

mo·rale

n. The state of the spirits of a person or group as exhibited by confidence, cheerfulness, discipline, and willingness to perform assigned tasks.

[French, morality, good conduct, from feminine of moral, moral, from Old French. See moral.]

SYNONYMS morale, esprit, esprit de corps. These nouns denote a spirit, as of dedication to a common goal, that unites a group: the high morale of the troops; the esprit of an orchestra; the esprit de corps of the swim team.

Online Dictionary Reference


Considering what this definition says and how that effects what the troops encounter on the battlefield I can only imagine why getting care packages, cards, letters and well wishes from home are so vital to the spirit of the Troops. I also have to wonder about the families left behind when it comes to the need for morale.

This is my first deployment as a parent, up close and personal and into a war zone. To be quite honest it has been much harder than I ever could have imagined. Not that I ever, for one moment, took my son’s pending deployment easily, but there was simply no way I could have prepared myself for the emotional roller coaster I have been on over the past several months. I swing wildly between imagining the feelings of joy I will have when he comes home, to the horror I feel when ever an “official” looking car drives any where near my home. Unknown phone numbers scare me to death now, and when I don’t hear from him I have to talk myself through the fact that this is just a normal and routine part of deployed life. I know he is busy and needs to focus on work… I am seriously not complaining at all, but I oscillate between being able to rationally think through situations and being overcome with irrational emotions. I wonder how we can keep our morale up here on the home front, so that we can be as effective as possible at sending our troops the morale they so desperately need and deserve.

Three ways I keep my morale up are staying away from the news, blogging and baking. First I have learned that staying away from the news is one big help, personally. That is easier said than done considering that the media finds it important to accentuate any and all negative things concerning the war. One case in point is the mere fact that we have not been hearing of all of these horrible civilian causalities lately. Have you noticed that it has not been reported every day that there are hundreds of Baghdad residents blown up on a daily basis any more? I can bet it is because the troops are busting their butts and things are beginning to make a change for the better in Baghdad. Will you ever see a headline that says “Troops do an awesome job curbing violence in Baghdad!”? No way. Instead they will put the death toll for the troops (although it is not as sexy since the numbers are lower and all) on the front page now. I have grown very cynical towards the media through this whole endeavor. I wasn’t a huge fan to begin with, and now I wouldn’t trust a reporter as far as I could throw him.

The second helpful thing for keeping my own morale going is blogging. I am actually enjoying giving it a whirl. I don’t expect to have a huge following or to have too many comments from time to time (although a new comment is almost as sweet as a spoon of Nutella, almost mind you!), but just being able to write it out and keep it as a sort of personal journal really helps. It can be very cathartic. If what I write ever encourages anyone else then that is wonderful. If it ticks them off then they can get their own blog and process their own feelings. I won’t get into a debate or argument about the feelings I have. They are mine, and I am the one walking this particular path.

The final item on my own morale building exercises is baking. I love to cook. I have a lot of friends and family who would even tell you that I am quite good at it. Sometimes I impress myself, but more often than not I find myself critiquing my own meals, menus and desserts so that I can do better on the next go around. How does this help my morale in the larger picture? Well, it is a hobby that I enjoy, but when I am having a particularly bad day or week I can bake up a storm and send it to Iraq! Yes. Baking and sending a package filled with a taste of home really does my heart good. As a matter of fact I know I owe my husband’s recruiter a nice plate full of cookies. The guys down at the station are super nice and have been a great source of encouragement. Also, if I am having a bad day and I did see a spot of news that leaves my blood boiling then mixing that dough by hand is good to get some of the frustration out.

Now onto more important matters — but matters I have not very many answers to, and that would be troop morale. I would imagine that figuring out what is helpful and supportive to those deployed would depend greatly on the individual soldier and his/her specific squad. I know that sometimes it is a good morale lifter to just send an extra box of goodies for someone to share with the others. It builds camaraderie and it may build the morale of a fellow soldier who maybe has not received any mail for a while. I have sent packages (one soldier was adopted by my Church and we got his care packages together) to adopted soldiers at Bagram, Camp Mike Spann, and in Tikrit. I have an address to send some packages to Mike in Baghdad, but I am waiting to hear from him. I don’t want the boxes sitting somewhere in the heat for weeks until he hits his FOB. So, I am anxiously awaiting and itching to send those boxes. In the meantime I need to get a quick box out to Tikrit. It is important to me that the men I send to there know they are being remembered, and that someone who has never met them cares enough to send them a package. They know all they have to do is send word if they have any special requests and I would do my best to get it sent to them ASAP.

The goal I see for when I am sending packages (whether to Mike or to another soldier) is simply to communicate that the home front is here, we have not forgotten them, and that they are important to us! I jokingly tell my husband “Rosie the Riveter riveted, and Claire the mom bakes cookies!” I feel like it is my own small sacrifice and offering toward the efforts. There isn’t much more I can do, in all honesty.

As far as what I put into the care packages I send… well again it depends on the soldier. If I get his name and address through an organization then the first box I send is used to establish contact. In that box I put a wide variety of goodies, puzzle books, writing materials, a letter and anything I may find that fits the box. I normally send one flat rate box to begin with, but once I have established contact then I may send up to 4 at a time depending on any requests the soldier has made. Normally they seem so grateful for all that they get, and they don’t normally ask for anything in particular. So, again sending the care packages is a really individualized process. I know it is a great tool for morale building, but there is simply no formula for what an individual soldier will need.

Letters are a nice touch too. You don’t have to know a fellow American personally to chat with him. I write a little bit about my family, about where I live and the weather here at home. I keep the letters light hearted and supportive. I don’t quote Murtha or Kerry in my letters, and I don’t ask the soldiers to tell me what is going on over there. I want to be a small respite for them. I want to offer them a small glimpse of gratefulness, kindness and maybe a soft spot for them after a long hard day.

My goal is to simply give. Their morale being boosted is my gift in return.

OK, I have typed enough for this particular entry. If you think I type to much you should hear how much I can talk when I am with my girlfriends! Oh boy. Another blog for another day. Until then, I will kindly remove myself from any soap box on which I may have hopped upon, and get busy with my laundry! God speed Mike, and God bless!