Traveling for the holiday...

So I am joining the masses on the road this year....yeah what was I thinking, huh? And well, lets just say that I am so far from even ready to go that it is not even funny. I have yet to pack, much less finish my laundry.....my son is still asleep, not sure where his coat is. Last I saw of it, I believe it was in the trunk of my car. The girls, well, we don't need to even go there......Does the word disorganized come to mind? Right now it is the only word I can use use to describe how I feel. Not to mention I have no clue as to exactly where I am going....now how many people plan a trip with no clue where the final destination is? Sounds like a really bad plot for a B-rated horror flick. But how many take place in suburbia?

Actually I am meeting my girlfriend and her family at her parent's second home before heading to another relatives home for dinner tomorrow.....so I will really be in a weird, strange and unusual situation.... But in all seriousness I am very grateful to my friend and her wonderful family for offering to have us for the holiday but I wonder if they feel any of the nervousness that I do, having a total stranger and her family for a family holiday? They are a large clan though, maybe they will hardly notice us there.....hm....my family....nah, they will notice.......

Anyway, I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday, whether it be staying home or traveling afar.....keep our nation's heroes in your prayers... We have a lot to be Thankful for in them. God Bless.

Happy Turkey Day to all......



Why do people refuse to own their choices? I guess what I am getting at is, how can anyone make a decision in life and then say someone else is at fault? Aren't we, as adults charged with being responsible for our own actions, both good or bad? And in being so, doesn't that in effect make us also the owner of those choices? If that is also true then how in the hell can anyone blatantly claim that anyone, much less someone that loves them and only wants the best for them, is ultimately responsible in the end?

The person in my life who has done this makes me what to slap them silly.....and make them realize how much pain they are causing to the other person......in life no one can make us happy, it has to come from us, others only add to what we allow ourselves to be. You have to be the maker of your own fate, take responsibility for your actions and stop blaming others for what you see as unfairness in your life.

Being a grown up is not all sunshine and rainbows, it's sometimes about looking at the big picture and realizing that life changes and so must we in order to be happy. We also have to consider that not everyone we love is going to always live up to our expectations of what we want for them, but it's their life, not ours to live and so we need to find a way to be happy for them, accepting that they are OWNING their choices without blame, so WHY CAN'T YOU?

I love you ~R~ keep your chin up, it will get better!


One Wish.......for my husband

One Wish

If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.

- Courtney Kuchta -


Just how many fit this description?

I came across this the other day and of course had to laugh, because my daughters definitely fall into this category......but it makes me wonder who sits around and comes up with this stuff??? And so I clicked on it and got the rest of the story........my daughters would be saddened by the turn of events, should it be true! Hmm.....come to think of it, I'm pretty sure there are quite a few of us bloggers that would be equally devistated!!!!


Favorite Love Poems.......... for my Husband

~An Entrapment~

My love, I have tried with all my being
to grasp a form comparable to thine own,
but nothing seems worthy;

I know now why Shakespeare could not
compare his love to a summer’s day.
It would be a crime to denounce the beauty
of such a creature as thee,
to simply cast away the precision
God had placed in forging you.

Each facet of your being
whether it physical or spiritual
is an ensnarement
from which there is no release.
But I do not wish release.
I wish to stay entrapped forever.
With you for all eternity.
Our hearts, always as one.

- Anthony Kolos -

Baby your the one....

I won't put baby in a corner.....
I just can't think of any thing else I can say on the topic ~ :D


Poetry from the past, sacrifice in the present......

I have to share this wonderful poem with you and the blog that I took it from......and also some of those that the piece makes reference to.....I wrote this last night after reading it on Claire's blog, but felt that because of the words behind the piece I am talking about, I wanted to check with Brat and make sure that borrowing some of the work from the piece was kosher before I posted it, so I am changing the time to reflect the current time to now and thanks again Brat!

First the blog is Tanker Brothers and the piece in reference that was written was about "The Girl Behind the Man behind the Gun" which talks about some very special "girls". One is Claire over at Knee Deep in the Hooah. A blog I have to confess to being quite a follower of for some time. I have to agree with what the piece says about Claire and also about Some Soldier's Mom. These are two pretty remarkable women, both with children serving our Country in a time of War.....and then there is Shelly over at Can I Borrow Your Life who joins them as they endure the worries of having a child in danger.......but they are just a few of the many I know who have children standing up to defend or have already defended this Nation with little in return......my heart goes out to them and all the mothers of our service members, my mother in law as well. I can not imagine having a child doing what my husband does, what each of you must go through as a mother......and those like Claire, who have both sides of their heart tore at....well, I simply have no words.......and then there is Mel, who pens Calm Cool & Collected who's story is one of pain and sorrow and courage to regain a life that she never had any intention of leading.......the first time I came upon her blog I did not know if I could continue to read on, I was so immensely sad for this young woman, not much older then my oldest daughter, but I realized what great strength it takes at such a young age to endure what she has.....and so I read on......

I make no attempts to tell the story, just to add how each of these women and their stories have touched me. We all have a story, each unique, but bound by the same tears.......I could not in a million years be able to convey the sentiment behind the words to the piece, but I can put the information on my blog, and like me, maybe someone else will come upon the story and it will touch them too......

And so the remarkable poem I wanted to add to my blog, thanks to Brat......(and of course to the Vancouver Public Library for their hard work)

The Girl Behind the Man Behind the Gun

by MacDonald, Wilson Pugsley, (b. 1880)

You have seen the line of khaki swinging grandly down the street,
You have heard the band blare out Britannic songs;
You have read a ton of papers and you've thrown them at your feet,
And your brain's a battlefield for fighting throngs.
You have cheered for Tommy Atkins, and you've yelled for Jack Canuck;
You have praised the French and Belgians, every one.
But I'm rhyming here a measure to the valor and the pluck
Of the Girl Behind the Man Behind the Gun.

There's a harder game than fighting; there's a deeper wound by far
Than the bayonet or the bullet ever tore.
And a patient, little woman wears upon her heart a scar
Which the lonesome years will keep for evermore.
There are bands and bugles crying and the horses madly ride,
And in passion are the trenches lost or won.
But SHE battles in the silence, with no comrade at her side,
Does the girl behind the man behind the gun.

They are singing songs in Flanders and there's music in the wind;
They are shouting for their country and their king.
But the hallways yearn for music in the homes they left behind,
For the mother of a soldier does not sing.
In the silence of the night time, 'mid a ring of hidden foes,
And without a bugle cry to cheer her on.
She is fighting fiercer battles than a soldier ever knows:
And her triumph—is an open grave at dawn.

You have cheered the line of khaki swinging grandly down the street,
But you quite forgot to cheer another line.
They are plodding sadly homeward, with no music for their feet,
To a far more lonely river than the Rhine.
Ah! the battlefield is wider than the cannon's sullen roar;
And the women weep o'er battles lost or won.
For the man a cross of honor; but the crepe upon the door
For the girl behind the man behind the gun.

When the heroes are returning and the world with flags is red,
When you show the tattered trophies of the war,
When your cheers are for the living and your tears are for the dead
Which the foeman in the battle trampled o'er.
When you fling your reddest roses at the horsemen in array,
With their helmets flaming proudly in the sun,
I would bid you wear the favor of an apple-blossom spray
For the girl behind the man behind the gun.
(courtesy of Granger's World of Poetry)

Why am I still amazed at people's stupidity?

Check out Michelle Malkin's piece here, the loonies are running rampant in the streets of Washington State......

She states at the end of it "This is not free speech. This is unconscionable vandalism and physical interference intended to undermine the troops in a time of war. Someone needs to establish the rule of law in Olympia before it’s too late. Enough is enough.."

In my eyes, enough was enough oh, about a year ago and I'm thinking these people need to be charged with a whole lot of things....lets start out with murder, I look at it from the standpoint of we are not charging them with anything now, why not charge them with what they really are ultimately facilitating by their stupidity? For every piece of equipment they keep from being shipped out, it's one less the soldier's have to effectively do their job safely and that puts lives in unnecessary risk.....and someone dies.....and the fault comes back to the origin of delay......the morons back on the street sitting in front of the trucks trying to get this equipment to port......

And we wonder why people from other countries talk so poorly about our Leaders like Sarah over at Trying to Grok states in her Who Does This piece. Well America wonder no more......there is simply no one holding ANYONE accountable....sort of makes you wonder how safe you are, don't it?


Love does not die easily.

It is a living thing. It thrives in the face of all life's hazards, save one ~neglect.

~ James Bryden


How do I put into words.....

.......what my heart refuses to acknowledge?

My mind knows he's gone again....but my heart won't accept that he wont be walking back in the door any minute. It was the same when he came home, but the opposite. I was surprised when he would walk in the room now I can't shake the empty feeling I have now that he's left.

Maybe it is because he was here longer than anticipated, too many days to get used to him being here again......and none of it spent doing anything but trying to sift through the mess we are still facing with our home.

He left with little resolved and more questions then answers. No matter how hard I tried to fix things before he came home it just did not work out the way we had hoped. Things compounded on top of each other until it reach such a magnitude that it left us both exhausted. His down time was anything but and in the end he left more tired then he was when he got home. Every part of my heart breaks because of how things worked out and yet every part of my heart aches to have him hold me once again. To just feel his presence, his strengths, his love.

As I watched him walk down the gate to board his flight, he kept turning around and looking back at me. I could tell how hard it was for him to walk away again, to leave us again. No matter how heartbroken I am, I am ever reminded that he is the one that must give up everything in order to be who he is......and so as he turned to walk through the door he turned one last time and blew a kiss to us......as we all waved back, tears steaming down our faces......left to face the painful remainder of this deployment without him.......we know he was left to travel half way around the world to face it without us......I know it my heart, my head that it is harder for him to walk away then for us to let him do it.

And so to my love, my soul-mate, my husband........I miss you, I love you.......I pray for you, be safe.


The most wonderful of all things in life.......

......is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a growing depth, beauty and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvellous thing; it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of divine accident, and the most wonderful of all things in life.

~ by Sir Hugh Walpole ~