Saturday, May 31, 2008

Juni's Graduation

As I was uploading pics for my last entry, I realized that I never posted these pics! What an airhead I can be!
I managed to make it to Juni's college graduation... it was such a cool night. Of course I am super duper proud of her!
Instead of some stuffy choir or school band, they had the local bag pipe troupe open graduation. It was outstanding... it certainly created the right atmosphere.
Unfortunately I don't have any super pictures of Juni on stage because she managed to park her short butt right behind the tallest dude in the school... but these pics are at the reception afterward.

We are the queens of self portraits!!

Awwww!!! He totally has the hots for her!!

The joy of home improvement

I just love being home. As great as all of these trips have been, truly nothing compares to lying down on my own mattress and waking up to turn on my own coffee maker. It is always the small things that make it wonderful. Since I've been home I've been ridiculously productive. Thanks to lots of help and encouragement from the momma, I finally tackled the kitchen cabinets. Unfortunately that project started about three weeks ago (actually 5 months ago if you want to be technical) and there is still no final product to take an cool picture of. But seriously, I will totally finish this weekend and then I'll put up a picture of how cool it looks!

I did however finish sodding my yard last weekend. That was a ridiculous project. The guy at the sod yard said, "it's the most untechnical home improvement project you can do...it's easier than tiling or carpeting". So naturally I think, "oh this will be easy. I'll finish up in the morning and be drinking Boone's Farm on my lawn by noon".

Here's what my lawn looked like after I rototilled 4 cubic yards of shit into it...


And this is my lawn arriving...



Holy crap, I'm an idiot. Never have I done anything so exhausting in my life. (that may be a small exaggeration) It took me about eleven hours to do the whole job. Every muscle in my entire body was in pain that night. I really should have dropped the $250 bucks the sod folks asked for to install the stuff. I'm such a cheap ass.

At this point in the project I still think I'm going to be done by lunch...


But here it is all installed... the sun is actually setting at this point.


Chicken is freaked out by it, she avoids walking on it. She'd still rather lay in the dirt along the edges or on the patio.

Keep your fingers crossed that it won't die on me!!

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Happy Mother's Day to Me!!

hehehehe, just kidding. But really, this year I'm celebrating my new status of motherhood thanks to the Chicken in my life. Last night she got sick and I was really worried about her. She wanted to sleep in the corner of my room so I made a little pallet on the floor and slept next to my sick baby all night. I think that qualifies me as a mommy!

But in serious, it is Moma's Day and frankly the celebration belongs to the crazy lady that's put up with my crap for 27 (yikes) years. Happy Moma's Day Momacita-bugita!!

Mother's Day

It seems especially appropriate that we should reflect on the original meaning of Mother's Day this year...

Original Proclamation of Mother's Day
By Julia Ward Howe, 1870

Arise then...women of this day!
Arise, all women who have hearts!
Whether your baptism be of water or of tears!
Say firmly:
"We will not have questions answered by irrelevant agencies,
Our husbands will not come to us, reeking with carnage,
For caresses and applause.
Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn
All that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.
We, the women of one country,
Will be too tender of those of another country
To allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs."


From the voice of a devastated Earth a voice goes up with
Our own. It says: "Disarm! Disarm!
The sword of murder is not the balance of justice."
Blood does not wipe our dishonor,
Nor violence indicate possession.
As men have often forsaken the plough and the anvil
At the summons of war,
Let women now leave all that may be left of home
For a great and earnest day of counsel.

Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead.
Let them solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means
Whereby the great human family can live in peace...

Each bearing after his own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar,
But of God -
In the name of womanhood and humanity, I earnestly ask
That a general congress of women without limit of nationality,
May be appointed and held at someplace deemed most convenient
And the earliest period consistent with its objects,
To promote the alliance of the different nationalities,
The amicable settlement of international questions,
The great and general interests of peace.

Monday, May 5, 2008

Memorial

T/5 Russel F. Byington, USA
SGT Roland H. Engwall, USA
CSM Jonathan M. Lankford, USA
SSG Joshua P. Mattero, USA
SSgt William J. Callahan, USMC
SSgt Dustin M. Gould, USMC
Sgt Shawn P. Martin, USMC
Sgt Michael E. Tayaotao, USMC
SSgt Stephen J. Wilson, USMC
SSgt Peter Woodall, USMC
EOD2 Curtis R. Hall, USN
EODC Gregory J. Billiter, USN
EOD1 Joseph A. McSween, USN
EODC Patrick L. Wade, USN
EOD1 Jeffrey L. Chaney, USN
EOD1 Kevin R. Bewley, USN
SrA William N. Newman, USAF


This weekend we added 17 names to the EOD Memorial wall in Florida. The ceremony was beautiful. I don't really know what to write about it because there's nothing I can say to really capture everything that was going on. It's been more than a year now but it still hurts the same as it did on the sixth of April. I was so blessed to finally have a chance to grieve with his family though. I love them so much. I wish that I could be more articulate about the whole experience but it's still too sad to try to put into words.


I took these photos the day after the memorial. Before I flew out, I drove out to the school house so I could have a last quiet look at the memorial and try to sort my feelings out. When I arrived I was alone for about thirty minutes. I reflected on all of my friends whose names now reside on that wall and the moments of memories I have of them. The memorial is our place of honor and rememberance. To see those names on the wall was the final statement that they really are gone. While I was there a couple showed up and took a pencil rubbing of a name that was added to the army tablet. Then another guy showed up and stood by me infront of the navy tablet. He stood looking at it and then stepped forward to reach for a name. He ran his finger over Curt's name as though to wipe away any dust, but really more to verify that his name was actually on this wall.

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