Memorial Day....and my Soldier

As a mom to a soldier that is over in Iraq right now this holiday means even more to me then it ever has before. Its important for us to remember the sacrifice that these men and women make when they decide to become a soldier. Today is to honor those that have fallen and have paid the ultimate price for us to have our freedom. But at the same time its important for us to remember all those that are away from their families doing what is asked of them from our government in order for us to have the freedom we have each and every day.

When my son told me over 3 years ago, when he was a freshman in college, he was going to join the National Guard I was shocked and anything but thrilled about this decision and when he got the call last August that he would be taken from his unit and put in another one so he could deploy in November of this last year I was even less thrilled. And as the holidays and family times have come and gone the last few months and I had to spend them without him...its made me realize that the sacrifice my son along with so many others have made is amazing. I have so much respect and admiration for what my son is doing...I couldnt be any more proud of him then I am right now.

Of course it doesnt make it any easier on me when he calls me to tell me that he had an accident and then I see the damage that was done to his beautiful face.


He is ok......some equipment decided to pop off the truck and it happened just after he took his head gear off.....of course it would happen then....great timing!!!


At any rate today whether you spend the day BBQ'ing, or at the pool, or just relaxing and enjoying your time off work, don't forget to remember those who gave their lives for this great nation, and those that are away from their families still fighting for our freedom.


In the words of Lee Greenwood:
And I'm proud to be an American, where at least I know I'm free. And I won't forget the men who died, who gave that right to me.


And to my son, Kody.....I love you with all my heart and I miss you every single day but I couldnt be more proud of you and the man that you have become...you will always and forever be my hero!

Help for the Tornado Victims

I was just talking to someone this morning about how when disaster struck Haiti and Japan that almost instantly we started seeing commercials for numbers to call or text to donate money even on the yahoo page we could donate money....but with all the disasters that's happened in the last few weeks right here in the United States...where are the commercials giving us information on ways to donate money...wheres our running tab at the top of the yahoo page showing us the money that's been raised for the victims????? Yeah I didn't see it either!!!!

I did find this while I was on one of the sights I sale things on and thought I would do a post to pass it on to you if you are interested...its a way for us to donate money for the victims of the tornadoes.
http://www.globalgiving.org/projects/victims-of-the-tornadoes-fund/
always remember that every dollar counts so even if you can't give much whatever you can give will be very beneficial.

You can also always make a donation through the red cross website at any time
http://american.redcross.org/site/PageServer?pagename=ntld_main&s_src=RSG000000000&s_subsrc=RCO_Donate_OnlineGiving

Music 4 Monday

Well...I dont know about you...but Im still here after this week-end.....so thats my pick for todays music 4 monday............enjoy

He's a TEENAGER!!!!

Welcome to the world of teens Devin... I hope that you stay that kind, funny, sensitive, beautiful, loving little boy that means everything to me! Always remember that everything I do in this life, I do for you, and your brothers. We are about to embark on a journey together that your older brothers and I have traveled already. And just like I did with them, I'm going to have to let you go little by little as the years go by. But always know that you are one of best things to ever happen to me, and in between those inevitable eyerolls that will be coming my way....I will always love you with all of my heart!!

Seems like the time has just flown by and during that time my baby has grown up and today you have hit the next stage of your life...you are now a TEENAGER!!! Since you are the youngest of three boys I know what to expect ....you know the things like attitudes...and girls...and hormones....and attitudes.....and zits....and non-stop eating ..and attitudes....hehe But regardless of it all I am looking forward to watching you grow into the man you was born to be...year by year!!


HAPPY 13th BIRTHDAY DEVIN!!!!





~LOVE YOU BUNCHES, MOM~

Something Positive.......

Music 4 Monday

I have come to the terms that I am suffering through a mild case of depression....alot has been happening in my life and though I have ALWAYS been the strong one , all of the sudden I find myself feeling weak and broken down. I really do not like this feeling at all. I do know that some of my depression comes from my son leaving and going to Iraq...this has not been easy on me at all. Its actually really really hard...I miss him more then I ever imagined I would..and trust me I imagined I would REALLY miss him!!!! So I do know that does play a big part on why Im feeling the way I am.
Another part of it comes from finding out someone that I love dearly is not the person I thought they were. I had this eye opening experience after having them live with me for about 8 months...this was not a very good experience and it allowed me to see the REAL side of them and its been a hard thing for me to swallow....because Im not really liking that side of them...and in a way I feel let down, which in turn is also a part of why Im feeling depressed.
It sucks because I try to go about my days as if there is nothing wrong and then inside I feel almost mad because Im faking these feelings...and I feel like everyone around me is fine...because as long as Im fine (or they can pretend I am) then all is good. Like I said I have always had to be the shoulder to cry on....the one to turn to for advice....the one to lift others up when they are down and now it feels like when Im really in need of that from others....no one knows what to do....so its just easier for them to pretend everything is ok with me....so I play along. I put on my so called happy face for everyone to see....while Im crying on the inside.

Just walk away........

Someday

why women are crabby

We started to 'bud' in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find that anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurt so bad it brought us to tears.. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training bra contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had calluses on our backs.




Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we got the hormone crankies, had to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.



Our next little rite of passage was having sex for the first time which was about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.



Then it was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we didn't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learned to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we were preparing to have Rosemary's Baby.



Our once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a whole watermelon and we pee'd our pants every time we sneezed. When the big moment arrived, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning in pain all the way to the ER.



Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, 'Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar. Calm down and push. 'Just one more good push' (more like 10), warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the
%$#*@*#!* hubby and doctor square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10 pound bowling ball through a keyhole.



After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find that when all that 'cute' wears off, the beautiful little darlings morphed into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.

Then come their 'Teen Years.' Need I say more?

When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our early 40's - while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday.

So we progress into the grand finale: 'The Menopause,' the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned 'buds' or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or sweat like a hog in December, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves.

Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men, when men get off so easy, INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks..

So while I love being a woman, 'Womanhood' would make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby. You think women are the 'weaker sex?' Yeah right. Bite me.