Phase one of my husband's first deployment is already in order. My husband is in Mojave right now learning more badassness while I sit at home, go to school, and take care of the final stages to put our plans in motion.
I'm not really sure how I WANT to feel about all of it right now but a certain song has come into my life again. I'd heard it before but not like the way I heard it this time around. It had developed new meaning for me. If you're wondering what that new song is, here it goes.
This is all out of my hands. I've finally come to terms that sometimes, like right now, I have to trust that all the decisions he and I have made up to this point have led us here. I have to trust that "here" is a good place to be. I need to breathe in, breathe out, and just let go...
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
That Old Memorable House
There once was a house. This was not just any ordinary house. The house had a name, it had a life, but most of all, it had a story. Little children who were lucky enough to grow up in this house learned all too often that it was actually a home.
The heaters would blast gusts of soul-warming air when you sat next to them in the morning of a cold, harsh winter. And in the heat of the summer, when you stood below the air conditioner, it would cool off the sweat that had wet your hair from chasing lightning bugs for clear mason jars.
There were little nooks and crannies where those looking for shelter from preying brothers or sisters could hide.
The roof - although “off limits” - was steep in most parts but had lots of peaks where you could grip your toes on the grainy, gritty, grey shingles and stare at the night sky. You would have to tiptoe when you went on the roof so as not to wake your parents, but it was worth it.
Just outside the back door was a wonderland of grass and a tree that you could climb. The side of the house adorned a green hose that would keep you cool in the summer time when you didn’t feel like swimming. It would also provide lots of laughs when you tried to give the dog water with it.
The pool was above ground. Its lumpy bottom would gather little spots of algae that you would help your mother scrape off with your toes because the vacuum couldn’t reach it. We built a deck around that pool. It was 3 story’s...just like our home.
The horseshoe pits were the symbol of my father’s Sunday morning games. A thing he would treat himself to for a hard week’s work. You would often wake to that sound of metal clanking metal and laughter in the backyard.
Saturday mornings were reserved for cartoons and homemade breakfasts. Most times, my father would sit on this little stool and cook up bacon, eggs, French toast, and some of the best toast you have ever had in your life. I miss the waking up to the smell of his cooking. Occasionally, he would buy towers of cereal and stack them up on the kitchen table for you to wake up to. He would write little notes on the boxes that would make you laugh in the morning. Like little quotes coming from the mouths of the children on a box of Cinnamon Life cereal. Or maybe there would be a tear in the box and he would point an arrow to it suggesting that my one year old brother had opened it. He would come home and call us his “little gargoyles”.
My mother would spend late nights making our lunches for the next day. Sometimes, she would have to wake up early to make them because she had been too tired the night before. Around Easter, you would consistently find hardboiled egg sandwiches in the brown paper bag. Most times, you would be the envy of all the class with the goodies she would pack for you.
I often miss this place I once called home.
I don’t know why it had to go away.
The heaters would blast gusts of soul-warming air when you sat next to them in the morning of a cold, harsh winter. And in the heat of the summer, when you stood below the air conditioner, it would cool off the sweat that had wet your hair from chasing lightning bugs for clear mason jars.
There were little nooks and crannies where those looking for shelter from preying brothers or sisters could hide.
The roof - although “off limits” - was steep in most parts but had lots of peaks where you could grip your toes on the grainy, gritty, grey shingles and stare at the night sky. You would have to tiptoe when you went on the roof so as not to wake your parents, but it was worth it.
Just outside the back door was a wonderland of grass and a tree that you could climb. The side of the house adorned a green hose that would keep you cool in the summer time when you didn’t feel like swimming. It would also provide lots of laughs when you tried to give the dog water with it.
The pool was above ground. Its lumpy bottom would gather little spots of algae that you would help your mother scrape off with your toes because the vacuum couldn’t reach it. We built a deck around that pool. It was 3 story’s...just like our home.
The horseshoe pits were the symbol of my father’s Sunday morning games. A thing he would treat himself to for a hard week’s work. You would often wake to that sound of metal clanking metal and laughter in the backyard.
Saturday mornings were reserved for cartoons and homemade breakfasts. Most times, my father would sit on this little stool and cook up bacon, eggs, French toast, and some of the best toast you have ever had in your life. I miss the waking up to the smell of his cooking. Occasionally, he would buy towers of cereal and stack them up on the kitchen table for you to wake up to. He would write little notes on the boxes that would make you laugh in the morning. Like little quotes coming from the mouths of the children on a box of Cinnamon Life cereal. Or maybe there would be a tear in the box and he would point an arrow to it suggesting that my one year old brother had opened it. He would come home and call us his “little gargoyles”.
My mother would spend late nights making our lunches for the next day. Sometimes, she would have to wake up early to make them because she had been too tired the night before. Around Easter, you would consistently find hardboiled egg sandwiches in the brown paper bag. Most times, you would be the envy of all the class with the goodies she would pack for you.
I often miss this place I once called home.
I don’t know why it had to go away.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Extra! Extra! RSS All About It
You may have noticed that little orange icon at the top of a web page or bottom of an article before, but if your're among the majority, like me, you've probably never subscribed. So just what is RSS anyhow?
The word is actually an acronym that stands for 'Real Simple Syndication' ... No Really. And it really is pretty straightfoward and well, Simple.
Using a built in (via IE7) or standalone reader/aggregator, a subscriber chooses what updates they will receive from various sources throughout the web. If that still sounds a little confusing, think of social network sites ie. Facebook, Twitter, MySpace, basically they work the same way. A subscriber/user (you) chooses what information (posts) they will receive from where (family, friends, associates, etc.). Basically, you pick the people whose content you want to read. And that's RSS in a nutshell.
It works like this:
1. Choose a standalone aggregator and install it on your PC. Some of the most popular are below, but there are a plethora of others out there. This RSS feeder will really help save time! Imagine being able to check your favorite peoples blogs, twitters, facebooks and even your favorite news sources in ONE spot. Check these out. I've listed my personal RSS choice.
http://feedreader.com/
http://www.newsgator.com/
http://rssbandit.org/
or my personal favorite: http://www.esobi.com/
2. Whenever you see the
icon, click it and it should link to an RSS feedthat you can subscribe to via your RSS client.
The basic process is as follows:
-Copy the URL in the address bar for the RSS feed you want.
-Paste it into the “Add Feed…” or “New Feed…” dialog of the RSS
feed reader of your choice.
-Optionally, choose to refresh or continue/discontinue subscribing
to the feed.
3. It's that simple. All the news from your favorite sites will
collect in your reader for you to read at your leisure.
So what are the benefits?
- Streamlined communication between publishers and readers.
- You get to opt-in or opt-out of whatever things you like to read. If you like what you see, then "subscribe". If you don't like reading someones content anymore, then opt-out!
- Save time by only going to ONE site instead of several. For example: if you visit twitter, several blogs, cnn.com, and a recipe site every day, then obtaining an RSS client (like www.esobi.com) will help you view all those sites at once! I even use my esobi to help me keep up on the newest real estate laws. It helps me to stay on top of my career.
- A supplemental communication method that does not burden the publisher with maintaining lists or following strict privacy guidelines. RSS feeds are compiled according to the user's choices, removing any burden that is placed on publishers of email newsletters. Publishers no longer need to be concerned with spam, privacy policies, and age guidelines.
- Publishers using RSS are able to create keyword-rich content, establishing trust, reputation, and communication with current and prospective customers.
Why am I telling you all about this? Well, at the bottom is an RSS feed, here's your chance to test out your new knowledge and subscribe to my blog!
Saturday, May 22, 2010
{insert catchy first blog title here}
I have attempted to blog many o times. In my attempts, I typically end up with this beginning blog entry and then some lost passwords, etc. I’m told that any good blog needs a topic. Well, I haven’t found mine. I can tell you that there are several things that interest me so they will be discussed here.
1. I am crafty. I presume there might be some blogs about the random projects I’m working on.
2. Two. I am cheap. I like to cut corners and save money where I can. I assume I will share these tips with you.
3. I am domesticating myself. I will share tips and love those that you might be able to share with me.
4. By domesticating I don’t mean like an animal. I mean, I am teaching myself to cook, clean and be a housewife.
5. I’m a dreamer with goals. I take chances and follow dreams. I’ve been told its inspiring. Sometimes, however, I need inspiration.
6. There is no six, its just my favorite number =)
7. I’m opinionated, I like to try new things, so I might review them.
So there you have it kids. My random topics and I’m sure there will be more. Let me explain by saying I am a Gemini. I’m dreadful at focusing on just one thing!
My husband, the most wonderful man in this world, is a Marine. I am going to school for Real Estate. Formerly, I was a massage therapist. Nobody ever tells you this, but when you’re going to school for massage therapy if you’re planning on doing it full time, the average career span of a therapist is 3 years before you get burned out. I got frozen shoulder around 2.5 years. I guess the moral of that story is tip your therapist.
If you see something on my list of topics that you think would be a great thing to focus on, let me know! I can try and post more like it. For now though, it is bed time for me. A blog explaining how to subscribe to this specific blog is coming up next! G’Night!
1. I am crafty. I presume there might be some blogs about the random projects I’m working on.
2. Two. I am cheap. I like to cut corners and save money where I can. I assume I will share these tips with you.
3. I am domesticating myself. I will share tips and love those that you might be able to share with me.
4. By domesticating I don’t mean like an animal. I mean, I am teaching myself to cook, clean and be a housewife.
5. I’m a dreamer with goals. I take chances and follow dreams. I’ve been told its inspiring. Sometimes, however, I need inspiration.
6. There is no six, its just my favorite number =)
7. I’m opinionated, I like to try new things, so I might review them.
So there you have it kids. My random topics and I’m sure there will be more. Let me explain by saying I am a Gemini. I’m dreadful at focusing on just one thing!
My husband, the most wonderful man in this world, is a Marine. I am going to school for Real Estate. Formerly, I was a massage therapist. Nobody ever tells you this, but when you’re going to school for massage therapy if you’re planning on doing it full time, the average career span of a therapist is 3 years before you get burned out. I got frozen shoulder around 2.5 years. I guess the moral of that story is tip your therapist.
If you see something on my list of topics that you think would be a great thing to focus on, let me know! I can try and post more like it. For now though, it is bed time for me. A blog explaining how to subscribe to this specific blog is coming up next! G’Night!
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