Saturday, July 27, 2013

When Does Nothing Happen Around Here, Seriously?

I said I'd be back if anything happened, but July just sorta slipped away from me too. Not like  'a suntan oiled palm', as in my June post, exactly. More like a bottle rocket. But as July's go for me, it hasn't been all that bad.

I totally lost track of time but in the interim;

Littlest's was supposed to ship out August 19th, but none of her MOS's- (job choices)-had come up with an opening. So her ship date was moved back to-'we have no idea when'-but opening just came up in Asian Pacific Linguistics (that's all I'm allowed to tell you) and if she gets chosen for it she will be leaving for boot camp...we have no idea when.  It's going to be a surprise.
Possibly with up to a few days notice-YAY...
But that's ok because she bought these boots.

Middlest decided not to join the Navy but fell in love with an Army Man instead and had a very romantic whirlwind two weeks with him before he was sent to Germany for a year. YAY...sorta..

I don't have a picture of that but it involves looking Mooney eyed,  and because of time zones, staying up till all hours, just to say 'have a nice day',  and life or death timing accuracy for her work breaks to say,  'goodnight.'

Biggest called this morning. She said: Tell me if I'm crazy. It feels like my stomach is thumping.

Hee Hee : ) Because....

She recently had an ultrasound and ..and..we're getting a GRANDGIRL! YAY!!

And that's her foot. BABY TOES! :-D
On another note. During a dinner conversation the other day the girls complained that though I had posts that mentioned everyone, they hardly ever had a post of their own. Down at the bottom of the page, Dears, my labels will tell you that Littlest (accused of getting the most) has 25 Posts. Middlest has 28. Biggest has 15. But when I began this blog you were already a grown up and you actually have 16. The hardest post I ever wrote was about you and it was so hard I couldn't leave it on this blog. I put it on the other one. And I don't want you to read it. However, Mid is grown up now and Lit is leaving, and you are pregnant. I'm sure you'll be catching right up.

Stay tuned. Coming up next,  I will have another fascinating pictorial concerning what I was doing when I 'wasn't doing this.' We'll take a peek in my bedside table. Riveting stuff I tell you-Riveting.

: )

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Monday, July 1, 2013

In The Moment

I feel like I haven't written anything of substance in a long time. And I have no idea where my sense of humor went. I'm working on projects at work and traveling a lot and there's so much at home. I think it's because there is so much going on that I'm living very much, "in the moment", without time to think through a thought, much less flesh it out into a post. When I do have a spare moment, I very much need for my mind to be quiet right now, not trying to produce. There will always be tidbits and nonsense on my blog but I don't want that to be all there is. So I'm taking a couple weeks off. I doubt I'll be gone long. I'll be back as soon as I think of something...or something important happens...or I get know how I am.

For the moment, I wrote this a very long time ago. I posted it here a few years back, too.
I thought it would be appropriate because...'s happened again.

See You Soon : )

In To July

June has slipped
 through my fingers
A suntan oiled palm
Slipping out of my grasp
 to bask in sweat soaked July.
In haste to higher altitude
 this past, a time to remember
Held vaulted in film canisters
Waiting on my kitchen counter
 for lackluster rebirth
The summer child
notched in a doorframe
Two more to be etched
as milestones passed
After the Star Spangled evening.
I have yet to taste the salt
To gather the sun glittered
abandoned homes of sea life
To slowly drip a medieval castle
But I will do these things
Finish this heat induced scavenger hunt
The summer a shimmering runway I traverse
I fly at the end to Fall
Merely a mirage
As I crash land in the heat
Of my home town.
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