Another two bite the dust

Well in addition to this blogs one year anniversary I also just got a CNN newsflash that two of Saddam's henchmen (1 1/2 brother) had their neck tie party tonight. Well, too bad, so sad. We all have to die sometime I guess but I doubt they but much thought into the deaths of all the people they ordered; you know like putting people feet first while alive into a wood chipper, gassing innocent men, women and babies just because they were Kurds-kind of like Hitler, the thugs uday and qusay who would rape women and then have them eaten by their doberman pinchers. Yeah, real nice people and we should all shed a tear for these idiots. I don't think so.
I wish anti-war people would go and live in Iran and Cuba and get out of here. I really hate these fools and sorry we have to suffer them and their condescension. They would make Lady Catherine De Burgh look like nothing.
Somewhat interesting news. Donna is trying to get our house on "Sell This Hous". That would be great but not getting my hopes too high up. I would like to sell the house though sooner rather than later.
Well, till tomorrow then

Tomorrow is this blogs birthday!

Well, I've not been as faithful as I should have been. The parents are gone now so perhaps I can be. Tomorrow this blog will celebrate it's first birthday. Hubby will be away for exactly one year. Time flies even if you're not having fun!
till tomorrow then!

Georgia on my mind

Georgia has been on my mind because I can't wait to get there. I dreaded moving to GA when I first married but hated to leave when we left. I am excited about going back there. I really liked Georgia a lot. I know it will be a bit different when we go back because 1) we're not newlyweds anymore, 2)( we have two keiki, 3) we're not at Fort Stewart. But that's okay, as long as we're together that will be okay.
Folks are headed back to FL as we speak so will have more time to devout to the blog.
Till tomorrow then.

Just a quick Happy New Year, much late

Aloha 2007 & may it be the last I spend in HI.

Well Saddam had his necktie party tonight

Well it's early Saturday morning in Baghdad and Saddam had his necktie party a bit ago. Now I have on the Travel Channel and they're yapping about Big Foot being in OK. OK, yeah, he's there. Waiting for Most Haunted to come on. Shuld be interesting. Well, Mom doesn't like what I say on the blog because I rat out Schererville for the creepy place it was or maybe still is for that matter and all the idiots who lived or still live there but that's okay, I am allowed to hate the place even though my Mom says it's not her fault that I didn't have any friends there growing up. Anyway, that's not exactly true, I had friends in high school.

So this is Christmas, why doesn't it feel like it

Well actually today is the 26th but either way it never much felt like Christmas this year. Maybe because I didn't have a nativity out. I don't know. I enjoy the company but not sure they do because of the kids. I think it's a bit overwhelming for everyone. Michael is out and about I guess. He had hoped to call but guess he wasn't able too. I see where Saddam will be at a necktie party within the next 30 days, perhaps as soon as tomorrow. I hope that they behave themselves but doubt they will. Just want hubby to be safe. I don't know, saw someone on tv saying no one in this country unless you have a loved one there is sacraficing. That is so true. Wish everyone had to ration or something. But alas they don't. Tomorrow I get my hair highlighted and my feet done. Till tomorrow then.

They also serve, those who stand and wait

Everyday I don't get a knock at the door is a good day. But at the same time I am tired of being by myself. I am always Thanking God whenever I do hear from Michael. I am proud of him and what he is doing and me too for taking care of these wonderful children but I can't but help think about Pinky's family and this Holiday Season. I just feel so bad about him. It's like Moira, I don't know if I will ever really get over his being gone too. I didn't really know him that well but he was one of those rare people who you meet and stick with you forever for some reason. I think about Moira and all that was lost with her too. I just hate that she is burried at St. Michael's. It's the last place she would want to be. But Mrs. DeRosa is with her so I guess it's okay. But anyone who would put me at St. Michael's would rue the day. I hate that place.
till tomorrow then.

I once read where Sunday was the most depressing day of the week.

I could understand that when I was working from that perspective as I usually dreaded returning to Cox High School on Monday mornings. But now for me it is because there is nothing for me to do. I can clean (when I am not sick like I am now), do laundry, make my weekly phone calls, etc. However, I am bored out of my gourd. I guess I may be feeling better but I just want to get out. I don't know what I want to do, I just want to get out. I haven't been taking my "happy pills" since I was sick & today I find myself very sad, depresses and teary. I guess it's close to my period too. But I keep thinking that this time last month my hubby was home and now he's back in Iraq. I am so fed up with hearing about what this group wants to do in Iraq & what that group wants to do. Blah, blah, blah. You know let the military do their damn jobs and quite the whinning about all this perephrial (sp?) crap. I am sick of this dirty house, I am sick of laundry, I am sick of the whining of the kids sometimes. I guess I should take my happy pills again. I'm sick of celebs and their assanine lives. I don't know, I am tired and I am stressed out and I am ready for this year to be over.

So, it's Saturday again

Well, today is Saturday. I was too sick to go to church and don't know that I'll be able to go tomorrow. I was reading last night in TD online & there was a letter to the editor about why Laura Bush isn't taking the role of Eleanor Roosevelt in going out and about. However, Eleanor had to do the leg work for her husband. I feel sorry for Eleanor as she didn't have a happy life, personally, although she did do a lot. But where was Hillary in Bosnia?, Lady Bird in Viet Nam?, Mamie in Korea?, well you get the point. She may be doing more than what we know. I guess they had some children of deployed service personnel at the White House. Why weren't my kids invited. If you're going to invite some, invite them all. I want my precious children to be at the White House.
I am worried about what is going on in Iraq. I think that things are going from bad to worse and I can not fathom why the hatred for Bush has made this war so unpopular. I don't know if we're doing the right thing, I think we are & I think Michael does too. I cannot understand though the reason why the most utter incompetent people are in higher rank. I think his LTC is a jackass and I think it was incumbent upon his idiot wife to have put together an FRG even if it wasn't required. If it was me, I would have done it. Not at all pleased with the 25th ID and when Schofield Barracks is in our rear view mirror for the last time, well, I won't shed any tears. I will miss our home but I won't miss the buffonery that is Schofield Barracks, HI.

Yes, today was a Holy Day

Well, I missed another Holy Day & if I don't feel better I won't be at church tomorrow either. I felt better for about 3 hours this afternoon after sleeping two hours today. But by the time my mom called back I was back to feeling like crap. Our old neighbor, Mr. Gurchek (sp?) died in November I guess. Mom was talking to his daughter Ginny. They were nice people. I am glad I don't live in Schererville, IN, anymore. I liked our house but hated Schererville. ICK, ICK, ICK. Although it wouldn't have been bad to get married at St. Michael's so that everyone in the town could see me go under the Sabres. I am such a bitch. But I hated that place and have no qualms telling anyone who asks.
I have to seriously get healthy & lose some weight.
Till tomorrow then.

Is tomorrow a Holy Day?

I am still sick but was wondering if tomorrow is a Holy Day? I believe it is-the Immaculate Conception Feast Day. I wonder if it's a required day. I am still sick but will search on tv for Mass tomorrow.
I got to talk and chat with hubby. Yea!

Still sick as a dog

I've been really sick for almost a week. Hacking cough, fever, no energy. Finally have an appt. tomorrow.

It's Monday the fourth

Over the weekend was our sixth anniversary. I miss my husband so. He sent me a beautiful necklace and earrings. I wish we could have been together.

Soon it will be December 1st.

It's already the end of Hurricane season in the EST zone. You know I enjoyed our wedding so much that I wish it was 6 years ago again. Everyone would be there and alive. That was the probably the happiest day of my life because I knew Michael would show up because we were already married & I got to ride in a Rolls Royce Phantom V. Besides it's the only day in your life we're you're Queen for the day. Now Aunt Sissie & Mark are gone & I've lost touch with so many people who were there that I really liked. Michael is in Iraq on a mission doing what it is he does. I have clothes to fold. TIll tomorrow then.

Such decisions to make

I can't decide whether or not I want to take John down to Ala Moana to ride the choo choo train & do a little shopping (for candles and all to stage the house) & just get out or just go to Pearl Ridge. Monday I am getting my hair cut & can run down to Home Depot then without John in tow. I don't know. Hubby will be out of contact again this weekend.
till tomorrow then

Someday soon we all will be together, if the fates allow.

It's not even December yet and they're already playing "Charlie Brown's Christmas" so I watched NCIS instead.
I was thinking today that I have been pretty lucky because this is the first Christmas that Michael & I will be apart. I keep thinking about that song, "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas" from "Meet Me in St. Louis". That song came out during WW2-Come next year all our troubles will be out of sight. I sure hope so, I sure hope our troubles as far as selling the house, Michael coming home safely (most importantly) is a distant memory this time next year. I think about Pinky & his family & all that was lost with him. CNN had on these asswipe deserters who are up in Canada & they're whinning. I mean they should all be shot at dawn. Unlike before, they volunteered-they were not drafted. What would George Washington say aboout the Army today where deserters like these are featured as heroes and those who do their duty are bums. Washington used to shoot deserters, so didn't Robert E Lee.
It's 10 in the morning in Iraq & Michael hasn't been on yet. I think he's been having internet problems maybe that is why. I always worry.
Till whenever then

Sunday morning coming down actually it's evening but who cares?

Well, I am still in a funk that I can't escape from. I would no doubt be in a funk anyway because this is our anniversary week and this is the first time the dates have lined up with the days we were married. I thought I was fat then I wish I was that fat now. I think about all the changes in our lives in 6 years-when I look at our wedding pictures I see two happy people who have no cares in the world. However when I look at us today I see the stress of everything we have been through together. I think we've done well though through it all. I still feel so overwhelmed about Michael & wanting him to hurry home. I just get afraid even though I try to stay away from the news. I see where the King of Jordan is even worried about bigger problems in the middle east. I know my husband believes in his mission and so must I. I know once he gets home my stress level will drop tremendously then I can work on losing weight. Thank God I go to the gym or God knows how much I'd weigh. I have to paint the trim tomorrow if it doesn't rain. I guess if it does I will work some more on the interior of the house. Taking those damned plastic boxes out to the garage.
Till tomorrow then.

Saturday night, High and Dry

It's Saturday night of a very strange and sad week. Just like when Michael first left, it is taking it's toll on me. The time is dragging (in my view) and I am just so overwhelmed with everything with the house and with Pinky's passing & worried about Michael all the time. John was out of control today but he really needed a nap. Mary Catherine was her usual angelic self. I think I am going to take her out of school one day and just take her shopping with me. I hope that she enjoys it. I miss having my little girl around.
I really, really, really, really miss my husband.
I need to add some pictures to this blog. I also need to take the kids picture tomorrow to make the Christmas card from.
till weehnever then.

It's Thanksgiving!

Well, today is Thanksgiving & my thoughts fly back to 6 years ago when all the dates lined up to what they are this year. I was thinking about going to the Chow Hall and seeing my husband serving with the other Officers Thanksgiving to the Soldiers and their families. Pinky was serving & the new commander LTC Rutter. I remember that Wendy Polsgrove was po'd because I was yapping with him about concerts. I think he was about my age anyway-I guess one of the draw backs to being older than my husband. I also had a miscarriage that weekend without knowing I was pregnant. I remember we hurried down to Savannah to buy Michael a suit for the rehersal dinner. I cannot believe that two people who attended that wedding are no longer with us. Aunt Sissie & Pinky. When I think about Pinky I think he's the type of guy I would have wanted Moira to meet. They would have been perfect for each other. I am also reflecting on all I knew who are no longer with us, those whose time was cut too short. Yes, I think about my Grandparents but they were born in the 1800's & I didn't even know my mother's father. The people I think about who's lives were cut short, my cousin Prudy, Moira & Pinky-all of them under 33. However, at the same time I have to remember that in our Christian religion we believe that those who go before us are now with God and we're supposed to take comfort in that. I know Pinky died doing what he loved-serving God & his Country but Moira-that was a tragedy beyond belief and Prudy-she suffered so. So, tonight I am thankful that these people were part of my life and hope they are with God in his kingdom. I am also thankful for my parents who have alwalys loved me & my brother. I am thankful I found Michael as I feared there was no one for me out there. My life really began when I sent that email. I had a purpose in my life, someone to live for and someone to love who loved me back. I am thankful that through him I met his wonderful Grandparents & other relatives like his Aunt Mary & the other Glotfeltys. I am thankful for our special little angel, Mary Catherine. I regret I don't get to spend as much time with her as she needs me and I need her too. I am also thankful that we have adopted little John Paul Makana. It was during this time last year that we had to go to the courthouse to sign papers for him. He's truly our son and I know we both love him so. He's quite the little character with a winning personality. I hope that his life is never filled with regrets.
Until tomorrow then!

Still quite sad

Still quite sad about Pinky. It's hard to believe. I was watching our wedding videos and I still can't believe he is gone. I know Michael is upset as well. I'm just shocked and almost speechless about his death. God, why can't you strike down that watada asshole instead? I know not nice.
I did get to talk to hubby for a minute this morning. I wonder where he is at. It's Thanksgiving over there. I miss him so and pray for his safe return. I love Michael so.