The Island in the Desert

May 5, 2008

Sometimes, it’s just what you need.

We are stationed in a very remote place–here in the United States, no less. But you still could probably use a passport to get here. : )

Life in Texas was very good to us, even with two deployments in four years, training time, blah, blah, blah, good neighborhood, great friends, phenomenal parish and our tireless shepherd, Father Richard.

Even so, we are tired, tired people, desperately needing a break from the deployment-go-round. Our last duty station has about the *worst* hospital system in the entire military and we are very excited about the hospital here (its excellent reputation precedes it) and being able to actually get an appointment when we need to be seen.

Hub’s work schedule is set in stone through 2010–a luxury that we’ve never had in sixteen years of military life. I’m still processing the idea that we’ll actually get to plan family time…vacations…VACATIONS?!… And I’m sure there’s other stuff people do with time off, but we’ve never really had any, so we’ll just have to figure that one out as we go along.

Checking out the flyers in the hallway of the hotel here, it looks like there will be plenty to keep Boyville humming right along. A “Smart Start” camp for Fireball; British Soccer Camp for Middlin; Grappling for Firstie (anyone know anything about Grappling? I guess I’d better google it…)

Tess The Newf is still in Puppy Jail, and we miss her terribly, although we do go at least once a day to visit and take her for a walk. That’s a real high point in our day when we can play with the Kid. Hopefully, we’ll be able to move into Temporary Housing this week and be able to bring her in with us. Not sure on that one, but we’ll see.

Starting up the business is proving interesting so far, but I have the first piece of this mysterious puzzle figured out. Now, if I could only get the rest of the pieces to fall nicely into place, I can actually start working on the orders that my kind friends and clients have placed. Getting very itchy pliers, too–they’re ready to start winding up a sterling and bronze storm! :)


MOOSHEDest

April 28, 2008

here safe and sound in california. will post all the details this week…

somewhat concerned about punctuation and grammar but not enough to really do anything about it.


MOOSHEDer

April 27, 2008

three days down one to go and i don’t give a hoot about punctuation


MOOSH

April 26, 2008

I like that word, “moosh”.  It describes my brain to a T.  “T” is also for thankful, which is what I am.  We are now half-way to California.

I got some amazing pictures of the windmills along our route today, but the whole “moosh” factor…I’m just too tired to post them.

Tomorrow we’ll go to to Mass (a zillion parishes here; it shouldn’t be a problem), cross another border and enjoy the shorter day of driving.

I hope that you’re all well; it’s so far, so good here.


How Do You Go Without Leaving?

April 25, 2008

That’s what I want to know. I want to go to our next duty station because I love a good adventure; but at the same time, I don’t want to leave our wonderful life that we’ve lived in Texas.

Our life is so different now! Let me count the ways:

- Fireball is four years old; I was pregnant with him when we moved to Texas;

- When we moved to Texas five years ago, I was mom to five, and leave as mom of seven (!);

- We’ll be starting our third year of homeschooling this summer (wow!);

- We love our Catholic faith (we were a little…casual…in years past);

- I’m almost the mother of a TEENAGER! Wow, what fun! I love teenagers!!!

- I never would have imagined that I would have a wonderful, deeply fulfilling and very successful business (all praise and thanks to Holy God, as Father Richard would say), but I do!;

- We’re leaving here, having done two full (very full!) deployments in the space of four years–not counting time gone for training;

- My cup overfloweth with the most amazing circle of good and Godly friends any girl could ever hope to have. (sigh)

The act of picking up your life and moving it creates an inescapable vacuum from which there is no escape. In other words, it sucks.

Sorry for the low-brow; I’m so tired, I can’t really find another word to describe it. “It’s hard” doesn’t quite articulate the sorrow (not that “moving s*cks” could ever be mistaken for articulate). But at the same time, I know that only good things are ahead. I absolutely believe the Lord when He said through Jeremiah that His plans are only to prosper us.

Gotta stop defining God’s ways by what we think prosperity is. I believe that the prosperity in the Mind of God has nothing to do with a balance sheet or worldly opinions; I think it’s all about the ultimate prosperity: Heaven. And if I have to go live in the desert for four years to get closer to that, well, you know, So Be It.

I will go, joyfully.


Goofing Off

April 17, 2008

What do you do for fun when your life is all packed up in boxes?

Ready? Set?

GO!

Sometimes, baby, you just gotta fly!

And don’t forget to show off your genetic ability to roll your tongue…

Nevermind being totally goofy… :-)

And this one is for Nana C, who doesn’t believe that Firstie and Middlin are really that big!

Surprise!


boxes! Boxes! BOXES!

April 14, 2008

…and I’m supposed to have our house ready for the packers, bright and early Wednesday morning?

In the words of Bill Cosby, “RIGHT!”

Look at Fireball: he’s got no clue about what it means to move, poor bubbie.

Ask me whether or not I freaked out when Moving Guy started to take the Sacred Heart & Immaculate Heart down off the wall.  YES, I had a little moment. Sorry, world.  O: /


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