Life As A House - lifeasahouse

To a little blue-eyed, toe-headed, wild angel with an imagination that wouldn’t stop, Mackinac Island was what dreams were made of... at least for one little girl.  I’m just lucky enough to have the memories to cherish and recollect from time to time. You see in my childhood, summer wasn’t complete without a day trip to Mackinac Island.  It was a time when all senses were heightened and bolted into high gear, and there wouldn’t be a care in the world. The best part, it was always shared with my Dad.  

As you stepped foot onto the fat ferry that would take you from Mackinac City to the Island, you knew you were in for the ride of your life.  You could glance around and see smiles spewing chatter and giggles from all the families, and with the low roar of the ferry’s engine causing speeds enough to make you grip tightly unto the dark green vinyl seat, you’d begin to inhale the smells of the great Lake Huron until that brief uniqueness transcends into a comforting familiarity, the wind tousling your hair into nappy knots you wouldn’t get out for days but could care less about, and then that first glimpse of the island coming into full view, compounded by past memories in crystal clarity with the realization you, were just about to step off... into your very own dreamland. Only this was reality, and you were living it.  That my friend, was just the beginning.

From the moment your feet hit the historic old paved roads of Mackinac Island, you knew you had just arrived somewhere special, as if you stepped back into an enchanting time of glee.  Beyond the obvious of having to get there by ferry and being void of any automobiles; it’s the sights, the sounds, the enticing aroma of fudge being poured onto marble slabs, cut into perfect squares, then packaged neatly in crisp white paper and placed in a white box to be sealed with a gold foil sticker. The energy of Mackinac  is inexplicably majestic in myriad of ways.  The clickity clacking of horse shoes trotting along the narrow, always lively and bustling streets, become the soundtrack for the day, mixed with the occasional bell ringing from the bicycles zig-zagging intermittently. The beautiful horse drawn carriages with bright tassel trim that line the canopy seem to turn the ride around the island into a gala occasion.  As we listen to the sounds of horse shoes click-clacking in perfect harmony as they climb the hills we learn from the guide just how special those horse shoes really are. They were made for these horses originally and then as the story goes Walt Disney World wanted to the best and required the same shoes for their horses. But, all senses seem to mute temporarily as the Grand Hotel with all it’s glory and splendor comes into full view. It is pristine. It is grand.  It is perfect. It is a dream. With a pure white facade, perfect rows of our flag of glory, vivid red carpet that is replaced every year to remain the most beautiful  and pristine crimson you’ve ever set eyes on, bright white rocking chairs that line the grand porch with accents of bright yellow awnings and topped with a beautiful kelly green roof.  It’s perfect.  I would imagine  and dream of myself one day being on the same horse drawn carriage ride, only to be sharing it with my own Prince Charming; visions of being dressed to the hilt, perhaps playing some croquet on the lawn before taking in a sunset on the magnificent porch over looking the Lake, and with red geraniums as far as your eyes could see, and then dining in the magnificient ballroom with all the other lucky in love souls and dancing into the wee hours.  Ahhh... yes, to dream as a child is to imagine and create a world of your own.  To spend a day on Mackinac Island is to live that dream.  To recollect the cherished memories is a gift. 

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Summer Break is almost here!  Or should I say, my day of rest.  Tomorrow will be the official one week count down, and I can't wait!  I love summertime and the laid back feel of having no where to be, no schedules, and no alarm clock to set!  Yet, I know myself, and I'll still be up by 6:30 anyway.  I like to think of summer break (or any vacation break) as the resting period; the time your muscles need to repair themselves and re-build.

Getting ready for Layton's birthday party on Sunday.  I will be making his cake today, and picking up last minute things.  Taylor's baseball games have been running until after 10PM and it's been hard for the guys getting up in the morning.  Instead of their usual, 5:45-6:00 wake up, this morning they both woke up and asked to go back to bed until 7:00.  And that wasn't without a struggle! They both were begging to stay home.  I'm not sure who arranges these games or why they think it's OK for our boys to be out this late, but it's crazy.  Oh, and Tom slept through the alarm for the second Friday.  Which is totally unlike him... so I say TGIF and have a safe and wonderful weekend!

Tom just informed me, of the Warrior Ball in which we have to attend.  The reason for such short notice is that Tom obviously thought we could skip it!  But apparently the CO had something different in mind.  So, I have the tedious, but fun task of finding the perfect dress.

Oh my gosh!  I know. I know.  I have to stop journaling the details of my tween, for everyone to read--- at some point, just not yet.  This is really too funny, well at least to me it is.  

Well we knew the break up would come... I guess Spring Break was about all she could handle due to lack of face time. She may have forgotten why she asked him out to begin with.  So, Taylor walked in and said after about 15 minutes of everything else that went on today...with a smirk and kind of a laugh... "Well          broke up with me today, and it just happened to be the day I came back with my haircut".  I asked how it happened, and he chuckled and said, "word travels quickly in this school".  Well, yeah I bet it does, but what did she say exactly is what I wanted to know... Apparently all he could say was that              asked her out.  WOW!  Really?!!  That's it?  He didn't seem too upset, and in fact he was smiling and texting away silly messages to his buddy on his new phone. I think perhaps the phone helped take his mind off it... Then again, maybe his mind was never on it!

Spring Break came and went like a silver bullet!  I'm certain it didn't help that I was sick the majority, and the weather was less than Spring-y!  I heard some one say on Facebook Spring Break wasn't intended to be a break from Spring, but that's exactly what we got.  Thankfully we had a few fabulous sunny days to conclude the break, and the boys were able to get out and play.  

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I wish I could say I spent this Easter Sunday enjoying the beauty of Spring and all if it's splendor... but truth be told, I feel more miserable today than yesterday and the day before, and wonder if I've just coughed up the last part of my right lung. The good news being that over the past few days, my abs have received quite the work out, and remain laughably sore with each and every hack I produce... I did however force myself to go on a walk with the guys, and it was about all I could endure to just go down the street to the horses and back.  I think a combo cold/sinus/allergy induced stupor, is just about the most miserable existence one could endure, especially on Easter.  

So... We knew it was coming, just not sure when. I assumed I had a little while longer.  But, at a school that has less students K-5, than my graduating class... well, I guess there's not too much of a choice, and if the majority is doing it... why not???  Ok, that's not my thinking by the way.

WooHoo!!! Yes! It is the weekend!!  We had our happy hour over at a friends house last night and then went over to another friends and played some poker!  I of course didn't win. My odds aren't looking good for Vegas.  Although, we weren't playing for money, so I didn't lose either!  Yippee!!  

It's going to be a beautiful day today and warm-relatively speaking that is... and we are-let me change that...I am, up with the coffee brewing and about to tackle the yard, for a day of major Spring clean-up!  I'm getting the spring/summer itch and looking forward to spending lifeoutside. I tend to hibernate in the winter and I'm getting a bit restless.

Taylor has his first baseball practice of the season, this afternoon... our first year with the Little League.  And yours truly, again somehow... in the midst of a 3 minute conversation (over the phone) with the coach became team mom! What in the world? Why do I always get suckered into this stuff?!  Not that I don't enjoy it, I do... It's just I've never asked to do it and yet, I find myself in the position more often than not. I have to wonder, did I have a sign on my forehead at the tryouts that read: I love over committing myself and I can't say no!  Or do I just exude over the phone a "Pick me! Pick me! I want (NEED) to be team mom because I have nothing better to do"  attitude?

Not-so-much... I don't think so.... But somehow, despite my efforts of saying, "well, I don't know, I'm not familiar with The Little League Association, this will be our first year with the Little League and....yadayadayada...." the coach managed to assure me that he would show me everything and basically ended the conversation with "Thanks for being our team mom and I look forward to meeting you!"  What?!?!?!  Geeze Louise... and here we go again.

Maybe I should have told him my team mom history or "resume" as one of my friends put it?  Yes, I think mentioning this past basketball season that I was sort of.... well... FIRED as team mom, maybe he wouldn't have been so eager to assign Mrs. House to the role.  

Yes, I know... it just doesn't sound right does it?  Fired as team mom?  Again, this is one of those situations that I say... only me, only me.  Oh and did I mention it was a public firing?  Ahh, yes it was over a mass email to all the parents!  ahahahah!  I still find it hysterical and fascinating that some mothers (and coaches) have a little too much time on their hands to be worrying about the post-season party  on game two!  But, then again what do I know?  I've never claimed to be THE WORLD'S BEST TEAM MOM!  I'm winging it kind of like everything else that comes my way.  And most of the time, it all turns out just right, and better than expected. 

Let me just say, apparently the days of scheduling the game snacks and the end of the season party (towards the end of the season) isn't all that is expected from the team mom.  Well, at least not in that particular case... Being the team mom was more or less being the coaches "secretary" or personal assistant.  Which by all means, I agree that a coach needs a secretary... but let me tell you, that's where the coaches wife comes in!  And the last I checked, I've been assigned as secretary to the handsome coach pictured in the sunset above.  

So, again I reluctantly agreed (or should I say didn't speak up, and say NO) to the role as team mom. But as always I'll have fun and if someone comes along and thinks they can do a better job... well then, they can fire me....  And I 'll go on with a smile, enjoying this wonderfully weird Life as a House! I'll also stick with my motto... Don't sweat the small stuff!

Considering I just learned (or the light bulb just went on) this week from a cell phone commercial, what the term "butt dialing" means, I think it's ironic I did the ultimate "butt dial" last night.  I suppose we can laugh about it now, although I don't think those involved were laughing so much at the time.  oops! And I hate to say this but it's the second time my family has had to endure the thought of me being abducted and not knowing where I was or if I was ok... the first time was in college--another entry entirely!!

Ok, if you are a family member reading this you will surely get a good laugh, and if you are a single guy or married- who knows you may want to use this line or phrase when trying to flatter (or pick up a girl).  I think it's the best I've heard!

It's one of those days...A day of reflecting.  In the past I have allowed myself to give power to others whom I want to please, impress and/or to love and respect me.  This morning that power I am taking back for good. I will refer to that power as my favorite pair of jeans.  We all have a pair.

The first week back to school and work after the busy Christmas season is over and I know the boys are anxious for the weekend.  Taylor has a birthday party tonight and both boys have their first basketball game and pictures tomorrow.  Tom has duty again today and tonight, but fortunately will be able to make it to their first game.

On Tuesday, I went to the rising 6th grade meeting at the middle school Taylor will attend next year.  And as cliche as it sounds, I vividly recall like it was yesterday dropping of my little guy to Kindergarten.  And now that little guy is preparing to enter the next phase of his childhood education.  I know he will enjoy the more challenging and diverse courses; he's already very anxious and eager to learn a foreign language. 

Layton is doing well in school too and excelling rapidly.  He amazes me with just as much responsibility, eagerness to succeed and self-motivation as his brother.  He was rewarded yesterday, for his "perfect behavior" since the beginning of the year, with the priviledge of eating lunch with his teacher.  I often ask myself how did I get so lucky to have such wonderful little men that I am blessed to call my sons?  It sure does make my life a little easier as a mother. 

It's when I lay my head down at night (when Tom is snoring) ;) and I stare into the darkness recalling and recounting all the events of the day, and seeing clearly how I could have done more and things differently.  But, perhaps that is normal.  Peaceful, sleeping boys seem to make you overlook the chaos of the day and allow reflection on the sweetness of their gentle spirits.  As a mother, I want nothing more than the very best for them.  I want them to have every opportunity possible and more that they deserve, and are capable.  And I know Tom feels my same sentiments.

Tom is worn down from the long hours over the past six months, to say the least.  His hours are excruciating and his job is relentless.  He fell asleep yesterday before dinner and when I woke him for dinner, I could tell he was utterly and completely exhausted.  His eyes literally bright red from exhaustion and it was only 5:30.  He ate and then went to lay back down knowing that he had Taylor's practice from 8:30-9:30 later.  So, about 8:00 when I noticed everyone was pretty tired we made the decision to skip basketball.  We all felt terrible about not going, but sometimes you have to do what you need to do. 

Maybe this weekend, just maybe, Tom will have a little time to catch up on some much needed rest while enjoying some time with us.  Layton, came in this morning and said, "Dad went on deployment again didn't he?"  And fortunately, I was able to say, No he will be home tomorrow for your game. 

So, Tom when you read this: Thank you for everthing you do for this family and thank you for all of your hard work.  We love you! 

We've all heard it before and as a mother I know there is nothing more real than your intuition.  I have learned to recognize it over the past 11 years more, and on many occasions it has taken hindsight to acknowledge the magnitude of it's power.  I still find myself sometimes trying to dismiss that gut feeling or talk myself out of it, but what I am learning is, I don't want to say later that I wish I would have listened to my intuition, or that I had a "feeling".  Whether you call it an immediate apprehension, sixth sense, the Holy Spirit's guidance or a mother's intuition, I am so thankful that I chose to recognize it and not dismiss it on a recent occasion.   

Someone told me yesterday of something that hit too close to home, and at the time I didn't even realize how close it really was... 

Taylor has been taking guitar lessons and we have had three instructors since moving to the area.  I remember meeting the first instructor.  He walked in and my heart dropped, I got a huge lump in my throat, and I didn't want to let him go in with him.  But, why?  I didn't know this guy.  Was I judging him on his appearance?  Clearly I was, and I knew that was wrong.  So, immediately I focused on his eyes and tried to look past the physical man that was standing in front of me.  I think you can gather a lot from a person based on the way they look at you and the type of eye contact that is exchanged.  I know in this brief meeting I was trying so hard not to exude the feelings that were rushing through my body.  I wanted to take Taylor right then and there and leave, but how on earth could I explain that?  So, I left him and tried very hard to shove those thoughts, feelings, my intuition aside. I sent my child alone with a man that clearly didn't make me comfortable.  And why?  Because I wouldn't want to hurt his feelings.  But yet, I would risk hurting my own son's, and possibly much more. I remember waiting for him and repeating over and over to myself...don't judge a book by it's cover; don't judge him by his looks.

After that first lesson, I could tell Taylor was uncomfortable and I recall him crying.  I kept telling myself and even him, we have to look past what he looks like.  But, looking back was it really his appearance? Or were our feelings of discomfort from our intuition telling us we shouldn't be around him?  Fortunately, Taylor gave some tangible reasons for not wanting to go back and I was able to rationalize requesting a new instructor.  Did I feel bad?  Yes.  Did I feel like I had done the right thing?  Yes.  And yesterday that decision I made four months ago was confirmed.

As I was walking out to my car after coffee with some new friends, one mom told me that while I was in San Diego one of the instructors had raped a six year old in the studio and it was all over the news.  Hearing this was so disturbing to me I wanted to grab my boys from school and shelter them from predators like this.  I immediately remembered Taylor crying on Sunday, pleading for me to homeschool him.  All sorts of thoughts rushed my brain.  I recalled just two hours prior a mother and professor, telling me all about her 16 year old homeschooled son and her mentioning a few times the name of the online curriculum they use.  Never while listeninig to her was I thinking I would even address the issue of homeschooling again.  But, as I drove home in the pouring rain nothing seemed more important than guarding and protecting my boys in any way and everyway possible.  I know we can't keep our children from evil, but I also know that I have been given responsibility of two precious gifts.  Yes they will endure heartache and pain and trials and tribulations, but if I can prevent one ounce then I should and I will. 

The more I thought about the brief coversation, the more I started to think...wait a second the description seemed eerily familiar to our first instructor.  So, I emailed the person who told me and about 6:30 last night she called and confirmed my intuition was right again.  She did say that she got the story wrong, that the instructor touched the child inappropriately and it was in their home, and the mother of the child had left them alone.  Whatever the truth is, it was wrong. 

So, I thank God that I listened to my prompting and I thank God that Taylor wasn't hurt by this man.  And I thank Him for the gift of guidance from the Holy Spirit.  

I learned from this that the my safety and the safety of my children far outweigh hurting someones feelings.  As young girls we are taught to be sweet and put on a happy face and not hurt anyone's "feelings".   In turn, we allow ourself to be put in compromising positions in order to avoid hurting anyones feelings for the fear of: what if I'm wrong? 

I guess the lesson is, better to be wrong and risk hurting someones feelings than allow someone to hurt you and or your family.  Pay attention, recognize and obey your gut.

I came across this in the latest Pottery Barn Catalog and thought it was neat:

INTO EACH DAY PUT EQUAL PARTS OF FAITH, PATIENCE, COURAGE, WORK, HOPE, FIDELITY, LIBERALITY, KINDNESS, REST, PRAYER, MEDITATION, AND ONE WELL-ELECTED SOLUTION. PUT IN ABOUT ONE TEASPOONFUL OF GOOD SPIRITS. A DASH OF FUN, A PINCH OF FOLLY, A SPRINKLE OF PLAY, AND A CUPFUL OF GOOD HUMOR.

AND i WILL ADD A GALLON OF FORGIVENESS, BECAUSE THAT ALWAYS LEAVES A GREAT AFTERTASTE; EVEN WHEN & WHERE YOU LEAST EXPECT.

As I prepare to welcome the 2009 tonight with my family; I stop to reflect on 2008.  I'm sure you've heard me say it more than once over the past year... that it's been a long year.  Well, I'm happy to say adios 2008 and Aloha 2009!  I expect great things to occur this year!

We don't know where our life is going to take us and what is going to happen one day to the next.  But, we do know that we are capable of doing anything we are willing to do.  There have been many things in 2008 that I wasn't willing to do.

So, first on my 2009 to do list is: to have a more willing attitude and heart.

A year is a long (precious) time. So much can and will occur in 12 months.  Time is ticking, no matter what we choose to do... We can choose to use these next 12 months to grow and prosper in a multitude of ways, or we can remain where we are.  What's the saying? If you keep doing the same thing, you'll keep getting the same result.

So, if the results of 2008 aren't in line with the desires of your heart; there is only one resolution-CHANGE.

It is easy to make out a New Year's resolution list of the typical things we hear everyone talk of... weight loss, excercising, organization, more quality time with family, quit smoking, etc... But, what do all of those things require?  Willingness. 

Why not start our 2009 To-Do list with a look at what's not working in our lives and develop a plan of action to make the change we desire.  Let us think about what would strengthen our families, our friendships, our careers. Then let us pray and ask God for His strength and power in our willingness to act. 

It is one thing to think about our dreams, our desires and our goals; it is yet another to hand-write and post them somewhere you will see daily.  We make daily and weekly to-do lists and check things off.  Won't it be rewarding to make a to-do list for 2009 and be able to go back one year from now and check off our accomplishments and see the changes they have made not only in our life but the lives we affect.  So today, I will spend some time thinking and reflecting on my desires, my dreams and the changes that I want to see happen in 2009. 

May 2009 be filled with great health, an over-abundance of love, lots of laughter and prosperity.  May we all see (recognize) God's face and presence in our lives.  May His love continue to bless us, sustain us and drive us.  May His grace and mercy put us in awe of His glory. May you love your neighbor as yourself and may each of us be a beacon of light in a dark world.  May you expect great things, and may they happen.  Happy New Year to all my family, my friends and those I love and cherish. Shalom. 

Danielle

Ok, I have heard from both my mother and now my father on the safety issue of the zipline. Tom and I want to assure both of you that we too are a little scared about the safety of this zipline.  Even more so after seeing the start about 20 feet up in the air.  Yes.

So, that is why we have developed a precise plan of testing the durability, performance and accuracy of the zipline. 

The following is a detailed account of what will take place over the next few days:

I have chosen to send Dash down first.  We have a weighted vest fitted for him, that  will bring his weight to approximately my weight. 

If that's a success, Tom has already agreed to do the first 'human run'.  

I will then strap Dash in for a dozen or more so runs (alternating Tom and Dash, so the newness/excitement doesn't wear out, of course). 

After that, Taylor is having a friend over...I've already made out the release waivers for the parents to sign and he will ride first.  We always allow our guests first dibs on everything. 

Assuming everything is A-OK...  I will test it a few times myself, and then flip a coin to see which of the boys will ride first.

So, I hope this settles the angst you may have had.  Just rest assured the "two kids running this joint" have everything under control.....   ahahahahahah!!!!  I love you both.

P.S.

You know we are taking this very serious as well.  After all, these ARE my wittle guys....  :)

Just wanted to let you know that there was a major accident on a zip line here in Maui.  Line broke and so did a bunch of bones.  Make sure the ensign takes orders from the directions included with the zip line so you don't come screaming to Dad for advice.  Have safe fun and can't wait to see the final product in action.

I will write while I wait. I was told we were going to install the zipline today right after they played one game of Star Wars.  Just for the record it's been about 45 minutes or so; I'm just sayin'.  :)  I believe there may be a little sense of apprehension and reluctance of tackling the unknown.  So, as I wait for the first attempt at this zipline installation process, I have to ponder what we are about to embark on.  Tom will be the first to tell you projects tend to be a little stressful around here.  I should have made him sit down and look over the instructions before I ordered it, but I think I knew deep down that I wouldn't order it!!!  So, we are now facing a pretty big challenge and I am hoping and praying we can do this with two sets of eyes, hands and a willingness to create the ultimate back yard playground for the whole family and our friends.  So I will try and take some pics when he's smiling and keep you posted. 

Tomorrow he goes back to work.  He's been off since our trip to San Diego.  I know we have all enjoyed having him around the house again and I know he dreads the 3 AM wake up tomorrow morning.  During the Holiday stand down period he also will have duty every 4 days instead of every 8; that means he will have to stay on the ship overnight those days.  I definitely miss the good ole days back in Collierville where he had 'normal' working hours and an occasional duty here and there.  I think our friends sometimes forgot he was active duty Navy.  We lived 40 minutes from the base.  I rarely, if ever went up there and for the most of the time I didn't even have a military ID or sticker on my truck.  I think we were living in denial; or maybe that was me! So, now military life "reality" stares me in the face. 

The temperature today is a balmy 75 and a tad humid. I will gladly take this anyday over blistering cold.  I prefer the look of flushed, dewy (sweaty) cheeks over the alternative, purple lips and hands.  We had a heavy downpour last night so it should be fun sludging through the forest to clear out some brush for the zipline path. 

Speaking of this zipline again; this is turning into a very costly toy with many extra necessities  purchased and likely a whole lot more.  For instance, we could use a free tire for our stop, but that would be a little too "ghetto" for Tom so we will end up purchasing a $50 block of wood stop from the company, if we can't find one around here to make ourself.  We also purchased some other odds and ends including a new drill because I just happened to burn his out a couple of weeks ago making tin luminaries... oh great!  So just a heads up, when you come for a visit and are anxious to participate in our zipline fun~ don't be taken aback when you are charged for tickets to ride!  ahahahaha!

I have a ton of pics to post of the Christmas Season, so I will start adding some as soon as I get a moment.  I think though I am about to seize the day and the PS3 in order to tackle the task that anxiously awaits this House.

 

It sounds romantic and reminds me of my youth.....freezing outside and warm and cuddlely inside.  We have a fireplace in the bedroom, but when we fire it up, the room gets absurdly hot.  Guess what?  It isn't used even at Christmas.  It was 78 and sunny yesterday.  Just thought I'd rub it in.  We're going over to Chip and Mary Jane's for Christmas.  Juetta made two of her fabulous homemade pecan pies.  Chip is doing turkey on the grill.  Their house sits up on the side of the dormant volcano Haleakala (House of rising sun) and the view is of 5 islands over 60 miles.  It's phenomenal.  We should be able to see Santa surfing his way to Oahu or the Big Island.

Merry Christmas to you Danielle.  Keep up the dialogue, I love to read and see.  Don't feel obligated or it might become burdensome.  Do it for fun.  Give a kiss and hug to all the boys and know we love you all.

DAD

Well, I waited until the last minute and went back and forth on this purchase but I am so excited and can't wait for the boys to open it on Christmas!  This is always the dilemma though... From Santa? Or from us?  We don't want to give Santa all the credit for OUR good ideas!!  So, I'm thinking this one will be from us.  This is the only thing I really wanted to get the boys and it is something the whole family will be able to enjoy...are you ready?? 

A 150' zipline that will sail through the back yard or forest and maybe over the creek for a little added excitement.  I just hope Tom doesn't have a hard time installing it, or it will end up thrown INTO the creek!

I am typically in charge of the Christmas shopping and gift ideas.  I would think Tom would be better at picking out the "boy stuff" for them, but he says I am and leaves it up to me.  And I am not big on the typical Target type toys that everyone gets that are used once on Christmas Day and then left outside to ruin or shoved to the back of the closet and quickly forgotten.  I like things that are classic, if possible used outdoors, and that gets the whole family involved.  So this is perfect! 

Well, last night I finally (they've been begging since we bought it in November), let the boys build and decorate their Gingerbread House.  They had fun doing it and even more fun I think eating the candy in the process. And now they are eager to tear into it, only I'm making them wait a day or two, so it will be nice and stale and then they won't eat it!!  HA! Just kidding.

Tom took Taylor to see the new James Bond movie and Layton and I enjoyed our date at home, making his favorite cookie, chocolate chip.  We enjoyed our plate off cookies and glass of milk upstairs watching a Charlie Brown christmas special.  It was a good night. 

This morning I am taking Layton over to a friends house for a Christmas playdate.  She is going to have gingerbread houses for the children to decorate, t-shirts to paint, cookies to decorate and much chaos I'm sure to be enjoyed by the mommies!  So, I better go get dressed and prepare a lunch to take with us.  I hope everyone is at home enjoying the Christmas Season and staying nice and warm...  Dad, I don't think that will be hard for you!

Have a wonderful day! 

 

Loved your diary and pictures Danielle.  You are so talented.  The boys look great with long hair.  Tell them long haired Grandpa thinks they look sssssoooooooo cooooooooooooool!  I think Tom ought to grow his hair too.  How do you get the sepia brown tone shots?  Maybe we should all move to La Jolla.

 

Dad

I came home to some pretty brown bananas and had just made a banana zuchinni bread last week, so I made some yummy cookies and thought I'd share the recipe:

I exchanged the oil for natural p-nut butter (would have rather used chunky but I ate it all, so I used creamy~ Also I would like to try almond butter next time and use almond extract in place of the vanilla)...and I added about 2 1/2 T. Hershey's cocoa powder, 2 tsp. vanilla and 1 tsp. cinnamon in place of the other spices... I used 3 bananas. 

They weren't too sweet and the second batch I cooked until almost done, let them cool, and then lowered the temp and cooked a bit longer (maybe 5 minutes and then turned off the oven and went to bed and woke up to more of a crunchy biscotti type cookie that was great with my coffee!

1/2 cup unsalted butter room temp

1 cup sugar

1 egg

1 cup mashed bananas (about 2 1/2 lrg)

1 tsp baking soda

2 cups flour

pinch of salt

1/2 tsp ground cinn.

1/2 tsp ground mace or nutmeg

1/2 tsp ground cloves

1 cup pecans (walnuts and choc. chips are good too) although I didn't use either this time.

 

Preheat oven to 350. Cream butter (nut butter), sugar, until fluffy. Add egg, & cont. to beat until the mixture is light and fluffy.

In a small bowl mash bananas with baking soda and let sit while you are doing your flour mixture, this allows the acid to react with the bananas which is what gives the cookies their lift and rise.

Mix the banana mixture into 'butter mixture'. Mix together the flour, salt, and spices into the butter and banana mixture and mix until combined.

Fold into the batter the pecans or choc. chips if using.  Drop in dollops onto parchment paper lined baking sheet.  Bake for 11-13 min. or until done.  Let cool if you can, we didn't though!

We made our fast a furious trip this past weekend to Cali and let me just say that after I got up and made the boys their hot breakfast this morning I went back to bed with Tom and we didn't get up until nearly 11 this morning!!!!  We had a great time but it was so jam packed that there wasn't much time to rest, and much less time for a little shut eye.  The boys were up every morning giggling at 4am...not so pretty! 

The first night we were there I wanted to go watch the sunset from La Jolla cliffs, well as soon as we got into La Jolla my battery on my camera went dead and we found out Tom's camera was left in the car at the airport... I also had wanted to change into more comfortable shoes, but that never happened so I found myself hiking up and down the stairs to the rocks in heels.  Not, so good!  Tom's parents and sister and our nephews met us there, and we all had a great time.  The sunset was perfect, the air was a bit chilly as the sun set, but breathtaking views as always. 

We ended the night at Jose's on Prospect with some yummy mexican food and margaritas.  Tom's parents headed back to Phoenix the next morning.

On Saturday, we got up once more at 4am (this is becoming a regular thing around here!) and drove up to LA to wait at the donut shop where Gramme and Grampe get their donut every morning.  We were there about 7:15 because we were told they show up anywhere from 7:30- 8:00.  We enjoyed our conversations with the other locals that frequent the shop and noticed the commaradarie we heard so much about.  They spoke of Gramme and Grampe in high regards, and noted the evitable...they would not be pleased to see someone or "others" sitting in "their" seats.  So we were sure to be sitting there when they came in.  We were told numerous stories and examples of just what a firecracker and pistol Gramme is... and her most recent incident of kicking a girl out of her seat while mid bite into her donut.

So, when we finally saw them pull up in the Mustang...(yes they are 88 and drive a Mustang)we all turned and faced the other way so they couldnt see our faces.  What was funny though was that she walked in first and it was so obvious she was not even going to make eye contact with the "others" sitting at their table. And she didn't, she did make a comment to someone about "should she hit us upside the head with her cane" still not even knowing it was us!!  It was hysterical.  Only when the shop owner said something about the people sitting at their table, did she say something and when she looked at us she didn't of course recognize us right off the bat... it took a few seconds as well for Grampe.  They both stared at us and then finally got it!!!  It was very cute, they just laughed... and you could tell they were speechless.  Very happy indeed. 

I loved to see them smile that big and I enjoyed every minute we had with them.  They are a neat couple and as strong as all get out.  They haved lived a long life and have endured the greatest pain any parent could ever imagine.  They lost their only daughter to cancer at age 6.  From what I was told it changed their world and quite possibly hardened them a bit, and rightfully so.  I can't even begin to fathom the pain.  The family says they rarely speak of their loss but Grampe did talk about it once to me, at Tim's wedding.  And not at all shocking, after all these years, I came to know that night how much it truly affected them.  We are told Layton looks a lot like Gramme and I do see it, especially in the eyes.  He's been called little Ruthie...not in front of him of course.  On the flight over it occured to me that the last time they saw Layton he was 14 months old and he is now 6, the age of Peggy when she died.  And as we were leaving I looked over at the sketch of little Peggy and definitely saw the similarities between the two.  The timing of our visit is amazing, if you stop to think about it... 

Anyway, the boys share a love with the rest of the Houses for Mustangs...old a new.  So, to top it all off the boys rode home with Gramme and Grampe in their Mustang.  Now how cool is that!

We left their house and rushed to Legoland to meet up with Sundi, Kevin and the boys.  We stayed and played until it closed and had a ball!  The boys of course couldn't get enough of it and could have just looked around in the shop for 6 hours I think.  When you are looking at the pictures I posted on the Pictures page you will notice some of the boys driving in the Lego cars.  That was by far their favorite part.  They have to go through a driving course and earn a drivers license.  They drive their own car on "real roads with stop signs and stop lights"  They did this for a good 45 minutes or so....  Needless to say, while this was going on, the parents got a little ansy and you'll notice some of the pictures... I think I was having a little too much fun and Tom had to cut me off!  He said I couldn't take anymore!  LOL!! Good laughs though!

We ended the night at dinner with the awesome news that Kevin was giving us their tickets to the Lakers game!!  And of course we all know it couldn't get much better than that!  So, the next day we spent running around Coronado, met up with a friend at Starbucks for a short visit, drove by the base to get a picture of the Bunker Hill for a school project for Taylor, showed the boys one of our old houses and a visit at Uncle Tommy and Aunt Marie's in Del Mar before our drive back up to LA for the game.  

Like I said fast and furious but we had a great time and I have to say, it felt good to be back, it felt like home.  I've had a few places I've called home in my life and San Diego is definitely one of them...  Kind of made us miss living there...just a bit.

**I will try and get the video of Gramme and Grampe coming into the donut shop up asap.** 

So sorry to hear about the hair.  Juetta's is just getting over the same thing and its been over a year.  I don't understand how these people can get away with doing this to people.  They are supposed to be "professionals".  If I did that to one of my "customers", I'd be sued.  It cost Juetta hundreds of dollars and lots of time, effort, and anxiety to get over it.  Maybe "au naturale" is the answer.  I don't have any answers but maybe Juetta can help.

Love, Dad

Ok, I had great plans for today... GREAT PLANS that included and ended with a beauti-fied ME!!  Only.... I nearly died on about 4 occasions from a massive heart attack!  And if you think I am kidding- I wish, I wish, I wish I was....

Right now, as I sit here typing, Tom just walked in and we both couldn't help but laugh.  I look bald to be quite honest.  If I ever thought about cutting my hair, I have had my confirmation~ it's not for me!  Not to re-hash the whole 6 hours or so I spent at the salon.  But let me sum it up for you. After 4 chemical processes to "get it right" my hair is so blonde it's almost invisible and so fried I had to come home and put a mixture of egg, olive oil and water to condition it and then I left a deep conditioner on it and slicked it back.  And because so much has FALLEN OUT it has slicked perfectly to my head with the conditoner, giving it a very bald look.  I left the salon knowing that it was 250 times better than the alternative which was the 1st, 2nd and 3rd process which left my hair GLOWING YELLOW all over.

If only I could have had a video of my reaction...  There was a Captain getting his hair cut beside me and a very full salon.  The lady kept my back facing the mirror the entire time while blow drying- meaning I had no earthly idea what in the hell had happened.  When she was done and cont. to fondle my hair and "fix" it, I got a bit impatient and leaned forward and to the sideof her body to get a glimpse of my hair in the mirror. Well, let's just say  I FREAKED!!!!!!!!!!! and I wasn't about holding back anything. I stood up, may have shoved her out of the way, don't really remember, and stared into the mirror and said, "What? What?!!!!!!!  Are you freakin kidding me?  OHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!  I then thought if I walked to another mirror (keep in mind it was another sylist's mirror) that maybe I would see something different...or if I walked to yet another one and ran my fingers through it perhaps faster or in a different way maybe, just maybe something would change!  The GLOW possibly subdued somehow....  Were my eyes deceiving me?!!!!!!!!!!!  Was my hair really fried to the CORE????AND GLOWING YELLOW????!!!!!!!

Why yes! It was!  And really it's not soo much better now, I just had to get the heck out of there....  So, I come home and the boys and Tom were very nice.  Taylor said really it's not that bad Mom.  And Tom said that I'm still 'incredible', whatever that means, even with my hair the way it is... I laughed.  Only, I didn't laugh so much when it had dried a bit and he came downstairs and I turned around and he said "WOW, you're hair IS FRIED!  What did they do?" As if it had somehow gotten worse in the 30 minutes I'd been home....  Yeah, that didn't make me laugh... but, seriously what am I going to do?  It stinks. Yes, it may look like I just finished chemotherapy, but I move on.  Because at the end of the day, it's still just hair and yes it will take a good LOONG year or TWO to get it back to where it was but.... What doesn't kill you makes you stronger...right? 

So, I say goodnight tonight from one UGLY House to all of you...think of me as you look into the mirror at your gorgeous locks tonight and thank God you aren't looking at me!!!! LOL!   I took some pictures, but seriously I wouldn't want to scare any one.  And I am totally being serious.

 

Oh and Mom and Dad thanks for the compliments...please don't critique this though...It's more of a rant than a prose!

Cheers! 

 

OK, I need to apologize!  Yes, my first public apology...  this is good.  And let me tell you just because I am typing it online doesn't take away from the sincerity or make it any less humbling....  I am human and so far from perfect it's ridonkulous...and I fall on more occasions than not.  I was wrong to say what I did about your snoring Tom, and went just a bit overboard when using the phrase 'fight-for-your life'....to Tom's defense, it goes without saying he works his tail off for not only this country but ultimately for me and the boys.  I know that everything you do is done for us.  And it was wrong for me to disrespect you in that way.  PERIOD.  I didn't mean to.  So Tom, I am sorry if you are reading this. And to Bill, there is absolutely nothing wrong with Tom falling in your footsteps.  I love you dearly.  And I am sorry if I disrespected you.   

I guess this was a good look at the UGLY part I knew you were bound to see sooner than later... huh? and the part about me being passionate-did I mention strong willed?

And to my defense...I may, just may have been a wee bit hormonal... no excuse none-the-less I screwed up.  I am very sorry.

And there's your dose of Thursday reality!!

 

Just got the boys tucked in, and Tom apparently...he was out like a light.  In less than 2 minutes maybe one... he was snoring... Poor guy, I think he's a bit pooped.  He's still getting up at 3 and this morning I somehow managed to miss everything!  The alarm, him showering, him kissing me good-bye and the door shutting.  That is one thing he has done since day one... right before he leaves he leans over and kisses me and no matter if it's 3:30 or 6:30 I still always feel so guilty that I can barely open my eyes to say good bye... but I did recall it after Layton came in at 6:30 and was telling me Dash was chewing on my ONLY pair of "comfy" shoes (all others have atleast 3 1/2 inch heels) and THAT even took awhile to register.  When he asked where daddy was, I quickly jumped out of bed very dazed and confused and started walking around the house to find him.  I really was still asleep... when I saw Taylor drying off (still I was asleep) I asked what he was doing and where he was going?  When he said school, I stood there for a good 5-10 seconds staring at him until my brain and eyes finally were really awake and then put it all together... Yes, Tom had returned, it was a weekday, I have two children, and a husband that kissed me goodbye before he left at 3:30 this morning and it's time to make breakfast.

Does that happen often?  NO!  In fact I was telling Tom tonight, it was weird that it happened.  It never happened when he was gone.  I don't know if it's now that he's home I am truly sleeping for the first time in awhile or if it was just a hormonal thing (could be!).  Either way though, I'm glad I made the decision to put an additional alarm clock in Taylor's room last night before I went to bed!  And I'm also glad I have two responsible young men who know what they have to do and get it done! (most of the time that is...)

I am excited about tomorrow!  I'm going to get a mani/pedi and my hair done!!  Woohoo!  And then packing for our trip to our old stompin grounds out West!!  And I can't wait to dig into some yummy mexican from Aldeberto's and Old Town, surprise Tom's Gramme and Grampe in LA at their donut shop they go to every morning ( a dream of mine that is finally happening!!!  We're going to be sitting at "their table" when they show up!) take the boys to LegoLand, catch a sunset on the cliffs in La Jolla and grab some ice cream at MooTime on Coronado.  Short and sweet, quick and easy...perfect.

So goodnight from this House to yours...it's a balmy 68 right now here...what about there?  :)

It is here in Pungo!  Is it there?  I just finished sweeping the decks and actually was dressed too warm in a sweat shirt and jeans.  I guess that's a good thing because my mission of heating the house entirely with the wood burning furnace was interrupted last night.  I was distracted apparently and let it go out and then spent about 15 minutes trying to get it going again and finally succumbed to turning the heat on and tucked myself in for the night (on my own time)!  And yes, it was late...   

We hadn't used the heat since Thursday though!  There is something to be said about having to work to stay warm.  I love the entire process of gathering the wood, the kindling, building it and then tending to it throughout the day.  It is very romantic to me and so idyllic.  A fire that you depend on to keep your family warm is more than just a romantic setting and provider of warmth. Fire represents persistence, authenticity and strength.  I find depending on a fire not only brings comfort but with that ensues enthusiasm, energy and passion in myraid ways.

So, even though it has warmed up a tad here...I anxiously await the crispness in the air that will signal my desire to rekindle the flame.

I would have to conclude that other than two loads of laundry, cleaning the pans from breakfast, unloading the dishwasher and tending to the fire all day (which I may add I have done an excellent job) today has been pretty low key around here.  I have lounged on the daybed in front of the crackling fire, read and enjoyed my time alone.  Since Tom has duty tonight (meaning he stays overnight on the ship) we are going to enjoy our soup I made yesterday and keep it simple.

Dad, I just did some cleaning and re-arranging on the site to make it more "user-friendly".  You will notice I did away with the Blog and Family and Friend Pic page.  All pictures will be posted to the Picture page from now on and all journal entries will be on the Home page.  Also, all comments can be added under the comment section on the Home page.  Hope this is better for you Dad!!  I love you!  And yes, Layton surely resembles Tom, just a tad... :) Goodnight from the Pungo Lodge...

 

Wow!  I go from a few days of solitude (albeit running around trying to get everything ready until literally the last second---and did I mention I never laid my head on a pillow the night before his return?  I was up the ENTIRE night- can't tell you the last time I pulled an all-nighter before that was)  anyway, to a full house again- with absolutely no time alone.  I think I may have managed to squeeze in one potty break uninterrupted!  I said that we were taking this transition with ease, but really if you think about it...not-so-much!  They (military) take our men away from us for extended periods and then throw them back full force into 'reality'.  No gentle transition here...  Seriously, I mean weekends can be hard on some marriages!!  LOL!!  I'm only saying... :)

So, the funny thing is, or maybe not so funny in my case.  Tom is filing directly behind his father's footsteps.  Isn't it ironic how the things that we didn't 'get' about our own parents and swore we'd never do are the exact things we seem to duplicate? 

It's always been interesting for me to hear about Tom's dad getting up at 2:30 in the morning for his career as a highschool principal. Never quite understood and perhaps still don't.  No offense Bill if you're reading this, but gee thanks!! :)  And somehow under my nose my own husband has developed the same routine.  I guess I was more oblivious to the fact it was happening because it was gradual.  But, as Tom was setting the alarm (that literally had to be taken back from Taylor's room) last night at 9:00 for 3AM, it was like it all came into focus.  Oh my GOSH!!!!  It's happened!!  He is HIS FATHER!  And to think in a couple weeks, when the ship is moved to Portsmouth, the time will be moved up even earlier, bringing it to the EXACT time we have said was crazy that his dad gets up!!  Now tell me that is not ironic.

I'm wondering if you caught the part where I said he was setting the alarm at 9PM?  Yes.  So, not only are we all thrown back into the pot together in a rather abrupt way, but somehow, I'm suppose to adjust my bedtime overnight to about 3 hours earlier!  I will agree that I need to get to bed earlier.  But, after laying in bed last night tossing and turning and listening to what seemed like elephants mating or either attacking, for over 2 hours I was a bit ticked off at the Navy!!!!!  For many reasons, but just over the obvious for starters...

Transitioning after a deployment shouldn't really be called a 'transition' after all... more like a free-for-all, fight for your life and your sanity. 

Now, there's your Monday morning dose of reality! 

Well, Tom is finally home again and easing back into our "reality".  I have enjoyed his eagerness to help me with the boys in the mornings before school, and his willingness to get those icicle lights strung from the 40' slopes on our roof!!!  I think it was a good decision to wait for him on that one!

The boys said they had a great time on the Tiger cruise and were able to see and experience so much in the short amount of time they had on board the Kearsarge.  The crew had planned many demonstrations and excercises for the dependants to see and take part in.  They especially loved eating in the Wardroom and the fact that they could order soda with their dinner and have ice cream everyday with lunch OR dinner!  Wow! 

I think Uncle Timmy enjoyed himself too, and was eager to see what his big brother has been doing over the last 12 years.  And I know it meant a lot to Tom to be able to share a part of his naval career with some of the most important guys in his life.  This was a small glimpse into the world of service that Tom has devoted his life.  I'm certain all three guys, each in their own way, earned a new respect for their father and brother.

It is nice to be together again as a family unit and especially during this precious season.  Easing back into life after deployment takes just that though...ease.  As Tom said his first day back, "he felt out of place" and that is a feeling that I'm sure is normal for all the service members after being gone.  Sad but true.

It is a unique adjustment and just one of the many effects of serving this fine nation.  It's been a long year, with a lot of twists and turns and a willingness from all of the Houses to conform and adapt. Thank you all for your thoughtful words of encouragment and love shown to us all over the last year or so (12 years!!) and your prayers for our little family.

From our House to yours...Lots of Love and Cheers~

danielle

I found this while cleaning Taylor's room, and no I won't be posting love letters next, if that's what you're thinking!  ~grin~

 Dad's Return  (after tiger cruise)

1. Pick him up

2. Take him home and give him presents

3. Mom makes a homemade lunch

4. Play with dad

5. Go out to dinner

Ok, I think this website is running a little better, so I am going to try my hand at it again.  I have added some new pages so make sure you look around.  I will try to be better at updating more regularly, because I really enjoy it, and I have heard from so many of you asking what happened to me?!!!  Life!  Kids!  Deployed husband!  Dash the Dash away dog!  Room mother obligations!  Parties! Computer Lab Assistant!  Team parent for one child's team, wife of a coach that's not even here yet...And the list goes on...

I am about to jump in the shower and pick up a few things from the commisary and then I am serving with my other room mom, a Thanksgiving Feast to Layton's class.  It should be a lot of f.. CHAOS!  I was going to say something else but, let's be serious here...

So, have a great day! And I know some of you already have started cooking your Thanksgiving Feasts in your home.  mmmmm.....   I can almost smell it.  I have to say though, I'm OK with not cooking for 4 days this year!!  This is a good thing! 

We had a busy weekend preparing for Tom's Homecoming.  The boys are pumped up and thrilled to be meeting the Kearsarge down in Miami.  I know they are going to have a blast.  This is one of those once in a lifetime opportunities for them and I am ecstatic we had this chance.  Tom is hoping not to have to go out to sea again anytime in the near future, so this was the perfect time.  I think they are at a neat age for this experience, of course Taylor more so, but I think Layton will cherish the memories as well!

Tom's brother will be arriving on Thursday evening.  He was kind enough to fly into Virginia Beach first, in order for the boys to fly down with him.   I was a bit apprehensive sending those two alone on a plane, although I know my sister and I did it our whole life.  Times have changed though unfortunately.

This will be my first Thanksgiving with just the boys and myself.  I made reservations at Christiana Campbell's Tavern in Colonial Williamsburg.  We haven't been to Williamsburg yet and I heard this is a pretty neat little restaurant.  It is actually said to have been one of George Washington's favorites, so that is pretty cool in and of itself.  I know the boys will enjoy the ambiance and the staff dressed in period clothing.

The guys will actually stay the night in Miami on Friday and then meet the ship on Saturday morning.  Tom said they will be manning the rails in their whites in Miami and their blues in Norfolk.  When I told Layton this he got that cute, shy, smile and wee little voice out and said I want to wear a white uniform with Daddy.  So, I got online and tried to find one but couldn't really find anything.  I of course didn't want anything costumey...Tom said the Tigers wear a special t-shirt and hat anyway, so Layton thought that was cool. 

The arrival of a Navy ship after a deployment is a very unique experience by all who participate.  It is very emotional and moving to say the least, even for those that may not have a loved one on it.  If you ever have the opportunity you should go to one.... undeniably patriotic. Usually the news stations are in full force and there are thousands of people waiting anxiously for hours before the ship pulls in. And then of course to see them all lined up is just a sight to behold.  In the past a helicopter in the distance was a signal they were approaching.  And as the ship draws near, then the challenge begins to try and spot your loved one in the midst of all the uniforms.  Of course this is not as easy for us as it is for them, but it's amazing how you can spot them if you're lucky. 

We have a lot planned for the Christmas Season and it will be special to have our family unit in tact again.  We are going out to San Diego for a surprise visit to see Tom's grandparents in LA and then while we're there we will try and cover as much as we can on our old stompin' grounds.  The boys are super thrilled to be going to LegoLand again and I'm just excited about eating Mexican food the entire trip and enjoying a margarita or two!  

We have the Grand Illumination in Williamsburg that I've heard is pretty cool, and a ton of stuff offered throughout the Va. Beach area this time of year.  I also have a friend from HS that works in Admin in D.C. that is trying to get us into the White House for a tour, and I sure hope that works out.  I know we'd all enjoy that experience and what a great time of year to do so!!

Well, that's what's going on here.  I hope your week is filled with much love and an over-abundance of laughter! I am reminded this week of so many things to be grateful. 

Cheers!  

I have gotten on here several times to write but for some reason this site was giving me problems.  I emailed them and now it seems to be working better now, amazing!! So I am going to try it again and hope I'm not wasting my time!

 

Taylor's party went great.  He had a great time and the kids that came seemed to have had as well, because those that didn't make it heard about it and the parents even said they heard about it.  He had a small turn out but he was quick to point out it was perfect having a few kids because he was able to spend quality time with them.  What a smart guy! Did I mention Audrey was there.... :)

So, I finished my table and chairs.  I have to admit though, I actually just had to find a stopping point.  It was getting down to the wire and I really didn't feel like having a taped off area in the kitchen with 'Wet Paint' signs during the party.  Not the look I was after...

I enjoyed doing it, I just wish I would have done it another time, so I wouldn't have felt so rushed.  Not sure what I was thinking doing it that week or maybe I wasn't.  *On a side note:  I also rearranged the family room upstairs and painted an end table I picked up on Tuesday....  I think my ADHD was in overdrive!!* I definitely could have used Tom as my second set of eyes.  He is always good at coming in at just the right time and saying I think it looks good, you need to stop right there, don't do any more.   Yeah, I think I needed that big time!  I just kept doing it over and over and over!  There are so many layers of paint, not to mention all the different techniques applied on that thing it's crazy!  Anyway, it's done (for now).

This past weekend the boys and I had the priviledge of smelling, I mean visiting a friend of Taylor's family farm.  He spent the night with us on Friday and on Saturday his mom said she needed him to come home to drive the tractor for her because she needed 100+ pumpkins picked for an order.  The boys were thrilled to see what living on a 'real' working farm was like.  They live in Blackwater, which is about 15 minutes from here.  We took a big bridge over Back Bay that lead us to this cute, quaint little town.  The pictures of the water were taken at the general store or market.  I joke with Russell as we were getting into Blackwater and said now what stores do you have over here?  Like Target? Wal-mart?  He said, oh we have a market and then I said what about Starbucks?  yeah, not so much....

Well, the farm...  it had chickens, lots of pigs or hogs, they were HUGE!!  and turkeys.  The smell was just bad that's all I need to say.  Russell told Taylor he needed to get used to it he was living in the country now!  Well, yes sort of...but fortunately for us we don't have hogs and chickens!! 

Taylor thought it was "pathetic" (his choice word) and sad that Russell was driving a tractor and I wouldn't even let him drive the riding lawn mower! I have to say I did find it very humorous.  But, to my defense....  Russell is on 100s of acres! that's a lot of space and flat ground to drive on.... our yard--- not so much....  Did he not just watch me literally push with my bare hands the riding lawn mower out of the ditch the day before his party?!!  So, for now, he will have to be content with picking up fallen branches, sticks, gumballs and pulling weeds. 

So, we helped, Oh I'm sorry, let me clarify that... I helped Russell's mom pick 100+ pumpkins, notice the boys are in the tractor hee-hawing around... 

On Sunday, we went to Shore Drive and the boys took their rip-stick and scooter to ride on the boardwalk.  They jumped down and played in the sand for awhile and then we ate dinner at a neat restaurant, Catch 31.  The patio seating is right on the boardwalk by the statue of King Neptune and a great playground on the beach.  Seriously, I was in heaven.  And, we all had a great meal and I didn't have to cook! 

My dryer is beeping, it's time to fold!  

Well, It's been a very long day!  I had a PTA meeting first thing this morning.  It was nice meeting a lot of new faces and finally putting them with the voices I have been talking with over the phone .  This school seems to have a very active PTA, especially for it being so small.  Which is always a great sign. 
After that, I spent the entire day painting the dining room table and 6 chairs that I have been in the process of refinishing.  Once it's completed I think it will look great!  I still have so much to do though.  Definitely a bigger job than you can imagine, unless you've done it!  I choose a Ralph Lauren med. green metallic paint for the first coat, and then I lightly brushed over that with an almost light gold, champagne/bronze metallic and then over that black (with dark choc, undertones).  I was going to sand it a bit so the metallics would show through around the edges , corners and engraved areas, but I think I rushed the black or else there was a little water still in my brush because it just wasn't looking right, so I quickly grabbed a rag, wet it and squeezed it out to try and start rubbing some of the black paint off.  It did, and gave it a great aged patina that looked like it had years and years of old chipped away, almost a verdigris copper finish.  I haven't done that third step to the chairs yet, so we'll see how that goes tomorrow.
Got a few phone calls from Tom tonight.  Finally the third one, about an hour ago went through and we were able to talk for awhile.  He is still in Haiti, but will be returning to the ship in a couple of days.  And just as I suspected he is absolutely loving what he's doing right now, with the fact he is one-on-one with the Haitians and being able to assist first hand in their relief.  It was the first real conversation (albeit short) we have had since he left.   It (deployment) seems to go by fast... but in the same breath seems like FOREVER. 
Well, I am finally going to bed. I have a long week ahead of me, lots to do before this party I'm having here on Saturday for Taylor's classmates and their families.

We've had a wonderful weekend and still enjoying the fabulous cooler temps.  Friday, we went to the Ice Cream social at Creeds, and I have to say we all had a pleasant evening.  They had a guy there with a ton of different reptiles.  So of course the boys loved that.  Afterwards the boys and I tried a new mexican restaurant we hadn't been to yet, Senior Fox.  The food was good, and the staff was very friendly, definitely will go back again. 
Yesterday, I took the boys to the air show at NAS Oceana.  We walked around looked at a few planes and saw the Blue Angels perform, which is always amazing to watch.  Makes me want to be a pilot!!  Ha!  Then after we went to the Officers Club for dinner, but were told they weren't serving dinner anymore, only lunch.  But, the boys didn't care, they wanted to play pool, fooseball and shuffleboard.  Finally after about 2 hours, I dragged them away.  It was a nice evening though. 
So, today the boys and I are talking about going back to the air show and Taylor is saying he wants to go to the O-club again.  I guess they are having something going on after the air show concludes this evening.  So, we'll see how mommy is holding up after walking around again all day looking at jets and stuff! Sure wish Tom was here to hang out with us!
I haven't heard from Tom in awhile and wondering how everything is going for him and those that stayed behind in Haiti.  Also wondering if the Kearsarge came back yet to get them or not?  Sometimes, it's hard not knowing what's going on while he's deployed...  But, then again, you just get used to it and wait...

Well, I just updated the blog page, you'll have to check it out.  Gosh, it's has been just a
BEE-U -TEE-FULL week here in Virginia Beach. Can't get much better than this, I'll tell ya!  I have enjoyed every minute of the cooler temps.  I am a beach lover, I love the summer, hot weather, I love wearing sundresses and tank tops and flip flops everyday... but, I always welcome Autumn with open arms.  Just the sound of the trees blowing with the breeze and the rustling of leaves on the decks and the smell of wood burning...  makes you just want to open all of the windows and doors and grab a good book, or better yet go lay in the hammock.  All of which I have done this week...And oh how I love it when you can wear shorts and a sweatshirt!  That to me is like the coziest outfit ever on a perfect day like today... although I went out today, so of course I have on a mini with one of Taylor's oxfords and flip flops, second best outfit for a day like today!! You know me, everything relates to fashion.  When I think of the different seasons, my mind automatically envisions different looks.  I know maybe a little strange to some of you, but that's me!!
I really love my life, I was thinking about that today as I was sweeping the decks.  You know, we're not stinkin rich, but we live comfortably and there is not one thing this family 'needs'.  We are so blessed by what we have, our health, each other and everything else is delicious butter cream icing on... well, any cake! (I couldn't choose one, I tried!) 
But, really, my life is a simple one, that I can't complain.  Sometimes, I look around and think really I don't think it could get much better than this.  When we get so caught up in the world and the "other stuff" we lose sight of everything that God blesses us with and those things are things that can't be bought.  It is those little, simple pleasures that we grab hold of throughout our day that make us truly happy and content with our life.  It is so easy though to get caught up in the other stuff.  But, when we stop and treasure those blessings of nature and the simple pleasures....well it just makes me giddy!  I do love my life!
Well, I didn't intend to write all of that, it just came out but obviously someone reading this needed to hear it.  That's the way I look at it.
Well, the boys will be getting off the bus shortly, I better run...go read the BLOG and then you can laugh when I tell you this...  We have another social at school tonight!!!  :)

Well, I know it's been awhile.  I have had a few subtle hints that I needed to get back on here and do something!   Well, since my last posting, mom came to visit and then dad and Juetta, and then mom came back again with Granny.  The boys started school in the midst of that-Tues. after labor day and Taylor celebrated his birthday 3 more times since Tom's been gone.  We celebrated once before he left.  So that means too much cake over the past month and he is officially 11!!  I can't believe it. 

I have to say this birthday was a year that I reflected on his life a bit more than I have in the past.  Not that I'm not always eternally grateful for every year I have with my boys, it's just this year it hit me... He's growing up, and fast! 

It's hard to imagine 11 years have passed so quickly.  He changed my life instantly, as soon as our eyes met.  The feeling I felt can't be put into words.  The connection... only understood by me, his mother so very grateful and blessed to named his mother.  I am so truly proud of both my boys.  They are so wonderful in their own unique ways and have added such an abundance of joy to my life.  I thank God for blessing me with the gift of parenting Taylor and Layton. 

Well, the boys did start school.  It was a bit of a rough go.  But, it's beginning to look brighter.  I will be posting some photos of their first day.  I some how with a lack of better judgement volunteered to be Layton's room mother, sub in Taylor's class every other month for an hour for teacher luncheons, and every Tuesday for an hour,I signed up to assist in the computer lab with Layton's class, and many other things I remember checking off on the volunteer list that will occur throughout the year!  Perhaps a slight lapse in judgement, we'll see! 

Layton, decided not to play football, which pleased my father very much.  (He happened to make this decision while dad was visiting--very much his own decision though and complete coincidence!)  They both got on a soccer team at the very last minute, the teams had been practicing over a month. Unfortunately, both of the first 2 games were rained out---there are only 8, and the missed ones won't be made up.  They now have a bit of "lack of motivation" and I may just try and get our money back.  As Taylor said, this is the first season since he was 4 that he hasn't been in a sport. 

Taylor is back in bass guitar lessons and Layton is eager to begin... drum roll please..... The Drums!  No pun intended.  We'll see though, I think the piano would be nice, he thinks drums... 

The Kearsarge was diverted to Haiti to assist in the relief effort in the aftermath of the devastating hurricanes.  As of now, they return as scheduled on Dec. 1.  I will be adding photos he has sent from that as well.  He is the logistics and supply liason between the US Embassy and the USS Kearsarge.  We seem to miss every phone call he makes to us and now, he's even more busy and off ship until midnight or so and then has to be back up at 4am..  Surely he's exhausted.  I think this has been a neat mission for him though.  I know he would much rather be more on the front lines and trenches of volunteering with those in need, because that is always where his heart is.  He is a servant and loves to give of himself and his tender heart.  It is truly his God given gift, as well as his transparency, which I respect immensely.

Well, that's it in a nutshell.  I will elaborate more on each in the following days.  And will post photos as well.

11/23/2009 5:39:06 PM - 002024894309
Your dreams were my dreams as we share our memories. On my first trip to Mackinac Island, I was in love and with my prince charming. Through the years your father and I shared a trip or more each year with our friends and family that came to visit us at Burt Lake. You were just a little baby on your very first trip, only a couple of months old. If my memory is correct, you were lucky enough to have made the trip twice that year. A favorite picture that summer is of our family excursion with Aunt Delores and Uncle Mick. It was their first trip as a couple. Delores probably had the same dream because she had spent many summers with us babysitting your sister. I also recall dreaming that one day you or your sister would attend college on the island. Now I realize that was probably a dream I had for myself. I especially loved your audio version. I love you.....keep sharing.

11/21/2009 5:53:52 PM - 002025507746
I can vividly see the devilish look on the face of that little toe head known to the world as Danielle. I still remember those trips as well. The bicycle rides around the island, the horrifying boat ride back to Burt Lake across the straits (in our own boat pounding against 5 and 6 foot waves with Jack being in a cast and you Danielle screaming that we were for sure "going down"), the walks on the trails, the wildflowers, and best of all sharing it with my kids. Thanks for the flowery and fond memories "Erma".
Dad

8/22/2009 6:52:48 PM - 002024894309
Your back and it was another good read. Thanks for our pleasure. Love you, Mama

8/22/2009 1:50:09 PM - 002025507746
What do you know, Erma Bombeck House is back at it, in an abbreviated note. I think once school gets more dominant, maybe we'll hear from you on all the dynamics of the little ones (or used to be little ones). Keep the pictures flowing. Liked the ones on Facebook but don't like the site myself.....too revealing to people who as you point out...are lurking.

dad

6/11/2009 3:03:44 PM - 002025507746
So happy to see you're back to writing. It makes me feel like we're part of the "Household". Can't wait to see you all and do some interval training on the beach!
Dad

5/11/2009 1:56:07 PM - 002064461814
I want to see the dresses - both of them.
Oh and I love reading your blog- so funny- you are a great writer!

5/4/2009 9:59:09 AM - 000062411248
Thanks guys! It was so much fun to make with Layton, and so easy!!! And I loved it with the Diet Sprite, very moist! Becky you'll have to let me know how it turns out.... andI I'm still waiting on pictures of the new you!!! :)

5/2/2009 5:33:41 PM - 001071518103
I love that cake! I may have to try it for Mallory's b-day. Beth sent me a blog with the recipe.

5/1/2009 6:21:55 PM - 002025507746
What a great set of pictures. The cake is beautiful! How did you do that Danielle? Layton is looking so grown up. Don't cut his hair until I see him in June. Way too short.

Keep up the dialogue and the site, it makes me feel like we're there. Right now we're in Arlington playing monopoly with Douglas and Michael. Teaching them some tricks!

Dad

4/30/2009 6:42:43 PM - 002024894309
I love Layton's little picture. Sweet, sweet...what a precious picture! If he is like me that is the prettiest cake ever. Color....lots of it...one of my favorite things!!

4/28/2009 5:17:41 PM - 002023818721
Danielle,
Your humor and zest for life are infectious! I wholeheartedly agree with your Mom and Dad - spread the word - your talent is obvious and I think many others could truly benefit from your hilarious insights! It's been so great getting to know you

4/26/2009 8:40:27 PM - 002024894309
I've told her that already many times. She is the new kid on the block....Irma Bombeck who? Danielle House is her name.

4/25/2009 6:26:26 PM - 002025507746
You've got a real talent for writing Danielle. This last one about the dress was a riot! I suggest that you submit some of your stories to a newspaper for review. Be sure to write you stories in MS word for spelling and syntax review. Then copy and paste it here for the site. You might be able to be the new Erma Bombeck.

4/21/2009 9:30:40 PM - 002025507746
Those are very kind words Danielle and Tj. I'm sure Grandma would love to see the home for her console. ('ll tell Marsie to bring it up for Grandma to see). It's very difficult to look back at one's life and to be sure that you've truly been the best you could have been. One way to know if you are treating people and your family with the respect that you would want yourself is to imagine you are at your own funeral. You are listening to the eulogy and to what your family and friends are saying about you. What is it that they are saying? Is it something that you can be proud of? Is it something that you wish you would not have done? Model your life and your relationships with your last days in mind. Make sure that you feel good when you're listening to those final thoughts and words about your life. It sounds like Grandma is on the right track and has been her whole life.

4/21/2009 5:19:30 PM - 002024894309
I am so glad that you have received something from your grandmother West that meant so much. Helen Jeanette Hetzel West will never know the magnitude of what she has meant to all of us and especially me. She is the epitomy of a stay at home mother! I recall their home on Beverly Place Dr. it was a brick home painted white and beautiful inside and out. I watched in awe as their new home was built and decorated on Running Meade Place. The art of decorating, gracious entertaining and homemaking has always been near and dear to my heart. What I didn't learn from my mother, four years of home economics, and art classes I learned from Jeanette and her mother, MaNettie. I was like a sponge around them. You look so much like MaNettie. God blessed me with two beautiful West daughters and I couldn't be more gratiful. I hope I have imparted to you their traditions and memories as well.

4/20/2009 12:08:08 PM - 000062411248
Yes, I know Kathleen I don't recall them this young either! Aghhhh!!

4/14/2009 12:28:58 PM - 002064338496
Wow Danielle, What a conundrum. I remeber those days, but I don't remember it starting quite so young for my boys. Take care.

4/14/2009 11:55:56 AM - 000062411248
Well Hello Caroline! It sure is nice to wake up and see a message from you! We too, enjoyed our brief stay in Athens and could see why so many love that area of Georgia-even IF you aren't a Bulldog! I remember when we first got there and seeing all the different painted bulldogs around town. The boys were in awe of the varied themes, and it became a favorite pastime looking for new ones, while out and about. I know I've thought of you and Mike often since baseball season is back in full swing. Layton loved being on such an active, and inspiring team last year-as did Tom and I both. We were just talking with him about that double play that went down that shocked us all. Too funny.
Thanks for following our adventures through Life As A House; hope I put a smile on your face when you least expect it~ Have a great day Caroline. And a big hello to all of the Lewis guys! Cheers~

4/13/2009 3:10:47 PM - 002064922290
Thanks for inviting us in to your home/lives. I love seeing your boys get sooo big. We enjoyed the short time you were in the Athens area. I love your pics and blogs. You are a hilarious journalist and you keep me laughing. Hope you had a great Easter.

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4/8/2009 7:13:16 PM - 002024894309
All I can say is good luck and I will keep you and Tom in our prayers. The really difficult times have just begun. It has always been called tough love. Hang in there....I feel your pain. Mama

4/8/2009 6:33:56 PM - 002025507746
Hooray for you Danielle. Tell him to get good on that guitar first. It expands the chick thing far beyond what he has now! Seriously, the dance social or whatever is fine, but over to her HOUSE alone, just the two of them.......NO WAY!
Dad

4/8/2009 6:28:23 PM - 000062411248
Dad,
I'll make some cookies for you when you come in June for your spay-shul birthday!

4/7/2009 6:06:08 PM - 002025507746
What great pictures Danielle. You, Tom and the boys look great. I want some COOKIES!
Dad

4/7/2009 12:48:09 PM - 002024894309
The pictures of the Easter Egg Hunt sure brought back happy memories. So much fun. Thanks for taking us there! Everything was beautiful, too.

3/11/2009 4:23:20 PM - 000062411248
ahahahahaha, very funny!

3/10/2009 1:18:28 PM - 002024894309
OMG, that was pretty funny, Doug. I had a hard time swallowing my coffee as I was tickled with chuckle.

3/9/2009 12:06:58 AM - 002025507746
Maybe Tom should accompany you to any of the coach's meetings in case you "butt dial" and we hear you screaming!

3/4/2009 1:10:59 AM - 000062411248
Dad, you're making me laugh! We (of course Tom too), know you didn't think there was domestic violence!! lol That's what made this whole butt dial thing even funnier and off the wall. Like I told Juetta, I would have been concerned if you heard screaming and didn't report it... So, no worries and trust me, Tom has laughed looking back at the whole thing.... Even the police officer's were laughing when he finally got me on the phone and had me on speaker... They said, "they had velcro handcuffs waiting for me"-- whatever that was suppose to mean... I know it wasn't funny at the time-but seriously... It's just so typical for what would happen around here... Life as a House is pretty comical 91% of with a little drama and mystery to top it off! We keep things interesting to say the least... It's what keeps us going... and coming back for more! LOL And yes, I will from now on give Tom my schedule, with names and addresses where I will be, we talked about that on my way home the night it happened...Love you both... :))

3/3/2009 7:14:43 PM - 002025507746

Just to get the record straight, especially for Tom.  When Juetta played the cell message of screaming in the background, we became very concerned.  We thought that you had intentionally dialed our number and left this message to warn us that you were in peril.  When I called your home and your cell phone and only got recordings, we became even more concerned.  I called 911 in Maui and told the dispatcher to get in touch with the VB police, she said, dial 411 for nationwide directory assistance.  That's how it works here in Maui!  So I went online and found the VB police dept and called.  They were very thorough in questioning me but I must make it clear about the domestic violence thing.  They asked me if it was domestic violence and I said no, there is no reason to suspect that.  I'm sure from their perspective it is the most common call they get.  What I couldn't believe is when they called me back and told me the father was there doing homework with the kids but hadn't asked to identify him by ID.  I had to tell them to do that.  What a bunch of crap.  It could have been the intruder who had coerced the kids to act normally or he would harm them or you.  Just shows sometimes how even professionals don't do what is common sense.  Anyway, wanted to make sure you both knew that we didn't say or even suspect domestic violence even though the police said there was a report of it.  Just remember... the police can lie to get a confession.  That's our system.

Next time Danielle, turn off the phone and tell Tom where you can be reached and at what address.  Thank you very much.

Dad

3/1/2009 2:58:07 PM - 002024894309

The life in the glass house of the Houses is never boring.  What an absolute hoot you are.  Dad and I have experienced many occaisions of 'butt calls' from our kids, mainly Phillip.  Having been called at all hours of the night giving me cause to hang on in hopes of trying to decifer the situation on the other end.  I have now been instructed by both Phillip and Troy to hang up, forget about it and try to go back to sleep.  Yada, yada.... easier said than done.   

3/1/2009 2:45:27 PM - 002024894309
Without a doubt....more than special.  I recall so many times pushing you in the stroller and people would literally stop me to gush over you.  I know I have told you that before and it is absolutey the truth.  Even then you were captivating and your big blue eyes drew everyone in.  I am so truly blessed that God chose me to be your mother.  Mama

2/27/2009 12:38:04 PM - 000062411248
Your sweet mom thanks! And I'm glad you feel that way! Is it "special" or "unique"? ahahahaha! Or different?!

2/26/2009 6:54:59 PM - 002024894309
You are the whole package! I'll bet he knew you were 'special' when he saw your smile and looked into your eyes. Love, Mama

2/12/2009 7:03:23 PM - 002025507746

Very thoughtful words.  We all have baggage that weighs us down.  It's whether we carry the baggage with us all the time that matters.  When the baggage gets too heavy, it's time to throw it away.  You did just that.  I've never seen you in those jeans Danielle, because I only look at you for who you are......and I am very proud.

Dad

1/8/2009 8:02:22 PM - 002025507746

I remember you and I talking about Taylor's first lesson at the new studio.  Have you talked with the studio about this?  What kind of screening process do they use?  What kind of references are utilized or do they just "hire" anyone who plays an instrument?  The most important thing is that Taylor wasn't hurt physically, but it may have hurt him mentally.  Does he still want to take lessons?  I certainly hope so.  Maybe the best approach is to find someone recommended by a friend or acquaintance rather than to use the "franchise/money or profit more important than quality" type of music box store.  Taylor can probably find out from some friends that play guitar and ask where they take lessons.  Remember, you guys did have a great teacher in Athens and don't paint everyone with the same color because of this experience.

Dad

12/17/2008 8:49:02 PM - 000062411248
Hey Dad, we didn't take any photos in the White House because we weren't allowed...  but we had a great time, very cold that day about 25 degrees and we walked a lot.  I want to take the boys back when the cherry blossoms are in bloom in the spring. 

12/16/2008 11:21:02 PM - 002025400542
Danielle,
    Just checked the blog for the first time in over a week!! Too funny!!!  No offense taken for Bill ....He knows he's a bit crazy, and yes he does pass the genetic predisposition on to all of his male heirs of getting up early for the job.  Work ethic I guess he calls it:)  Now for the snoring part...All three children have inherited his wonderful snoring to which I cannot fall asleep without hearing.  Sundi however, although she is so very much like her Dad in more ways than the boys, cannot claim the early morning ability to function.  She HATES the mornings!!! But can snore just like the guys within 30 seconds of falling asleep.  I have been told that I can produce some pretty loud pig noises while talking out loud in my sleep as well.  Tom and I have that in commom in addition to sleepwalking once in a great while.  Do you ever wonder what you married into?  I asked that of myself when I was introduced to Bill's parents, and I'm sure you must ask that yourself whenever  you see us!! It's OK... Life gives us some humor just to keep us in reality.
Love your blog, You can make me laugh every time!!!
Love Mom and Dad House (The early birds)

12/11/2008 9:11:13 PM - 002024894309

Danielle, First of all I loved yesterday's entry with a good laugh and I want you to know I am actually smiling as I write this after reading todays apology.  I know that your intentions were to share the funny and serious side of the getting back to normal after Tom's deployment.  I appreciate the fact that you realized that it might be taken as hurtful to Tom and his dad.  

Tom, don't worry, fact is most of us snore as we get older. I am proud of you for being the responsible and dedicated person you are and that you so dutifully get up that early everyday.  I am also proud of you, Danielle, for being quick to apologize and accept the possibility of sharing TMI was perhaps a mistake and that it cannot be fixed with justifications. 

I expected it would be an awakening for all of you to some degree with the 'man' of the Houses to be back home.  While Tom was away you and the boys got into a routine of your own and now you are kindly expected to automatically adjust.  It isn't easy and should be recognized as such.  This is all a natural process and don't be too hard on yourself, I thought it was a funny part of the whole reunion readjustment thing.

I also agree with Doug....you should be writing for a lot more people.  What about starting with a letter in some military newspaper.  I think you could be as good or better than Erma Boombeck from Dayton, Ohio.  She was very funny.  You go girl!!  Tom really won't mind if you use him while making money doing it.  I say bring on the laugh till you cry!!  You've always held my attention with laughter.  Love you, Mom   

12/11/2008 6:25:45 PM - 002025507746

Aloha Houses!

 

Danielle, your writing is excellent.  Have you ever thought of writing for a living?  Maybe start out with a local rag or take the big plunge and write a novel or short story.  Anyway, I always enjoy reading your "prose".

This is the first time I've been on the site since you reorganized it.  It is sooooooo much better.  Finally got caught up with your entries since Tom returned.  I didn't see anything about the White House.  Did you guys go and are you putting up some pix and prose?

Love Dad

Last night we set out for our first official Creeds social.  I guess every month a local restaurant sponsors the school and a percentage of the profit goes to the school.  So, I thought it would be a great way of meeting new faces.  It was from 5:30-7:30 and the kids were ready to go as soon as they walked in the door from school.  I managed to hold them off until 5:30.  It was held at Pungo Pizza, a locally owned family restaurant where they pride themselves on their homemade dough and all fresh ingredients. They also serve every other non-healthy Italian entree you can imagine, as well as homemade cakes and a freezer full Edy's ice cream.  I think that's the only reason the boys really wanted to go.  And then to top it all off, there is an arcade in the back room.  We had been there once to get ice cream when we first moved here but never eaten in nor looked around.

As we pulled in the tiny parking lot we could see there was already a nice crowd inside.  So, we enter the tiny restaurant and of course all eyes are on us!  Not only because we just walked in and there's nothing else to look at in the front room, but we're the new kids!!  And on a side note... I have this thing about crowds and being the center of attention.  In other words, I hate walking through the airport, I break out in hives!  Not really but may as well, my face turns so red and I get so hot I feel like I'm radiating my heat onto others.  But, then again that's what they get for staring.  Kind of strange though, because I love to people watch, but I am very careful not to let them see me watching them.  Sometimes you get the lunatics you catch staring at you and they don't look away!  OK, that's just rude!  Well, anyway got off on a tangent there....  so we walk in and a young high school girl finally, after 3 LONG minutes asks if the tables in the very middle of the room are OK, or would we like to go out on the patio?  Keep in mind it's so small, everyone can hear our conversation!  I think quickly and say "Oh great a patio, is it out back"?  I was thinking that must be where the lively crowd is...The girl says no and points to the small enclosed room we had just walked through, where NO ONE was!!  So, I politely said "Oh, that's OK, sure, this is great"!  So, we take our seat and are surrounded by all 10 booths forming a 90 degree angle around us!!  And better yet the table(s) that we were seated only sat two, so Layton and I sit down at one and then Taylor is sitting at the table next to us, by himself.  Immediately I see Layton take out his Nintendo DS from his short pocket and begin to turn it on....  Whoa...not here, not now!  I tell him no and of of course he has to ask why and beg and plead and cause a scene.  Oh great I think, not only are we dead  center of the dining room's attention but now you're going to cause a scene as soon as we sit down.  Not pretty...  So as I try to act like I am not bothered by any of this I finally realize Taylor is basically sitting at a table all by himself.  So, I don't want to stand up (as if no one notices us anyway)  to pull the table to us, so I try and start pulling the table, that has a CAST IRON stand, from my seated position, yeah I'm strong but not that strong.  I soon realize it's not budging and Taylor gets up and starts to help move it with me.  We finally get the table butted up against ours and I just want to leave already...  I quickly remember we could have called in our order and taken it home with us....  Oh well...  So the boys say they want a cheese pizza and I really wanted to try the seafood pizza but, I instead I just ate some of theirs, I wasn't in the mood to eat in the middle of everyone anyway. 

As we are waiting for the next 20 minutes for a waitress to take our order a stocky little guy , I think in Layton's class, comes over to our table from the back room (still don't know what's back there at that point) and says in a very loud voice...You guys can come play video games if you want...I don't have any money though to play.  I had already taken out cash because I knew I needed to be prepared for this.  So, I gave the boys a $20 and said go get change and  the boy shouted, "Oh there's a change machine".  Umm, yeah right....I told Taylor to get change from the lady at the counter I didn't want $20 in quarters...  So, they ran off and then I had the honor of sitting ALL by myself.  I waited and waited for the waitress, she finally came and I placed my order. 

I quickly realized Taylor never brought my change back and thought this was a perfect excuse to get the heck out of that room and go check out where they were.  So, I went through a very small enclosed middle room that had one booth and then entered this very large arcade room that had about 6-8  booths up against the back wall.  Oh, this is where we should have sat, but obviously those fill first.  So, I go up to Taylor and Layton to get my change.  Taylor is standing in the middle of two cute blondes that were playing car racing games.  One being his brother and the other which he was facing with his arm on the back of the chair I may add,  was a GIRL!!!!!  Yep....  So, as soon as he gave me my change, he said "you can go sit down now".  I almost fainted!  "What" I said, as if I didn't hear him.  And he kindly repeated himself, only this time with a bit more attitude.  I understood his NOT SO subtle hint and said "gee thanks"...  So, I let them have their kid time and went back to the boring front room to be everyones center of attention-- literally! 

At one point I saw Taylor and 'the girl' (later he introduced me to Audrey and her mother) walk up to the counter together.  I quickly looked away as if I didn't notice at all.  Definitely got me thinking, he's growing up. 'It's' happening... right before my eyes...  I can't believe I am about to enter this stage with him...Hold on tight mom!

So, we finally were served our pizza and it was as good as the owner said it would be, even though it was just plain cheese.  And the boys were quickly gone again.  And I sat there some more, alone...again.  It's amazing, it doesn't matter how old you get and how long ago you were the new kid, when you're put in a room (very small) where everyone knows everyone and no one knows you, flashbacks and feelings quickly flood your mind.  It would have been different I know, if it weren't in that kind of setting, but for our first social I have to say, there wasn't a lot of socializing going on!!!  I think next time we should have it at Happy Hour somewhere!  

We've all been told at one time or another, it's good to know your neighbors.  But, in 2008 that is a little harder than it once was.  We all are really busy and generally don't make the effort it requires. 

Well. We came from a quaint, highly unusual by todays standards, neighborhood where everyone knew everyone.  And if by chance we didn't know someone personally, we at least knew something about them.  The homes were on zero-lot lines, meaning just enough room for a small flower bed and perhaps a crepe myrtle.  Needless to say, we 'knew' our neighbors, and I'm sure they knew more about us than I would have intended.  I swore many nights that Tom was going to wake everyone around (and scare them!)  with his snoring-you think I'm kidding don't you?  I wish. 

Really though, it was lovely.  For the most part we loved and very much enjoyed our neighbors.  We always knew that no matter what time of day or night, we could call someone if need be.  And too many days to count were spent on someone's back patio or visiting in the alley, just to visit.  We would welcome the seasons together and we shared life together.

We went back to visit this summer and sat in the same chairs in their kitchens and drank from the same glasses and were offered the same yummy treats.  And we know, if we ever go back we are always welcome and most definitely expected.  They were known as our "neighbors", but became our family.  It was a perfect neighborhood for the Houses, at that time in our life, for so many reasons.

Ok, I know this story is old and way over with...but I have to finish it anyway.  I have been busy getting things ready for school to start next week, mom came in yesterday until Saturday and then dad and Juetta come in on Saturday and then mom brings Granny back on Tuesday for a week.  So, it's been busy busy around this House!!

 

 

So, when I got online I received an email saying that the tickets I bought were no longer available.  Are you kidding??  But, I had the confirmation email and went online to my bank and saw they were pending!!!  No way!  So, I took the boys from the mountain top they were on and into a ditch in the valley all in a matter of maybe 30 minutes!  Wow, did I feel like the "Worst Mother of the Year" 

When I told the boys, they were disappointed, to say the very least.  But, they were so understanding and assured me it was alright... even though they wanted me to cont. to search for tickets online....  so I did and got a bit consumed with it actually, but finally said you know what, if it's meant to be, it will happen, if not...it's OK and at least we still get to see them on base.

So, we rushed out the door to get our place in line, basically to walk by the Jonas Brothers and see them up close and personal.  I knew this was a big deal, but I don't think I realized how big until we got there, and stood almost 2 hours before in the blazing hot sun and then about 1 1/2 hours more after, to see them exit the building and get into the hummer and drive away. By the way, that night on the news, moms were interviewed saying they had been there since 5 in the morning!! 

I will never forget the sounds of the screaming girls.  The piercing shrieks that numbed your ears in a way only rock concerts do.  I have never seen the amount of girls and mothers swooning to just get a 'glimpse' of these stars!  There was even a fight that occured (just yelling, thankfully) between two moms!!  Two grown women, in front of their children, about someone standing in their 'space', and too close to them that they wouldn't be able to see the band as well.  A guard had to get involved and it ended with the angry, hostile mother (wobbling away in her cast up to her knee!) grabbed her daughter by the arm (who by this point was crying hysterically) and leaving the scene to find I guess another spot!  Very dramatic indeed.  My boys were just looking at me and you could tell they wanted to burst into laughter-we all did!  And there we were in the midst of it.

Two things I took away from that day.  The first, God definitely knew me better than I even knew myself when he gave me boys!  Girls are a handful!  And more importantly, God answers and cares about even the smallest of things in our life, no matter how trivial they may seem.  I asked for something and he answered.   Our prayers aren't always answered and sometimes they aren't always answered in the way we may have expected.  But, I find comfort in knowing that His will is perfect and I find my peace in that.  Again I thank Him for loving us so much, just as a father does. 

SO, Tuesday I wake up knowing this is going to be a great day, one that will go down in the books.  One that will put me up there with all the other cool moms who take their kids to th "it" concerts.  Only this was going to be even better, because they still didn't know.  And not only that, but they were going to get to see them on base too, before the concert! 

So, I set out to get some groceries to make a fabulous picnic dinner, because of course any great concert on the lawn requires great eats!   On my way home, I call to check on the boys.  Layton had just gotten up and I said so, are you ready to see the Jonas Brothers today?  Layton said what, we're going to see the Jonas Brothers??? I said yeah, remember on base today.  I could hear Taylor saying in the background, what? are we going?!?!  Then Layton said no, she just means on base.  Taylor gets on the phone and says mom, you should see how much these tickets are going for online...  He cont. to tell me all about it and I acted very interested but, disappointed that we wouldn't be going...  I said, Taylor I didn't realize you wanted to go to this concert so bad, I wish you would have told me earlier.  (seriously, no kidding, lawn tickets went for $75 for a pack of four originally!  Now I know.)  I just reminded him oh well, maybe next time, but at least we get to see them on base.  All the while, inside I am just bursting at the seams, knowing we are in fact going!!!

I just can't take it anymore and actually act like my cell phone is cutting in and out and hang up!  I am literally on our street at that time.  I pull up, have them help me unload, make a big breakfast of eggs, bacon, english muffins, oj and the entire time I'm cooking and unloading groceries they are steadily talking about tickets.  They start in on the lawn tickets... and I interrupt and ask 'well if you had lawn tickets would you want to sit in chairs or on a blanket'.  They kind of ignore that question and I say it again... and Taylor looks at me with those eyes of..."what mom?  what are you talking about? gosh, you are so clueless." and then he says (if only you could hear his voice)  "ughh, what does it matter... we're not going anyway"  and there was no thought in it what so ever, I just blurted out "YES YOU ARE!!!!!  WE"RE GOING TO THE JONAS BROTHERS!!"  It took Taylor a brief second to take it in and realize I was serious and then Layton of course started yelling like a school girl. 

So, now that it was out, we had to hurry, lots of things to get done.  We needed to be leaving in 2 hours to get to the base, to get in line and we needed to have everything ready for the concert so when we got back we could grab our stuff and go.  I went to get online to get directions to the venue and what did I find???? 

 

Part 3 tomorrow. 

*By the way, I wrote this last night and lost it all!  Nothing like a re-write!*

Ok, Sunday I was on the phone talking to Juetta when I heard a small aircraft literally flying over the treetops.  It was right over our house when I noticed it was pulling a banner that read...JONAS BROTHERS CONCERT AUGUST 19, 7PM.  I called for the boys to run and see it, because for starters it was so close to our house, literally right above us and...it had to do with the Jonas Brothers!  I knew they would think that was super cool!

I had been hearing on and off since we've been here about this concert and as it drew near, it dawned on me... (Yeah, yeah, I know it took me awhile)...that the boys would really like to go and would enjoy this concert.  So, at that moment the light bulb went off...and the realization set in that this was a sold out show and less than 2 days away...so naturally, I said a prayer.   Lord, I know this is crazy, but if there is anyway we could see the Jonas Brothers, show us the way.  Yeah, I know nothing like asking the Big Man at the last minute, although I know he gets a lot of those...probably more last minute requests than anything, actually.  Anyway and I remember praying it again sometime later that day as well.

So, Monday rolls around and the boys really wanted to go to the waterpark at Oceana Air Station.  As we were pulling into the base I noticed a sign at the NEX that read...JONAS BROTHERS HERE AUG 10-1PM!  I quickly showed Taylor and said should we turn around?  Do you want to go in and find out exactly what's going tomorrow?  (Keep in mind this is the same child that on the way to the water park was griping that 4 hours wasn't going to be long enough)  so I didn't want to take time out of their sliding... he thought for a split second and said yes, turn around.  And at that moment I recalled the prayers I had the day before and smiled to myself. 

And so, we waited in line to get through the security gate, made a U-turn, found a parking spot and went inside the NEX.  Once inside we found two ladies setting up a small stage, obviously for the Jonas Brothers.  They informed us the week before 150 peoples names were drawn to have their photo taken with the brothers on stage.  They would be there for 30 minutes and while those winners had their picture taken, there would be a line that would go directly in front of the band and we could take our own pictures.  No autographs, no talking to them, just a walk by, very quickly I may add.  Ok, I said. Cool!  We'll be here!  And as we were walking out, I could tell it was exciting for Taylor and Layton, just the thought that they were going to see them in 'real-life', but I also know Taylor.  He's not some tween girl who thinks the guys are dreamy and obsessed with the idea of a marriage proposal at ripe age of 12... he's a kid that's really into music, learning to play the bass guitar and enjoys listening to theirs and watching them on Disney... and would love to see them perform in person.

So, I just continued to talk it up and we finished our day at the waterpark.  

Not until late Sunday night...yes I am a very free spirited, full of spontaineity...did I think more of the concert and wonder what if???  SO, my curiosity got the best of me and I googled just for kicks, Jonas Brothers Virginia Beach.  And went on Tickets Now. They were showing 3 prices available... $89 lawn tickets-9 left, seats for $1200- 2 left, and then something for $2000, who knows because I wasn't interested.... what I was interested in though was 3 lawn tickets.  So without hesitation I purchased 3 tickets.  At that moment, I felt like I had just won the lottery.  I began to feel like I was one those out of control screaming, pre-adolescent school girls about to attend the concert of the year.  Was this really happening?  Had I really just scored 3 tickets at a pretty darn good price at the very last minute!  And was I about to be Mother of the Year or what?  Ohh yeahh.  I had this in the bag.  Now, all I had to do, was decide how I was going to surprise the boys with the news.  Oh, Tuesday was going to be a BIG day for the House's, a very BIG day indeed. 

 

I write this letter Tom to say this:  You are a great Dad.  You are a wonderful husband.  You are a father and a husband complete.  I know this and also know you disagree.  You believe that as a Dad you could do better; I know you do more than you know and that you are more appreciated than you can imagine.  You believe you are not the husband you could be; I know that marriage is tough and that has its ups and downs, but also that your love for each other is so much stronger than either of you can see, but that all who loves you both can.

 

Life is joy and laughter, fun and delightful, and ours to suffer - - a night or weeks away in a hotel, working overtime or the late shift- perhaps that second job, just to pay bills.  It is missing that special recital, that play-off game, and being absent and not hearing that first word or seeing the loosing of that first tooth.  Even more, it is not being home to wipe-away a child’s tears or to give comfort when there is a nasty bo-bo.  It is these times together that make sharing together so important, and these times apart that breaks our very heart.

 

I wish I could whisk you home, but I can’t and I shouldn’t.  You are at your post at watch for a nation at rest, and I and those whom you know and whom you don’t understand a soldier’s sworn duty.  In a blink of an eye Taylor and Layton will come to fully understand your oath and honor.  And on some night much sooner than you can imagine, your sons will speak of you as they tuck their children into bed.  They will speak of your love for our God, for His Son and our savior the Lord Jesus.  They will smile as they recall sunny days with balls and bats, soccer balls and basketballs. And their face will beam wit h pride and as they explain how honored and proud they are to have a Dad who answered his nation’s call, a dad who was an officer and a gentleman.

 

We miss you and know you miss us.  But rest peacefully when you can my son, and try not to dwell on time.  Know that your path is good and right, and that very soon you will be home in the arms of those you love and who love you.

 

Tom, I would like to share with you one final thought.  I know you are older and stronger and that even though you ache to be home, you adjust and move on.  But this comes from your knowing that this trial, like all trials, will one day end.  This maturity that comes forward when you wrestle with these emotions also gives you soundness in your decision making and judgment.  You truly are a man.

 

But it is a simple truth that the young sailors under your charge have no such maturity and steal.  Please, in some way appropriate, convince these young sailors when you sense their sadness or loneliness that time will pass, and that they too will soon be home.  Assure them that their role has meaning, and with earnest and truth, acclaim to them that there are thousands upon thousands of moms and dads who worry for them as though they are their own, who pray for them each and every day, and who want them to know that they are not forgotten!

 

You are a Dad and a husband; and you are our hero.

 

I am proud of you.  I love you.

 

Dad

I received a copy of this letter that was written to Tom this morning.  Nothing like starting your morning with a good cry.  So I thought I'd share...  It will be posted in two parts.

 

Good Day Son:

 

I love you, I am proud of you, and I'm proud of those with whom you serve - - at sea and at brothers-in-arms.  Ours is a great nation, made worthy by us, her boys and girls, women and men, who honor her and who love and worship a true and caring God.  But our honor, love and worship saves only our souls.  It is you and yours, our soldiers and sailors at arms, that protect our heritage and goodness, and that keeps us safe from harm.

 

A young American often joins our military with a desire to do good, to stand out, to become a cut above others... a soldier in uniform!  Away and alone, that young soldier or sailor finds that realty is loneliness and long hours, little else.  And when his (or her) service is complete, the opportunity to become "free," a civilian again, outweighs a military life for most.  With age, that American will recall the military life with fondness, forgetting how either truly grueling or boring a day can be, and only then recognize the great honor and respect he earned for himself so many years ago.  He will be proud that he served and truly understand just how important his service actually was.

 

It is also with age and wisdom that that young soldier will come to realize that the "free" life he envisioned is, in fact, often times more harsh and unfair than that of the military.  It is only then that he weighs and questions his long-ago decision to leave the military.  But how can that wisdom be passed on to any young man wanting to be free?  It can't, not usually.  He will not learn for many years that freedom really is just another word for "nothing left to lose."

 

We are where we are in life; in a hotel, at the late shift, or even away at sea.  But it is that very work- that separation, that is as much of life as lovingly tucking a little boy into bed at night.  While direct, the phrase "it is what it is" is often an accurate term to describe life, but at life's end it is what life holds for us, be it good or bad, funny or painful, that makes us both strong and tender.  But of all we experience, it is the freely giving and helping of others, and the joyous and loving moments we share with our children and moms and dads and brothers and sisters and grandparents that have real and lasting meaning.  Away from home it is our achievements at the very work we disliked , the tasks that we faced and conquered, that fulfills our desire to succeed and to be recognized.  It is these, our belonging to a family and our work deeds and relationships, which we most openly experience.  But it is the combining of these experiences while following the path He lays before us that makes us balanced, happy, and the person who He hoped and new we could become.

As the boys were playing this evening in a tree, Taylor made the comment that he thought Layton was 'born to climb trees'... of course just like his old pal Hayden back in TN.  Layton said, "what?! I wasn't born to climb trees!  I was too small! I was born to eat ice cream!"  So it got me thinking... what was I "born to do or be"  what did Taylor feel he was born to do?

So, as the boys sat at the counter later this evening building sculptures with wine corks, and we listened to the rain falling and the wind blowing through our open doors and windows, I asked Taylor what he thought he was born to do... He thought for a moment, and I was expecting something great of course... and then Layton yelled, "to eat ice cream!"  Taylor laughed, and said I don't know... and with a smile he said, "born to build Legos."  Well, that would have been just cute and funny, but the thing is, he was half serious in saying that.  Two days ago while at Target, he found a manager and asked him who built the Lego displays...he was interested in getting paid to do what he loves!  Smart kid.  Unfortunately for his sake, they are sent from the Lego Corp. office.  Good mindset though!

So again, I ask myself. What was I born to...  I have pondered that for many years now.  Things come and go.  Possibilities and interests.  But, for now...

I was born to bring a smile to my parents face, I was born to be a sister, I was born to be a wife, I was born to be a friend, I was born to be a mentor, I was born to be a mother, I was born to be a teacher, I was born to love God, I was born to learn, and I was born to be an example for my children.  And for now, that is good.  For now, I am happy I was born to Be.

We have one exrtra month of summer this year!  Yes, it is a good thing!  How did we manage that you ask... or more importantly, how am I managing that?!  Well, we were in Athens before we moved to Virginia Beach, and the schools in the south get out mid May time frame and headed back this week!!  So, as most of my friends are enjoying some peace and quiet again, perhaps with one less child or all at school during the day, I have a bit longer to go...

VB schools start back the day after Labor Day, which is how I remember it being when I was little.  I like having all of August.  There was just something I didn't agree with about sending the kids back in some of the hottest days of the summer.  And shopping for school clothes...that's a whole other issue, but the retailers are geared up for Fall/Winter!  SO, my suggestion for those that sent kiddos back this week...  What the heck, put them in their suits, throw a t-shirt over those board shorts, let them where their flops, 'cause when they get home it'll be as hot as you know what and they're gonna want to go swimming anyway!!  Then in a few weeks when those great Labor Day sales roll around, you can get some new cooler weather clothes on sale! 

So, with this extra month of summer... it is nice.  We have a bit more time to prepare for school, since we have been so busy with the move and a bit more time to adjust to our new environment.  And I can see the people and cars starting to dwindle down around the beach, looks like the vacationers are slowing down a bit, which leaves the beach to the locals!  Can't complain there!  So, with the few weeks left, I think we will soak up a bit more sun, catch as many waves as we can, get our car a bit more sandy and continue washing loads of beach towels!  And, most importantly, soak up as much time with these boys as possible, because believe it or not... this summer has gone by way too fast!

 

So, yesterday was a big day for me.  One I will cherish for many years and will always remember. 

I knew "it" had to be done, I wasn't going to be intimidated by him, I wouldn't let it go another day.  I was determined and bold.  I was going to introduce myself.  To John, he lives in this little house, actually on the property, I know weird...

Well, Tom sort of introduced us before he left, but we didn't "really" get to know each other-if you catch my drift.  So... at about 2PM, I gathered myself and some courage, changed into a different outfit and set out to do it, once and for all.

Tom left me the key to get in of course... 

As I opened the doors, there he was, John Deere and all his glory.  And he's all mine, for four whole months!  How much I take advantage of him, is entirely my decision.  He wasn't as difficult to handle as I imagined, he rode well, and I found... I like John!  I look forward to our next visit.  There's only one thing...

I had to get another man involved with what John and I shared together.  And this is where Gary, our neighbor across the street comes into the picture.

So, my job was almost complete when I got a little carried away in the heat of the moment and got John stuck- not bad, just not something I could resolve on my own- I tried.

So, I waited... and waited... and waited... He waited too- he was the one stuck after all.  And as Layton and I lay swinging in the hammock (waiting, and thinking of course) we saw someone slow down in their truck--"oh, they're gonna help!" Layton yelled.  I jumped up and preceded down the drive- and they drove off.  Apparently they didn't want to get in the middle of it. 

Great... so I called my parents and they suggested I tie a leash (cable) to my truck and pull him out.  Reminded me of what one of my brothers did once, only he used a real walking leash and attached a car to another~didn't work out so well for him!

Anyway, just as I was about to embark on this other adventure with my 'Deere John', I saw my neighbor coming home from a long day.  Before he could open his mailbox, I yelled from across the street, "Umm.. do you mind helping me?"  And he did- He got John out with a heavy duty strap and his truck, and then as he was about to leave I remembered... shoot!  I need to ask him another favor.  "umm.. yeah.. while you're here... I want to ask you... isn't your wife a nurse?  Do you think she'd mind giving me my shots every week while Tom's gone?"

And she did, today.  So... get to know your neighbors.  This is good. 

OK, I have met a few neighbors, but just really in passing, on my walks.  Two doors down is the Chief of Police, that's a good thing, I suppose.  And at the local auto shop I met someone that happened to be my neighbor, a retired navy chief, and I met the young lady down the street with her 4 horses, that Dash loves to visit.  In fact, she offered for the boys to come down and ride on Sundays.  Hope she was serious, because my boys don't forget a thing!  Then I met one of my neighbors across the street on my way home from a walk, he stopped what he was doing which is also the local past time and entertainment (mowing!!) to introduce himself, also retired navy.  And before Tom left, he introduced me to a retired Master Chief, also across the street.  Both, neighbors beside me though....  haven't met.  I have however met the owner's of the local "honor" produce stand down the street.  Sweet older couple who give out peaches to the kids if they happen to be out when we stop by.  Only seen them once though.  Usually, I just grab what I need and bolt!  Just kidding... you write it down and then put it with your money in a box.  Country living at it's best I tell you.  This is good.

Well, here we are nestled in Pungo.  We have moved to the country.  We are close enough to go to the beach daily, yet far enough from the hustle and bustle of the vacationers.  I have never lived in a more tranquil setting, really.  As I sit here I can't help but feel at peace.  The breeze, the sounds, of nature, the smells that make you enjoy enhaling every breath.  This is the life: yet I haven't gotten to know my neighbors, not really.  But, I know they've heard us, it's hard not too, out here in "splendor"... but that too is OK~ for now. 

I can't imagine being anywhere else in the world right at this moment, than sitting at my half-stripped, kitchen table looking out my open sliding glass doors and listening to the crickets dance.  This is good.

So...  here we are... set back on 3 1/2 acres of lush grass, beautiful trees, flowers, plants, vegetable gardens, herbs, etc...  And, Tom leaves....  He helped to get us all set up and then he bolted!  Right for the USS Kearsarge.  He just couldn't wait to get the heck out of dodge!  No, I am only kidding....  He is the Wardrooms' Officer and deployed for 4 short months to the Caribbean (don't you feel sorry for him) with Continuing Promise 08, a humanitarian mission.  He gets to make sure everyone is fed properly and oversees the Distinguished Visitor's that come on the ship, as well as any DV's dinners they have planned in each port.  I guess he is the Kearsarge's "hotel and restaurant manager" you can say...

So, before he left one of the things he had to teach me was how to mow the lawn.  Ok, you can laugh now.  No, this little princess 'wanna-be' has never mowed a blade of grass---ever!  So... I now have some, just a tad, to manage while he's away.  Too, bad he isn't gone over the winter months.  Nope.  He is gone not only through the hottest, and most busy mowing season of the year, (remember all of my new neighbors favorite past time!) but oddly enough he planned it just right, to lead me into beautiful Autumn.  Ahh... yes.... Can't you just wait.  The smells, the colors and of course... the leaves.  You see, we will have some leaves and not just a little.  I can only imagine. We will have huge mounds!  Notice that was PLURAL.  Mounds in which the boys will laugh, cry and get irritated over.  Why, you say?  Well, they will be right there with me with a handy dandy rake.  We have plenty, I've already checked.  Be sure to see the pictures, coming soon!  This is good.