OK, maybe not a gajillion. But we were counting at breakfast one morning and my kids have been to 13 countries, Jack has been to 16, and after my deployment, I will have been to 23. Wow! In school every time they talk about a new place, James’ classmates ask him if he’s been there. A few weeks ago, Heather’s Spanish teacher told her that French is the hardest language to learn. Heather begged to differ. I suppose if you have spent your life in South Carolina and now you are still there teaching high school, you may think French is pretty hard. But my ninth grader who spent a year in Japanese class- learning to read it, write it, and speak it, can tell you that Japanese is way harder than French. And she did it is 7th grade. They told her she would get high school credit for it. Well, she can get elective credit, but this school insists they have to have 3 yrs of the same language, so it doesn’t count for her high school language. Oh well.
I think it’s really cool that because of the military, we have been able to give our kids such a great childhood that includes traveling to exotic countries like Australia, Thailand and China, as well as more typical ones like England, Germany and Italy. It’s really hard on them when we move and they have to learn a whole new area and they have to make new sets of friends, but I know that they will always have fond memories of the places they have been. It’s also an incredible way to learn that America is not the center of the universe and to see first-hand that there are starving kids in the world who would love to have their vegetables. Or their cell phone, or their iPods, or their bikes. Or a bed. Or any number of things that we take for granted. I read the other day that 60% of the world lives on less than $2.50 per day. That is amazing. We are so rich and so lucky to be living in the greatest country on the face of the earth. I hope my kids grow up appreciating that.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Figured out how to leave a comment!
I fixed it so you can leave a comment anonymously. You can sign your name or you can figure out how to use one of the other "IDs" that are choices in the comment section. But "anonymou" definitely works!
A Thought on Thoughts
If you’ve been reading this blog over the last month, you may notice that I seem to start in one direction and then head in a completely different direction. I’ll tell you how that happens. When I sit down to write, I only have a vague notion of what I’m going to say. I read the other day that the difference between an introvert and an extrovert is how they think and make decisions. An introvert thinks things over in their mind and then comes to a decision and then shares it out loud. The extrovert thinks out loud, talking as they go. As they talk, they clarify how they feel about a topic. That’s me. This very paragraph is an example in point- I only had the opening sentence planned. Until an instant before I wrote it, I had no idea that I would tell you the difference between introverts and extroverts. I just think out loud on this blog and then my thoughts solidify.
In the last blog, Deployment Planning, my intent was to tell you about what goes into getting ready to deploy. That will have to wait for another day. Because what came out was my feelings about taking care of people and how important I hold that responsibility and musings regarding resiliency. A few days ago, I did not know when I started that I would end up discussing happy cows and happy dinner. But I did. And I felt better for it.
So, thank you for going on this thought journey with me. This blog has been good for me to get my thoughts out and to help me clarify how I feel about things. I have a gajillion thoughts in my head all day and it helps to be able to get them out. Some people journal. I never really liked that. I read for my medical management class recently that a person should write uncensored for 10 minutes every day. That sounds like an incredible chore to me! So I write when I feel like it, about things that seem important to me at the time and hopefully you will remain interested. I hope that as the deployment progresses, I will be able to share about the lives of airman in a combat zone: Thoughts, fears, accomplishments, and hopes. We have great Americans doing great things and I can’t wait to tell you about them!
In the last blog, Deployment Planning, my intent was to tell you about what goes into getting ready to deploy. That will have to wait for another day. Because what came out was my feelings about taking care of people and how important I hold that responsibility and musings regarding resiliency. A few days ago, I did not know when I started that I would end up discussing happy cows and happy dinner. But I did. And I felt better for it.
So, thank you for going on this thought journey with me. This blog has been good for me to get my thoughts out and to help me clarify how I feel about things. I have a gajillion thoughts in my head all day and it helps to be able to get them out. Some people journal. I never really liked that. I read for my medical management class recently that a person should write uncensored for 10 minutes every day. That sounds like an incredible chore to me! So I write when I feel like it, about things that seem important to me at the time and hopefully you will remain interested. I hope that as the deployment progresses, I will be able to share about the lives of airman in a combat zone: Thoughts, fears, accomplishments, and hopes. We have great Americans doing great things and I can’t wait to tell you about them!
Prepping for Deployment
Well, the time is getting close. I’ve got my uniforms and they have all the stuff sewn on them. I just need to soak them in Permethrin for 3 hours- it’s a mosquito repellent and lasts through several washings. Afghanistan has malaria and malaria is spread by mosquitoes. We take medications to prevent malaria, but it’s better to never get bitten by the evil vector in the first place. I’ve got long underwear, but it’s made for men and does not fit my body type at all, so I’ll be leaving that home. They also gave me knee and elbow pads. I just can’t imagine what I will do with those! I bought four new sets of PT uniforms, including some new sweatshirts. We are not allowed to wear any civilian clothes, only uniforms or PT uniforms. And laundry is unreliable, so it’s hard to predict if you send some away, when it will come back! I’ve got two gigantic duffle bags to put it all in, plus a couple of awesome military backpacks. When I return home from TDY next week, I’ll go through all my personal items and see what else I need. Yesterday, I went over to public health and then to my doc in flight medicine and got six months of my few personal meds and my malaria prevention meds. I have never come home with a shopping bag full of drugs before! I felt like an elderly person! It would be nice to think that I could get a resupply while there, but that might be possible.
I’ve talked to the person I’ll be replacing and he says I’ll be in a dorm building with my own room. Most of the personnel are in “B-huts”. Not sure what an A-hut or a C-hut is, but a B-hut is a plywood building with walls that do not go all the way to the top and about 6-8 people live there. It’s freezing in winter and boiling in summer. It’s best to take ear plugs. Conversations are not private and people basically get sick of being near each other. I guess being a commander will have its privileges. I’ll also have access to cable and internet in the room if I want to pay for it.
Yesterday I sat with our psychologist for about 30 minutes and discussed resiliency. It’s an interesting concept. PTSD is caused by extraordinary events happening to ordinary people. But not everyone exposed to trauma gets PTSD. The reasons why have been getting a lot of attention recently. There is a theory that some people are naturally more resilient than others and thus are more resistant to the effects of trauma. Optimists are more resilient than pessimists. People with strong family ties are more resilient than those who don’t have that. And people who engage in positive self talk do better as well. I think I’m pretty resilient. I tend to get over things pretty quickly, sometimes faster than I think I should. Sometimes I feel I should care more than I do and wonder maybe something is wrong because I don’t. My concern is that as the commander, the one responsible for the well being of my airmen, I want to be able to help my people be resilient. I want to be able to recognize when they are not doing well and to help them get help when they need it. That is the main function of a commander. Anyone can run meetings, set policy, and sign paperwork. But the main job of the commander is to take care of their people, both professionally and personally.
In my last command, I would frequently exhort my airmen to be careful and not get hurt, because I couldn’t imagine having to make the phone call home to tell their mother what had happened to them. I never said it out loud, but I really was concerned that it would happen on my watch and that there might been something I could have done to prevent it and would have carried guilt forever. My goal for this deployment is to take great care of patients and to take great care of my airmen. I want them to go home intact- both physically and mentally. The patients already come to us damaged, but if I can take care of the folks who take care of them, then I will be successful.
I’ve talked to the person I’ll be replacing and he says I’ll be in a dorm building with my own room. Most of the personnel are in “B-huts”. Not sure what an A-hut or a C-hut is, but a B-hut is a plywood building with walls that do not go all the way to the top and about 6-8 people live there. It’s freezing in winter and boiling in summer. It’s best to take ear plugs. Conversations are not private and people basically get sick of being near each other. I guess being a commander will have its privileges. I’ll also have access to cable and internet in the room if I want to pay for it.
Yesterday I sat with our psychologist for about 30 minutes and discussed resiliency. It’s an interesting concept. PTSD is caused by extraordinary events happening to ordinary people. But not everyone exposed to trauma gets PTSD. The reasons why have been getting a lot of attention recently. There is a theory that some people are naturally more resilient than others and thus are more resistant to the effects of trauma. Optimists are more resilient than pessimists. People with strong family ties are more resilient than those who don’t have that. And people who engage in positive self talk do better as well. I think I’m pretty resilient. I tend to get over things pretty quickly, sometimes faster than I think I should. Sometimes I feel I should care more than I do and wonder maybe something is wrong because I don’t. My concern is that as the commander, the one responsible for the well being of my airmen, I want to be able to help my people be resilient. I want to be able to recognize when they are not doing well and to help them get help when they need it. That is the main function of a commander. Anyone can run meetings, set policy, and sign paperwork. But the main job of the commander is to take care of their people, both professionally and personally.
In my last command, I would frequently exhort my airmen to be careful and not get hurt, because I couldn’t imagine having to make the phone call home to tell their mother what had happened to them. I never said it out loud, but I really was concerned that it would happen on my watch and that there might been something I could have done to prevent it and would have carried guilt forever. My goal for this deployment is to take great care of patients and to take great care of my airmen. I want them to go home intact- both physically and mentally. The patients already come to us damaged, but if I can take care of the folks who take care of them, then I will be successful.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Dumb Animals
This is the quote on my horse calendar this month (Thanks, Jack!)
"They are called dumb animals. And so they are, for they cannot tell us what is wrong. But they do not suffer less because they have no words." Black Beauty (Anna Sewell)
That's one of my favorite books. It just breaks my heart how the animals are treated. They are running a commercial right now for some animal charity and it shows all these horrible pictures of suffering animals while playing sad music. If I actually watch, it chokes me up every time. I just can't bear the thought of animals suffering.
So how/why do I eat meat? I tried to be a vegetarian once- that lasted 3 days. I love meat. But I want my meat to be happy before I eat it. I want to eat a cow, but I want it to live a happy cow life, muching placidly on grass with other happy cows. Cows should not eat grain- they make too much gas and then get sick and have to go on antibiotics so they don't get an infection and die before they are the right size to be dinner. They shouldn't be crowded into some horrible feedlot where they have no room to move. And they should not be shoved into a chute before they before they are (maybe ineffectively) killed. They should be happy grass munchers until they walk pleasantly into a place where they are suddenly and painlessly zapped to death and then butchered in a sanitary way that doesn't blow their bone marrow into my dinner. And if that means I would pay more for that meat- so be it. I buy a lot of my meat now from the Farm Store up the road. Their chickens walk on grass and eat bugs and lay happy eggs. The goats and sheep eat grass and live outside and are happy. When they go to the slaughter house, they are gently ushered in and the meat picker (Mike) would get yelled at by slaughter lady if he rushes them in or stresses them or uses any tool to force them in. She doesn't want them to have stress hormones in their blood when they are sacrificed. So yes, it costs more, but I'm happy to know my dinner was happy.
"They are called dumb animals. And so they are, for they cannot tell us what is wrong. But they do not suffer less because they have no words." Black Beauty (Anna Sewell)
That's one of my favorite books. It just breaks my heart how the animals are treated. They are running a commercial right now for some animal charity and it shows all these horrible pictures of suffering animals while playing sad music. If I actually watch, it chokes me up every time. I just can't bear the thought of animals suffering.
So how/why do I eat meat? I tried to be a vegetarian once- that lasted 3 days. I love meat. But I want my meat to be happy before I eat it. I want to eat a cow, but I want it to live a happy cow life, muching placidly on grass with other happy cows. Cows should not eat grain- they make too much gas and then get sick and have to go on antibiotics so they don't get an infection and die before they are the right size to be dinner. They shouldn't be crowded into some horrible feedlot where they have no room to move. And they should not be shoved into a chute before they before they are (maybe ineffectively) killed. They should be happy grass munchers until they walk pleasantly into a place where they are suddenly and painlessly zapped to death and then butchered in a sanitary way that doesn't blow their bone marrow into my dinner. And if that means I would pay more for that meat- so be it. I buy a lot of my meat now from the Farm Store up the road. Their chickens walk on grass and eat bugs and lay happy eggs. The goats and sheep eat grass and live outside and are happy. When they go to the slaughter house, they are gently ushered in and the meat picker (Mike) would get yelled at by slaughter lady if he rushes them in or stresses them or uses any tool to force them in. She doesn't want them to have stress hormones in their blood when they are sacrificed. So yes, it costs more, but I'm happy to know my dinner was happy.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Communication
Egads! Is there any area in a relationship more fraught with danger than communication? My husband and I get a long great. We used to talk about all kinds of things like our dreams, hopes and fears. Seems that now we now the answers to those questions, there’s not a whole lot to talk about except the business of life. What time do the kids need to be at their sports? What time are we going to our friends’ house over the weekend? What’s for dinner and who’s cooking it? But one thing we have discovered over the years is that we think completely differently. There is no possible way that I could guess how he will think about a plan. I know his values and I know his politics. But when it comes to the process of thinking….that’s where it all falls apart. If we get separated and I assume that we’ll just meet back we start, he’ll assume we will meet back where we were supposed to end. If I think a problem through in one direction, he’ll invariably think it through a different way. And goodness! It’s that different way that causes so much trouble!
I was reading the difference today between thinking styles. He is very detail oriented and takes things one step at a time and in order. I’m more of a big picture person. I prefer to make plans and leave the details to someone else, if it’s going to take a long time. Maybe that’s where part of the problem is. Plus, in a discussion, we have to have the “he said, she said” autopsy of the conversation when there’s a miscommunication. He says he wants to prove who’s right. I think he needs to prove he’s right! But I think another problem is that I think things in my head and I think I said them out loud, but I didn’t. I can understand how that might cause some consternation!
Oh well. As I look over this, it looks like just a bunch of random thoughts about communication differences. That’s Ok. This is a blog, not a scientific journal!
I was reading the difference today between thinking styles. He is very detail oriented and takes things one step at a time and in order. I’m more of a big picture person. I prefer to make plans and leave the details to someone else, if it’s going to take a long time. Maybe that’s where part of the problem is. Plus, in a discussion, we have to have the “he said, she said” autopsy of the conversation when there’s a miscommunication. He says he wants to prove who’s right. I think he needs to prove he’s right! But I think another problem is that I think things in my head and I think I said them out loud, but I didn’t. I can understand how that might cause some consternation!
Oh well. As I look over this, it looks like just a bunch of random thoughts about communication differences. That’s Ok. This is a blog, not a scientific journal!
Friday, February 12, 2010
What's in a Ring?
About a year ago, I crashed my bike and broke my wedding ring. The band was cracked. A ruby had fallen out. The prongs on the diamond were bent and the diamond was in danger of falling out. The ring had already been repaired several times due to rubies falling out and posts being bent. At one point, I had 2 more posts added because there were only 4 of them and the diamond nearly fell out once when one got bent. We bought the ring in 1987for $500- it was on sale at Christmas for ½ price. We weren’t even engaged yet, although we knew we would be soon. That’s a whole different story. Anyway, we WERE engaged shortly after and I wore that ring for 20 years until it broke. We’ve been looking for a new ring ever since.
The thing is, I was trying to find a ring where I could put the stones from the old ring into the new setting. I’m very sentimental and I wanted a piece of the old in the new. I looked and looked, but I couldn’t find something that was just right. It had to be unique. It had to special and nearly one of a kind. It had to mean something , and it had to speak to me. I have enough “stuff” in my life that now I only buy what I love. I’m also afraid of impulse purchases and buyer’s remorse. It also couldn’t cost too much, because I’m a frugalista. That’s my new word for cheapskate! I previously mentioned my first ring was $500. Well, now I make about 15 times what I made back then, but there is no way I’m paying $75,000 for a ring!!
The other problem is finding something that we both love. The good news is, we have pretty similar tastes in jewelry. That’s shocking! It took us 10 years to buy our own silverware (stainless steelware, of course) because we couldn’t agree on a pattern. It took us about 13 years to buy an entire set of matching dishes! We had been using my mom’s wedding china for years- it had a lot of pieces missing… then one day, we were at a bazaar in Japan and we saw a set we both loved. We bought enough for 12 place settings instantly because it was the first time in 18 years of marriage we saw one we both liked. So you see the problem…..
I have been to every chain jeweler in the States and a ton of private ones looking for a ring I love. I had also been to several jewelers in Japan. And Australia. I was starting to give up and was searching for a private jewelry maker. Now, here we are in the Caribbean. This is the gem stone capital of the world. Apparently, there are no taxes, everything can be bought duty free and DeBeers, which owns about 90% of the diamond mines in the world, has stores here under various names, so they cut out 2 or 3 middle men and can sell them cheaper. We spent a few hours in Jamaica looking at diamond stores and didn’t see anything we liked. We also had no intention of making an impulse purchase of a wedding ring while on our cruise. Well, I’m sure you can see where this is going! While in Grand Cayman, we had 3 hours to kill and there isn’t much else you can do in 3 hours except to shop. So we did. In about the second store, we found 4 rings that we both really liked and they were all reasonable prices. I had the lady write down the product numbers and prices on all of them. We left and looked in a bunch of other stores, mostly trying to find something that we could both agree on and maybe buy over the internet or in another store in the States or on another trip to the Caribbean next year. We were determined not to make an impulse buy. But one ring stuck in my head. And everything I looked at I compared to it. That’s when I knew I had to go see it again. So we went back to the store, looked at all 4, narrowed it down one by one. First the one Jack didn’t really like much at all went. Then the one that was my least favorite was off the table. Then we were down to 2, which were equally gorgeous, but one was the one I had been thinking of. And I kept trying to figure out a scheme to make the second one look a bit more like the one I had been thinking of. Then I did Eeny Meeny Miny Mo- which is the way I’ve settled a lot of major decisions in my life. Seriously! Once the game has determined the choice, I know in my heart whether I’m happy with the decision or whether I was hoping for a different outcome. It picked the one I had been thinking of, which as soon as it did, I knew that’s what I was hoping for. So some more comparisons. Some more angst. And then the choice was made. That one. It’s small, sort of old fashioned looking, with small diamonds going down the band on each side, and has a blue diamond in the center. Yup- a blue diamond. I have never seen one before and I doubt I’ll be seeing many in the future. It’s a regular diamond that has been irradiated to produce the blue color. Just like the pink and yellow diamonds are created. I thought they were natural, but it turns out that nearly none of them are. And this ring cost less than 6 times what my first ring cost- still less than most first time rings today, I think. So I got a unique ring, fit for a Frugalista!
So, back to the original question. Is it any less a wedding ring because I didn’t get it in a special ceremony? Can it be a wedding ring just because we say it is? I think so. My wedding gown was my senior prom dress. Since everyone kept asking us if we were getting married, I figured it must look like a wedding dress. And I was too cheap to spend a gajillion dollars on a dress I would never wear again. It might help to know that we got married in college and neither one of us had much money then. Plus, as I said, I’m cheap. And what to do with my old ring? I can’t just leave it in a drawer for the rest of my life. But I’m not sure I wasn’t to repair it and wear it as my wedding ring anymore, because then my new one won’t feel like my wedding ring. What to do?!?!?! I really don’t know. I’ll have to think about it. But for now, I have a new ring that is as unique as the first one (many people never realized that one was a wedding ring), was bought on a special trip, and we both love it. I think it’s symbolic of our relationship overall. We are pretty non-traditional and we don’t always do things the way others would expect us to do them. That will have to do for now.
The thing is, I was trying to find a ring where I could put the stones from the old ring into the new setting. I’m very sentimental and I wanted a piece of the old in the new. I looked and looked, but I couldn’t find something that was just right. It had to be unique. It had to special and nearly one of a kind. It had to mean something , and it had to speak to me. I have enough “stuff” in my life that now I only buy what I love. I’m also afraid of impulse purchases and buyer’s remorse. It also couldn’t cost too much, because I’m a frugalista. That’s my new word for cheapskate! I previously mentioned my first ring was $500. Well, now I make about 15 times what I made back then, but there is no way I’m paying $75,000 for a ring!!
The other problem is finding something that we both love. The good news is, we have pretty similar tastes in jewelry. That’s shocking! It took us 10 years to buy our own silverware (stainless steelware, of course) because we couldn’t agree on a pattern. It took us about 13 years to buy an entire set of matching dishes! We had been using my mom’s wedding china for years- it had a lot of pieces missing… then one day, we were at a bazaar in Japan and we saw a set we both loved. We bought enough for 12 place settings instantly because it was the first time in 18 years of marriage we saw one we both liked. So you see the problem…..
I have been to every chain jeweler in the States and a ton of private ones looking for a ring I love. I had also been to several jewelers in Japan. And Australia. I was starting to give up and was searching for a private jewelry maker. Now, here we are in the Caribbean. This is the gem stone capital of the world. Apparently, there are no taxes, everything can be bought duty free and DeBeers, which owns about 90% of the diamond mines in the world, has stores here under various names, so they cut out 2 or 3 middle men and can sell them cheaper. We spent a few hours in Jamaica looking at diamond stores and didn’t see anything we liked. We also had no intention of making an impulse purchase of a wedding ring while on our cruise. Well, I’m sure you can see where this is going! While in Grand Cayman, we had 3 hours to kill and there isn’t much else you can do in 3 hours except to shop. So we did. In about the second store, we found 4 rings that we both really liked and they were all reasonable prices. I had the lady write down the product numbers and prices on all of them. We left and looked in a bunch of other stores, mostly trying to find something that we could both agree on and maybe buy over the internet or in another store in the States or on another trip to the Caribbean next year. We were determined not to make an impulse buy. But one ring stuck in my head. And everything I looked at I compared to it. That’s when I knew I had to go see it again. So we went back to the store, looked at all 4, narrowed it down one by one. First the one Jack didn’t really like much at all went. Then the one that was my least favorite was off the table. Then we were down to 2, which were equally gorgeous, but one was the one I had been thinking of. And I kept trying to figure out a scheme to make the second one look a bit more like the one I had been thinking of. Then I did Eeny Meeny Miny Mo- which is the way I’ve settled a lot of major decisions in my life. Seriously! Once the game has determined the choice, I know in my heart whether I’m happy with the decision or whether I was hoping for a different outcome. It picked the one I had been thinking of, which as soon as it did, I knew that’s what I was hoping for. So some more comparisons. Some more angst. And then the choice was made. That one. It’s small, sort of old fashioned looking, with small diamonds going down the band on each side, and has a blue diamond in the center. Yup- a blue diamond. I have never seen one before and I doubt I’ll be seeing many in the future. It’s a regular diamond that has been irradiated to produce the blue color. Just like the pink and yellow diamonds are created. I thought they were natural, but it turns out that nearly none of them are. And this ring cost less than 6 times what my first ring cost- still less than most first time rings today, I think. So I got a unique ring, fit for a Frugalista!
So, back to the original question. Is it any less a wedding ring because I didn’t get it in a special ceremony? Can it be a wedding ring just because we say it is? I think so. My wedding gown was my senior prom dress. Since everyone kept asking us if we were getting married, I figured it must look like a wedding dress. And I was too cheap to spend a gajillion dollars on a dress I would never wear again. It might help to know that we got married in college and neither one of us had much money then. Plus, as I said, I’m cheap. And what to do with my old ring? I can’t just leave it in a drawer for the rest of my life. But I’m not sure I wasn’t to repair it and wear it as my wedding ring anymore, because then my new one won’t feel like my wedding ring. What to do?!?!?! I really don’t know. I’ll have to think about it. But for now, I have a new ring that is as unique as the first one (many people never realized that one was a wedding ring), was bought on a special trip, and we both love it. I think it’s symbolic of our relationship overall. We are pretty non-traditional and we don’t always do things the way others would expect us to do them. That will have to do for now.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
I'm an author!
So, a lot of my colleagues are these smarty types who publish actual medical articles about actual medical problems. I read their stuff and they sound so smart! I never have really wanted to publish that sort of stuff because I really don't have the time to put into it to make it as good as I would want. But I was asked a few months ago to write an article for a physician magazine called Unique Opportunities. They said I could write about anything I wanted...but I had no idea what I wanted to write about. Then one day I was asking for something- I don't even remember what it was- and it occurred to me that I ask for stuff all the time and I've started to look at negotiating as a sort of game. So that's what I wrote about. I told someone at work about it and got asked to talk to the civilian personnel about the same topic at their luncheon. It was fun!
Check out the article at this website. I'm not really sure how to operate the online reader thing, but if you go to the bottom tool bar and click the 2nd one over (download pdf), then search to page 62 (which is really page 60), you'll see the article there.
http://www.readoz.com/publication/read?i=1021268
Check out the article at this website. I'm not really sure how to operate the online reader thing, but if you go to the bottom tool bar and click the 2nd one over (download pdf), then search to page 62 (which is really page 60), you'll see the article there.
http://www.readoz.com/publication/read?i=1021268
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
I saw James' basketball game
James had a basketball game today. It's the first one I've seen since he started playing here. Sometimes I feel like I am the worst mother on the planet because there is so much of my family's stuff I can't go to. I have not seen any of his soccer practices. This is the first game of his season that I've seen. Heather has swim meets that I miss. They have school meetings that I can't go to. Two school trips coming up that I won't be on.
I hope they are not scarred for life when they grow up. I hope they can grow up and remember the happy times I've tried to make for them and the memories I tried to give them and not just the stuff that I didn't see.
I hope they are not scarred for life when they grow up. I hope they can grow up and remember the happy times I've tried to make for them and the memories I tried to give them and not just the stuff that I didn't see.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Worst Memory on the Planet!
I had a great idea for a topic today while at work. I had planned to write about it when I got home and then I thought maybe I should write it down so I wouldn't forget. I know I can't remember things, but for some reason, I thought that this time I would. It was that good! BUT WHY WOULD I???? I never can remember it any other time! I have a little notebook that I keep in my backpack which is completely empty- maybe I should start using it.
Whatever it was, it was kind of a profound thought. Which is now lost forever.
Oh well..
Whatever it was, it was kind of a profound thought. Which is now lost forever.
Oh well..
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