November 27, 2008 at 9:47 am (Tales, Anecdotes, and Observations)
Tags: Raw Goddess, Routine Matters
Today, I am thankful for my wonderful family: the husband who loves me no matter what, and the kids that while driving me batshit crazy also make me cherish them forever.
And the cats, I am so thankful for my crazy, barely-tolerate-each-other-while-competing-for-my-attention feline companions.
I’ll be taking the next few days off from the internet, to spend some quality time with my family. I hope everybody out there has a good Thanksgiving holiday.
November 19, 2008 at 9:26 pm (Tales, Anecdotes, and Observations)
Tags: Demon Spawn, Raw Goddess, Routine Matters
We celebrate Thanksgiving, but we don’t eat turkey. We eat fondue instead – tastes better, easier to cook. Our daughter has trouble understanding why everyone is talking turkey this month because of this… the price to pay for being different, I suppose.
She gets these family projects once a holiday, it seems, and this month is all about disguising a turkey so he won’t be eaten on Thanksgiving. Way to guilt all those turkey-eating children, school. Anyway, we were suppose to do this as a family unit and be as creative as possible. So we had our Tom Turkey join the Navy.
Tom Turkey
Clever, eh? So now, instead of being on some random plate next week, Tom will be out there protecting our right to eat his fellow turkeys. What’s that you’re mumbling? Something about sick, sad and twisted?
Since I’m posting photos, here’s one of the SpongeBob costume I made for Tom the Child, which when worn, caused the little one to cry like a beaten red-headed step-child.
Sophie, SpongeBob, and Half-Naked Tom
I cried myself, after spending so much time on the damn thing, only to have him hate Halloween and the lame-ass pillowcase I safety-pinned on his shirt to be “Super Kid” while trying to scam candy trick-or-treat.
Vlad digging dust bunnies out of his ear. I love him, but he’s an odd cat at times.
Fat Cat, tail-free model
Well, that wraps up this week’s inane rantings. Tune in next week for when I clean out the memory card from the digital camera… wanna talk about out-dated pics? We got ones from when our twins were newborns! Stay tuned.
November 11, 2008 at 1:43 pm (Uncategorized)
Tags: military, Raw Goddess, Veterans Day
This is my third Veterans Day since I became one myself. It’s really the only day that I feel I deserve a ‘thanks for your service,’ and to be honest, I don’t really feel I deserve a thanks at all. I was in for 4 years, 5 months and 15 days – fourmonths into a two-year extension, my CO felt it necessary to end my obligation on the basis that I couldn’t run without damaging my knee. Three weeks later, I was a Navy dependant, not even obliged to serve out anytime in the Fleet Reserve. I was 5 months pregnant with the twins, my husband was stationed on a ship in San Diego, Sophie and I were at Ft. Meade, and I was still decompressing from the awesome sub conference that I had just attended – why yes, I’m still bitter. Bitter as a rotting lemon, I am.
I can’t go back into the Navy, even if I were so inclined, unless I received a new left knee, got a waiver, oh, and lost about a 100 pounds. The first and last things won’t happen without each other (need a new knee to really exercise, need to lose weight to earn new knee), so I’m pretty much SOL on that front. And yet, I still want to serve my country, specifically, to work where I used to work and continue to fight the good fight from there. I miss the nature of the job itself, the intellectual challenge that it is, the people I worked with – and honestly, I miss being apart of something great. I am a very patriotic person, aided by my own service and that of my husband’s, and I fear I see troubled times ahead for our great nation. I want to help, I want to protect my family and my country again, but the most obvious way (military service) is out. Therefore, I’ve decided to go back into government work, this time as a civilian. This is really important to me, and by putting my intentions on the Internet, it makes it more concrete. It might take a really long time, but damn it, I’m getting back in.
And I feel a huge small load lifting off my chest. Deep breath in, long breath out.
A big thank you goes out to all the vets out there – our nation is all the greater for your service.
