The coast is clear

Well, most of the drama has cleared the air here. And that is great because I think I was ready to start pulling out my hair from everything.

Poor Cowboy, he had it pretty hard for the past week. He had to deal with not only work drama, but handle his best friend passing, the funeral, and Football Fanatics family (basically taking them anywhere and everywhere for the entire week). I think I saw him for a total of 10 mins all week. It was really hard to not be able to comfort him when I would call him and could tell he was having a tough time of everything.

Even though, in some ways I think the past week was healing for him. It put details in his mind instead of dealing with the drama surrounding everything.

By the way, to be in full dress uniform, standing in direct sun, when it's over 90 degree's has to be a form of torture. I was in a loose dress and ready to pass out. Poor SuperBoy and Chucky were dripping with sweat by the end of the the 15 min. ceremony.

The other major drama that happened last week or so, was that they found low fluid around the baby, so I had to go for more tests to see exactly how much fluid was there, and possible causes of the low fluid. I was also put on "almost" bed rest. Basically laying around, and drinking lots and lots of fluids. Not really getting up too much, but could do basic things, just wasn't allowed to do any things like actual housework, or anything that could stress me out.

I guess all of that laying around worked because the fluids were up a bit when they checked them this week. They're still a little low, but not to where it's considered a danger, as long as I continue to take it easy and drink lots the baby and I should be in the clear.

I never want to have a week like the last couple of ones just passed ever again. Even though there is still a feeling of apprehension, waiting for the next shoe to fall, so to speak.

Time to go play with the kids and to quit worrying about what I can not change.

is it sad??

Is it sad that, while there is a lot of personal drama going on at the moment it is still too fresh to talk about? ( Plus I want a confirm from someone else, which should happen tomorrow, before I start delving into the hell that has been the past week)

I should have at least one or two interesting stories to relate after Wednesday. That is if the what-was-soon-to-be-ex-wife shows up at the funeral for the young man who passed away last week. (I'm really going to have to name them all aren't I?)

We'll call the young man Football fanatic. Because he loved football. His was-soon-to-be-ex-wife shall be MegaBitch. (for reasons which will become very apparent as I get more comfortable talking about this drama) Football Fanatics fiance shall be called Sunshine, because she brought hope and happiness back into his life. And this his mother shall be forever known as Big Mama. Cuz nobody mess with Big Mama or her baby boy.

I promise I shall delve into this story in the next week or so, at the moment it still makes me cry too much.

Tazzie

Who's next? It comes in threes....

So, bad luck, and/or death, always comes in three's. Or so the old wives say. We've had our second death in the family (in one week). A close relative of my husbands passed away Sat. night.

He was one of the people that made me feel the most comfortable right off the bat. He seemed to understand that I was a little quiet around people I didn't know. And quite frankly I was extremely uncomfortable at what was a family event. He took the time to talk to me, to find out who I was. He did it in such a way that wasn't pushy or nosey. He never looked down on My husbands and mine relationship. He always acted like he approved of us being together.

He was suffering near the end. I'm glad his suffering is at an end. However, I am going to miss him greatly.

what do you say.

What do you say to the fiance of a 22 year old boy who dies of cancer?
What do you say to that boys mother??

What do you say to your husband, that boys best friend, when he is far away that he just lost his friend to an unbeatable enemy?

What do you say to your five year old child that he just lost his "uncle"??

What do you say to that young mans commanding officer?

In the military, we're prepared that we might loose a fellow troop, family member, and/or dear friend to battle. How do you prepare for that loss when someone so young, and with so much potential in this world, to die from cancer?

From the bottom of my heart, I shall always miss you.

Favorite of all time

My favorite actress of all time has to be Katherine Hepburn. She is absolutely amazing to me.

Hubby is off doing military stuff in another state for awhile. So, I am left on my own, after the kids go to bed, to entertain myself. I'm finding myself watching a lot more t.v. than usual. I normally am not a big t.v. fan. However, it's just too damned hot to be outside already this summer. So, low and behold, what is on t.v. but "Bringing up Baby" starring Carry Grant and Katherine Hepburn.

She was just the classiest lady ever. (well include Audry Hepburn in that statement) She had the most vibrant on screen (and off screen) personality of her time period. If only any of our actresses today had her zest for life....*sigh*

I can still remember sitting down with my mother and sister and watching "On Golden Pond". It was the first movie I ever remember crying at. It was also the first time I had ever heard a woman curse in a movie.

Now, no, I am not that old. My mother just did not like t.v. (not that I blame her). We never had cable, and didn't get a VCR until '94. (Even though, talking about VCR's does make me feel old.) Mom just figured we'd be better off playing outdoors, where we lived in the country. Or doing our homework. Which my sister was always much better about doing than I was. I never much cared for school. I always wanted to live life. Not read about somebody else living it for me.

Odd how my favorite hobby is reading books.....but anywhoo.

Back to Katherine Hepburn. I always thought she had real style, and her looks were so beautiful. What I loved most about her looks was that she wasn't a classical beauty. It was her inner fire that made her looks so astoundingly perfectly imperfect. (if that makes any sense)

She was truly my first hero. She taught me that a woman could be strong, and funny. And didn't need a man to get by in life. (even though they are nice to have around) I love that movie Rooster Cogburn, it's the first time I remember the shake starting to be noticeable, on film.

So, here's my weekly one glass of red wine raised to Katherine Hepburn. May your star shine ever bright in every generations eye. And I thank you for making the world smile.

So much drama, so little time.....

I have two roomates that live in our basement. We'll call her Lady Luck, and him The Drunken Caller ( TDC from now on :) ) Lady Luck decided to have a few beers the other night. Now, normally, this wouldn't be a big deal at all. I mean, come-on, this is a military household. However, Lady Luck was feeling a little down before she started drinking. So ya'll know what happened next right?

Right.

TDC decided to drink right along w/her. Next thing I know they've polished off a 30 pack between the two of them. (And TDC had a few beers on the way home that night too!!) Lady Luck decided that she was feeling a little bit insecure about becoming a military wife. Now, currently, she is in the military herself. So, she knows the ups and downs that come with the life. And how the enlistee can do nothing about any of it, besides go with the flow. Now, TDC is leaving for about a year shortly, and she'll be heading out for six months. After she gets back, she'll have about 8 months still active duty here, while he's being shipped elsewhere. She's completely bummed out about this. And, truthfully, so would I be. BUT, what she can't seem to get through her head is that he has no control where he's sent, nor does she.

However, she can, and unfortunately, does harp on and on about the situation. Which is making TDC really upset, cuz it makes him feel like shit.

Now, Hubby is on the fence on the situation. He can see her side, as well as, his.

I, on the other hand, just see her as being a bit spoiled in all this. Especially since she's currently military herself. As a military wife, you just have to suck it up sometimes.

You can't let the spouse see that you're falling apart because they're going to be gone for months and months, in a dangerous place, on end. They have to know that you'll hold up okay. Especially if you have children involved in the situation. They have to know they don't have to worry (even though they will) that you can live your day to day life w/out them plastered to your side.

In all honesty, I enjoy a month or two when he splits for parts unknown. It reminds me that, IF something were to happen, I am a strong enough person to pull myself up and make it. I love him with all my heart, but I feel that small separations here and there can (for the right couples) be a good thing.

For Hubby and I, they are wonderful. We both remember that we are our own persons. And we can have a good time w/out being attached at the hip. And we also are reminded what attracted us together in the first place. Whenever he comes home it's like being newlyweds all over again. We rediscover that flame, which for a marriage is a great thing to do.

Don't get me wrong. I would adore it if he could stay home and not go over there. However, he told his Country that he would help whomever was leading it do what they felt was the thing to do. (Whether or not we agree with it personally is another story all together)

Maybe it's just the hormones, but suck it up will ya?!?! I'm not complaining to Hubby about him getting ready to leave. It's what needs to be done. I understand that. And I'm helping Superboy understand that. He knows his daddy is a Hero, who is going someplace to help people less fortunite than himself. So, in his eyes that makes anything daddy might miss okay.

Okay, Enuff with the ramblings on and on ...

have a great one ya'll!!!!