Near As I Can Tell

Range therapy

2009-02-13T13:34:00.001-05:00

Boy, do I need it!

I really need to get to the range for awhile. I always feel better after. It's fun, it's productive. Good therapy and cheaper (well, that depends on what you're shooting I guess) :-)

2009-02-03T15:53:00.001-05:00

Why, my Lord—dare I ask why? It will not hear the whisper of the wind or see the beauty of its parents’ face—it will not see the beauty of Your creation or the flame of a sunrise. Why, my Lord?

“Why, My child—do you ask ‘why’? Well, I will tell you why.

You see, the child lives. Instead of the wind he hears the sound of angels singing before My throne. Instead of the beauty that passes he sees everlasting Beauty—he sees My face. He was created and lived a short time so the image of his parents imprinted on his face may stand before Me as their personal intercessor. He knows secrets of heaven unknown to men on earth. He laughs with a special joy that only the innocent possess. My ways are not the ways of man. I create for My Kingdom and each creature fills a place in that Kingdom that could not be filled by another. He was created for My joy and his parents’ merits. He has never seen pain or sin. He has never felt hunger or pain. I breathed a soul into a seed, made it grow and called it forth.”

I am humbled before you, my Lord, for questioning Your wisdom, goodness, and love. I speak as a fool—forgive me. I acknowledge Your sovereign rights over life and death. I thank You for the life that began for so short a time to enjoy so long an Eternity. -- Mother M. Angelica

Shooting while pregnant...

2009-01-24T13:09:00.003-05:00

Sigh, one of the things I miss most while I am pregnant is the range. I spoke with my doctor about this and she gave me the go-ahead to shoot for the next few weeks. Beyond that, with newly developing ears a concern, I'll refrain from shooting anything other than airsoft.

Lead exposure is minimal at best. Noise is not an issue...if you can attend a concert until the end of your pregnancy, shooting for a minimal amount of time at the range shouldn't be an issue.

Hopefully before the end of my allowed time to shoot I will get a chance to shoot my "new" old P64. This will probably become my carry piece when I have to switch over to maternity pants - since I have never found a pair that will support a gun belt and holster.

Someone once suggested I should try ankle carry while pregnant. Um, no. That would be a sight - me falling on my face trying to get my gun out of an ankle holster. I'll stick to purse carry when that time comes.

2009-01-14T20:17:00.001-05:00

Swiped this from military forum. Pretty powerful stuff.

MARRIAGE
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand
and
said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate
quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know
what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me
softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw
away
the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we
didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find
out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a
satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her
anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated
that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who
had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt
sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take
back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried
loudly
in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry
was
actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me
for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing
something
at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep
and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day
with
Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just
did not
care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want
anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.
She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as
normal
a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in
a
month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken
marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to
recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out
of
our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was
going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted
her
odd request.
I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed
loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies,
she
has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention
was
explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the
first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy
is
holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From
the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten
meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't
tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I
put
her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I
drove
alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my
chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I
hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she
was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair
was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I
wondered what I had done to her. On the fourth day, when I lifted her
up,
I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had
given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of
intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became
easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday
workout made me stronger. She was choosing what to wear
one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find
a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger.
I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason
why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in
her
heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum
out.
To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an
essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer
and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I
might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms,
walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway.
Her
hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body
tightly;
it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held
her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to
school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life
lacked intimacy.
I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the
door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...
I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew,
I
do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you
have
a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I
won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she
and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't
love
each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my
home
on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then
slammed
the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away..
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my
wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled
and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face,
I
run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed ? dead.
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a
relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in
the
bank, blah..blah..blah. These create an environment conducive for
happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be
your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that
build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage.

2009-01-07T14:54:00.000-05:00

2008 ended with a shocker. Gotta love the home pregnancy tests that actually say the words “Pregnant” or “Not Pregnant”. ..of course mine said “pregnant” – all three of the ones I’ve taken so far. You’d think two forms of protection would, well, protect. As the saying goes “We plan, God laughs”. God is rolling on the floor laughing out loud.

The Bible calls children a blessing and debt a curse. In American, we apply for a curse and reject a blessing. Here's to another blessing!

A Goal....

2008-12-03T22:16:00.002-05:00

Basic Handgun Instructor

Yep, I think that's where I'm headed. I would like to share my enthusiasm for shooting with others - especially women who are interested but not quite comfortable with a male instructor. There are many, many top-notch male instructors for anything from basic handgun to hard core high risk tactical trainers. Many women just starting out are intimidated by a man. I mean, c'mon, how many times has a woman walked into a gun store to either be a) ignored unless she was with her man (and even then the employee would address the man, never the woman) or b) be handed a revolver and told "there ya go little lady...that's about all you can handle right there".

I just want to be able to share the basics and help them on their path to learn more about this tool.

Ears, ears, ears....

2008-11-23T20:34:00.002-05:00

Whine on...

Ugh! My middle daughter had an ear infection basically from birth until she was 15 months old and got tubes put in her ears. Until that point she was cranky, miserable, always sick and always in a bad mood. Well, now I understand. I have been dealing with sinus infection after sinus infection for several months. Now my ears are bothering me. I have a dull buzzing/throbbing feeling in my ears. I have been in the worst mood because I cannot make it go away. I sent an email to my doctor today. I hope he will get it and respond tomorrow with something, anything, that can make it better. I hate feeling this way. I know everyone around me hates it too because I am a royal *&^%$ right now :-(

Whine off...

I shoot like a girl

2008-11-15T16:08:00.003-05:00

...and I love it.

Pat and I had a range date this morning. I love these. Oh sure, I enjoy eating out, going to a movie, stuff like that but a range date is so much fun. I am trying talk myself into a weapon of a smaller caliber just because ammo for mine is so expensive. I'm having a hard time but slowly feel myself being pulled in the direction of the 9mm. :-)

It's nice to share a hobby - one that provides both fun and had practical uses as well since we both believe this is good self-defense training.

The range was packed today - good to see. Of course, weekends are always busier than weekdays but all the rifle and pistol lanes were full with waiting lists today. Saw more women there today than I normally do. That makes me very happy. I would love to see more women embrace shooting instead of embracing fear. Remember, a weapon is simply a tool. No need to fear the tool. Respect the power of the tool, yes, but fear? Not necessary. I hear women say they would never be able to shoot anyone. I'll tell you, all it took was that one incident at Walmart to convince me. Just one.

Happy Birthday Devil Dogs

2008-11-10T07:37:00.001-05:00

From Blackfive.net
There is no greater joy than to serve. If its to serve your family,a beliefe or especially your country, there is no greater joy than to serve. Its not for everybody and its not for profit. Many will never understand what the term “serv” comes with as far as dedication, devotion or sacrifice.

Marines don’t join the Marines to be marginal or to meet the staus quo. Marines join to be the best and the American people will expect nothing less.
Iraq, present day.
Two young Marines are standing guard outside an Iraqi police station. They barely know one another but discuss things during their shift that young Marines discuss. With another dozen Marines conducting training within the police station and another two dozen Iraqi policemen as well, the two young Marines vigilantly stand guard.
As the day progresses and the constant threat of attack is in the area, a large dump truck approaches the police station entry point at high speed. Punching through the initial barriers that are positioned to slow attacking vehicles, the two young Marine take immediate action and begin putting accurate M16 fire into the windshield. One of the Marines initiates 50 cal fire into the cab of the truck tearing it to shreds. As the truck slows and stops, the automatic trigger established within the truck detonates the 12 tons of explosives within its carriage. The 2 Marines never knew what hit them and died as a result of the blast.
Afterwards, the Iraqi Police chief asked the Marines commanding officer, “why didn’t your Marines run? My men ran as they knew of the immediate danger” The commanding officer said, they were on guard and protecting along with your men, a dozen of their brothers within the building. They are Marines, they aren’t going to run. With tears in the police chief’s eyes, he said I don’t understand you Marines. The dedication, devotion or sacrifice…………..”They are Marines, they aren’t going to run”.
To all of my brothers, present and past, there is no greater call than to serve and no greater force to serve with than the nation’s best. If it was easy to join the Marine Corps, we wouldn’t be the Marines.
Semper Fidelis and Happy Birthday brothers. (Nov 10)
Maj Pain
(I smoked a nice Partagas Black cigar during this post. Fitting, only the best for a birthday party)

I don't smoke - but I'll raise a glass in honor of the Marines who've served through the years.

Funny thing, on our flight to DC last month the pilot made the comment:

"We have Marines and other service men and women on board." I love all branches but the Marines have a special place in my heart and I think they must have in the pilot's, too.

What is a Vietnam Veteran?

2008-11-09T13:20:00.001-05:00

A college student posted a request on an internet newsgroup asking for personal narratives from the likes of us addressing the question: "What is a Vietnam Veteran?" This is what I wrote back:
Copyright © 1996 Dan Mouer, All Rights Reserved

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Vietnam veterans are men and women. We are dead or alive, whole or maimed, sane or haunted. We grew from our experiences or we were destroyed by them or we struggle to find some place in between. We lived through hell or we had a pleasant, if scary, adventure. We were Army, Navy, Marines, Air Force, Red Cross, and civilians of all sorts. Some of us enlisted to fight for God and Country, and some were drafted. Some were gung-ho, and some went kicking and screaming.

Like veterans of all wars, we lived a tad bit--or a great bit--closer to death than most people like to think about. If Vietnam vets differ from others, perhaps it is primarily in the fact that many of us never saw the enemy or recognized him or her. We heard gunfire and mortar fire but rarely looked into enemy eyes. Those who did, like folks who encounter close combat anywhere and anytime, are often haunted for life by those eyes, those sounds, those electric fears that ran between ourselves, our enemies, and the likelihood of death for one of us. Or we get hard, calloused, tough. All in a day's work. Life's a b**** then you die. But most of us remember and get twitchy, worried, sad.

We are crazies dressed in cammo, wide-eyed, wary, homeless, and drunk. We are Brooks Brothers suit wearers, doing deals downtown. We are housewives, grandmothers, and church deacons. We are college professors engaged in the rational pursuit of the truth about the history or politics or culture of the Vietnam experience. And we are sleepless. Often sleepless.

We pushed paper; we pushed shovels. We drove jeeps, operated bulldozers, built bridges; we toted machine guns through dense brush, deep paddy, and thorn scrub. We lived on buffalo milk, fish heads and rice. Or C-rations. Or steaks and Budweiser. We did our time in high mountains drenched by endless monsoon rains or on the dry plains or on muddy rivers or at the most beautiful beaches in the world.

We wore berets, bandanas, flop hats, and steel pots. Flak jackets, canvas, rash and rot. We ate cloroquine and got malaria anyway. We got shots constantly but have diseases nobody can diagnose. We spent our nights on cots or shivering in foxholes filled with waist-high water or lying still on cold wet ground, our eyes imagining Charlie behind every bamboo blade. Or we slept in hotel beds in Saigon or barracks in Thailand or in cramped ships' berths at sea.

We feared we would die or we feared we would kill. We simply feared, and often we still do. We hate the war or believe it was the best thing that ever happened to us. We blame Uncle Sam or Uncle Ho and their minions and secretaries and apologists for every wart or cough or tic of an eye. We wonder if Agent Orange got us.

Mostly--and this I believe with all my heart--mostly, we wish we had not been so alone. Some of us went with units; but many, probably most of us, were civilians one day, jerked up out of "the world," shaved, barked at, insulted, humiliated, de-egoized and taught to kill, to fix radios, to drive trucks. We went, put in our time, and were equally ungraciously plucked out of the morass and placed back in the real world. But now we smoked dope, shot skag, or drank heavily. Our wives or husbands seemed distant and strange. Our friends wanted to know if we shot anybody.

And life went on, had been going on, as if we hadn't been there, as if Vietnam was a topic of political conversation or college protest or news copy, not a matter of life and death for tens of thousands.

Vietnam vets are people just like you. We served our country, proudly or reluctantly or ambivalently. What makes us different--what makes us Vietnam vets--is something we understand, but we are afraid nobody else will. But we appreciate your asking.

Vietnam veterans are white, black, beige and shades of gray; but in comparison with our numbers in the "real world," we were more likely black. Our ancestors came from Africa, from Europe, and China. Or they crossed the Bering Sea Land Bridge in the last Ice Age and formed the nations of American Indians, built pyramids in Mexico, or farmed acres of corn on the banks of Chesapeake Bay. We had names like Rodriguez and Stein and Smith and Kowalski. We were Americans, Australians, Canadians, and Koreans; most Vietnam veterans are Vietnamese.

We were farmers, students, mechanics, steelworkers, nurses, and priests when the call came that changed us all forever. We had dreams and plans, and they all had to change...or wait. We were daughters and sons, lovers and poets, beatniks and philosophers, convicts and lawyers. We were rich and poor but mostly poor. We were educated or not, mostly not. We grew up in slums, in shacks, in duplexes, and bungalows and houseboats and hooches and ranchers. We were cowards and heroes. Sometimes we were cowards one moment and heroes the next.

Many of us have never seen Vietnam. We waited at home for those we loved. And for some of us, our worst fears were realized. For others, our loved ones came back but never would be the same.

We came home and marched in protest marches, sucked in tear gas, and shrieked our anger and horror for all to hear. Or we sat alone in small rooms, in VA hospital wards, in places where only the crazy ever go. We are Republicans, Democrats, Socialists, and Confucians and Buddhists and Atheists--though as usually is the case, even the atheists among us sometimes prayed to get out of there alive.

We are hungry, and we are sated, full of life or clinging to death. We are injured, and we are curers, despairing and hopeful, loved or lost. We got too old too quickly, but some of us have never grown up. We want, desparately, to go back, to heal wounds, revisit the sites of our horror. Or we want never to see that place again, to bury it, its memories, its meaning. We want to forget, and we wish we could remember.

Despite our differences, we have so much in common. There are few of us who don't know how to cry, though we often do it alone when nobody will ask "what's wrong?" We're afraid we might have to answer.

Adam, if you want to know what a Vietnam veteran is, get in your car next weekend or cage a friend with a car to drive you. Go to Washington. Go to the Wall. It's going to be Veterans Day weekend. There will be hundreds there...no, thousands. Watch them. Listen to them. I'll be there. Come touch the Wall with us. Rejoice a bit. Cry a bit. No, cry a lot. I will. I'm a Vietnam Veteran; and, after 30 years, I think I am beginning to understand what that means.

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Copyright © 1996 Dan Mouer, All Rights Reserved

It goes like this....

2008-11-05T13:11:00.002-05:00

Since I am being forced to pull myself out of a doom and gloom funk - kicking and screaming I might add because I am not done with this mood yet - a little inspirational reading is in order.

It goes like this...

The Declaration of Independence: A Transcription

IN CONGRESS, July 4, 1776.

The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America,

When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.--Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.
He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.
He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.
He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.
He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.
He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.
He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.
He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary powers.
He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.
He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, and eat out their substance.
He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.
He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil power.
He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:
For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:
For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:
For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:
For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:
For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury:
For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences
For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies:
For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:
For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.
He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.
He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.
He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.
He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.
He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our Brittish brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.

The 56 signatures on the Declaration appear in the positions indicated:

Column 1
Georgia:
Button Gwinnett
Lyman Hall
George Walton

Column 2
North Carolina:
William Hooper
Joseph Hewes
John Penn
South Carolina:
Edward Rutledge
Thomas Heyward, Jr.
Thomas Lynch, Jr.
Arthur Middleton

Column 3
Massachusetts:
John Hancock
Maryland:
Samuel Chase
William Paca
Thomas Stone
Charles Carroll of Carrollton
Virginia:
George Wythe
Richard Henry Lee
Thomas Jefferson
Benjamin Harrison
Thomas Nelson, Jr.
Francis Lightfoot Lee
Carter Braxton

Column 4
Pennsylvania:
Robert Morris
Benjamin Rush
Benjamin Franklin
John Morton
George Clymer
James Smith
George Taylor
James Wilson
George Ross
Delaware:
Caesar Rodney
George Read
Thomas McKean

Column 5
New York:
William Floyd
Philip Livingston
Francis Lewis
Lewis Morris
New Jersey:
Richard Stockton
John Witherspoon
Francis Hopkinson
John Hart
Abraham Clark

Column 6
New Hampshire:
Josiah Bartlett
William Whipple
Massachusetts:
Samuel Adams
John Adams
Robert Treat Paine
Elbridge Gerry
Rhode Island:
Stephen Hopkins
William Ellery
Connecticut:
Roger Sherman
Samuel Huntington
William Williams
Oliver Wolcott
New Hampshire:
Matthew Thornton

Near as I can tell ...

2008-11-04T23:41:00.002-05:00

we're screwed.

I changed the status on my facebook to say that if you voted for O that you voted to kill my husband and more like him. Harsh? I don't think so. I think it's the absolute truth.

Why?

Those of you who feel you were enlightened, had the audacity to hope, change, blah blah blah - YOU just put into office a man who has no concept of what it means to protect and defend America. YOU just put in office a man who holds American service men and women with great disdain. He has no respect for the sacrifices they make for this country. He has not respect for the sacrifices the families make for this country. He thinks our military serves to occupy, air-raid, murder. This is the man YOU put in the highest office in the land.

You can bet there will be more terrorist attacks on American soil and the blood of Americans will be on your hands for that.

You can bet he will put in GREAT DANGER our troops on the ground. We're just about out of Iraq. Our job there is just about done. But Afghanistan, Syria, Iran, N. Korea - watch out. He wants to sit down and chat. He wants to be diplomatic. He wants to agree with our enemies the terrible things they believe America is and he wants to put our troops at risk.

We just opened the door and let socialism waltz right in.

MY ancestors DIED fighting socialism, communism, EVIL on foreign shores and that means nothing to you. Nothing as long as you don't have to pay your bills, you don't have to be responsible for yourself or your family, as long as you don't have to contribute to society. YOUR dear socialist president is going to take care of it all for you. He's going to deliver you.

I want nothing to do with you.

With any luck on day YOU will look back and think "Oh my God, what did I do?"

My prayer is that WE will have a chance to fix it all before it's too late.

2008-11-02T19:18:00.000-05:00

Just touching on a few of the issues I have with Obama (there are many and this is just a few in no particular order):

Issue 1:

(ok, so I said no particular order but possesing a GFL (Georgia Firearms License) this is a biggie to me)

Obama: "Second Amendment last term is a great example, where the language of the Second Amendment is not perfectly clear. I believe that the Second Amendment is actually an individual right. I think that's the better interpretation. You can make the other argument. And so I can have those kinds of discussions with a justice without getting to the particulars of, 'Is Roe vs. Wade as currently outlined exactly what you believe?' Or, 'Do you agree that the DC gun law should have been overturned?' And I think Senator McCain, if he ends up being the nominee, could have those same conversations as well" ("Nightly News," 10/30).

http://hotlineblog.nationaljournal.com/archives/2008/10/hotline_after_d_474.html

The Second Amendment reads as follows:

A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.

How is the language of the Second Amendment not perfectly clear? It is only not clear if you are a complete imbicile.

Notice the founding fathers didn't say "a well regulated militia, being an option for the security of a free state" - they said necessary because they recognized the vital importance of every day Americans being able to protect and defend the life and liberty we fought so hard to secure.

Also it says the RIGHT of the people. It doesn't say "a well regulated militia, being an option to the security of a free state, the government-deemed necessity of the people to keep and bear arms may or may not be infringed".

Issue 2:

I don't have a particular love of the coal industry. In the grand scheme of things I know little about it but it is disturbing to me that this, like so many other things, were ignored by the main stream media. His take on the coal industry - the one he wishes to bankrupt:

Let me sort of describe my overall policy.

What I've said is that we would put a cap and trade system in place that is as aggressive, if not more aggressive, than anybody else's out there.

I was the first to call for a 100% auction on the cap and trade system, which means that every unit of carbon or greenhouse gases emitted would be charged to the polluter. That will create a market in which whatever technologies are out there that are being presented, whatever power plants that are being built, that they would have to meet the rigors of that market and the ratcheted down caps that are being placed, imposed every year.

So if somebody wants to build a coal-powered plant, they can; it's just that it will bankrupt them because they're going to be charged a huge sum for all that greenhouse gas that's being emitted.

(from: http://media.newsbusters.org/stories/hidden-audio-obama-tells-sf-chronicle-he-will-bankrupt-coal-industry.html?q=blogs/p-j-gladnick/2008/11/02/hidden-audio-obama-tells-sf-chronicle-he-will-bankrupt-coal-industry)

Issue 3:

The "punished with a baby" remark:

"But it should also include -- it should also include other, you know, information about contraception because, look, I've got two daughters. 9 years old and 6 years old," he added.

"I am going to teach them first of all about values and morals. But if they make a mistake, I don't want them punished with a baby," Obama said.

I wonder how his daughters feel about that remark...

Issue 4:

Obama wants a civilian national security force:

"We cannot continue to rely on our military in order to achieve the national security objectives that we've set. We've got to have a civilian national security force that's just as powerful, just as strong, just as well-funded." (emphasis added)

Um, we have that. It's called the United States Military. You know, the one he holds so much disdain for. The ones who do nothing more than air-raid villages and kill innocents. He wants his own "security force"...is that even just a little bit disturbing to anyone else?

Issue 5:

Redistributing the wealth:

Let's not forget he wants to "spread the wealth around" because "that's good for everybody". Excuse me? It's good for everybody? How is that good for me, if I'm the one you're stealing money from? How is it good for the one your giving my stolen money to? Because it sure doesn't teach them ambition, dedication, determination...it teaches them handouts. Don't we have enough of those already?

Seems he is in line with this statement:

From each according to his ability, to each according to his need
That is the basis of the communist society. Sounds a lot like redistribution to me.

I wrote a blurb last year about Veteran's day that was similar to what is written below but I think applies to Tuesday so I changed it a little and included in this rant :-)

If you haven't voted already I hope you plan on voting Tuesday. When you stand in line (surely there will still be lines) I hope you will take a good look around. We are able to have our voice counted on election day, shop at the mall, worship where we please, say and do pretty much whatever suits us because that guy over there made a sacrifice of his time, blood, sweat, tears, friends to ensure that we could. That elderly Walmart greeter fought for you. The lady that sits three rows up from you on Sunday morning cared for the wounded and dying so many years ago. That college kid spent last year clearing houses in the desert for you. They put the safety of your children, grandchildren, family before their own. You can bet election day has a different meaning to them. You can most certainly bet they would say they were just doing their part, just doing their job. They'd ask you to remember their buddies who didn't come home. We should do the same but never forget the ones that came home, the ones that still serve here and abroad. Think about what they - and their families - sacrifice so you can continue to have the priviledge of voting. Don't waste it.

2008-08-11T20:35:00.003-04:00

So we made through the first day of school. Survived a very late and very grouchy bus driver. Survived the first day of a new school. The basic sentiment was that this was a good day. We haven't yet reached the "I hate school", "My teacher is so mean!", "I don't want to go to school and you can't make me" days.

We are in countdown mode.

I am in my beginning of the year organization mode. Unfortunately, I've never managed to get far but I might as well say it again - this year will be different.

We'll see...

2008-08-11T20:18:00.000-04:00

Remembrance Day

2008-05-24T21:18:00.001-04:00

This is when they speak the loudest…please just remember me, they beg.
If at no other time of the year, remember me today.

Do you remember what I gave?

Do you even remember who I was?

I was the kid next door. I was your friend. I sat behind you in calculus. I worked with you that summer at McDonalds. I was the one who was too young to sign the contract so my mother let me. She didn’t want me to lie about my age. I was the one who didn’t want to, but I did it anyway because I knew someone else would just have to take my place.

I don’t ask for much. Just think of me. Remember how I laughed, what made me angry, my favorite song. Do you remember that movie I always quoted? How I liked my burgers? Remember my favorite book with the dog-eared pages? Remember my favorite jeans and t-shirt. Remember me in uniform. Remember that look, my smile. Remember that I had the will to fight.

When you do the things I loved to do, think of me. If you remember me in the little things I will always be with you.

With Honor and Courage

2008-04-29T20:33:00.001-04:00

All this talk about politics got me to thinking. What will November bring? You hear a lot about the issues (real and imagined) … the economy, the war, global toasting. What have you heard about honor and courage? I don’t mean the kind that runs through imaginary sniper fire. I’m talking about the real thing.

I’ll admit I have not always been a gung-ho McCain supporter. Sure, in 2000 I was. There have been some things before and since that I’m not 100% supportive of but guess what? He’s the real thing. He’s going to be the Republican nominee, despite what the Ron Paul supporters believe. Remember what I said about honor and courage? The man knows honor. The man lives with more courage in his eyelashes than most of us will ever begin to muster. He wears the scars of commitment and service. He knows what it means to stand by your brother. He knows what it means to live in desperate conditions. We hear how we should feel for the poor and downtrodden. Do you not think his time in a Hanoi POW camp would qualify as downtrodden? Just a little. He did not take the escape of privilege. He lived five years in hell, and likely more at home in a private hell we don’t want to know about.

I read somewhere he has “skin in the game”. He knows what it feels like to send a child to war. He’s seen his own sons follow in the family footsteps, including refusing privileges. He knows what it’s like to be there, and he knows what it’s like to be the one waiting at home. He also knows we cannot cut and run.

Think about the men who served with McCain in those POW camps when you stand in line in November. Think about the ones who didn’t come home. Think about the ones whose names are on the Wall. Think about my husband and my cousin and my neighbor who are serving now. Think about the ones who are waiting at home. No other candidate is going to think about us the way McCain does. With honor and courage.

Could you pass The Test?

2008-04-29T18:12:00.000-04:00

The Test

Before Pat deployed I made several resolutions, so to speak. I was going to lose weight – I am. I started Weight Watchers and have lost 13.5 pounds so far. Not too shabby. I am pleased with my progress. I also resolved to improve my defense skills. Get more time in at the range. Add to my tactical database. Taking classes and getting to the range aren’t easy as it involves money and babysitting but I’ve managed to do both. This weekend I took a class from Personal Defense Training called “The Test”. It is a class my husband has spoken highly of since he took it several years ago. It is a Force On Force class that places you in a number of real life scenarios armed with the tools you normally carry on a daily basis. For me, it was a blue gun (training gun) and inert OC spray. I wondered at first if this was the right class for me. I mean, I know I need more training with my weapon. I’ve had some formal training but nothing like Pat has had so far but when the class was offered again I decided to sign up for it. It fills up quickly and now I can understand why.

The class was small with seven students, David Blinder our instructor and his team of role players (there were 3). It was the perfect size. We were briefed on safety (David is a self-professed safety nazi), suited up in our gear and the fun began. I won’t go into detail about the scenarios. David changes them up, he has dozens to pull from, and tries to customize to the students real life situation. By the end of the ten hours I was exhausted. My body felt like I had been taking blows all day. I realized it was from the tension and repeated adrenaline rushes I had been experiencing all day. I left very happy I had taken this class. I learned some new things. I learned some of the plans I had in my head if I were ever in SHTF situation wouldn’t work so I had to rethink those. I learned to have a plan. Even if your plan is to run. I learned movement is always a good idea. I learned if your gut says go then go. I understand now why Pat speaks so highly of this class. I’m glad I was there. Honored to have the opportunity to learn under David and his team.

Check it out at: http://www.personaldefensetraining.com

Flatdaddy again...

2008-03-09T23:09:00.002-04:00

Flatdaddy - or Flat Daddy-O as my daughter calls him - make another public appearance. My daughter's kindergarten class is doing a Flat Stanley project so Flat Daddy-O was a guest star in her class this week. They measured him and compared his size to Flat Stanley. They talked about his uniform and a little about where he is. My daughter was very proud to share her daddy-o with her classmates.

One day this week I'll be toting Flat Daddy back up to the school to visit my son's classroom. And later this week he will be doing the "donuts with dad" gig with my preschooler. He's almost as busy as he would be if he were home LOL!

Yes, I know, I need to post pics. I'll get around to it!

The deployment adventure continues...

2008-02-24T21:17:00.002-05:00

My dh will be leaving this week for the sandbox. Wow.

Last night was the blue and gold banquet for my ds's cub scout pack. It was his last as a cub scout - he earned his arrow of light and crossed over to boy scouts. We took flatdaddy with us to share in the event. Perhaps I'll blog about the adventures of flatdaddy, too. A dual blog - deployment and flatdaddy :)

Confirmation

2008-01-09T13:04:00.000-05:00

Not that I needed it but this was my adventure yesterday...

Yesterday morning I was on my way to the pediatrician’s office w/my 15-month-old daughter. There was a white BMW in front of me having a hard time turning – it seemed to me the driver was distracted, maybe on the phone, not paying attention to the turn. So, as soon as we made the turn I moved over into the right lane to go by him. There was a truck in front of him and he sped up on the trucks bumper then nearly hit the front corner of my van cutting over into my lane. I blew my horn at him. He stopped! I couldn’t get back over into the left lane to go around him b/c of traffic so, instead of running into him, I slammed on my brakes. He gets out. I still can’t get over into the next lane so I dial 911. This is an older man, gray hair and beard, wearing what looked like a Disha Dasha (not sure if that is correct – Saudi like attire) and starts yelling at me. The only thing I heard was that I ought to be ashamed of myself. By that time I was yelling move! Move! Move! 911 had me on hold. My hand was on my weapon but I had not removed it from the holster. My window was up. He had not actually touched the vehicle but was busy yelling and shaking his fingers at me. I noticed he glanced at where my hand was – I think he realized I had a gun and he shut up and left. 911 finally came on the line and I gave them a description of the car and tag but he was long gone I’m sure and they have other things to do besides chase him down.

I was glad I had a headset so I didn’t have to have one hand on the cell phone.

I was aggravated that I couldn’t just pull away.

My OC wasn’t as handy as it should have been.

My weapon was.

The day it hit me or why I carry...

2007-12-18T15:14:00.000-05:00

It was this time of year so I thought I'd share...

My AHA moment did not come in a rush of violence. My AHA moment came on a cold December morning in 2005. I had dropped my oldest daughter off at preschool. It was the last day of school before Christmas break and it was an early release day for her. That meant instead of getting out at 12:30 I would pick her up at 11:00. Not enough time to go home before I would have to turn around so I decided to kill some time at the Wal-Mart just down the street from her school. It was just my middle daughter and I who was the youngest at the time at 9 months old.

I pulled into the parking lot and started searching for a place to park. Remember, it was Wal-Mart, it was December so it was crowded. The aisles in the parking lot were marked with large white arrows painted on the pavement (actually, this is important). As I was headed toward the store, up an aisle, a full size white pick-up truck was coming down the aisle – the wrong way. I was far enough back that I stopped to let him pass. As he did I shrugged my shoulders and said to myself “What are you doing?” I was referring to the guy in the truck but I wasn’t bitchy, I wasn’t snotty, I wasn’t yelling…I was just wondering. Okay, never mind that guy I thought and I headed up that aisle but there was nowhere to park. I turned and started down the next aisle and lo and behold here he comes again. This time he stopped directly in front of me in my mini-van. I could not go forward and going backward, while it was an option, would have involved some maneuvering and me taking my eyes off of him. I didn’t want to do that. He was very clearly yelling and gesturing at me and not in a very nice way. I was stuck. It was then that I realized he was a nutcase and I could be in some very real trouble. I could not cower; I would not get out of my vehicle either (that would be stupid). I looked directly at him and yelled, “Move! Move! Move!” It felt like forever but I am sure it was just seconds he backed up into a parking spot and I drove past him. I had decided I would not be getting out of my van with this guy around. I drove toward the exit and realized he was following me. Oh shit. What now? Keep moving is all I could think. I could turn left or right out of the exit – my preference was left because that would take me to a main road. I felt that I would have a better chance of getting away from this guy on a main roadway. I couldn’t turn left though because traffic was backed up at the light so I had to turn right down a side street. Okay, keep moving. I knew the area well enough, mostly these side roads led to residential areas, but I knew enough to keep going, turning, to head towards a more populated area. He was still behind me after several turns. I did have my phone in my hand, and I did think about calling 911 briefly, but decided to concentrate on the road. My phone rang. I answered it – it was my mom. I remember saying I can’t talk, I’ll call you back but not telling her why. Within seconds they guy pulled off. I realized that maybe he thought I was on the phone with the police. I also realized that had I called the police they would never had gotten there in time to protect me from harm had he decided to go that route. He was a big guy. He was in a full size truck. Had he struck and disabled my vehicle and then gone after me I could have done very little to stop him. I could not have run away. My baby daughter was strapped in her car seat.

That was the moment.

I realized I was truly the first line of defense to protect my family and myself. My husband had purchased a gun for me for Christmas the year before and I actually already had my CCW but had never made the commitment to carry before this day. My husband already did but had never pushed me one way or the other…it was my decision to make. I wasn’t at all opposed to it but before this I thought I would only “need” to carry if I were going to be in a “bad” part of town. No, I don’t typically frequent those “bad” parts of town so that really didn’t make much sense. I also thought that if my husband were carrying his weapon well, that would be enough to protect me, too. After all, did we both really need to carry at the same time? I’ve since modified my thinking on those matters. As for the “bad” part of town? Well, that can be anywhere, anytime, anyone. Some may think of that as a paranoid statement but I don’t see it that way. Home invasions don’t just happen in the bad parts of town. Meth labs or known drug houses aren’t only in the bad parts of town. People don’t just get robbed, raped or killed in the bad parts of town. Sometimes the bad people venture out past that invisible line the good folks like to imagine is there. When they do, it’s usually not a social call. As for my husband being my protector? He’s a great shot. He’s had a lot more training than I have so far. He’s also not always with me and why should the responsibility fall only on him? We were given charge of our children – We – both of us have a duty to protect them. We have a duty to protect ourselves so we can be around to provide for them. I’ve carried my weapon everyday since. Either on my person or in a carry purse when I was pregnant and couldn’t make a belt and holster work with maternity pants. It is not a cure all. It will not magically protect me and mine, leaping from my holster and miraculously making well-placed shots to stop an attacker. My responsibility begins with being very aware of my surroundings. Being responsible in my actions, and listening to my gut or that small voice that says “hey something isn’t quite right here”. My weapon is a tool, there to perform a specific function should I need it. I am the first line of defense.

Making a difference

2007-12-01T19:13:00.000-05:00

Odds are, unfortunately, you've never heard of Emmaus Catholic Parish, the iBOT, or Lakeway, Texas. To tell the truth neither had I until I saw a report on the local Fox news channel about how this little church in this little community worked to make a huge difference in the lives of some wounded soldiers. Together, this parish along with the community of Lakeway, have raised enough funds to provide ten of the $25,000 iBOT Mobility Systems to wounded soldiers.

These are amazing machines! Take some time and take a look at http://www.ibotnow.com/about-ibot.html and visit Emmaus Catholic Parish at http://www.emmauslakeway.com/

Code of Ethics

2007-11-23T20:12:00.000-05:00

Too bad this isn't the norm....

Hazel Green High School
Code of Ethics

We, the undersigned students of the Hazel Green High School in order to have a more perfect school establish principles of honesty, industry, courtesy, cleanliness, and sportsmanship and to promote the general welfare of our school and community; do hereby ordain and establish this Code of Ethics.

Honesty
I will be honest in all my dealings with my fellow students
“An honest man is the noblest work of God.”

Industry
I will be a diligent worker.
“Dost though love life? Then do not squander time for that’s the stuff life is made of”

Courtesy
I will be courteous at all times.
“Life is not too short for courtesy”

Cleanliness
I will endeavor to do all that I can to make my school building comfortable, neat and attractive.
“Cleanliness is next to Godliness”

Sportsmanship
I will be a better loser than a winner.
“It’s not whether you win or lose but how you play the game.”

I will do all I can for the sake of humanity and the honor of my school.
“To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.”

Class of 1932

Frustrated Republican - or am I?

2007-11-20T20:04:00.000-05:00

I grew up being proud of my country. Thinking, believing, that first and foremost I am an American and that it something extraordinary. I’m not better than anyone else. I’m not superior. I come from a country that has fought for its freedom. That stands for honor, courage, and liberty. It saddens me to see what passes for “leadership” in the Congress and The White House. I’ve been a Republican since before I could vote, when it didn’t count. It is hard to call myself one these days. I feel my party has veered drastically off course and away from the values this country used to hold so close. I feel that way of our president sometimes, as well. When 9/11 happened I believe GWB was the man to have in office. No doubt in my mind that he was put there to help our country face an attack on our soul. What baffles my mind is why he has turned his back on us now. Whatever name you want to call it the Immigration Reform nonsense was/is amnesty. Allowing that amnesty nearly makes the sacrifices our men and women are making in theater null and void. No, we haven’t had an attack on our soil again – but it is only a matter of time. Until we close the borders, deal with the illegals that are here, and make some drastic changes to the system that allows immigrants entry into our country we are only delaying the inevitable.

2007-11-16T12:13:00.000-05:00

Now, on to the other questions that I would like to lay to rest once and for all (Okay,that's a bit extreme. It is actually a question I love to answer.);

Why do I carry a gun? There are several reasons and they are affirmed every time I read about a home invasion, car jacking, mugging, robbery, rape or murder. They are also reinforced by the stories of men and women who survive an attack by a bad guy, save an innocent that has been targeted, helped secure the life and liberty of themselves, their family, their community. The second amendment to the constitution gives me the RIGHT to own a weapon. The concealed carry permit gives me permission to carry my weapon…you guessed it… concealed. There actually will be more on this later…

Am I paranoid? Yes, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t out to get me. A healthy dose of paranoia never hurt anyone, much.

Is someone out to get me? Isn’t there always?

Aren’t I worried my kids will get it and shoot themselves or someone else? Worried, no. Proactive – I hope so. We talk openly about GUNS (yes I said it – we talk about guns in my family). They are allowed to see the weapons anytime they want. We will stop what we are doing and show them, share with them the rules, and allow their curiosity to be satisfied. We will continue to do this as long and as often as it takes.

Am I worried a bad guy might just take it and use my own gun against me? Um, no. Just no. I’m not. I plan to fill him with so many holes he couldn’t possibly.

2007-11-15T15:47:00.000-05:00

I'm sleep-deprived after being up all night with a sick wee one. I'm afraid I couldn't make a coherent post but I wanted to put this out there. This quote jumped out at me today. I thought it was a great example of what it means to be a grown up :). Here it is for you to ponder...

"After awhile you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for paths.
After awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So plant your garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong, And you really do have worth."
-Veronica A. Shoffstall

2007-11-14T12:41:00.001-05:00

I have become a fan of TLC’s Jon and Kate plus 8. Jon and Kate Gosselin have twin 7-year-old daughters and 3-year-old sextuplets. I am totally amazed at what Kate Gosselin is able to accomplish on a daily basis. Her house is spotless; her children don’t eat fast food because she cooks for them – mostly organically. She can actually take them places LOL! Now, I do understand that a lot of it is in the editing but they still have a pretty amazing family. I’d love to be able to whip up an organic meal for 10 in a flash! Heck, I’d be happy if mine would all just eat the same thing.

http://www.sixgosselins.com/

2007-11-12T15:36:00.000-05:00

Let this disclaimer serve as fair warning. I am feeling edgy today and not tolerant of some peoples attitudes. So sets the tone of my post...

Why?

This question actually has subcategories so let me break it down for you…

Why did your husband go back in the military after being out nearly ten years? Or, the variation, why did YOU let your husband go back in the military, don’t you know you have four children?

Well, I am glad everyone feels the need to point out that we have four children. Since I never graduated from college I must not be able to count so I appreciate the help there. Never mind the fact that I was there during the pregnancies, labor, and childbirth of each. Yes, it is going to be hard for them and they will miss their dad but life is sometimes hard. They are stronger than you could imagine.

As far as what I “let” my husband do…that’s just laughable. I don’t report to my friends and family every conversation we have be rest assured there were many on this very subject over many years and we were on the same page when he walked in to sign that contract.

Do you really need to know why he wanted to go back in? Um, hello, you do know there is a war going on, don’t you? Or have you forgotten? I know the mainstream media likes to spin a different story but I do believe our involvement in Iraq and Afghanistan has made a difference. I also believe we have to start what we’ve finished. My children are safer here for that reason. That is reason enough. We’re a family of sheepdogs. We believe we have a responsibility to protect and defend the country we pledge allegiance to.

Aren’t you worried he’ll get hurt or, worse, killed?

Gee, that thought NEVER crossed my mind until you mentioned it. Hmm, do you really think that could happen over there? Really? Please keep those assinine comments to yourself.

I am proud of my husband. I am proud of my family for being one of the thousands of military families around the world affected by this global war on terrorism. I have no doubt this will be hard so please don’t remind me how hard it’s going to be. I have no doubt it is dangerous. That never needs to be pointed out to my kids or me. Don’t tell me you wish “they would bring our boys home”. I want my husband to come home and all the husbands, wives, sons, daughters that are over there but not until we’ve done the job. To bring them home just so someone can say they are here puts us, and them, in a greater ultimate danger. It’s not the way we do things – or at least it’s not the way we should do things.

2007-11-11T13:09:00.000-05:00

Today is Veterans Day.

We put out our flags, wish someone a happy day, shop the sales...but do we take the time out of our day to think about what it means? We are able to do these things - shop at the mall, worship where we please, say and do pretty much whatever suits us because that guy over there made a sacrifice of his time, blood, sweat, tears, friends to ensure that we could. That elderly Walmart greeter fought for you. The lady that sits three rows up from you on Sunday morning cared for the wounded and dying so many years ago. That college kid spent last year clearing houses in the desert for you. They put the safety of your children, grandchildren, family before their own. You can bet Veteran's day has a different meaning to them. You can most certainly bet they would say they were just doing their part, just doing their job. They'd ask you to remember their buddies who didn't come home. We should do the same but never forget the ones that came home, the ones that still serve here and abroad. Thank you isn't enough but thank you just the same.

2007-11-10T17:21:00.001-05:00

I am going to begin my first blog post by wishing the United States Marine Corps a very happy 232nd birthday.

My great-uncle, United States Marine Daniel R. Hunt was killed at Guadalcanal. Although I never met him I don't recall a time that I didn't "know" him. My husband is also a Marine. So, happy birthday devil dogs. Here's to 232 more!

Gen. Lejeune's Birthday message:

The following will be read to the command on the 10th of November, 1921, and hereafter on the 10th of November of every year. Should the order not be received by the 10th of November, 1921, it will be read upon receipt.

On November 10, 1775, a Corps of Marines was created by a resolution of Continental Congress. Since that date many thousand men have borne the name "Marine". In memory of them it is fitting that we who are Marines should commemorate the birthday of our corps by calling to mind the glories of its long and illustrious history.

The record of our corps is one which will bear comparison with that of the most famous military organizations in the world's history. During 90 of the 146 years of its existence the Marine Corps has been in action against the Nation's foes. From the Battle of Trenton to the Argonne, Marines have won foremost honors in war, and in the long eras of tranquility at home, generation after generation of Marines have grown gray in war in both hemispheres and in every corner of the seven seas, that our country and its citizens might enjoy peace and security.

In every battle and skirmish since the birth of our corps, Marines have acquitted themselves with the greatest distinction, winning new honors on each occasion until the term "Marine" has come to signify all that is highest in military efficiency and soldierly virtue.

This high name of distinction and soldierly repute we who are Marines today have received from those who preceded us in the corps. With it we have also received from them the eternal spirit which has animated our corps from generation to generation and has been the distinguishing mark of the Marines in every age. So long as that spirit continues to flourish Marines will be found equal to every emergency in the future as they have been in the past, and the men of our Nation will regard us as worthy successors to the long line of illustrious men who have served as "Soldiers of the Sea" since the founding of the Corps.