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Whirlwind of a Weekend

It’s been a crazy few days.  Buddy brought me flowers randomly on Friday, which was very sweet of him.  They were so pretty!  It was perfect timing, too, because my tulips were dying (not quite dead, but almost… This will matter in a minute).

We had date night on Saturday, like we try to do before he leaves every time, whether it’s for a week or a month (like this time around).  We went to a steak restaurant and had some delicious food, but more importantly, got some time to focus on nothing but the two of us.

Pretty much describes our relationship perfectly!

Better photo!

We had game night with our wonderful neighbors on Sunday night.  E made dinner (which was amazing!) and we got a lesson in what Mormons believe, which was super cool.  Buddy and I both think it’s awesome that we’ve made so many friends that are comfortable talking about our faith and their’s (even when we don’t necessarily believe the same thing).  E and M (“Military E” not “Neighbor E”) are Catholic and we pray before every meal together, just like we would with our families.  It just makes all of our friends feel that much more like our Washington family.  Anyway, we played Settlers and then Blokus, both of which are REALLY fun!  It was a great evening, as always, and just what we needed before starting a week that was sure to be stressful.

Buddy and I walked in the door to find that the dogs had gotten into my tulips.  For those who don’t know, tulips are poisonous to dogs.  There were tulip pieces, diarrhea, and dog throw-up EVERYWHERE.  I immediately called the vet to find out what I should be looking for and then started the clean up.  We now need to get our carpet cleaned (not even the SpotBot could work that miracle) but the important thing is that the puppies are okay.  I spent last night getting up every hour to check their gums to make sure they weren’t turning white or blue (which would show that they were really sick and needed to go to the ER) so I spent today basically exhausted.  They’re clearly not feeling good, as you can see from the photo below.  Neither of them have wanted to play today; they’ve spent all day wanting to cuddle and sleep.  We’re just thankful that they’re okay and that we still have our boys safe.

Poor sick puppies


Buddy had his physical today that he has to do once a year (and had to get done before he left for Altus) which includes your normal physical stuff, plus the dentist and a couple of other things.  Everything checked out fine, but the dentist decided that one of his molars has to be taken out.  She wanted to DNIF (Duties Not to Include Flying… a four-letter word to pilots) him for 30 days to get it fixed.  After some begging at the flight doc, he agreed to let Buddy have the surgery on Monday afternoon, go DNIF for 72 hours, and if everything goes well (no dry sockets or anything), he can get off DNIF status in time to go to Altus.  What this means is, it could potentially be a very small roadblock or a very big one.  I’m just asking for all of your prayers/thoughts/dances that Buddy recovers quickly and is able to go to Altus for his Aircraft Commander training that he’s so excited about.

Have You Forgotten?

I finally got around to watching Wednesday night’s American Idol.  Buddy and I don’t really FOLLOW it, but we’re both huge music buffs (I’ve played piano for 15 years and clarinet for almost 11; he was in choir and show choir from the 6th grade all the way through the Academy) so we think it’s fun to watch other people perform, especially since most of these are my baby sister’s age (crazy).  Scotty sang “Have You Forgotten?” by Darryl Worley (the lyrics are at the bottom of this post in case you haven’t heard it before… you should definitely look it up).  First of all, let me just say, the kid has a VOICE.  Ridiculous.  But it sort of hit me hard last night while we were watching it.  Not in a bad way, but in a “Geez I hope this Osama bin Laden stuff sticks around and actually keeps some support for our troops for a while” kind of way.

It always amazes me how short of a memory Americans tend to have.  It really makes me sad that a year after 9-11, people stopped supporting our troops.  You don’t have to agree with the war (I have my days, too), but you do have to support our troops.  They’re over there because their Commander-in-Chief told them to and because they agreed to do what he says in order to keep us all safe.  Not all of them agree with the war; most of them would rather be at home with their families.  But they’re there because they love you and me and want a better future for our children.  How anyone can NOT support that, I’ll never understand.  I think Scotty singing the song was mostly because of the Osama bin Laden stuff that’s going on, but I do think that it needs to be played on radio stations and TV more often.

Music has such a huge power over people.  It can pull out emotions you never knew you had.  It can vividly remind you of a time or place in your life.  It can bring people together in a way almost nothing else can.  You don’t have to be talented to appreciate the lyrics or sounds in a piece of music.  Pieces that were written 250 years ago are still affecting people today; pieces that are written today will still be affecting people 250 years from now.  That’s the beauty of it.  It affects the listener as much as it does the musician, and it does so across time and space.

I hear people sayin’. We Don’t need this war.
I say there’s some things worth fightin’ for.
What about our freedom, and this piece of ground?
We didn’t get to keep ’em by backin’ down.
They say we don’t realize the mess we’re gettin’ in
Before you start preachin’ let me ask you this my friend.
Have you forgotten, how it felt that day?
To see your homeland under fire
And her people blown away
Have you forgotten, when those towers fell
We had neighbors still inside goin through a livin hell
And you say we shouldn’t worry bout Bin Laden
Have you forgotten?
You took all the footage off my T.V.
Said it’s too disturbin for you and me
It’ll just breed anger is what the experts say
If it was up to me I’d show it everyday
Some say this country just out lookin’ for a fight
Well after 9/11 man I’d have to say right.
Have you forgotten, how it felt that day?
To see your homeland under fire
And her people blown away
Have you forgotten when those towers fell
We had neighbors still inside goin’ through a livin’ hell
And we vow to get the ones behind Bin Laden
Have you forgotten?
I’ve been there with the soldiers
Who’ve gone away to war
you can bet they remember just what they’re fightin’ for
Have you forgotten
All the people killed
Yes some went down like heroes
In that Pennsylvania field
Have you forgotten
About our Pentagon
All the loved ones that we lost
And those left to carry on
Don’t you tell me not to worry ’bout Bin Laden
Have you forgotten?
Have you forgotten?
Have you forgotten?!

Days like today…

…remind me why I love this life.

I woke up this morning at 0530 with Buddy to get him ready for his local (a flight in the “local” area… generally the same state or so).   He left, the boys and I went back to bed for an hour, and I got up, got ready, made breakfast, and played with the dogs for a bit.  Then I headed to base to my friend E’s house.  We had decided to go watch Buddy’s take off with her 14 month old daughter.  I hadn’t seen him fly in anything (T-6s, T-1s, or C-17s) so I was REALLY excited.  He took off right on time and did a couple of touch-and-gos.  It was so cool!

E and I spent the whole day hanging out.  Her husband is in our squadron too so he’s currently on the road in Germany (our squadron flies more than any other).  She’s been having a rough time so I was happy to spend the day with her and their daughter.  It was SO much fun getting to go shop and just sit on the couch and talk to someone else who gets it and gets me.  She and I have only been friends for a few months, but I already feel closer to her than I do most of my friends.  We just instantly clicked which was amazing.  On our way to World Market, Buddy’s C-17 flew RIGHT over the car so I got to see Buddy fly twice in one day, after almost four years of never having seen him fly!  Buddy met us at E’s house when he was done de-briefing and chatted with us for a bit since we were out on the driveway with E’s daughter playing with chalk (it was FINALLY sunny today!).

I headed to the commissary, picked up some groceries, came home, and made grilled chicken, mac n cheese, and balsamic vinegar roasted asparagus.  It was delicious, but the best part was getting to sit on the couch with my sweetheart, puppies playing on the floor, and relax after a busy day for both of us.


I got into it with an acquaintance last night.  It looks like Texas State University is going to allow concealed weapons on campus.  I’m for it; he was against it.  We were debating it, and he said that he didn’t like the thought of 18 year old college kids running around campus with guns.  This was where it started to go downhill.  First of all, if you’re going to debate me, PLEASE know your facts, like the fact that you have to be 21 before you can even think about having a concealed weapons license (CHL).  I pointed out the fact that the VAST majority of campus is under 21 so most of them can’t even own one.  He said that we should leave the gun handling to trained professionals.  I rebut with “First, you have to go through a training course before you’re allowed to own a gun.  And second, 2000 of the 5000 students over 21 on campus are vets.  Does that count as trained professionals?”  I mean, honestly.  The gun a vet might be carrying in a holster is likely to be a tenth the size of the one they’ve been “running around with” for the last 4 to 10 years.   He responds with “Oh yeah, just what we need.  A bunch of crazy old vets running around with guns.”  I LOST it.

Maybe I shouldn’t have.  Maybe he didn’t mean it the way it came out.  But it came out incredibly insulting to my friends and military family and I’m not okay with that.  Most of the vets at TState aren’t much older than he is, if they’re older at all.  And as for crazy… I would love to see him deal with the stuff our military does and NOT have some issues at the end of it.

Frankly, I’m not okay with anyone (vet or not) being referred to as “crazy.”  They may have a mental illness, but that doesn’t make them crazy; it makes them sick.  It means they need HELP, not to be stigmatized or mocked, and certainly not to be used as ammo for why we shouldn’t allow guns somewhere.  We should be taking care of the vets who need the help and ensuring that their career at Texas State is successful so that they may go on to be a productive part of the society they spent years protecting.  The guys in the VA office are doing an amazing job of that.  They go above and beyond to make sure that our vets are taken care of.

I don’t care what your stance on gun control is.  You do NOT get to refer to a hero as crazy.

Great Day

Well, the husband is once again, flying.  This one is just a night air refueling flight which is okay.  At least he’ll be home sometime late tonight.  He leaves for a month next week for Aircraft Commander training which is VERY exciting for him since he’s the first one in his year class to make the upgrade.  We’re both sad about it though, because it’s yet another month of him being gone.  I guess it’s something we’re both used to, but not something that sits well with either of us.  Today was absolutely amazing; we spent it with the sun (or rather, light through the clouds) and fresh air streaming in the windows, napping and hanging out with the dogs.  It just makes it that much more poignant that he’s leaving.

I think both of us are ready to have him home more.  Granted, that’s not going to happen for another couple of years until we get to a different base, but it’s something we’re both looking forward to.  We’re newlyweds; we want to get to spend time together.  He’s my best friend and I don’t like living my life like he’s not my husband.  I’ve grown so accustomed to him being gone more than he’s home that it’s harder when he IS home.  I feel like a terrible person for that, but I don’t know any other way to be.  We even had to get our dog a little brother so that he would stop crying every time Buddy walked out the door.  If Buddy didn’t do it so often, we would have just dealt with it, but our puppy can’t be sad for 290 days a year!

It doesn’t help that we live in possibly the most depressing place in the country.  I mean, I’m discovering the reason that it has the highest depression rate in the continental United States.  The news station that I have on just announced that they created a “sun tracker” so we can find out when and where there will be sun and go find it.  That’s how little sun there is up here.  My grandma just left today… I think she believes me now when I say we have NO sun up here.

To end, I promise that not all of my blogs will be this melancholy.  It’s just been so nice to have him home for a couple of days that the thought of him being gone again for a month is just not one I want to be thinking about tonight.