Friday, March 23, 2012


it has been 83 days since he left. it really seems like forever ago. and we haven't even made it to triple digits yet. *sigh*  
we have had a few bumps in the road....getting used to the 'new' routine. that is not always easy when the routine we had...we liked. he is so much a part of everything. his absence is hard to ignore. we are all better when we stay busy. so that's what we do.

he is a true hero. when i see this photo, i can't help but to be proud of what he does for a living. what he sacrifices. his boys know they have a 'cool' daddy....but one day they will realize what that really means.

i heart technology. there is no other way to put it. he can share photos with us that he has taken and email them to us to see right away. he has taken video clips of him flying. he has sent us a video photo tour. we were able to see where he calls 'home.'  how did people do this without it? we can video chat. i can call him when he is in his room and I'm running the kids around town. he can text from his computer. we chat a lot. more then i thought we would.  it's the communication that makes the days pass. 













Monday, January 9, 2012

1 week down!!!
{ 7 entire days behind us }

the first few days were....well awful!  i couldn't even make dinner without crying. we ate dinner in front of the TV, which NEVER happens in this household. EVER. then skype came to the rescue. seeing him made all the diference in the world. the tears seemed to fade away, dinner was eaten at our kitchen table with the tv off...kinda back to "normal"


and my Colorado bestie came to the rescue. by form of kidnapping me. we were supposed to grab lunch and see a movie. the night before a text came and said..new plan, be ready at 9, i'm kidnapping you. what a perfect idea at a perfect time. we headed to denver and i was about to be foushee'd. kinda of an inside joke. we pulled up to the spa (which was called spa foushee) and she told me, you are about to get foushee'd. I wondered where my foushee was? and what they were going to do to my foushee?  we giggled. it's what we do best. She had planned for us to have a cloud 9 -by the beach-weightless pedicure.   Oh Em Ge!!     We sat in this perfect chair, covered with this perfect white feather down comforter, and it began. they tipped the chair back to perfect weightlessness and i was off to heaven. it was amazing and just what i needed. she knew that. Pam, i'm thankful i was foushee'd!! I will never forget it.


this week we  'as in my fellas and i'  had our first coming to jesus talk. hated to have this...but i figured we would probaly have to at some point. they know Grammy as a fun, we get to do whatever we want, get whatever we want, rules optional, vacation Grammy. i'm glad to get it out of the way the first week. she enjoys that vacation Grammy role too. but that is just not reality for the year. she knows that. they had spend some of their day, while i was at work, jumping over the couch, eating oranges at the coffee table, playing around in grammy's room, telling her 'no' a lot. they are lucky i didn't completely loose my sh*t. well, i kinda did. that's ok. it made an impact. i hope. We will see. crossing my fingers.


 i want to remember.....

that i am thankful for Skype, being foushee'd, coffee with friends (or chai tea), kiddos getting to skype, eating breakfast with daddy, no tears since wednesday, text messages that make me smile, so many huge hugs from my work buddies, and the trifecta of k9 getting along
















that is all for now!!  more later.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

It’s 2012

{a new year}
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most people start their first BLOG of the new year with resolutions, maybe a reflection of the last year…I’m starting with neither. we started the New Year with a good bye. i thought i was prepared. we knew this day was coming. we talked about it. prepared the kids. i prepared myself. but not enough. it was pure torture saying good-bye to him. it was worse watching him say good-bye to our boys.
the countdown is torture in and of itself. it is like time is in slow motion, but speeds by at the same time. emotions run high. how can they not? having conversations about his wishes if ‘something were to happen to me’ is necessary, but too awful to imagine.
i’m not a writer. i prefer to tell my story and remember moments with photos. this way of documenting somehow seems necessary to me. to reflect. to keep record of my thoughts. a place for him to read about our day to day routine in more detail than i care to share on my favorite social network. for our family to look back and remember the good, bad and all the ‘in between’ moments.
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i am proud.

i am in love.

i am lucky.

i am thankful.

i am strong.

i am sad.

and

i am scared.










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but, we will do this. my plan…stay busy…stay focused…and stay positive. i’m not a person who spends time worrying. i hoping that works in my favor. we are calling ourselves the D team. My mother-in-law, the fellas and I …..the deployment team. I hugged her the night he left and thanked her for being here with me to do this.
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so, here we go. day #2 down….a lot more to go…our daddy jar of kisses will help us count down the days until mid-tour. the boys loved that they were able to eat their kiss from daddy after they brushed their teeth tonight. we will try to not make that a new habit. i haven’t found the perfect place to keep our jars of kisses. still looking for that spot. maybe i should take down Christmas and that would help me find that “perfect” place!!
~and to brent….home is just not home without you. I love you. and look forward to the next time i hear your voice. and davis much rather play plants vs. zombies with you. i suck.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Does this count as catch up???? A year in review video slide show???? I'm thinking, YES!!

This is us. Our Family. Our memories. The people we love. The things we love. All the memories that makes us US.


Saturday, August 21, 2010

{{Where do I even Begin???}}


Right here....


....posting some pictures of the people who make a difficult time better!
~most of the time~


Davis....

MItchell....

I hung my life on a coat rack 9 months ago. After my sister's horrible motorcycle accident...Brent and I have been helping her and her family put their life back together. This post is the start...I went back to that coat rack...and picked my life back up.....

Monday, September 21, 2009

Question....why is it so hard

for me to find the time to update my BLOG??  
answer....I have no idea!!
But.....I will  make a better effort
I promise

Thursday, June 4, 2009

My life is still full of brown boxes....

{But, we made it!!}

I am seated on a pop-up, $1, garage sale find, chair "thing" as I am typing this.  My computer is on the ground , my keyboard in my lap and the screen sitting on the shelf of my scrapbook table turned on it's side....but, we made it.  Arriving the night before I start work has been a bummer on my plan to ""get the house unpacked in 1 week.""  Thank goodness my Aunt is arriving this weekend to help.  Plan B= I hope eventually we get unpacked.  Plan C= we have a huge basement that has a perfect spot for a bunch of brown boxes. 

Road Trip-  The boys did wonderful. 3 straight 12 hour driving days...PERFECTION.  I wish our rented moving equipment did that good. 

Colorado- Wonderful.  I love it here.  Where has Colorado Springs been all my life.  I hope the Army forgets we're here. 

Altitude- Not so wonderful....but getting used to it.  Being 7,000 feet above sea level takes a little getting used to. 

Home improvements-  Should be unpacking.  Instead, Kitchen painted, dining room paint selected, deck...almost complete.  Still need sod, rocks, sand for playground in backyard. 

So here is my plan.  1) get up out off this seat "thing" and put my computer desk together and computer on it. 2) Go to bed so I can be on time for my last day of computer training tomorrow  3) unpack some boxes tomorrow  4) upload some pics of our road trip, house and such to my BLOG  this weekend. 

Bye