The New Guy In Town

Nearly a year since I have added anything to this blog. I am sure there are many things that I really should take the time to update, and I will get to that a step at a time. My first order of business really, truely, however is to take the time to welcome a son-in-law to out family. David Case is a Marine who is currently stationed in North Carolina. He and Rebecca were married August 1, 2011. They did the romantic thing and eloped. We are very happy that he has joined the family and we look forward to meeting him in person.

But the first order of business is to get the newlyweds under the sane roof, Rebecca is still living in Oregon. Government housing, as usual, is a long waiting list, and any affodable housing is something you wouldn't let your dog live in, let alone your wife. I have vever understood that, but I think it is because landlords know if they don't get paid by a servicemember they can go to that persons chain of command and make thier lives a living hell. Hey, guess what landlord, even for those outside the military who can't meet the bills, it sucks for us too!

But I digress. The word "son" feels strange to roll off my tongue, but I am glad it is David I get to call that. I have enjoyed watching the two of them communicate online. BUT I can't wait until they are under the same roog, as it should be. I love you both. Mom

The Military Wife

When the Lord was creating a military wife He ran into His sixth day of overtime. An angel appeared and said, "You're having a lot of trouble with this one. What's wrong with the standard model?"

The Lord replied, "Have you seen the specs on this order? It has to be completely independent but must always be sponsored to get on a military installation. It must have the qualities of both mother and father during deployments, be a perfect host to 4 or 40, handle emergencies without an instruction manual, cope with flu and moves all around the world, have a kiss that cures anything from a child's bruised knee to a husband's weary days, have the patience of a saint when waiting for its mate to come home and, have six pairs of hands."

The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands? No way." The Lord answered, "Don't worry; we will make other military wives to help. Besides, it's not the hands that are causing the problem, it's the heart. It must swell with pride, sustain the ache of numerous separations while remaining true, beat soundly even when it feels too tired to do so, be large enough to say 'I understand' when it doesn't, and say 'I love you', regardless.

"Lord," said the angel, gently touching His sleeve. "Go to bed. You can finish it tomorrow." "I can't," said the Lord. "I'm so close to creating something quite unique. Already it can heal itself when sick, on a moment’s notice it will willingly embrace and feed total strangers who have been stranded during a PCS move and it can wave goodbye to its husband understanding why he had to leave."

The angel circled the model of the military wife very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.

"But tough," the Lord said excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this being can do or endure."

"Can it think?" asked the angel. "Can it think?! It can convert 1400 to 2 p.m.," replied the Lord.

Finally the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. "There's a leak," she said. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model." It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear." "What's it for?" asked the angel. "It's for joy, sadness, pain, loneliness and pride." "You're a genius," said the angel.

Looking at her somberly, the Lord replied, "I didn't put it there."

Red White Blue Night in Georgia

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