So I am not mad at anyone, for the moment I like myself, my kids are healthy, my husband is helpful and interested, and interesting. I'm really wanting to blog, but my head is soooo mellow and even. Makes for dull reading, this even keel...
The Home Depot check out lady put tears in my eyes last night. She reminded me to thank a Veteran for their service to our country. It is something that is really hard for me to do. When I see a person who is currently active in the military, the thought ALWAYS comes to my mind to thank them for their service, but I can NEVER do it. There is something akward about it for me, but I hope they can feel my admiration. And wonder. It all scares me so much, that choice to give your life to one specific purpose. And the potential for loss. Ugh. Well, as I walked out of the store, gulping, I called my sister Katie. I thanked her for her service in the Navy. She was surprised, and pleasantly, it seemed; she told me I was the second Thanks of the day. It was 8 in the evening. She came home from her 4 years of service when I was six. That is 28 years ago, if you are trying to do the math.
My family would make her tapes and send them to her over seas. I don't know how often Mom did it, but I do remember hearing one with me yelling, "Cake! Cake! I want cake!" The baby of the family is always the MOST charming. And I think there were some sermons on tape too. A four year old doesn't know a lot about missing her sister, but a 34 year old knows a lot about loving her sister. Love you Katie. And cake--somethings never really change!!!!!
Heading over to the saloon now. Rustle up some hairdo's for the happy hour crowd.