April 6, 2014

I moved!

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Linds

February 3, 2014

Coffee and Books Part 1 :Why I hate the third book

Our house feels like the 10 plagues of Egypt. We as a family have been sick essentially since Christmas, we have had sinus infections, the flu, pink eye, ear infections, a viral stomach thing, and now we wait. Wait to get better. We are NOT good waiters. The family was sick all weekend so mama went on the backburner and is regretting this on a beautiful Monday reserved for running. I used yesterday morning to go to he Acute care only to get a painful shot and some Flonase. She recommended I get Mucinex and take it easy. I did so, and today I FEEL LIKE DEATH. Not to mention I woke up this morning with Pink Eye again. Yippie! The choirs sing joyous tunes.

Anywhoo, I have been catching up on the FX viewing glory of the Twilight films. I must say, it took me all these years of reading the books and watching the movies to attempt to determine why Bella is so dumb. I was watching the first movie today when Jacob is talking about the werewolves and the cold ones yada yada and was deeply annoyed that she couldn't figure out what Jacob was. Why would you determine that your boyfriend was a vampire, but never put it together that the guy telling the story about the vampire might know what he is talking about from experience! Silly Bella.


Thus I give you my list of worst THIRD books in no particular order:

1. Allegient - Divergent Series
2. Mockingjay - Hunger Games
3. Eclipse - Twilight
4. Prisoner of Azkaban - HP
5. Blink - Malcom Gladwell (Technically book 2)

I always get this feeling of, I have to finish this....so what do I write? This is not a feeling I enjoy as a reader. I also don't like long drawn out messages when it doesn't need to be! If it is time to end, just end it already!
Linds

January 28, 2014

Harper's 1st snow! In Georgia!

Harper's first snow! She was super excited despite the picture making her look terrified. She kept looking around trying to figure out what the strange white stuff was!

Happy Snow Day to us tomorrow. Dear northern friends, southern friends are silly!

January 21, 2014

Lone Survivor, thoughts as an Army Wife.

I wasn't prepared for the reaction I had. Do you ever do that? Kind of mentally prepare for something, only to realize it was completely in vain?

When Paul was deployed I tried not to be THAT girl. I wasn't going to constantly worry about him. I knew there was down time, as well as time where he was risking his life in dangerous situations. I knew that. That was MY reality, and what I became a part of as I joined the ranks of military wifedom. I knew that some days and times I wouldn't hear from him, or know if he was okay, I came to terms with that. However, there is a deep sense of the unknown, that prior to my adoption into the army, I found fascinating, this other world where these awful things happen to other people. I talked to Paul's best friend every night. During that deployment Brien was the medic that worked the night shift. If anything happened, Brien would know and I would find out that way, my preferred way.

All spouses have a surreal vision somewhere in the back of their head picturing the outcome of highly ranking officials standing at the doorway of their home. Thus, when my enlisted husband talks about wanting to deploy again, my gut wrenches and I suck it up, because again I married into this life. I chose to raise our babies alone if my world comes crashing down in that fashion. I watch as he shifts from job to job craving what only war and adrenaline seem to be capable of creating. Thus, when we went to see Lone Survivor, I knew I would cry. I knew that it would be sad, and I was prepared for that.

I wasn't prepared for the last five minutes, the excruciating minutes filled with candid pictures of dead soldiers and their spouses, kids, dogs, guns. It's not so bad in the abstract, we all know that people die in war. It is different when it is your people, and every person who died in Lone Survivor and every war since the beginning of time belonged to someone. Those babies lost dads, wives lost husbands. The brutality of the movie was less striking to me than the brutality of life. How does someone survive that kind of loss, then have a movie made about it. It is beyond my comprehension to love that deeply. It's beyond my comprehension the allure of war, the allure of death. Perhaps that is the difference between myself and my military husband, I have to live for him so he can die for me, because isn't that the sacrifice we make marrying into the beast?
Linds

January 13, 2014

Syllabi- the other white meat

I love my professor, I really do, but this is my 2nd Master's degree, I don't need you to read the syllabus to me. There are only four teachers in the program, there are prerequisites and all of them use the same template. 

Although I appreciate the concern, I can read my syllabus. Additionally, let's get to it. I'm paying good money for this. You teaching me the syllabus doesn't help me learn to counsel. Just sayin.