Saturday, January 19, 2008
San Antonio
We are in San Antonio right now. Staying near downtown in a hotel that used to be a jail. Kinda cool it looks like it could have been a jail too. You can see where they sawed off the bars on all the windows. They used to hang people on the 3rd floor and lower the bodies to the 1st floor. We are on the 1st floor. No ghosts so far, not even any good stories from the receptionist. I may have to see about scaring up some spirits later hehehe... There is a nice hot tub outside. Its pretty cold out here for it being so far south, so that is good :)
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Takin off
Well in a few hours I will be headed down to Texas. No, not for Tex-mex.
My husband is hopefully getting on a plane in the next few hours and I am picking him up. Yay!
I should be back feb 1 or 2
Be sure to drink a lot of beer for me while I am just a few hours north of you all!
My husband is hopefully getting on a plane in the next few hours and I am picking him up. Yay!
I should be back feb 1 or 2
Be sure to drink a lot of beer for me while I am just a few hours north of you all!
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
hum
I just watched a video. I have some comments about it but I think I will refrain. What do you think about war as a necessary evil?
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
The Cosmos
I was laying in bed last night, minding my own business when the history channel decided to play a show about the universe. So I thought cool, something to watch besides reality TV. They started in on Wormhole theory and explaining how it works and how time works. For some reason I cannot get my mind around this idea. They were talking about how on one end of the wormhole it is a different time then on the other end. There were pretty pictures and clocks floating in space illustrating this, but I still was baffled. They also talked about how time on earth is different then time for someone in a rocket in space. Ok now, I get that gravity has a pull on time, and I understand the idea of what they are talking about, but for some reason I cannot see how it would make time travel possible. I mean, sure so its 12 here and in space its 1205... but what difference does it make if we are all in the instance. Maybe I am a little dee dee dee on this but how can you travel through a wormhole to the past? Its bothering me that my thinking wont accept this idea. I guess I am just a really linear person and any ideas of differing time in the same instance of the universe is crazy to me. Bleh
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Baby Bathtub, or Baby Blender
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Ah ya
Rich called me this morning, 330 am... lol... he is reenlisting in the army. We have been going through this for about 2 months, not knowing what was going on. He is getting stationed at Fort Carson :) yay! I am very happy...
I am going out Sat night, celebrations must occur!
I am going out Sat night, celebrations must occur!
Sunday, December 16, 2007
A different Christmas Poem
This made me cry of course lol :) I thought I would share
A Different Christmas Poem
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, my daughter beside me, angelic in rest.Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment or so it would seem, so I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t too near but I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know, then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, and I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, a lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier I puzzled, some twenty years old, perhaps a Marine huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark he looked up and smiled, standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.‘What are you doing?’ I asked without fear, come in this moment. ‘It’s freezing out here!’ ‘Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, you should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!’
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts...
To the window that danced with a warm fire’s light then he sighed and he said ‘It’s really all right, I’m out here by choice. I’m here every night.’‘It’s my duty to stand at the front of the line, that separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I’m proud to stand here like my fathers before me.’‘My Gramps died at Pearl on a day in December,’ then he sighed, ‘that’s a Christmas Gram always remembers.’‘My dad stood his watch in the jungles of Nam, and now it is my turn and so, here I am.’‘I’ve not seen my own son in more than a while, but my wife sends me pictures, he’s sure got her smile.’
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, the red, white, and blue... an American flag.‘I can live through the cold and the being alone, away from my family, my house and my home.’‘I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.’‘I can carry the weight of killing another, or lay down my life with my sister and brother, who stand at the front against any and all, to ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.’
‘So go back inside’, he said, ‘harbor no fright, your family is waiting and I’ll be all right.’
‘But isn’t there something I can do, at the least, ‘Give you money,’ I asked, ‘or prepare you a feast?’ ‘It seems all too little for all that you’ve done, for being away from your wife and your son.’ Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, ‘Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we’re gone, to stand your own watch, no matter how long. For when we come home, either standing or dead, to know you remember we fought and we bled is payment enough, and with that we will trust, that we mattered to you, as you mattered to us.’
LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN30 t h Naval Construction Regiment OIC, Logistics Cell One Al Taqqadum , Iraq.
A Different Christmas Poem
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, my daughter beside me, angelic in rest.Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment or so it would seem, so I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn’t loud, and it wasn’t too near but I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.Perhaps just a cough, I didn’t quite know, then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, and I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, a lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier I puzzled, some twenty years old, perhaps a Marine huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark he looked up and smiled, standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.‘What are you doing?’ I asked without fear, come in this moment. ‘It’s freezing out here!’ ‘Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, you should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!’
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts...
To the window that danced with a warm fire’s light then he sighed and he said ‘It’s really all right, I’m out here by choice. I’m here every night.’‘It’s my duty to stand at the front of the line, that separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I’m proud to stand here like my fathers before me.’‘My Gramps died at Pearl on a day in December,’ then he sighed, ‘that’s a Christmas Gram always remembers.’‘My dad stood his watch in the jungles of Nam, and now it is my turn and so, here I am.’‘I’ve not seen my own son in more than a while, but my wife sends me pictures, he’s sure got her smile.’
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, the red, white, and blue... an American flag.‘I can live through the cold and the being alone, away from my family, my house and my home.’‘I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.’‘I can carry the weight of killing another, or lay down my life with my sister and brother, who stand at the front against any and all, to ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.’
‘So go back inside’, he said, ‘harbor no fright, your family is waiting and I’ll be all right.’
‘But isn’t there something I can do, at the least, ‘Give you money,’ I asked, ‘or prepare you a feast?’ ‘It seems all too little for all that you’ve done, for being away from your wife and your son.’ Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, ‘Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we’re gone, to stand your own watch, no matter how long. For when we come home, either standing or dead, to know you remember we fought and we bled is payment enough, and with that we will trust, that we mattered to you, as you mattered to us.’
LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN30 t h Naval Construction Regiment OIC, Logistics Cell One Al Taqqadum , Iraq.
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