In the Army now!

My husband enlisted in the Army in June. He did a bunch of training and stuff and left for boot camp October 27th. Its a change. I was used to him working out of town for a week or two here and there, but this is different. He always called me. Every day. A couple times. And he would send me texts. All day. Now I can get letters. And every so often a five minute phone call. I miss him. I miss him more than I thought. Not that I really knew how much I thought I would. We have never been apart before like this, so......it's different.

It's strange to have every one look at me like I'm a time bomb waiting to go off. Like any minute now I'm going to start screaming and have a break down. I'm not - so relax. :) It's hard yeah but still. I'm ok. He is ok. It was so nice to go to his going away party and have so many people come. To have complete strangers come up to him and thank him for serving. He has received so much negativity about it from his family so that was nice. It's strange to have someone tell me I am brave for letting him do it. No I'm not. He is the brave one. And I'm not sure I had anything to do with letting him. When he told me it was what he wanted to do you could see in his eyes that he meant it. That he found his purpose, this is what he needed to do for him. How could I possibly say no you can't? But then I have never had an issue with the military so.... I didn't have that big of an objection in the first place. After all, he wanted (and still wants to do after the military) to go into law enforcement. Bomb squad and swat team kind of thing, so really how is this any more dangerous? I worry of course. I really don't want him to go to Iraq or Afganistan, but realize he very likely will. And we will deal with that when we need to.

For right now though..I just miss him. He is my friend. Sure we drive each other crazy and have each threatened to smother the other while we sleep, but really now, what married couple hasn't? :) I love my husband, I giggle like a schoolgirl and do a little happy dance with every letter I get. I have had three phone calls and those were awesome. His last one was Tuesday since Wednesday was Veteran's Day. He says he is doing well. They made him a squad leader and he says all the younger guys look to him. Which he says freaks him out a little. He said he doesn't know what he is doing any more than them just because he is so much older! Ha Ha Ha. He says his Drill Sgt. is the one all the other Drill Sgt.'s are afriad of. I laughed. Well at least he will know he REALLY earned it! He said some of it is what he expected, some of it is worse. But hey, it's the army. He misses everyone and said it sucks, he is getting smoked by some of these kids but over all he thinks he is doing just fine. :) I am super super glad he gets to come home for Christmas though! Josh is excited because he comes home on Josh's birthday!

Anyway - I think I meant this to be an update post but kind of just ended up wandering all over everywhere. :)

Rocket Cars and Puppies!

My Chihuahua's had puppies yesterday. They are so super cute! They are tiny but so is the mom. Josh is so excited! He of course asked if we could keep them. I said no, mean mom that I am. We have 2 - that's plenty. I don't know if they will be so cute when they are a little bigger and NOT housebroken. We'll see. But for now - super cute tiny little tribble dogs.

Aaron took Ansley to the Night Of Fire at RMR a couple weekends ago. They stayed out all day, and had a blast. He took Curtis along to help out but said Ansley was a trooper and never wanted to go home. When those cars raced by he just perked right up! Then when it got dark they raced the rocket cars. They fire up in the back like a shuttle before they zip down the track then the parachutes come out slow them down. Gennee was telling me that the next day after his bath Ansley was trying to hook a balloon to his backside. When she asked what he was doing he said "Mom I need a parachute! Too funny. Man I love that kid. I want to say it's Aaron's fault he is a redneck - but I think he was born that way. :)

Murder!

We had a murder party at my mother's house. It was great fun! We were all characters invited to dine with our host Arthur E Faxe. He is an archaeologist. (art e faxe get it? artifacts?) All of the names were puns. It was great. It was in the 1890's at a dig site. After we got to dinner we were informed that our host had been murdered and the police were on there way so we should figure out who the killer was before they got there. We all had parts and facts to be revealed throughout the dinner. It was great! My parents went all out decorating the place. They had played this one before so they were the cooks and the waiter. My dad is such a ham. You gotta love him! Overall I think it was a rousing success!!

P.S. It was Katie all along! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha

Singing in the Rain

I wandered outside last night with the dogs. (Yes I have dogs now. 2 long haired chihuahuas. My husband who is now banned from ksl saw them in the free section. So he took Josh up to look at them and I get a phone call. You know the one. Look how cute they are. We promise to take care of them and clean them and we love them so much they will be the best dogs EVER! Please please please please? And that was just from Aaron. ha ha ha ha. So now I have dogs. Cute little fluffy rats that they are. They don't bark except at the door, but they get over that pretty quick. They don't shake or pee when excited which is really nice. Over all I forgive them for guilting me into saying ok.)

Anyway, I still had yesterday's post in mind. So I stood there in the dark, listening to the wind go through the trees. Just me on the lawn with my fluffy rats. I closed my eyes and just listened. It sounds like the ocean. Like waves crashing down. I used to dream about what it would be like to talk to the trees. And if the wind was just the trees talking to each other. I read a book that had a tree in it that was a whole bunch of trees. 50 or 60 of them but they all shared the same root system. They were basically all one tree, or maybe a family i'm not sure. I thought about that wondering how they must talk to each other. With branches? Maybe shared sap? Like the sap was the blood of the tree coursing through all of them, sharing thoughts of the sun, the soil and the wind. How we must seem like mayflies with quicksilver in our veins. Rushing here, scurrying there, trying to fit everything in to our tiny short lives. I often think about how relaxing it might be to slow myself down and sink my mind into the sould of a tree. Feel myself slowly move along with the sap, feel the sun warm the leaves, and breathe. "But alas, quicksilver is my nature to ones like these."

And what about the mountains? How far would you have to slow yourself down in one place long enough to hear something from the stones? Those bones of the earth that have been here since the beginnings. Im not sure we are even mayflies to them. Far faster than quicksilver are we to them. But oh my, what wisdom and knowledge would we hear? The history of the earth, the ice ages and great floods?

Being quicksilver is allright though when its all you know. Im sure even the mayflies move at a pace that seems right to them. It rained all morning and will do so for a day or two the weather man says. I love the rain. I love the smell, and the sound. I love to listen to the thunder and watch the lightning. So who wants to be a mountain or a tree with no feet? They cant sing and dance in the rain.

Standing in the wind

On the Pride and Predjudice theme... I was at work this morning and my mom was playing the soundtrack to the movie. I was listening to the piano and I could picture Elizabeth Bennett standing on the cliff, with the wind blowing all around her. And I wondered what was she thinking about? What was she seeing? I listen to that music and it is relaxing, picturing myself on that cliff, standing in the wind. Listening to it blow, feeling it whip my hair and tug at my clothes and kiss my skin. Watching the sky and the clouds and the ground all around me, spread out for me to see. It's freeing. Just to let all my care and troubles and stresses free and be blown away for a while. To just stand there... What is so appealing to me in that thought? To just stand there, alone, in the wind.