navylangs

Nugga!

2011-10-25T18:55:00.002-06:00

3years ago while on a routine stop at Feathers n Fins on Marine Corps Drive our lives changed forever.... Mollydog joined our NavyLang family.

I covet way too much.

2011-10-10T08:43:00.002-06:00

You know what I secretly wish for?

Even more than a dreamy white kitchen??

A family portrait. One that is artfully coordinated, fabulous scenery, with all four of us looking at the camera - smiling out - looking happy.

You know what my reality is?

A family that is content. Kids that feel safe and know that they're loved.

And tons of snapshots to help me remember and keep my perspective!

Star gazing - best homework ever!

Summer made a beautiful exit last night

2011-09-23T07:48:00.002-06:00

I've created a monster

2011-06-11T12:59:00.001-06:00

.... A dusted cover all, black sock wearing, carefree kah-ro-kee singing Ana-White.com addict!

Random Thoughts

2011-06-06T10:50:00.000-06:00

Hey you, Miller Moths:
You annoy me and you creep me out! The way you hang out on my front door, just ready to slip inside the house completely uninvited is beyond rude. You force my kids to cover their ears at the mere thought of you coming near. We're over it.
Sincerely anxious for you to head to the hills,
Bugged

*****

KISS,
Really. Couldn't you guys have picked a different week in October to have your very first KISS Cruise? You mistakenly scheduled it the same week as my daughter's biggest band competition! I've put up with you and your crazy antics for nearly 20 years out of love for my hubs and was hopeful my patience was about to pay off with a cruise for me and a concert for your biggest fan.
Bummed,
Prude

*****

Colorado Springs driver,
Merge means merge, not STOP! Really, it's simple. And done correctly, works quite well on roads throughout the rest of the country.
Frustrated,
I just don't get it!?!

*****

Summer crickets,
Oh how I've missed you my warm weather friends! (ok, really just the sound. I don't care to see them. Ever.)
Fully Appreciative,
With the windows wide open

Dreamnight 2011

2011-06-04T10:34:00.001-06:00

Kudos to Cheyenne Mountain Zoo!

Anyone who knows G understands his love of the Zoo.
Any zoo and every zoo.
It's a 'must do' for our little family (and any fellow travelers who happen to be with us) no matter which city or which continent we happen to be visiting.

A few weeks back we received an invite to an annual special event at our local zoo for those of us who have an 'Exceptional Family Memeber'.
We prepared for an "exciting night .... as you visit dream stations, enjoy delicious food, and meet some of our animal friends."

The anticipation at our house was about as fun as it gets for G.

June 3rd, 5:30p.m. finally arrived!

We spent a full half hour watching the river otters performing the same routine over and over. Laughed over the pot bellied pig's enthusiasm for his dinner. And were fully entertained at the grizzly bears antics.
The only downer, G was so homesick for his Hannah he said his heart hurt.

We enjoyed the pace. Loved the enthusiasm of the volunteers. Relished seeing so many families enjoying one another. The planning that goes into an event like this makes my heart swell. Just because

Just to let you know . . . .

2011-05-29T20:40:00.000-06:00

11 months into this Colorado Springs gig and my high altitude baking skills still stink!

Friday Flashback

2011-05-20T16:44:00.002-06:00

I was blogging long before it was a trend.
Ok, not blogging really - but I used to be pretty good about sending monthly updates to friends and family while we were in Iceland, living so far from 'Home'.
I came across this old email while reminiscing today. We were such newbies in this whole military world. Oh my how we've grown!
Dated 10 years ago this week -
May 23, 2001:
It's Wednesday afternoon. The drizzle is falling outside, the Keflavik breeze is blowing, and the whole freakin' base is at my house! Sometimes I wonder why I even have a door on the hinges - it's being opened and closed constantly! But it's the sound of kids having a great afternoon and I love it!

I'm sure you've all seen the picture from the dining out by now. For those who didn't recognize who I was with... it was my husband disguised as a marine! I know, I know.... Sympathies are in order. I sent David to the barber shop Saturday (the day of the big event) thinking he would get a trim. Luckily, I was forewarned by my neighbor who had witnessed the event.
My response when I saw him..."Oh NO!" - spoken in full whine!
His response (while in full strut up the sidewalk and sporting a stupid grin) "Well now YOU don't have to worry about what YOUR hair looks like."
As for the dining out itself - it was a bit of a bore. Lasting 5 1/2 hours long, we toasted ourselves silly with too much H20. The highlight of the evening was when Captain Dickey's wife came up to me at the beginning and asked "Who was that new JG you were talking with?" Well, let me introduce you to my husband!
David received a penalty for that silly haircut. But it was forgiven when he told them about the "fine" he had already received at home.

We're at 20 hours of very bright daylight, followed by 4 hours of dusk. I just wish the warm weather would accompany that sunlight! I do have hope though. Bless-bless, Chan

Random Thoughts

2011-05-16T12:54:00.001-06:00

Dear Cheerful Facebook Friend,
Facebook hasn't been such a cozy place for me lately. But I love your 'Choice' to be so darn optimistic! When I pop in every once in a while, I see your love and enthusiasm for each new day. How refreshing is that little blurb of happiness amongst all the political/ill-information/name calling. Keep it up!

Your fellow Roadrunner,
Chan

*****

Band Guys,
You had some pretty big shoes to fill in the NavyLang family's eyes after such a good experience with Ms. Goldhorn in Guam. But you did it!
I would have to say your program made Madi's transition here one of her easiest yet. You teach so much more than music and band. The gift you share with these middle-schoolers will stay with them for life.

With Heartfelt Gratitude,
A Timber-tot Mom

*****

Dear Elements of the Earth,
I now know your secret weapon. Wind! How naive I was to only consider fire or water to be the destructive ones. Little did I know - being exposed to your strength for days (or months) on end can bring a stay at home mom to near despair. (Not to mention really making my yard look pretty silly with flowerless stems poking up everywhere.)

Please, give me a break. Pretty please with stems on top?
Windblown

*****

My Dearest Family,
We all know my daily threats of running away are completely hollow. As blissful as it sounds to visit the Dawgs in Hawaii, trying BBQ in Memphis, or seeing Broadway with Christie - I can't imagine doing it without my travel buddies. So to set the record straight - when I say I want to just run away, it really means "Let's all just run away from the monotony of daily life!"

So Obviously Dropping A Hint,
Mom

*****

My adorable band geek!

2011-04-04T16:51:00.002-06:00

She worried.

She doubted.

She practiced.

She persevered.

Her audition for high school band proved to be better than she ever imagined and we're ecstatic about the results!

What better way to celebrate than with frozen yogurt!

Blooming!

2011-01-31T08:09:00.014-07:00

One of my favorite parts of the day is driving the kids to school. I love when I can glimpse at an ordinary everyday scene and morph it into something special. I swear, I've actually witnessed Purple Mountain Majesty on many of our morning transports.

This morning's drive, however, was impossible to morph. The fog and low clouds made the hour seem earlier than it was. My mind has been constantly pre-occupied with family in Salt Lake.
I'm overwhelmed with planning a silly church party. And I had just snarled at G for turning in a late assignment at school.

As I came up on the usual red light at the intersection, we sat in uncomfortable silence - the kids and I each lost in our own thoughts. I'm not sure why, but every morning at this same light I always think of one particular friend and her favorite saying, "Bloom where you are planted". This morning's episode resonated especially strong.

I'm not blooming. My roots aren't even shallow. In fact, to be completely honest I haven't given this new 'hood a fair chance.
And I need to.
The kids are thriving, Dave enjoys the SG office, and I have the moodiest weather patterns on earth to keep me entertained.

The past couple of days have given me a sweet taste of spring, a hint of the promise that faith would be rewarded.
I'm taking my friend Lori's advice - I've got some gardening to do!

Random Thoughts

2011-01-25T14:27:00.000-07:00

Dear vet,
I'm curious as to how many pet parents are actually successful with your advice of using green beans or carrots as a "Treat"? Molly's medication may cause a ravenous appetite, but it sure doesn't decrease her taste buds.

Befuddled,
Molly's Momma

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Mother Nature,
I must sing your praises for giving Colorado Springs an average close to 300 days of sunshine per year. We have seen some bitter cold days so far, but that blue sky and vitamin D sure make it easier to deal with.

With gratitude,
Displaced Islanders

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Dear Jones',
Please stop tempting me to try keeping up with you.

Regards,
Trying to be content.

****

My favorite Teak Lady,
I love my sturdy souvenirs from Guam.
And I love that none of The Jones' have my same stuff.

Hafa,
Satisfied

January 23rd

2011-01-23T11:05:00.000-07:00

Today is my dearest friend’s 40th birthday. For the sake of not drastically interrupting your other daily obligations, I won't try to explain to you the many reasons we've remained so close. In truth, it would be impossible to explain.

I would, of course, like nothing more than to be able to share in some Hawaiian Haystacks today, or to even catch a ride on the UTA and head to The Mall – but that is not something that I am able to do being a state away.
So I will say this instead…
In this life, if we are very lucky, we are gifted a bond with another person that is unquestionable in its strength, in its sincerity, and in its reliability. No matter how bad things might get, how much time may pass, they are the ones that refuse to abandon us.

Though we are lucky enough to enjoy numerous relationships with a variety of people, the reality is that if you can seriously claim to have had one such unconditional friendship in your time on this earth you are unbelievably blessed. And I am.

Truthful tellings

2011-01-18T10:40:00.000-07:00

I must admit, I found it humorous (almost endearing) when I came across this not so little bugger while unpacking a recent furniture purchase.

I'm no tooth fairy!

2010-12-22T10:45:00.000-07:00

No topic creeps me out more than teeth. Just seeing the word kind of makes me nauseous!

Now add the words dentist and Garrett into the conversation and you probably get an idea of the stress level around these here parts. Someday I may have the courage to share G's adventures in dentistry with all of you. For now, I'll just tell you he's been asked to not return from more than one practice.

Dave had the courage to make the appointment with a neighbor that lives just down the street. I've been cringing for weeks in anticipation. If this goes bad - I still have to drive by their house daily. Multiple times! Madi will never be asked to babysit for them again!

BUT . . . .
I heard the appointment went well. I was sedated at home in bed.

Lang's Glimpse of Guam

2010-12-17T09:53:00.000-07:00

After seeing different variations of Guam videos make the rounds on Facebook, I wanted to share our own Glimpse of Guam. I first made this video for some very dear friends as they moved off the island, and used it as a template for our own family's version. Good memories!

Random thoughts

2010-12-08T08:42:00.000-07:00

Dear City Planners,
I don't understand the thought process used while planning the Northeast corner of the Springs. I long for a straight road that takes me east/west. One that doesn't make me carsick from all the ups and downs or the winding twists and turns.

Regards,
Gas Guzzler

***

Sweet Sunflower Boys,
I love my yard. It makes me smile every day.

With gratitude,
Mrs. L

***

Dearest G,
Your List is a resource that makes me both laugh and pull my hair out at the same time.

Merry Christmas,
Mrs. Claus

***

Dear 2010 Christmas Cards,
I'm still iffy on whether to create you or not. Finding a photo of G is just one of the obstacles that stand in my way.

Sincerely,
Wishy Washy

A date which will live in infamy

2010-12-07T18:09:00.001-07:00

69 years ago President Roosevelt broadcast those words following the attack on Naval Base Pearl Harbor and the Pacific.

Fast forward to 2009 . . . . . .

When we finally received our housing on Hickam, I was bummed to say the least. It was OLD. Ugly. Tiny. But. . . . "Historical".We set out to make the rounds of our new neighborhood to gather our bearings.

At first glance, I saw chunks of concrete missing from walls of buildings and idly thought there were definitely parts of this base could sure use some work.

I knew of the history of Hickam Field, but had never come this close to it.

I eventually opened my eyes and really took notice of the damage that mars the building. My mind instantly went to thoughts of those who had meandered these same sidewalks before me so many years ago.

The sight of the many pockmarks and bullet holes serve as a constant reminder of those 2,402 people who lost their lives Dec. 7, 1941. More than 130 medals, including 16 Medals of Honor, were awarded to those who fought most valiantly to defend against the attack.

At every opportunity, our little family earnestly took visitors to take a closer look at those pockmarks and bullet holes. We scoured the plaques and remnants on Ford Island, playing on the same banyan trees that carefree military kids had played on December 6, 1941 - shoving history into our visitor's vacation framed minds.

Being able to attend and witness the ceremony last year made me realize how very few survivors are left.

It's so important to our nation's history to tell the story of Dec. 7, 1941. It still relates to 9/11 and the world's current events today.

I don't want future generations to not understand the battle cry "Remember Pearl Harbor".

Just pondering . . . .

2010-11-14T16:26:00.000-07:00

I made a choice last night. Nothing grand, no drama, just a forward motion.

I picked up where I left off on my mom's quilt I so hastily put away last November.

Today marks the beginning of a week from 2009 forever frozen in time for me. The week my mom finally went to the hospital, David left for Las Vegas, the week of so many phone calls!

Looking back, I see so clearly the Lord's Hands at work.

David was able to see my mom (albeit just briefly).

Most important to me, I had the best support system in paradise anyone could ask for.

The Mountain

2010-11-09T10:30:00.010-07:00

More than a few friends have asked, "What is this mountain you keep referring to?"

I guess I've taken for granted that most folks have seen Stargate. (Or maybe that's just my nephew and nieces that are science fiction crazed.)

The Cheyenne Mountain Complex is the official name. And just as the name says - it is one complex location!

Trying not to use MilSpeak, let me give you a very brief overview. (When you have ample time, Dave would LOVE to give you every detail.)

The design of this facility makes it one of the most unusual installations in the world. Apart from the fact that it is housed 2,000 feet (600 m) inside the granite mountain, the interior was actually designed by the US Navy. It is also notable in that it houses a bi-national United States and Canadian organization charged with the missions of aerospace warning, aerospace control and maritime warning for North America.

Highlights:

*25 ton blast doors.

*4.5 acre of excavated chambers & tunnels

*15 buildings. 12 of those buildings are 3 stories tall. All of them freestanding, without contact to the mountain itself.

How, you ask?

All of the buildings are mounted on 1,319 steel springs, each weighing approximately 1,000 pounds. The springs allow the complex to move 12 inches in any one direction.

*To make the complex self-sufficient, adequate space in the complex is devoted to support functions. A dining facility, medical facility with dental office, pharmacy and a two-bed ward; two physical fitness centers with exercise equipment and sauna; a small base exchange, chapel, and barber shop are all located within the complex.

We like to sum it up by likening it to an aircraft carrier built inside the mountain.

Time.com has a great photo tour. Giving some pretty cool glimpses into what most of us will never actually see. Click here to take a gander.

Want even better photos of inside?

Cnet had the best photo tour I could find. Don't miss their descriptions that accompany each photo on the right hand side. It's like taking a quickie engineering class for dumbies.

Seriously, go look at them!

A trip to the complex doesn't happen for Dave daily. In fact, it's rather rare. And thank goodness! The process of just getting inside to a work station is quite cumbersome.

However, we can't help be get excited at one project associated with NORAD. Tracking Santa! Having been such active participants in this tradition since the kids were just little, we're excited to be on the operating end of it this year.

To read the story of how NORAD Tracks Santa all began, click here.

*photos courtesy of norad.mil

The Poppy Campaign

2010-11-07T16:52:00.008-07:00

Dave's been off playing War Games locked inside a mountain all week. I've barely seen him. But when I do, I can't help but notice his bright red poppy.

It was given to him by one of his Canadian Military counterparts that works alongside him in the surgeons office.

When he can't wear the poppy on his uniform, I've seen it on his work bag.

I can tell he respects this tradition and obviously what this poppy represents. So of course, I want explanations.

Not having much time for conversation lately - he summed up by telling me to google "In Flanders Fields" . . . . .

So you don't have to google yourselves, I'll share what I learned:

The use of the poppy as a symbol of remembrance comes from a poem written by John McCrae, a Canadian doctor serving in the military. The poem is called In Flanders Fields and describes the poppies growing in the Flemish graveyards where soldiers were buried.

In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Each November, Poppies blossom on the lapels and collars of over half of Canada’s entire population. Since 1921, the Poppy has stood as a symbol of Remembrance, our visual pledge to never forget all those Canadians who have fallen in war and military operations. The Poppy also stands internationally as a “symbol of collective reminiscence”, as other countries have also adopted its image to honour those who have paid the ultimate sacrifice.

The official start of the Poppy Campaign is the last Friday in October and runs until November 11.

Scavenger Saturday

2010-10-23T20:01:00.006-06:00

We've been seen scavenging around the neighborhood.

A fellow neighbor called me on it.

Guilty!

In all actuality, we've been gathering wood for the fire pit. It's hard for me to justify spending money on a bundle of wood when there's plenty scattered about from all the new construction.

So we decided, why not take that abandoned wood and create something fun.

Dave put together a couple of crates,

... we scavenged cans from the garbage (my own, by the way) for the tin pumpkins,

... and scavenged my stash of vinyl for the sign.

Colorado, the Front Range

2010-10-22T17:01:00.000-06:00

I think it took an ariel view (from atop Pike's Peak) to really appreciate what the Front Range really means.

Our lives are full of color

2010-10-19T12:15:00.008-06:00

I love what paint color can do to base housing. It instantly adds warmth, coziness, personality.

And there's no denying that in some of the older housing - you know it's all the layers of previous paint that's helping keep those walls from collapsing.

Moving into the Springs house - the thought of painting these walls overwhelmed me. Too many, too high, too new

Madi's room was the exception, of course. She had her bedroom plan executed within the first week or so.

We played with the other rooms here and there - painting samples, taping up paint chips.

The family room got the red accent, the hallway couldn't avoid getting striped - but other than that, nothing bold to be seen.

Until ... A lady from the neighborhood came over to "Visit" last week.

Her first comment as she walked in, "Wow, it looks like Beige threw up all over in here."

(YIKES!)

I'm sure my face matched what I was thinking because she followed up by saying,"But that's o.k., all our houses look like some variation of this."

Hmmm, that didn't help me any.

So I took my splotches seriously. We jumped in and decided to commit
(at least for now)

I want to disclose something

2010-08-26T08:59:00.009-06:00

I can't tell you how many times we surprise people when we talk about our family of 4. Or when someone happens upon a rare family snapshot that includes G.

"You mean Madi isn't your only child?"

Some of you know that G is autistic…or has autism…or is on the autism spectrum . . . . Who knows the politically correct way to say it these days. Let me just sum it up by letting you in on a tip: you probably don’t want to sit in front of him on a long haul flight. He’s very particular about his world and what he wants.

Having a child with autis…..having a child who nobody wants to be on a flight sharing their seat back with does open your eyes to the toleration levels of people in our society.

Folks have their own interpretation of how/why G has his quirks. One afternoon after a heartfelt disclosure, a mom in a previous neighborhood actually had the audacity to tell me that in her opinion "all the answers lie in a family's parenting skills".

How I wish my mom was around to correct her on that one! (And we all know Melodee would!)

The Young Men's experience of this past week combined with hours and hours alone have given me ample opportunity for reflection.

I think I tend to hold off on sharing this "label" too freely about G because I want folks to see the amazing young man that he is, and not a boy who is on the "Spectrum". And let's face it - it's hard to hear those harsh opinions.

The military has labeled us as EFMP. A program for families with an Exceptional Family Member - even going so far as to varying degrees of how 'exceptional' a family's needs may be.

School has IEPs - a plan that specifies what a certain student may need.
Church has it's own label, but I won't re-address that.

The older G gets - the wider the gap becomes between him and his peers. I'm having to accept these differences. Not in a negative way, mind you. Just a realization that my once ambitious expectations of what raising a teen-aged son would be like are now drastically different.

My longstanding joke of packing G's typical lunch and driving him to NASA for work becomes more and more of a reality each day.

I absolutely LOVE this photo of our little family from what seems like many moons ago. It captured the real dynamics of who we were back then, and still are.

Nope, we are a family of 4. Our lives are intertwined yet parallel - and as tight as any family can be!

One step forward, two steps back

2010-08-24T11:39:00.008-06:00

Before we accepted David's calling as priest/youth advisor at church- we had a really nice chat with a member of the bishopric (local leadership). They wanted to make sure that by having Dave working with the Young Men - it wouldn't be putting any additional strain on our own family dynamics. My guard immediately dropped - I could have burst into tears at that very moment. Could it be possible that someone is truly aware and in tune with how different a family runs when one of the members isn't a "neurotypical"*?

They captured my heart!

Fast forward a few weeks to last Sunday. Dave went to a leadership training where instruction for a new program was laid out. Today's youth are faced with incredible temptations, challenges and obstacles that I'm not sure I would be able to withstand at their age. We all get that.

Statistics were presented and used as reasoning for pushing this program so hard. And that's where I faded out . . . .G is included in the "lost" group. Not his name specifically. Just his statistic.

It stung a little bit - but I'll shrug it off.

Now this morning I've come across Dave's email account . . .a group email sent to all members of the young men.We should have known, but our young men are super-active in school activities. In order to plan the best that we can, we’d like to have your football, marching band, basketball, etc. schedules as soon as you have them. We’ll be trying, as a quorum, to also support each other by attending some shows/games!

Speaking of support, remember our amazing #2 finish in the Regional YM Basketball Tournament last year? I remember some awesome young women coming out and cheering for Cordera Ward. YW Basketball is on Sept 29th and it’d be cool to represent! Just an idea…

Keep an eye out for Garrett Lang at school. He’s also 15, in our ward, but not active. A new area and school can be really tough, I challenge each of you to introduce yourselves and let him know he’s got some built-in friends in the Teachers Quorum.

My feelings were hurt. I know you must be asking "But WHY? They're just making sure G is included?"

Yes, on the surface.

What you don't see included is any evidence that we had a pretty in depth conversation with the leader of this age group and shared a lot of specifics about G.

First and foremost - that Garrett is NOT a neurotypical. He never will be. He's just NOT one of them . . .

For example: did you know G can't tie his own shoe? Why would anyone want to hang out with a bunch of "super-active" peers when you feel like an idiot for not even being able to accomplish a task that many neurotypicals have accomplished by age 5.

G watches Disney movies over and over and over. It's calming to him (drives me insane, but I can deal). We have heard the lines and songs from Aladdin all summer long - especially in these last few weeks leading up to school starting.

Really, is he going to be able to blend in with these guys without physically feeling these differences?

School activities/games like those listed in the email above have potential to cause a huge meltdown that we as a family would feel the repercussions at home for weeks.

Now let me disclose why he's not "active".

In his words . . . . It's not worth it.

It doesn't fall into his parameters of 'Stress Caused to Outcome Achieved'.

He also hangs on to hurts, it's almost like they become part of his very fiber.

At age 7 while he was waiting out the 3 hour church block alone on the couch foyer, he was told by a respected member of our local leadership at the time, "You're not a happy boy because you're not choosing to attend your primary class."
(Here's a tip: Manipulation in any manner absolutely does not work with kids like G.)

Unfortunately what that leader couldn't see was the sheer exhaustion and stress on that 7 year old boy to sit in primary. What most of us consider as fun - including singing and sometimes even laughter - to G and others like him is just a sensory overloaded environment.

It's not worth it.

While I applaud the efforts put forth in the email, I wish that the approach was different.

He needs friends. He craves them.
But ultimately the costs in Garrett's mind aren't worth it.

More importantly he needs understanding. I need understanding.
Then maybe a friendship could actually be formed.

He has SO much to give.

Don't just label as "active" or "inactive". Find out what's truly behind those easily distributed labels!

*Like that term? I learned it just this morning.

Neurotypical: Term used to describe a non-autistic person.

A gift

2010-08-21T07:42:00.000-06:00

Back to Real Life (a.k.a. - SCHOOL)

2010-08-17T08:55:00.006-06:00

Maybe I should have titled it "Back to what is considered the Social Norm - school". Because this is feeling anything BUT normal for our NavyLang family. Attending a public school in the suburbs with a heavy Caucasian population - never been done. Ever.

We were up before the sun (gasp). And just so you know, we can see the sun rise all the way from Kansas out here. Sorry Misse - no mountains adding to the drama of the morning bursting open for the day.

The traditional funeral potatoes were amongst the choices in our breakfast of champions.

I keep telling myself the 'Grandfather approved' Watsonville strawberries helped counter some of that cheesy, gloopy goodness of a casserole. And have you tried the Galvanina Blood Orange Beverage from Costco? Believe me - it's perfect for an occasion like this morning.

It's not even 9 in the morning and I'm antsy. I find myself wanting to keep really busy so I don't have too many quiet moments where my mind wanders - wondering how the kids must be doing.

At least the landscapers are around to help pass the day.

Back to school.

2010-08-07T10:14:00.006-06:00

We've been doing stuff with the Academy District 20 in preparation for the new school year. I'm constantly amazed by all that is offered through public school here. A few times this week I think I've been caught with my mouth literally hanging open in awe. (Madi's counselor actually called me on it, much to Madi's chagrin.)

Having received the kids records from their Hawaii schools (basically DoDEA records - along with our application from Honolulu district requesting homeschool) - G's counselor had plans (options) ready for us to approve so they could be put into action.

Madi's school - even with no special needs, being just a typical student - well let's just say I'm just about giddy (maybe a tiny bit overwhelmed) by what's offered.

I can't help but feel a bit saddened when I think how schools in Hawaii are so short changed. Even though I'm hopeful Hawaii's infamous 3 1/2 day school week is a thing of the past, the whole attitude (apathy) about public education there needs a serious kick in the pants!

That being said - I do think Hawaii's kids are getting an education in things that can't be taught/gained in any typical setting. I would never be able to truly appreciate all these little details that others seemingly take for granted had we not lived through the last year in Hawaii.

The many faces of furniture

2010-07-30T15:32:00.004-06:00

Is that the same old hutch from my bedroom over 30 years ago, you ask?
Why yes it is!

Very therapeutic to sand the bazillion old layers, paint on a zillion more layers, move it to every possible corner of the main level, hate this new house and all it's new-ness, then finally settle on a decent location for the project that will have way too many feelings associated with it.
And all before hubs came home.

It's all so overwhelming . . . .

2010-07-27T14:19:00.003-06:00

I need to figure out how to keep the island mentality we've come to love and embrace over the past 6 years and apply it to living back in the 24/7 world.

I see trees on the horizon!

2010-07-16T17:47:00.007-06:00

We have a Landscaping Contract Signed!

After a month of landscaping bids (and suffering PTLSS*) - we finally decided to go back to the first and our favorite landscape design . . . .Sunflower Landcare. (or as Dave calls them, the Sunshine Boys)

Quaking Aspen (hello Old Coventry!)

Flagstone patio (throwback to Gramma Hart's)

Our own fire pit (no more s'mores over the tiny chafing fuel gadget)

Do I dare say I was a bit biased when I heard one of the designer's name was Sheldon?

Unfortunately we still have a few weeks wait. One of the downfalls of a new neighborhood I guess.

*Post Traumatic Landscape Sticker Shock

First Impressions

2010-06-17T13:37:00.007-06:00

As our sun kissed faces looked down from the tin can sized SkyWest airplane, I couldn't help but notice the snow tipped mountains we were flying over. After we landed, the reality that we have put the tropical lifestyle on hold truly sank in.

My first impressions of Colorado Springs: it looked like a prairie and I swear I saw Little House. Where were all the trees? And I sure as heck didn't any Springs!

20 minutes north of the airport, and an increase of 2000 feet in elevation - we saw Casa de Lang (isn't Spanish a first language on the mainland?) my face did light up a bit.

I was impressed - we did a pretty good job making all those decisions via email. Not to mention Adam with Classic Homes was truly a godsend for us!

With a huge sigh of relief, we ventured out to see more of the area that will be home for the next 3 years . . . .

We've traded in boonie dogs and chickens for boonie deer and foul of some sort. They looked like turkeys to me...

Statues of various American Frontier themes have replaced the palm trees that used to dot our landscape...

The NavyLang Adventure continues!

Where the wild things are . . . .

2010-05-10T04:02:00.002-06:00

... Hickam Edition

My Mother's Day Lei

2010-05-10T00:58:00.005-06:00

I know how hard it was for Dave to find "just the right one".

But he did.

May Day is Lei Day

2010-05-03T03:11:00.006-06:00

Now who doesn't love getting a lei (besides my dad).

Saturday marked the 83rd annual Lei Day here in Hawaii.

I've always been fascinated by this beautiful adornment that to me is such a tangible expression of Aloha.

I couldn't wait to receive my own lei our first time visiting Hawaii.

Growing up I was always intrigued by Polynesian families that would adorn their family members with layers and layers of leis around their necks at graduations or celebrations. I've since learned that leis are so much more than a circle of pretty flowers. They are cherished gifts that used and given to show love, joy, sympathy, as greetings and farewell.

"He Mo`olelo o ka Lei" is said as a reminder that lei tells a story, perhaps of farewell, of return, or a job well done. . . but always, the story is of love.

While living on this side of the Pacific, I've been able to take part in this tradition that I had always adored from afar.

Soon after learning of Grandma Green's rapid decline in her health and her waning eyesight - I was excited to bring her the most wonderfully scented ginger lei during one trip home from Guam.

I had the most beautiful leis specially made for my mom and Aunt Kathy for Grandma Hart's funeral.

The week before my mom passed away - David was able to deliver a colorful crocheted lei that the kids had picked out for her to have at the hospital. I heard it lit up her eyes.

I wore that same lei to church today - in honor of lei day.

"Giving a lei lets someone know you love, respect and honor them. Even though a floral lei lasts a short time, the thought behind it lingers." Marie McDonald, renowned lei specialist

Aloha.

My comfort zone is starting to get uncomfortable

2010-04-28T18:33:00.000-06:00

Our little family has had a rough year:

Moving

'wait-list homelessness' at the Navylodge

Homeschool (yes, it's rough)

and way too many goodbyes - some more temporal than others.

But the one constant throughout all of this has been our extended o'hana, the Lallatin's.

There are kids in my life that I love like my own. People in my life whom I love like my own blood. And I have the Dawg's growth charts on my hallway wall to prove it.

First meeting these guys years ago in Guam - they moved to Hawaii within a week of our arrival. They were our instant comfort zone!

Birthdays, holidays, trains and Tara's dinners!

Tara was the one who unpacked my onebumkitchen - and enjoyed it!

Cody endured a week with Mollydog - because they knew there was no other option for Garrett.

Tara was the one who drove over to my house in the middle of the night just to give me a hug within the first moments of me waking her up to tell her my mom had just died.

I know for the next while there will be tears mixed with laughter; (highschool)musical mixed with memory and joy mixed with heartache.

It's time to adjust.

Take time to smell the frangipani

2010-04-21T02:24:00.009-06:00

I just came in from our nightly cockroach dive with Molly. While we were outside enjoying the evening chill I noticed this wonderful familiar scent. The plumerias are in full bloom! The scent of that tropical flower is incredibly intoxicating. (And I'm not referring to the body lotion type)

I've had a love affair with this particular flower that dates back to our first visit to Hawaii many years ago.
I was so excited when we arrived on Guam to see plumerias everywhere! I thought I had landed in paradise (a ghetto paradise, but still . . . .)

In 2005 while I was in Hawaii having some ugly skin cancer removed, my sweet David planted a plumeria tree directly out our back window in Guam. It was one of the best welcome home gifts a girl could have ever imagined!

Like I said - it's a beautiful and exotic botanical.

And unfortunately there aren't any in Colorado Springs!

As I came back in the house tonight, I decided I need to go back for a brief re-sniff; just for those of you who aren't able to enjoy it for yourself right now.

If you can't play with the big dogs . . . .

2010-04-19T01:26:00.003-06:00

.... Don't go to the beach!
(a typical Sunday at Dog Beach on Hickam. Molly actually loves it!)

April 12, 1971

2010-04-13T02:43:00.005-06:00

My dear friend Misse posted some wonderful insight on her blog a while back. Rather than try and rewrite the same idea - just pop over and read for yourself.

Upgrade Objection

2010-03-15T00:38:00.005-06:00

We've been consumed with houses and so many details that goes along with building one.
We walk into a friends house, "What size are your floor tiles?"
We walked into the produce store, "Oooh, look how well that counter goes so well with that color cabinet."
I'm sure it's getting a tad bit annoying for folks around us.
But had we not been so obsessive we would have completely missed this. . . .

I'm guessing the 2nd level door came standard.
The lanai must have been an upgrade.

God is Good . . . .He gave me great neighbors!

2010-03-14T15:44:00.007-06:00

Neighbor Jim knocked on my door early Sunday morning.
Told me I might not want to go anywhere.

Once I realized what he was talking about, I stepped out to see what was up.
Seeing how flat it was.
Completely.
Like a puddle of melted ice cream (licorice flavor, obviously)
I said, "Oh my gosh - it's totally gone!"
Garrett panicked and hollered - "Why would someone steal our tire?"
I shoo-ed him back into the lanai.

Jim had noticed the tilt of the Durango while he was out enjoying his morning coffee. (And what a tilt it is!)
Without skipping a beat, he asked if Dave was still gone . . . . .
Needless to say, Jim's been helping me all morning with his son Justin.

We're taking a break now - it's proving to be more than we all bargained for*.

As he was heading inside his house - he turned back and said, "Remember, God is Good."
Funny thing, that's not what was bobbing around in my mind at the moment.
In fact, I was thinking with all the sarcasm I could muster . . . ."Great, another day on the inactive list for all the young bitty's to talk about!!!"
I really should change to Jim's train of thought. I just can't figure out yet - but at least no sewing words!

Just for a bit of nostalgia, there was an old boonie bee nest on the spare (amongst other disgusting Guam flora/fauna)

*Addendum: Futile efforts, a tow truck, $600 later . . . is it worth living in harsh sea climates that cause premature rusting? You Betcha!

The military wife can handle . . .

2010-03-11T01:19:00.005-07:00

I saw this on a friend's blog recently and I wanted to share it here.

It's more true than I care to think about. It can often be difficult for my civilian friends and family to understand what is regular life for our military family. I've read many salutes to the military spouse that involve all the things we are required to do but I think this might explain it best.

The military wife can handle...

Lots of moving...
Moving...
Moving...
Moving far from home...
Moving two cars, three kids and one dog...all riding with HER of course.
Moving sofas to basements because they won't go in THIS house;
Moving curtains that won't fit;
Moving jobs and certifications and professional development hours.
Moving away from friends;
Moving toward new friends;
Moving her most important luggage: her trunk full of memories.

Often waiting...
Waiting...
Waiting...
Waiting for housing.
Waiting for orders.
Waiting for deployments.
Waiting for phone calls.
Waiting for reunions.
Waiting for the new curtains to arrive.
Waiting for him to come home,
For dinner...AGAIN!

They call her 'Military Dependent', but she knows better:
She is fiercely In-Dependent.

She can balance a check book;
Handle the yard work;
Fix a noisy toilet;
Bury the family pet...

She is intimately familiar with drywall anchors and toggle bolts.
She can file the taxes;
Sell a house;
Buy a car;
Or set up a move...
.....all with ONE Power of Attorney.

She welcomes neighbors that don't welcome her.
She reinvents her career with every PCS;
Locates a house in the desert, The Arctic, Or the deep south.
And learns to call them all 'home'.
She MAKES them all home.

Military Wives are somewhat hasty...
They leap into:
Decorating,
Leadership,
Volunteering,
Career alternatives,
Churches,
And friendships.
They don't have 15 years to get to know people.
Their roots are short but flexible.
They plant annuals for themselves and perennials for those who come after
them.

Military Wives quickly learn to value each other:
They connect over coffee,
Rely on the spouse network,
Accept offers of friendship and favors.
Record addresses in pencil...

Military Wives have a common bond:
The Military Wife has a husband unlike other husbands; his commitment is
unique.
He doesn't have a 'JOB'
He has a 'MISSION' that he can't just decide to quit...
He's on-call for his country 24/7.
But for her, he's the most unreliable guy in town!
His language is foreign
TDY
PCS
OPR
SOS
ACC
BDU
ACU
BAR
CIB
TAD
And so, a Military Wife is a translator for her family and his.
She is the long- distance link to keep them informed;
the glue that holds them together.

A Military Wife has her moments:
She wants to wring his neck;
Dye his uniform pink;
Refuse to move to Siberia;
But she pulls herself together.
Give her a few days,
A travel brochure,
A long hot bath,
A pledge to the flag,
A wedding picture,
And she goes.
She packs.
She moves.
She follows.

Why?
What for?
How come?
You may think it is because she has lost her mind.
But actually it is because she has lost her heart.
It was stolen from her by a man,
Who puts duty first,
Who longs to deploy,
Who salutes the flag,
And whose boots in the doorway remind her that as long as he is her
Military Husband,
She will remain his military wife.
And would have it no other way.

--Author Unknown

Sending some Aloha . . . .

2010-03-09T00:04:00.003-07:00

. . . . .To snowy Korea.

. . . .and xo's

So there was this Tsunami thing . . . .

2010-03-05T00:17:00.003-07:00

Our Tsunami Saturday began in the wee hours of the morning - just like everyone else.
Knowing David was out of town, my friend Tara pondered long and hard about calling me in the middle of the night to let me know there was a tsunami coming.
"You know we've been through a tsunami advisory before, right?" I mumbled.

"Yes, but I think this one's a little more serious." she countered.

Knowing that she is the least dramatic person in the world - I decided to wake up and pay attention.
The tv went on and the laptop came out.

By that time I knew that a tsunami was headed across the Pacific; that an official tsunami warning had been issued for Hawaii; that coastal evacuations would begin at 6 AM; and that the tsunami was projected to reach Hilo minutes after 11AM on Feb. 27.
So now what? . . . .what do you do when you know that in 8 hours things will go either really smoothly or really bad!

Remembering that a friend had arrived for vacation on island just hours before, I sent her a text trying to give her a heads up for what was about to come. (Those sirens can really give you a jolt!)
Thinking I could get an hour or two of sleep before things got ugly, I started to drift off. . . . .

And then the phone really got going. Phone calls and texts from family, friends, and church. Neighbors who knew Dave was out of town came over to make sure I was awake.
Promptly at 6 AM -- right on schedule -- the civil defense sirens around the island began to wail their warning. Those unmistakable sirens warbled again, each hour on the hour. The "Giant Voice" announced tsunami warnings and evacuations throughout the base.

Coastal evacuees traveled up to Tripler, Pali and Tantalus; Navy ships from Pearl Harbor headed out to sea to wait in open water; Members from our ward headed up to the church building near Camp Smith.
In the meantime we kept the tv on, made a run to the commissary and gas station, filled anything fillable with water (thanks to years of typhoon training) and kept our phone calls to Tara regular (her husband happened to be out of town too).

Throughout all this, I never felt the "panic" many of the national news channels were reporting.
In fact - I had a nice little chat with the gas attendant; an older lady, wiping down the gas pumps with her cleaning rag and Windex. She reminded me that at 10 AM roads along the coast, as well as those that lead into and out of the inundation zones would be closed.

We sat tight at our house, while the neighbors across the street had been evacuated hours earlier.
At 10:30 AM the final warning siren sounded. I have to admit, it was a bit nerve-wracking. My brother Tyler's texts were a good distraction - "Is there any danger? If not take some video!" "Anything Yet?" My reply at 11:43 AM "It's as if Molly knows something . . . She just went crazy!" 12:05 PM: my final text back to him from our incredibly long morning "From what the NOAA guys are saying this IS the tsunami. It seems Molly was the only one that noticed I guess."
We survived yet another exercise in Mother Nature's Weather Phenomenons!

Cabinet Conundrum

2010-03-03T19:35:00.000-07:00

Let's face it . . . Home design choices from afar is proving to be not so much fun!

Perspective

2010-02-04T02:56:00.000-07:00

There were nights in Guam when I would audibly gasp at the amazing expanse above me. We would lie on the trampoline in the backyard for hours just star gazing.

Tonight was one of those kind of nights here in Hawaii. A beautiful clear evening giving me pause to look up in wonder at the skies.

When the lights are off, the stars are easier to see.

Galileo admitted, “I've loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."
I find comfort in this space.
I've concluded that “in the dark” should no longer be a synonym for ignorance and confusion. Tonight, it’s my doorway into clarity.
Reflection is all I have to do.

I have been reflecting on how my mom influenced our lives; on how the family celebrations will now change; and on the legacy we leave when what matters least takes a rightfully distant back seat to what matters most in life.

It's natural to resist Life's Tragedies with everything you have, but when you are inside them you get a different sense of what is important. What is sacred.
Some would say moments like these are a break from reality, but I have it the other way around.
I think life's real moments are those when we're sometimes brought to this place of pain.
I think we have a way of getting a certain perspective.
You want to hug your kids and be home when you can.
That to me, that's reality.
We just forget it when we get caught up in what it takes to get through every day.
Life has a way of toughening us up so we can do what we need to do, but we pay a price for it.

Light reflects on the memories contained as our family's faces smile out into the un-familiar future.
Shadow streaks alongside light, reminiscent of the woman whose presence will appear this upcoming year only in memory.
It's time for me to count the stars.

Another Service Night?

2010-02-03T17:16:00.004-07:00

A large portion of David's mission while here at US Pacific Fleet has been planning Pacific Partnership 2010. (PP '10)

The U.S. Navy’s Pacific Partnership is the dedicated humanitarian and civic assistance mission conducted with and through partner nations, non-governmental organizations and other U.S. and international government agencies to execute a variety of humanitarian civic action missions in the Pacific Fleet area of responsibility.

Pacific Partnership is designed to strengthen alliances, improve U.S. and partner capacity to deliver humanitarian assistance and disaster relief and improve security cooperation among partner nations.

A project that is near and dear to our hearts.

We've been very aware of the mission of Pacific Partnership in years past due to the experiences we had while living in Guam. Not only were we in close proximity to the mission (neighboring islands out in the middle of nowhere!) - but many years we had multiple friends deploy for this specific cruise.

So why am I bringing this up?

David's Pacific Partnership meetings lately have taken on a different tone. A lot of the NGO's (non-governmental organizations) have depleted many of their resources due to the extreme need in Haiti.
Of all the organizations that routinely participate, only the LDS Church has been able to confirm they will be able to fulfill their original commitment to PP '10. Specifically mentioned - Humanitarian Kits.

I thought that was worth bringing to your attention.
All those boring service project nights whether it be through Relief Society, YW, Scouts or Activity Days - loading those Ziploc bags while yawning the night away . . . . it really does make a difference.

Here's a link to last years Pacific Partnership

If mangoes were money . . . . .

2010-01-29T19:12:00.003-07:00

. . . . .There would be no need for Furlough Fridays in Hawaii!When my friend told us that a tree was bearing fruit in housing - I thought maybe we'd scavenge one or two off the ground. What we found was an ample amount to fill our large green commissary bag - still leaving plenty for any other family that drives by.
My one bum kitchen is overrun with mango juice, pulp and peels as we've made lassi, jam, and butter.
We're going to be so sick of mangoes - we won't want any from our own tree next month!

Auld Lang Syne

2009-12-30T04:52:00.006-07:00

The year 2009 is about over and some powerful memories have emerged.
Ranging from quirky and improbable to humbling and heart-warming.
I've been reminded of sorrow, humility, enthusiasm and understanding.

And they've all left an impression.

Mele Kalikimaka 2009

2009-12-26T03:58:00.001-07:00

Even with teenagers who can sleep till noon on most days-
Christmas morning is still a 6AM affair!

Christmas dinner and games - isn't that the universal way to finish off the day?

Remember Pearl Harbor

2009-12-09T00:17:00.001-07:00

December 7, 1941: A date which will live in infamy
The events of that day are a stark contrast to the amazing evening sunsets we enjoy over the Pearl Harbor channel out our front door.
As I watch the sun disappear, I realize we've led a charmed life.

The opportunities, democracy, and even basic human rights I enjoy are possible because of the sacrifices these men made along with many others so long ago.Those freedoms still are being protected today by our men and women in uniform.
And I'm grateful we play a small partWe must never take peace and freedom for granted. We must honor our warriors.
We must always value their service and sacrifice.

We must Remember Pearl Harbor.

Thoughts

2009-12-06T11:42:00.003-07:00

Even if you try not to turn into your mom, no matter how different you are or how much you rebel, there are parts of your mother that stick with you like dog hair.

And now, I embrace that fact because I can no longer embrace her. My mom died unexpectedly 14 days ago. She was sixty-nine. I am still in shock, of course, and can hardly believe I am writing these words. Part of me thinks she might call my cell phone any minute, to ask why I haven’t called her recently.

This post can’t begin to sum up my mother.
I haven’t mentioned her love of Nielsen’s caramel cashew frozen custard or her marathon baking escapades. I’m sure I’ll write more about her in the future.

For now, it helps to know that Dave, Garrett and Madison are reaping some of the priceless gifts she gave me.

I suppose that with any death there are questions. Some are easier to answer than others.
The hardest question I’m facing now is why she was taken with no time for me to say goodbye.
There’s no denying that my mom had her share of health trials. I know many times we were reminded Mom’s diabetes was a glaring reality – it was stressful and emotionally overwhelming.

Intellectually, I know that she departed this life in the way she wanted.
She never valued longevity over quality of life.

Our memories of her are good ones . . . . We’ll remember her hmmm-sniff, or playing Nertz in the kitchen, or sitting around the counter all watching the little tv.

In the last couple of weeks I’ve talked with many people who have lost close family members. Some had a sudden loss like ours. Others nursed a loved one for months, watching them slowly deteriorate.
These people understand the conundrum. They understand the value of getting to say goodbye, but don’t minimize the emotional toll of watching a parent suffer and die. They understand that labeling this particular manner of death “a blessing” is too easy.

You can’t have everything. I was spared the sight of watching her in pain.
In exchange, I have no choice but to hope that she knew what was in our hearts.
That she was a great mother.
That she taught us well.
That we’ll try to never forget to say I love you.
That we’ll travel and hang out with friends and family while we’re able to enjoy them.

The question of why she was taken so abruptly is one without an answer. As with anything, I suppose you must take what life gives you, and look for the good in your situation. So I choose to be thankful for the circumstances surrounding her death, and I have faith that the things that were left unsaid didn’t really need saying at all.

My Mother

2009-11-28T21:50:00.001-07:00

Frances "Melodee" Hart
(May 26, 1940 - November 21, 2009)

Melodee Hart, 69, passed away Saturday November 21, 2009 at St Mark’s Hospital in Salt Lake City as the result of an infection she had been battling for the past three months. Melodee was not new to medical challenges and has been courageous in dealing with affliction all her life. She has at last found her reward; she has endured in faith with an unwavering commitment to do good and to the Gospel of Jesus Christ. She loved the Savior and her family above all else. She never knew an act of selfishness and easily found the good in everyone.

She was born to Mickey and Helen Hart, May 26, 1940, the oldest of four children. She was married March 18, 1960 in the Salt Lake Temple and began her career as mother to five fantastic children, 15 grandchildren and two great grandchildren plus three step grandchildren and four step great grandchildren. She is fondly remembered as Grandma Dodee coined by a grandson who could not say Melodee.

From all of us who know you, Melodee, so long until we meet again, we love you, we admire you, we honor you. In faith we hope to follow in your footsteps.

Funeral services will be held on Friday November 27, 2009 12:00 noon at the Kenwood 2nd LDS Ward Chapel, 3080 South 1765 East, where friends may visit with the family from 10:00am to 11:30am prior to the services. Interment: Wasatch Lawn Memorial Park. Online condolences to the family may be sent at: www.holbrookmortuary.com

Bah Hum-BUG!

2009-11-20T00:46:00.001-07:00

I need a break from this parasite, I mean paradise!

I ventured to the storage shed to do a pre-inventory for Christmas decor.

You know, see how the tree survived the move - check on lights, that sort of thing.

I'm sure a few squeals (mixed in with a few slangs) caught the attention of our new neighbors when I realized these ants had decided to take their own type of inventory.

Crap - they'd set up an entire community - birthing center and nursery included!

. . . .My own ant farm!

Those little buggers even ate the nose off my Mickey Mouse ornament!

After 2 days of meticulously going through the ornaments - salvaging what memorable ones I could, we finally came to the bottom of what I thought was my airtight Rubbermaid.

Seriously - can I be done with these critter challenges?!?!?

Madi's latest

2009-11-11T21:53:00.001-07:00

What in the world do you do with every single Hannah Montana fabric available at WalMart?

Produce the most comfy rag quilt for everyone to fight over.

Our Lanai DIY

2009-11-02T15:19:00.002-07:00

One of the challenges of this transient lifestyle is coming up with creative solutions for each unique house we live in. Our current dilemma - how to cover the windows in the lanai.

I haven't had a problem leaving those lovely louvered windows bare until just recently. I love the greenery of the yard. But after a neighbor applauded our pajama karaoke session - I figured it was time to come up with a plan.

Only 7 months left with these windows - so I wanted to keep the budget . . . .well basically at $0.

Madi and I rummaged around Constance.

In keeping with the island feel, we came up with grass mats (like the kind from the ABC Store). We jimmied them up and and tried rolling them up each morning with ribbon I had sewn on - but that was getting old and the mats weren't holding together very well.

Enter Plan B . . . .

We succumbed to spending the $12 for mini blinds and $5 on new grass mats at the B/X.

Who knows - we may just splurge on a tiny bit of trim/bling. If not - I'll be o.k.

Not too shabby!

Friday Flashback

2009-10-23T14:14:00.001-06:00

Let's face it. . . .

Trying to capture the Fall Feeling for the past 5 years has meant throwing in a splash of Halloween orange amongst all the tropical flora and fauna.

Or. . . .

Reminiscing from years past in cooler climates.

Dateline: October 2002

Grandma Dodee's, Utah

Friday Flashback

2009-10-16T18:53:00.003-06:00

October 2000. This week, 9 years ago - was a turning point in our lives.

David graduated from OIS in Newport, Rhode Island.

The USS Cole had just been attacked in Yemen a day earlier.

We had been apart from David for 6 WHOLE WEEKS! I thought I would never survive.
When I think of that now - I giggle a bit. 6 weeks . . . .cakewalk!

I met my beloved Subaru for the first time.

We gave it a good introduction to our family by driving it from Newport down to Baltimore - with plenty of stops along the way. Including the unplanned night in Groton after Garrett launched his lunch in the backseat amongst all our Iceland bound luggage.

And who can think back to that time without remembering Madi's famous PURPLE CLOGS!

Doin' the Cockroach Dive

2009-10-16T00:56:00.006-06:00

While awaiting one last glimpse of the USS Ronald Reagan leaving Pearl Harbor for the colder waters of San Diego, Molly helped pass time demonstrating her obsession with the ever present cockroaches.

As entertaining and/or disgusting as Molly's pre-show was, the Supercarrier was quite a show stopper.

Packed full of "Tigers" (they're all the family members not in uniform lining the flight deck) - you know this is bound to be a week of adventure for the ship and her crew.

I broke a promise

2009-10-12T00:48:00.004-06:00

After my phone fell victim to the Pacific ocean last week I vowed never to take my phone to the beach again. I lied!

Being that today was Sunday - we figured we'd do what comes naturally. . . .Take a drive to the country.

Anyone who is familiar with Oahu knows that the "country" in these here parts is more commonly known as the North Shore. We made the stop in Hale'iwa for the must have shave ice - and continued on thinking we'd make a stop at the temple grounds in La'ie to grab a sighting of Mark Eubank (sans the white jacket). We stopped to oooh and aaahh at the beach where they film for the tv show Lost and nearly tripped over the huge rocks all over the place! Check out that big ol' one in the foreground. . . .

After we spotted these beautiful creatures basking in the warm afternoon sun - I sent Dave back to the car to grab whatever was available to record our findings. The phone to the rescue!
We spent quite a while just watching these gentle giants.

There were only 2 honu on the beach this afternoon, Brutus and Punahele.

But they were magnificent.

There is a local organization that keeps watch and tries to educate the public about this threatened species. The Honu Guardians were excellent at keeping us humans at a fair distance (being within 6 feet of these guys sends their anxiety levels sky high) and answering the many many questions.

In conclusion:

Mark Eubank lost out to the turtles.

I'm so glad I had my phone!

P.S. - we've signed up to be Honu Guardians 2 shifts a month! I'm such a sucker for volunteering.

Here's hoping

2009-10-10T19:30:00.001-06:00

That YOUR Saturday was just as swell!

Freecycle Friday Project

2009-10-10T02:10:00.004-06:00

We found the cutest little project over on Not So Idle Hands blog.

Figuring "why not" . . . .

we made a jar for each member of the house.

Not too shabby for a free project on this rainy Friday.

Change of Command, Pacific Fleet.

2009-10-04T14:45:00.010-06:00

I could have put COC PACFLT - but I didn't think too many of you would understand.

Dave's command, U.S. Pacific Fleet*, held a change command during a ceremony Sept. 25 on Naval Station Pearl Harbor in view of the historic memorials of USS Arizona and USS Missouri.

The Change of Command ceremony is among the oldest traditions in the Navy.
The change-of-command ceremony, which is rich in naval tradition, is quite formal. The turnover of a Navy command is the formal passing of responsibility, authority, and accountability of command from one officer to another.

United States Navy Regulations, 1990, Department of the Navy, Office of the Secretary, Washington, D.C., 1990. Few occasions stir the emotions of people more than a formal naval ceremony. Most of these ceremonies instill a great amount of pride in our naval service for all who attend.

In your naval career you will attend many formal ceremonies. No matter what role you fill, take a moment to look around you to reflect on the traditions and customs that have been carried on for many years. These traditions and customs will make you proud to be a part of the greatest Navy in the world.

Mack, W.P., and R.W. Connell, Naval Ceremonies, Customs, and Traditions, 5th ed., Naval Institute Press, Annapolis, Md., 1980. Mack, W.P., and T.D. Paulsen, The Naval 0fficer’s Guide, 9th ed., Naval Institute Press, Annapolis, Md., 1983

*The Navy's largest fleet command encompasses more than 100 million square miles. Nearly 200 ships and submarines and 125-thousand sailors

Satisfaction . . . .

2009-10-02T00:38:00.001-06:00

. . . . . .In a job well done!

One of two 'paver patios' that we installed.

Go FETCH!

2009-09-18T15:21:00.006-06:00

Fetch your own at http://www.bestinshowsf.com/index.html

A Tale of Thai Fabric

2009-09-13T02:00:00.002-06:00

On our girls trip to Thailand Madi and I stayed in the most cozy, unique and beautiful place The PAK Chiang Mai Guesthouse.
Their website claims, "Come as guests, leave as family" . . . . which is exactly how we felt!
Noon has created such a peaceful oasis in Chiang Mai. Her attention to every detail was obvious during our stay.
Noon's mother had a wonderful talent with fabric and a simple sewing machine. We were lucky enough to have her make a few items for us and indulged in buying up almost every piece of fabric(sarong) she had left. (and then some!)

Noon and her family were so sweet and accommodating. It was a wonderful visit that I will treasure forever.

Fast forward a few months:

I gingerly packed that colorful fabric with me for our visit to Utah. I was so excited to show my sisters and mom, sharing with my family countless stories of our trip.

Madi used some of her choices of that fabric to make a quilt with her Aunt Sid.

Again it was packed up for the trek back across the ocean to our new island home of Oahu where we spent the next month or so in a hotel room - no where near the intimacy of the PAK.

Every so often, I would break out my fabric box and look at the bright colorful patterns - imagining how they were going to look in our new home. Obviously anticipating great things to come!

Our long anticipated home of choice in Hawaii didn't come to fruition.

I was bummed (to say the least).

Gone were the images of my colorful fabric splashes in that newly constructed 2200 s/f house on Ford Island. We settled instead on Constance - our "cute" pre-WWII era duplex.

It was tempting to leave that fabric packed away.

"Why bother?"
But I'm so glad I DID bother . . . .

Yes, it's makeshift.
But it makes me smile when I see it each morning.

And I'll gingerly pack it all up in a short 9 months when we move to that "Beautiful new house"

. . . .wherever that may be.

Do I have waaaay too much invested in just silly fabric?

Probably. But that's just how my life is.

Have a lovely week and don’t forget to stop and take in the small and beautiful every day moments.

Back To School

2009-09-11T00:54:00.009-06:00

In the spirit of . . . .well . . . . .everybody else,
we wanted to post our "First day back to school photos".

Starting the day fresh and ready to go . . . .

Physical Education . . . . . .

Break between classes . . . . .

And just to reassure you that we haven't dropped the ball . . . .

The curriculum for the year arrived via snail mail.
Yes, all 40+ pounds of textbooks.
(I'm so glad they aren't wearing that on their backs each day!)

As hesitant as we were about this decision to home school while here in Hawaii, I can honestly say we haven't looked back.

I'm a FAN!

2009-09-08T23:40:00.001-06:00

No - I (Chan) am not a fan of KISS by any stretch of the imagination. But we all know David is.

His fun crew in Guam sent him the most unique coconut postcard I could ever imagine.

Now THAT crew in Guam . . . . I'm their biggest fan!

My biggest challenge

2009-09-05T13:42:00.006-06:00

You know how we're only given challenges that we can handle?

Yah, I'm about done with that concept.

I was proud of myself the way I came out of this challenge with my sense of humor still intact.

Never did I suspect it was just preparation for what lie ahead with this Pearl Harbor move.

Meet the latest:

Polynesian roof rat! And no - I'm not about to personalize this experience more by giving them a different name.

These pests make my termite problem in Guam seem like keiki play.

But with the help of Fred the exterminator/verminator - my new best friend - we're going to conquer! (Or at least displace them for the next 10 months!)

So far 10 of those pests have left our house for a better place - the plastic garbage bag!

*chal·lenge: to arouse or stimulate especially by presenting with difficulties

In the neighborhood

2009-09-02T08:14:00.000-06:00

My high school reunion was held a few weeks ago and I missed it.
I wanted to attend - even if it was just to support all the hard work and planning that goes into an event like this. But with the move, a tropical storm (that fizzled out) and David having to leave town - it just wasn't in the cards.
It was a hoot hearing the stories from the event and checking out all the photos.
Trying to match up faces with memories from what seems like so long ago.
But my heart skipped a beat when I came across this one. . .

I had to stop and pause.
These are the kids from my neighborhood.
The Union 17th ward neighborhood.
I see those faces and I'm immediately flooded with years of memories. . . . . .Church, youth activities, toilet papering in the wee hours, etc.
It looks like home to me.
It's had me thinking . . . . . what will tug at my kids heartstrings in 20+ years? What will trigger their memories?

Madi's room

2009-09-02T00:45:00.003-06:00

Don't you just love the couch cover? The colors match perfectly.

I must add - Madi did most of it by herself.

The color choices, painting, etc. I taped (where she would let me!) and finished painting where she couldn't reach.

The 'couch cover' - A beautiful quilt handmade by Aunt Sidney.

It's really on there just for display - no one's allowed to sit!

Which isn't too bad - since we're banned from her room anyway.

Chicken Skin

2009-08-30T04:13:00.003-06:00

On our way home from a mediocre day at the beach*, Madi announced completely out of the blue, "I need April to come visit. I think the house is haunted and she's in to that kind of stuff."
Quit giggling - she's DEAD serious! (At least that's what I was told)

Apparently my sister is now dubbed the family exorcist.
*We need WAVES! Guam was beautiful - but wave less! Today's visit did not have the adequate amount of waves to constitute a good beach day.

I think it's about time. . . .

2009-08-26T04:26:00.010-06:00

. . . . .You were officially introduced.

Meet Constance. Otherwise known as 302B Julian Ave.

I don't normally make it a habit of naming inanimate objects, but my dear friend Misse does. She names everything down to her cell phone! I figured I may as well give it a whirl - trying to form somewhat of an attachment that has so far eluded me.

So why Constance?

Because she is constant.

She's been housing military families just like us since 1938 or so. We as families move on - but she's here waiting for another family to move in and make their memories.

Can you just imagine all the birthdays that have been celebrated within these walls?

Deployments waiting for Dad to come home for what seems like forever.

The morning of December 7, 1941.

Definitely a work in progress, but she is starting to grow on me.

I've been holding out on you . . .

2009-08-13T16:02:00.007-06:00

My days of mourning housing are nearing an end. The house is coming together (as it always does) The sense of humor is easing back and I'm starting to see it all in a better light.

But just to show that my complaining was not completely unwarranted, I give you . . . . .

The COMMODE!

Isn't she a beauty?!

Absolutely no discretion in this 1200 s/f cottage (including the lanai). We can hear you finishing up from the carport outside.

(Never mind that I had to climb into the tub to take the photo. It's all about being cozy here in paradise.)

Just look at all the multitasking that can be accomplished from one seat!

So this isn't Home Sweet Home. Adjust.

2009-08-08T13:28:00.003-06:00

Hey - if they cliche fits!

Desperate times call for desperate measures

2009-07-18T02:12:00.000-06:00

We’ve gone Melodee!

Bellows, Boogie Boards & Buddies

2009-07-17T04:34:00.000-06:00

What a great kickoff to the weekend by boogie boarding at Bellows Beach.

Dave's command had a picnic at Bellows Friday afternoon. The timing was great! Friends from Guam had just arrived Thursday afternoon for a few days on their way back from 'Camp Cousin'. How could we not invite them to come along?

The car was loaded with our extended ohana (the Lallatin's), all our newly purchased beach gear from Costco - (because of course all of our old beach stuff is packed with our household goods - waiting to be claimed) as we picked up the Grants in Waikiki.

The breeze was blissful as we chatted on the beach.

The water - just a tad bit chilly (compared to Guam of course).

The waves were WONDERFUL.

The traffic - well that was just H.E. Double. Toothpicks!

Throw in a bashed bloody nose, box jellyfish, and burgers . . . . . .

To sum up - not a bad way to spend the day.

The Suite Life

2009-07-12T19:14:00.002-06:00

Today marks our two week anniversary on the island.

What better way to celebrate than by moving . . .

. . . . . to a new room!

Moving up in the world of lodge living gives us 2 tv's AND a couch! Not to mention 2 additional chairs at the little bistro size table. Bliss I tell ya!

E komo mai!

2009-07-07T21:42:00.002-06:00

We've been here a week.
It hasn't been paradise. Yet.
But we're working on it.
Baby steps, I guess.

For now - a car to call our own.
A '95 Civic complete with blessings from a recently graduated BYU-Hawaii couple headed back to the mother ship.

In the meantime - check out our housing in the back of the photo. Good old NavyLodge on Ford Island.
We've been lodgemates with many other families in the same situation - all of us searching and waiting for good housing. On a good note - Molly has plenty of furry friends to play with each afternoon.

A loooooooo HA

2009-06-29T01:00:00.000-06:00

According to Emma

2009-05-19T21:26:00.000-06:00

Here's the background . . . .
My mom was at her desk writing out a few notes of what to say at Gramma's funeral.
Mom: Chan, what is that scripture that says something about Love is patient . . . .
Emma (without skipping a beat): Patience is waiting a REAL LONG TIME!

A sad day

2009-05-18T16:35:00.003-06:00

Part of any packout is the accompanied "get rid of the junk" survey you do of your home. This time around David had to part with is ever-present sandles. These have been worn EVERY DAY for four plus yrs. Can't you just see the funk growing on them?

Glimpses of Gramma Hart

2009-05-07T19:56:00.002-06:00

My Gramma Hart

All the many things she does, whether they be great or simple.
Shows that Gramma Hart loves me.
(She has since I was just little)

“Gramma read us a story, please? The Mittens and the Three Little Kittens”
“It was about Rachel, Tiffany, Esther and Chan” . . .

(She told them better than they were written)

Don’t go into the front room, Gramma’s hiding a prize.
“OK it’s time . . . . .Hot or Cold”
I’m sure it just lit up our eyes.

Sunday afternoon at Gramma’s house quickly turns into night.
Eating her dinners and sneaking a treat.
She makes everything just right.

“I love you a bushel and a peck!”
“Yes Dear. I’ll give you a quarter.”
My memories of her just go on and on.
What she’s given will last me forever.

Grandpa

“Grandpa let’s play cut the cheese!
You know – where we run all the way to the bridge”
"Well take hold of my finger and hold real tight. On your mark, get set, ghost!”

“Don’t you dare laugh, I say, or you’re going to make Grandpa cry”
Then he’d chase us and run throughout the house,
Just dying to shake a jaw!

“You know what will keep you healthy?” he’d say.
“Water! That’s all I drink”
Then he’s raise his canister from the brown fridge and refill it there at the sink.

My grandpa, he’s made of bananas and mush, Fig Newtons and milk chocolate too.
Grandma’s homemade vanilla ice cream.
But mostly . . . .Poor Man’s Stew.

Grandpa is really just a kid at heart.
His legacy will last us forever.
Not only in the music he writes,
But also in his grand kid’s laughter.

It's raining again

2009-05-06T05:47:00.002-06:00

Bad weather always looks worse through a window. ~Author Unknown

A sign of the times

2009-05-05T03:12:00.001-06:00

You can tell a move is in the works on 8 Anderson.

Nothing screams temporary housing to me more than base white walls!

Wishing you were here . . .

2009-04-30T04:11:00.004-06:00

So you don't feel so far away - catching up on the last few days:

Look at that water - I think a storm's brewing somewhere out there. Dadi misses us. . . . .. . . .And we miss you.

You mean some people don't have passports? *

2009-04-20T22:38:00.005-06:00

* A direct quote from Madi, age 7

Living this military lifestyle is so far off from anything I could have imagined while growing up.
I still struggle with with many aspects of it.
The constant changes are the most difficult for me.

But it's also given me so much more than I ever dreamed. I have friends (that I consider family) from every background imaginable - from every part of the country (and world, for that matter)
It has made this world such a smaller place.

In a recent email conversation with a dear friend, she asked:
"Ok I just have to ask - how the heck* do you afford to take all these exotic trips around the world? Do you get a special discount or get to go free with Dave being in the Navy?"

*Bonus points if you can guess where "the heck" this friend lives.

I have to answer the exotic trip query. . . .(and yes - it gave me a little chuckle)
The secret is POINTS/Frequent flier miles.
Because we're so close to these exotic locales - it's only 25,000 points/ticket.

Another dear friend on FB chimed in:
"marry a Navy man and see the world - I've done Singapore, Japan, Hong Kong, China, Palau, Australia, Cambodia, Thailand, Bali and maybe more (can't remember) in the 5 years we've been this side of the world!"

Between our AmEx points and David's travel - our miles add up pretty quick.
I have to take advantage!
Once we move to Colorado that same 25,000 will get me to Kentucky or something. (no offense to the continental US or Brandi - but . . . .)

No military freebies to be found - Darn IT!

Gramma Hart

2009-04-16T19:05:00.003-06:00

After we got home from Australia last week - we got word that my Gramma Hart had been moved to an assisted living home.

I haven't seen Gramma since last summer, but I know it's been a difficult few months over at the Lambourne Compound. So I can't say I was completely surprised at hearing the news.

Still, it makes me sad not knowing what to expect when we visit in a month or so.

No matter what - I LOVE, LOVE. LOVE! Gramma Hart stories. Whether it's memories that are shared with cousins, laughing about toasted tuna with Dave, or hearing her say "Channy' or 'Dear" in my memory.

My cousin Liz has given me permission to share some of her memories she posted last year. Thanks Biz!

Enjoy:

life with gramma

so from the ages of 8-18 i lived with my grandparents. and then moved back in after college, during my 22nd and 23rd years of life.

living with grandpa was a dream. when we {my cousins and i} were kids he'd play hide and go seek with us.

he was always the seeker.

one time i hid behind the velvet orange living room curtain and after an hour or so he gave up looking for me. so i came out and he named me "the best hider he'd ever played with."

i loved that.

now living with gramma was a different story.

she has the exact personality that drove me insane. she was interested, concerned, accommodating, kind, worried, and a questioner.

sounds like the perfect grandma right?

well i, especially as a teenager, just wanted to be left alone.there were many a night when i would go to bed, the lights would be out, my door closed and then a knock, the door would open and there she was "lizzie, is there something wrong?"

then sheilding my eyes from the lighted hallway, "no gramma, i'm fine. just tired."

"okay dear." the door closes only to be opened again 5 minutes later {this time without a knock} "are you sure there's nothing wrong?"

"yes, gramma. i just want to go to sleep."

"alright dear."

a few minutes later the door opens once again, i beat her to the punch and say "please, can i just go to sleep? i have to wake up in 5 hours."

"yes, dear."

and then one last time, for good measure... "if you ever want to talk about what's bothering you, you can."

"alright. thanks gramma. goodnight."

"goodnight"

one thing about gramma though, she's funny. sometimes on purpose, sometimes on accident. here are a few of my favorite examples:

my grandpa, being a composer, had an article written about him in the newspaper when he turned 100 years old. well i came home that day and gramma had a slight cold at the time so her voice was a little raspy when she held up the paper and exclaimed "in the paper, your grandpa is." she sounded just like yoda. hehe.

another time a bunch of my cousins and i were playing a card game around the kitchen table. we had the tv on and gramma was doing dishes while watching the tv when a commerical came on. i think it was for some local car dealership. anyway for some reason it had a midget dancing on a table. gramma looked up from the dishes just in time to see it and said in a very matter-of-fact tone "ha, look at that little guy."

this last one just happened a few weeks ago and goes with the picture above.

so my gramma starts yelling for my dad. "Richard! Richard! Richard!" he comes running into the kitchen. "What is it?!" "Someone's taken my little girl." my dad thinking she's talking about the grandkids replies "No, mom they live across the street."

now with more frustration in her voice "No, my little girl that I had in this" as she holds up the lid of the utensil crate from the dishwasher {the blue thing pictured above}. then she says "Someone took my cute little girl and i want her back."

well my dad confessed that he had seen the display {pictured above} and thought one of the grandkids had done that and left it on the counter so he went and retrieved the little girl out of the toy box and now gramma's display greets everyone who comes to visit.

Please help Dave....

2009-04-06T19:27:00.007-06:00

Do you want to keep this from coming to your city...?

Go here and vote for Honolulu (use zipcode 96818) so they come to ours - we move there in two short months.

The KISS ARMY will dictate the North American leg of "Alive 35"!

Yes - I know I'm a freak.

And by the way....Madison is a closet KISS fan.

And they're off. . . . .

2009-03-31T22:32:00.001-06:00

Spring Break in Oz!

Observations while traveling. . . .

2009-03-27T05:39:00.000-06:00

Traveling teaches us life lessons.
I noted a few observations during our Thailand trip that I wanted to share.

1. Travelers in general, are a pretty happy bunch. Everyone that we came in contact with - whether they were visiting from Dubai, France, New Zealand, England -was so friendly and willing to share advice, swap stories or simply give us a smile. It made the trip that much more memorable!

2. Madi's the best travel partner.

Such a silent observer herself - I loved hearing her take of things when we had our quiet moments together. I can't put into words how neat it was having her experience Thailand with me.

3. The ladies I traveled with were all great.

Each one brought a different personality and background that collectively made such a fun and colorful dynamic.

Amy: Crazy camera lady Julie McCoy (Dot's addition)

Dot: Crazy camera lady massage freak

Tori: Eco crazy camera lady

Shelly: Crazy lady!

And thank goodness they were all camera lovin freaks - we got some great shots to help us remember every moment!
In all honesty, thank you for being such good examples to my daughter.

March 26th

2009-03-26T21:08:00.004-06:00

Everyone should feel loved on their birthday.
Misson accomplished.

Noodle Nirvana

2009-03-21T07:37:00.000-06:00

Papa G's Noodle House on Marine Corps Drive next to Feather's N Fins.
Divine!

Beach Hair

2009-03-19T05:21:00.004-06:00

Works for some . . . . .

Just not everyone.

Popcorn Monster

2009-03-14T23:53:00.004-06:00

Don't let this sweet face fool you!

If anything gets between Molly and her popcorn - you better watch out!

Click on the video to watch just how serious she is . . . .

C'mon, who's getting excited to meet her!?

As cute as she is . . . .

2009-03-07T05:50:00.002-07:00

Molly is still a dog!

Crazy for Ko'ko'

2009-03-06T02:46:00.001-07:00

Once the sun starts to set and being outside is bearable, we love to hang out in the yard.
The neighborhood come alive! Kids are out playing, parents are out chatting, Molly is out greeting.

A while back, we spotted this unusual looking guy hanging out - trying not to be noticed.
But how could we NOT notice him! Have you ever seen such a creature?
Me neither!
It turns out he was an endangered Ko'ko bird (just a baby - which is why he's sporting such cute legs and head fluff!), trying to spot some of the neighborhood action.

Here's what Guampedia says about this unique and unusual little guy.

The Ko'ko or Guam rail, is the Territorial Bird of Guam.
The Ko’ko’ is a large rail, standing eleven to twelve inches or about twenty-eight centimeters tall.
It nests year round laying one to four eggs in a nest of leaves and grass on the ground. The eggs are tended by both parents. Chicks can run after four days.
Considered flightless, the ko’ko’ can only fly very short distances. It is an omnivorous feeder but seems to favor animals. It feeds on seeds and leaves as well as snails, lizards, insects and carrion.
Considered endangered by both the Government of Guam and the federal government. It has been extirpated from the wild and is held in captive breeding programs on Guam and the U.S. mainland. There has been an experimental population release on Rota, CNMI and in two locations on Guam.
The Guam Rail was once abundant, commonly seen in backyards and agricultural fields. It was once hunted for food.
Threats: Habitat destruction and predation by the brown treesnake as well as feral cats, possibly pigs and monitor lizards.

The bobbin is the Devil!

2009-02-28T17:51:00.000-07:00

I hate sewing!

Sure, I pretend it's fun:

Picking out something to make.

The cute patterns of the fabrics -

the thought of it turning out just like the picture.

Until I actually USE a sewing machine and start fighting with that dang bobbin and tension . . . Well let's just say it brings out my not so nice side.

It brings out my "sewing words" and everyone scatters!

But then somehow, the project comes together.

And it's so dang cute!!!

It makes me almost consider taking up sewing.

Happy UnBirthday

2009-02-28T03:28:00.003-07:00

David has issues with being a Leap Year Birthday Boy.

He always claims "There's no need to celebrate if I don't have an actual birthday."

I've learned through past experience - that he feels bad if we take him at his word.

We compromised this year with just a mellow night in Tumon.

Dinner at Hot Diggity Dog followed by Dolce Fruitti gelato right next door.

And you know what?

On the ride home he claimed it was his "Best birthday ever!"

(I hope I can take his word for it!)