The Wicked World of Warcraft

Ok, so I'm just missing my husband. It's really not wicked. But occasionally if it would spit my guy out before 4 am....oh, well, it would be lovely.

The girls are beautiful. Going to a concert next weekend and I don't have to be at work again for at least three whole days! So all in all, things are going well.

The whole area is a buzz over a shooting at a school in Longwood, which is a town outside of Orlando, Florida. Obviously we don't know everything but an eighth grader brought what looked like a handgun to school and had it out. Somehow he and some other students wound up in the bathroom. The police were called and the SWAT team arrived. They said the boy was suicidal but that at some point he aimed at and threatened a police officer. The SWAT team fired at the boy and last time I saw the news he was in critical condition at a nearby hospital. Turns out the gun was a pellet gun but unfortunately it appeared real to everyone involved.

Hard to imagine. I'm around children at work all day long. Not sure how I'd take one of them having a gun. Now there will be investigations and committees and a year from now we will still be hearing about this- did the boy's parents pay enough attention? Did he play violent video games? But I think the saddest thing I saw was the mother of another student at the school who was interviewed by the local news. She was distraught and tears and said that in the morning her daughter hadn't felt well and had begged to stay home. She sent the girl to school trying to teach her responsibility and that school is important. She was wracked with guilt. Her daughter was unharmed luckily. But parents should be able to send their children to school without fear and this poor mother will probably never do that so comfortably again.

Well, it's not as if the rest of the world is peaceful. Just sad to think of an eighth grader reaching such a level.

The girls have found a cozy spot at the foot of the bed. They're wrapped up in tight little balls looking calm and beautiful. Dreaming of mice and tasty treats to hunt down, no doubt. Some times I catch them jumping around and chasing absolutely nothing. They have such fun with the simplest of toys. They make a sad day so much better. And they're fabulous company since Warcraft ate my husband!

SciFi Friday

Alrighty then, I'm a big dork. But it's January 6th and Stargate, Stargate Atlantis and Battlestar Galactica are back!!! I have a NASTY cold. Wound up taking yesterday and today off work rather than taking my coughing, febrile self in to infect a zillion other people. C and I went to St. Augustine for about three days to celebrate our third wedding anniversary. Posting a picture of the top of the lighthouse there. Less than halfway through I just wanted to crawl into bed and die. Luckily this thing seems to be on it's way out. Haven't had a fever since last night and I'm not coughing so much. Happy to get my cold and flu season out of the way earlier. Hopefully tomorrow I might even get the kayak into the water and try out the new wetsuit. C says he might come out with me soon. I'd like to believe him but I won't force him to do anything he's uncomfortable with.

We're so surrounded by "You can do anything you want" blah blah blah. His prosthesis is awesome but at the same time it really shouldn't get wet or sandy. Water seems to set of the neuromas on the right side, causing enough pain so he won't even swim. He swam once since the accident. Not sure what made him stop. He says it was the pain but I know he didn't like the exposure of it.

Tired of watching the news. More bombings in Iraq early this morning. 137 dead plus over 200 wounded. Nothing we can do for the dead but their families have so much to deal with no and no shoulders to lean on. The wounded have recovery, physical and mental. I don't know. I knew how to get us through a lot of things but there are just parts of your life that change and no one bothers to write about those in any inspirational books. And dear gussy did we ever get inspirational books. Everyone felt like giving us this book and that about so and so who had overcome adversity. Arghh.

Ok, well, I don't even know where I'm going anymore. The girls (our kitties) are beautiful as always. Minnie tossed a toy mouse behind the cable box a minute ago. Had to rescue her. She couldn't get behind to get it out and she just looked so dejected. The vet says Bela girl has to o on a diet. Oof, I don't know how to do that. Minnie doesn't need one but I don't want to separate them for feeding. She's just more sedentary. Their personalities are so different yet they're such good sisters!

Phewww...

Wow. Forgot I even had this space... but since I've found it thought I'd scribble a little. Just finished about five hours of cooking. C's whole family is coming for Thanksgiving. First of the group arrives Wednesday. Over a week early!! So I've been making pies and lasagna and you name it to get ready. Won't have time soon... still have class and work in the middle of it all. We've moved to Florida now... the kitties are beautiful. We're both in school. Life is good.

My little brother's all grown up now. Moved into his first apartment. Working two jobs. Very proud of him.

Well, I'm exhausted from all the moving and cleaning and cooking. Going to take a break now.

Going to see if I can upload some pics from the Mars Probe launch. C and I got extremely lucky and got to go to the press box for it. Great day!

Happy Turkey Day to all!

Clumsy Blonde

Have been to see our friend M. who was also injured in the war, though his accident was in Iraq and C, my husband, lost his leg in Afghanistan.  We are visiting M fairly often. Trying to answer any questions he might have about therapy, etc but mostly because we know how it is to spend forever in a hospital and really just need some company.  Hard to deal with all of it at once. M's injuries are different than C's but C really can offer a lot of advice and empathy.
 
Anyway, M walked in PT today, about 25 feet, which was fantastic.  I know he thought it wasn't much, but it really was a lot. C and I were both really happy for him.  As we were leaving he shook Cs hand and went to hug me. Now, C was in a wheelchair for a long time; I should know how to hug a guy in a wheelchair. But I didn't lean down enough and knocked poor M in the head with my shoulder!! Arrggh! I could crawl under a table thinking about it. I would never want to hurt the poor guy and there I go whacking him in the head.  It was clumsy and so awkward. Arrrrrrgggghh!  I remember how C was when he was stuck in a wheelchair. He needed to be hugged as normally as possible and arrrrggggggggggggggggggg!!!
I tried to apologize. I really can be totally clumsy and it's not at all how I mean to be.
Feeling silly and sorry.  Hopefully he will think less of it than I.
 
In other news, C and I booked flights to see St Pete in August and look for houses/apartments.  Very excited.  My little brother is going to come for a visit first and then fly down with us.  Going to be a nice break. I'll have to take some pics.
Aufwiedersehn!
 

7/15/04

Am having an awfully nice morning. Finally, after weeks of searching online and with different pharmacies I have found the cream C. needs for his leg.  Yippee. Took forever.
 
Got all the bills paid, am all squared away.  Even got the bathroom scrubbed.
 
Next week I should hear back from the prosthetist and I have been finding all sorts of great rentals down in St Pete for C and I to look at in September when we fly down. Even got a great rate on the flight this morning.
 
I'm excited about the trip. Get to see my family and show C where we're looking at moving.  He'll get to see his new school. Going to miss the kitties but we'll only be gone a week.
 
Hmm, what else. Tomorrow we're scheduled to bike in the Operation Red Sleigh race in Asheboro.  Probably not going to make it though.  C has developed a significant bruise on his fibula and is having a really hard time just putting on his leg.  So we are thinking of seeing a movie instead. Bit of a letdown, but this is not his fault and I know he is disappointed as well. We paid the registration a while ago though. I wish I knew someone who would like to go in our stead. Thinking about writing the people I know from Team in Training.
 
Going to go read someone else's blog now.  Trying to think of something terribly amusing to put in mine. Hard though. I am really just happy and content today. All smiles.

wow...there are quite a lot of blogs

I am, for some reason unbeknownst to me, still conscious. Probably because I have been cruising around here looking at all the blogs. WOW!! There are quite a few. Opened several that were pretty much journals, like this one and then several that were hilarious accounts of the bloggers' day. I particularly enjoyed the fellow with the dump trick and the Acura. The titles of some of these are wild! Opened one that seemed intriguing but innocent and my system was inundated with porno popups. My firewall was unable to keep up. Won't go back there.

So my fellow is in bed and even the cats have turned in. Sad when you outlast the nocturnal kitties.

I am waiting this week to hear back from the prosthetist I interviewed with Monday. If all goes well, I can spend the rest of the year working with him and hopefully get a leg up when the certification/BAS program starts. I am so excited to get back to school. Sounds silly, but I really do miss working out my brain.

First Entry

Wow...wandered onto the Google search engine and in my rambling have found this. Interesting. Was unaware Google was so interested in my odd little thoughts.

Hubby and I have been asked to do an interview. Will get into why later. It's been roughly 7 months since we did the last one and, though it went well, I am more than slightly uneasy with the prospect of more. The paper wants to fly the reporter and a photographer in from Boston. They want a "feel for our daily life." Why? I have asked my family. Total dissidence. Mom says we have an obligation, well, she didn't really say obligation. Let me try again. Mom says we should share our story so other people can understand. I feel, to put it kindly, that there have been enough articles and enough pictures and enough intrusions into our daily life and the public is probably more understanding of that than newspaper reporters would like to admit.

Suppose I should back up. Last year my husband was seriously wounded overseas serving the US Army. He's undergone more medical treatments, surgery, physical therapy, etc than you can shake a stick at. We've met A LOT of people. Some very important people. And talked to several reporters. We turned most away so my husband could have some privacy and dignity. We saw other families in similar situations embrace, heck, invite the press. We ran them off vehemently.

And yet, a year later, they come back!?! Persistent to the end I suppose.

In the end, my guy and I will have to decide together. I want nothing to do with it. But he feels he should at least hear the reporter out.

I know I have left out a lot of details, but the families of other wounded servicepeople will understand why. He is my first concern and not the scoop of some paper. We'll see. G'night.