Just to let you know . . . .

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

Friday Flashback

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

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

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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

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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

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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

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