Photos, too many to post each one

I couldn't adjust the time on each slide. You may get bored, just try to click the buttons to go faster if it seems too slow.

Mike was so honored to have his parent's drive all the way up to Bangor, ME to see him for an hour during his layover. What wonderful parents! Big Dad, I hope you had a great Father's Day. Mike said it was the best Father's Day he's ever had, to get to see his Dad and come home to his sons --in the same day.

My mom and Retired Chief Weldon F. Mays (my grandpa) and Grandma came out just to see Mike in.

Thank you Care Group for coming to greet Mike. He loved it!

Ya'll are the best.

Make a Smilebox slideshow

All set

He's on his way.

Final destination: Home.

ETA: After Church

The boys and I have been decorating. It's going to be a big day!

Here are some pictures of how we decorated the house:

Wait till you see how much he's grown

Mike,

He's a man. Just look at the facial hair. You won't even recognize him. You leave when he's barely toddling around and you will come back to see a young man who can handle any step, put a couple of words together, loves cars, climbs on anything he can find and lives to annoy his older brother.

He's just all grown up.

Now if I could only convince him to shave.

Everyone's coming home

I'm getting the boys back in a few hours. I have missed them! I've got supper almost done so that when they get here I can just sit and play with them.

The report from my grandparents is that they've been wonderful.... I'll ask Chrissy.

Jack has been telling everyone who asks that:

"Mommy is home cleaning the garage for Daddy to get home."

Funny thing, I didn't even clean the garage. That was my goal then I talked to Mike and he wants some projects to do when he gets home so I am saving the garage for him :-)

What a guy!

I think he just wants to serve us. He has been so far from us for so long and has not been able to do anything tangible for the three of us. Interesting. He even asked if maybe we could break some stuff so that he could fix it.

Don't worry Mike, you will have plenty of "Hands on" time with the boys. They need you to roughhouse with them so bad! Be careful, they'll break your head off if you aren't careful.

I think I've got everything ready. I'm going to take a quick trip up to Pier 1 for new porch pillows (if they are on sale).

Then we just wait...

Sam's club mistakes

Sam's Club.

I don't even know why I'm a member. Since when did a family of 3 1/2 need to buy food in bulk???

Must be something about America that makes me think I need stuff --and lots of it.

Or maybe it's because I grew up in a family of 10. I'll blame it on the latter.

I've been known to go into Sam's and come out with a three pack of the "Family size" dryer sheets. I don't know what came over me three years ago when I put that in my cart. I hardly ever use those things anyway. I was so excited last summer when I finally finished the first box. Now I'm halfway through box #2. I will probably be back on the market for another box of dryer sheets about Ty's freshman year of high school.

Then another time I came home with a HUGE bag of baking soda. You know how they normally sell that in the store? Yes. A little box that fits in the palm of your hand. The bag I bought? It's probably about the size of two bags of flour.

Soda? Yes. The good news is that there is lots of use for soda.

Like:

• put some in your fridge to absorb odors


• bake pretty much anything


• brush your teeth


• poor it down your drain to make the garbage disposal smell better

My favorite is that last one --it seems to use up the most. A lot of times when I clean the kitchen I throw a 1/4 of a cup down the drain just for good measure. Why not? I've got enough to last through the rapture.

That same trip I made my worst ever bulk purchase.

It was back when we were closing on the house. I wanted to leave paper towels and TP for the new owners because really. What's worse than walking into your new home, sitting down to use the potty and... nothing to wipe with. If it was your normal home you could grab a Kleenex or some paper towels from under the sink or in the worst case scenario a magazine....

but at a new house? There's nothing. I know. I've moved into a new house like 8 times. So... I wanted to be kind and leave bottled water in the fridge, TP, trash bags and paper towels.

I was at Sam's....looking for TP, then I see it....

cute individually wrapped rolls of toilet paper.

How perfect, now they new homeowners won't have to be concerned with the sterile-ness of the TP. This will be so cute sitting on the counter welcoming them to their new home.

I bought the package. I think there were probably 48 rolls of toilet paper total.

Think about that for a second. How long does it take to use up 48 rolls of toilet paper.

A LONG TIME -unless you are going wrapping, but that's another story...

Mike, my sweet, gentle, war-fighting husband, has a thing with toilet paper. He wants it to be as soft as the pillow he lays his head on at night.

One time, after discovering some less-than adequate TP in the bathroom, he came to me to "talk." We talked about the importance of the words "3-plye"and "quilted" and "extra soft". I agreed not to buy that kind again and to donate the remaining to Good Will.

It was serious.

That package of 48 rolls of individually wrapped toilet paper? It's like a super thin single-ply roll of sandpaper.

This will never work.

I've got rolls and rolls of it left and we've been trying to use it up since Mike deployed. I've had tons of people in my house and I've given them lots of liquids hoping to get rid of the toilet paper. It's still here. I don't know what to do. Only a few more days to get rid of it. I'd throw it out, but I just can't justify that in my head. I'd give it to someone but stories of people in the Bible who "gave the best that they had," keep haunting me.

There is really only one thing left to do with this poor quality toilet paper... if you know me very well, you will know exactly what that is.

Pace yourself

If I've learned anything about myself in the past two years it's that I pace myself.

I like to go hard. I like to get stuff done then move on to the next thing. I rest when necessary then get back up and keep going when refreshed.

I'm pretty decent about going to bed on time. I'm getting really good about getting up early. I take naps when needed.

I've become a runner. I now love to run. For the first time in my life I enjoy running. It's odd, I know. I've trained for three 5Ks and haven't actually competed in any of them.

I think a deployment can be easily compared to a 5K.

• You prepare.


• You start off with way more energy than you need for the beginning and you remind yourself not to go too fast.


• The first 1/3 mile is a killer.


• Then you get into a good breathing pattern and fall right into step.


• Praise music/good sermons are a must. They keep the focus off of what you are doing and on the big picture.


• Mile two you just want to quit. Mostly cause you are bored with the monotonous pattern of it all. You are tired and you want a change.


• With a half a mile left your entire focus is on finishing. "I'm almost there. Just a little bit more." You're body is spent and you are saving just enough energy for the last laps.


• You're chest is pounding, your lungs gasping and you face dripping sweat. You are almost to a stopping point and that's good because you can't go any more.

You are spent.

You've paced yourself.

You've given in all and there's no more left to give.

Then you get to stop.

About three weeks ago I was looking at my calendar. It looked something like this:

Emily and the girls coming for 3 days. Two days later, Amanda coming for 4 days. I head to Greenville, see Grant graduate, pick up Chrissy and she stays till Mike gets home.

Sweet.

I paced myself.

Two days out of the last 4 weeks would be spent without live-in help. I can do this. I started mentally relaxing. No more watching kids alone. I've got help. I'm on the last 1/2 mile.

Then. Plans changed. Chrissy was not going to stay the whole time. She had to head back early. Bad news, because I was done watching kids alone. I'd have 4 days to suck it up and go back to "full custody."

Eww. I was trying to convince myself that I had enough in the tank for that.

Next thing I know, plans change again. Now she (and Mom) would have to leave 8 days before V-E Day.

"I can't do it." I told them. "There's no way. I don't have anything left in me." I sat in the chair trying to come up with a way to psych myself up for this.

Put a fork in me, cause I'm DONE.

I thought, "I'll just call the babysitters and see if I can get someone to come live with me." I'll pay someone to clean my house. I'll hire a pool boy --I mean a lawn guy. Something. I just don't think I can do it.

I had paced myself.

So. Chrissy says: "You can just hire me. We'll take the boys home with us and I'll watch them."

I stopped. I looked off. I thought.

Could this really work? Will I feel like a bad mother? Will my boys come back all thrown off from the change? What would I do with myself? Will they behave? Would Mike think this was a good idea? What if they come home with ticks? Will they obey Chrissy?

We talked about schedules and fees and decided it would work.

They packed up and were gone.

First time I've been without child or husband since OTS -four years ago.

I think I'll find plenty to do this week. I've got a list.

Bueno heads

"Hi welcome to Taco Bueno, I'll take your order when you are ready."

"Yes. I'd like 23 party burritos and 3 regular bean burritos and 3 potato burritos and lots of hot sauce."

"...How many party burritos?"

"23."

"3?"

"No. 23. T-W-E-N-T-Y T-H-R-E-E."

"You want 23 party burritos."

"Yes. I'm buying them for my brother in California. He loves them but can't get them out there. He's going to take them home with him and freeze them."

Silence.

Repeats my order.

"We'll have the total at the window."

I pull up to the window, pay and wait for the food. They made it pretty fast. I usually count the items before I leave as there is often a problem when you order more than 3 items. This time I just looked at the guy who handed them to me and said: "Did you count them?"

He says "Yes. It's right."

Good.

My brothers stopped by to see the house on their way out to Cali. Grant is going to work with Stan for the summer. I picked up dinner and they ate with us before getting back on the road.

Mom and Chrissy are here helping out, will be leaving very soon. Probably tomorrow. It's been fun having them out here.

"Bye Uncle Stan and Uncle Grant."

Crunch time

No, I'm not talking about the cereal. I'm talking about how I need to get off my rear and make my house spotless for my war hero.

For some reason I have been satisfied with cluttered closets and a dirty garage. Usually I like to keep things organized. I'm not psycho about it, but I like to be able to find things when I look for them. Ugg.... I'm just not motivated right now. The garage: it must get done. Period. So I need to just buckle down and do it. Anyone want to come over and "fellowship" on Tuesday during MDO? We'll hang out in the garage.

It's getting SO close. My husband/best friend/backrubber/kid wrestler/companion/dish washer/comedian/helper/lover is coming back to me.

I can hardly stand it I'm so excited.

I'm more excited than I have been after any other deployment.

After having 4 1/2 months of the single life where you can come and go as you please without considering or consulting anyone else, it is a small bummer to have to change that. But I don't even care this time. I know I am going to have so much fun hanging out with him when he gets back that I don't care if I do have to have some sort of plan for supper or make sure I come home every night or put some restrictions on my "open door policy" with my friends. It will be fine.

In fact, I think it will be great.

I'm so excited.

You people who have husbands who are around all the time, as wonderful as that is, you don't get to experience the JOY I get to experience when my husband comes home to me.

Now that it is normal for me to live more of my life with him gone than with him home, the 3 1/2 months he is home are so wonderful. God has been (and hopefully will continue) refining us. The time away from each other is time that we can learn more and more to rely on God, to love God, to trust God.

The deeper out love for God, the deeper our love for each other.

God is love.

We learn how God loves us which means we have learned how to love others which means we love each other more.

It's beautiful.

It's perfect.

The roads God takes us down in order to teach us are roads that I would never have taken on my own. I'm so glad God is god. I don't think I would love and appreciate Mike this much if God hadn't taken him away so that I had no other "lover" than himself.

It's beautiful.

AND IT'S FINALLY ALMOST OVER!

that's the best part. Now I get 2 months of him all to myself (then he leaves again...).

I can't post on here the date and time that he will be arriving, but if you call me I can tell you if you promise not to tell the bad guys. Isn't that right Mike? If not, tell me quick. Maybe I'll have to talk in code if we are on the phone. In person I can tell you I think....

Please keep praying for a safe return for our men and women. We've got another week and a half ish.

Technical difficulties

I have a new warning label idea for the people who sell thumb drives:

***Do not leave your thumb drive plugged into your USB port on your computer as one-year-olds could possibly use it as a step. This could result in ruining your thumb drive, bending the USB port inside the computer, and corrupting something on your hard drive***

Don't ask me how I came up with this suggestion.

Or do.

The answer: Ty.

How do you fix it?

The answer: Eric Hutchinson.

He took the whole computer apart trying to figure out the problem. Then he tested the power supply at his house. Wasn't the problem. He plugged my hard drive into his computer to see if it was still working. It had several corrupt files on it, we think his computer somehow fixed them, because when he put it back together for me and tested it (just for kicks), it worked.

Wow.

It was a stressful afternoon.

Ty's name was mud.

The reason it was a little tense was because my Mom is here spending the week using my fast Internet (online class) and has lived on the computer. She was going to have to go home since I didn't have the computer.

But, Eric saved the day.

Thank you, thank you, thank you Eric for spending your entire evening helping us out.

First thing this morning I went to Walmart and bought an external hard drive. Now all my pictures and music and documents are backed up. Whew.

Grant's graduation

I'm a week behind. I know. Sorry. Well, almost a week behind.

Grant, by baby bro, graduated from high school this year! The boys and I went down for the party. Didn't see a ton of him but were really excited when we did get to hang out. Here are some pictures from the weekend.

Notice Jack's new hairdo? Yep. I did it. I couldn't resist any longer. Having to hold up the hair while I sunscreen his forehead was what did it. I thought how silly it was to have to do that when he would be more comfortable with it short.

So it's done. And I don't hate it. It's much better than I thought it would be.

Random thoughts

I'm beginning to understand all those cartoons where Garfield looks half-dead before drinking his coffee.

Staying up late with friends doesn't have the same "morning after" feeling, you know, the one where you wake up by the warm 10:00 sun shining in your windows and you lie there another 30 minutes talking about how you can't believe you stayed up so late.

College students seem young.

My ipod has "Bob the Builder" on it.

The first item of the day (besides make coffee) is switch over the laundry so as to make sure there is clean underwear ready for the boy in the pull-up.

My knee sometimes aches a little.

I am SO excited that Abilene just got a "Children's Place." I will practically live in their clearance section. They will know my name. I'll walk in and someone will say: "Hi Becca, nothing new is marked down less than $3, except for the graphic t's, and we pulled out one of each in Jack and Ty's next year sizes. They are here behind the counter for you. Do you want us to put them on your account?"

I'm far enough into raising my kids that I have very little advice on how to raise kids.

Yesterday I got a free minivan wash and it made my day. The sign on the VIP board said that if you were born in 1985 you get a free car wash. I was so excited when I saw that. I told the guy "Hey, can I get the free car wash!" He looked at me and said, "I don't think so...". Just kidding. I told him the chick sitting next to me was born in '85 and he said that would count. Awesome.

So this is what it is like to be almost 30.

I think I like it.

Mike's sons watching the Red Sox game. Ty went to his room, picked up the chair and lugged it all the way into my room. Jack is sporting his Red Sox pjs. No, I am not a Red Sox fan. Back when I had time to care about baseball I was a Yankees fan. Mike's the Red Sox fan. Why the event? Amanda, my Red Sox fanatic friend, was here and wanted to see the game.

Birthday surprises

When I was younger, let's say sevenish... I was aware that my birthday was coming. Being my humble self, I had few requests for the big day.

I asked for:

1. a surprise party
2. a treasure hunt
3. a present that was wrapped up inside of may boxes (you know, you unwrap one and then there is another and another inside to unwrap)
4. a cake of equal extravagance to that of a wedding cake... heck... let's just make it a wedding cake

I felt like that was the least anyone could do. I mean. It was my birthday.

My sweet, under-appreciated mom and dad lived up to my expectations. They delivered. It was one of the best birthdays ever. My friends jumped out of Grandpa's shed (he lived across the road) and headed over to the house for the big party.

Fun times.

Through the years I have realized that those sorts of parties don't happen every year. I'm now quite content with a card or two and a few phone calls. That's all it takes to make me feel special on the big day.

This year I was expecting a quiet day, maybe a friend would drop by. That would have made it awesome!

Sunday night (the night before "the big day") Dad calls and we talk for a while then he tells me that he is at the front gate waiting for me! He's driven all the way out here to hang out and take me out to breakfast! What a guy. I've got the greatest dad. He took off Monday just so I wouldn't be by myself taking care of kids on my birthday. He even watched the boys while I went out with a friend and got my toes painted.

Yep. He's the greatest, and he knows how much I like surprises.

Tuesday (day after "the big day") is MDO. I had made plans with Rachel, my friend, to hang out. I get to her house and

SURPRISE!

There she is along with seven of my very good friends from our Care group (small group at church) well, technically a few of them used to be in our small group before we got too big and had to split. But that doesn't really matter.

They planned a party for me. We ate lunch and had desert. It was so much fun. I can't believe I have so many people that are so important to me and that I am this important to them. I am so blessed.

Thanks Kerry for going home to get your camera. These are pictures I will treasure forever.

Front row: Regina, Me, Rachel, Sarah Beth

Back row: Kerry, Lacey, Kelsey, Taylor, Sonya and Eden (hiding behind SB)

Grace

I cannot hardly stop smiling.

I'm having to force myself not to smile right now because I'm trying to write. I can't write and smile at the same time. I have to have my "game face" on or I won't make any since.

It's been 4 days now.

Four days of relief.

God lifted everything off of my shoulders and renewed my spirit. It's so nice to have funny things pop into my head again.

Sunday at church one of my friends said, "Boy Becca, you sure are smiley today." I just grinned when she said that.

I think God let me feel all that weight because He wanted me to have reason to cling to Him. I forget I need God when I can handle it all. The pressure on me drove me to seek him out, to search his word, to find promises in the Scriptures and post them all over my house -so as not to forget.

I'm not trying to sound all super holy or something. I could have done a much better job through all this.

This verse came to mind today.

My son, do not despise the LORD's discipline and do not resent his rebuke, because the LORD disciplines those he loves, as a father the son he delights in. Proverbs 3:11-12


The word DISCIPLINE usually has a negative connotation. It makes you think you have to have been disobedient to receive it.

But here is a definition I found of discipline:

dis·ci·pline : training that corrects, molds, or perfects the mental faculties or moral character


How cool is that?

How thankful am I that God loves me enough to discipline me, to perfect me. Wow. And how gracious is He that he didn't take me through some horrible situation that will leave lasting scars on me in order to teach me.

Our sins often precede discipline. Our sins ALWAYS precede negative consequences.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that God didn't let me wander off and leave him and do lots of foolish things to bring me to a place where I could grasp what he was trying to teach me.

Tommy's letter to the pastor

Tommy, my brother-in-law, wrote a letter to his pastor in response to his sermon.

Please check it out. You'll be glad you did.

http://getanchored.blogspot.com/search?q=ideal+husband

PRAYER

So.

I've decided that I don't pray nearly as much as I need to.

That's about to change.

After my frustrating post on Friday, which came after a long week, after a long month, after a long 1/4 of a year, I just felt worn out. So worn out I can't even tell you. It seemed like this started probably a week BEFORE Mike left the stress, each day, gradually built on the one before. As you probably know from reading my blog, I've had good days and rough ones. Days where I have rejoiced over lessons learned and days where I just thought I was being punished for something.

Saturday, in a matter of 4 hours or so, it all left. Four months worth of (again) stress --for lack of a better word... gone!

Gone.

By Saturday afternoon I felt like myself: energized, motivated, happy, funny, ambitious, joyful, mischievous.

It was the best thing that's happened in a long time.

And

I'm

pretty

sure

it was because of you.

I am convinced that people were praying for me.

There is no other way to describe it.

If you could understand the before and after feelings you would believe it too.

I don't know a lot about depression, but I know that sometimes it is hormonal and you can't do much at all about it. I also think that you can allow yourself to wallow in self-pity and "become" depressed. I'm pretty sure I've been working hard to not fall into the latter category, I've been quite honest on here and so you can see from my posts where my heart has been over the last months.

Maybe I wasn't watching myself close enough and I was becoming self-reliant and letting enough discouragement seep into my soul that put me in that mood/mindset.

Probably. It's probably my fault.

Nevertheless, I've felt so so good yesterday and today.

I'd love to see who has been praying for me, so if you don't mind posting a comment saying who you are, I'd love it!

Thank you so much. Please continue. Give me three more weeks!

Getting near the breaking point.

******UPDATE:************

Sat. May 30

Today has been SO much better. I haven't felt this good in weeks or maybe months. Ashten (my friend) came over and had breakfast with us today and then she and I sat on the front porch for hours. We talked the whole time. I am so thankful for her. Maybe that is what I was needing.

OR....

maybe it was you praying for me that made the difference.

If it was you, PLEASE DON'T STOP!!!

If you can give me 3 more weeks of that prayer support I will be forever grateful.

Thank you.



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ORIGINAL POST


I am seriously wondering how much longer I will be able to hold out.

Really.

Not kidding.

I don't even know what it is that is driving me so crazy, but I feel like I'm about to break.

My insides are screaming while on the outside I look "a little tired."

I am working hard to appear to the boys as one in control and calm.

I feel far from it.

I think the best way to describe my emotions is like that of someone living alone on an island.

That's what I feel like I'm doing.

I don't think I should feel like this. I roll my eyes (inside) every time I hear someone say "Let me know if you need anything."

Sure.

Not really. I don't like asking for help unless I have no other option. So I don't.

I feel that if you want to help. You will pay attention to what is going on in my life and see what needs there are. Then just do 'em. I shouldn't have to ask. So I don't.

I'm sure it's some sort of pride issue that I have. But really I think it is the fact that rejection of any kind bothers me so much that I don't want to ask for anything just in case you are busy that day and can't help. I'd rather deal with my crap then risk rejection.

Looks like we are getting into way more serious issues than just pride.... But that's how I feel about it.

I don't know what is wrong with me. Am I just tired of everything or am I depressed? I'm feeling a few of the symptoms I had back when I had postpartum depression. I feel like I am absolutely no fun to be around right now. I have no appetite. I feel like I have nothing to offer the outside world. I want to be both isolated and included at the same time.

I don't know why I am writing this for everyone to see. That's probably really dumb.

Need to go now. Kids need me.

Been so long...

I know I just posted about an hour ago and on Monday I wrote about the kids eating the bread at church.

Really though, it had been days since you've heard anything thoughtful from me. Almost a week since I've written down what was on my heart. I've had some interesting emotions. It has been a different twist on an area I've been struggling in for 3-4 weeks now. One day maybe I'll share details. One day when this week will be no more familiar that any other week during a deployment.

I'm sitting here wondering where to go next with this post....

I don't want to tell everything to the entire world, but I want it all to come out so it will stop bothering me so much.

I will say this.

You never know how people feel in a situation unless you have been in that same situation. I'm realizing the benefit of trials. I see a little more clearly why God lets us go through hard things. Mike and I lost our first baby after 12 weeks of pregnancy. That started the hardest 8 months of my life --thus far. But through the grieving, the depression, the healing, the next pregnancy, I learned what loosing a baby looked like and all the emotions that go with it.

Now I know.

I know what to say to a friend who is going though it. I know what not to say. I know that they won't be over it in 3 months. I know lots and lots about it. Because I've done it.

The same is true with being a mom.

I never imagined it would be the job that it is. I didn't expect the fatigue. I didn't foresee the limits it would put on friendships. I never expected to put so much of myself aside and that taking care of my children would be --by far, my most important thought every moment I was awake. I never realized, even being around children all the time, how much a mother gives of herself. Even the mothers that aren't "supermom" --they give.

I wish younger people could understand, but I don't think they can.

I understand why a lot of moms listen to soft music. They like calmish music because they listen to so much racket all day long that their ears crave soothing noises. Am I right? It's not that they are just so uncool that they don't like rock. No. And being cool? If there was any time left over from serving their families, I'm sure they could keep up with the trends.

I like seeing the comments from moms that are past this stage. I like how they laugh at whatever horrible thing Jack has done and then they say "I remember those days!" It is a little bit relieving to see that someone else has been there.

Deployments? There aren't tons of people (that I know) who can say they've "been there, done that." There was a whole generation of the military that didn't really get deployed too often. Since 2001, lots of deployments have happened, but that has just been 8 years.

I wonder what else God is going to have me go through. What does he want to teach me about? I think trials serve two purposes, one, to refine you. Two, to teach you how to minister to others going though the same thing.

I wonder what else I will need to learn before God takes me off of deployment training.

Dang. I need a back rub. Should have enlisted Emily while she was here!

My sweet children are still awake. I need to go remind them that it's bed time.

Claire and Ava's visit

Emily, Claire and Ava just left.

We had gotten to spend three days with the girls. Jack and Ty love their cousins! With each child we have, our visits change. Almost every time they look different. This was a pretty easy one. With no children under 16 months, all were walking and could pretty much have fun without constant supervision.

Here are a few pictures from the last couple of days.

This new toy is none other than "Splash Blast Lagoon". Yes. It is an inflatable water slide. We are now cool. We own an inflatable. I'm very excited about the use it will get this summer. All our friends will have to come over and play.

Now a movie.

Sacriledgious

After church Sunday. You know how hungry kids are. They NEVER filled up a Boshart's tummy with those nursery snacks in Sunday school. Well. My little Ellis kids are no different. One of the girls at church (Hannah S.) offered the kids the left over communion bread.


So they ate it

by the handfulls.

Is that ok?

I stepped backward when I saw them eat it. I was afraid lightning was going to strike. It would have been Hannah's fault. She let 'em do it.

Before I knew it they had cleaned up 3 plates.


They were about to start in on the wine when I told them "enough".

Just kidding. Baptists don't do wine at communion.

It was grape juice.


But really. I know the bread just represents Christ's body, but somehow it just felt wrong to eat it. They offered me some and I refused.

Just too weird.

These last two are just picture I uploaded off my phone. Ty wanting to be like Jack and Jack being funny showing me his "new shoes".

Lime Ricki

The only reason I am writing on here is because I haven't posted in several days and I don't want Lawson to yell at me.

Memorial Day 2009.

It's been rainy and cloudy for a week. The rest of the week it supposed to be wet. Today it was beautiful. 90 degrees. Perfect weather.

I liked it.

I got to talk to Mike today, we talked for 45 minutes then 30 minutes this evening. His job working tactics (2nd half) has been so great when it comes to communicating. He can call one of the bases in San Antonio on a DSN line and then have them patch the call to my cell phone (an SA phone number). It works great. He just has to make sure the call is less than 15 minutes. We'll hang up and he can call back.

I went swim suit shopping yesterday. I quickly went though Sears, Dillards, Pennys, Old Navy, Academy and Kohls. It was sad. Nothing cute at all. I've actually already bought a swimsuit this year. It's a cute one. I wanted one that would be a little more "athletic" looking for the lake and that sort of thing. So I was a pretty picky shopper. I wasn't desperate like you normally are when swim suit shopping.

So. After seeing the HORRIBLE selection, I want to make sure to make all of you aware of this site:

www.limericki.com

That's where I bought my suit this year. They are cute and modest. Two words that have never been used before when describing swimsuits. It's true. If you are a girl and need something to swim in. Go look at these. This is a picture of the one I bought. If you live in Abilene, don't get this one. It's mine. Just go to their site, pick out some you like, then buy several and return the ones you don't want. I really like mine. It makes me look all "stylish mom." But I'm still a bit of a tomboy at heart so I wanted another one that didn't look so... cute.

Anyway. This is the dryest post every so I'll keep it short to spare you.

But really, go check out these swimsuits if you need one. Don't bother going to look at the mall. You won't find anything.