Let me preface this entire post by saying that I, in no way, shape, or form, believe that I deserve anything for Mitch's service to our country. I will also say that not only do military members sacrifice their safety and sometimes their lives, but they also sacrifice their time with family, planning for future trips or vacations, holidays, birthdays and births, higher wages for the same job in the civilian world, and much more. Yes, military members...
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Sunday, September 29, 2013
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Giving blogging the good old college try!
Posted on 12:27 PM by Home Is Where We Land
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***Due to computer problems and the formatting not being able to be fixed, I had to repost this blog. This is the same as the original first post, just moved up the page a bit. :)***
I have always wanted to blog so that I had a more detailed record of life that I could look back on and read when I need to smile, or cry, or just muse at how fast time goes by. I figure now...
Monday, September 23, 2013
Oh, moving.
Posted on 2:36 PM by Home Is Where We Land
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There's a certain thrill to me about getting ready to move. I do enjoy a change of scenery and it is nice to go through all of your stuff and cleanse of the non-essentials. See ya stuff that has expired, clothes I never wear, and general crap I kept because, "what if I need it someday?". But there's also this nauseating element to an upcoming move when it comes to the actual packing and uprooting your life part. Since Mitch's orders are for us to...
Friday, September 20, 2013
"No one ever told me grief felt so like fear" - C. S. Lewis
Posted on 2:05 PM by Home Is Where We Land
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I wrote this in March when processing through the grief of my mom passing. Now that I am going to commit to the blogging thing, I decided to share it. A year ago was a very different time in my life. A year ago Mitch was in Pueblo, CO at his Initial Flight Screening and I was in Ohio hanging out with my family. I didn't have my puppies, but I had my mother. Ironically, I was reading one of many failed journals and one of my entries was just...
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