You Know It's Been Too Long...

You Know It's Been Too Long...since you've posted to the blog when:

--You check your friend's blogs and one hasn't posted in a week but I don't remember reading the last post and I get them via email, one has posted twice this week, and the other has closed down a blog and started another. When I'm not posting I'm usually not reading and I miss stuff!

--You yourself have not posted in over 3 weeks.

--You go to sign in and have to try 2 passwords before you gain access.

--You review your last couple of posts and realize they are 1. a repost of something you promised to post a month ago, 2. a dream ... kind of cheating since those are plentiful around here.

So, all that to say, it's probably time to post again. I guess this will have to suffice until I come up with something to say.

Why Am I Not Rejoicing?

Here is the post I linked to May 2nd by www.thearmywifedude.blogspot.com

bin Laden is dead, why am I not rejoicing? 
Nearly all of America and the world should know by know one of the most
elusive and despicable of all tyrants has been killed. I am very glad to
know "we got our man". There is a job well done to be said to the troops who
took him out. I am extremely happy that those effected by 9/11 can begin to
have some closure. Justice has been served for all those who
directly/indirectly have been effected by the terrorist activities Osama bin
Laden has plagued our world with over the last two decades.

The men and women who have been fighting for a better world who have given
it all, and in some cases only gave some as they have gone through wounds of
the heart, mind and body yet still came out alive did not give in vain. Not
just our American soldiers either, but all those who have partnered with us.


For me 9/11 was the single most impactful day of my life. People say "never
forget" regarding that day but it too often was not on the forefront of the
average person's mind. I was reminded on an extremely regular basis to never
forget. ANY TIME I looked at the clock and it said the time was 9:11 I was
brought back to that place a decade earlier. It seemed as if it was a common
occurrence to find myself seeing those digits displayed. Even when I would
see a police car I would see the phone number and remember the events of
that tragic day. 

As news spread regarding bin Laden's death I found myself in an unusual spot
in comparison to the majority of Americans. As I watched celebrations and
people rejoicing in the death of this tyrant I became agitated. I am of
course glad this chapter in this war is over, but this book is not finished
and I believe that is what scares me the most. 

My wife is right now in a remote spot somewhere in Afghanistan and I can
only wonder what kind of repercussions will come from us accomplishing what
we set out to do nearly 10 years ago. As I see people becoming elated I
can't help but to think how this may stir the pot of the Taliban fighters
who now more than ever will want vengeance. People exclaiming pure joy at
the death of a leader regardless of how disgusting he was will only
infuriate the insurgents more. I would compare it to the likings of crushing
a hornets nest. I am led to believe that there will be a very strong
retaliation coming and there are still men and women, including my wife, who
are in harms way even though bin Laden's reign has ended. 

Someone said to me in one of my facebook updates as I was saying this same
thing, "sometimes you kill one tyrant and 3 more pop up". 

I do believe this is a monumental day for not only America, but for the
entire world. I would assume with the death of bin Laden many of his
followers will lay down their arms feeling a sense of relief to be free from
the bondage he kept them in. Yet many will continue to plot against our men
and women who are serving as well as against our nation. 

I can not rejoice in this moment. I am thankful for the end of tyranny led
by this man, but this war is not over. Now more than we have in recent years
we need to be prayerful for our service members as well as our nation in
general. 

So why am I not rejoicing in this moment? My wife is still there. My friends
spouse's are still there. My friends are still there. My friends children
are still there. My fellow countrymen are still there. Still there preparing
for the next days activities. Still there under fire from a really pissed
off enemy.

Shortly before news broke that the President would be addressing the nation
I was walking on my treadmill. During that time God spoke into my heart
something I do not dare repeat. But I do believe the words He spoke prepared
me to not be filled with jubilation and joy for the death of this wickedly
cruel man. 

America I understand you feelings of victory but I beg of you to remember a
man who has many followers has been killed. We must be humble in our
victory. We have to understand for every action there is a reaction. This
may come quickly and be minimal, or it can be slow, methodical, calculated
and of great magnitude. 

We need to be thoughtful of our actions and more importantly prayerful for
our service members and their families. I am sensing from my facebook status
updates that the people who are most thoughtful regarding how this could be,
as bad as it is good, are those of us directly effected by what can happen
next. 

I ask you to keep in mind these scripture verses for those of you who call
yourself Christian:

It's as much for me as someone else: "Do you think that I like to see wicked
people die? says the Sovereign Lord. Of course not!" (Ezekiel 18:23)

"Do not rejoice when your enemy falls, and do not let your heart be glad
when he stumbles." (Proverbs 24:17)

With all of that said, this is one of the proudest moments in my life as an
American. My prayers go out to all those who have given all or some over the
years this war has dragged on. I am eternally indebted to anyone who has
worn the uniform in the last decade and the family members who stood by
them. 

On this day, May 1, 2011 I am without a doubt proud to be an American. I can
only hope this will mean my wife may come home a little bit sooner. 


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An Old Dream Post

When it all comes together in a dream.

I don't think I'm under an extreme amount of stress right now. I mean, yes, my husband is in a war zone, and yes there are always some issues at work. But maybe my subconscious is a little more stressed than I realized. Or maybe not. I don't know what the deal is with dreams, but I woke up knowing just what's been on my mind. 

In my dream, I was trying to find my way around the high school campus. I don't know why the high school specifically, but I often dream I am lost there. I think whenever I am feeling a little lost in my life I remember how big our high school campus was and how intimidating it was at first. I wonder, too if this isn't where my crappy sense of direction began. But that's another issue all together.

In trying to find my way, I was looking for the ID card office (of post). I guess it was post and the campus. (?) Anyway, since Osama bin Laden was killed, people have been saying that with the heightened security level on post that we will need to show two forms of ID at the gate. I've still only ever been asked for one, but I've also heard that the rule would be after 8pm when I don't come on post. I generally leave my ID in the car (not in plain sight) so that I'm not digging around in my purse as I come on post every day, and now I'm all discombobulated because if I have to get another form of ID out then I will have to dig through the purse!

So, I'm trying to find the office when the program manager of the FRSAs (not my boss per se, but someone who is kind of over me in that she coordinates the Family Readiness programs) and she is trying to get a meeting together. I have to explain to her that I'm the only FRSA still in my unit. One moved almost a year ago and has not been replaced (true), one is out sick indefinitely (true), one has been fired for causing drama (the drama is true but not the firing), one is out trying to decide what to do about her marriage (true, this has happened twice, for a week or two at a time) and one lives far away and it's raining (true). Maybe I'm scared it's all about
to fall in on me?!

Work drama in my dreams is also a fear of the unknown. All of our commanders will change in June. This means everyone's boss, and I not only deal with my boss, but some of the other bosses as well because I am at the brigade and they are in the battalions that are part of the brigade. Also I deal with all the others because of the above reasons. (not so much the rain one)

Also, in my wandering around I spotted some monkeys in a tree and everyone was making a HUGE deal out of it yelling, "but we don't HAVE those here!" I'm scrapping the Hawaii trip and the last thing I looked at before going to bed was a wildlife page I want to do, but I can't use any of the wildlife paper I have because there are animals depicted on it that do not exist in Hawaii. Monkeys being one of them.

Lastly, I was almost constantly eating and coming across couples who were making out. I think this is because I'm trying to lose weight in real life and in the dream I would get half way through a hamburger and then realize --oops! I wasn't going to be eating stuff like this!! And since there's no making out going on for the next 5 months, I'm essentially on a diet from that, too!

I wrote this (at work) May 9th and emailed it to myself to put on the blog. I guess I forgot.  Haven't had any weird dreams, or rather I haven't written any down since!