G isn’t always for Gay…

When you take a boy away from normal every day life and stick him in Germany for a year, and follow that with Afghanistan for six months- his first trip home is bound to have him shopping for some really random stuff… 
Our maybe that’s just our soldier. 
Among his acquisitions were video games, fancy headphones, foam planes, RC cars and rubber bracelets, just to name a few. 
Towards the end of his trip though, he came across a set of glasses dedicated to DC comic heroes. Among them was a glass with the emblem and name of Batman, Superman, The Flash and the Green Lantern. He brought said collection of four home and said, “One for each of us!” As he loves Batman, it was the obvious choice for him. He has given my husband the Superman position, so Superman was for him. He pipes up and asks me whether I want the Flash or the Green Lantern. 
I, realizing he’s been gone a long time and may not be in the know, when it comes to certain things, decided to tell him about DC’s decision to make the Green Lantern emerge from the closet and announce his homosexuality. 
“Really? Oh.” He responded, then laughed. He pointed to the giant green G on the back of the green lantern cup and said “Maybe Genny should get the Green Lantern one and you can have the Flash.” 
You know, because of the G. 
But Gen, in all of her thirteen year old super drama screams, “Of course you get the flash and make me have the gay cup. You are freaking trying to make me be gay. You are freaking acting like I am gay. I hate you!” And runs to her room sobbing, before slamming the door. 
Apparently supporting said 13 year old’s obsession with things like Justin Bieber and fashion is pushing her to be gay. Who knew? i guess I have had it all wrong. Thank God I have her around, or i would be one really bad mother. 
Moral of this story? 
That’s probably how ridiculous i look (and sound) When i freak out about my assumption behind someone’s words/actions, before really knowing everything. 
Now that’s embarrassing. 
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Gary and Vicki…

Have I mentioned my son Lucas is home, on R & R, from Afghanistan? It’s amazingly awesome… My husband has had the week off and so, working around this never ending back injury, we have tried to make the most of our time. 
One afternoon we went bowling. Our local alley is pretty awesome to run great weekly specials and we were lucky enough to find a relatively quiet afternoon to head down and hit some pins. Lucas, Genny and Chw took to the lanes, and I observed (thanks, back injury, AGAIN.) 
While observing, a couple bowling a few lanes down caught my eye. 
Gary and Vicki. 
Gary, a sweet elderly gentleman, slightly hunched over and absolutely adorable. With bright white hair, bright blue eyes and a kind, silly manner. His charming date Vicki wore a read sweater turtle neck with coordinating red pants, her long silken white hair swept up into a thick, luxurious braid. 
As their game went on, it became apparent that their body language wasn’t that of a couple who has spent their lives loving each other- but instead it was that of two people getting to know one another. 
They were obviously dating. 
It was amazing. 
They flirted, he joked and she giggled. They would graze hands and then pull away and blush. 
Their balls rolled straight, but slow, down the waxy lane. When ever his veered to the gutter, he’d bend and cover his face like a young boy and shake his head. 
Every. Single. Time. 
Genny would look at me and smile, mouthing “aweeee”, so that only I knew what she was saying. 
(That girl of mine loves herself some old people. They are as adorable to her as new, powder scented baby.)
Eventually their two games came to an end. Gary won, but not by much. By the time they untied their rented shoes, and Gary carried them to the counter, our whole family noticed them and the beautiful something there. The hope. The challenge that life isn’t over at forty, or fifty. The idea that even when crowned with white hair, we remain ourselves. And beautiful. And attractive. And someone… 
They finished before we did. Their lane taken over by a 5 year old kid who bowled twice what my men were bowling. 
More than anyone, they then missed Gary and Vicki. 
Moral of this story? 
I totally want to be a Vicki when I grow up… 
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Eleven…

Me– 
– recovering from this back injury and getting to a whole point where I can be active again.
– trying not to take the ability to do simple things like cook dinner and fold laundry, for granted again.

Reading
– My manuscript (for editing purposes, when my son isn’t home.) 
Watching
– the Walking Dead.
– Christmas movies 
Us
– spending time with Lucas!!!
– Meeting his girlfriend, who is flying in from the Midwest.
– having a lovely Thanksgiving while Lucas is home on R & R.
– Lucas really is our main November focus/priority and we aren’t thinking much beyond the time he is home because we want it to last forever… 
Heart
– Getting back into a disciplined quiet time with God. (it’s amazing how quickly I get out of that habit. Hate it.) 
Create
– Finish a few Christmas gifts that we have going on.
– some sort of a sofa table.
– a wall collage.
– a few photo sessions.
– Christmas cards. 
Home
– Finishing up the family room.
– adorning home for the holidays. 
Health
– Back care.
– Water.
– Stretching.
– destressing. 
Love– 
– a date would be lovely. I’ll work on that.
– Devotions together.

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Realizations…

This month our family had the privilege of taking an unexpected road trip. There is something so therapeutic about having an open road, scenery, great music and interesting conversation to really stimulate your brain in ways home just can’t seem to.  Honestly, for me, it seems that only real ocean air and a road trip have that affect… 
What this particular trip helped me realize is the new era of adulthood we are entering into… 
We married super young and we struggled. We became parents and certain emotional special needs were a bit debilitating. There were things that others were able to do that we couldn’t, when an actual dinner party or date night were a struggle. Now though, we are transitioning into a new phase and i am realizing that it’s time for a change… 
Like, date nights are awesome but the husband and I NEED to tun away every six months, or so, for a long weekend. We need that reconnect time… It’s vital. 
But wait, that’s not all… 
I need girl time. Monthly girl’s night outs… Annual girl weekends… 
And so does he… Guy time. Guy nights. Guy weekends… (of the fishing and man variety, NOT of the Hangover/Vegas variety of course…) 
And priority dates with Gen. It’s key… Sure she tags along to a movie, or we grab dinner. But PRIORITY dates, on occasion, just to rejuvenate the batteries… 
Also, we need more road trips and ocean time… But then again, I realize that every morning when I open my eyes. :) 
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Desert sun…

Being privileged to see the sun rise, or set, anywhere is an extraordinary gift. We live in a world full of tremendous beauty, but the rising and setting sun creating some of the most incredible things I have ever been witnessed to. 
That being said, if you have never seen the Desert sun set, or rise, I am so sorry for you. And you should rectify that, as soon as humanly possible… 
I don’t live in the real desert anymore, and for the most part (though I’d do a great many things if I could land a lovely house, with pool, in the Tempe Arizona zip code.) When I do have the pleasure of visiting that beautiful part of our country, I usually can’t keep my eyes of of it’s glorious sky… 

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