The Boy in the Sand...

I wish I would hear something from my son. Something. Anything.
Every once in a while, when your child in the military is too busy or tired to write or call, it makes you worry and tears you up inside.

Update on the kids

Ms.Blue fell in the parking lot at work a few days ago and pulled something near her ankle. Having to wait for military doctors and all before she could be seen, she walked on two days before she could go in and they put her on crutches. This morning she said the swelling is down and it's feeling a little better. She's started outprocessing and getting ready to pack up and head to her new base in Korea.

Mr.Blue has survived his first month and a half in the sandbox. He's called me 2x, the last call this past weekend has me a little worried. He just didn't sound right. Here is a pretty good description/blog post about his temporary home. This post was NOT written by my son by the way, it showed up in my alerts this morning.... http://www.cindytoda.com/dustyboots/?p=854

Home Sweet Home...

I miss writing. For six years I wrote another blog under another name, it was my attempt to survive the teenage years of my three children. I'm still here, I survived. Now that the baby is getting ready to move out, I have different issues. Different fears. Different needs. So here I am. Back in the blogger's protection program, anonymous and free to write again.

In case you don't know me from before, it's very nice to meet you.