Any Soldier
From the website:
"How this works:
We have volunteer Sailor "contacts" on the "Where to Send" page. Click through the names and select the one(s) you wish to support. They list what the folks they represent want and need. We even have a search capability so you can easily identify what the troops need most.
All the Sailors involved in this effort are military volunteers stationed in areas that are in harm's way. You send your support (letters and/or packages) addressed to them and when they see the "Attn: Any Sailor®" line in their address they put your letters and packages into the hands of Sailors who don't get much or any mail first. Everything is shared.
We have "What to Send", "How to Send" and "FAQ" pages to help you properly send letters and packages, please read these. Be sure to also read our "New & Stuff" and "Success Stories" pages. This effort is 110% voluntary. You send your support, and maybe some stuff, directly to whatever unit or units you want."
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Sunday, November 8, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Update
Rendezvous was great. Next year, when Chris is home, we're going to take extra days and spend more time up there and hang out, rent four wheelers, and go horseback riding. It's so wonderful up there (Grand Lake).
Chris is in Iraq. We originally thought it was going to be Iraq, and then while he was away at training, it somehow very much morphed into Afghanistan, which of course had us all horrified. He came home on leave, and when he was leaving to fly back to the training site to prepare to go overseas, it was very emotional. Once he got overseas, though, he found out that they were going to Iraq. I never thought I'd be GLAD my husband is there, but compared to the alternative...yeah, we'll take it.
The boys're good. I don't think either one of them have the full understanding of what's going on. They miss him, but they also stay busy with their own things, their own worlds, and I think that helps.
I've been super busy. I'm working part-time now, M, W, F 9-6 in the DTC for an *awesome* attorney and paralegal. The other times...I'm building my billing business and have seven clients now, with one pending that's supposed to start in December.
Nick has this awesome new friend at school that we all like, who's hard-core into RC cars. His dad's side of the family are car people, too, which is a bonus. Plus, he just seems to be a nice, good kid. Very important these days.
Skyler's definitely taking after me with the reading. In the past couple months, I must've bought him a dozen books. At least. He LOVES them, and he's such a great reader. I'm so happy about this. He's doing really well in school, too.
Here's a pic of Chris and I from his going away party (the party he doesn't remember, but that he'll never forget!)
Chris is in Iraq. We originally thought it was going to be Iraq, and then while he was away at training, it somehow very much morphed into Afghanistan, which of course had us all horrified. He came home on leave, and when he was leaving to fly back to the training site to prepare to go overseas, it was very emotional. Once he got overseas, though, he found out that they were going to Iraq. I never thought I'd be GLAD my husband is there, but compared to the alternative...yeah, we'll take it.
The boys're good. I don't think either one of them have the full understanding of what's going on. They miss him, but they also stay busy with their own things, their own worlds, and I think that helps.
I've been super busy. I'm working part-time now, M, W, F 9-6 in the DTC for an *awesome* attorney and paralegal. The other times...I'm building my billing business and have seven clients now, with one pending that's supposed to start in December.
Nick has this awesome new friend at school that we all like, who's hard-core into RC cars. His dad's side of the family are car people, too, which is a bonus. Plus, he just seems to be a nice, good kid. Very important these days.
Skyler's definitely taking after me with the reading. In the past couple months, I must've bought him a dozen books. At least. He LOVES them, and he's such a great reader. I'm so happy about this. He's doing really well in school, too.
Here's a pic of Chris and I from his going away party (the party he doesn't remember, but that he'll never forget!)
Saturday, August 29, 2009
So, it's been a while...
And a lot has changed. That great firm back in January? Yeah, not so much. The firm in general was wonderful - but the two women in the department that I was assigned to - well, let's just say that I've never encountered more arrogant, catty, and MEAN - just plain MEAN - women in my life. Life is much better now - I've been with a new place since June, and they're the exact opposite from what my last six months prior were. They are the nicest, most laid-back people, and we've talked religion and politics and are still friends, hee hee. I keep having to pinch myself, because not only do I love the work (busy, busy!) but I love the people - they're all so surprisingly laid back and great to be around. Still. I'm still getting surprised at how great everyone is.
And...Chris is doing active duty now. I can't remember if I posted about him signing up to the reserves. He signed up a year ago last February. I protested big time, and he knew I didn't agree with it, but once he did it, I wasn't going to be pissy about it. Well, now, despite the reassurances from the recruiter (ha, ha) that this wouldn't happen, he's going over there. Right now he's in Washington State, training. He left a week ago, first to California. He has only one set of civilian clothes, in case they decide to allow them any liberty. Everything else is military issue. I guess this wouldn't be that big of a deal - I mean, he DID sign up for it - but my angle is the worried wife, who didn't want this for him in the first place...and I'm upset thinking he's there, in crappy conditions (soon to be WAY crappier and super dangerous on top of that) when we're here in our house with all of the comforts and freedoms...but, that's what people like him are supposed to be ensuring, and I thank them for that...except it seems like any more it's more for some political agenda than ensuring the ongoing freedom of our country...not to mention how we're getting enslaved by our country on our way to socialism...Anyway. My emotions seem to run the gamut several times every day. Sometimes I'm fine; sometimes I can't fathom even moving an inch. I feel like I don't have the energy to devote to people that I care about, because I'm so enveloped with my own emotions about this deployment. I hope to be back to "normal" soon. I hope to be running again soon, too. I started back up in March and was doing really well (3.5-4 miles a day) until the last month. I need to get back on the wagon. It's sanity. It helps me feel like I'm separating myself from my mother's fate. Every mile is a mile away from her path. I hope.
The boys're both doing great. I have to get Nick into Driver's Education before he can get his permit. It wasn't like that when we moved here from Michigan in '87 - all you had to do here was pass the driving and written test, and you got your license, no driver's ed required. SCARY. Now things've changed - which is good - but to the tune of about $500 to get to the point that he can actually get his permit at the DMV. Hoooboy. Skyler LOVES his second grade teacher.
Chris has become a canvas for a local tattoo artist who we adore. He's got so much ink now, and it's all so colorful. I'm waiting for 20 years from now, and he's like, "Why did you let me do this?!?!" like he's done about various things in the past. Too funny.
Kent and Kelli are going through a divorce, and it's ugly. It's tough. It's bad. It sucks.
Rocky Mountain Rendezvous is in two weeks, and I'm looking forward to it - I'm lucky enough to be judging, and I can't wait to get away for a couple days with the boys.
I think that's about it. I don't know if any of my friends even read this still.
And...Chris is doing active duty now. I can't remember if I posted about him signing up to the reserves. He signed up a year ago last February. I protested big time, and he knew I didn't agree with it, but once he did it, I wasn't going to be pissy about it. Well, now, despite the reassurances from the recruiter (ha, ha) that this wouldn't happen, he's going over there. Right now he's in Washington State, training. He left a week ago, first to California. He has only one set of civilian clothes, in case they decide to allow them any liberty. Everything else is military issue. I guess this wouldn't be that big of a deal - I mean, he DID sign up for it - but my angle is the worried wife, who didn't want this for him in the first place...and I'm upset thinking he's there, in crappy conditions (soon to be WAY crappier and super dangerous on top of that) when we're here in our house with all of the comforts and freedoms...but, that's what people like him are supposed to be ensuring, and I thank them for that...except it seems like any more it's more for some political agenda than ensuring the ongoing freedom of our country...not to mention how we're getting enslaved by our country on our way to socialism...Anyway. My emotions seem to run the gamut several times every day. Sometimes I'm fine; sometimes I can't fathom even moving an inch. I feel like I don't have the energy to devote to people that I care about, because I'm so enveloped with my own emotions about this deployment. I hope to be back to "normal" soon. I hope to be running again soon, too. I started back up in March and was doing really well (3.5-4 miles a day) until the last month. I need to get back on the wagon. It's sanity. It helps me feel like I'm separating myself from my mother's fate. Every mile is a mile away from her path. I hope.
The boys're both doing great. I have to get Nick into Driver's Education before he can get his permit. It wasn't like that when we moved here from Michigan in '87 - all you had to do here was pass the driving and written test, and you got your license, no driver's ed required. SCARY. Now things've changed - which is good - but to the tune of about $500 to get to the point that he can actually get his permit at the DMV. Hoooboy. Skyler LOVES his second grade teacher.
Chris has become a canvas for a local tattoo artist who we adore. He's got so much ink now, and it's all so colorful. I'm waiting for 20 years from now, and he's like, "Why did you let me do this?!?!" like he's done about various things in the past. Too funny.
Kent and Kelli are going through a divorce, and it's ugly. It's tough. It's bad. It sucks.
Rocky Mountain Rendezvous is in two weeks, and I'm looking forward to it - I'm lucky enough to be judging, and I can't wait to get away for a couple days with the boys.
I think that's about it. I don't know if any of my friends even read this still.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Chris has been busy...
Wow. He's taken the interior of the house from stark white everywhere (which is preferable when one is selling their house), to this:
Friday, January 2, 2009
2009
Welcome 2009. My personal "me" goals for this year are to grow my billing business by advertising in the Colorado Bar newsletter - not just the BCBA newsletter - and perhaps getting some sort of mailing/marketing plan, as well. I plan to be the kick-assingest employee at the place where I just started full-time last Monday (legal secretary, Denver, GREAT firm), and I hope to become involved in racing again.
Susan and Brett and Gavan came over New Years Eve, and we had dinner (Papa John's) and drank (sangria, and Chris made yummy Malibu x OJ stuff), and ate chips and dip, and watched Hancock (cute!) and the truck flip/motorcycle jump thing in Vegas. Good times.
On a sad note, my mom had to put down her heart-horse, Gilly. He was 30. She got the call Tuesday night that they thought something was wrong at dinner time. Turns out it was colic (he's not prone to it, but with his age...) and she didn't want him to suffer. He crossed the bridge at around 10:30 that night. My heart breaks for her. I can't imagine the void now - 21 years with him.
Susan and Brett and Gavan came over New Years Eve, and we had dinner (Papa John's) and drank (sangria, and Chris made yummy Malibu x OJ stuff), and ate chips and dip, and watched Hancock (cute!) and the truck flip/motorcycle jump thing in Vegas. Good times.
On a sad note, my mom had to put down her heart-horse, Gilly. He was 30. She got the call Tuesday night that they thought something was wrong at dinner time. Turns out it was colic (he's not prone to it, but with his age...) and she didn't want him to suffer. He crossed the bridge at around 10:30 that night. My heart breaks for her. I can't imagine the void now - 21 years with him.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
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