I don't know why, but I was just sitting here remembering Lego's, you know those wonderful little bits of plastic block. The same ones that once you grow up past the toddler huge size that you just trip over and get to the regular size become tiny weapons that hate your feet and the dog likes to chew.
Zach used to disappear into his room for hours on end playing with Ninja Turtles and He-Man, cars, and Lego's. My closet was in Zach's room so one winter Saturday I went up to put away laundry and Zach had been in his room for a very long time. The door was closed. I knocked, he responded with "wait a minute Mom" and I hear all this shuffling. "Ok, I think you can open the door now." Hmmm so I gingerly open the door and thunk, run into something. I can get my head in there now so I peek around the door. The child has made an entire lego interstate system in his room. Big lego's, little lego's, ALL the lego's and the wooden blocks too. There are bridges, and overpasses, ramps up to his bed. I can't get in. He was playing with his cars all over this highway system. He was seven, not quite eight years old. I wish I had a picture of that.
Many years later while Zach was in Iraq, I sent him a couple of Star Wars Lego sets for his 21st birthday and then Christmas. He assembled them all too! Not exactly what you would WANT to be doing on your 21st birthday but it was something to do and different.
Boys are fun.
I've been playing with my blog this morning. Bad Bon. I'm supposed to be *doing* things. Opening that ginormous pile of mail over there, doing laundry, buying groceries, paying bills, walking the dog, oh yeah, getting dressed would be good too. The President is having a press conference and I'm not really totally listening to that either. I'm avoiding responsibility and playing with my blog *grin*
About Lt Dan. That is his call sign because Forrest Gump is one of my all time favorite movies and I loved Lt Dan almost as much as I loved Forrest. Stubborn, willful, sometimes dumb, as kind as he was hard...I'll stop now because I could list my Lt Dan traits all day long probably. Now of course my Lt Dan says "but Lt Dan had no legs and I have at least one good one." LOL Yeah. My Lt Dan has a leg that got some major trauma in a training catastrophe. He's working on it, it's getting better, that's another post entirely. So, now you know why Lt Dan is Lt Dan. Actual rank isn't a part of that, rather it's about who he is and who I am and how things go.
We had a Hail and Farewell while I was up at The Cave. I'm a newb military wife so this was my first ever. I came away thinking "wow, I really AM a newb (newb: A term used to describe an inexperienced gamer/person/etc. A newb is someone who actually wants to get better.)
military wife." I met a whole bunch of people, can remember like three names, got a rose and a battalion pin because we were one of the two couples being welcomed (I did notice the other wives had those on,) and felt totally like a newb. So many people there who have spent many years living this life and we are just at the beginning and I know so little. This too shall pass and still it was nice and interesting. By the way, the Urban Dictionary is sometimes a fun place to go--you can look up words like newb!
I think I'm going to have to get one of those little old lady pill holder things. Right now an ash tray is my tool of choice (nothing else to do with it). While I was up at The Cave I had my annual physical. It wasn't good, I have osteoporosis. So lots of pills, daily and once weekly. Weee so much for any sense of invincibility I may have had. I could go on a long rant about this since I already DO all the things you are supposed to do to avoid having this. Damn heredity is all I'm gonna say because you don't need a rant in addition to a zillion random thoughts.
Also while I was at The Cave I made a military wife friend who happens to live in our same Cave complex. Cool. We had lots of fun spending time together and going places and I enjoyed being around her two little girls immensely. So yay, a friend is a good thing and I'm kinda sorry I can't be there for her all the time. Her husband is in a school so she doesn't see him much right now and won't for another couple of months.
All right it's almost noon and I have done nothing I'm supposed to, I better get moving. Hope everyone has a great day.
This is Widget. This picture was taken when she was three months old.
Widget is a Japanese Chin. This means she is queen of the world. She's is smart, full of energy, has her own internal clock, never fails to tell you when it is time to eat, walk, play, go to bed, stop being in one room when my husband is in another, or give her a greenie.
Lt Dan says she "bridges" us, if I am in one room and he is in another, Widget will nag me to go to the room he is in, or if I refuse (and I always do), she will park somewhere in between, where she can supervise both of us. We need supervision you know....
At five months, this was Widget's favorite activity while I was doing morning things. Every morning, without fail. Now, at the ripe old age of four, soon to be five, she pulls kleenex out of the bathroom bin and shreds them on the bedroom floor (if I don't catch her first). At least I got her to stop doing this to the toilet paper!
Widget looks like a fru fru dog but the truth is she's a pistol. She's full of energy, walks great distances and after a short nap is ready to go again. She's tough, she can run full on into something and she just huffs, blows her nose out and carries on. She is definitely a companion dog and it is good that I don't work outside the home. Widget's breed does not do well being left alone all day, they need their people. If I worked every day she would have to go to doggy day care or something. Widget has moved to new homes four times in her four years and adapted to them all in her cheery Widget owns the world way--she's wonderful at adapting.
Here is Widget today. She is my constant companion. Widget commutes the 71/2 hours in the car with me to and from The Cave and the Sunny Place usually without complaint. Yesterday we came back to the Sunny Place from The Cave and she did something very odd. As I was unloading the car, she kept getting back in it. I put a doggy bed in the front seat and she wears her harness which then gets attached to the seat belt to hold her stable for sudden stops etc. She appeared to be none too happy about being here and not having my husband. It's the first time she's ever done that. She got back into the car four times and finally believed me when I said we were staying here for a while--and moped, for a long time. Hot nose, little tears from her eyes, sad face. It was pitiful.
Did I mention? She's not spoiled? No, not one bit.
