Confessions

I love noisy powerful fast things. Yep. I took the weekend off and went to a Living Green Expo on Saturday and an Air Fest on Sunday.

I love going to the air fest and watching/hearing /feeling really loud, really powerful, really fast jets and planes. There is also a certain thing about the smell of jet fuel. I don't know, don't ask.

My sister finally went with me, I've been trying to convince her for years. She had such a great time and since her passion is meteorology having all the NOAA planes and the Air Force Hurricane Hunter there for her viewing pleasure was quite the thrill for her. I was so surprised and proud of her normally shy self bombarding the crew of the Hurricane Hunter with questions. They were thrilled, apparently nobody even asked them what it is they do and how they do it. Weird here in hurricane land, at least I think so. Lisa knows a lot about what they do and how they do it but this gave her the opportunity to see the equipment and ask lots of informed questions. It was wonderful to watch her and to watch the crew light up when given the opportunity to talk about what they do.

I didn't take my camera so the picture I posted was taken with Lisa's little one. She took the picture, I was too busy crying like a dork. Something at the air show always gets me. This time it was the F-4/P-51/F-15 Heritage Fly-by. Between the music, a haunting Celtic song that reminded me of the one I chose to play at the end of Zach's memorial service, and the dedication, and seeing those generations flying by, together (which takes a huge amount of skill for them to do by the way) I was a suddenly a puddle. I've said before that my family is military, my father's side way back, my mother's side way back and my siblings and niece as well. So the fly-by brings back for me, my heritage also, and memory of those that are gone now. I really am proud of our country, with all it's youth and foibles and those in the military who serve on our behalf, are some of the very best in the world.

The living green expo was awesome. Lots and lots of ideas and things to do either to this home or the dream house. Technology is coming along nicely, if only we had easier access to it, either in terms of being able to afford it, or plan and have the option to include it in our houses when we build them. I could have a rant here but I won't. There wasn't much for me to learn about ways to recycle and make less of an impact than I already do, but it was still really an interesting day.

I had great fun taking the weekend off, got a sunburn on my forehead in spite of my ginormous hat--I had to take it off sometimes to let wind blow and cool my head off, got my picture taken in some rediculous fingers-in-ears, mouth-open pose (I hope that doesn't show up in the paper really) and had a blast!

Lego's

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.

Wordless Wednesday?

Bloggy things (warning-- random thoughts)

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.