Come on people...Who's the real bad guy here

 Please check out this article first, and then read on friends
eighty-one-year-old catholic preist and nun abused after weapons protest

I don't even know where to start with this.The article is a couple of months old, and I did read it back when it was still news, but it is a story that won't leave my head because it bothers me so much . For the people reading this blog who don't actually know me (of there are any). This is the base where Cory is stationed, and before we bought our house, was where we lived. These people who broke in to the base, broke in to the super duper top secret area, that even I as a wife am not allowed to go, unless it is to pick up or drop off Cory at the boat, and when I do go down there, it is a no lolly gagging or meandering situation. Straight to the boat and straight back off the premises. There are mp's on the road that will stop you if you look like you are taking a tour and they will escort you back up if they think you shouldn't be there.

The thing that bothers me the most is that the people who wrote this story, spun it to make the military look bad. Yes, they were old and yes they were a priest and a nun, but they broke into a top secret facility, where deadly force is authorized. They are lucky they weren't shot... and should be great-full for that. It seems to me that breaking onto a military base is an act of terrorism That is just my opinion of course. These people were charged with misdemeanors and then released.

Yes the ground probably was cold and wet. That is Washington in November...cold and wet, and yes they sat there for 4 hours with bags on their heads. But if the mp's don't know who you are or what your intentions are they can't just let you go. these people wouldn't give any information but their names. That really isn't conducive to speeding up their release. They had bags on their heads because they were in a top secret area, with the possibility of seeing things that shouldn't be seen, not because the were about to executed by a terrorist.

There are other things I could say about their reasoning for doing what they did, but that isn't what this is about. I hate it when the military is put into a bad light, and not just because I am married to a military man. These people defend us and protect us. They leave their homes and family's to go over seas to fight a war that can't be won. They patrol our waters to keep us safe at home. And some make the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom. I understand that there are people who don't agree with the war. I am one of them. but I support our troops. They aren't the ones starting the wars. They act under orders from people who sit in offices. I don't understand the people who don't support our troops, but I know that in this country, people are lucky enough to be able to voice their opinions and the Naval base doesn't try to stop the picketers outside of the gates. If these people had done that they could have gotten their point across, without ever having laid on the wet ground with bags on their heads and they probably wouldn't have that pesky criminal record to boot.   

Cheesy but true

I don't know what it is about them but I LOVE bald eagles. Growing up in Michigan, I had never seen one in the wild. There was one at the Detroit zoo that was a bit of a celebrity. He only had one leg. He had lost it somehow in the wild and the zoo gave him a place to live. I remember seeing him and feeling sad that he had lost his leg, but I didn't feel any other connection than that. There are some that live in the upper peninsula but I think I have been there once. I don't remember the first bald eagle I have seen but I remember several others, and every time I see one I can't help but stare at it (unfortunately this also applies when I am driving)

Cory and I were married on the San Juan Islands Orcas Island to be specific (that's another animal I feel a connection with but that is a different blog) I remember walking around a building to get some pictures taken and a huge eagle came winging through at eye level right between us and the building. It was AMAZING. I have only ever seen one other flying that low to the ground and that was one that I got to look it right in the eye. It may sound strange but I lost myself for a second, watching that bird fly by. Time slowed my jaw dropped and my eyes locked on that yellow eye. I haven't had anything like that happen to me since. I spot them a lot, sometimes several in a week. I think it just depends on how often I get out of the house lol. But it seems like I always see them during a change in my life. The day I was married, on the drive out from Michigan to here there was one perched on a post on the side of the road. A few weeks ago I went to start making official plans to go back to school  and half way to where I was going there was a big bald eagle landing in a tree. Maybe they are my lucky charm. I don't know, but there is something about them that just amazes me.

Me Myself and I

I have been having some issues lately. Firstly I seem to have lost my creativity. And secondly I seem to have lost myself. My life has changed a lot in the last 5 years, and in that time I had to put myself aside and take care of the new additions to my family. So several weeks ago I posted something on facebook asking for ideas on what to write about. I guess what I was looking for was not so much a theme, but several different subjects to write about. The things suggested to me were mostly themes, and I did create 2 new blogs because I liked the ideas. One for my thoughts, troubles and ideas about learning photography, and the other one is about being a mother and the funny things my kids do because, even though I have no followers yet, I hope to, and I hope to touch other mothers who maybe feel like they are in it alone and reach  out to those mothers when I am feeling alone. This blog though, I want to be about ME. Just me. My thoughts oppinions and ideas on all things NOT kid related. I am more than a mom and I know it, but I don't remember or know anymore, the woman I was before I had kids. So that is what this blog is going to be. Thank you to everyone who helped me figure out just what it was I was looking for, and stay tuned. I have a mildly opinionated and agitated blog I am planning on posting later, I just don't have time to write it right now. Mommy duty calls ;)  

Resolution Schmesolution

Many many moons ago, when I was still a wacky and ignorantly insightful youth. When I was struggling to find a place in the bustling, cliquey hierarchy of high school, I choose to be the outcast. Not to the extreme of course, but I took pride in being different from everyone else. I didn't want to "fit in". I didn't want to be the statistical average. I was my own person and I was comfortable there. I was "unique".

Once, before the holiday break, we had a teacher ask "what is your New Years resolution going to be?" And just to be different I answered that my resolution would be to never make another New Years resolution. And so far I have managed to stick to it LMAO

Now this is where the ignorantly insightful comes in. Just within the past year I read something that I found inspiring and spot on to what I believed to be true in my heart. And that amazing tidbit was "why wait?" 

Think about what most people make as their resolution; to loose weight, to quit smoking/drinking, to spend less, to give more. These are all life style changes, and as humans we are creatures of habit. Changing your life is hard to do. And there is absolutely nothing that requires it to be New Years in order to be done. And the problem with saying that you are going to start something on a particular day sets you up for disappointment because when you find yourself falling back into your old habits, you feel as though you have failed and then you say "oh well maybe next year".  My grandma was famous for saying "I am going to start my diet on Monday" Every time we saw her she said the same thing. Once my mom said to her "which Monday mom?" Maybe what she should have said to her is "why Monday mom?" 

So this year if you find yourself less than successful in your resolution endeavors, don't quit and don't wait for a new year or week to start over. Try again tomorrow and take baby steps. Remember ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER DO OVER"

Good luck and Happy New Year 

I need a life

It's not even 8am and I am beyond bored. I am wondering what in the world I am going to do today. There are definitely things around the house that I could do and I probably will. I feel like I ever use my brain for anything and it is so boring. What in the world can I do today to stimulate my brain. Hmmmm. I just don't know. I think I need some things to think about so my friends I beseech you. Give me some ideas. Maybe some things to blog about. I like writing in my blog. It forces me to think and I get to sort out my thoughts in the process. So please make some suggestions for me. Just no politics please. I don't understand them and I really don't want to. :)

Why is there no way to telescope down a path you are thinking about taking? All I want to know is what I should be when I grow up. I realize that I am nearly thirty years old and by definition "grown up" However. I don't feel grown up. At the moment I feel used up and under stimulated. I want to go back to school. I want to be in a classroom with grownups. I want to learn things, I want to think about something other than laundry, dishes, and poopy butts. The question is what do I go to school for? I am really leaning toward teaching elementary school kids. I like the idea, but I don't know. I remember having teachers that seemed so unhappy with life (I didn't know it then of course but looking back) and lets face it I don't need any help in the depressing department. So how do I know? How can I be sure that I am investing time and money into a future that I am actually going to enjoy? I honestly believe that everyone should have a career that they love. How do I know if I will love teaching? I am a little embarrassed to admit how much and how many times we have invested in my future. I don't want this to be just one more time we waste copious amounts of money for a job that I am not going to do. I wish there was a way to stand before a path you are thinking of taking and peek down the road to see what it is like. I am really starting to feel like a flake of all trades master of none. 

When I grow up I wanna be famous.

buuuut that's not going to happen, so it's time for plan B. Unfortunately I never can up with a plan B. I never really came up with a plan A. I was always the girl that just wanted to get married and have babies. How very 1950's of me right. Well Mission accomplished, now I want a career too. How fickle is woman. I don't want just any job. I want an awesome job. A job that I am made for. A job that utilizes my unique talents. And there in-lies the first problem. What is my talent? It certainly isn't anything obvious. Not to me anyway. I can't sing or dance. I have minimal artistic ability. And I can't contort myself into a small box so the circus is out. Honestly the only thing that I can think of that I am good at is being funny. Stand up comedy doesn't really seem that appealing to me, so what does that leave? Hmmm. The other thing is I am not really passionate about anything. I mean I have the normal momma bear, don't mess with my kids thing goin' on, but I don't think people get paid for that. I have thought of a few things but I don't really know if any of them are right for me.

There is photography of course but at this point I don't really think I am any good. I am taking the correspondence course and I can see if that helps me any. I have though about taking a photography class at a school, but what if I am really no good? Do I really want to pour a bunch more money into something that isn't going to pan out.

Maybe an elementary school teacher. I know that I learned best from the teachers that were funny. But do I really want to deal with that many kids? And isn't part of the reason I want a career is to get away from my kids? (I love 'em I really do, but I'm not a saint. I need a break.) Do I really want to deal with kids all day? Is that really a break?

I have it on very good authority that shrinks get into the business because they are crazy. Well I have that going for me. I definitely have my issues, not to mention a son with Asperger's syndrome. Maybe I could be a head doctor or maybe a child psychiatrist. That definitely sounds interesting and at this point it seems to be the idea with the least amount of buts. This is the only one. This is a very professional field. I don't know if I am a "professional" type person. I like to be free and easy. Is being silly and quick with the one liners considered professional or frowned upon?

Why isn't there a test to tell you what kind of job is right for you. That would be super duper right now.