


I've answered and written approximately 2,582 emails, that's a lot of running to the mailbox (especially since it's on another base!)be happy for this moment... this moment is your life



I've answered and written approximately 2,582 emails, that's a lot of running to the mailbox (especially since it's on another base!)“Once upon a time, in a land far away…”
It’s how most Fairy Tales Start.
There’s a princess, a castle, a knight or a dragon,
and some important matter of the heart.
Then along the way, there’s a witch with some poison,
a greedy relative or “friend” with a plot.
There is pain, there is loss, effort and struggle,
as our heroin is overcome and distraught.
Now somewhere in there a hero emerges
with 7 little dwarfs by his side.
He may have a steed, or dragon or donkey,
but he arrives right on time, in full stride.
With a sword at his side and a kiss at the ready
he’s prepared all his life for this chapter.
With effortless motions he scoops up the princess,
and they ride away, “happily ever after.”
In many ways our marriage parallels
the aforementioned writ and prose.
We’ve had our pain and loss, our effort and struggle,
and always come out smelling like a rose.
Our roles switch around concerning who rescues whom
or who sweeps the other off their feet.
Our times apart are our biggest trials,
but our reunions are always sweet.
Our “little dwarfs” play their roles with their own attitudes
singing and “whistling while they work.
Sometimes their happy, or grumpy, or dopey
but they’re always quick with a smirk.
We don’t need to have a Fairy Tale life
or to have a life filled with laughter.
I only need you with your love and affection
to make me completely happy ever after.
Then the doorbell rang and I got these...
The flowers are so tall, incredibly beautiful. Don't ya just love that kitchen floor?!
Below is an email that I received from Mark. I thought it was fitting to share with ya'll. This picture was taken on a family outting just before he left. Enjoy!
Thanks so much for passing this on and for praying for me. I am feeling much better, but the conditions persist. We are pretty cold, that is for sure. I don't think the temps have been above freezing outside since we got here, day or night. We brought some water bottles from outside that were frozen 10 days ago. We put them in our tent to thaw them out but they are still ice, 10 days later. The tents have 1987 on them for the date of original issue... 6 years before I became a Marine, so they are not in that good of shape. The heaters we have in them don't do much, as what gets heated quickly escapes. The work tents are newer and retain heat much better, but we are not supposed to slee
p in them or store personal gear in them. We also have lots of high profile people coming through so they have to be clean and look like work-spaces. We walk about a mile to chow unless we can catch 1 of 8 vans that are shuttling Marines back and forth. We have to shower at the gym and shave either at the gym, chow-hall bathroom or from one of the aforementioned frozen bottles of water. Laundry is either from the laundry mat or with a service that comes twice a week.
Contributed by: Mark Francis
At one time I had 3 toddlers that refused to eat bread crusts. I had to cut them off every sandwich or they didn't eat. And believe me there was a time in my life that peanut butter and jelly (no jelly for K80 mind you!) was a staple at our kitchen table. I recall at least once in my mothering of toddler time period that there was a major meltdown about bread crusts and the world would end if it any portion was left on their sandwiches.



Here I sit complaining how cold my house is this year, and Mark called yesterday to tell me his sleeping tent was 2 degrees that night and it was -11 outside. I'll never complain again how cold my house is (at least until he comes home that is!)
I remember weird random things from my past. Today I will focus on strange things I remember from summer camps, either as a camper or staff. Maybe one day I'll share "how I know this information to be gospel truth".
I honestly can't remember what the concert was, only that is was in Columbus which was an hour away. I didn't have a car let alone extra money for gas and I couldn't afford to take off work to go. I didn't know what to do... so I sold the tickets. I needed the $30 I got for the tickets more than I needed to go to the concert. The tickets were worth $50, I felt horrible. I evaded talking to my dad for weeks. He finally got a hold of me on the phone, (back in the 90's there were no cell phones, we had one payphone in the hall that 30+ girls shared) and he asked how the concert was. I lied to him and told him it was pretty good. I didn't know how to tell him I needed cash more than concert tickets. I remember taking that $30 and spending it like it was gold. The Friday night of my birthday week a friend, Jeanne, and I walked to LJS (Long John Silvers) and I didn't have to buy a kids meal. I washed all my laundry that Saturday and treated myself... I used fabric softener! That $30 lasted quite a while, where that concert would have only lasted the night. Just in case you are wondering no one claimed the prize. But that is not why I am writing this entry.
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After cooking this gourmet dinner the other night I have decided that my mom lied to me as a child. You see when I was growing up we'd have breakfast for dinner about once a week. Mom always made eggs and either sausage or bacon, never both and I don't make both either, that's what IHop is for! Mom would make the meat first then use the same pan and cook the eggs in it. She always told me that it made the eggs taste so much better. But I don't think so. Eggs have earned the right to be cooked in their own pan. If there is one thing that working endless hours on kitchen duty at summer camp has taught me, it's how to make scrambled eggs. Not to toot my own horn, okay what the heck...TOOT TOOT... I make some Rockin' Super Fluffy Light and Dreamy Scrambled Eggs, at least that's why my kids tell me. (see fluffy egg picture below!)
But that is not the point, cooking eggs in the 'used' pan is yucky. I do not like the greasy taste or the flecks of bacon/sausage goo in my eggs. (see picture below)
Being lazy the other night I did what my mother did, cooked the meat then the eggs in the same pan. Still don't like them that way, but I do know now why my mother does it. Bet you wanna know too... one less pan to wash! She could of just told me that, I'll wash the extra pan just to have Rockin' Super Fluffy Light & Dreamy Scrambled Eggs! I pledge to you (if anyone actually reads this) and my children I will no longer be lazy. I shall from this day forth cook eggs in their own pan and wash the extra dish... for eggs are deserving to be cooked properly!
No chickens were harmed in the writing of this blog... okay maybe just a few.
I am truly blessed. Thank you Lord for reminding me how fun kids can be, how polite, sweet, kind and gentle! Tonight even with Mark away I am blessed beyond measure. Friday the kids had a half day of school! So what's a mom to do? Hit 3 different parks and play all day. We invited K80's friend, Emily, to join us. It was a BLAST! Here's a few photos and a video of our day out and about. Sorry the videos sideways... OPPS! These are the rollers on the roller slides. It's awesome, numbs your butt and fly down the slides! As K80 would say... "That's totally Whack!"
This is the first park we found on our journey...cool isn't it! Don't you love K80's socks! I believe Santa brought her those... She's so funky cute!
They ran from the bottom of each slide back to the top over and over again. Lovin' every minute of it. I bet your wondering why they are carrying cardboard. Simply put, 2 reasons. 1. Saves the pants from rubbing so much on the slide (wears them out quick). 2. Keeps the butt from getting numb so fast. It's just something you have to experience to understand.
Love the video, Seth was the only one brave enough to go down head first. I don't think you go as fast, his chest was fire red when he got to the bottom!
$25 spent at Subway for lunch + $6.25 in gas + getting lost and confused on Okinawa Roads = Priceless Day of Fun and Many Memories Made!
Through trial and error I've learned that I can drink Dasani bottled water. I can safely drink it. I've not found another bottled water that I can drink and not become instantly sick. I don't drink it often b/c it so much cheaper to "make my own water", but it's nice to keep a case of it around to grab and go if I should run out of "my water". One thing I checked into was the availability of Dasani water before we moved to Okinawa. Yep, they sold it in the commissary, not a problem. 
I did, however, scour the bases over here and bought all the bottles of Dasani water that I could... a whooping 10 bottles. That will last me a little bit, but certainly not the next 30 months we are on island.
Okinawa is filled with unexpected gifts of beauty.
The simpliest things made to please the eye.
I love it.
This is a picture of the good times. One of my dearest and best BFF's. What a sweet kiss her husband stole at the Marine Corps Ball this year. He just left for another deployment. Another yes, less than a year ago he just got home from a 12 month deployment to Iraq, he's gone again for another 7 this time to Afghanistan. They 3 children and have been married 18 years.