What's your dream?









Ok, I guess today's post will be about something I've always wanted to do. I guess you'd call it my dream.
For years - as far back as I can remember - writing has been kind of a passion for me. Mostly I've used it as the vessel for telling others how I feel - I've written a poem about the heart of a soldier (inspired by Laurie - it actually got published), have written and sent stories to magazines (they were very polite when they said no thank you); have entered contests, or written devotions for our church groups. But I have not accomplished my dream yet...to write something major. Ron and the kids are behind me 100%. One of my favorite Christian writers is Marjorie Holmes. She has written so many beautiful essays and stories...
I'm not sure - maybe the only writing I am meant to do is for my family, or for church; and maybe this blog will be the only writing I do that will be viewed by the public...if that's the case, so be it. The whole idea behind this blog is to reach people...to encourage...to bring a smile. If that's what God has planned for me, so be it. But still...when I grow up (or retire)...my dream is to be a writer. What's YOUR dream? Please share...after all, this is your site too.
God bless you, and God bless our Troops.
Sue

Bits and pieces and thoughts of friends...

Well, today I did something I haven't done in nearly a year - I called in sick. Calling in sick is something that I don't do lightly - but after the night I had, there really wasn't much of a choice. So I spent the day studying for my exam and watching old movies with Lilly. Ron had chores to do outside so I didn't see him much, but Lilly is good company. She curls up on the couch next to me (she has a large bath towel on this designated area so she always knows where she is supposed to be. Uh, yeah, right. Key word there is SUPPOSED).
So today I'd like to wish my friend Wendy a Happy Birthday. She is one of my Military Mom cyber friends who lives in the great state of Wisconsin. Her son Jay is over in the sand right now and I know that her birthday would be a lot happier if he was stateside. She is an awesome lady and deserves only good things. HAPPY BIRTHDAY WENDY!!!' I hope God gifted you today with a phone call from Jay.
I am so excited to tell you that this Sunday I am participating in the Making Strides for Breast Cancer 5K walk. I've never done that before - never had the energy or really thought that it could make a difference. Recently I've kind of of had a new attitude about things - I want to do new things. Things that I've been afraid to do because I didn't think it was possible. The white water rafting with Laurie, the horseback riding, these things were so much fun. And now the walk - there are 8 of us from church participating. It's not really a big deal - people do these kinds of things every day - but for me, it's exciting.
Anyway, this morning, I logged into my email and there was an email from the website I had registered on for the Cancer walk and the email said "your goal has been reached!!" Everyone who signs up for this walk sets a goal for donations. And so, this morning, my sister and her daughter - my niece Erika - donated $125 and I was thrilled. This is my little sister - Chelle, who lives in FL and who I don't see nearly enough but talk to each other as often as we can. Chelle - and Erika - thank you so much for your contribution. What a wonderful gift. I promise that I will make it all the way to the finish line. Wish you were here to walk it with me.
Speaking of gifts, it's almost time to start my Christmas shopping. I can hear the groans - but seriously, it's time. I have to do it in bits and pieces so the past couple of years I have been buying earlier. That gives me time to do my cookies and Christmas cards too. We are planning on visiting Laurie, Stephen and Kasey during the week after Christmas but with the airfares that I've been finding, we might be making it a road trip. That's always fun but in the winter could be tricky. We'll figure it out.
So many people are on my mind tonight and lots of situations too. Too many to mention here for fear of slighting someone. Just remember that you are all important to me and for those with heavy hearts, or difficult situations, and for those waiting for their loved ones to return from the sand, please remember that it's far too big for us to handle, but God has it in His hands and hears our prayers. Every one of them.
See you again soon my friends,
Sue

It's Fall!!

Fall arrived this week - on the calendar anyway. Our temps are still somewhat warm for this time of year, but the mornings and the evenings are definitely cooler. It's that time of year when it's too late to wear summer clothes, too early to wear the heavier garb of winter and so you have to search until you find just the right layering effect so that if the office is too warm you can shed a layer without looking too summery. Know what I mean ladies? And, since I have been able to shed a few lbs. in recent months, it's going to be a bit boring in the wardrobe department until I can find a few more things at SEARS to mix and match.
I think every woman reading this blog can identify with the seasonal wardrobe thing.
But there is more to a change of season than a change of wardrobe. For many of my friends, it's a season closer to their kids coming home from the sandbox...or for some, the season during which their children deploy.
It's a season when most of us think about Halloween, or Thanksgiving, or raking leaves. Pumpkins and winter squash; huge rust colored mum plants on our front porch.
But for others it's a time to think about what they will send in the holiday boxes for their loved ones who aren't home for the holidays. They don't need to be deployed to be missed...from personal experience, I can assure you of that.
And so what do we do when that familiar empty feeling sets in? For me, I look at the beauty God places in our world...the leaves of amber and orange and a thousand shades of red and I remember that the same hand who created that beauty is holding all of us in His care. It doesn't bring our loved ones closer in miles, but it reminds me that we are all in the same loving embrace at the same exact time.
Remember His love for us - it is far reaching, and never ending. As I begin to buy things for the holiday packages I'll be sending to loved ones, I'll be remembering that He keeps us close. And though many who read this are friends from across the country, He also keeps US close.
Enjoy your weekend - it's a whole new season to celebrate His goodness and grace.
Blessings.
Sue

Comfortable!!

Well, here we are at Monday again...when someone figures out why weekends go so fast, could you please let me know? I just get used to being home and it's time to leave again. But that's ok - being at work for me is good too. Days aren't quite as hectic and with my new hours the commute is easier too because the traffic pattern is different.
Comfort is something that can be good - or it can be bad. You can be in a room full of friends whom you can be comfortable with 'cause you are comfortable to be yourself and not worry about trying to make small talk. That's a great feeling to know that silence between friends can be just as good as a long conversation.
I attended a wedding recently and sat at a table with some of my dearest friends. The small talk was good - we laughed a lot, sometimes about the silliest things. We tried to behave and not gossip; we didn't drink much at all, and we enjoyed the food as though it was the first meal that we'd eaten in weeks. Funny, isn't it? How you just know that the person sitting across from you is going to think the same exact thing you are thinking about italian bread dipped in oil; sooooo goooood. And you both say it at at the exact same time...
Then there are the moments when you know they are talking to you but you can't hear a word because of the music...and so you just shake your head yes (hopefully the appropriate response). But actually, they can tell by the blank look on your face that you didn't hear them and you start the conversation all over again. But the silence is ok too - that's when you do the people watching...I LOVE people watching, and it's especially fun to people watch with someone else...not to make fun, but it can start neat conversations. And at the end of the night, you maybe haven't spoken too many words, but you feel blessed in the comfort of sharing the evening with these friends.
Then there is another type of comfort - which isn't always good. It's the kind of comfort that keeps you from taking a leap of faith; from changing jobs because you think you've learned all there is to learn about the job you have and you don't want to learn anything new; it's not asking someone for a date because you like your routine of not having to answer to anyone. Know what I mean? This bad kind of comfort which can prevent you from making life changing decisions.
The longer I study for this upcoming exam, the more I realize that I'm not too old for change...that I LOVE my current job, but could still handle a change. Comfort is good..that good old comfortable presence of family and friends...of being in a place where you are happy and that you are with people you love. My time with Ron and the kids is like that. Ron and I can sit on the couch and watch a movie together and not say too much, but we can sense how the other one is feeling at various points of the movie. Being at that wedding had that wonderful and warm kind of comfort too.
But being so comfortable in something that you don't look ahead for new challenges...that's not good for everyone. Nope, not good for me, that's for sure. So, I guess I better hit the books, right?
Love and blessings to you all...thanks for stopping in. Hope you feel comfortable here, cause you are among friends.
See you tomorrow - God Bless you.
Sue

Friday night at last!!!

Well I thought it would never get here...it's been kind of a long week. Of course it began with 9/11. One of my staff lost a cousin at the Pentagon - I knew she would be upset that day, but she did pretty well until the end of the day...her tears had been right beneath the surface all day long and so we had a good long talk, shed a few tears together, and it helped us both.
I have come to treasure my weekends - Saturdays with Ron, visiting Scott and Tina and the kids, a good dinner somewhere and then a movie here at home on Saturday night. Sundays include church, teaching Sunday school, putting laundry away and a few odd jobs around here and now that it's football season...Buffalo Bills football games. We don't go to the games but we always park ourselves in front of the TV with a bowl of popcorn.
This weekend, I'll begin studying for a promotional exam that's coming up in a few weeks. Our office manager's position is open and those of us eligible for the exam will be taking it - and applying for the job if we pass. I expect the competition will be tough so I need to do my very best on the exam to have a chance at the job. Wish me luck! (and when the test gets closer, I'll be asking for prayers no doubt).
I know for my friends with loved ones deployed, the weekends seem the longest because you have to fill your day without going to work. Praying that you'll get an email or a phone call to ease your mind.
Just an update on our Lilly - she is a sweetheart. She's starting to become mischievious - she is a chewer and a cuddler. She sleeps between us at night, almost nose to nose with us and occasionally snores softly. She loves the kids and I would say that she knows she has it made here.
Thanks to Heather and Cat for stopping by - I appreciate it and I will be visiting your sites more often...Erik, you too. And for my friend...you know who you are...who emailed me the last couple of days...you are in my prayers - may God be ever near to you.

May God bless you all this weekend with restful sleep.
Sue

Remembering the day we all changed.

All weekend long, I thought about what my thoughts would be as I wrote today's post. And still this morning during the commute to work, I wondered what I could say that could be worthy of this day...worthy of the memory of all who were lost...and worthy of offering comfort to those who lost loved ones on 9/11/2001.
There are no words, but as I sit here at work, and hear the silence in our office, perhaps that is what is most fitting. Silence.
And so, in memory of all who perished, and to comfort all who lost someone on that terrible day, I offer silence...to allow all of our prayers to be spoken and all of them to be answered by our gracious Father in Heaven. No matter where we were that day, He was with us. And still is.
In loving memory of who we lost and what we ~ as Americans ~ lost five years ago.
May God touch your heart with peace on this day.
Sue

CAPTURED!!

Here in Western NY and in the towns along the border of NY and PA, there has been a 5 month manhunt going on for a fugitive named
Ralph "Bucky" Phillips. He had escaped jail in WNY, shot and wounded a NY State Trooper in an upstate county and has been on the loose and taking cover in several towns he knew well. Last week Thursday, two more NY State Troopers were shot several times and wounded critically...on Sunday, those wounds proved fatal to one of the officers. "Bucky" is the primary suspect in those shootings. During the last 5 months, in some areas, he has become a sort of folk hero and even after the troopers were shot, his core group of supporters were asking him to surrender so that HE didn't get hurt. It was exasperating. Finally, on Thursday, he was placed on the FBI's 10 most wanted list and the search became national.
In the end, he surrendered to police - looking haggard and defeated. It was a bittersweet victory for the many police agencies involved with the search because the mortally wounded State Trooper will be laid to rest on Monday. The Superintendent of State Troopers was gracious in his praise of all the police agencies involved with the search...and sincere in expressing the grief they all felt with the death of their fellow trooper. And resolute in his words of what they do..."In the end," he said, "we always get the bad guys."
My reason for sharing this today is to remind us all that, truly, good DOES win over evil....always. We may learn lessons along the way, our hearts may be saddened, and there will be sacrifice. But goodness will always take precedence. Always.
Blessings,
Sue

It's good to be back!!

Well, after a very wet and stormy weekend (thanks to Ernesto) we are back home from camping. It really was a great weekend away. We were safe and warm in our trailer with movies and plenty of food and Lilly was enjoying all the changes in our routine. She got to sleep as long as she wanted to (ok, she normally does that anyway but the difference was that WE got to sleep in late too!) and both of us got to spend our days with her instead of just Ron. That meant a lot to me (and hopefully to Lilly too).
While we were gone, Ron celebrated his birthday (ok, Ron doesn't exactly like to celebrate birthdays anymore, but I celebrated his birthday by making a lemon meringue pie on Saturday - the trailer smelled sooo good because I also had a crockpot of chili going at the same time).
Unfortunately some unhappy things happened while we were there...Steve Irwin passed away, and also a State Trooper who was here in our area to help with the manhunt of a fugitive and who was shot last week, passed away on the weekend. That was sad news on two fronts. Makes a person realize how fragile life is. In the case of the trooper, it's a sad reminder that our military aren't the only ones who put their lives on the line to protect us.
Peace and quiet are wonderful things - especially when they are enjoyed in the company of those you love. I sometimes feel very blessed because Ron and I are on the downside of things...you know, more years behind us than ahead. To me, it's all the more incentive to try to get things right...to share my faith, to love others, to savor and give thanks for each blessing all the more. Sure it could have it's negative side too...but the blessings far outweigh the fears or the doubts. I am healthy and happy and have a wonderful person to spend my life with...that's you, Ron...as much time as God allows.
Each and every day there is something - there are many things - to give thanks for...and that would include all of you.
God bless you all...it's good to be home with you again.
Sue

Labor Day Weekend!!

Well, we are all packed and ready to go...Ron and I & Lilly are going camping this weekend. It's going to be chilly and rainy but we have a comfortable travel trailer so we'll hunker down and watch movies and do our 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle and leave the bedroom window open just enough to get the cool night air. Of course I have to work tomorrow but at 4:30 I am out of there and on my way. Ron will drive out earlier in the day with Lilly and the trailer and I will drive from work out to the campground. I should get there by 6. We will stay until Tuesday - I'll commute from there on Tuesday morning...will have to leave by 0630 to get to work on time but that's ok.
This being Labor Day weekend, it's a time to stop and thank all those who work so hard to keep this country running...white collar, blue collar, medical professionals, pizza makers. There are people who stock the shelves in the grocery stores, and the people who keep the local Wal-Mart going, those who make lives better with nursing, or fixing appliances so that we can cook our dinner or wash our clothes; and there are still others who teach our children and grandchildren and college students; those people who are sometimes called grease monkeys...but are the best when it comes to keeping us on the road, and therefore should be called what they are - mechanics who are in tune to all the changes in today's cars. Or the tow truck driver who rescues you on a busy thoroughfare or a country road. Or the stay at home mom or dad who make sure that their children are safe and happy, with lunches that include homemade cookies in their back packs each day as they go to school. How I admire them for being able to resist the temptation of making more money for the joys and rewards of being home with their family. And I admire too, the staff at daycare centers or the babysitters who make it possible for children to receive loving care while their parents are at work or school.
So many occupations - and yet I have only touched on a few. When you are doing that commute every day, do you (do I?) ever wonder who is in the car next to you (me) and what they do? Or are we too intent on getting to work (or home) ourselves?
There are those who keep us safe...policemen, firemen, EMTs... and those who keep us free.
Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen, Marines, and Coasties. Without them, where would we be? Would we be free to do what we do now? And where would the people of so many nations around the world be if it weren't for our military? People like Jay and Nathan and Vinny; Erik and Jim and Dan; Laurie and Stephen and Billy...what would we do with out these people?
Who else but Americans understand that it is our duty - our right - our privilege - to make life better for other people? To pray for them, and with them.
Among those I admire (and thank) the most - aside from our military, are those who teach and preach the Word of God - our Pastors or Priests or Rabbis who teach us so that we can take that Word to others - so they may have hope.
So you see, whatever our jobs, this is a weekend to celebrate the work we do for one another...for our families...and if we find our job satisfying or rewarding, we celebrate in thanksgiving for our own jobs as well.
It's also a time to remember Jesus' words..."Come unto me all you who are weary and heavy laden...and I will give you rest."
I'll be back on Tuesday - God bless your weekend with safety and good times. Maybe a hot dog or two - a cold beer, or a glass of iced tea.
Thanks for stopping by.
God bless our troops and those who love them.
Sue

Hi PAPA!!

The phone rang tonight as I was working at my computer. I answered it and heard nothing for a moment, and then a familiar and tiny little voice said, "Hi Papa!"
It was Veronica calling for Papa (well, she pronounces it Bapa). And so I started talking to her and I could hear Tina whispering in the background, "say hi Nana." Ten seconds later I hear..."Hi Nana." At that moment, it didn't matter that I had gotten about 40 calls from the customer service office today - all of them about student loans. I had to wait all day and most of the evening to hear that little voice, but the wait was worth it. Then I hear Tina whisper again, "say bye bye Nana." ("bye bye Nana" says the little echo). So I am trying to get Tina's attention to let her know that "Papa" was in the shower, and Nana would talk to Veronica instead. No, this was a phone call for Bapa and that was all there was to it. I suggested they call back in about 10 minutes, but Tina said she had to pick Scott up from work. Of course on the way home, Veronica fell asleep and Bapa never got his phone call. Tomorrow is another day and I expect that quite early in the day that sweet little voice will be talking to her Bapa.
I love to hear the babies on the phone...when we talk to Laurie and Stephen we can hear Kasey babbling away in the background. When Laurie puts him on the phone the only thing I can understand is "hi" and "I you" (I love you). Why is it that a baby's voice can turn my heart into a bowl of jello? I remember when Laurie and Scott were that age...the countless questions...those eyes searching ours seriously for an answer which we knew would only prompt another "why?" And always in that sweet little voice. The questions were a pleasure because of that sweet little voice.
A funny thing happened while we were on vacation. We were gone for 10 days and when we got home there were absolutely NO messages on our answering machine. Not one. Zilch. Nada. Our kids used to say that we have no life (well sometimes I think they may be right especially with no phone calls in 10 days). But they are so good about calling...about putting the babies on the phone to say hello...and really, that is music to our ears. Veronica is a Bapa and Nana kid, Luke calls us Grandma S. and Buddy; Kasey - well he's a good old fashioned grandma and grandpa boy. I don't care what they call me...as long as they know that I love them and that I can tell them that anytime I want to...anytime I need to.
"Hi Papa...." "I you." "Hey, Buddy, can we go to McDonald's?"
What a blessing!
God bless our troops and may your Tuesday bring many blessings.
Sue

WAR!!! What is it good for?

In the last few weeks, two of my close friends have seen their sons join the troops in Iraq. I know how they feel, know where they are, and understand the journey these moms are embarking on involuntarily. And yet...what do I say? It's so hard to know that it doesn't change anything for them. Any amount of friendship or love is a help, but when war touches you personally, there is only one thing that will make it better. It's not making the WELCOME HOME banner, but watching your loved one read it.
I am not a political person, but I am fiercely loyal. Loyal to the troops - and to their commander in chief. To those opposed to the war, that may seem a contradiction because of their belief that President Bush doesn't care about the bloodshed of our troops or that he sent them in without thought or concern of their safety.
I am not FOR war. War frightens me, has touched my children, has changed me. Peace is so much easier to deal with than war - but when in the history of the world has there ever been a lasting peace? This particular war has touched so many of my friends that I could not mention them all without leaving someone out. But, I will mention one - Colleen - whose son Jim was injured severely in Iraq within two weeks after he returned from R&R...and his best friend, David was killed in the same attack. Her Jim is a living testimony to the strength of our troops. Jim has been a constant friend to the family of his buddy who was killed in Iraq - is Godfather to a new baby boy born into that family just a few days ago. His heart may always hold the memories of what he has been through, but he believes that he can do more by going on than in focusing on what he sees when he looks back. And Jim believed in the mission. His friend believed in the mission, though he sacrificed his life for that mission.
So many soldiers are suffering from PTSD. We cannot imagine the unspeakable things that you went through while you were deployed - nor can we understand them. But your countrymen pray for you with out ceasing - pray for your families that they might find the resources for you to lead a normal life...pray that you will find peace in your heart.
One of the greatest things about being an American is that we can speak freely about what is on our mind and in our hearts. To my friends with loved ones deployed - your soldiers are in my prayers daily. I believe that THEY believe in their mission. It doesn't make it easier, but it makes it worthwhile...for them. And somehow, may that help you. - to know that your soldier is believing in something that is worth fighting for.
So many of those who serve are still on our home soil - or on foreign soil other than in the sand, and they have our prayers as well...some of them may be chomping at the bit to be involved in the war...but they are needed right where they are. May they understand that they make up part of the greatest military in the world and that in itself is a braver thing than most of us can even think of doing.
President Bush is a sore subject in many social circles, and even as people gather around the water coolers in offices. But I believe that God chose the right man to be in the white house during these times. I believe that the decisions he has made - good or bad - they are made in prayer and conviction. There are days when I think of him as a Godsend to our nation...and other days when I watch the news and wonder what in heaven's name he was thinking of. He is not a saint, and certainly has his downfalls, but he is our president. I told someone the other day that no one is lovable all the time - even Jesus, though perfect, had enemies. President Bush is definitely not perfect...but surely deserves our prayers.
So far in my blogs I have tried to keep to "safe" subjects. I guess it was time to share other things as well.
The apostle Paul wrote to the Corinthians that we go through trials and struggles so that someday we may help others through the same experiences, as God has helped us. It's a never ending circle - there is always someone in need, always someone God asks us to reach out to with understanding.
I hope if that someone in need is reading this right now, you will feel the hand that is extended.
God bless your weekend.
Sue

Happy Birthday Scott!!!

Today is Scott's birthday. 31 years ago today, and 3 1/2 weeks late, he finally decided to show up. It was a loooong summer that year and one of the warmest on record. He has been a wonderful son - sometimes gave us a run for our money, but he is a great kid...umm, guy (he'll always be my kid). We'll take them to Applebee's and then they'll come back here for cake and ice cream. Homemade pineapple upside down cake - his favorite.
I must admit, the birthday gifts on his list aren't much different today than they were 10 years ago, except for the sizes of the clothes I buy. He's very much into gaming yet - with Luke - but I don't buy the games anymore very often. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCOTT!! WE LOVE YOU and are SOOOO proud of you.
31. Man oh man.
So I've been a little remiss in my posting this week - lots to do at work and at home. First week of classes begin next week, our office manager - Ginny - is retiring next week and it's going to leave a big hole in our hearts.
Our office has learned to deal with being shorthanded - but in Ginny's case, we can fill her position, but it won't be the same. Ginny is one of the most gracious, enthusiastic, generous and faith filled women I have ever met. Add to that her capability to create calm out of chaos and you can understand why she's irreplaceable. We're sure going to miss her.
For my friends who love a soldier, I pray this weekend brings a letter, a phone call, or an email. And if he or she is deployed, then you know that prayers are being spoken and heard and answered according to God's holy and perfect will. And in His time. Especially for my friends Barb, and Wendy, Fran, and Emily. May God bless you with His peace.
Blessings for your Friday, my friends.
Sue

Sunday night already?

Well the weekend sure did fly by for us! Yesterday with Luke's birthday and today I did a little bit of financial aid work so I would be able to concentrate on some problems tomorrow that I know we are going to have at the office.
We watched a few movies (Benchwarmers included...cute and funny ...I needed one of those movies this weekend), and also watched the concluding episodes of the Band of Brothers. It's heavy stuff but it's a series that everyone should see. And I mean everyone. At LEAST once...and also the commentary from the veterans as the story is being told.
One more week before fall classes begin at the university I work at so this week will be one of "those" weeks - the phone will be ringing like crazy and we'll be processing like mad. Sure does make our week go quickly.
Scott's birthday is Friday and if he doesn't send me his wish list pretty soon he's going to get whatever comes to mind.
Lilly is doing better...she is a little more active, but that kennel cough sure does take a lot out of a doggie. She is really enjoying her $30 sleeping pillow so it was well worth it. We have a little problem in that when we take her out she wants BOTH of us to tag along. Well, she will go out for me by ourselves, but when Ron takes her out, she stands in the garage by the door until I join them. This won't last...trust me on that. :)
One of the highlights of my day yesterday (NOT) was when I dropped a bowl of spaghetti sauce and meatballs on the carpet. I sprayed and scrubbed and sprayed and scrubbed...it looks ok, but I think it's going to need steam cleaning. Spot cleaning didn't quite do it. It doesn't help that the carpet is a light tan color. Oh well - worse things could happen, right?

Well, my break is over. Back to work I guess...have about 10 more students to work on. And then tomorrow is another day.

To all my friends with deployed loved ones, God bless you. I hope that you heard from your soldier this weekend. We are about to call ours and hopefully catch Kasey too if he's not in bed or in his time out chair. :)
God bless your Monday my friends and thanks for stopping in.
Blessings,
Sue

TIDBITS!!!

Finally, it's Saturday. The work week always seems so long when we are returning from vacation doesn't it? But it's a dark, rainy morning here and I felt morally obligated to sleep quite a bit later than usual. :)

Today is Luke's birthday...he is 9. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUKE!! He is such a great kid - and became our first grandchild when Scott married Tina nearly four years ago. LUKE WE LOVE YOU!!
So the kids and a friend of Luke's, and Tina's sister Denise will be over for pizza and wings and birthday cake. I need to go to the local party store and pick up some balloons and to Wally World for a couple more gifts (Dragonball GT stuff) Erik, your Hunter no doubt knows what that is cause I sure didn't), and some wrapping paper.

It's a good day ...Lilly is lying on her floor pillow ~ sound asleep of course due to the effects of her "kennel cough" medication. She went to the vet's yesterday - the same vet who took care of Shelby. When Shelby was put to sleep, the Vet and her two assistants were both with us, crying with us because they loved Shelby so much. Yesterday, they all stood in the clinic room with Ron and welcomed Lilly...after some kind words about Shelby and a few more tears, they told Ron we have a wonderful new doggie and that she will help us all heal. She meant themselves as well. They just don't make vets (and veterinarian staff) like that anymore...or so I thought. We are blessed to have them.
So, Lilly is good, but plum tuckered out from her experiences of the last few months and needs plenty of TLC. She will have it and I think she feels that.
We are watching "Band of Brothers" on the History channel. It's one of my absolute favorite movies/series and one more reason why Tom Hanks is in my top ten. He and his co-director put great care into this series and every time we watch it I find something new to be in awe of concerning our military and what they endure. Ron is a WW II buff...a serious WW II buff...and sometimes I get tired of seeing the atrocities of Hitler, yet I know that it is part of not only Germany's history, but ours as well because so many sacrificed so much on and across the oceans. And so we can never forget ~ even when it's painful to remember.
Tomorrow there will be church and a few chores around the house - whatever I don't get finished this morning.
For my friends with deployed soldiers, or with loved ones serving anywhere, I know from personal experience that the weekends are the toughest because they are the two days of the week when we are forced to find things to do apart from the Monday thru Friday work routine...to make the day go by more quickly. I pray that you will have a phone call or email from your soldiers.
You know, I have a habit of calling all service members "soldiers" even when referring to airmen or sailors or marines...can anybody tell me is that ok...or is it incorrect? I never mean to offend anyone by doing that, so correct me if it is not the right thing to do...Laurie, Stephen or Erik, what do you think?
Thanks for stopping by ~ hope you have a good Saturday everyone ~
and be blessed.
Sue

Seasons

One of the reasons I love the month of August is that you get a little sense of two seasons. The days are sunny and warm, and yet at night you begin to feel and sense that fall is in the air. You stand in front of the open window looking out at the darkness, and as the curtains gently move with the breeze, the crisp scent of autumn reaches you. The calendar still says summer, but the cool night air tells you there's not much of it left. And, no matter what, it seems that as I breathe in the crispness of the air, and thank God for His creation, and for the day that is behind me and the sleep that is in front of me, my thoughts always turn to those far away in a strange land...the soldiers who are struggling in the heat of the desert. Do they know that there are so many of us here in their own country thinking of them? And praying for them? And appreciating them? Do their loved ones know that others DO understand...that there are many who are walking or have walked in their shoes? For those of you reading this who are waiting at home, I can promise you that I understand. Truly. All those questions that you want to ask when they call...but can't. Or those that you DO ask that your son or daughter just answer with "ummm, can't tell you that, mom." I've been there, have done that and I'm sorry that you are enduring it now. And please know that in a little while, when it's time to go to sleep, if you drink in the fresh breeze of a late summer night, remember please that the breeze carries thoughts and prayers and love for you. But above all, for those you love who serve...those I love who serve. Blessings and love for your Friday...another week nearly done.
Sue

WELCOME HOME LILLY!!!

On Friday afternoon, this beautiful young doggie became ours. We had to wait until she was spayed this morning, but this afternoon, after a very long 4 days, Lilly finally came home to live with us. With her new collar (pink with rhinestones :) and her very tired little body, she made the 25 minute trip sleeping like a log on the blanket covered seat in Ron's truck. We have been waiting for this day for what seems like forever...I think since the moment Shelby went to sleep in the vet's office...our hearts have had such a hole in them. And yet, they needed time to prepare for a new furry friend...and time to honor the memory of Shelby. But today, we are complete again. She is sleepy and yet each time one of us glances Lilly's way, her tail thump thump thumps on the carpet.
Not everyone is a dog lover, but when I think of the furry friends who have kept Ron and I company in our nearly 37 years of marriage, I remember the devotion of Tiger - our first dog, a buff cocker spaniel - who listened with us to the winds and snow rage during the Blizzard of '77 and who kept "watch" over Scott and Laurie when they were babies. And there was Ginger who stayed by my side on the sofa when I was seriously ill and needed surgery, and during the recouperation period. And finally, Shelby...the dog Laurie chose before she went into the military and who went camping with us, and weathered her fair share of winter storms and summer heat. Shelby who would patiently sit by our closed bedroom door during the summer while the window air conditioner cooled our room off and would pounce on the bed as soon as one of us opened the door. Shelby who licked my face and seemed to say "it's ok, mom" when I shed the tears of Laurie leaving for basic, for the Middle East, and the losses of Ron's mom, and both of my parents, and who was the gentlest dog who ever lived.
But now, Lilly is standing next to the couch, just standing there, while Ron scratches behind her ears. As she gradually gets her "sealegs" and recovers from the effects of the anesthetic, her tail thumps against the side of the couch.
Welcome home Lilly. You will be loved...I promise.
Blessings and love to you my friends.
Sue

Veteran's Day at the County Fair!!

Ron and I went to the County Fair today - here in Western NY, it used to be called the "Hamburg Fair" but is now called "America's Fair" because it is (supposedly) the largest county fair in the country.
We always go on the day designated for Veteran's because there is always a parade of American and Canadian veterans - including bagpipers. As soon as I got home from church I changed into white shorts and my navy blue shirt with the flag on the front and started out for our day at the fair. We got there plenty early and walked around the parade/grandstand area watching the various American/VFW posts getting warmed up and ready to march. As they started to line up, Ron and I took our seats in the grandstand and watched the bleachers slowly fill up with people of all ages. There were proud men and women displaying various military/veteran attire and I was proud to be sitting amongst them...actually I was sitting next to my favorite veteran - Ron. As the parade began, a local high school band played the Star Spangled Banner and as they always do when I hear that anthem, my eyes filled with tears. As each group marched by, it was so moving to see so many veterans of wars long since over...each man and woman older now than when they served, but marching with pride and in step with the music. When a group of active Marines filed past, there was a standing ovation. And when a group of service members filed past, each one carrying a flag representing the Army, Navy, Air Force or Marines, I felt the tears falling again - again, in pride. Seeing the flags really struck a chord in my heart.
And I wondered...30 years from now when our own soldiers are as old as Ron and I, will they be the ones who will march in the parade? Or will they be, as Ron, the proud American veterans giving tribute to their comrades from the grandstand?
These veterans - the men and women who marched, and those who stood in the stands cheering (and even some wiping the tears away as I did) - each of them has a story to tell. It might not be a war story, but it is a story they love to tell just the same. Of a time past, but not forgotten. This is our nation's history - the men and women who have served and sacrificed to preserve our freedom.
Today wasn't just about the veteran...it was about those who serve in today's military. Ron and I saw a soldier walking around with his parents - he was dressed in his bdu's and I said to Ron..."That kid's mom probably made him wear his uniform..." and we laughed because that fits me to a tee.
But seriously, to all of my friends who serve or have loved ones who serve, thank you for your sacrifices. For enduring deployments, and hardships, and separation. When I look at the two star banner in my window, I am reminded not only of the two soldiers that I love, but those you love as well. It reminds me of the bridge that I wrote about last week...the one that connects us.
I am proud to be one of you...and thankful to have each one of you as my friend.
Blessings and love.
Sue

Shelby 1996-2006

Lilly!!

Date day today but actually, Ron and I had a wonderful date yesterday as well. First a bit of history. On Memorial Day weekend, Shelby, our Shepherd-Rottweiler mix (we had her for 9 years but we adopted her as a 1 year old) passed away unexpectedly. We have been grieving ever since. Before we went to visit the kids, we decided that the day after we got home would be used to find a new doggie to love. We decided that the only way our hearts would heal completely would be if we found a new furry friend. NOT replacing Shelby...she was a dog that could never be replaced...but finding a new friend to love. So, at 11 am yesterday, we were at the door of the local animal shelter when it opened. Our decision was almost painful and I found that a combination of things would prompt tears that I didn't know were there. First, the looks on the dogs faces as we went through the kennel. The wagging tails, their barking (as if to say "pick me"), and their sweet faces. Finally, we decided on two beautiful dogs and the difficult and painstaking process of final choosing began. The first, Cosmo, a 7 month old mix of we're not sure what, was wonderful. She was happy, was pretty well behaved, and seemed to really like us. We could tell by her webbed feet that she had some sort of water dog in her lineage, but we couldn't identify that lineage. We took her for a good walk, sat with her and played and she really was our first choice...until we met Lilly. Lilly is a smaller, and very demure 2-3 year old collie mix. She came to our shelter from an Ohio animal shelter and she had 9 puppies with her. She is submissive, loving, a kind and beautiful face. After an hour of trying to decide, Lilly won our hearts. Not by her eagerness, but by her loving ways and her willingness to just sit by our side. I cried many tears during that hour. Tears of remembrance for Shelby, of sadness because we couldn't choose Lilly and Cosmo, and because it's always so hard to choose one friend from so many others. And I think one of the reasons that endeared her to us (or at least to me as a mom) was her willingness to have given so much of herself to her puppies. To be a dog that small, to have had 9 puppies and fed them to the point where she had nothing left to give them but love...these were the endearing qualities of Lilly. Ron will pick her up on Tuesday after she has been spayed...but today we will go out and walk her and give her a few biscuits, and on Monday Ron will do the same. Today's date will also include a trip to Petsmart for all of Lilly's new gear...
Today's picture is of Shelby - taken during a 2004 camping trip. She was a magnificent animal. Lilly will have tough shoes to fill, but I do believe God has chosen another wonderful new friend for us. He is good.
Blessings on your day my friends.
GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS and those who love them.
Sue

Time flies when you're having fun...

Hi! It seems like only yesterday I was writing my "awol" post, but indeed, it has been 10 days. Ten WONDERFUL days of being with our soldiers and Kasey. It was one of our best trips ever. And I learned a lot too. For instance, did you know that grandmas like me can spend two hours white water rafting even if they've never done it before? And we (us grandmas) can also spend 3 hrs on a horse and travel up a mountain and back down without falling off. Ok, the trail was muddy and the horse lost her footing and I lost my hat, but I stayed on the horse.
The kids look great - Laurie is happy now that she is a soldier again and is talking about her plans for school. When Stephen and Kasey picked us up at the airport the day we arrived, we were expecting to see Kasey in his stroller...but instead, saw a little boy standing next to his daddy looking up with a look that said "I THINK I know you but let me pucker up my lip a little cause I'm not sure." It took all of about 30 seconds before he was reaching his arms up to me. Ron and I melted...and I mean TOTAL meltdown.
So we had so much fun...and the time went so quickly. The plan for this morning was out of the house by 8, breakfast with the kids and then to the airport for our flight home. So, by 0600 I was showered, dressed and makeup done. Laurie came downstairs with Kasey and said "have you listened to any of the news this morning?" Of course the events in the UK altered our plans and we were, instead, out of the house by 0730 and still had breakfast...but were at the airport much earlier. The good byes went pretty well at the curb, but I was crying buckets by the time we got to the check-in. Will it ever get easier?
It started out as a long and nervous type of day and yet, anxious as we were starting out, it went ok. I just kept thanking God for the fact that there were no passengers taking an ill fated flight today.
One more thing that I wanted to mention in tonight's post.
About two or three weeks ago, Jay ( who is my friend Wendy's son) was deployed to the sandbox...and now...just this week, my friend Fran saw her son Vinny leave as well. I have no sage advice to offer...but I know that the emptiness in your tummy feels like a bottomless well. Deployment is not a private matter...but it is very personal. War touches us all...but for those serving and those who love them, war also changes things. We may find things to do to pass the time or to occupy our minds, but it's always there.
If you are someone who is inclined to pray, do so for our troops and for those who wait at home. Hug someone who is waiting and worrying and help them feel the love of God in that hug.
It's what I pray you will find wherever you turn -
a hug...and the love of God.
It's good to be home....hugs to you my friends.
Sue

Gonna be awol...

Tomorrow we set out on our vacation to see Laurie, Stephen & our little Kasey. I was only supposed to work til 3 today and then we had a few things get complicated so I stayed until 4:45. That was my choice, but still I feel a lot better if the loose ends are all tied up before I leave for any length of time. So we are all packed, except for my girlie stuff that I use in the morning like makeup and curling iron...you know the drill. :)
We've been waiting for this vacation for a long time. It's my first visit to their new home since they moved in...Ron was there in May to help with projects and to spoil Kasey. I will probably check in once or twice but we are renting a cabin with Laurie and Stephen for a few days so no computer. As much as I enjoy the computer, it will be nice to just be away from everything. Know what I mean? I'm taking a little camoflage Bible with me - Psalms and New Testament - easy to tuck into any suitcase and I am counting on some quiet mornings with the Lord. We'll be busy but there will surely be some time with Him.
Before I go, know that you are in my heart, especially my friends with deployed - or ready to be deployed - soldiers. For Emily, Barb, Wendy and Fran and anyone else reading this - may God keep you and your soldiers strong until you are reunited.
I wish that all of you could be taking a trip to see your soldiers as Ron and I are.
Be blessed my friends - God is watching over us all and holds us close.
May His love & peace be with you, & may His grace be sufficient for us all. Sue