What Do You Mean I Already HAVE a Blog??

What do you know. I already have a blog. I know that I have often thought of beginning one, but not that I had begun already.

Seems that I opened this account back in 2006.

In my own defense, I have been a bit busy.

Tomorrow is my, (and my husband's) 10th wedding anniversary. I wonder if he will remember. I know that we can't afford to go out, so I do not think I will mention it.


Then I wonder if NOT mentioning it is a bit passive-aggressive. You know, not mentioning it, letting the day go by only to later realize that my hubby will feel badly as he thinks that I know that he forgot it.


This is how "we" celebrated Valentine's Day. We couldn't afford to celebrate that day either, so I just let it slip by. I figured that it would be a relief on both of our parts to just not worry about scraping up a few dollars for this and that. (He did feel bad.)


Life has changed since 2006 when we could easily go out on a Friday night, enjoy a buffet and a bit of shopping. I miss those days.

Reality for me in 2009 is not having enough buckets to catch the drips coming through the ceiling when it rains.


Reality is no longer drinking milk with meals so that there is some for my child's cereal in the morning.


Reality was never speaking about any of this, holding instead my tongue with a stiff upper lip.


A stiff upper lip is highly over rated!


I am sick and tired of remaining silent!

So I decided to blog, and discovered that I had already established one. In 2006.



Like I said, I have been busy.



My oldest son is no longer at college.

At the beginning of his 4th year, discovering that school loans have all but vanished, he joined the Marine Corp.

In his defense, he has wanted to do this two years earlier. The very thought of my son in a Wartime Marine Corp scared me to death. I became hysterical and he relented.

He did quite well on the ASFAB, an aptitude test given recruits, to show what and where they will be of the best use. The test showed that he would be best utilized in the Intelligence field, and would do great at Quantico. Even recommending that he work security for the President.

The only hitch there, is that he owes $$ on college loans, so mo Presidential service.

Since we are at war he is learning how to, (in his words), "blow things up, and man the 50 cal."

He calls me on the weekends when he has Liberty. I do not know how I will handle it if or when he is deployed. I am already having nightmares about it.

My father was a Marine. My husband is a Marine vet. I wanted to be a Marine. I sure am not happy with my son being one! I'll admit it, I'm selfish about my kids. I want them alive.

I'm scared.

In the last 3 years:

My brother died of cancer.

My oldest son has joined the Marine Corp.

My youngest started High School.

All too much has changed in my little World, and I DO NOT LIKE IT!