February 27, 2007
Making changes....
I have been making changes to my blog. I switched to the 'new' blogger so I lost some of my stuff and now have to re-add things.
Hip...Hip...Hipocracy!
Check out this lovely little tid bit of information at Drudge. I'm wondering - is Mr. Gore is saying"DOH..."
February 26, 2007
Can't wait to see if MSM covers this....
I was looking over Little Green Footballs website and found this. I probably wouldn't have heard about it but since I did I am passing the info. It will be very interesting to see if this gets into the MSM.
February 22, 2007
What is it?
Michael Yon has a couple pictures on his website of some weapons that were found a couple years ago and no one seems to know what they are.
Here is a picture of one of them.
You know what this reminds me of? A practice grenade but a larger version, with the part that holds the pin cut off.
Lack of posts...
I had taken a small unintended break from blogging due to an unexpected and tragic event. This event has once again shown me that there is a reason for everything! When a reason can not be readily seen it is because it is still playing out. While I can kick myself for stupid decisions there is something to be said when a chapter closes well (in a sense). Let me explain...
I am married but my oldest daughter (I'll call her Kooky) is from a previous relationship. The "relationship" was short but not sweet. In a haste, I moved in with a man, found out what he was really like and just as I was going to walk out the door and never see him again, I was pregnant. He was a mess and try as I did to help him clean up, I was quick to realize it wasn't something I could help with. So, with a child on the way and him being a mess, I left him.
Two years prior to the above I got out of the Marine Corps. That is a story in and of itself. I may approach later but it was a decision I made, I was not happy with and always regretted. So three months after my daughter was born I went from the inactive reserves to the regular reserves. Life was good. I was busy but it was ok. I had a great support system from my family and Kooky's father was "trying" to get his life together but wasn't doing a very good job of it so he had limited time with her but Kooky and I were doing well. During Kooky's first year I began to see glimpses of what the future held when it came to her father and what a nightmare it was going to be dealing with him and custody and child support but most importantly he showed me time and time again that Kooky and her well being are but a fleeting thought in his head. His "pride" was more important.
A couple weeks before Kooky's first birthday was 9/11. A couple months after her first birthday was my re-enlistment. Knowing that it was just time that stood in between me and being activated and not knowing what kind of battles would be waged should I have to go anywhere and, God forbid, anything happen to me, I bowed out and got out of the Marine Corps, again.
These turns out to be the best decision I could ever make for Kooky. From that time on, Kooky's father did a stint in jail, then short term rehabs, then long term rehabs. For five years he walked in and out. Most of the time, without notice. She last saw him in June of 2005 then she didn't hear from him until December 2005. It was at that time I laid it out for him. While he had been able to lay under the radar, as far as the courts were concerned, and didn't "pose a threat" to her they wouldn't take action as far as removing his rights. However, his lack of communication or support for that period of time was long enough to be considered abandonment which is grounds for removal of rights and I let him know that. I said you have a choice, have them taken away or give them up voluntarily and let my husband adopt her. After some time went by, he finally agreed.
That was until last month, Kooky's father committed suicide. After walking through the grieving process with Kooky (thank God, she is so young) I have come to the realization that you really do find answers in the darnest places. This whole event has solidified many of the pieces of the puzzle together. His death showed me the big picture that was happening and had been happening. I was seeing glimpses of time but not what or why and how they are playing out.
I guess it would be good to give a clue of why I left the Marine Corps in the first place. In a nut shell, a Sergeant Major of a Recruiting Depot and I had a difference of opinion on where my military career was heading and he forced my hand. It was either go to his Depot (not to actually recruit but for administration) or get out. Pretty obvious what I chose. That decision let me to Kooky and a whole different purpose in life.
I am married but my oldest daughter (I'll call her Kooky) is from a previous relationship. The "relationship" was short but not sweet. In a haste, I moved in with a man, found out what he was really like and just as I was going to walk out the door and never see him again, I was pregnant. He was a mess and try as I did to help him clean up, I was quick to realize it wasn't something I could help with. So, with a child on the way and him being a mess, I left him.
Two years prior to the above I got out of the Marine Corps. That is a story in and of itself. I may approach later but it was a decision I made, I was not happy with and always regretted. So three months after my daughter was born I went from the inactive reserves to the regular reserves. Life was good. I was busy but it was ok. I had a great support system from my family and Kooky's father was "trying" to get his life together but wasn't doing a very good job of it so he had limited time with her but Kooky and I were doing well. During Kooky's first year I began to see glimpses of what the future held when it came to her father and what a nightmare it was going to be dealing with him and custody and child support but most importantly he showed me time and time again that Kooky and her well being are but a fleeting thought in his head. His "pride" was more important.
A couple weeks before Kooky's first birthday was 9/11. A couple months after her first birthday was my re-enlistment. Knowing that it was just time that stood in between me and being activated and not knowing what kind of battles would be waged should I have to go anywhere and, God forbid, anything happen to me, I bowed out and got out of the Marine Corps, again.
These turns out to be the best decision I could ever make for Kooky. From that time on, Kooky's father did a stint in jail, then short term rehabs, then long term rehabs. For five years he walked in and out. Most of the time, without notice. She last saw him in June of 2005 then she didn't hear from him until December 2005. It was at that time I laid it out for him. While he had been able to lay under the radar, as far as the courts were concerned, and didn't "pose a threat" to her they wouldn't take action as far as removing his rights. However, his lack of communication or support for that period of time was long enough to be considered abandonment which is grounds for removal of rights and I let him know that. I said you have a choice, have them taken away or give them up voluntarily and let my husband adopt her. After some time went by, he finally agreed.
That was until last month, Kooky's father committed suicide. After walking through the grieving process with Kooky (thank God, she is so young) I have come to the realization that you really do find answers in the darnest places. This whole event has solidified many of the pieces of the puzzle together. His death showed me the big picture that was happening and had been happening. I was seeing glimpses of time but not what or why and how they are playing out.
I guess it would be good to give a clue of why I left the Marine Corps in the first place. In a nut shell, a Sergeant Major of a Recruiting Depot and I had a difference of opinion on where my military career was heading and he forced my hand. It was either go to his Depot (not to actually recruit but for administration) or get out. Pretty obvious what I chose. That decision let me to Kooky and a whole different purpose in life.
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