My therapy

I was chatting with MacGyver on IM tonight and had to cut our conversation short because I needed to get ready to go to a Deployment Support Group meeting at church which he aptly called my "therapy". It IS.

Our church is comprised of a healthy balance of local families and military families so the current deployment is affecting a large portion of the congregation. So, in response to that need, our church has put together this group and tonight was our first meeting.

It was a dessert pot luck and oh, my goodness, can some of those people bake! Wow - those were some yummy desserts. Guess I'll be skipping the Haagen Daas tonight. The theme for the group is "Prosper During Separation" and our fearless leader will be focusing, specifically, on 2Corinthians20. I must admit I have not read that chapter but I will tonight.

Our group meets once a month and it includes free (!) childcare (thankyouGod!). They are also looking at the possibility of hosting a Parents' Night Out once a month (again, free) where we can bring the kids for a fun evening with the youth leaders and head out to shop, eat, grab coffee, or simply go home and take a bath without an audience. I was fascinated with the idea of being able to actually shave both legs AND wash my hair...all in 1 shower! It's the simple pleasures in life I suppose.

What a blessing this is to our family. We all truly like our church and I am so incredibly greatful to have found them before the deployment kicked in. And now, to have this group come together to fill a need is just wonderful. I am in awe of how my needs have been being met (well, not ALL of them but we won't go there...) so far during this deployment. Now, if I could just pass some of that support on to my husband. The settling-in period is always tough (or so I am told) at the beginning of a deployment and there are a few...kinks...to be worked out. We'll just leave it at that.

While it was wonderful to be in a room with so many people who are going through the same things and feeling the same loneliness and emptyness, that also brings it home harder in some ways. I'm ok as long as I don't dwell on the deployment and the fact that my soulmate is thousands of miles away from me and our children in some God-forsaken desert somewhere. Hard to do when you're in a roomful of people whose loved ones are also thousands of miles away in the same God-forsaken desert.

When we were at the hangar, saying goodbye to MacGyver, I was doing ok and holding it together just fine until I turned to say something to one of the wives I know. She's a veteran 160th SOAR wife (special operations aviation regiment) - she's been through these goodbyes plenty of times. But when I turn around to say something to her, she has her face buried in her husband's chest and is just sobbing. And he's doing his best to put on a brave face. You can tell by the forced smile he has plastered on his face that he is working really hard at not falling apart as well. Until I saw them, I was doing ok. But if SHE'S falling apart then...oh, my goodness...this is FOR REAL. And that was all she wrote.

It was similar tonight. I thought, at one point, I was going to have to excuse myself from the group and find a corner to just simply sit down in and cry. I'm sure i could have used it. I've managed not to cry very much at all since he left. Not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Oh, what I would give to just have him sitting here, next to me. Sheesh. I thought "therapy" was supposed to help make things better!

On that note...


- hfs


Bourdain in Beirut

I was flipping channels the other night and came across Bourdain in Beirut. I had heard of his show but never actually sat and watched it. Until last night. I caught it about 10 minutes into the show, when he and his crew are scoping out exit strategies. From that point on, I was hooked. He is articulate and his insights into the Lebanese culture and the war between Hezbollah and Israel were fascinating.

The thing that really struck me was his take on the Marines. He discusses it in an interview with the Washington Post:

I can't possibly say enough good things about the U.S. Marine Corps or enough bad things about the embassy and the State Department.


The Marines of the USS Nashville, in a virtually last-minute operation for which they had been neither trained nor experienced, performed brilliantly with a kindness, a thoughtfulness, a sensitivity, a level of efficiency and humanity, sorely missing from what I saw at State and Embassy operations.

Watching the footage of their time on the USS Nashville and the dignity with which the Marines treated their passengers was just a reaffirmation of the belief that I have held for many years: Marines are the best of the best. In every way.

Mr. Bourdain also wrote a piece for Salon.com, titled Watching Beirut Die, though to read the entire article you have to subscribe (you can bypass the subscription by clicking on the sponsor link down the page and watching a short preview of an upcoming CNN special).

In the end we are among the lucky ones. The privileged, the fortunate, the relatively untouched. Unlike the Lebanese Americans who make it out, we don't leave homes and loved ones behind, we will get out and return to business as usual. To unbroken homes, intact families, friends and jobs. After a hideously disorganized cluster fuck at the eventual "assembly point" -- a barely under control mob scene of fainting old people, crying babies, desperate families waving pink and white slips of paper, trying to get the attention of a few understaffed, underprepared and seemingly annoyed embassy personnel in baseball caps and casual clothes -- we are put in the charge of the sailors and Marines of the USS Nashville who've hauled ass from Jordan on short notice to undertake a mission for which they are unrehearsed and inexperienced. Yet they perform brilliantly. The moment we pass through the last checkpoint into their control, all are treated with a kindness and humanity we can scarcely believe. Squared away, efficient, organized and caringly sensitive, the Marines break the crowd into sensibly spaced groups, give them shade and water, lead them single file to an open-ended landing craft at the water's edge. They carry babies, children, heat-stroke victims, luggage. They are soft-spoken, casually friendly. They give out treats and fruit and water. They reassure us with their ease and professionalism.


The last group from the beach is unloaded from the landing craft into the belly of the Nashville, and we're off to Cyprus. Two battleships -- including the USS Cole (emphasis mine - hfs) escorting us. A Lebanon I never got to know, a Beirut I didn't get to show the world disappears slowly over the horizon -- a beautiful dream turned nightmare. It's not what I saw happen in Beirut that I feel like talking about, though that's what I'm doing, isn't it? It's not about what happened to me that remains an unfinished show, a not fully fleshed out story, or even a particularly interesting one. It feels shameful even writing this. It's the story I didn't get to tell. The Beirut I saw for two short days. The possibilities. The hope. Now only a dream.

It is sad to realize that it is not just Americans or Westerners or Israelis who are decimated by terrorist organizations. It is the people of the lands which those organizations hold hostage by their presence and their actions as well.

Helluva show Mr. Bourdain. Helluva show.


- hfs


THIS POST over at The Castle alerted me to our wonderful Congress in action. Absolutely disgusting.

Y'know, it just TORQUES ME RIGHT OFF that the Honorables of this Committee could rummage about and find $160 mil for an unneeded service to cover an embarrassing faux pas by an agency of this government, but, well, there just isn't $7 mil to continue funding research into what is the Signature Injury Of This War.

For a little more background, check out the following:

Durbin Earmark's Defeat No Sign of Reform

Payback time came Aug. 2, when the Defense appropriations bill was debated under management of Stevens as Appropriations subcommittee chairman. Durbin proposed his University of Chicago earmark to improve imaging of traumatic brain injuries. The hook connecting this with Defense was ''adaptation of current technologies to treat brain injuries suffered in combat.'' Durbin had been turned down in Stevens' subcommittee, but he used his access as whip to try again on the floor. The co-sponsor -- Durbin's colleague from Illinois, Barack Obama -- was nowhere to be seen for what ensued.

Brain Dead Appropriations

American soldiers in Iraq have suffered severe brain injuries in proportions unknown in previous wars. Congressional appropriators and Pentagon officials typically say all the right things about ensuring the best treatment possible. But then they produce defense appropriations legislation that halves funding for the Defense and Veterans Brain Injury Center, a joint Pentagon-Veterans Affairs program headquartered at Walter Reed Army Medical Center, from $14 million to $7 million. This is unacceptable. Pentagon officials and congressional appropriators have missed a colossal opportunity to do the right thing.

Center for war-related brain injuries faces budget cut

Congress appears ready to slash funding for the research and treatment of brain injuries caused by bomb blasts, an injury that military scientists describe as a signature wound of the Iraq war.

House and Senate versions of the 2007 Defense appropriation bill contain $7 million for the Defense and Veterans Brain Injury Center — half of what the center received last fiscal year.

Proponents of increased funding say they are shocked to see cuts in the treatment of bomb blast injuries in the midst of a war.

"I find it basically unpardonable that Congress is not going to provide funds to take care of our soldiers and sailors who put their lives on the line for their country," says Martin Foil, a member of the center's board of directors. "It blows my imagination."

Absolutely disgusting. Feel free to jump on the bandwagon. You can track down your own Congresscritter HERE. I've already fired off a letter to my Senator...good ole' "Screw the Military in Order to Fund My Pension" Ted Stevens. Gotta love him. Sorry SOB won't be getting my vote in his next election.

In case you need help drafting your letter, here's mine:

Your Senate subcommittee defeat of the Defense appropriations bill that included funding for traumatic brain injury treatment was reprehensible at best and despeicable at best. To learn that the reasons behind the defeat lead back to political revenge at the expense of our injurred troops is disgusting.

Traumatic brain injuries are the hallmark of the Global War on Terror. IEDs injure more of our soldiers than any other weapon in use today (aside from 747s that fly into buildings). To cut the funding for treatment centers that specialize in Traumatic Brain Injury is doing a disservice to our military members and their families. Need I remind you that one of the largest contributors to the Alaskan economy is the military?

I find it rather ironic that $160 million could be scrounged up so quickly to provide free credit counseling in the face of the missing laptop and financial information yet Congress seems to be unable to find 1/10th of that, in terms of funding for something so critical and vital.

I would strongly encourage you to take another look at the budget and try cutting some pork that is so prevalent and nowhere near as necessary in order to help those who make this country what it is and defend YOUR right to be employed by a government that is free.

Let 'em have it.


- hfs


I can't walk...

Ok, I can walk but there is a lot of muscle pain involved. One of my goals that I set for myself while MacGyver is off playing Army is to get in shape and start exercising on a regular basis.

I used to be in shape. In high school, I swam 5,000-10,000 yards a day on a pretty regular basis. In college, I was an Exercise and Sport Science major so physical activity was a given (I had to do SOMETHING to counteract all of the empty calories from the beer!). And when I started teaching and coaching, I had to be able to keep up with my kids so I stayed in shape then too. Since having my OWN children though, I have not had the time (nor the energy) to stay in shape. If I do get 5 minutes to myself, the LAST thing I want to do is exercise.

So my once-toned arms and legs aren't so toned anymore. And my stamina for all things physical is not what it used to be either. Which could be a problem when MacGyver gets back and we head to Colorado for our 10th anniversary. I'd prefer to do more than suck wind in the hotel while we're there.

I've been doing pushups and situps and leg exercises at home since MacGyver left. But that only goes so far. So Tuesday I decided to load Little Man into the backpack and schlepp him with me while I walked Princess Trouble to school. My original plan was to plop him in the jog stroller and do it that way but the tires on the stroller need to be repaired so into the backpack he went.

Now, Little Man is only 2.5 years old. And he's a string bean. BUT he's still 26+ pounds and I"m all of 115 sopping wet. Added to the pound or two of the backpack, that's about 30 pounds on my petite frame. The distance between my house and Princess Trouble's school is about 1 mile. So 2 miles round trip. The first mile (on the way to school) is at a semi-leisurely pace. Princess Trouble is almost 5 and doesn't understand the concept of keeping up the pace. But it's a good warm up.

Once I drop her off, my pace on the return trip picks up considerably. By the time I round the corner to the street that leads to my house (which has a slight incline), I'm feeling it. But I do my best to keep up the pace on that little hill and even get my arms into the mix to add to the cardio workout. By the time I get home, I'm huffing and puffing and feeling the burn in my legs.

But it's a "good" pain. Yeah, riiiiight. Pain is pain and, though the cause of the pain might be a "good" thing, it's still PAIN.

Now, where is the damn Tylenol?

Seriously though, I like the walk. I like the fact that I'm essentially going on a 2 mile ruck march 3 times per week. I'll like it even more when I start seeing results (like my hiney being back where it belongs and not trying to make friends with the back of my legs!). Next week we skip the shortcuts and make it more like a 2.5 mile round trip.

I should take some "before" pictures so that I will have something to compare to in a year. hmm...


- hfs



I think I've hit the wall

The momentum surrounding the deployment and the send off has worn off. The excitement of sending Princess Trouble to Kindergarten has worn off. Two of my good friends have PCSd from the island and two of my friends have headed back to the mainland for the duration of the deployment (all four within a day of MacGyver's departure...bleh).

And now I'm left with the next 50+ weeks. Yuck. Yuckyuckyuck. I feel like I've hit the wall. At a swim meet if a swimmer is kicking butt in the beginning of the race but all of a sudden drops off and falls behind, it is said that they have "hit the wall". That's how I feel. All of my energy is gone. All of my motivation is gone. Personally speaking, I'd prefer to simply stay in my jammies and hang out on the couch for the next 12 months.

It doesn't help that a lot of my local friends have kind of dropped off the face of the Earth. But they all have their own lives and their own things to deal with so I can't really fault them though it is frustrating. I suppose it is time to really focus in on exercising. I am planning to start working my way back into shape and adding some muscle to my petite frame. MacGyver and I are planning and saving for a trip to Colorado next fall for our 10th anniversary and I'd like to be able to do something besides suck air when we go for hikes. Plus, exercising is free and I will have a car payment here soon so I suppose it's a good idea to focus on the things that don't cost money.

Ugh. Enough with the pity party. There's a slice of Godiva Chocolate cheesecake calling my name in the fridge. Time to go liberate it. And then eat it.


- hfs



Along with being able to define my life with where we were stationed or living at the time, I can define my life based on the cars that we have owned over the years. Each car had a particular feel to it. A memory attached to it.

I was at the local grocery store a few days ago and came across a 1972 Toyota Celica in the parking lot. Aside from the paint being oxidized, it was in good condition. My dad drove a 72 Celica GT when I was a kid. I loved that car.

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It was teal green with white pinstriping and it had mag wheels. The inside smelled like a combination of Lucky Strikes and LifeSavers (my dad always had mints with him). I remember my dad working on it in the garage when I was a kid and I believe he even found a wood screw embedded in one of the pistons. That thing ran really well, even after my dad smacked it into the center divider on the 101 Freeway one day.

The other car we had was a Toyota Corona (don't remember what year) wagon.

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Our was white and had red shag carpet in the back. Mom used it to take the dogs to dog shows. I remember making a trip to Yuma, AZ when I was a kid and I remember planning out all of the toys and such that I would put in the back (car seats weren't required back then) to keep me entertained on the 6 hour trip. I saw one a few years back in SoCal and *almost* left my name and number on the windshield in case the owner wanted to sell it.

My very first car was my mom's '65 Mustang. She had a 289, power steering and power brakes. I loved that car. It was a kickass car. We went everywhere. Down to Santa Monica, to Ed Debevic's, up to Malibu, cruising the roads in the hills above Malibu (great lookout point off Piuma Road, especially right after it rains). It didn't have a/c and the seats were vinyl which could get REALLY HOT on summer days (I worked as a lifeguard) but other than that, she was awesome! But then my parents decided to move, the transmission decided to sieze up, and my parents decided that I would be better off in a newer car. One time, on my way back into town from college, I saw her driving down the road. The guy that owned her at the time wasn't taking very good care of her and she looked pretty beat up.

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Mom and dad then bought me one of the biggest POSs that Ford ever made (though they didn't know it at the time): a 1989 Ford Escort GT.

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Mine was red with grey bumpers. Stick shift with a little annoying light that would blink "SHIFT" at you in order to conserve fuel economy and automatic seat belts that would attack you when you closed the door. Half way through my freshman year in college, the fuel pump started to go out on me - in the middle of rush hour traffic on the 101. THAT was fun. Later on, when MacGyver and I had moved to Colorado, I was roadtripping back to SoCal with a friend and we were driving through Utah into Nevada at dusk. I kept seeing my headlights flicker on and off as reflected in the paint of the car ahead of me. My friend didn't believe me. Then we rounded a corner on the highway and everything went from illuminated to pitch black. So much for the headlights. They came on again after we sat for a while so we kept driving. The whole week that we were in SoCal, they didn't do it. So we start to head back to Colorado and we make it to about Albequerque and it's 2am and OUT go the lights. At this point, we were a group of 3 cars with me and MacGyver's fraternity brothers. None of whom had any CLUE about cars (well, other than MacGyver). So we pull off for a bit. The guys snooze and I panic (I'm good at that). How the HELL are we going to get back to college with no headlights at 2am??? After a little while I decide to check and, lo and behold, they are working again. So we press on. We made it back to school and when I took the car in to have it worked on, the switch for the lights (the electrical components in the dashboard) had MELTED. Seems this was a known problem for my wonderful POS. Later on, the car would get REALLY good at draining a battery without even being ON. I sold it and started driving MacGyver's cars (we won't go into all of the cars he has had since I have known him. There isn't enough space on this blog nor do I have enough time to detail all of them. There have been at least THIRTEEN since I have known him).

I also had a wonderful 99 Honda Civic at one point.

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Loved that car. Hondas are like Toyotas - they run forever. It was a stick shift and quick. Got great gas mileage and ran like a top. Throw studded tires on it and it handled like a champ on the ice in Alaska too. The only problem was that it was a 2 door and getting Princess Trouble and her carry seat in and out when she was a baby was a major PITA. So, sadly, I gave it up.

But I got a kickass Pathfinder and she has been great.

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175K+ miles on her and the worst thing that has been wrong is a bad alternator and a leaky exhaust manifold. She towed us from Alaska to Alabama across the continental divide, through the midwest, and into the south in the late summer with no problems whatsoever. She's taken us camping. She's the quintessential beach car (plenty of room for gear and for cleaning and dressing the kids at the end of the day along with good a/c) and I love her.

And now I have a new love.

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Buying a new car goes against everything I learned from Dave Ramsey but Dave doesn't have to deal with HIS mechanic being deployed for a year. The peace of mind that was purchased along with this car is invaluable. I'm willing to go without cable or new clothes if it means that I don't have to worry about my car breaking down on me as I'm rushing to pick up my kids from school or day care.

And I got a helluva deal. $1000 over dealer cost and well below invoice. Free accessories, extended warranty, awesome interest rate. She's quick. She's nimble. She smells like a new car. The kids love the sunroof (I'm pretty fond of it too) and the fact that they can FEEL the a/c in the backseat.

Now I just need to come up with a name for her. The Civic that we have is "Stanley".

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The Pathfinder doesn't have a name. Maybe I should come up with one.

I'm off to put down my new floormats and slip the seat cover on the backseat. And then I may load the kids in the car and go for a drive...


- hfs


First Care Package

My friend Jen mentioned reading a list of firsts regarding deployments:

1. The first week
2. The first month
3. 100 Days
4. The halfway point
5. R&R, whenever that may be
6. 265 days gone by, and we turn into "double-digit midgets" since the time remaining is under 100 days
7. 300 days gone by
8. The point where we are informed that we should no longer send mail downrange
9. A forward group of soldiers from our unit redeploys home
10. The advanced group for the replacements arrive
11. The main group of the replacements arrive
12. After a short overlapping period, redeployment begins in earnest

Somewhere in there should be the "First Care Package" as well. We've done the first week and we're heading toward the second half of the first month. MacGyver is "safely in Iraq" (THERE's an oxymoron) and sent me his mailing address so I stayed up late last night packing up the wonderful "Flat Rate Boxes" that the United States Postal Service offers and sitting on top of them to be able to tape them shut (wanted to get every penny's worth out of my $8+) and then headed down to the post office this morning to send them off.

I won't list the contents here because there are a few small surprises inside and MacGyver occasionally reads my blog but needless to say, I kind of enjoyed prepping for this care package. It was bittersweet but worth it.

MacGyver's deployment is a lot different that either of his brothers' deployments (both are Army as well. One did a rotation in Iraq in 2003 and one just got back from Afghanistan). Neither of them were able to "enjoy" the conveniences afforded to MacGyver at this point. I don't have to worry about whether MacGyver has shampoo, Gold Bond powder, or bug spray. The PX where he is should have the basic necessities in life. Which leaves me time to focus on the love. The day after MacGyver left, Princess Trouble was at her desk, churning out pieces of artwork left and right. There is a decent collection of drawings, pictures (complete with frames), and other assorted creations by both children in the boxes. We took a trip to the commissary and picked up a few of MacGyver's favorite treats to put in as well. And I slipped in a creation of my own that I'll tell you all about once he gets the boxes.

It's tough deciding what to put in though. How do you convey your love across thousands of miles? How do you put a hug and a kiss in a box? Since I no longer need to worry about whether he has enough to eat or if he's comfortable, clean, etc. I worry about whether he can feel our love from so far away. I worry about how to include him in our daily life. I don't want our lives to move on without him yet there really is no choice so the challenge is to find a way to include him in it in some capacity.

If I could find a way to slip inside one of those boxes somehow, I would. And the inability to do so today almost made me cry. Some days are better than others. And some days, I would give just about anything to feel his arms around me, even for a moment.

So babe, there are several boxes on their way to you. You may not be able to see it with your eyes but I hope you feel the love that is in each box. We love you and we miss you. Stay safe.


- hfs


Good news about the deficit? *GASP*

Say it ain't so!!!

"Even with the extraordinary circumstances of the past year — including Hurricane Katrina and the ongoing War on Terror — we're seeing the deficit fall," said House Budget Committee Chairman Jim Nussle, R-Iowa. "Thanks to pro-growth policies and a responsible budget blueprint, we're on the right track, but we've got to remain diligent."

Democrats said a $260 billion deficit is nothing to crow about.

"The deficit for this year will be the sixth largest in history, and will stand a long way from the $236 billion surplus recorded in 2000, the last year of the Clinton Administration," said top House Budget Committee Democrat John Spratt Jr. of South Carolina.

Hmm...is the glass half empty or half full? I guess it depends on how you look at it.


- hfs


One week.

Time flies when you're having fun, I suppose.


I find it hard to believe that it's been a week. It seems like he left yesterday. If I'm lucky the next 51 or so will go by as quickly AND as uneventfully. Please, God.

Nothing new going on here today. I posted pictures of the kids on their blog so head on over if you're interested.

I did come home to find something pretty sitting on my doorstep that made me smile...

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It's so nice to have friends that love you! Thanks D! I needed that today :)


- hfs


MacGyver isn't the only person I know who is in Iraq at the moment. A friend of ours from college is with a brigade out of Fort Lewis and sent these pictures to me.

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I'm sure sandstorm pictures are becoming old hat these days but they are interesting to me. Looks like something out of "Star Wars".


- hfs


Common Sense Ain't So Common Anymore

As evidence, I present the letter I have written to the Hospital Commander here (and that includes a cc to the Garrison Commander, the Patient Advocate, the post paper, and the Army Family Action Planning committee:

August 1, 2006

Schofield Barracks, HI XXXXX

FROM: HomefrontSix

RE: Radiology Department regulations with regard to children

Dear Colonel,

I am writing to bring your attention to a policy in the Radiology Department that I believe is impractical and unfair. My son came down with a high fever on the night of July 31st, 2006. I was able to get a same-day appointment with Dr. XXXXXX on August 1, 2006. Based on my son’s symptoms, he ordered an immediate chest x-ray to rule out pneumonia. When I arrived at the Radiology Department, I was informed that my son would NOT be able to receive the x-rays that the doctor deemed necessary because I also had my 4 year old daughter with me at the time.

I was told that I needed to secure child care for her and return to the Radiology Department once I had done so. In the mean time, my son was refused treatment.

I understand the reasoning and logic behind a policy such as this but, given the fact that a large portion of the soldiers at Schofield Barracks - my husband included - are currently deployed to the Middle East, this policy is impractical and irresponsible. Had my son actually had pneumonia, the doctor would have been unable to diagnose him and treat him because I was unable to have the x-ray performed. The Radiology Department and the health clinic need to have contingencies in place for situations such as this.

Had this been a routine or non-urgent matter, I would have secured child care for my daughter in advance either through the ASYMCA’s Children’s Waiting Room or at the CDC. However, my son’s illness came on suddenly and I did not have time nor did I have the ability to secure child care for my daughter. I also did not have a crystal ball to tell me that it would have been necessary as I did not know that the doctor would deem a chest x-ray necessary at the time.

It would have been so easy for one of the Radiology Department staff members to simply sit with my daughter for the 5 minutes that it took for my son’s x-rays to be completed. However, I was dismissed with the statement that the department’s policy is unbendable. This is unacceptable and irresponsible. What if this had been a life or death situation? Would my son have been denied care because I had no one to look after my 4 year old daughter for 5 minutes while her father is deployed to a war zone? How is that justifiable?

There needs to be some kind of contingency set up for situations such as this. Thankfully, a nurse from the Family Practice Clinic was able to accompany us and sit with my daughter so my son could be x-rayed. And thankfully he does not have pneumonia. However, had we been unable to find someone WILLING to help us, we would not know that he does not have pneumonia.

I look forward to hearing your thoughts on this matter. You may reach me at the phone number or e-mail address listed below.



Again, don't piss the red head off.


- hfs

Sunrise, sunset

MacGyver sent this to me today. It's a picture of sunrise where he is. Got it about the time the sun was setting here. Beautiful. Nice way to end the day.

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- hfs


Border Agents Let Fake IDs Go Through

First off, this scares the crap out of me. It's bad enough that we do not have a secure border in the first place and that there are massive areas of both our northern and southern borders that are completely unpatrolled. But the fact that some agents are letting those with fake documents through is scary.

Then there is this:

Homeland Security spokesman Jarrod Agen said agents are trained to identify false birth certificates, driver's licenses and other documents. But he conceded that agents sometimes cannot verify more than 8,000 different kinds of currently acceptable IDs without significantly slowing border traffic.

Um...WHY on Earth are there eight thousand different kinds of acceptable IDs? You want to come into this country THAT badly? Get a passport. Nothing else. Just a passport. Why do we need eight thousand different types of IDs that enable people to enter this country?? There is absolutely NO need for that.


PERIOD. Simple is a GOOD thing. Less is more. Good grief.


- hfs


One more picture

from "deployment day"...

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*sigh* I didn't know it was possible to miss someone this much. He's so handsome!


- hfs


Why doesn't Baskin Robbins deliver?

Why is the state of Hawaii incapable of constructing a parking lot that makes sense?

Why do door-to-door salespeople NOT understand the meaning of the words, "no, thank you. I'm not interested."

Why do the kids always seem to get sick at THE most inopportune time? And why does it seem to coincide with my PMS?

Why is it that my childrens' talk AND whine buttons are linked together and stuck in the "ON" position?

Why are the aisles at WalMart NOT big enough to fit 2 carts down at the same time? And why are all of the school supplies crammed in to the 2 smallest aisles? And WHY is it necessary to bring the entire extended family shopping for school supplies at 6pm on a Monday evening???

And why is it NOT legal to shoot stupid people?

Is it Friday yet? Calgon...take me away! Somebody stop this planet. I want OFF.


- hfs


Wrote this six years ago. Nothing's changed.  One of my favorite movies is 'Bull Durham'. And one of my favorite scenes in ...