6.28.2010

Summertime, and the livin's easy...

Yep, still here. Enjoying summer as much as possible, actually. Right now we're home on a 48-hour recouperation mission. Spent 3 days camping out at the beach this past weekend and we're heading back out to do the same here shortly. It's been entirely too much fun and I've eaten entirely too many roasted marshmallows, if that's possible.


Soon, I get to go pick up Chuck and his family from the airport and deposit them at their temporary lodging location. They are moving here (!) and we are so excited to have them on island! Should be interesting...heh.


After that, my mom and my godmother arrive for a visit. We've lived on this island for 5+ years and they are finally getting around to gracing us with their presence. We are all excited to see them - should be fun tagging along with them as they take in the sights.


The rest of our summer seems to be filling up with hiking, swimming lessons, soccer practice, Vacation Bible School, days at the beach (yay for jet skis and boats with innertubes and water skis!), BBQs, and the like. Not a bad way to live, if you ask me. The rest of our lives still hangs in limbo but our summertime activities do a lot to distract us from that fact.


Once I find my card-reader, I will download pictures from our latest hike and from our beach excursions. Hope things are well with you all!


In the meantime, we continue to pray for everyone in MacGyver's company and the Brigade as they begin to make their way home over the next few weeks. We're hoping to be here to welcome them home.





Pau.




- hfs

6.20.2010

Father's Day 2010

This weekend, like most others, is packed so I am reposting last year's Father's Day post. Every word of it holds true today. I am grateful to have had 36 years with my Dad and I am also grateful that my children have a wonderful father like I did.

Happy Father's Day to all of the dads out there - the ones linked by DNA and the ones that stepped up when they were needed, even if there was no DNA involved. And hugs to those missing their Dads this year.




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Lex has a post up this weekend that sums up, better than I could with my own words, a lot of what I'm feeling. Father's Day has never been tough for me until this year.


I miss him.


I really only have 1 picture of the two of us together at the moment - he was the family photographer. I'm sure my mom has a few more. Most of the images I have of my Dad are in my mind. Like Lex's dad, my father was older when I was born. He had just turned 44. This was his second marriage and he had two sons from his first. So I was Daddy's Girl. A position that I reveled in until I hit puberty and then I shunned that status. What a fool I was.


My family jokes that my father didn't know everything about anything but knew something about everything. And he did. He and MacGyver are alike in many ways - they say we often tend to marry our fathers and I definitely did. Good with his hands - he could fix just about anything. Usually it was in an unorthodox way - a product of his Depression-era upbringing more than likely. He was much more inclined to use something that he had laying around the house than he was to go buy whatever it was he needed. The shower curtain rings in the guest bathroom at my parents' house are evidence of that.


He was a woodworker and built furniture. Beautiful furniture that I am looking forward to inheriting when the time comes. And his furniture was substantial. We used to joke that, should a hurricane or earthquake strike, the house may crumble but the furniture would stand. The safest place was under a table he built.


He passed on to me his love of architecture and beautiful lines. One of my favorite places - a place that reminds me so much of him - is the Gamble House. I never had the chance to take him but I know he would have loved it.


And he was tough. Obviously I didn't come to know him until he was older but anyone who can beat off lung cancer, having a lung removed, open heart surgery following that, all sorts of bypass surgeries, and then stave off bladder cancer for years had to have one heck of a constitution.


Because he was older, we didn't do the "typical" father/child activities. In addition to being older than my friends' dads, he worked in a job that required him to travel a lot. The Middle East was a part of my life long before it came in to the national spotlight. The fact that my father traveled to the United Arab Emirates, Iran (before the fall of the Shah and the revolution), Saudi Arabia...it was normal for me. Like I said, I married my father because MacGyver gets to go to those places as well. But Daddy was gone a lot - a fact that really helped to strengthen my relationship with my mother and inspire my love of Mac and Cheese for dinner (traditional first meal after Daddy left on a business trip).


But we didn't go to baseball games or Father/Daughter dances. Instead, we spent large amounts of time in the garage - building things, fixing things, working on cars. When I was a kid, he tore apart (and put back together) the engine on our 1972 Toyota Celica GT. Fun times! I knew more about socket wrenches, pistons, carbuerators, and shocks than just about any kid I knew. And I wore it like a badge of honor.


I still do.


I am blessed. Even though he was 44 when I was born, he lived to be 80 years old. He was able to walk me down the aisle, meet both of my children, and live a full life.


And for that, I am grateful. I miss you Daddy. Happy Father's Day. Thank you.




Pau.




- hfs

6.19.2010

Army Ball pictures

I was reminded today (thanks, Pogue!) that I had promised pictures from Army Ball. Here are the two (out of 500+) that were taken that night that I deem appropriate.


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Me and MacGyver. We clean up pretty well. And this dress is one of my favorites - for a variety of reasons...not the least of which is that this was a Thrift Store find for $8.99!




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Some of my favorite people. The majority of the people I was with have loved ones currently deployed. MacGyver was the "male chaperone" of the evening - he showed up with seven women! Lucky man!




All in all, it was a wonderful evening, though bittersweet. More than likely this was our last Army ball and that makes me sad. Even though I'm quite a tomboy at heart, I love to get dressed up (and see my man dressed up) and spend the evening dancing and having a blast with wonderful friends. And you can't beat a room full of good looking men in uniform! I will miss it.


Still no news. While we wait for word, we are exploring civilian employment options (basically, anything with "CH-47" in the job description gets a resume thrown at it) and that is looking cautiously promising. I don't want to get my hopes up too high - I've had them crushed more often than I care to count lately - but the situation does not look to be as dire as we had feared. But, until things are settled with the Army, we remain in limbo. Which is ok.


In an unrelated conversation, I was remarking to a friend that I was content to wait for something (don't remember what it was that was being discussed) and that I am can be patient when necessary. And then I laughed - just as those of you who know me in real life are probably laughing right now! But it's true - if I've learned anything in the past year of my life, it's how to be patient. And that is no small feat!


Right now, my biggest hope is that we are able to remain on island to see MacGyver's fellow Hookers make it back from the Sandbox. We saw them off. We'd like to welcome them home.


In the meantime, we wait and we pray. There is still hope that a decision will be made that allows us to remain a military family. It's unlikely but still possible.




Pau.




- hfs

6.11.2010

Back to waiting

Nothing new to report. We are back to waiting which, surprisingly (for those that know me in real life) I am getting to be decent at. Who would have thought?


I have no idea when to expect news on the next step in this process. Maybe a week? Two? Who knows? So life goes on.


I will say this...when all is said and done, I might have a career in the contract aviation headhunting world. There's a niche for you.


Tomorrow night is Army Ball. An excuse to get all dolled up and forget about worries for a few hours. My dress is awesome (on a variety of levels, not the least of which being the fact that I bought it at a thrift store for less than $10) and my friends are going to do my hair. MacGyver will be resplendent in his dress blues. I love a man in uniform! I'll post pictures when I recover.


And, as if everything that has been going on in my life wasn't enough, I'm giving my testimony at church on Sunday. Because *that* isn't going to be emotionally exhausting. Eesh. And then, next week, I'm watching a friend's 2 year old while she's at training for the Guard. Fun times! I need a vacation just thinking about it!




Pau.




- hfs

Friday

Friday is a big day. Not huge but big. Another step in this process that's been weighing on us for the past year. If any of you could spare some prayers, that would be wonderful. A miracle would be great too. But beggars can't be choosers.

Currently, I'm clinging to the following:

Philippians 4:6-7

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.


Romans 8:28

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.


Nahum 1:7

The LORD is good, a refuge in times of trouble. He cares for those who trust in him.



I am blessed to be surrounded by incredible friends and family - online and in real life. Thank you all for being there for me and for us. It's not over yet and there IS still room for a miracle and yet, even if that miracle doesn't come, that's ok.


Right now, it's just time to remember to breathe.




Pau.




- hfs