February 27, 2015

Stand By Your Blog

The internet is a rough place. If the internet doesn’t like something you say, it can destroy you. I’ve seen it happen in real time. People attribute it to the way the internet is broad, anonymous, impersonal, and reactionary. That’s all probably true.

Also, people are stupid.

Obviously, I’ve got experience talking about things that various groups might consider controversial, as a rule. See here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here. Oh, and here. And those are just some posts on THIS blog, not counting the other sites I‘ve contributed to over the years. Also, twitter and facebook.

I don’t do it all the time, or all that often. I don’t have the stamina for that. But sometimes I feel like something needs to be said. And I would be lying if I pretended that, every single one of those times, I didn’t hesitate to click “publish.” Of course I did. You can’t open some boxes without expecting hell to come pouring out. But sometimes, the compulsion to say something has to override the fear of consequences. Andrew Breitbart called it “walking towards the fire.” There are times when something has to be called out. It takes courage, even on the anonymous, impersonal internet, to take a stand and stick to your guns. Stand by your blog and stand up for yourself http://www.meandmysoldierman.com/2015/02/stand-by-your-blog.html

February 25, 2015

What I Would Say… Wednesday

The wheels are grinding to a halt around here, I realize. I get ideas for posts all the time, of course. But the only time I feel justified writing is when Baby G is napping, and right now I have to use that time for phone calls, exercise, bathing, eating….this new “crawling everywhere and climbing everything when Momma’s not looking” world is quite the trip.

Anyway, if I did sit down and intentionally write my desired three posts a week, I would say things like…

- I’m really enjoying my new InkWell planner. There are things about the Erin Condren that I still prefer, but overall, I think I’m a believer.

- I’m really going to miss our church here

- Baby G is literally trying to climb the walls and the dogs and everything and if I make it through this without a heart attack it will be a miracle

February 18, 2015

Tombstone, AZ - The Town Too Tough To Die (And The Thing on I-10)

One of the things we like to do when my family comes to see us (or any visitors, hint hint) is use the visit as an excuse to be tourists where we live. Since they were here for the long weekend, we decided it would be a great time to finally visit historic Tombstone, which is near Ft. Huachuca.

Me and My SoldierMan: Tombstone, AZ - The Town Too Tough to Die, and The Thing on I-10

We figured the tourist crowds would be there over Saturday-Sunday-Monday, because of the holiday weekend, and Tombstone was having special events those days. Since SoldierMan had a 4-day, we decided to go on Friday. Our plan worked, the place was definitely not crowded.

Me and My SoldierMan: Tombstone, AZ - The Town Too Tough to Die, and The Thing on I-10

It’s a cute place, with random historical reenacters meandering around the streets and little shops selling t-shirts, homemade fudge, leather goods, and magnets. (Where did I put my souvenir magnet?) There were paid attractions, of course. Several gunfight reenactments. We only went to the OK Corral one, which was good. Baby G even enjoyed it.

Me and My SoldierMan: Tombstone, AZ - The Town Too Tough to Die, and The Thing on I-10

After a few hours of walking around outside we were ready to call it a day. I wish we had done maybe one more show, there was a “comedy stunt show” that looked interesting. Also several museums that sounded good. Plus, I think we would have enjoyed going on the actual weekend during the special event days. It was still neat and I’m glad we went. But if you go, I’d recommend going on days where there is more going on. Even if there might be tourists.

Me and My SoldierMan: Tombstone, AZ - The Town Too Tough to Die, and The Thing on I-10

Oh! Oh! This was really exciting. On our way back home, we passed by The Thing, on I-10. If you haven’t heard of The Thing, there’s this gas station in the middle of nowhere, between Benson, AZ and the rest of the United States. In the gas station, there’s a Dairy Queen. Behind the Dairy Queen, is The Thing. There are signs advertising The Thing for ten miles in both directions of I-10. I’ve driven past those signs probably a half-dozen times in the last 4 years. I’ve always wanted to stop and see The Thing, but never had a good chance to do it.

This time, we stopped! It costs $1 per person (Baby G was free) and you go into a building behind the gas station to see The Thing. Without a doubt, it was my favorite $1 spent that day. I can’t really describe The Thing, but suffice it to say, it made my whole day to get to finally see it! I now feel like I can leave the Southwest fulfilled.

(No one else in the group was quite as thrilled as I was. For perspective.)

February 16, 2015

Baby G’s Baby Dedication

Yesterday we had Baby G’s dedication at our church.Me and My SoldierMan: Baby G's Dedication

8 months is kind of a long time to put it off, but when she was newborn we were PCSing and then after we moved here we had to first even find a church, then we joined, then Christmas, and finally it worked out that we could schedule it on a weekend my parents could be in town to be with us.

Me and My SoldierMan: Baby G's Dedication

It meant a lot that the pastor and the church wanted to do this for us. Part of the baby dedication ceremony is not only the parents publicly committing to raising the child in a manner which points the child to Christ, but also the church corporately (by acclamation) commits to supporting the family in whatever means necessary to make that happen.

Baby G was in true form. She talked and clapped and laughed throughout the entire thing. She had the charm on full-blast. When the pastor talked about the meaning of her name, he was moved to tears – his daughter, as it happens, has the same name.

It makes it a little weird to do her baby dedication knowing that we’ll be leaving in a couple of months, but the pastor knew that, and we told the church that this morning. Of course, it made no difference. They’re used to military families and our transitory lifestyle. And they want to support us just the same. I’m really going to miss this church.

Me and My SoldierMan: Baby G's Dedication

I’m so thankful we finally got to have Baby G’s formal dedication. Of course, we’d still be her parents and we’d still make the same parenting choices even if we lived on a deserted island and never got the chance to have a ceremony, just like we would still be married if we only went to the courthouse and signed the certificate without having our formal wedding. But also in the same way, being able to publicly join together with the Church to commit to raising Baby G under God’s guidance is a blessing and accountability. Better late than never.