Monday, February 27, 2006

All Dressed Up


Years ago Bo had some buddies over to the house. They began chasing each other around with toy guns that shot little disks. They were jumping and diving and being loud - I loved it. Big boys romping in the house just makes me laugh. Something else that makes me smile is big girls getting ready for a night on the town. Friday night Jesse's friends met at the house to go to dinner and a play. They were all dressed up or getting that way - changing clothes, putting on make-up, etc. It was fun to watch their excitement. I made them line up to take a picture. Jesse remarked that it was like prom night without the dates.

Just an Athlete

I like Bode Miller. I enjoy watching him ski. It does not bother me that he did not get a medal. He is entertaining. He is not my hero – he is an athlete. I don’t think he deserves the bashing he is getting from the MSM. I think the press is a bunch of manipulating liars trying to get a jump on the "Big Story". When that does not go their way, they have to bash someone making them the big story anyway they can. I am tired of TV people telling me whom I am suppose to like and whom not to like. The NBC sports coverage of the Olympics was like a bunch of old biddies trying to stir up gossip at every chance. Why would anyone listen to them?

The MSM seemed to want to make Bode into a hero, but he did not play their game. Bode is a skier, an athlete, a young man, but not necessarily a hero. The MSM would not know a hero if it bit them in the butt.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

Another oneliner

This conversation took place this morning at Denny's. Toby was talking this time and telling us about work. He told us how his new cubicle had a special shelf for his computer keyboard that pulled out from under his desk. He told us that he had to lower his chair as far as it would go in order to reach the keyboard comfortably. Later in the day, he came into his cubicle forgetting that the chair was so low and practically fell into the chair nearly toppling it over (he did this elaborate swinging of his arms and falling backwards during this part of the conversation). Of course, Jesse and I laughed at his story. Then Jesse said, "Now you know how we feel when you leave the toilet seat up at night."

Friday, February 24, 2006

Dinner Table Conversation

This is a conversation that took place while eating dinner. It was all said very deadpan - matter of factly with slight pauses between sentences for eating purposes.

Jesse: My boss's brother came into work today. He was a moron. I can't believe he is even realated to her. He may be out of work right now. He was there to help out. He had a younger guy with him also. I think he liked me.

Toby's head came up at this point, and he said: What makes you think that?

Jesse: He was a moron too.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Ranting Errors


In my ranting today, I made several spelling errors and who knows what other grammatical mistakes - please overlook. Maybe I will post a picture to make up for the mistakes.

The Magic Age

What is the magic age and who are the infamous "They" that get to make up the rules of age? Who gets to decide that you can have sex at this age, get married at that age, vote at this age, drink at that age? You get to be an adult at 21 – sometimes at 18 depending on what it is you want to do. Why don’t "They" come up with an age between 21 and 18 to encompass all adult rules? You can start school at 6 and should be reading before your 7 (there is an exception for boys who play sports). Who says a 16 year-old is ready to drive responsibly in traffic after taking a fifteen-minute driving test? And why do people go along with these "rules of age" as if they were set in stone and made perfect sense?

Yesterday I encountered an "age rule" that sent me over the edge while trying to join the Simmons Center (gym/fitness center) under the corporate family plan. At first the SC said that parents and their children living at home could join for a certain rate. Then the lady added, "Well, your children have to be 22 or younger and living at home." Being honest, I explained that Jesse was 23 and living at home. I asked if they could make an exception since I did not have several kids in my family; only one, and she was still living at home. This is what the lady said next, "Well, ‘They’ made these rules thinking that most people would be out of school and living on their own by 23." Hmm, if 23 is the magic age, maybe I should kick her out. "They" should know best (whoever the heck "they" are).

I really hate it when someone tells me what I should do with my child. No matter what her age, she is still mine. I understand that there needs to be rules and laws, but I am not so sure they should be set in stone. I want people to think outside the box – to realize that not all of us are the same. This is truly a bigger problem than you realize. It effects society in all sorts of ways. Parents have given up their right to make decisions for their own children. My cousin from another state told me that they have curfew laws saying that her 16 year-old cannot drive after a certain time. Really! Why? If your kid is being responsible and obedient to you, why should the government make this decision for you? Why can’t parents make that decision? Some parents cannot control their kids, so a law is passed controlling the rest of us. I could really rant on this one. Can you tell that this silly little incident really set me off? I will stop because I am beginning to sound like Andy Rooney.

By the way, I really like my kids. God gave them to me and my husband to protect and raise for Him. Jesse will probably live with us until someone comes along that can love and protect her as well as Toby and I can. If that is being over-protective and does not meat the "norm" - too bad!

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

CO picture



Jesse and her buddy Lindsay always have a great time.

Anniversary

Today is my anniversary. I have now been blogging for one year. I went back and read my first blog which is nothing too exciting. After having a bad chat room experience, I wanted to try blogging, but I had some fears. I think I have overcome some of those fears. Having odd people write odd things in my comment section is not great, but not so bad either. The fear of those negative comments has made me very cautious in what I write. But the truth is who really cares what I think. My little brother says he likes it when I write funny stories about Jesse – keeping things light and happy. My big brother does not really read my blog because he is just so different – liberal, unbeliever, lawyer (bless his little heart). My baby sister reads my blog – I am not sure what she thinks, but she loves me. Mom reads my blog now that we have her online – that definitely keeps me in line. It always surprises me when someone says they read my blog, and yes, it makes me consider my audience. I’d like to overcome the fear of man – write more seriously about more serious subjects (yeah right). I guess I am just a lot like my little brother. Keeping things fun and light is just more me. Every now and then, something really irritates me – makes me want to fight. Blogging is a great way to express those feelings. It is also a great way to stay in touch with people. In the future, I would like to fix up my site, be more proficient, more professional.

My second posting last year, was about getting a bottle baby (calf). Now that is something I miss, but with the extreme cold right now, it is probably a good thing I have no babies. Cold weather is hard on bottle babies. Reading about "the Bambina" makes me long for spring. It also reminds me of all that we need to do to finish this house. It was about this time last year that we bought this 75 acres. We didn’t really start building until March – now there are some funny stories – the three stooges build a house. Yep, this blogging thing has been fun. I think I will stick with it for a while longer.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Smart Cat

Good Morning America had a segment yesterday concerning clean ice at fast food places. It seems that a young girl did a science project where she took ice from several ice machines at fast food chains in FL. She also took water samples from the toilets of the same places. Apparently, she did some sort of test on the water that proved that the ice was dirtier than the toilet water. Then GMA had some expert say that of course the toilet water was cleaner - it came from city water. But the inside of the ice machine is often touched by hands, therefore it is not always clean. Hmmm, was this guy saying that putting a human hand inside an ice machine is dirtier than what humans put in toilets? My other question is where does the water come from that makes the ice? Wouldn't it also come from city water supplies? I am just not buying into this. I can understand how the ice machine might be dirty and therefore put out bacteria in the ice, but I cannot understand how it would be worse than toilet water. Someone explain.

After discussing this with Jesse, she commented that our cat, Felina, must be a smart cat because she chooses to drink out of the toilet rather than the dog's bowl.

Monday, February 20, 2006

Long Weekend

It has been just pretty darn cold in OK this weekend. Due to the ice and cold, we were stuck in the house much of the weekend. Saturday we went to town to buy horse feed and make a run to Wal Mart. Toby is a great driver – he has driven all over Northern NM and Southern CO in snow and ice without any problemas. Me, one winter I slid off the road and down into the trees between RR and Questa. It is a helpless feeling and just scary. In NM, we used to complain about Texas and Okie drivers not knowing how to drive in snow and ice – now I live amongst those drivers. Although Toby drove to town, I was a little nervous. I had just finished telling him that my hiking boots were great for hiking, but not worth a darn on ice, as I stepped out of the truck in the Wal Mart parking lot and landed on my bottom. Don’t worry; I don’t have far to fall, and I am well padded. I am also quick to jump up so that no one sees me rolling around.

Being cooped up in the house made for some quality time together. Thank goodness I had a Baldacci book to read. We also played a few games of farkle and ate a few bowls of popcorn. Being bored tends to make you hungry – so we ate. Toby wanted enchiladas – not exactally on my diet, but who cares on a snowy weekend. Jesse made peanut butter cookies - great. Since OK does not have enough snow to do some cross country skiing and work off all that good cooking, we just watched the Olympics. Jesse finished her quilt that she had been working on for a while now. I was able to get some work done on my upcoming high school reunion. It is funny that Toby can work in an office all day long, but being stuck at home on the weekend makes him a little cagey. I was glad when he went off to work this morning (Halliburton does not celebrate President's Day and they don't have a VP's Day). I am ready for the weather to warm up and things to be back to normal – whatever that is.

Once again, I made myself crazy watching ABC News. They ran a segment about a man in Iraq who used to be "the happiest man in Iraq." Now he is "not so happy" because apparently he does not get as much electricity, does not make as much money, and his son is blind in one eye due to an IED. I am not sure what ABC's point was - does the man want to go back to a cruel dictatorship? Maybe his wife and daughter had never been raped or none of his family had ever been imprisoned for their beliefs...I don't know. Why was this even on the news?

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Conotation

I have been watching ABC News again. When referring to the VP's hunting accident, they used the words "gun shot" wound. It seems to me that they should use the word "shotgun" wound instead. The images in my mind are totally different depending on which terminolgy you use. You could get really technical and use the term "birdshot" since that is what was being hunted and probably used. Of course, the terms "ratshot" or "snakeshot" could be used, since the pellets are about the same, and after all, the guy was a lawyer. "Buckshot" is another term that could be used. It sounds better, but may not be technically correct. Does this bother anyone else?

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Home Again

After driving straight through from Northern NM and dropping Mom off in WF, I got home about midnight Thursday. It was good to step into my little home which was clean and neat (must have been the cleaning fairy or a good daughter). The house smelled of garlic - a tell tale sign that not only did Jesse clean the house, she cooked Italian for her father. I also noticed a pan of brownies - the cat was away and the mice ate well. The next morning Jesse filled me in on all the happenings while I was away. She had been to Wal Mart and seen a friend of mine who had asked, "Do you and your dad just snack while your mom is gone?" Jesse replied, "Heck no! Mom is always on a diet; we eat good stuff when she is gone." Jesse had also bought good stuff for Friday night so that I did not have to cook - porkchops with some sort of new sauce, Southwestern sweetpotatoes, and aspargus. It is always great to have her try out new recipes on us, but not always so good on my diet. It is good to be home.

This morning Jesse and I messed with the image thing on the computer. I have a program that I downloaded (thanks to Buck) that is suppose to help with sizing. We have some other things we are going to try too. Expect more pictures in the future.

Image Trials

Friday, February 17, 2006

A Great Story

Aunt Dottie’s memorial service yesterday in Red River, NM, was just perfect. The church was full of town folk and police officers from all over the state. The family opened the mic for people to be able to share a few words about Dottie. What was really so great was that with each speaker, each story, Dottie’s personality and life was just brought out in a way that any one speaker could not have done alone. Her ability as a clerk/office administrator and police dispatcher was a main focus. Her calmness in crisis situations, her laughter, her love for wayward boys was brought out with each story – and none of the speeches were planned ahead of time. Different police officers spoke (men I had grown up with) how Dottie was so efficient, so wonderful to work with – one guy said she became known in NM as the "lady who could get things done." But the best story came from Jerry, the town marshal. His story just said it all.

Jerry started out by saying a few nice things about Dottie, but then he said, "She was my protector." He then went on to tell his story. Jerry grew up in RR and got a job as animal control which put him under Dottie’s care. He went on to become a police officer. With very little experience and less than a year out of the academy, he and Dottie were in the office when they got a dispatch. Dottie handed the memo to Jerry saying, "You better read this." Jerry said the memo mentioned a homicide, two suspects, driving a black Monte Carlo, license plate…Jokingly, he told Dottie, "Well, I guess I better get out there and find these guys" and he went out to do his regular patrol. As he was pulling out of the parking lot at Town Hall onto Main Street in RR, a black Monte Carlo, license plates… drove by. Jerry checked it against the dispatch and called Dottie on the radio. His heart just sank knowing that he was the only police officer on duty and knowing what he needed to do. He told Dottie that he was going to follow the car to the edge of town before he engaged them and to get him some back up. He said he quietly followed the Monte Carlo to the edge of town, hit his lights, and put his bumper on their bumper to show that he meant business. He got the driver out of the Monte Carlo and put him in the patrol car. He was about to get the other suspect when he heard the siren. He said relief just flooded his body knowing that backup was on its way. Then when he looked up to see the lights flashing, siren roaring it was not another police car, but it was the town ambulance - with the town manager and the fire marshal driving the ambulance. Jerry said he never felt so happy to see somebody. Dottie had not been able to find another patrolman anywhere close by, but she knew what Jerry needed and met that need the best she could.

I thought that was such a great story. It just exemplified Dottie. It was just so perfect to see these men in their uniforms, quiet and dignified, tears in their eyes, telling how much they loved Dottie, how much she meant to them, how she had trained them, and how she had loved them.

Monday, February 13, 2006

Dottie

My scattered thoughts became more scattered today with the news of the death of my Aunt Dottie. Aunt Dottie was not actually my aunt, but as kids we were not allowed to call our elders by their first name. Sometimes, we were too close to them to call them Mrs. Soandso, therefore we called them aunt or uncle. That is the case with Aunt Dottie. Aunt Dottie had a great laugh that she used often. She was a police officer for the Town of Red River. She practically ran the town, but she did it with a great sense of humor and a great out-look on life. She once told me that Taos County was the only place in the world where there could be a three car collision, and when the ambulance got there, there would be no people in any of the cars - no drivers, and everyone's car had been stolen the night before. I will miss her.

In the morning I will pick up my mom and head to NM. I am looking forward to the road trip with Mom and seeing lots of old friends.

Scattered

I am having trouble collecting my thoughts this morning. There are all sorts of things rattleing around in my brain, but not coming together very coherently. That happens sometimes when something makes me irate (I should not have read Fox News this morning). Plus it is Monday, and I have lots of errands to run - like a trip to Wal Mart. For right now, I will let you know that Jesse got home safely last night. They were able to get in a few days of skiing and her face is tan - the "racoon look" as we use to call it. They had a great time. Of course, with Jesse and Lindsay it is always a party. I will post a picture of their trip later.

Friday, February 10, 2006

picture attempts

Oh my gosh! It worked! Now lets see what happens when I push "publish". By the way, this is Jesse.

Good Morning

The coffee pot died this morning. It let made a loud bellow and water gushed out setting the dog to barking. I leaped out of bed to see what was happening - Toby was unaware in the shower. He joined me as I was mopping up. Not good. We made espresso in our little Italian espresso pot. It looks like a midget coffee pot and only makes a small amount - who could drink more than a small amount of that stuff anyway? We call the espresso pot a "bombardo" because that is the word the Italian lady used when warning us about making espresso. So far, we have not blown up any kitchens here or in Italy. I have now had two small cups of espresso, and I am wired for the day. I may try to put a picture on my blog - yeah I am up for that!

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Gifts

Valentine Day is coming up, and my birthday is right around the corner. This made me think of gifts. What does every woman want? There is a great King Arthur story that asks the question, "What does a woman want in a man?" But that is another question all together. I am talking about good gifts for women – what do we really like. I can tell you that it is NOT a new shotgun (although a pistol is not so bad). Nor is it a vacuum cleaner (especially one that you have to drag around like a dead pig). Here it is – a woman wants her man to know what she wants without asking. If you have to ask, you’ve already screwed it up. We want you to know us. We want you to put some thought into the gift – it is the thought that counts. Now since that probably won’t happen, I will tell you some of the best gifts I have gotten from my man in the last 29 years of marriage.

When all else fails, jewelry is always a good gift – but the gift still has to have thought behind it. One of my favorite gifts was a Mickey Mouse watch. It was given at a time when we had very little money. I truly needed a watch, and the MM with a gold and silver band was perfect for me. It was silly and fun and quite elegant. Once, Toby gave me pearl earrings. I may have left some hints for this gift, but it was still thoughtful. They were styled just like my necklace that had been my grandmother’s, which had been a gift to her from my father. When we had been married ten years, Toby had his mother’s wedding rings sized to fit me – they are gorgeous and very much loved.

For Valentine's Day years ago, Toby bought me a robe from Victoria’s Secret. It was a big, fluffy, white, terry cloth type robe. It was a great gift because he bought it while driving from NM to OK. It meant he had to get off the highway and go into a mall. I understand that sacrifice. Men do not like to stop when on a trip – much less go into a mall. I loved that robe, and wore it until the threads were hanging loose all over it. The cuffs were yellow with breakfast stains. The other day, I laid it out and asked Toby what I should do with it. It may look ratty, but it is still a warm, soft robe. Toby said, "Have you thought about giving it to a blind person?"

The good news is that Toby has never given me pinking shears. I think my father gave several pairs of shears to my mother. The problem is that she does not sew. Neither do I, but I do do art. Toby knows that he can always get me art supplies. He may have to ask Jesse what kind of art supplies, but I am always thrilled with any art stuff. He bought me a potter’s wheel a few years ago after I told him how wonderful it felt to slam a lump of clay down on the wheel and bring it up into something beautiful and useful. He bought me a set of Rembrandt pastels (which were quite expensive) because it is my favorite medium. I make weekly trips to Hobby Lobby for art supplies, and he never says a word – that is a gift itself. The fact that I have art stuff all over the house – mine and my students and he never says a word is just pretty great. He even takes my paintings and hangs them in his office – you gotta love that.

There is a line in the movie "Phenomenon" where someone asks Doc (Robert Duvall) why Lace (Kyra Sedgewick) would love George (John Travolta). Doc answers, "Because he bought her chairs." Great line and so true! When Toby buys me art supplies or lets me make messes all over the house (rather doing housework) or pays for another art workshop, he is giving me the best gift of all – he is saying he knows who I am, and he loves me anyway.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

In the Mountains

For those of you who have asked, Jesse has called and reported in from CO. She called last night and was fairly talkative. She told me that they had found a used bookstore. She was pretty excited because she had found a Samuel Shellabarger book, "Lord Vanity" for "only two bucks!" She and her friends had also been to a candy store where they had met a lady from Europe and had lots of fun visiting with her. Then Jesse got on the phone with her dad and told him that she had been motorcycle riding with the Riggins boys. One of them had shown her his Cobra that he was "fixing up". Apparently, he poured gasoline in it to start it, and fire blew out of the headers. Jesse was impressed, but a little scared. She said she was trying to be cool, but found herself backing up until she tripped over something in the shop drawing attention to herself – yeah she’s cool. It is funny that she tells me the quiet, calm stuff, but tells her father the wild stuff. I see how it is. They will do their skiing at the end of the week in Monarch. I did get my motherly advice in before we got off the phone, " Beware the ski instructors!"

All of this talk of snow and winter reminds me of our life in Northern NM. Our big daily chore was to feed the horses. I say "our" because we home schooled, and the kids were always with me – a big help. A typical day meant bundling up against the snow and cold. Often we had to defrost the frost-free water hydrant in order to fill three 5-gallon containers with water for the horses. We would load them in the truck, scrape the snow and ice off the windshield, and drive about ten miles to our pasture. Sometimes we were able to break the ice on the pond, but not after it had frozen too thick to break. We usually put out hay or feed and filled the water troughs. It was a pretty sight to see the horses come running up in the snow with the mountains in the background, but what a pain in the butt. Life in OK is much easier on me and the horses.

I do miss the skiing and the mountains. On Mondays in NM we would go skiing. The public school kids had Mondays off so it was a good time to see friends. The school district called the days "energy saving days". We called them "ski days". We were able to ski whenever we wanted – great thing about home schooling. Sometimes when the snow was great and the weather was perfect, we just had to hit the slopes. For those of you who do not understand home schooling, do not think that my kids were uneducated or missed too much school while having fun. Both my kids were able to start their college early and finish early. My son received a masters in five years of college.

The other thing I miss about NM is my house. It had high ceilings with big beams (vigas and lattias). It had saltio tile flooring in the kitchen/living area. It had a wood burning stove. It had 5’x6’ windows facing east toward the mountain, south to let in lots of sun, and west overlooking the Rio Grande Valley. Someday soon I will have the house of my dreams again, and I love OK with its rolling hills, green grass, and water (normally). I may have to feed the horses here too, but I do not have to brave the snow and ice to do it.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

We may have winter yet. Last week, Toby told me to get the heavy winter blanket (down comforter from Eddie Bauer bought for living in Northern NM) off of the bed and put the summer quilt on. He was too hot at night with the winter being so warm this year. After two nights under the light quilt, winter comes to OK, and he says, "Put the heavy blanket back on! My hiney is hanging out and freezing." I am sure there was a jab in there somewhere about me and the dog hogging the bed, but now the heavy comforter is back on.

Last night my brain clicked on at about 4:00 am. I flipped and flopped for over an hour trying to get back to sleep. About the time I fell asleep, Toby got up to get ready for work. I got up with him like I usually do, but I told him I was going back to bed when he left. And I did, but he let the cat in and put food out for it. Then the dog and cat crunched their dry food making it impossible to sleep. How much food did he feed them? Was this some sort of evil plot to keep me up? I think I heard him snicker as he left the house, but of course, I could just barely hear with all that crunching from the animals. Now that darn dog is curled up on my pillow snoozing away and the big dog is at work where I cannot kick him.

My granddaughter did some adjusting to the knobs on my sound system so that I cannot play my CDs. With my daughter off on her ski trip, I do not have any technical support for the sound system. I called her in CO and asked her what to do. She snickered (just like her father) and told me to use her computer. Great, I cannot even figure out how to fix the CD player and she wants me to use her computer (I could probably manage, but she is a brave soul for suggesting it). She finally suggested I just turn the TV on and listen to some channel with music. Fine. I knew I would miss her.

Okay, I know I am being whiney. Today is art with the big girls, and that always improves my spirit. Also Ernie worked on my computer, and it is much improved. Plus, he downloaded a program for re-sizing my pictures (I wish that girl was back to help me work it). Maybe soon I will put pictures on my blog.

Monday, February 06, 2006

The Mouse Is Away

Jesse left for CO Saturday morning, and the honeymoon started at the same time. Toby and I drove to Lawton to have breakfast at IHOP and to go to Home Depot. IHOP was tasty. HD was a little crowded to do any dancing in the aisles this time. Also, we bought lumber for the trim work and cabinets. Pushing those orange carts and avoiding other people who are pushing carts means no dancing. We piddled around and did other errands since we did not have to answer to anyone. On our way home, we stopped in to hug and kiss on the grandbaby. Then we headed home for a big ol’ dog nap. You thought I was going to say that we actually worked on the cabinets and trim – hah! Actually, the wind has been blowing, and it has been chilly for doing outside work (excuses…)

We drove Jesse’s car to church – no need in letting it just set there while she is away. I love getting in her little car. The radio is usually set to some sort of rock - and blaring. It is just fun to drive (Scion 5 speed) – makes me feel young and wild. Hmm, I wonder if she feels that way when she drives it.

Speaking of wild, the grandchild came over for lunch on Sunday. She adjusted all knobs within her reach, filled several glasses of water from the cooler, and rearranged the pictures on the frig. When I offered to take her outside to see the horses, she said a new word, "boots". She ran and found her farm-girl boots (just like Tia Jesse). We took a walk on the trail around the pasture. She was wild. I was worn out and glad when they went off to a super bowl party somewhere. Toby and I got in our big chairs, got our chicken wings, and watched the game.

This morning, I did not have to share the coffee or the bathroom with Jesse. I won’t have to report in or check on her either. Right now, I like this empty nest syndrome. By the end of the week, I will probably miss the girl – my partner in crime. I am already looking forward to hearing of her grand adventures.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

Letter from a Marine

Here is a letter from my cousin, Capt. Jim who has been in Iraq and is coming home this next week. We are very proud of him.


Today is February 4, 2006 and in a few days I will make one last trip ‘’outside the wire’’ when I travel with my company to a nearby airfield for a flight to Kuwait. That convoy will take us through the city of Fallujah, so there is always the potential for some last minute “excitement.” I wanted to send you one last word from Iraq to express my gratitude for your support and to give you one last update on the Warlords of 2nd Battalion, 2nd Marine Regiment.
During this deployment, we've faced bullets and explosives from those who seek to do us harm...but you back home are facing the true weapon of this war. That weapon is the enemy’s use of the media - and it is aimed at affecting our nation's will...your will. Rest assured that the Warlords' will is unshaken. But our enemy is very intelligent and he has done a fine job in his quest for the hearts and minds of Western culture. He cannot, and will not face us conventionally; so he fights us unconventionally...and uses videos and other media to broadcast his perceived successes across the airwaves and into the often receptive arms of Western media. The enemy uses highly visible and shocking attacks and kidnappings to capture headlines and evoke fear. This is the way he believes he can win. But, he will not defeat our forces here on the ground.
Our commanding general has encouraged us to share “our story”. We’ve been encouraged to let people back home know what we’ve accomplished here. Most people back home know that Marines’ weapons and tactics are very effective against the enemy. The combined effects of M16s, artillery and close air support from Marine aviators are lethal and efficient. However, I think our story, and the stories of every unit that comes to Iraq are our most effective weapons. These personal accounts are what will steel our nation's resolve, bolster her perseverance and erase her doubts. The Warlord’s story is one of courage, bravery, pain, suffering and determination. We've seen the best and worst of this war in all its brilliant colors and darkest hues. We’ve seen the death of friends and comrades and we have seen the successes of an Iraqi national army as it took its roots in defending democracy. Our story must focus on the Iraqi Army. Our battalion commander made the Iraqi Army the Warlords’ number one priority. The success and advancement of our partnered Iraqi Army battalion was our main effort. The second priority was providing a safe environment for the national elections and the third priority was killing the enemy. I point out those priorities because they form the thesis for our story. Our mission was to improve the Iraqi Army and I can confidently say, “Mission accomplished.”
The soldiers of the 1st Battalion, 4th Brigade, 1st Iraqi Army Division (1-4-1) were our battalion's first priority and they are our battalion’s greatest success story. Truthfully, the story is 1-4-1’s story. As our battalion’s Iraqi Army Liaison officer I had the privilege of seeing this story unfold first hand. 1-4-1’s soldiers proved their merit time and again. During our deployment here, 1-4-1 became the first Iraqi Army battalion in the tumultuous Al Anbar province to assume its own battlespace. That means they independently controlled every operation in their area. Iraqi units independently controlling battlespace is our way out of this war. Every square kilometer that the Iraqi Army controls allows U.S. forces to move to other trouble spots and focus on other Iraqi units that need further development.
During their tenure in Iraq, the Warlords trained over 400 Iraqi soldiers in enhanced infantry tactics. We saw a young battalion of sometimes disorganized units begin to operate in cohesive formations. When attacked by enemy fire, they executed skillful actions to repel attacks instead of firing haphazardly. They showed resolve and determination. One Iraqi soldier insisted that he be allowed to finish the patrol after he had a bullet literally bounce off the protective plate across his chest. Soon after that another soldier in the same patrol had a bullet skip off his helmet. He too insisted that the patrol continue. There were repeated incidents of bravery and solid tactical decision-making. We also trained over 100 soldiers in advanced lifesaving skills. We call it the “Combat Lifesavers Course.” This course gives them the ability to provide initial or ‘’first responder’’ care to their wounded comrades. This improved their confidence as they operated against the enemy in their area of operations.
1-4-1’s officers consistently impressed us with their discipline and military decision-making. Their leadership proved crucial to helping our battalion answer its second priority - securing the national elections. During our deployment, Iraq held two historic elections. The first, on October 15, was the constitutional referendum. On December 15, Iraqis elected their representatives to the national congress. During both elections, 1-4-1 provided security for key election nodes. They were able to make lasting and positive contributions to the future of their country. The Iraqi Army helped us maintain a high level of security in our zone and made those two days extremely successful.
The third priority - killing the enemy, is what every Marine is trained to do. Fortunately, our Marines are highly disciplined and are able to use great skill and precision in fighting an enemy that blends in so well with civilians. We did affect the insurgency here. We pulled over 200 ‘’bad-guys’’ off the streets and sent them to Iraqi prisons. Our combat engineers pulled thousands of pounds of explosives and ammunition from hidden weapons caches. We disrupted enemy operations time and again and saw a noticeable decrease in enemy activity in our zone.

I could add many of my own tales to the Warlord’s story, but I’ll save those for when I get home. The Warlord’s story is a great one and one that I hope you’ll share with family and friends. This story is not without its tragedy however. During this deployment, 15 United States Marines and one United States Sailor from 2nd Battalion, 2nd Marines paid the ultimate price in service to their country. Another 100 were wounded. One Iraqi Army soldier in 1-4-1 was killed and another 20 were wounded. These brave Marines, Sailors and Iraqi soldiers would not want us to focus on their loss, but on their battalions’ successes. Their efforts helped us fulfill our battalion’s priorities. Their actions and sacrifices helped a long beleaguered nation begin to experience freedom and democracy. They were phenomenal warriors and true patriots. The will never be forgotten. Please pray for their families as our battalion returns home without their loved ones. Pray for those who continue to recover from injuries. Pray for peace, for understanding and for healing.
I want to offer a special word of thanks to those of you that supported my little “Iraqi shoe drive.” With your help, over 1000 Iraqi children now have a pair of shoes. I wish that you could have seen the smiles on their faces…smiles that transcend language barriers…they were simply beautiful. Those gifts were a part of this story. Most of those shoes were actually distributed by 1-4-1 to Iraqi citizens in the cities were 1-4-1 conducted operations. Those gifts helped the Iraqi battalion commander gain trust with the locals. They helped him build rapport between the citizens and the Iraqi Army that has been non-existent for decades. They helped restore hope in the Iraqi people that its national Army could be the hand of mercy and care instead of the tyrannical and lethal hand of a violent dictator. Just know that you played an important part in that story. Thank you.
In closing, I want to thank all of you for being a part of this story. Your prayers, letters, emails and packages were what we call “force-multipliers.” They sustained us…they sustained me. Please continue to support other Marines, Sailors, airmen and soldiers that you know. Continue to support their families. As I mentioned earlier, our enemies here definitely want to hurt our military personnel that our here supporting the Iraqi people. But even more, they want Western countries to give up…they want America to give up. They want us to lose heart. My prayer is that we will defy the enemy at all costs.
God bless! Semper Fidelis! See you all soon.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Monkey Brain

I told my husband that when it comes to computers, I am a monkey brain. I can only do what I am taught to do - punch a key- get a banana - punch a key - get a banana. Although I learn quickly, I need a good teacher - on who has time for me. I really miss my DSL. This dial-up thing makes me crazy. Sometimes I get way ahead of my computer, and it bogs down in retaliation. One of my art students told me to read a book while working on the computer. I should probably do that, but instead, I tend to drink coffee. Then I am a hyped-up computer monkey. I am taking my computer to the doctor tonight. Maybe we can work better next week. Now I will go paint rather than be crazed.

Tagged

I have been tagged - something new for me. I don't know if this will work, and my computer needs Dr. Ernie. I hope this posts okay.

4 Jobs You Have Had In Your Life
1. Waitres
2. Studio coordinator at Horchows
3. teacher
4. Cowgirl/ranch-hand
4 Movies You Would Watch Over and Over
1. Cat Ballou
2. Silverado
3. Always
4. Pirates of the Carribean
4 Places you have Lived
1.All over Texas
2.Northern NM
3.Oklahoma
4 TV Shows You Love to Watch
1. NCIS
2. Survivor (currently: Dancing w/the Stars)
3. Numbers
4. House
4 Places You Have Been On Vacation
1. A month in Italy
2. Washington DC
3. Grand Canyon,Vegas,Tuscon
4. When you live in a resort town, you don’t go on vacations
4 Websites You Visit Daily
1. Blackfive
2. One Marine’s View
3. Fire and Ice
4. Exile in Portales
4 Favorite Foods
1. Rib-eye med. rare
2. All Mexican foods
3. Most anything Italian
4. Greasy burgers
4 Places You Would Rather Be Right Now
1. Back in Italy (would love to see the Olympics up close and personal).
2. NC to see my cousin return from Iraq
3. Taking an art class with some famous artist
4. Anywhere where the wind is not blowing
4 People to Tag
1. Blestwithsons
2.I’m too new to this blog stuff to make these decisions and make this work
3. My computer is freaking out on me as it is

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Broke-down in NM

Years ago, I used to haul kids and horses all over NM to rodeos and 4H horse events. It was a great time in my life with lots of good memories. Yesterday while reading another blog, I was reminded of an incident when I was only hauling one horse and one kid, my son, Bo who was about thirteen. We were coming from Lubbock where we had picked up a horse and had just left Nowhere, NM, with miles of nothing between home and us when the truck died. Keep in mind that this is before cell phones, and keep in mind that Toby made me carry a pistol under the seat for "just incase". We only sat on the side of the road a few minutes when another truck pulled up. It was a young airman from the nearby base. He seemed nice enough and gave us a ride back to Nowhere. There were only a few buildings in the town, but one did happen to be an auto shop with a mechanic. He brought the truck and horse trailer back to Nowhere. After looking the truck over, the mechanic said the problem had to do with the belt (the one that winds all around your engine) and some sort of part that the belt goes around. He thought the next town over might have the part we needed (of course, he did not have one). So the young airman took me to the next town, which was not any larger than Nowhere, but it had a farm implement store. They did not have the part, and back to Nowhere we went.

In the meantime, things were not looking good, and I thought I had better call Toby. The mechanic let me use his phone after looking me over like I might call overseas or something. I called Toby at his office. He was not in at the moment, but I spoke with his secretary. His little secretary was nice enough, but basically she was a monkey doing a job and could not think outside the box. Several times in the recent past I had called and left a message with her for Toby to call me back, and he did not (really made me mad). Later I found out that the secretary had told him that "Liz" had called. Liz is not my name – Liz is the name of the last secretary that Toby had fired,and of course, he was not going to call her back. Now I am talking to monkey secretary explaining about the truck, broke down in Nowhere, have Toby call me. She says back to me, "Sure thing, I will have him call you, Liz." I went ballistic at this. I screamed my name over and over along with a few other things. I was trying to be normal, but this was not the time for her to be stupid.

About this time the mechanic thinks maybe he can get in touch with his wife who is in Clovis, and she could pick up the part for us, but it will be a few hours before she can return. Whatever – let’s just get this fixed. Bo and the horse are being great through all of this. We sat and watched cars come and go at the town swimming pool (not many, but a few). A few hours later, the mechanic’s wife was still not back, so he decided that maybe the truck would run without that part. He put the truck all back together, minus the part needed, and we drove off. I was really on edge after being in Nowhere all day, wondering if we were going to get home, and now I had to worry if we would make it without the missing part. To top it off, we were just about out of gas, but there was no way I was going to spend any more time or money in Nowhere.

We drove on to San Jon where there was a big truck stop – handy for pick-up trucks with horse trailers. I pulled in well back from the vehicles getting gas because it is difficult to maneuver a truck and trailer if you pull too close, and I did not know which pump would open up first. Unfortunately, as soon as one car pulled out, some little car would pull around me and get to the pump before I could pull up. This was pretty irritating, so I picked out a car that I thought would leave soon (the driver had gone inside to pay) and I pulled up close behind it. When the driver finally came out, I was ready to pull in (I’m running on fumes by this time and getting worried). Instead of leaving the driver reached up and got a few paper-towels and started wiping his car – the bumper, the hood…I went ballistic again. From my truck, I was ranting and complaining and threatening. Then from the passenger’s seat, Bo hollered, "And she has a gun too!" It was so ridiculous and so true, we both burst out laughing. The tensions was gone. We managed to get our gas and get the heck out of Dodge, and made it home safely. We never did replace that part.