A Romantic Halloween Night

For many days, Andrew and I had been trying to decide what to do for Halloween. No family was to be found and we were reluctant to go to some of the already planned parties hosted by his Army buddies. :) I wanted to make the night special, our first Halloween together! So, together, we made our way to blockbuster in order to retrieve some delightfully scary movies. Once home, we put out some candy for any trick-or-treaters and cuddled up together on the couch to enjoy each other and our movies. I must say that it was wonderful; not only did I have someone to grab onto if I got scared, but the hot chai tea, warm, comfy covers, and deliciously scented candles made the night's mood festive and full of spirit. It was full of romance and the chai tea was spilled more than once due to many a jumping on my part.

For My Girls: Soaps, Suds, and Dawn

Hello Whitney, Loren, Chelsea, and last, but not least, Tracey. I am most ashamed that I haven't blogged in a while. Honestly, I get frustrated easily when writing. However, I will put it behind me. Well, I guess I should tell you guys about my first big, stupid mistake as a wife. I was doing the dishes a couple of weeks ago and I usually use Cascade for my detergent. HaHa. Not this time. I found that I had some Dawn under the sink, so I thought, "what the heck, I'll use this". Sigh. I put it in the dishwasher and I went into the living room, happy, that I had finally completed the dishes. Oh, was I wrong about that. A couple of minutes later, I looked into the kitchen and saw thousands of soapy suds coming out of the washer! It was crying out for me to stop the cycle! While slipping and sliding, I pushed the Off button and sat down, laughing, in the wet, kitchen floor. :) I wasn't even mad. I just laughed and thought what a typical situation it was. I ended up cleaning that darned dishwasher three times. But, it was funny and a great story to tell the kids someday. Andrew got home and saw me on my hands and knees and he just stared at me and said, "Is everything okay?" I laughed and explained my ordeal. He just laughed back and said, "Well, I'm just glad nothing exploded". Anyways, rule number one: always look at the label on the cleaning agent, especially if the letters are microscopic. Rule number two: never trust Dawn or anyone named Dawn for that matter. ;) Anyways, I love all of your blogs. I hope my story makes you laugh.

My Soldier

You're going away to become a soldier,

Nothing will stop you from growing older.

Just take heed and remember this too,

You were my soldier before they ever knew.

Don't think me ignorant of the reasons you go,

I love you enough to know the Fight against your Foe.

Refuse to believe the lie that I will abandon our journey,

We have come too far and you have captivated me already.

I trust your strength and admire your determination,

The walls will be broken down by your vigorous passion.

So, with these words, I send you off,

To fight for the freedom that must never be lost.

You're going away too soon and too fast,

Before you depart, I declare deep, violent love that I know will last.

These words are for you, and you alone, to unravel,

Down the road that inevitably you must travel.


I love you with everything I have,

-Carlin


-This is a poem to my boyfriend. He has enlisted into the Army (active duty) and is soon about to leave. I support him and every reason he is going. We cannot have a free country if there are not any men or women to step up and fight for it. Although I am excited for him, it is hard for me to let him go, even if just for a short time. I love him. I wrote this because I have been harboring a lot of emotions, even slight resentment, and I wanted to tell him that I will always be his, no matter the distance. I have complete faith in the situation; I cannot and will not live my life in fear.

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Coffee!

Coffee! Oh, how I love my coffee.

The creamy treat in the morning makes me quite lively.

Hot, ambrosial, and soothing to my lips,

It warms my body right down to the fingertips!

Coffee! Oh, how I love my coffee.

With a little cream and much sugar, it is a sweet ecstasy!

My friend who comforts me after a long day,

The velvety, luscious taste just makes me want to shout, yay!

Coffee! Oh, how I love my coffee.

Each sip never fails to be the most savory!

A cafe is my most favorite place to be,

for the dainty aroma seduces and drives me to a frenzy!


My passion for this drink astounds and baffles me,

I am only left to say, Oh how I love my coffee!


-As you see, I really like coffee. I was kind of having trouble deciding what to write for my last blog and thought, "Hey, why don't I write about coffee!" I know, it is really cheesy. I think that I am addicted to it. If I go a day without coffee, I get headaches. I started drinking it in high school because I could never stay awake in class and I got in trouble a lot. Guess what? The coffee cured that! Anyways, I feel slightly embarrassed now. If anyone ever goes out for coffee, please invite me!

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What I Crave

Marriage. Is it really something genuine and wonderful? Or are the rumors true about it being a prison? I have often wrestled with this issue because I want to live out the experience of having a family, but I have wondered if it is worth all of the trouble you and your spouse will go through.
Tonight, I think my question was answered. I just got back from babysitting for my aunt and uncle. They have been married some twelve or thirteen years and have three kids. My aunt, because of benign tumors on her brain stem, has to take a salad of medicine every day. She was there at the house the whole time I was babysitting; she just did not have the strength to get out of bed. At the end of the night, when my uncle got home from work, he started to talk a little about the situation. I had never really given much thought to their marriage until hearing him speak about it. My aunt's physical and mental difficulty has caused a lot of tension in the household; also, other arguments have many times threatened their marriage over the years, even before they had any kids. After hearing my uncle vent to me about the issue, I was left feeling slightly helpless. I asked myself, "So, is that it? You fall in love and then over the years, fall out of love?"
I found I was wrong. The next few words that my uncle spoke just about knocked me down. He said, "Me and Amy have had lots of problems over the years. I've wanted to divorce her and I'm sure she's wanted to do the same to me." My uncle was silent for a second and then said, "If I had to do it all over again, I'd pick her . . . with her physical and mental problems twice over. "
I felt the blow from his words. How could I judge any of it? I've never even been married for crying out loud! I learned a lot tonight and I'm glad. I think a lot of young people today are somewhat jaded by society's interpretation of marriage because of how high the divorce rate is.
I guess everything is what you make it; it's up to the individual to strive for what makes the world bow down in awe(unconditional love) or just leave it behind and never try. After tonight, I would rather go for the former.

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Insomnia in the North

Two summers ago, I went on a trip to Alaska. That place might as well be a country of its own. I don't know if any of you have ever been there before, but it is an experience. I am not going to go on and on about what all I did there; however, I wanted to tell you all something strange that I came in contact with.

In the winter time, where we live, it gets dark early, whereas, in the summer time, the daylight lasts longer. Since Alaska is so far north, these conditions go to an extreme. I happened to arrive in Anchorage, Alaska on the first, fine summer day when there would be daylight, not only in the daytime, but also at night. This happened for the entire week I was there. It was one of the most bizarre things I have ever seen. The sun never went down completely. It seemed as though it was a little less than a sunset at night and a little more than a sunrise in the morning. What was actually "night time", felt more like 7:00 in the morning; it was like that every day. Can you imagine not seeing any darkness for an entire week? In the middle of the "night", there was always a fresh layer of dew on the ground, like in the morning, but no birds would chirp. No, I think they learned to ignore the light. By the third night, I had to put black paper on all of my windows in order to get some shut-eye. Still, I never got any sleep because I could not stop looking out my window at night.

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