Survivor

The kiddos and I survived their first tornado last night! WHEW! It really wasn't that bad where we live, though in our state any tornado is scary. I lived through the infamous May 3rd tornado and every since then, its really changed the way we Oklahomans view tornadoes. I'd like the thing that on the whole, we take the warnings far more seriously.

I had just turned on the news while the kids were playing in the bath when my mother-in-law called. I told her we would come over after dinner. But after their bath, it was looking ugly out, so we packed up and made the long trip ... 2 streets over! We were there about 2 minutes when the sirens were going off. We managed to get my car and their cars all in the garage. And went straight to the closet. And then the power went off.

Kid was scared. Really scared. I told him I wouldn't leave him. Snugglebug thought it was fun and said in her wannabeteenagertalk "I'm not even scared". Oiy! That girl.

We were in the closet for about a minute and it was over. And I must say, its kind of a rush coming out to survey the damage. All the neighbors are out and about, sharing their stories. Thankfully we got by with no damage at all and the neighbors had minimal damage. It could have been worse, and it was a lot worse for others in our state.

So, we survived. We still have no electricity at my house, although the in-laws' power came back on last night. What a night.

Mother's Day

I didn't buy my mom a card for Mother's Day. I did not get her flowers. I did not take her to dinner. I didn't even call. I meant to get a card. I did. I just put it off until it was too late.

We've never been close. Sure we can chit-chat about stuff in our lives, mostly superficial and definitely NOTHING deep, nothing emotional. .. Ever. I don't know why that is. Its just always been that way. And quite frankly I'm done being sad about it or wanting it to change. It is the way it is. HOWEVER. I will. NOT. let that be how things are between my children and me. Now, I know my children and I may go through rough times where I am just the last person on earth that they want to tell something to, but in general, I want them to be able to talk to me, to cry on my shoulder, to know without a doubt in their minds or hearts that I love them. That I'll love them forever.

thursday letters

Dear Kindergarten Teacher:

Thank you for loving my kid so and teaching him to read and write and all that important math stuff. You rock.

I appreciate you,

K

Dear Boss:

I've heard the story 4 times already. Next time I'll stop you and just tell YOU your story.

Heard it,

K

Dear Right Arm and Hand:

I don't know what's wrong with you. You hurt me. I don't like your severe coldness, I don't like that you interfere with my texting and blogging and facebooking while I'm at work. I don't have time to deal with dr visits and tests and blah, blah, blah....

Ouchie,

K

Dear Mail Lady:

You are super nice and sweet, but for the love of all things sacred, could you please not slam the door every.time.you.leave.

Sensitive Ears,
K

Dear Kid:

You're almost 6. Please stop getting older. I can't take it.

Teary Mommy,
K

Dear Today's Letters:

Thank you for the inspiration!!!

New Reader,

K

Dear Husband:

I miss you. Sometimes being an Army wife stinks. But it makes me appreciate you when you are home. I love you.

Wife,

K

anniversary

What a way to start a blog... it's my 9th Wedding Anniversary. And as I look back on the day, it was beautiful, mostly sunny, windy, I was a ball of nerves... I can't help but to dwell on my bridesmaids instead of the union on two souls. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband, wouldn't trade him for the world, but at this point in my life I'm thinking about those three women. Ya, only three. I've since stopped speaking with all three of them. Its sad really. Each for their own reason... or lack of reason really. Oh, I have two of them as friends on facebook, but we all know that doesn't count as really being connected with someone. But.. my maid of honor. I think about her just about every day. Probably because we had a huge fight about a year, 3 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days ago and haven't spoken since. It pains me. It really does. And I'm trying so hard to let God heal me, to let him show me the ways in which I was wrong, but its just not working. I suppose I should explain more, but I owe it to my hubby to put these thoughts aside for at least today and focus on him. on us. on 9 years. the good times. the AWESOME times. the really really bad tears-of-rage times. the sad times. the I-am-lucky-my-hubby-is-alive times. Oh, ALL the times. 9 years and he's still my best friend and my love.