November 24-25, 2011- Thanksgiving Cute Kid Quotes!

     Today we are celebrating Thanksgiving (although here it is actually Friday the 25^th on Kwajalein), so that we are on track with everyone else in the states and can watch football and the Thanksgiving Day Parade with the rest of the world as tomorrow we have to go back to work one more day before the weekend. This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for my children and the funny things they say.  Usually, my stories of funny quotes come from my youngest, as he is my “class clown,” but this time, I have a few stories that came from my oldest that I wanted to share.  A few weeks ago, I had mentioned to a co-worker who was over having dinner with us that our boss said she was going home after work to have a glass of wine. It was just one of those comments that was part of the story I was telling, but before I could finish, my son (who was just introduced to the D.A.R.E. program at school) stopped me and said, “She needs to be in the D.A.R.E. program!” Of course, we had to explain that there’s a difference between having one glass of wine after work than being addicted to drugs or alcohol, but thank goodness, my boss got a kick out of the joke. It’s interesting how literally children take everything we say. That’s why we parents have to be very conscious of our speech at all times (unless we want to do a lot more explaining what we mean all the time). J 

     That next week, my son and I got some ice cream from the local Baskin Robbins, and as we were enjoying it, he said, “Hey mom, this is not hot!”  I said, “What? It’s not supposed to be hot” to which he replied, “but look…” and he showed me where it was written on the container, “Caution-Hot!!” It was actually a macaroni and cheese container. That’s life on Kwaj. When the ice cream shops runs out of ice cream containers, they use the food containers from other restaurants in the food court to get by until the boat comes in with supplies. 

    Finally, my co-worker dressed up as a girl from the 1960’s for Halloween, and as we were walking to one of the kid’s Halloween parties, my son called out to his friends, “Hey, look at the 80’s girl!”  I guess today’s 80’s is like yesterday’s 60’s. J  At any rate, Thanksgiving, for me, is a time to enjoy the blessings of family, friends, the abundance of food we have been given as well as the joy of life on an atoll.  We are very lucky today to have jobs, to have a roof over our heads, and to have food and water (as my youngest son has taken to thanking God for each night). We are lucky enough to be able to enjoy luxuries such as a good glass of wine, a scoop of ice cream, and a fun filled Halloween party. So many in our world never have a chance to experience any of these treats or events in life. Today, I will strive to remember those things whenever I am tempted to complain about there not being any fresh green beans at the grocery store yesterday for the green bean casserole or that I have to clean up after my son for the third time today because he keeps sharpening his new colored pencils at the table and drops the shavings on the carpet underneath him.  Today is a day for being thankful that we will have turkey, cranberry sauce, pumpkin and sweet potato pie, and that my son was able to purchase those new colored pencils with his own money from his birthday presents.  Today is a day to be thankful for life and everything that comes with it! Happy Thanksgiving!! 

October 19-November 23, 2011- Blogger’s Block

     Instead of writer’s block this last month, I’ve been experiencing blogger’s block.  This consists of all the life events that keep me from sitting down and writing, such as planning 2 sleep overs and one beach party for my sons’ 8^th and 10^th birthdays, leading the cub scout’s Wolf Den (in which my youngest son participates), carrying out my monthly 4-H Citizenship Club activities, teaching Sunday School, serving as the PTO (Parent Teacher Organization) secretary, celebrating Halloween, helping my oldest son through Scuba classes and attending their cub scout, basketball, and then flag football events, getting ready for Thanksgiving, and taking care of both my boys full time while their dad was away on a month long business/vacation trip back to the states.  Now that Thanksgiving is only a day away, I feel I have a moment to breathe before the next set of holidays starts up.  It’s been a little too much for me lately, but this is always how it happens. I think I’ve scheduled myself and my boys for just the right amount of activities, volunteering, sports, and so forth, but then when things finally ramp up, I realize it’s too much.  Balancing schedules is always more complicated then it seems like it will be. Oh well, we made it through and have hopefully learned a lesson for next time...Too many things on the schedule make for less time to rest and ensure we are staying on the right track with what’s most important in life, our health and happiness, and our relationships with family and friends and our God.  

October 15-18, 2011-Coming back to Life…

      I guess the stress at work and the rough weekend ride back to Roi from our camping trip did me in.  The next week, I became sicker than I have been in years.  Working with children, especially preschoolers, and having my own young ones, I have built up immunity. Even my fiancée said, “I’m never seen you sick like this, ever.”  Well, that must be why it hit me so hard.  I literally was “hacking up a lung” (as the saying goes) in my office several days in a row. It was so disturbing to my staff that they kept coming in to ask if I was okay, and when I finally planned to take a day off from work to focus on getting some rest and hopefully “kicking my cough,” my co-workers were very supportive.  Finally, I am coming back to life and getting ready to celebrate both my boys’ upcoming birthdays as well as all the myriad of holidays that roll around this time of year.  

October 9-14, 2011-Lost at Sea!

    Well, now it is almost November 14, and I am just getting around to writing about last month. Where has the time gone? Apparently, life took over, and writing became a last priority, but I have missed it, so it’s time to get back to it.  A few weeks ago, after a very stressful week of work, I was looking forward to going outer island camping on the tiny island of Mellu, just a few miles by B-boat from Roi-Namur.  Everything started out fairly uneventfully, and we had a fabulous time setting up camp, exploring the island, and getting a camp fire going in which to enjoy some time around with good friends and fascinating conversation.  But, the next morning began with white caps in the ocean all around us, and my fiancé was particularly concerned that the small motor boats scheduled to pick us up at high tide that afternoon wouldn’t be able to come out due to a small craft warning.  We used the radio several times to ask about a possible warning, but there was nothing. No warning, and before we knew it, the boats were on their way out to “rescue” us from our adventurous overnight camping trip to Mellu Island. 

     After loading our stuff in very rough surf, we climbed aboard and tried to find a secure spot to hold onto in the tumultuous waters churning around us.  No such luck. Not more than 5-10 minutes after departing the island, we crashed hard into a rising wave, swamping the boat and sending one of our anchor lines flying to the back of the boat and fouling the prop. Thanks to my darling, the prop was unfouled, but the engines were too full of water to start again.  The Boston Whalers we have out here are “unsinkable,” which I can verify is true, at least as far as our experience. The boat was filled with water, but not sinking.  We called our dilemma into the marina and were able to off load shortly onto the police boat, so that the determined and hardy marina crew was able to empty the boat of the offending salt water and get the engines going again, but the ensuing trauma and rough ride took its toll on everyone, especially me.  Unfortunately, I had my second experience with getting sick off the side of the boat.  It probably would have been in the boat if my honey hadn’t been there to help me over the side and hang onto me while I was “feeding the fishes,” so to speak. 

    Contrary to my blog subject heading, we weren’t really “lost at sea,” but our stuff was. Our entire Rubbermaid container of camping gear, including my camera and my better half’s keys were lost to the ocean when the boat was swamped. From my safe position on the bow of the boat, I watched our stuff float away, thankful that I was with it.  Everyone came back safe, and that was all that mattered in the end.  In fact, we had a fun time the next day (which was absolutely calm and pleasant on the water) diving a fairly complex search pattern using our compasses to attempt to find our lost gear.  We had no luck, although it was good for me to go right back out on the water, so that I won’t even have a chance to be nervous again the next time I venture out on the high seas. J