Look Who's Home

  My sweetheart was once an army man. When we got married, he had been on active duty. Two-ish years later he got out and we started our lives as civilians. It was quite a transition going from one side of the barbed wire to the other. Still, I am thankful that I never had my sweetheart go off to war
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  Today's military families are almost guaranteed to be deployed. I have a dear friend whose family has experienced this. For almost a year her husband was in a desert, doing whatever the military told him to do. Of course, his time there was intense and life changing. It was the same in a different way for the family he left here as well.

  Finally, her man was coming home. For weeks, the day was changed, sometimes sooner, mostly later. Then the time kept changing, sometimes sooner, sometimes later. She was just a bit crazy at the end. Finally the day was here and she needed someone to take pictures for her. So here is a time line and a few pics of what happened that day.

10:00 am His plane lands at 3:45
11:30 am They just called, his plane lands at 1:45....ahhhhhhhh!
12:00 pm I get to her house and keep the children busy while she puts on the finishing touches. They made some awesome signs.

1:15 pm We left her house. There just happens to be a bus in front of us, could it be him? Nope, it turned.
1:30 pm We get to the gym and find some seats up front. There were coloring books and girl scout cookies provided to snack on while we waited. The big blue gym curtain comes down in the middle of the room.

1:45 pm They announce the plane is running late. My friend is about to pop.
2:15 pm We watch the plane land at the airfield on a screen in the front of the room
2:30 pm We watch as the soldiers file off the plane. Throughout the room we would hear little bursts of cheers as one family after another would catch sight of their soldier.
3:00 pm Continuing bursts of cheers and tears as more and more people see their soldiers as they sign their paperwork and turn in their gear. Still seen on the screen at the front of the room.
3:15 pm The army guy comes out and says time to wait, here watch this movie in a gym full of hyper excited children and adults. My friend is bouncing on her metal folding chair.

3:45 pm The guy comes out again and says this is what is going to happen. We can hear boots on the other side of the curtains. We have to all stay behind the yellow line. My friend squeezes me so hard that I think there is a bruise. I've never seen a yellow line so full of toes. My friends kids toes are on that yellow line.

I only knew the man for a few months before he left and I am still super excited.  I don't know how she can stand it.
3:55 pm The curtain goes up and there they stand.
And in the roar of the crowd I can hear my friend whispering to her family, there he is, third row on the end. The tears start flowing. He can see them too. He is flowing too.
4:00 pm The guy finally stops talking and dismisses the troops. My friend is just standing there.  The time has finally arrived. "Go, go, go!" I yell. They take off.

I am so blessed. The reunion of a family that has become a part of my own. Just so you know, giving a emotional menopausal woman a camera and asking her to take pictures is a bit crazy. I did get a few good ones.

  After the last picture, I said good-bye and slipped away. All around me families were laughing and crying. Soldiers were meeting their new little ones for the first time. Young lovers once again in each other's arms. All the way to the parking lot, families were holding on like they were never letting go.

  My family was one of many that was blessed with being able to support my friend. She came through this with flying colors. Her family weathered the experience with grace and courage. She inspires me in many ways. She allowed me to be a part of one of the most special days of both her and my life.

Movie Review with Spoilers for Les Mis

Movie Review!

I like musicals.  I like musicals with big sets, beautiful costumes and stunning voices.  I like musicals that move me.  I like to go out understanding what the heck just happened in there
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I went to see Les Mis.(Can't figure out how to make my keyboard do that fancy s thing) 

The sets were amazing. I would love to have a coat like Inspector Javert's.  The cinamatography was stunning.  The sets complemented the movie and as magnificent as they were, did not distract. The teeth make up was pretty cool.  The rest of the make up was simplistically real. Some of the performances moved me.

And yet....

At the risk of offending all my artsy friends..
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I didn't get it. 

Like I don't get poetry, except for limericks, I get those.

Some of the things I didn't think I would like, like Russel Crowe, I loved.  I listened to too many reviews.  I really enjoyed his voice and acting.  But what I didn't get was why he committed suicide.
Yeah, really didn't get that. 
And I think I wanted to be sad for him but when he made that crunch sound, all sad feelings went away and all I was left with was ewww!

I liked Ann Hathaway.  Didn't expect the graphicness of the awful things she suffered.  But truly felt bad for her character.  Her voice matched the rawness of Fantine's experience.

My favorite characters had to be Carter and Cohen as the Thenardiers.  Consistently funny and foul throughout. 

The young actors and singers were really good.  I look forward to seeing many of them in other things. 

Notice who I didn't mention.
Mmmhmm.
Yup.
Didn't like him.
Not much anyway.
He had moments.
His acting was amazing.  I will give him that.  I think he really captured the complexity of Valjean.  I think I  listened to too many reviews again.  Maybe if my expectations hadn't been so high, I would not have been so...underwhelmed. 

I'm assuming that there were a lot of metaphors that I just didn't get.  The candlesticks were pretty easy.  The barricade, not so much.

So there I was at the end, weeping quietly, the only time I wept, and was feeling all emotional about him going to heaven and all, and then there was this barricade.

What?

And all the dead people are singing the revolution song.
They lost and all died for not.
Why are they so happy now?
I don't get it.

I read this review, an honest opinion of the movie.  I guess I should have listened.  I too wondered why all the cockney accents in France.

Oh, and don't take kids.  Not appropriate.  We don't celebrate Christmas, but how they treated Santa was just wrong.  Way too much raunch and graphic raunch for kids.  I found myself trying to cover my twenty year old's eyes, and she is twenty. 

Back in the Saddle Again

It is time to start blogging again.  To be honest, I got into sort of a rut, doing the same thing day after day and not really finding anything to be excited or joyful about.  It wasn't bad, or sad, or depressing, just sort of blah.  In all honesty, I think I forgot to see the blessing in the mundane.  We had no major trauma, no deaths, to big changes.

But we did get to go to Vegas and visit my mom for Thanksgiving.  We had a beautiful trip, visiting friends along the way.  We got to see a few of the amazing hotels and the fantastic fountains at the Bilagio.  We went out to the Red Rock National Park and spent a day climbing rocks and looking at God's incredible creation.  We were able to visit one day with my sweetheart's family. The kids took turns between staying with us in the hotel and staying at Grandma's house.  We even got to go to a chocolate factory.  We traveled by car the whole trip and had no vehicle challenges what so ever. We drove into good weather where ever we went, with rain or snow behind us or in front of us.   We had plenty of money to do the things we wanted to do.  What a blessing.  We even did laundry the whole time we were there so I didn't have a boat load to do after being gone so long. 

We did start our speech club.  I must say I was a bit nervous going into this.  I was not able to find my materials or contact list for a long time.  I was not able to procure a building.  I was not confident at all that I was going to pull it off.  But it all came together.  We have a small club with three families and some gifted young people that meet at my house.  (Which means my house gets mostly clean once a week ^.^) We went to our first competition and Josh moved on to Regionals with one of his speeches.  The rest of the kids did much better than they thought they would and had a fun time.  Enough so that they are already prepping for the next tournament with excitement and joy. 

Our schul moms got together and started a Yeshiva.  This is definitely something I was praying for.  I so struggle with foreign languages and Hebrew is so different from English. With one who had never really attended Yeshiva getting ready for her Bat Mitzvah, this was such a relief and blessing.  Now they are all learning Hebrew or brushing up on everything they forgot they knew.  The Yeshiva also includes a Bible study. We have studied the fruit of the Spirit and are now working on the armor of God. I have been teaching the 4 to 8 year olds their aleph bet.  Easy and slow for my mind ^.^.  I have been working with the 13+ year olds in the Bible study.  Again, this has been scary and amazing at the same time.  Teens have never been my favorite, until mine became them things.  It has become such a joy.  Watching how they are growing into mighty women and men of God has been so rewarding.  To see them open their Bibles and read and try to make sense of God's word, applying it to their lives and seeing the consequences of their behavior in God's eyes is so fulfilling.  Wow.  They are wonderful.  They made a totally fun video for Hanukah, creating and performing a song. I am so proud of them.

Chicken owning has left the honey moon phase.  We still love the chickens and get much joy from them.  We watched them go through a molt.  That was weird.  Raw meat running around the backyard o.O.  We expanded the pen and they no longer roam around free in the backyard.  I got tired of stepping out the back door into giant puddles of chicken poo.  How do such small animals make so much poo? Any way, they now have a nice big pen and are full of feathers again.  We are still getting eggs even if they are smaller.  We have also determined that they are not nearly as smart as we gave them credit for.  Even with it being so cold and wet outside, they have been "forgetting" to get into their house at night. The kids have to go check every evening to make sure they get in.  The one night we didn't get home til midnight, Em and my sweetheart went out to check on them and found four of the five still outside.  One of them was so cold that when the others went in their house, she didn't move and he was able to just pick her up.  They brought her in, we wrapped her in a towel and fed her some meal worms and she perked up.  Stupid chicken.

So you see, I have had lots to be thankful for.  Living life day to day, I forgot to look at the big picture and see the blessing instead of the day to day drudge that makes it all happen.  In honor of the season of New Year resolutions that I seldom make, I am going to work hard at looking up from the drudge of every day and see the blessing that is the big picture.