Ouch, I’m on crutches

Okay I have to start out by saying I have a bad right ankle, I’m well aware of this.

So I went and twisted my ankle, not even badly, well not the first time. Just that little roll was enough to land me on crutches. Then my dear kitten Philip (yep my water lovin’ cat) goes and trips me on the crutches. Well can we say more damage was the result.

I went back to the doc, and well the result is I’m stuck for 3-4 weeks. Now add that to the fact I HATE crutches with a passion, and I hate not being able to do stuff and we get to the heart of the issue.

So after much angst and trying to wriggle out of this I was stuck on the sticks.

Well a few falls more and I contacted Doc again. I remembered we still have my Mom’s wheel chair. Not ideal but I can use my hands, so it’s an improvement. His response was “I don’t care what you use just stay off that thing and stop falling. If the chair helps you by all means USE it.”

Yep the even go for rides.

Well it seems I am not the only one who likes my chair.

Yes they still get in the way, but I can do things, at least some things for myself again. The chair has taught them it’s better to be on my lap or up high than on the ground, when I am rollin’ around.

Oh and to top everything off I have two Army Wife functions to attend this week. Can you say I’ll be on a roll. (yes bad pun intended)

On the bright side, I may just may find more time to pound keys.

I am so proud of….

On Wednesday my husband David went to the promotion board. He is an active duty soldier in the US Army. I stayed home and fretted would he make it. I knew in my heart he was well prepared by his squad leader, but at the board anything can happen. He came home with a smile, gave me a big hug and said, yes I made it. So now it’s a waiting game for promotion points.

I have also been nominated for some kind of volunteer award. For those of you who do not regularly follow my blog, I am a busy volunteer, at ASOM, Soldiers Angels, and of course my FRG (Family Readiness Group). I am proud that my work has been noticed, not that recognition is why I do what I do. In fact the opposite is true. I don’t like being the center of attention and just the thought of attending some volunteer recognition lunch… Well let’s just say not my thing. If you want to read about some of my volunteer adventures just browse my other blog posts.

Now I just have to get a few surprises in store for hubby & his upcoming promotion.

Well if I want any chance at reaching my goal of bombarding Dad with 100 pages to edit upon his return from France I’d better get back to pounding keys.

Memorial Day (Late) – Why me?

A friend asked me to write this post. For a week, I have struggled with logging in and writing. It came to be just a simple problem, I had the wrong password. After all was said and done, I am late with this posting that was really meant for Memorial Day. “Drop and do some flutter kicks!” is what I can hear in my head.

Memorial Day is a day that Americans remember the accomplishments of the Armed Forces and celebrate the soldiers of today. I always do something on Memorial Day that differs from the majority of the population. Grabbing my set of Dog-Tags, I go for a run, usually four miles, because this reminds me of my Active Duty days. After my run, I take a shower and head out for some food, or chow, and try to eat with my friends. In the Army, I always ate with my friends. After getting some food, I spend my time with the closer parts of my life, my family. I watch my war movies that I have collected over the years and even some home made videos. I usually have to explain some of the odd behavior that would occur on the home made videos to my family. The rest of the day is filled with eating and maybe even getting on Skype to talk with a buddy of mine that is deployed to the nether regions of the world.

You see Memorial Day to me is so much more personal than the whole picture of all of the Armed Forces. I am reminded of my brothers in arms that were closest to me with these motions. The ones who picked me up, sometimes literally, when I didn’t think I could get up. This is my “Memorial” to them. If you have a certain tradition for your Memorial Day, I encourage you to express it and never think it is stupid. Believe it or not, people think it is ridiculous to go running to remember your brothers. I say “Hooah” and keep going.