I'm going to do something a little out of character now - toot my own horn for a bit. As you all know, we had a monster storm come in over the weekend (see my blog and associated pics for more details), and everyone got buried in snow. My neighbours got it pretty bad...their truck got drifted in, as did their house. We all spent most of yesterday digging out..I got done around lunch time and retreated inside for hot tea and a nap. Just as it was getting dark, I heard engines revvin...

I've decided what I want to do with what's left of my life. Actually, I decided what i wanted to do over a year ago, but just got sidetracked a little.....a lot, really. I'm applying for a Private Investigator's license. I started the classes last year, whilst I was working patrol for a security company, and managed to do quite well....before getting involved in other things (Dave leaving, the accident, etc, etc). I just got despondent, depressed even, about a lot of things, and learni...

Ok, I'm free..... ..but my neighbors are going to have to work a little to get out, as you can see from the pics (theirs is the house with the gold pick-up in front of it) Link SNOW SUCKS!!!!!!!! Just wanted to say that....

This is what it looks like around here this morning... Link fun, fun, huh?

I'm feeling trapped. I awoke at 4am to the sound of the wind howling outside my bedroom window. The storm we're experiencing was supposed to be over by now... I turned on the TV to find (much to my dismay) that the locals school districts have decided to close today due to the weather. Not good. We all got cabin fever yesterday, I'm not sure if we can survive another day without someone going postal. So I got up and look out the window...or I tried to look out the window. Our hous...

I did it. I defended my personal space. I had written a blog a week or so ago about my need for distance between me and people I don't know, and some of the responses I got suggested that the next time I felt like I was being invaded I should defend my space. So I did. I was at the airport this morning, waiting for my friend Jim to arrive. I was at the gate, and became actuely aware of a very large young man standing about a foot behind me breathing heavily. I moved. He followed. ...

My lip's hardly swollen at all, so I thought I'd show y'all what it looks like... Link ..and it doesn't really hurt much, either.

My last blog inspired me to take a look at myself...... ..I'm becoming a girly girl. I used to be a tomboy, a real guy's girl..a 'lad-ette' as the British put it. More at home in jeans and boots than a dress and heels, determined to hang as tough as any guy...and I did, even if it meant getting injured. I've played flag and full contact football where I've been the only lad-ette on the team, I've drank as much as (if not more than) quite a few dudes I've hung out with, I've out-shot...

I'm reading a book called 'Love Dharma', about relationship's from a buddhist woman's perspective. At the end of it is a poem that made me laugh out loud because I have a feeling that this is pretty much how i'm going to be when I'm 65. "Growing Old The Willis Way' by Jamie Markus, age eighteen. The day my great-grandmother Willis turned sixty-five she decided she would spend the rest of her life wearing fishnet stockings and red lipstick. Her place of dwelling became Big Larr...

I haven't felt needed much of late. I mean, I feel neccessary around my home - who else is going to wash dirty socks and clean toilets - but apart from that I've felt at a loose end. I used to volunteer over at the base Legal Office, and quite enjoyed myself. Made friends with an attorney over there who thought I wrote well and gave me stuff to do. In particular I wrote letters of affirmation for Line Of Duty (LOD) cases. The involved going through the files, reading all the informati...

Sand &Stone A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. They began to argue, and one struck the other in the face. The one who was struck was hurt, but without saying anything, bent down and wrote in the sand: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND STRUCK ME. They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to bathe. The one who had been struck began to sink in the mire and drown, but the other one saved him. After he was rescued and somewhat recover...

I have a couple of questions that none of my friends seem to be able to answer, so I thought I'd tap into the plethora of wisdom readily available on JoeU and see what you all had to offer. #1 I scored at the thrift store today and bought a single breasted leather blazer for $3.99 (whoo hoo!! Sorry, i'm still rejoicing at my find). It smells musty, you know, that thrift store smell? How do I get rid of that without getting the jacket dry cleaned (there's nowhere around here that dry clea...

I'm so excited! We have tentative dates to leave Ellsworth!!! Dave's going to be back from Greenland mid-August, we'll leave Ellsworth a couple of days later (after we clear housing), drive to Indiana for a couple of weeks leave and then fly to England the first week of September! My Mum is going to be sooo excited, she hasn't seen us in....well, 9 years by that time. I can start writing all this in my diary now....makes the time we have left to be apart seem so much shorter somehow......

Isn't it funny how certain smells remind you of certain things? When I was pregnant with Davey I had horrible morning sickness....actually it was all day sickness, there really wasn't a time in the first 24 or so weeks that I didn't feel nauseated. Dave had bought me a bottle of 'Giorgio' for Christmas and I wore it all the time when I was first pregnant.....I smelled it today for the first time in ages and about barfed. As soon as the smell hit my nostrils I had a wave of nausea wash o...

Apparently, I'm getting old. I had this fact pointed out to me a couple of weeks ago. Someone made the comment that what i was experiencing was "perfectly normal for a woman your age". Huh? What d'ya mean, "a woman my age"?? I'm only 34....hey, wait a sec, I'm 34!!! I'm in my mid 30's?!!! When did that happen? I've never been the kind of person who let herself be defined by her numerical age. I've never said to myself 'K, Dharma, you can't wear those tight pants anymore, you're 30';...