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happy halloween

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If you remember a few years back, Bud Light ran an advertising campaign honoring the unsung heroes of America.  Although I cannot recall the exact commercials (thanks YouTube), I do remember the premise.

Mascot Dude

–Your undying energy is awe-inspiring, despite pouring sweat into your eyeballs.

–Your ability to scare little kids just by waving is beyond reason.

–Your lack of recognition of others’ personal space is unmatched.

–Protecting your real identity as fiercely as Superman guards his tights.

And I will never do it again!  So, I took you there to tell you that I volunteered on Monday night with FOAST by jumping into the Safety Bear costume.  One word: PAINFUL!  I can remember filling in occasionally in high school for our mascot, and I do not remember it being such a horrifying experience.  Let me state that  I enjoyed being able to volunteer.  Please do not misunderstand me, I enjoyed the experience!  I would not get into a mascot outfit again.  I am not a kid, and my body reminded me of that.  During my stay in bear jail, I could only see feet as they passed, and I had to use my limited hearing to know when someone was talking to me, or waving, etc.

I am glad that I got out of my unit and volunteered in the community.  I am glad that I was able to help someone else, as so many in this community have helped me (or the military in general).  However, next time I will offer to hand out concert booklets, or do some other manual labor.

On the plus side, I did get to meet Gary Puckett and Juice Newton.  Gary Puckett and the Union Gap was one of my mother’s favorite groups growing up, and I am honored that I was able to (1) meet Gary, (2) take a picture with him, and (3) have him say “goodnight Rita” on my mom’s voicemail!  That little gift should carry me all the way through the rest of my twenties without buying presents, right?  No, probably not.

Forgive my looks, as I spent the majority of my time inside a bear costume stewing in my own sweat-bomb.  I know, it’s obvious.

—I will post a picture of me as Safety Bear, as soon as I receive one from the FOAST director.  —

Part II in this series will appear later in the week.  It will pick up where I left off with this post.   And you thought there would be no more excitement beyond meeting Juice and Gary! HA!

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a three-part series

Last night I volunteered with FOAST as originally mentioned.  I had a great time, and walked away with a few insights that I will get around to sharing with you this week.  Aside from my volunteering, it was a very eventful night, but I will have to string you along this week.  If I relived the night for you here, it would be a very long post.

So, Part I of this three-part series is titled Real American Hero: Mascot Dude, and will be available sometime tomorrow for viewing.  Following that, parts two and three (currently unnamed) will be available for your entertainment later in the week.

What can you look forward to?  There will be pictures!  There may be audio, and it will be a funny story (not funny at the time, but funny nonetheless)!

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make a difference day

Today is national “Make a Difference Day.”  If you didn’t know that, you probably missed out on the opportunity to help someone. 

My “ffather” (Fairbanks-Father) offered to come over to the house this morning and tinker with my garage door.  It opens, but it does not stay up, rendering it useless as an entry method for my vehicle.  He was unaware of today’s meaning, but the point was not lost of me. 

What else passed him by?  SAFETY!  He managed to gash his thumb in two separate places causing him to bleed all over the garage floor.  After bandaging him up, we (he) went back to work on trying to create more tension in the spring that holds the garage door up (or so he says).  Well, after an hour or two of work, I cleaned his thumb up again and saw him off.  Come to find out he needed 10 stitches (five in each gash), and broke his thumb! 

That will teach him to try and make a difference.  😀

On a positive note, I feel that the increased weight of the garage door may build up my arm strength. 

Regardless, thanks MFC, you are a wonderful “ffather.”  Next time, let’s go get a pedicure instead.  There is usually less blood.  🙂

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Thanks to AB for posting this on her myspace!

If you’re not in love with a Soldier, you can’t know adventure. You don’t know smelly gray PT uniforms that require a daily washing. You can’t understand green and brown camouflaged bags flooding your bedroom floor. They may seem like they are just thrown around, but move one thing the night before an important layout and expect to hear about it.

If you’re not in love with a Soldier, you can’t understand the meaning of the phrase “going to the field,” and the weeks you spend away from each other.

If you’re not in love with a Soldier, you can never imagine the hole in your heart when that phone call comes. “Honey, I am leaving tomorrow to go overseas. I don’t know how long I will be gone or exactly where I am going, but I want you to know that I love you – always!” You don’t know the anxiety that comes with not knowing any specifics until it is already happening.

If you’re not in love with a Soldier, you don’t know what it’s like to say that final goodbye, to watch those buses drive away and wonder if you will ever see him again. You don’t know what it really means to be glued to the television watching CNN. You don’t understand fear, and you can’t possibly understand the sleepless nights of endless crying wondering if you will ever see the love of your life alive again.

If you’re not in love with a Soldier, you can’t understand why a computer must always be on full volume just in case. And why it is necessary to have one of every messenger… because you will never know when MSN messenger might work and Yahoo wont, or vice versa.

If you’re not in love with a Soldier, you don’t know the best brand of webcam and all of the features by heart and recommend them to everyone you know. You can fully utilize all of the emoticons on every messenger and even know the hidden ones on yahoo.

If you’re not in love with a Soldier, you also won’t understand the importance of always having access to a cell phone charger. Or having that special ringer for “unknown” and 13 digit phone numbers.

If you’re not in love with a Soldier, you would never understand the bond that instantly forms with any woman you see wearing anything squadron-related.

If you’re not in love with a Soldier, on the nights where we all come together and talk for hours about nothing but our men, and how even those little things that annoyed the crap out of us a few months ago are the things we miss so much. And then compare ideas on how to keep them… “entertained.”

If you’re not in love with a Soldier, you can’t know the immense joy, the uncontrollable smile, or the butterflies in your stomach when you see your Soldier march into the family waiting area upon redeployment. You can’t understand the self-control it takes to stand on the other side of the room as some higher-up gives a seemingly endless welcome home speech while all the Soldiers stand in formation. You don’t know what it’s like to have that second first-kiss or what it’s like to experience puppy love all over again. You spend hours and hours getting ready so everything is in perfect place, just to have your hair ruffled and everything tousled up with that first embrace.

If you’re not in love with a Soldier, you can’t truly understand how to make every moment count because you never know when that phone call may come again. You don’t understand why a secret bottle of cologne is kept in the medicine cabinet, or his deodorant left on the bathroom sink all year, just to smell when you want to feel closer to him.

If you’re not in love with a Soldier, you can never really understand how very delicate life is! You don’t understand how fast one phone call, or a knock at the door can instantly change life for so many people. You don’t understand why the National Anthem will forever be something that we will STAND for and probably well up in tears, no matter where life takes you after the military.

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AUTHORS NOTE: If you are not in love with a Soldier, you are currently dry-eyed (not misunderstanding, just lacking the experiences listed). If you are in love with a Soldier, quit crying and send your husband/wife an email! Thank you to whoever wrote this lovely piece!

I do feel that there are others out there that know our pain. Wives of firemen, police, SWAT, CIA, FBI, and other agents are at the top of that list. I do not think that our situation is unique to us, so please don’t misconstrue the posting of this piece.

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lifetime’s army wives

I have often been asked my opinion of Lifetime’s hit series Army Wives. I watched only one episode during season one, and refused the repeat business.  I felt that it was unbelievable based on the circle of friends they portrayed (across ranks).  Season two started off with a new toy, my DVR (digital video recorder, like Tivo).  I was messing around and ended up recording the series, and as I have watched season two unfold I fell in love with the women and men of Army Wives. Now I wonder what brought these women (and Roland) together in the first place.  I promptly rented season one discs from Netflix, and am currently awaiting the arrival of disc 3.  So far I have learned how they came together, and I can say it is believable.  When I am completely caught up, I am sure I will write more!

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great idea

How great that a non-military community can do something like this to support its military citizens!  Read more…  I say non-military because Fort Bragg is over three hours away, and Camp Lejune is about an hour and a half.  There could be another local base/post, however I think maybe this is about a National Guard or Reservist deployment, not active duty military.

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