Remembering...

what Memorial Day is really about is very important to me. I grew up in the military. I have friends who have fought in Desert Shield, Desert Storm, Panama, Iraq, Pakistan, and other places that they could not say. I have friends who have lost friends during their time of battle. I have lost friends with little said other than, they are coming home to rest.

My father's father fought in World War II, My father-in-law fought in Vietnam, My father served in Desert Storm, and my husband served in Desert Storm. It is because of their sacrifice that we have the freedoms that we have today. The freedom of worship, the freedom of perusing happiness, and even the freedom of debt.

I don't normally "rant" in a blog, but I have to say that I am a bit frustrated this morning with all the "sales" campaigns that I have seen on the internet and have heard on the television. This is not just another "holiday"! Today is the day that we are to stop and thank those who have fought for our freedoms, and remember those who have paid the ultimate sacrifice for those freedoms. So all I am asking from you today is to to remember.

~Peace & Blessings~
Jen

How on earth can I...

be so tired? I feel like I have done less in this week than in the past two weeks, but I am exhausted! Is that from the early hours of being at work or the fact that it is just to hot outside to really enjoy any physical activity? I'm not sure but I know that I am completely zapped of any energy.

Case in point, the past couple of days when I get home...I start reading my book and the next thing you know...I'm asleep on the couch! I am not one to take naps in the middle of the day so I find that to be very disturbing.

I know that tomorrow is my last "Off" day. Bart will be back to work on Monday and VBS is finished up tomorrow. So maybe just maybe I'll sleep til the day is long on Saturday. Well one can hope ;-)

I feel a bad for not blogging sooner but to be honest, once I get home I don't even want to turn my computer on. Yesterday I took the kids over to my friends house so they could play and so I could get some much needed "girl time". My friend asked me how my book was coming along and I had to tell her that it is not coming along. I have only one chapter started (not even completed). This question has me thinking...
what am I doing with my time? Am I really serious about writing this book? Am I serious about writing? To be honest I guess I'd have to ask myself, Am I serious about anything at all? I feel like I'm just floating through this life. It's a feeling of passing by...I'm a spectator in this backward crazy world and I'm just ready for my "real life" to begin. Have you ever felt like that?

OK so I'm sure that this just sounds like the ramblings of a very tired woman, but this is how my mind works...always has, always will. But at least now I have a peace about my constant distress. Off I go into a zombie state of mind so until next time...

~Peace & Blessings~
Jen