4 Things...

4 things...

Four random things I like about my husband:
1. He's so patient with me
2. He'll eat whatever I cook for him
3. He teaches me what he knows
4. He makes the best oatmeal cookies

Four jobs I've had:
1. Bank Teller
2. Merchandise Stocker
3. Clothing Sales Rep.
4. Nanny

Four movies I have watched more than once:
1. Fools Rush In
2. Pride and Prejudice
3. Count of Monte Cristo
4. Cheaper by the Dozen

Four TV shows I watch:
1. CSI
2. Grey's Anatomy
3.Bones
4. Smallville

Four places I have been
1. Prague
2. Venice
3. Heidelberg
4. Argentina

Four people who email me regularly:
1. RS President
2. ebay
3. Amy
4. Bank

Four of my favorite foods:
1. Steak
2. Milanesa
3. Gelato
4. Cucumber Sandwiches

Four places I would like to visit:
1. London
2. Egypt
3. Paris
4. New York City

Four things I am looking forward to in the coming year:
1. Going on a few more trips
2. Moving back to the States
3. Visiting Family
4. going back to school

Four people I tag:
1. Brisa
2. Ashley C.
3. Elli
4. Becca

What do you remember?

Here are the directions:
1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!

2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.

Day at the Park

Before the weather turned cold again I took the kids to the park on base. Analis and Costen had a ball and they both enjoyed being able to climb without restrictions.

To our Soldiers

I want to dedicate this poem to all those that fight bravely. I see a lot of families around me go through trials when there loved onee are down range and I can't help but admire them.

JUST A COMMON SOLDIER
(A Soldier Died Today)
by A. Lawrence Vaincourt
He was getting old and paunchy and his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion, telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he had fought in and the deeds that he had done,

In his exploits with his buddies; they were heroes, every one.
And tho' sometimes, to his neighbors, his tales became a joke,
All his Legion buddies listened, for they knew whereof he spoke.

But we'll hear his tales no longer for old Bill has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer, for a soldier died today.
He will not be mourned by many, just his children and his wife,
For he lived an ordinary and quite uneventful life.

Held a job and raised a family, quietly going his own way,
And the world won't note his passing, though a soldier died today.

When politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing and proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell their whole life stories, from the time that they were young,

But the passing of a soldier goes unnoticed and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution to the welfare of our land
A guy who breaks his promises and cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow who, in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his Country and offers up his life?

A politician's stipend and the style in which he lives
Are sometimes disproportionate to the service that he gives.
While the ordinary soldier, who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal and perhaps, a pension small.

It's so easy to forget them for it was so long ago,
That the old Bills of our Country went to battle, but we know
It was not the politicians, with their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom that our Country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger, with your enemies at hand,
Would you want a politician with his ever-shifting stand?
Or would you prefer a soldier, who has sworn to defend
His home, his kin and Country and would fight until the end?

He was just a common soldier and his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us we may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict, then we find the soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles that the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor while he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage at the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline in a paper that would say,
Our Country is in mourning, for a soldier died today