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Here's an interesting article that should make all bloggers smile. Thank you Peggy Noonan.

No Yellow Ribbon, Please

Everywhere I look, I see those yellow-ribbon magnets on cars. I refuse to have one. I did have an American flag magnet, but some patriotic soul swiped it off my car. A friend offered to send me a yellow ribbon since I am now a military mom but I refused. If and when my soldier gets deployed, then...and only then...will I don the yellow ribbons. I will put ribbons on the cars, the house, the trees, my hair, the dog, everything...and my soldier will remove them upon his safe return. Until then, you can keep your yellow ribbons.

Don't get me wrong. I am so happy to see so many people displaying the ribbons. The support for the troops is endearing, but I feel like it would be a sign of premature-worry if I display a ribbon. Maybe I'm superstitious. But don't ask me to wear one now. Not now. Not yet.

Thanks Anheuser-Busch

If you missed the Anheuser-Busch Superbowl "Applause" ad,
here it is. This is one the military must love.

Becoming a Proud Soldier

Well, Sprout is starting to sound more and more like a soldier each time I talk to him. He is finally getting over the "I'm so lonesome I could cry" phone calls and actually sounded excited this weekend. He knows what he wants to do, how he wants to do it and why he wants to do it. Not bad for a young whipper-snapper who 18 months ago was planning a life-long career as a pizza delivery man.

He also had his first "thanks for serving" moment last weekend. He was at a convenience store in civilian clothes and the cashier asked if he was a soldier from the nearby base (I'm guessing it was the haircut that gave him away but I'm hoping it was his straight back and firm stance). He said "yes" and she thanked him for his service, then the guy in line behind him thanked him too. He said it was kind of nice. He is really beginning to sound proud of himself.

State of the Union Hug

Wow! If anyone had ever told me that I would be brought to tears while watching the State of the Union speech, I would tell them that they were crazy. But watching THIS last night did it. Wow! An Iraqi woman, who three days ago voted for the first time, hugs the mother of a slain Marine who died while fighting to bring freedom to Iraq. What a powerful picture.

He Calls With Word of Snow

It's snowing in Armyland. My southern son is enjoying something that many in this country take for granted and even loath. Snow. He has only seen snow once or twice in his young life and never in any noticeable quantity. He says the yankees are getting a kick out of watching the deep-southerners get so excited at the sight of snow. I hope it holds his fascination for a while and he doesn't get tired of the cold. I hope snow never loses it's uniqueness for him.

Here He Is!

Wow! It's been almost a month since I've posted. That's no way to run a website. Well, here's the picture that I promised. Sprout has graduated, been home for a most delightful southern Christmas (with snow and sleet on Christmas day no less...a miracle) and moved on to greener pastures and has started his military life. He fights homesickness and the stress of it all, but basically is surviving well. He's a stunning young man, he'll do fine. I'll try to continue this site with news of his adventures and maybe keep my sanity in the process.


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