Army Strong

Jeremy will be leaving for Army Basic training at Fort Jackson this February 2013. To some of you this might come as a surprise  but we are extremely excited for this new chapter in our lives. When I met Jeremy in college he wanted to join the Coast Guard; however he was dating a Colorado native and as you can imagine there aren't many coasts to guard in that land-locked state. So he graduated with his bachelors in Hospitality Management and started his career with Hilton.

Jeremy thrives in a team oriented, high-stress environment and thus he did extremely well in hotels. We were married and eventually moved for a hotel promotion to Massachusetts and to be near the ocean. Things were as perfect as two people could ask for, but there was something missing. Jeremy didn't feel like he was accomplishing anything that really mattered regarding hotels. It was right around this time my old job in Colorado offered me a promotion and we returned to our home state. Jeremy took this time to soul search and decided that he really wanted to serve the people. He was hired on with a Denver-area police force and did exceptionally well. However, he still didn't feel like it was the correct place for him for many reasons.

After a lot of discussion and soul-searching he decided he should go back to working for Hilton. Again, he did exceptionally well he was promoted. This time we moved to Maryland... but again something was missing. I reminded Jeremy of when he wanted to join the Coast Guard all of those years ago and that is what sparked our Army journey. It turns out that Jeremy, who is 29, was too old for the Coast Guard; but that didn't stop him for finding the right opportunity to serve. After talking with the Army recruiter he was hooked. At first I was nervous, because we had already been through so much change. What if this opportunity wasn't the right one? And then I read the Army Creed "...a member of a team... serve the people... never accept defeat... never quit, never leave... disciplined... trained... professional... guardian of freedom..." It was finally a "job description" that fit my husband.



We have gotten many questions as to why is he joining now, at his age and leaving a good career that he excels in? To those questions he responds, "Why should it only be our young people who serve? Why not someone who has a little more life-experience, who has lead and managed people and lived through some of the stresses of life? Why can’t I protect my family, freedom and land that I love?"

We know there will be challenges, bumps and changes ahead. But I honestly couldn't be more proud of Jeremy and of this decision we made for our family.

Wyatt's & Bella's Anti-Work Coalition

I don't know about you, but I have a love-hate relationship with my alarm clock. I love it because it gets me up in time to go to work, even when it is dark and cold outside. But I hate it because... it is an alarm clock, 'nough said. I will shamefully admit that I have to set at least 2 alarms to get out of bed in time for work. I even have to change the rings occasionally to keep my sleepy subconscious guessing. Usually between my double alarms I wake up with time to spare for work. That is until Wyatt and Bella formed the Anti-Work Coalition; my dogs are WAY too smart. I don't mean this in a "hey, look at how amazing my dogs are" way... I mean it "gosh darn dogs are outsmarting me again" way. This is how my last couple of mornings have started.

Alarm 1: In a sleep-panic I hit the snooze button. Everyone hits snooze, right? Please say yes, thank you. Wyatt and Bella look at each other and then slowly inch closer to me on the bed.

Alarm 1, second ring: Uh, I hate that noise! I turn it off. Wyatt and Bella snuggle even closer. They have perfected the super cuddly-but-not-annoyingly-close closeness where I can feel their happy sleep-breathing and body heat, which reminds me it is winter and the floor will be cold in the bathroom. Brr...

Alarm 2: I turn off the alarm, starting to wake up now. Then Wyatt and Bella lay their little heads on me... okay just a few more minutes guys.

Alarm 3, final alarm (don't judge): I turn off the alarm. Start to get up but then Bella (who is only snuggly in the morning) wants to be held and little Wyatt gives me his sad, but "Mom it is too early, come back to bed" look. I say, okay I will snuggle with you guys for a couple minutes but then I really have to get up. *Happy puppy sighs of contentment*


10 minutes later: Panic! "Guys, you are making me late! We have to get up, you guys need walked and I have to go to work!" I rush out of bed and get ready for work. I am dressed waiting in the living room with the leashes. "Guys? Time to get up!" I hear Bella stretching out on the bed. "WALK! Let's go. WALK!" Bella and Wyatt slowly stretch and walk towards the door. They take their time doing their business on the walk, which of course leaves me freezing by the time I get back to the apartment. Then my oh so clever dogs look at me... hop right back on to the bed and say "Don't go to work, stay here where it is warm. Yea, stay and snuggle with us." I force myself to turn-away, give them their treat for the day (let’s be honest, it is bribery for them to be good dogs for the day) and begrudgingly head off to work with mis-matched socks and wet-hair all because my dogs have played up my weaknesses for more doggy-time.

"Don't go to work. Stay here and cuddle with us."

Snow-Dragons

When we first moved to Maryland one of my most common questions to people was "Do we get snow in the winter?" I would get a range of answers to "Yes, feet of snow!" to "barley any snow." Last winter we went pretty much the entire season without a true snowfall (or what this Colorado-native would call a snowfall). So I will probably still be dreaming of a white Christmas, because it looks Mother Nature isn't going to provide one. I know Colorado just received some snow, but before you start saying "if you wanted a white Christmas move back to Colorado" (ha, caught you didn't I). I will kindly remind you that I had plenty of snow-less Christmases in Colorado. Especially growing up in the deserty-Grand Valley. But when it did snow, no matter how little we always made the best of it.

When we were little we would go sledding on the "sledding hill." I would usually be too scared to actually go down the hill until my brother, brother or cousin offered to ride down with me... and even then I was a little scared. But eventually the fear wore off and I would gleefully ride to the bottom and then hike back up the hill, over and over until finally I was either too tired or too cold to make the trip again. Of course as the years went by the sledding hill became smaller and smaller and soon we moved on to hooking up the sledding disk behind the four-wheeler. One of us would drive and the other would hold on for dear-life as we bounced over the ruts in the field. We would have snowball fights, make snow-angels and generally live in the cold, wet snow whenever it visited our farm. Eventually our Carhart overalls and coats, and gloves would become soaked completely through and we would trudge back into the house and line up the coats, gloves and boots in front of the heater to dry.

Because snow was a fleeting occurrence on the farm it always held a certain amount of magic for me. There is something almost mystical about walking out into a snowy night. It is so quiet and peaceful, leaving you with the feeling that just about anything could happen. When I was a little girl my Mother would tell me stories of Snow-Dragons as we walked along the roads. She would point to the hills of snow that built up in the fields and say "Look! There is a snow-dragon sleeping, we have to be very quiet so we don't wake him!" Of course this thrilled and terrified me as a child; I was always on the lookout for sleeping snow-dragons. Even as an adult I find myself spotting them in the snowy landscapes. Maybe we will be blessed with snow this year and I will spot some Maryland snow-dragons.

Family

I went home for Thanksgiving to see my family, friends and Colorado. I was able to go for a hike, play with my adorable nephews, talk with my sister and spend time with my parents. I also was able to spend a little time with an Uncle and his wife that I hardly knew as a child. It wasn't that they didn't want to be there, they just thought they weren't wanted there; and my Mom thought that they didn't want to be there. And thus they weren't there. It is a odd story of what they accepted, and what we as people accept, as a reality. There is a lot of "I thought", "I assumed", "they said" and "I never thought about it" in the story. I find it interesting that we as people so readily accept the reality people build us, instead of building our own. Regardless it was a joy to discover an Uncle and Aunt during my trip.

My sister, Grandma and I

My other joy was to spend some precious time with my beautiful Grandma. My Grandmother has Alzheimer's and is in the very late stages. She is currently living in a special Alzheimer's wing of a nursing home. She had a couple of exceptional days while I was there which was such a blessing. I also saw her on a couple of the bad days, but I wouldn't have traded them for the world. My Grandma has taught me a lot about life, and even through this horrible disease she has taught me more: focus on the positive. When we visited with my Grandma we were constantly telling the happiest stories we could think of; those stories were what allowed her to smile and laugh in between the tears.

No one is perfect, and no one's family is perfect; but when we focus on the positive everything is easier to accept and allows us to see the good in every experience, even the really hard ones.

One Year in Maryland

It is hard to believe we have lived in Maryland for a little over a year now. After surviving the humidity of the summer I can now say that I really do love this state. It has such a nice blend of everything: South & North, Rural & Urban, Hiking & Water Activities, Ocean & Land and Culture & History. I have learned a lot about different cultures and sub-cultures while living here. I have also learned a great deal about myself and my own perceived notions about other people and cultures. When I first moved here I was so intimated by all of the different types of people. I was so afraid I would upset them by something I would say or do. I have since learned that a smile is always universal and you will almost always  get a smile back in return. Compassion and kindness are such simple things to give, and yet people hold on to them as if they were of short supply. I believe in trying to be the change in the world. Opening the door for someone, helping them lift something, letting a car in traffic, etc: such small things and yet they create such a big ripple. That has been one of my favorite things about living here, seeing that ripple. My second favorite thing about living here is all of the hiking. The trails, even through the summer, remain fairly unused. I love hiking in Colorado but sometimes with the two dogs we spent more time on the side of the trail letting people pass then actually hiking. Here in Maryland we can let Bella and Wyatt off the leash and not worry about running into other people. Bella loves "playing wild dog" in the woods. She will slip into stealth-mode running through the trees and bushes looking for squirrels to terrify. Wyatt usually stays on the trail with us, however he is usually behind us basking in all of the smells. It is funny the places life takes you. I would have never thought I would fall in love with Maryland and yet after a year here I can say that it is true; Maryland is truly a hidden, misunderstood, gem of the United States.

Happy Birthday Bella!

The day we adopted Bella

It is hard to believe that today our Bella dog turns four.  She has been such a blessing to our little family; acting  as guardian, nanny, play-mate and loyal companion. When we  moved back to Colorado in 2008 we knew we wanted to get  another dog for a variety of reasons. First, was for a  play companion for Wyatt, who is 100% terrier with a ton  of energy. Second, was so we could get a bigger dog for  running, hiking and "big dog activities". We also knew we  wanted to adopt a dog. We visited Max Fund and couple of  other places. It was heartbreaking to see all of those  amazing dogs without families. We fell in love with a lot  of dogs but were extremely concerned for Wyatt's safety  since the majority of them were full grown and Wyatt is  only a 25 lbs. So we left with sad hearts thinking we  would never find a dog to adopt, that is until we stumbled  upon Life-Line Puppy rescue; which is a no-kill rescue  that saves puppies from all around the Mountain Region. We  were able to take Wyatt with us to meet the puppies. We  met a few puppies that took right to us but not to Wyatt;  which was a problem we wanted a puppy that would bond to  all of us. We were about to leave when Jeremy and Wyatt  spotted this little black puppy huddled in the corner with  a small little Daschund puppy. "We have to see her." And  the rest is kind of history. She snuggled right up to  Jeremy and I and most importantly to Wyatt as well.

These two have been inseparable

since the day they met.

We aren't sure exactly what happened to Bella in her first  11-12 weeks on this earth, but it left her a terrified  puppy. She was scared of everything. The first week she  refused to be anywhere but either by Wyatt's side or on my  lap. She was terrified of Jeremy, sudden movement, other  dogs and other people. We began to take her to a weekly  puppy socialization class. Asking people to pet her and  feed her treats. Telling them that it was okay if their  dogs tried to play with her, even if she acted like her  world might end. This training helped her to see what the  world wasn't a terrifying place that she was safe and that  she was bigger and stronger than she thought she was. As  she grew it was almost comical to see her "hide" behind  Wyatt; but eventually she learned to take cues from Wyatt  and she began to love being outside and going to the dog  parks.

Bella is on look-out 

duty in this picture.

Beautiful Bella

It took her about 2 weeks to realize that Jeremy was a  good guy. They have been best of friends ever since. We  jokingly call Bella "Officer Bella". She has taken on a  guardian role for me and Wyatt. She is always on alert,  always clears the apartment first, warns of suspicious  behavior (even when sometimes it isn't that suspicious)  and comes to Wyatt's aid when he needs her. When Jeremy is  home you can almost see her switch to off-duty. If you  could ask her Bella would probably say that she loves  "pack" adventures above any other regular adventure; these  adventures must include Wyatt, Jeremy and I and usually  involve hiking, swimming, ball chasing and more. You can  almost feel her enthusiasm on days that we are all  together. Can't say I blame her, our pack is pretty  special and Bella helps keep it that way.

Take me out to the ballgame...

We were able to catch our first Orioles game today. Camden Yards is a beautiful ballpark and we lucked out with nice weather. We also were able to get great seats we were in Row 3 on the first base side. It was a great day at the ballpark.

Baltimore Harbor

Babe Ruth Statue, he grew up in Baltimore.

Stadium

View from our seats!