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| Zach came home yesterday, and there was much rejoicing.
We cooked last night, and posted about it (with pictures). You can read about our adventure here.
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| Between chasing my once-an-immobile-baby-now-a-toddler; making a 90-page photo book documenting her extensive-- and well documented, pictorially-- history outside the womb; celebrating both our birthdays; making living arrangements, transportation arrangements, and adventure arrangements for the rest of this year; and cramming as much fun as I can into my remaining days in Oklahoma... (whew!)... Zach and I have made some changes to the website... with still more to come. Hurray for us!
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| I'm hoping to get pictures of our R&R up by the end of the day, but in the meantime...
I don't know why there's not a greater outcry about the proposed health care plan. As details emerge about its funding, I think everyone needs to know that it is going to be on the backs of senior citizens as Obama plans to cut Medicare coverage immensely to fund his program.
We live in a very selfish age when we neglect not only the wisdom and experience of our parents and grandparents, but also their lives. Calling on seniors to sacrifice their coverage for the "greater good" of the rest of the populace will haunt our President... if not now, if not when HE is older (he and the Members of Congress who vote for this measure have nothing to lose; they are covered forever), then certainly when he faces the One who said, "Rise in the presence of the elderly, show respect for the aged and fear your God; I am the Lord."
Here is an article from Heritage on the subject
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| Today is Cow Appreciation Day (I am not making this up). If you dress up as a cow and go to Chick-fil-A, you get a free meal. If you don't have a cow costume (who doesn't, but just in case), the good folks there have provided a starter kit which you can download at their website. Add some spots, and you're ready to go.
And yes, I am going, and I will also be dressing Shiloh as a cow. Pictures will follow.
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| Two years ago, while I was working for Mary, all of her staff took the Myers-Briggs personality tests. An interesting aside on that is that every person on her staff was a J... around twenty people. Additionally, every DC staffer was an extrovert, whereas all but one of her District staffers were introverts. Talk about personality profiling.
Tonight, I was reading Becky's Facebook status and noticed that she had re-taken an online version for kicks. I decided to do the same. I came up with the shocking combination of ESTP. P. P. P. To say that I was appalled would be a understatement. I am not a P. I began IMing with Becky, who was equally horrified. We immediately began searching for the source of this blasphemy. I realized that I had second-guessed a lot of my instinctive answers in favor of situational ones (i.e. "Hmm, I bet Zach would say that I actually ____" or "Well, actually, it's not practical to be quite so rigid on ___"). After such reflection, I went back and changed some of my answers.
After nearly two years of marriage to Zach and coexistence with the Army, I have learned that the DoD giveth and the DoD taketh away without any regard for practicality or principle (at whose altar the J Type does homage). I do not always submit to this sacrilege humbly, but I freely acknowledge that my signature on the marriage license was my own choice, and it was given gladly notwithstanding my knowledge that the crazies who run the system hold my husband's livelihood (and therefore my future) in their greedy little fingers. Basically, I can either attempt to assert my independence and get an ulcer, or I can embrace the serenity prayer and try to be a good wife to the husband I adore (who happens to be an indentured servant). Sometimes, when I am very wise, I choose the latter and am happier for it.
Anyway, the point is that after a culmination of eight and a half months of spotty communication; planning and re-planning, booking, and re-booking Zach's R&R; trying to read between the lines of the Army Wife Broadcasting System (acronym: BOLOGNA); and many other exciting team-building exercises, I find that the mental progression I've used to survive the last several months is causing me to radiate flippin' P tendencies. In fact, I think those results were only one letter off from Zach's personality profile: he's an introvert.
I'm proud that I am learning to adapt, but it's crampin' my style. Seriously, people, I'm really a J. So much so that I retook the test twice just to make sure. It says I am an ESTJ, the same personality, incidentally, as George W. Bush and Mrs. Rachel Lynde. I'm curious: how do we know this?
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