Memorial Musings.....

Clean White Bean.....



Stories always sound better when read by Grandmother....

The secret to our relationship........

Home sweet home.......

We live in a tri-level house that is cool in the summer and toasty warm in the winter. We have clean, running water at our fingertips. We can cook at ease and refrigerate at will. I have a wonderful job where i help others, get paid well, and only work about 15-20 hours a week. The hubby *hopefully still* gets to work in a field he enjoys, that pays fairly well, and gives us medical and dental benefits. He can arrange his schedule to be able to spend alot of time with our child AND where we dont have to send the wolverine to daycare.



We go to the grocery store whenever we want and buy pretty much whatever we want. We have two cars and are able to fill up the tank *even though we moan and complain* whenever we need to. The three of us are healthy and if we werent our insurance would at the least make most illnesses affordable. We dont live in the swankiest neighborhood, but we are in a wonderful school district. Our house isnt the nicest decorated, but everyone has a bed, bath, and beyond. Our clothes wont turn heads most days, but we are covered and sometimes stylish.



If we wanted to get in the car or on a plane and travel we could without too much hassle...although the cost can be alot....we can still get around. We enjoy time with friends and go visit family on occassion. All this with no hassle. *Unless you count family in general as a hassle. ha!



We can vote. We can speak our minds. We can do pretty much whatever we want unless its illegal or harmful to someone else.



We can pray or worship if we choose, who we choose, when we choose, how we choose....or not.



The place i live is pretty alright. Even with all her faults, i appreciate the good and the advantages i was born into. But i realize down thru the ages alot of people have laid down there lives for this place...some willing and some not. People before me have not just espoused rhetoric....not just talked platitudes.....some people down the line have gotten their hands dirty to build something. And now here we are.



On Memorial Day i think about that. I think about not just those that have served in the Military, although their deeds arent forgotten. I think about the regular people who for whatever reason found themselves in a position to make a difference and they did. I remember all the people who have contributed to this place i call my home. And i wonder to myself if when my time comes to make a difference i will have the courage and wisdom to do so. To do my part in helping continue building the United States of America.