Dh came home from school the other day and told me the name of one of his professors. I gasped in awe, and asked, "for real?" in my best valley girl impression. And sure enough, his professor's name is Edmund Fitzgerald. For those of you (aka my sisters) who haven't spent the last few years of their lives obsessing over maritime history (and really, maritime museums are a good idea for family vacation activites), Edmund Fitzgerald was the name of the ship that was lost in one of the most famous Great Lakes shipwrecks.
I've been intrigued by this for the past few days and have looked up more details about the wreck from some of the the most reliable sources known to man, including my favorite, wikipedia. And this paragraph reminded me of so much: "A documentary created and aired by the Discovery Channel investigated a large "fold" found in the hull plating... Through the use of wave tanks and computer simulation, the Discovery Channel team concluded the loss of the SS Edmund Fitzgerald was due to a Rogue wave." Oh yes! I remember now! Also on our family vacation, I made/encouraged my sisters watch the aforementioned Discovery Channel program. Hence my new-found fear of rogue waves.
Also on the wikipedia entry, it says that "Coast Guard Cutter Woodrush [the cutter who was sent to the scene] was replaced by a brand new buoy tender in 2001, USCGC Maple. On her maiden voyage, the Maple visited the final resting place of the Edmund Fitzgerald and dropped the last Woodrush life ring down to the wreck."
I love stuff like this! Perhaps I'll see if Netflix has any documentaries about it and I can add it to my queue.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
You know your husband is a cutterman when...
He can back a ship in to its moorings faster than he can back a car into its parking space.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Dear God, thank you for...
Our preschool is a Christian preschool. Pretty much this means we read Bible stories and pray before meals and snacks. The prayer is my favorite part. Each class has helpers (line leader, door holder, and then the prayer helper). The prayer helper can choose to sing a song (to the tune of Frére Jacques)
God our Father, God our Father
Once again, once again
We bow our heads to thank you
We bow our heads to thank you
A-men, a-men
... or the children can say their own prayer. That's where it gets good. We get a lot of what I call "look around" prayers. They go something like this. "Dear God, thank you for our friends, our teachers, our moms and dads, our brothers and sisters. Thank you for our snacks, for our juice, for our napkins, for our cups, for our chairs, for the ceiling..." It's cute how they are truly thankful for everything that they see. We do sometimes have to cut them off and help them say, "in Jesus' name, Amen."
I babysat for one of my students and her sister last weekend. Before I put the girls to bed, I prayed with them. I usually pray that the girls will sleep well and thank God (usually) for the good time we've had together. I let Rosie, my 3-year-old student, go first. I was kind of surprised when she prayed, "Thank you God for my mom and dad, and our house, and for Hollywood..."
God our Father, God our Father
Once again, once again
We bow our heads to thank you
We bow our heads to thank you
A-men, a-men
... or the children can say their own prayer. That's where it gets good. We get a lot of what I call "look around" prayers. They go something like this. "Dear God, thank you for our friends, our teachers, our moms and dads, our brothers and sisters. Thank you for our snacks, for our juice, for our napkins, for our cups, for our chairs, for the ceiling..." It's cute how they are truly thankful for everything that they see. We do sometimes have to cut them off and help them say, "in Jesus' name, Amen."
I babysat for one of my students and her sister last weekend. Before I put the girls to bed, I prayed with them. I usually pray that the girls will sleep well and thank God (usually) for the good time we've had together. I let Rosie, my 3-year-old student, go first. I was kind of surprised when she prayed, "Thank you God for my mom and dad, and our house, and for Hollywood..."
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Who wants a quilt?
Well, over at Old Red Barn Co, they're giving away a quilt!!! It's easy enough - you just have to comment on her post, and you're entered in the drawing! Woohoo! Doesn't it look lovely? Someday I'll make a quilt that pretty.
Military 101
I should have known we were going to move again within the next few months. The sign? I just ordered return address labels.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Wedding Dress?
What in the world should I do with my wedding dress? What did you do?
Options:
1. Keep it - Oh yes, every female dreams of giving their dress to their daughter - but being a military spouse who moves every 1-3 years... it doesn't seem practical.
2. Donate it - Let someone else get enjoyment from my beautiful dress.
3. Trash it - the pictures are so much fun! But do I really need more pictures of myself?? There's no way I'll be able to convince DH to climb back into his whites... But you really should check out some trash the dress pictures. See Amy's examples... but then again, I'd really have wanted to do it in Hawaii rather than where I am now.
4. Sell it - we definitely could use the money, but it seems so anti-climatic.
5. Let it sit at my parents' house for a few more years - the perfect solution for the indecisive me! They love me enough to keep it for me, right?? ;)
Vote today!
Options:
1. Keep it - Oh yes, every female dreams of giving their dress to their daughter - but being a military spouse who moves every 1-3 years... it doesn't seem practical.
2. Donate it - Let someone else get enjoyment from my beautiful dress.
3. Trash it - the pictures are so much fun! But do I really need more pictures of myself?? There's no way I'll be able to convince DH to climb back into his whites... But you really should check out some trash the dress pictures. See Amy's examples... but then again, I'd really have wanted to do it in Hawaii rather than where I am now.
4. Sell it - we definitely could use the money, but it seems so anti-climatic.
5. Let it sit at my parents' house for a few more years - the perfect solution for the indecisive me! They love me enough to keep it for me, right?? ;)
Vote today!
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
I'm a Yankee...
and I know it.
Well, I'm a midwesterner first, and overall, I guess that makes me a Yankee. I'm not Southern, and I don't think the word "belle" could ever be used to describe me. And I'm cool with that. My dh is a Navy brat, and his parents are both military brats, but somehow the South still comes out in them.
For example:
Dh's mom wants her grandkids to call her Mamaw. That means my children will grow up saying "Mamaw." I hadn't ever heard of that before. I guess those of you Hannah Montana fans (the general majority of my readers - j/k) know that she had a grandmother visit from the South and Hannah called her Mamaw.
Personally, I think it sounds weird for me to say it in my Midwestern accent. It just doesn't flow naturally out of my mouth.
But somehow, after spending a week in the Smokies, it sounds better to me. Maybe I just had the time to mull it over, and realized it wasn't that big of a deal. Maybe it was having the chance to talk it out with my sister and friend. Maybe I realized after talking to a clerk who put on a t-shirt "should of went" that Mamaw isn't that bad. Maybe I saw my mom with her granddaughters (not my children) and realized whatever they call their grandmother, nana, mamaw, vovo... the love will still be there. Who knows... but whatever it was, I am ok with it.
Well, I'm a midwesterner first, and overall, I guess that makes me a Yankee. I'm not Southern, and I don't think the word "belle" could ever be used to describe me. And I'm cool with that. My dh is a Navy brat, and his parents are both military brats, but somehow the South still comes out in them.
For example:
Dh's mom wants her grandkids to call her Mamaw. That means my children will grow up saying "Mamaw." I hadn't ever heard of that before. I guess those of you Hannah Montana fans (the general majority of my readers - j/k) know that she had a grandmother visit from the South and Hannah called her Mamaw.
Personally, I think it sounds weird for me to say it in my Midwestern accent. It just doesn't flow naturally out of my mouth.
But somehow, after spending a week in the Smokies, it sounds better to me. Maybe I just had the time to mull it over, and realized it wasn't that big of a deal. Maybe it was having the chance to talk it out with my sister and friend. Maybe I realized after talking to a clerk who put on a t-shirt "should of went" that Mamaw isn't that bad. Maybe I saw my mom with her granddaughters (not my children) and realized whatever they call their grandmother, nana, mamaw, vovo... the love will still be there. Who knows... but whatever it was, I am ok with it.
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