Thursday, July 30, 2009

Was my mom nuts?

So, I got a ginormous splinter in the bottom of my foot (The splinter incident of '09 happened a few weeks ago but I forgot to post about it) and I pulled a big piece of it out. Now I know what you are thinking...why was I not wearing shoes outside. Well, this happened inside the house! It is too hard to describe so just focus on a foot, wood and going against the grain.

I managed to pull out a big piece quickly, so I figured I must have gotten most of it out. But my foot continued to be really sore. I even got a sharp pain in my foot when I took a step. I put Neosporine on it and covered it with a band-aid. I can deal with the pain but I didn't want to get an infection.

Well, after a few days I was hoping that the skin would just heal over and the little splinter could live in my foot forever. People have rocks in their arms still from childhood bike rides gone wrong, so I thought leaving the splinter in would be fine. Notsomuch!

I tried digging it out of my foot which only made things worse. I honestly thought it was just a tiny piece that would be no problem. Finally, I starting thinking about when I was little. I remembered that my mom always put drawing salve on stuff like that. So, off to the pharmacy I go. I went to three different stores and they didn't have any. So I talked to three different Pharmacists and they looked at me like I was crazy.

Have any of you heard of drawing salve? Anyone? Or was my mom just nuts and made up some excuse to wipe goo on splinters. You know, making us think that it was helping to make us feel better about it all? Well, the good news is that I found out that my mom wasn't nuts! It may not be in stores anymore but I did find evidence of it's existence on the Internet.

Whatever happened to old school remedies huh? If I could have found some drawing salve I wouldn't have had to rip my foot up and yank out the following:

Like how I used my nail to show scale? I am on it tonight! :) The splinter looked so small to me because I could only see the head of it. The thing was sticking straight down and that is why everytime I stepped I got a pain. I was stabbing myself.

So the splinter is gone. There is no sharp pains when I step. And I know my mom isn't nuts! It is a great day!

Side note: If the sun would stay out, I could go outside and take pics about something interesting and you wouldn't have to hear about my splinters. :)

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Another New Nephew

Isn't he so cute!?! My younger sister, Alicia and her boyfriend, Steve, welcomed their little boy into the world on July 24th! Mason Ray Fowler (yes, family I said Fowler! Crazy I know!) was born 7 lbs. 3 ounces. Congratulations on your new addition Steve, Alicia, Morgan and Madison!

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Some Gave All

Aaron served with SGT Monti in 3-71 CAV at Fort Drum, NY. SGT Monti was a true hero in every sense of the word.


Raynham’s Jared C. Monti posthumously awarded Congressional Medal of Honor

By Susan Parkou Weinstein
RAYNHAM

Janet Monti was home nursing a cold when the call came in. At first, she thought it was a joke.A person who claimed to be a White House aide asked if she would be around for the next half hour. Ten minutes later, she was on the phone with the President.

“He said, ‘I hear you’re a little under the weather,’” she recalled of President Barack Obama’s first words to her. His next words made her swell with a mother’s pride.The president told her he had just signed a posthumous Congressional Medal of Honor for her son and would be presenting it to the family in the fall.

Three years after his death, U.S. Army Sgt. 1st Class Jared C. Monti, son of Paul Monti of Raynham and Janet Monti of Winterville, N.C., will receive the nation’s highest military honor for bravery.

He becomes only the sixth solider from Iraq and Afghanistan to be so recognized.For his mother, the moment was bittersweet.

“All I could think was ‘We’re going to meet the president, but it’s because my son died,’” she said.
Jared Monti was killed by enemy fire on June 21, 2006, while trying to rescue wounded comrades in the mountains of Afghanistan. He was 30.

He died as he lived, with heroism and compassion, those who knew him say.

“He was generous, respected and professional. Everyone in the Army will talk the same way about him,” said Master Sgt. Lee Power who served with Monti at Fort Drum. “He had a quiet confidence. Some people try to sell themselves, but that was not Jared. He knew his job inside and out.”

Jared dreamed of being in the military since he was a child, his mother recalled.And he had the adventurous spirit to match.

When he was 4, he disappeared while playing in the backyard and she found him dangling by the hood of his sweatshirt on the other side of the stockade fence.He once stayed home from school with a fierce migraine but was soon discovered climbing a tree. He seemed to have a guardian angel on his shoulder.

“He was just very lucky. He lived on the edge but he never got hurt,” Janet Monti said.
Jared wanted to be a pilot. When Janet Monti visited her sister in Virginia Beach, she would bring home photos of planes flying out of the Norfolk naval air force base. “That’s all he talked about.”

But chronic headaches kept him from flying. He enlisted in the Army in March 1993.By the time he graduated Bridgewater-Raynham High School in 1994, a star athlete and New England wrestling champion, Jared was ready to serve.

He trained at Fort Sill, Okla. and was one of the first soldiers to undergo forward observer training with the 86th Airborne.

His generosity was as natural as his ability to lead, colleagues say.
At Fort Bragg, he gave away a $500 kitchen table to a fellow soldier whose children were eating on the floor. In Bosnia, he drove children to school in his Humvee. He gave away all the new clothes his family sent him.

He could have taken a medical discharge after Kosovo from injuries suffered in his numerous parachute jumps. But he signed up for another tour when he learned the men he trained were being deployed.

He arrived in Afghanistan with Task Force Spartan in February 2006. Four months later, his team was occupying a surveillance position when it was ambushed.

Power was in Iraq watching armed forces news when Monti’s face appeared on the screen.
“It took the wind out of me. All his colleagues will tell you it was a blow to them when he fell,” he said.

Janet Monti said she called her mother in Virginia Beach after she spoke to Obama. She was so excited, “I thought she was going to jump through the phone.”

Jared Monti will live on in his hometown where a street corner has been dedicated to him and a children’s park and college scholarship bear his name.

Power said a new building to train fire specialists at Fort Sill will also be named after him.But the medals and honors won’t erase a mother’s pain.

After the Fort Sill dedication and the medal ceremony in the fall, “that’s it,” Janet Monti said. ‘It’s just too hard and it doesn’t get any easier.”

It was emotional for Bob Crown to learn Jared had been awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor. It was his former son-in-law Derek who Jared saved that fateful day in June.

“Jared’s death tore this family apart. He was still a kid in my eyes,” Crown said. “He deserves this. He deserves this.”
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SGT Monti, you will never be forgotten!

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Can you see it?

I took this picture in a parking lot. I was parked there visiting the Botanical Garden a week or so ago. I didn't want to post it with the flower pictures because it didn't seem to fit right. But after thinking about the idea, I thought this picture deserved its own post.

I wasn't always a person who appreciated her surroundings. I even to this day I have moments where I let scenery fly by without even glancing at it.

One of the cool things about having a soldier for a husband is being transferred to different places I wouldn't have been fortunate enough to see other wise. I saw a lot of beautiful horses and horse ranches in KY. I loved visiting the lighthouses in ME. I enjoyed visiting Bolt Castle and seeing the Thousand Islands in NY. But I have to tell you, AK is the most beautiful place I have been yet. There is beauty EVERYWHERE! OK, so maybe not in downtown Anchorage but the mountains surrounding it are magnificent.

I am trying to take in everything. We won't be here forever so I want to see all the beauty and maybe take a few pics along the way. You may not live in AK but I assure you there is beauty all around you. Can you see it?

Can you see all the shades of green that surround you in the summer? Can you see the beauty in the light shining through your windows. Can you see the tiny little flowers on the side of the road fighting through the grass? Can you see the beauty in the smile of your child with the chocolate mess all over their face?

Take a few extra minutes out of your day to SEE the BEAUTY around you not just drive or walk by it. I guarantee you won't be disappointed. And thanks for whoever took the time to write this on a random curb! What a simple yet poignant idea.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Note to Self

Dear Jackie,

What are you thinking? You are not 18 anymore. You cannot drink a soda at 8 o'clock at night and expect to get a decent nights sleep. I hope this tossing and turning all night has taught you a lesson.

Regards,

Your 32 year old self

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Pedicures make any day better!

I even managed not to kick the lady in the face. I hate being so ticklish!

Sunday, July 12, 2009

23:18 of Heaven

I got to talk to my best friend tonight. There is something about just hearing him say hello that makes my heart race! I can tell by caller ID it is him yet I still wait with anticipation to hear his voice. It is a calming, wonderful voice!

I got to talk to him for 23 mins and 18 seconds. It may not seem to some as a long time but in the military world you never know what you will get. Last deployment we have plenty 10 min conversations because that was the limit.

When I fell in love with him did I ever think that 23 mins and 18 seconds might be all the time we have in a week, no. I cherish every minute we do get to talk on the phone. I like his e-mails too (of course) but nothing will ever replace the shivers I get when I hear him say 'I love you'.

I know that during our 4 1/2 years of marriage, I have taken for granted (at least) 23 mins and 18 seconds of time we have gotten to be together. If I added up the hours and mins that I took for granted that we would always be together or wake up beside each other, I am sure I would hate myself.

That is what is great about deployment. It is a brutal reminder that I should never take any of the time we have to love each other lightly. I should never assume that there will be another opportunity for the snuggles while watching TV, the race to see who can answer the Jeopardy question or the private jokes just between us.

Deployment sucks. There is no tactful way to put it. And being a soldier's wife isn't easy. But I gladly talk to him for 23 mins and 18 seconds on the phone for a few months to be able to love Aaron for the rest of my life.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

What a place to gather you thoughts!

I took advantage of another beautiful day and ventured to the local botanical garden. Is there a better way to spend a warm, quiet day than wondering around a giant garden? Today there was not. I had a great time in the stillness of the place. As always click each photo to enlarge it!








My favorite! It maybe top five of all the pictures I have taken.

(Just so you know I made this out of focus on purpose to focus on the yellow middle.)


As you can tell most of the photos are extreme close-ups. I attached my 10x macro lens to my 18-55 mm lens. It was pretty awesome how much detail I could capture. I look forward to experimenting more with my lenses.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Mount Marathon Race

I spent the Fourth of July with friends in Seward yesterday. God has blessed me with great neighbors (Chris, Kirsten and their daughter, Addison) and they invited me along to spend the day with them. Seward is about 3 1/2 or 4 hours south of Anchorage. It is a little touristy town that reminded me a little of Ellicottville back home. It was a beautiful place! I am looking forward to Aaron and I visiting together when he gets home.

The main reason for the trip was to watch Chris's dad, Bill, compete in the annual Mount Marathon Race. I wasn't sure what to think of the whole idea on the way down but once we got there I couldn't believe he would attempt something like this!

Here is the mountain that made up the race. Isn't that nuts! This picture doesn't do it justice it is very high! People come from all over to compete in this race. They were announcing runners from far away as Virginia.

This is Bill crossing the finish line. It was his 10th year competing. I was amazed! I don't think I could have crawled up that mountain. There was a little drama to the day. The runner who was in first collapsed a few hundred meters from the finish line. He even tried to crawl but his body was having none of it. The ambulance had to come and get him.

Kirsten and I enjoying the beautiful! We were only a few of thousands of people who invaded the town for the race, parade and festival that took place. The emcee announced that Seward had gone from it's regular 3,000 residents to over 20,000 that day. No wonder it was a chore finding a parking space!

Kirsten's little girl, Addison. She had a blast playing with all the rocks while we waited for the runners to come off the mountain.

A random pic of Seward.