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Deployment Fun...

My son is deployed on a Disney Cruise. Okay, not really. That's what I call deployment -- because Marine moms get to make up crap to cope with their babies in uniforms. For me, the best way is to consider my son is cruising and seeing the world on a great big Disney cruise ship complete with Mickey Mouse and Daisy Duck.

This morning, my son emailed me that his ship received care packages from random kids stateside. And how sweet that schools do this for the Marines/Navy? They are SOOO excited to get snacks and food from home. Anyway, Jonah says, "Look at some of these notes. These kids are savage."

They all had a good laugh sharing some of their encouraging notes.

"Fingers crossed you make it friend"

"My life is great and I love my family I get to be with because your life is

"I'm jenny from third grade and if you die it's going to be okay"

"Dear hero, thank you for your service, I sent some candy but don't eat too
much or you won't be able to run away fast enough"

"My teacher said I had to write something enjoy the candy"

"Dear deployed person, hope they don't make you stay deployed, good luck!"


Let me organize!! #ADD #NotWriting

My desk is a disaster. At the moment, I can't see what color it is. (It's white) but it is buried under details and lists and calendars and I'm so overwhelmed by it all. I'm moving. More on that in future posts, but that means, I have to organize my life here so I can pack it up into small boxes and carry it across the state. Well, pay someone else to carry it across the states, but you get my drift. Anyway, I'm panicked. I'm a fourth-generation Californian and most of my kids are here. My parents are here. But reality dictates that if I want to write and do what I was created to do, I need to move. I need to get away from the left-brain thinking of Silicon Valley where everyone can afford to drive a Tesla and thinks Gucci shoes are a staple.

Back to the desk. Usually, I have orderly routines that work well for my ADD self. I organized six people for the last 27 years and I did pretty well at it considering. But now, I cannot even organize myself and I am frustrated! My friend who works at Apple is coming over tonight to help me function like an adult.

(My son the engineer sent me this. I'm sorry I passed on this genetic defect, but there you go. May your frontal lobe function well, young padawan.)

I've decided moving must be much simpler for non-readers. I mean, packing up these books time and time again is getting OLD! I do have a Kindle, but it's gathering dust. I'd still rather read a book when my eyes are working well enough to read a book. Just finished Colleen's latest and she just gets better and better.


So I'm open to your suggestions. Soon, I will be in a place where Fiona has a yard. I have access to laundry and I'm not living like a college student. The last few years have been rough, but there is light at the end of the tunnel. If only I can shut down the panic mode long enough to get there!