Sun's Out!

The sun came out today, scattering the fragments of a very long, drab spell that had locked up our little town of Mountain Home, Idaho.  The constant drizzle and dampness has been a stark contrast to the unending sunshine and dryness of last summer; it seems that this area experiences a seasonal split personality that tricks the resident into believing that the current state of the weather will never change.

                Well, with the sunlight finally breaking through the clouds I have decided that it is time for at least a small entry on this blog. Whoever reads this hasn’t really missed a whole lot, since most of the past six months has been swallowed up under the ravenous appetite of that two-headed monster, night shift work and sleep.

                We bought a house, an uncomplicated Idaho-style single story home with three bedrooms, a large kitchen, and beautiful family and living rooms.  So far, it has been our favorite part of living in Mtn. Home. We are so excited for the warmer weather to arrive and allow us to complete some of the fun projects around the house!

                I have been grappling with the prospect of possibly starting school again. I have applied to the Idaho State University’s grad program to start my Master’s of Science as a Family Nursing Practitioner. If I get in, I would start in May. We have yet to really get the spiritual go-ahead, but I am just moving forward in the best direction that I can figure out right now.

                Stephanie is as beautiful as ever, and has been a real support to me while I have stressed over my job and grown more accustomed to military life. She wears multiple mother/wife hats as entertainer, dancer, Thomas the Train fanatic, chef, babysitter, reluctant disciplinarian, diet advocate, and family glue. Braeden is the recipient of most of these things (she doesn’t feel very reluctant when disciplining me, for example, and it would shatter Braeden’s world if he learned the truth about how we really don’t care all that much for Thomas the Train).

                I have a remote-controlled helicopter that I got from my mom for Christmas. In danger of sounding like an eight-year-old, I will admit that I play with it on a daily basis and sometimes dream about owning more of them (bigger, very expensive ones of course!).

                Well, my eyelids are beginning to twitch as my cerebral lights commence their nightly automatic shut-off. It is 2 a.m. and I must change gears in order to find an activity that will maintain some semblance of wakefulness throughout the rest of my shift.  Apparently, I am still unable to feel normal at this time, even after working night shift for six months.