Ryan was rushed to the emergeny room twice with temps of 102 and 103. She was later diagnosed with the flu. A day later my poor hubby ended up with a temp of 102 and the flu. Cooper and I seemed to avoid it then the Coop started his asthematic cough and wheez, and for the first time in my entire life I had come down with bronchitus. It was and still is an awful ailment to have. The cough is constant and painful. The doctor at the clinic in Mesquite gave me some meds. One being this exquisite cough syrup.

   I have heard stories praising Tussionex for its medical use and some recreational. I had avoided taking it until yesterday due the fact you can’t work and function while dosed up on such a srong medication. Well, all I can say is that not only is the cough fleeting, but I’m in some wicked majestic state of euphoria.

   My mind is going a thousand miles a minute while my body is moving at a slow relaxed pace. I have all these thoughts going through my head and noone to communicate them to. Yeah, Gregg started mids so all normal night routines have ceased. I find myself…blogging. Yes, the ultimate boredom solution. So tonight I will immerse myself in blog dicking and revel in my drugged state.

   Alot of new things have come about. The most drastic development of course being the December news of us PCSing to England. It took us by suprise. We had not planned this departure nor welcomed it. We were actually attempting to be stationed at Moody AFB in Georgia for a year or so. For the past year my hubs so called “dreamsheet” was littered with the request Moody AFB – Valdosta,Ga and other bases near the one we requested.   

   He had even written a letter to the commander in November stating why he requested Moody, what his intentions were, and even threw in some random paragraphs praising their Security Forces institution. Mind you this base has the highest deployment rate in the whole United States Air Force, but that didn’t matter. We had very relevant and valid reasons for wanting this move. It was extremely crucial that we get there. It was the completion of our life we thought and still think the same way.

   The day my awesome husband had his meeting with the commander. Which took all of three weeks to get due the the infamous chain of command rule. He had rehearsed our proposition over and over again to make sure he, the commander, understood why we needed to be stationed in Georgia. I actually wrote the letter with help from Gregg  and made sure to fill it with the right amount of sentiment and logic.

  All were there. The First shirt, his supervisor, and of course the commander. Gregg addressed the issues we had and they all passed around our heartfelt letter as he spoke about the topic at hand. That’s when the commander said this classic bit. “You’re gonna PCS, but it ain’t to Georgia or anywhere in the states for that matter.”

BAM…JUST LIKE THAT…

   He was then told of his upcoming move to England,why he was chosen for this tour, and that his job was classified and he would learn more about it when he arrived in Alconbury . They gave their apologies and claimed they acknowledged his reasoning for wanting to be there. He asked if he could deny these orders and get to Moody, but that was quickly squashed by the commander since they had apparently “chosen” Gregg for the job.

   Then he made the phone call home to relay the message. He said, You’ll never guess what’s in my hand. I responded with a my normal sarcastic answer and then said, hopfully orders to Moody. Then he just said it. I’ve got orders, but they’re for Alconbury, UK..

BAM…Once again…just like that.

   My emotions were confusing. I felt excitement, but I started crying. I realized that even though this was an amazing opportuniy I was sad and scared. Sad because we wanted to get somewhere else. We wanted Moody. Somewhere in my head I just knew we would get stationed there because our main reason was so prevelant. So important to us. We had already been looking at homes to buy in the area. It was going to be our first home with our whole family. The news was a blow to that dream. I was scared for the normal reasons. I’m scared of flying and having children on an international flight is even more damaging to my psyche. The thought of being so far away from every one we love and barely get to see at all anyways was scary.

   I then came to the realization that as long as Gregg was by my side I didn’t care where we lived. My fears were instantly stifled by my dashing husband. He has a remarkable way with always making sure I understand that everything will be alright. Never in my life have I been blessed with so much happiness.

   I could go on glorifying this man untill the end of days. We will be together 5 years in November. I still feel the same about him as I did the first time we kissed. A kiss that lead to a wonderful life with my best friend. That’s right. We were friends for along time and got on just smashingly. The past 4.5 years I have woken up with his scruffy smile, spent the days discussing our life to come, and gone to bed with his long arm wrapped firmy around my chest for almost five years.

   With the move to England coming on so quickly we have slowed our other main objective. Having a baby. Just in the middle of us actually trying to get pregnant we discover that we’re moving an ocean a way. That was what was the most confusing. Do we keep trying and arrive in England pregnant with such a short time to get settled or do we wait a year or so and have more time to get it together. After a few short conversations about it we decided to just let it be. If it happens it happens. In all honesty we are trying. Just the thought of holding a little baby of ours is enough to  turn me on. Weird huh? Kinda abnormal.

  I miss the baby stage. The baby smell. My children are so big now that remembering their babydom is hard at times. They’re so intelligent and kind. I never would have imagined how sweet their little personalities would be as I was feeding them in the wee hours of their new fresh lives. I can only feel that having a baby with my amazing husband, seriously the alcolades could go on forever, would only bring us closer. So, I’m ready for this part of our adventure together. An adventure I look forward to every morning I wake up in his arms. 

  It’s crazy the thought of our baby being born in England. We more than likely won’t get to share it with family. It will be just the four of us and a prescious new life to love. That’s fine with me. A baby is all I have thought about for the past three months. What will it be? Who will it favor physically? The boys name is already chosen and the girls is halfway there. A girl would be lovely! Having the devine experience I had with Helen Ryan makes me yearn for a little girl. All the pinks and bows just call to me. I’m a girly girl. I can’t help but adore womanhood and help create it in my daughter.

   Ryan is my baby. I can’t help but look at her and feel an overwhelming since of pride. Her birth was quick and painless due to an emergency C section. I can still remember the radio being on and the song playing was Elton Johns I Guess That’s Why They Call It the Blues. It was perfect. Pure bliss. During the surgery one nurse blurted out, oh it’s red. Really red. I asked urgently what was red? Is she okay? I was worried to say the least. Then the same nurse reassured me of my babies health and then she laughed and said her hair was red. Bright red. This was monumental to me. My baby had the exact same hair color of my late father. A deep golden red. It will always be her trademark. What dominates all other physical features except maybe the light blue eyes she inherited from her mother. She’s an amazing child. She’s passionate about her life. She laughs loudly and sings quitely. One thing that always brings tears to my eyes is when she sings Part of That World from the Little Mermaid. It’s pure sweetness and how cool is it to have hair like the coolest princess of them all…Ariel.

   Then there is Cooper Radley. My baby. My mini me. He is quite, yet well spoken when he decides your important enough to here him speak. His birth was bittersweet because of his father and I seperating. He didn’t cry until the 2nd night he was home. He had a head full of dark bown hair which turned sandy blonde buy the time he was 4 months. He had enormous blue eyes which have since turned a beautiful pale green. Another trademark of my dad. He didn’t talk for a longtime. He had worried us so much that we had his hearing tested twice. When we placed him and Ryan in daycare for the first time we chose the best daycare in town. It was almost a thousand dollars a month for one in daipers and one out of them, but it was the best facility to help raise intelligent and loving children. Just two months into his Pioneer Drive exposure he blossomed. Not only did he start talking, but from what the daycare teachers said he spoke clearer than most 4 year olds.He was just turning two at the time. Then he started to speak at home all the time. Hearing his sweet little voice was a blessing all in its self. Since then he has grown into a dinosaur obsessed, excessively curious, little man. He is a mommas boy though and I love every second of it and relish it before it stops. He already denies my kisses and only gives hugs when I drop him off at daycare. His teachers praise his quick learning habits and his polite manner constantly. One teacher has even referred to him as Gods perfect gift. I can fully agree with her on that one.

   So this is it. My mind is at peace and the powerful Tussionex serum has depleted my abiliy to stay awake.