I'm doing it again. I promised myself I wouldn't, but I'm doing it again. I'm prowling the web for information, anything... new or old, about my son, his unit, his base, and OIF in general. I even visited the Final Roll Call site (so sad, I cry every time). I need help! And truffles! Yeah, chocolate truffles. And maybe some stinky smoked oysters. And wine? From a box? Circa 2006? Yeah, that would do the trick! I'm feeling better just thinking about it.
Dickidoo is still in the woods with the Geriatric Hunting Club. Thats what I call him and his little group of hunting buddies. I keep threatening to get him a walker, cover it with camo duct tape and slap a gun rack on it, with maybe a little toilet paper holder on one side. I haven't heard from him since the day he left last week. They should be home today or tomorrow. I hope he's over his cold by now. Its been so peaceful in the house without all of his hacking and coughing. Still, it'll be nice to have someone to pick on again. The house really has been almost too quiet.
Art and Becca leave for the State Marching Band Championship in Fort Collins tomorrow. They are currently 8th in their division. Yay Mesa Ridge! Hopefully they will make it to the finals and Dickidoo will drive us up on Saturday to watch them compete.
Its been nice having Zack back home. He's still a computer hog though. He has a new laptop, but he doesn't like the little finger pad thingie so he's always on this thing. What a guy! I'm making him buy a mouse for the laptop today! We only have him for another week or so. Dickidoo's friend who got him the job is already calling to ask when he is coming back. Hey, I just got him back! Give me a second buddy! Grrrrrr! Oh well, they won't hold his job forever. I just hope he has time to get his license before he leaves again.
Well, Rocky is home sick today, with the flu most likely. I just fed her breakfast and now she's acting bored so I better go and give her a little TLC, poor little thing. If she's feeling bad now, she's going to feel like kaa-kaa tomorrow! Ah, but Daddy will be home by then. Dickidoo tends to fuss over his little girls when they get sick. Hmmmm, what about me Big Guy, huh? What about me! I was sick first! I gave you the cooties, remember? When do I get some of that TLC huh? Grrrrrrrrrrrr! I hate being self sufficient sometimes. Oh well, where are those truffles?
Only happy thoughts for Camp Striker.