SMOKE SESSION, and the cellphone bill.

We had a home-coming party for Gabe Friday night.  It was the first time he and his dad were able to sit down and drink socially and they were so funny!  Steve was in the Air Cav. and earned his golden spurs while serving in the Gulf during Desert Storm.  Gabe is a Cav. scout and is looking forward to wearing the Cav. stetson and golden spurs with his dad when he returns.  He made the the mistake of dropping Steve's well decorated stetson and his father smoked him, ordering him to drop down and do some push ups.

I got a 9x12 envelope in the mail the other day from my cell phone company.  We had just switched plans and I was thinking it was an information packet.  It was not.  It was my detailed bill.  There were 83 pages to my bill.  They reduced it down to fit 4 pages on each sheet, but that was still 21 sheets of paper!  And what took up all of that paper?  2106 text messages!  Gabe's, of course!  How the heck do you type up 2106 text messages.  I'd have hard enough time typing 2106 messages on a full sized keyboard with both hands and all 10 fingers, I couldn't imagine doing it on a teenie, tiny cellphone keypad.

Gabe left this morning.  We didn't say 'goodbye', he insisted on 'laters'.  Poor little Rocky has been unhappy all day.  I imagine I will be fine... until the day he actually flies out to the Gulf region.  That will be within the next two weeks and will last for a year.  It will probably be the longest year in my life.  I thought it was hard having my husband in a war zone, and it was... but the thought of my son there is on a totally different level, one that I believe even my husband shares with me although he is not as open about it as I.  Fly time, fly.