Mr Flexeril is my new best friend

Forgive me fellow Bloggers. It has been 11 days since my last post.

It has been crazy around here. Lots of things have been going on in the Bigun Household. As most of you probably already know I missed Biguns "Shamrock 10k". Due to a flare up of pain in my neck from 3 herniated disks. I just couldn't get out of bed. Miserable is an understatement. Unbearable for other people is a little more accurate. I needed to spare any and all who may have come in to contact with my irritable, pain inflicted, un-charming personality. Yes, I too can be a leetle bitchy at times.

Thankfully for all of those who know me, my Doc had prescribed Flexeril and Oxycodone for "those really bad days". Admittedly, Without Mr. Flexeril, I don't think I could have managed. I try to avoid adding drugs to my system. Taking Tylenol is a big deal to me. Last weekend though, Di's drug induced stupor was best for everyone.

Enough about that. I am feeling worlds better and moved rapidly through the rest of the week to Wednesday. An old friend of mine, Lisa, and her two teenage daughters from North Carolina came to visit.

When my girlfriend Lisa was pregnant almost 18 years ago with her oldest daughter I was there. She had a real schmuck for a husband who walked out on her and her soon to be new baby girl ( best thing that could have happened to her then). Lisa was only 2 months pregnant. So, as friends do, we shared her pregnancy. She had a tough go of it towards the end and was restricted to "bed rest". I don't think she ever really obeyed the whole bedrest thing. So, to keep her in a state of "rest" so to speak, we watched Topgun. Over and over and over. I watched Topgun more times during her pregnancy than I ever dare admit. I still cannot watch Topgun without remembering sitting on the floor of her apartment rubbing her belly while we watched Val Kilmer flaunt his awesomely HAWT bod. Sick. We ate a lot of popcorn too. I no longer eat popcorn. I do still drool over Val Kilmer though. Love a man with a flat top in a uniform. Too hot.

Lets not forget, he was hot in The Doors....... oh and he is definitely the BEST Doc Holliday the silver screen has ever had....remember that scene where he twirls his tin cup? Hot. Oh and lets not forget "I'm your Huckleberry" SO.HOT. He can be my Huckleberry...Wait, this post isn't about Val. WTH am I doing?

So, let me finish the story I was originally telling....

It didn't take Lisa long to meet a really great guy who loved her and her beautiful daughter. They married and share another amazing and beautiful daughter who is now 15. Bigun and I had a house filled with the chattering, bickering, laughing, wonderful voices of the 17 and 15 year old girls for the last 3 days. On top of that, I don't think Lisa and I ever stopped talking either. Bigun was inundated with women. Ouch.

Thursday night I had to leave the 3 girls to their own devices. The girls shopped, Bigun and I attended the annual West Point Founder's Day Dinner. It had been 6 years passed since we attended one of these dinners. I enjoy getting together with everyone and meeting new people. Bigun would rather have his teeth pulled. The dinner was really nice. We had a delicious meal. Talked with people we hadn't seen in a while and made new acquaintances with people we'll be seeing again soon. Right around dessert The Commandant of West Point stepped up to the podium. I expected to be bored out of my mind. Truly, I did. Been there. Done that. To my surprise, boredom would least describe my experience. Not only was General Hagenbeck personable and interesting. He came across as genuinely driven in the task of making West Point the best it can be. The programs they have introduced and the opportunities they are offering to the future leaders of our Military and our country are astounding.
For those of you who don't know, I grew up in a military family. I married a military man. Although Bigun and I are now civilians, my friends- lifelong friends - are Army and Army wives.(beat navy) My life doesn't revolve around the military but the military is an intrinsic part of who I am. I am proud of and hold my head up high to that fact. The USMA , West Point, understands that the future of our Country and it's freedom rests on the indelible fact that we will need strong leaders. They have stepped up to the plate and plan on holding themselves accountable to the future of the United States of America and it's Citizens - Americans. You. And me. The faces in this photo ARE our future protectors.

Making a political statement on my blog is not my intention. I don't wish to rial anyone's feathers. If what I am about to say causes anyone to stop reading my blog - so be it. This I must say - I agree with John McCain on something very important. McCain does want to see an end to this war. We all do. Our men and women are dying at the hands of cowards who fight behind women, children and car bombs. This is not something I want to see continue. Like John McCain, I believe that if we do not "win" this war before we leave Iraq and Afghanistan, we WILL be fighting a war of terror on our own soil. These cowards will come to our country in droves and kill as many of our citizens as they can. The death of America and her Citizens is their life mission. The Terrorists believe in their mission to abolish Americans, our government, our lives. This will be the difference if we leave now without a true "win" over terror. You won't know who the terrorist is until they kill you or someone you love. These cowards will not be walking through our streets in uniforms with weapons slung over their shoulders. They are NOT soldiers. They are NOT brave. They'll be hiding in the shadows and will strike when we aren't looking. They'll shoot us when our backs are turned. They'll bomb our places of business and our schools. They'll kills thousands more men, women and children who have no fight with the terrorists or their religious beliefs. They WILL kill Americans who are just living their daily lives. Hoping for a peaceful night of sleep will be the farthest from your worries.

I will not apologize for what I believe. My point is - the Founders Day Dinner boosted my hope in the future of our Country and the men and women who will be it's future leaders. I'm proud to be affiliated with such an outstanding Institution. I am proud of being an American and I am proud of the men and women who are putting their lives on the line for us every moment of every day.
On a lighter note- we came home from Thursdays dinner to my girlfriend and her daughters. Bigun had to hit the sack. I on the other hand climbed into the Minivan with Lisa and the girls for a midnight run to Steak and Shake. LOL I can't remember the last time I went out for a midnight run ( in my nightgown and sweat shirt) for a shake. All of us were in our jammies. What a sight for the poor fellow at the drive thru!! We had so much fun this weekend. We ran the gamut of rollercoasters at Busch gardens on Friday. Shopped, literally, til we dropped on Saturday. Enjoyed a great dinner last night and a friend of Lisa's family, Adam, came over from Orlando to join us. Adam is smitten for Lauren, the 17 year old. There is no doubt, Lauren feels the same about Adam. This is his first year at College and I have no doubt you will all see his name one day with the likes of Sam Raimi and Steven Spielberg. He is a motivated young film student with the brains and work ethic to get where he wants to go. He is such a nice, genuine young man. I can see why Lauren adores him.

Alex, the 15 year old is boy crazy. Surprisingly she didn't suffer any whiplash this weekend. I was certain that as much as she spun her pretty little head to check out the "hotties" she would need a neck brace by Sunday. They are both amazing young women. Lauren is soft spoken, easy going and sees the beauty in everything. Alex is as saucy and strong willed as her Mother and is full of ideas for her future.

The girls left this morning to drive back to NC. 10 minutes out the door and I was already missing them. I kept hoping Lisa would turn around and come back for today and leave tomorrow morning. It didn't happen. That shit only happens in the movies. The rest of us real people, we know we have to work on Monday. WTF?

Now. This week Bigun's Mom is coming down for a visit and will be joining us in the fun and festivities of Bigun's 43rd birthday party this coming Saturday. The house is a wreck. It was a wreck before the girls all arrived. They didn't mind that fact at all. Bigun and I have to motor to get the house in shape for the party. In addition to working, daily activities, Bigun training, we have to put the dining room back together, wash laundry, move furniture, and try to get in some sleep.

Talk to you again in another 11 days!!!