Patrick and I in Chicago
After an absence, coming back to my blog feels like coming home.
The past few weeks has found me in Chicago, Las Vegas and Los Angeles. I have also turned 30.
We filled Patrickâ€™s short time home from Iraq with tickets upon tickets:
Los Angeles—Plane tickets (and TONS of shopping).
Although I miss him desperately, the little solace I have is in getting back into my routine. Unfortunately, I cannot seem to do much of anything until I have a clean house, and now, yes, a mowed lawn.
My first attempt at cutting the grass in our very contoured yard was an adventure. I have driven Ambulances in down town LA, a HMMWV and a tank at different times during a mock battle while in the Army, but the lawn mower was a bit of a challenge.
Mom proudly mentioned this feat to my father who quickly asked, â€œAnd did she mow a pattern into the grass?â€ (Like the infield of a baseball diamond.) After hearing my mom chuckle a â€œNo,â€ he asked, â€œWhere is her pride?â€
My answer? â€œOf course I did. It is called Chaos!â€
At least the neighbors wonâ€™t complain about the grass being too long.
I have lots of comments to discuss about the adventures Patrick and I went on, but for now I would like to just mention how happy I am to be back.