Jr Slash N Dash Biathlon 2009

It was that time of year again, where school is about to start and the summer activities comes to an end. 15 August, both of My Ladies participated in MWR's (moral welfare recreation) junior biathlon, called, The Splash N Dash. The CrazyOne was VERY stoked that she was now the magic age of participation:6.

You Mean Rice Doesn't Grow Like This???

Home schoolers wanted to know where did rice come from? Or did not believe their parents about where rice came from. So, us parental units felt that this (Japan) was a great place, ripe with opportunity to answer, or prove this inquiry for the inquisitive or disbelieveing (or mind; thus the Rice Trip was contemplated, planned, organized, and executed. It was a learning experience...

Her...

04:12hrs and I find I cannot sleep any more than when I first began my futile attempts at 22:40hrs...
Sitting up, I ease myself out of bed and decide to have a little company while I'm up;
So letting SuicideGirl out of her kennel, she accompanies me down the stairs and into the already bright morning. I cross the living room and step to the sliding glass door.
I exhale deeply, pushing back the closed hanging blinds and undoing the lock and latch to let my sleepy, four-legged companion out into the yard. I join her and let the light and heat of the morning settle around me as the birds and insects surround us with their tumultuous sounds.

The Fourth and Our Eleventh

(picture taken of wedding picture: photo has beem stuck to glass for years & can't find negitives)
I am in an obliging mood and felt the call to update this place in an uncharacteristic, remotely timely manner.
This past Fourth of July was not only the celebration of the US's birthday but of the 11th wedding anniversary of SailorStudMan and I.

First Kyu!!!

I realized I forgot to put this into the post of "Our Spring," along with a couple of other stuff.

As the few readers of this place know, I am very much into aikido and practice it as often as I can. Leaving the US and my dojo,AOM so abruptly left a big hole in me and I floundered aimlessly about, looking for a replacement dojo. I had just recently healed up from having a very broken right forearm (see: Found It!!!, And So It Calls), and was ready to start training in the birth place of aikido. So, I tried out the two aikido dojos here on base hoping that at least one of them also did training off base too.