I'm online everyday. And everyday I think, I should blog a little more so my family in Ohio know what's going on in good ol' Maryland. So I'm going to try super hard to blog every single day from now until 2010. We'll see how that works. :)

Tomorrow is Adisson's 7th birthday. I can't believe my baby is seven already! SEVEN! He's such a good kid. I'm blessed and honored to be his mom. I'm going to be sure to let him know how great I think he is, but right now he's involved in a very intense conversation with his little brother and no one is whining/crying/fighting/yelling so I'm not interupting. :)

We have a lot of stuff going on this month. It's nice to be busy. Fortunately, it's not overwhelming. Adisson has his first Pack meeting on Monday. We'll have to hurry there as we have a military recognition ceremony we're attending on Monday as well. I hope we can get to both of them on time.

The house still hasn't sold. I'm not convinced we'll always have a house in Kentucky, I am certain it will sell at some point, so it is what it is. But because we're continuing to maintain a mortgage on a house that we still pay to keep lit up and with running water and paying our rent here in Frederick, we've had to budget our money a little better. It's a little difficult for us. I'm not saying we spend all we want on whatever we want all the time, that's DEFINITELY not the case. But a trip to McDonald's or picking up something for the boys while we're at WalMart, shopping for no reason, is something we've grown accustomed to. That will have to stop. :)

I've set a budget for myself for grocery shopping this week. Part of it has just become a game to see how cheaply I can get all of the things we'll need for two weeks. We have quite a bit of food in the freezer and cabinets, I just need a few things to prepare two weeks worth of meals. The trick will be to not give in one day and pick up fast food. I'm getting more and more tired as each week of my pregnancy arrives. Somedays it's all I can do to cook something from a box/can, but I am going to try really hard to work on that this coming pay period.

Even though money is tight, I have no problem seeing the blessings we have. Our bills are all paid, and on time, and there's never a time that the phone rings and I'm worried it's someone on the other end inquiring about a late payment. There's never a time I don't know if the kids will have food to eat. I sometimes wonder whether or not they will eat what I fix, but I always have food to prepare. The house is always warm, the water is always on. No one is coming to repossess the van. And most importantly, I have my boys...the two playing so nicely together and the one that is growing and growing in my ever expanding belly and we're all healthy.

I have some worries. The house is still for sale and we're approaching a time of the year when we've had issues with needing home repair due to weather concerns. It will be hard to do that from here. The van is acting funny and Adam has no idea what the problem is, but I know it doesn't sound cheap or easy. But we're grateful. We're blessed. We've been provided all that we need and lots of things we have asked for.

I'm getting more and more sad that the house hasn't sold yet. It's disheartening and I'm struggling. So today I stopped by my own blog to listen to Hillsong sing Came to My Rescue. I'm certain that God will come to my rescue and that our house will sell in God's time. I worry and I know that God says not to worry. That He will provide for us. And He has. I just need to remind myself that this all has a timeline, it's just not mine.

I called, You answered...and You came to my rescue.

Yesterday the shootings at Ft. Hood took place. It seems weird to do anything else today because my mind is never far from thinking about those families affected by this tragedy. As an Army family, you instantly feel a comraderie with other Army families. When you meet another Army spouse, it's like you just know them. The problems they have, the concerns, the worry, the struggle...you just know what it's like to walk in their shoes. These soldiers were preparing to deploy or just returning home. These soldiers were soon going to be saying goodbye to their loved ones, missing their spouse, missing their kids, missing Christmas and birthdays. When they got up yesterday, they had no idea that one of "their own" would walk into a building with the intent to kill them. Soldiers that had managed to make it through a year in a war zone, make it home safely, to have their life taken away by someone who was supposed to be respected as an officer of the Army.

I fight back tears so often today because I'm just in awe. How could this happen? I know this situation could have played out anywhere and it does...more often than we care to think of....but an Army post? To soldiers?

So heartbreaking. I'm so sad for the families of the wounded and deceased. It seems surreal.

God bless Ft. Hood families. God bless the Army and DA civilians. The extended Army family is saddened beyond belief and we'll all be standing by waiting to see what we can each do to help pick up the pieces.