and she crawls

in this video, you will see a variety of weird items on the floor. that’s because isabela will not crawl towards any of her toys or us. she will only crawl towards buster and items that arent meant to play with, like: a credit card, phone, cooking spoon, glass of water, and so on.

enjoy the video. she isn’t crawling around that much yet….but i know she will soon. oh, and please forgive my lack of capital letters. isabela broke the shift keys on the laptop. lol.

I almost forgot…

So, today, I was on facebook and saw that a friend of mine had posted a status referencing a stalker.

This reminded me of a very true stalker story that I have. I seriously almost forgot about this.

I was stationed at Ramstein, where I was a pharmacy technician. I must have made a lasting impression on a patient, because later he found me on the global and emailed me. For non military folks, the global is an addressbook on everone’s email. Basically, you just type in a name and everyone with that name will pop up (civilian and military).

He basically acted like we knew each other, which is a pretty good trick that guys like to play. Especially in the military, where you come into contact with so many people.

So, I racked my brain, and I emailed him back, telling him that I am pretty sure I didn’t know him. He must have mistaken me for someone else. I didn’t recognize his name and couldn’t even remember what he looked like.

I went about the rest of my day at work and returned home to my dorm room. All of a sudden, hear a knock on my door. I open the door, and guess who? Yes, it was him! I recognized him from being in the pharmacy that day, and also recognized that I really didnt know him! Anyhow, stalker guy (his name will rename anomonous) tells me that he just happened to be in the medical dorms and that he just “found” himself standing outside A1c Davila’s door. ( yes, our names and rank were posted outside our doors).

So, of course I was creeped out. I stepped outside so he couldn’t come in my room. He then asked me out on a date. I told him that I was really creeped out that he just randomly showed up at my room, and that I knew for sure we didn’t know each other. This guy just wouldn’t quit though! He kept asking me out on a date and for my number. I kept saying no, and he just kept persisting. OK, ladies. If you don’t already know, a man that cannot take no for an answer is not romantic. That should be the first warning sign that something is wrong with the guy!

Anyhow, this is the part of the story that makes me laugh. In order to get him away from me, I told him that my stomach was hurting and that I had been having diarrhea all day and that I had to use the bathroom right away. lol lol. I thought that me saying this would gross him out and finally get him away from me.

Well it worked! haha. I always recommend the poop excuse when having to get rid of people. It always works.

So, I figured the guy got the hint and sort of forgot about him. Until several days later, when he showed up at the pharmacy again. Then he emailed me several times. Then he started slipping I love you cards under my door. One day I came home and found roses on my bed! My suite mate told me that some guy knocked on her door and asked her if he could surprise me with the flowers! I was really freaked out by that time…especially now that I knew he had been in my room. That night, someone kept knocking all my door throughout the night.

The next day I told my supervisor, showed her the emails, cards, and letters, and she contacted his commander to get a no contact order. I figured that once we got the no contact order, stalker guy would disappear. NOT SO.

A couple of days later, I get another letter under my door. Instead of the “your so beautiful, we’re meant for each other crap,” it had really MEAN and SCARY stuff inside. Stuff like how I was a f******* b**** and how I was really gonna regret not giving him a chance. The first letter, I just ignored and thought he might get over it. NOT SO. I got 3 other letters over the course of 2 days. Then he left a box outside my door. I opened it up and found roses, except they cut all into pieces and had another scary letter inside. I remember showing it to my suite mate, and us both freaking out. That night, we both slept with our doors open.

The next morning, I found a post-it on my door that said B**** on it. Even though I was really freaked out, I must say I was glad that stalker guy left so many presents behind as proof that he was completely psycho!

After contacting my supervisor, my commander, his commander and first seargant, I never heard from this guy again. All I knew is that he was undergoing counseling and wasn’t allowed near me.

Thinking back, I realize how lucky I was that the situation never escalated beyond what it was. It was so long ago, and i haven’t thought of that time in my life for a very long time. When I saw my friend’s status, it took me back in time, and I am SO glad that I was never hurt physically or even emotionally.

Today, I looked for stalker guy on myspace and found his page. According to his page, he is a romantic and a Christian. I seriously hope that he is NORMAL now and really loves God as he claims he does. As far as him being a romantic, I hope that his idea of romanticism does not involve stalking of any kind!

fa la la

Wow. I have had ALOT of visitors lately, and I am so thankful to have friends and family that love me so much!
First, Stacy came to visit from Rochester, New York. Then my sister, Aurelia, came to visit from Waco, Texas. Then, Jessica came to visit all the way from Alaska!! 3 weeks of fun with friends and family, yay!
Jessica just left today ): Jessica and I met in Germany, where we were stationed together. Ever since, we’ve been best friends. Now, we are both older, married and have babies. (: It’s definitely been fun to just hang out, relax, reminisce, and catch up.
Next week, my mom comes to celebrate Thanksgiving with us. Then, during the first week of December, we are making a trip to southern Illinois to celebrate my sister-in-law’s baby shower. My mother-in-law is going to ride back to Iowa with us to visit for a while! AND THEN (lol), Auntie Aurelia and Uncle Lyle are coming for a visit, sometime around 20 December. And, lastly, the day before Christmas, we will be heading back down to southern Illinois to celebrate Christmas with my inlaws.

So, yes, I’ve been a little busy!

Isabela is doing great. She is really, really trying to crawl. She is great at rolling around, low crawling, and crawling backwards. She smiles and laughs all the time. Her favorite food is sweet potatoes. She’s had 2 haircuts, so far. Her first tooth finally cut. She’s getting taller and more beautiful every day. AND……dun dun dun….

She is sleeping in her crib, all by herself! Yep…its been about 7 days since shes been in her crib. She still wakes up a lot, but its getting better. I’ve really been learning patience….and sheer exhaustion. (:

Well, I need to go, but I promise that I will post some pictures soon!

Veteran’s day

Let us always remember that the freedoms we enjoy are the direct result of the soldier’s desire to serve his/her country and sacrifice his/her life. Many of us know veterans who have lost their lives while serving in the Armed Forces. Today is a day to honor their service and pray for those who continue to serve honorably and place their lives on the line.

Today, on Veteran’s Day, I would like to repost something old that I wrote a long time ago.

I would like to remember the things that are really important in this life. What really matters….like other people, THEIR lives, GIVING to others, being kind and considerate, LOVING whole heartedly, being AWARE, creating friendships and NOT letting prejudice, social stigmas or personal walls stand in the way……giving, serving, sacrificing selfish desires and learning how to love without reservation.

Being in the military has always helped me to appreicate life, people and definitely taught me what it means to sacrifice. I know that I have it in me to give my life for another….whether its a fellow airman, friend, or stranger. Being out of the military….it easy to lose awareness of the fragility and purpose of life.

I am posting an email Stacy wrote to me, because it really puts into perspective that I have a purpose for my life. It reminds me to quit being lazy and selfish, and DO something that matters. Everytime I read this……I am SO thankful for serving, for those who have served…and I know that every single Airman/Solider out there sacrifices SO much everyday, so that Americans can enjoy more than just basic freedom. I like to keep her email close to my heart….so that I can remember I am never really too busy for someone else, that people matter, and that heroes exist.

Fort Drum soldier killed in combat in Iraq
The Associated Press
WASHINGTON — A soldier on his second tour in Iraq was among three soldiers who died this week of wounds from an improvised explosive device, the Department of Defense announced.
Sgt. Timothy R. Van Orman, 24, of Port Matilda, Pa., who also served in Afghanistan, was assigned to the 10th Mountain Division at Fort Drum, N.Y. He is survived by his wife, Cadie, and their daughter.
Van Orman graduated in 2002 from Bald Eagle Area High School, where he played in the band.
“Tim was the kind of student who poured his whole heart into everything,” Scott Sheehan, his former band instructor, told the Tyrone Daily Herald. “He was an excellent trombone player and participated in jazz band, symphonic band and marching band. He took it very seriously, but at the same time, he knew how to have fun with it.”
Van Orman enlisted in 2003. He served in Afghanistan from August 2003 to May 2004 and in Iraq from August 2005 to July 2006. He left in September on his second deployment to Iraq.
Van Orman died Tuesday in Balad, Iraq, of wounds from the blast in Al Muqdadiyah, the Army said.
Spc. Miguel A. Baez, 32, of Bonaire, Ga., and Sgt. John C. Osmolski, 23, of Eustis, Fla., both of the 82nd Airborne Division, were also killed.
February 05, 2008

“He died for you. He died for his country.
I want you to look at his face. Look at the names of his baby and his wife. I can’t seem to get it out of my head. What he looks like in that picture compared to what I saw him look like.
This has been happening for years. People have died for us. Vietnam, Civil War you name it. Are we grateful? Or are we busy? Some families never know what happened to their loved ones. They go missing for 20, 30 years. No bodies to bury. No funeral to have, no closure. So this family was lucky, if that even sounds right. I carried Sgt Van Orman off the chopper the day he died. I was a small part in getting him home to his family. How incredible. Please, even if it is just for a moment. Don’t forget his face. His name. His sacrifice.
Things happen here every day that amaze me. We are here saving these peoples lives and they are shooting bombs at us. This base is the most attacked base in Iraq from what I am told but has clamed down tremendously in the last few years. If any of you pay attention to CNN you may have seen the car bombing at the pet mart. I saw a little boy’s head bleed out from that car bomb on the OR table as he was brain dead. They bagged him up. The attached a bomb to two women who had cerebral palsy. Blew them and others up while they were shopping.
So how was your day at the mall? How was the homework? Did you tell the people you love that you love them?
This may sound so gruesome and it’s hard to hear. But this is what I see every day. This is life for the people here. It really makes you think.
It has stopped being something I am getting used to and has become every day life. Part of my job during the day is to search for bombs. I mean, that is just crazy. At one point I was complaining about having to do it. When we get attacked, we have to go out and make sure that there are not any straggler bombs. I get woken up at night by a bomb and roll over coz I am too lazy to get on the floor under my bed where I am supposed to be. When this becomes a task to the equivalence of taking out the trash, you know your world has been forever turned upside down.
What are the things in life that we are all just used to? Things that over time just loose the importance or the meaning? A bomb search becomes mundane to me. That should set fire to many emotions, reactions. But I am used to it. People shouldn’t be used to bombs. It makes me think what am I used to in the states? I am used to my Mom so I fight with her more than I should. I am used to ice cream so I don’t eat it as much as I would like. I am used to people being rude, so I am rude back. I am used to Nora always being there so I don’t appreciate her as much as I should. I am used to my sister being the baby so I don’t give her the credit she deserves. I am used to having a cell phone restricted to minutes, so I rush people off the phone. I am used to being hurt, so I hurt back. I am used to sex being a thing of recreation instead of love and passion. I am used to being selfish. I am used to caring about me. I am used to too many things that I shouldn’t be. I am used to being pretty happy, comfortable and loved, so I don’t thank God as much as I should.
You know the days that have a certain smell or feel in the air? The ones that remind you of something particular. Like Halloween. Or Christmas? I can smell death. Its crazy coz we all get this feeling when we are going about our busy day when we know today will be a big day. A day when we all of a sudden have helicopters landing left and right filled with wounded women, children, Iraqi soldiers and cops and the dreaded Americans. It is a feeling that we all get when we know we will run out of room to put the wounded, injured and dying. We will write on their heads to signify if they have a shot to live.
Two Army nurses told me not to get so emotional. “It’s not your mom, or your friend.” That is how they handle what they see every day. I, on the other hand, get to write this to all of you.
I just invite you all to care about something else other than what is going on in your lives. I hear the term busy all the time. We are too busy to write in the newsletter, too busy to call. Too busy to do anything we wish we would. People matter. That is what I have come up with. The hero I carried off the helicopter wasn’t too busy that morning to call his wife and tell her he loved her. Weren’t they both grateful? So when Nora calls me drunk at 1 am, ill answer every time. If Crystal is having a down day, ill send her a card. Life is short people. Do something.
I can’t say that I am perfect. But this experience alone makes me feel like I am leaving this world better than I found it. I am learning and loving. That is what life is about to me. People get so busy in their lives they end up being selfish. Being too consumed with their lives, what they have going on and what they are doing. We forget about ppl because we are so busy with life when life is about people.
It was an incredible experience to see the love and support fly through. The way Nora sends Q-tips and a V-day card. Kate sends me the most amazing and thoughtful letter complete with 8th grade group photo. Or Ashley’s continual emails questioning what it’s like here so she can be apart of what I am doing. My mom’s letter about the weather. Alicia and Rae’s video remake complete with my face on their t-shirts. My sisters drawing of Jesus that she mailed. My Dad’s peach rings and guitar book. It’s the interest and efforts that the people in my life have put fourth that make me appreciate them, their love and their selflessness. It is amazing and humbling to see people stand by you in life. There are days, moments in life where people separate. From friends to family. Friend to acquaintance. Needed to Essential. It all resounds on selflessness. What are you willing to give to someone else? A note? A phone call? A moment in time? Your life? “

SRA Stacy Fogarty

If its not one thing, its another

Sorry I haven’t blogged lately.

So, I know I have blogged a tiny bit about how Isabela has had some allergy problems regarding wheat, nuts, and dairy. Well, early last week, Isabela broke out in a rash that started around her neck and is slowly spreading.

Her doctor thinks she might be allergic to something…we just don’t know what. Thankfully, the rash doesn’t itch – it just looks horrible. However, along with the rash, she has been congested and very fussy. And, that is on top of her teething fussiness.

SO, I’ve had my hands full, because the only thing that makes her feel better is snuggling with mommy!

Please pray that we figure out what she may be allergic to. Also, please pray that her allergy problems go away in time!!!

I’ve figured out that its not wheat…Dairy and nuts seem to be the culprits, but I won’t be for sure about that for several more weeks.

30 days

I just took a pledge from to go vegetarian for 30 days. I can’t say I’m super excited…I am a little nervous and hope that I can do this.

Since I became pregnant and diagnosed with gestational diabetes, I have known that I really need to make a major life style change. I felt like I needed to do something more than just eat healthy, and really started researching on a lifestyle change that would significantly lower my chances of getting diabetes in the future. (once you are diagnosed as with gestational diabetes, you are more likely to get it in the future, unless you exercise daily, eat healthily and maintain a weight within BMI standards).

Well, one way to help prevent diabetes (and breast cancer) is to breastfeed. I am exercising daily and working hard to get down to even lower than my pre-pregnancy weight. The most important thing I can do to help prevent diabetes (and other diseases, too!) is to eat less or NOT eat animal protein. So, while having gestational diabetes raised a reg flag for me, there are SO many other benefits of going vegetarian or eating less animal protein that go way beyond myself. (like environmental reasons)

I know some might think I am being a little extreme. haha. But I am extreme person. I do everything to the extreme. It’s a perfect way to describe me, in fact. However, every time I look at my daughter, I am reminded of how much I will do absolutely anything for her.

Naturally, I want to live long enough to see her become a mother. I want to be healthy enough to be able to be a fun and vibrant grandma! I don’t want to have diabetes because I decided NOT to take care of my body. I mean, God only gave me one body. I need to take care of it. And also, I really don’t think God intended his creatures to be slaughtered in the manner that they are today. but, thats another story.

Anyhow, this blog is kind of all over the place. That’s because I am trying to write out a quickie and watch Isabela at the same time.

I am hoping that I be 100 percent committed during these 30 days, and hope that this will be the start of an incredible lifestyle change for me. I know some people may choose to scoff and criticize me, but guess what? You can’t steal my JOY!