Yesterday I found out it might be possible to break someone’s (my) ribs with an ultrasound wand while Ray was in a tiny room with Jack and a doctor. Still, I’m pretty sure he had the worse end of the deal. Dueling appointments at Tripler means Jack is due for a blog update and I’m due for some humor in my life. His update will have wait. I’m still processing our next steps and how he can keep his privacy while I try to explain how far he’s come and how far we have to go. Lucky for me Bria doesn’t disappoint in the humor department. I can’t call them Briaisms anymore though because now that’s she’s five, she just inserts herself into conversations.
Yesterday I was a little over the news. Hawaii News Now feels it’s necessary to remind us repeatedly that President Obama’s vacation here cost $7 million. Ray was watching his evening news and we were having a conversation about what sort of budget President Obama will present. I had a difficult time with the President’s vacation because of the cost in light of our deficit. If my little family’s budget forces us to make difficult decisions about where and if we will vacation. I have a hard time with decisions made by the Obama family. Ray and I were some of those choices made including when as a country we were encouraging everyone to travel to the Gulf Coast and Mrs. Obama chose to head to Spain. Just in the living room having a political conversation with my husband when I said, “I really wonder what sort of budget he will present when his trip to Hawaii costs 7 million dollars.” Out of no where Bria’s voice pops out of the stair well. “Who’s coming for 7 million? Uncle Mike?” I had no idea Uncle Mike had 7 million anything.
Bria has also taken to giving us the biggest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen. A few days ago Ray was leaving to take a Red Box movie back. Bria wanted to go. Her seat wasn’t in the Jeep. It was cold and raining. That would mean Ray taking the van. She started giving him the look. It was cute and pitiful. I don’t know how she didn’t crack up. She plead her case for so long with her mouth turned down to her toes and her eyes begging to go for so long Ray could have been to that darn box and back twice. In the end he took her. The next morning I have no idea what she was asking me for. I said no. She turned those big eyes back on. They are pretty powerful. I looked her straight in the eye and said, “That doesn’t work on moms. We’re meaner.” Currently she starts to give me the look and then says, “Oh. It doesn’t work on moms. Daddy!”
One of my all time favorite conversations happened Tuesday. Ray has a friend stationed here that he has known forever. Their friendship forged in Iraq and solidified over years of working together. That sometimes means you go years speaking to someone all the time but you are in two different parts of the country. I don’t know George nearly as well even though after hearing Ray stories, he should be part of the family. George has orders to head back to the mainland so Ray called and said that he and his wife would be coming to dinner. I had some errands to run that day and a house to clean so by the time I got to the school I was a bit of a scatter brain. I was telling the kids to hurry to the car so I could get everything done. Bria must have asked why I was in such a hurry. Now, George is Ray’s good friend but he also outranks him and the kids have only met him at official events like Change of Commands. I was choosing my words carefully. I didn’t want them to call George by his first name. I had a strong case of cerebral flatulence and couldn’t think of his last name. So I was saying “Daddy’s friend is coming to dinner. His name is Captain, Captain, I can’t think of his last name.” Bria says, “He’s a captain! Is he a pirate?” So much for her status as a military brat. She seriously thought Jack Sparrow would be arriving for dinner. I think she had plans to sharpen her sword.