Good Boys

Well, the boys have been wearing their mother to a frazzle lately. Fighting, running and falling, getting loud. It's all a big to-do. But, boys will be boys, and Desiree is a strong woman. And they are not bad boys, just crazy. Here are a couple of pics to let you know how they are doing. The first one here is Mike, Jr. after we built some things together. I'll let you guess which one I did (I am a show off).











Next is their rendition of Napoleon Dynamite's 'Pull Me Into Town' scene.











One more thing, let me tell you that 'nomiso' means 'brains' in Japanese. Or Nihongo, as they say. And the boys love it when I chase them around like a zombie saying 'Nomiso, nomiso'. Its alot of fun, and a little weird. But that's me. Love you all, hope you are doing well. I am in school again with a couple more classes to go before my Psych Bachelor's is complete. Desiree is getting ready to teach some sisters out here how to sew. And as she sews, so shall she . . . you know. Gotta go, Love, Mike

Tribute to Military Wives

I found this on one of my friends website, and I really enjoyed it.

The Military Wife

The good Lord was creating a model for military wives and was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared. She said," Lord, you seem to be having a lot of trouble with this one. What’s wrong with the standard model?"

The Lord replied," Have you seen the specs on this order? She has to be completely independent, possess the qualities of both mother and father, be a perfect hostess for four to 40 with an hour notice, run on black coffee, handle every emergency imaginable without a manual, be able to carry on cheerfully, even if she is pregnant and has the flu, and she must have six pair of hands."

The angel shook her head. "Six pair of hands? No way!"
The Lord continued. "Don’t worry, we will make other military wives to help her. And we will give her an unusually strong heart so it can swell with pride in her husbands achievements, sustain the pain of separation, beat soundly when it is overworked and tired, and be large enough to say, "I understand" when she doesn’t and "I love you" regardless.
"Lord," said the angel, touching his arm gently, "Go to bed and get some rest. You can finish this tomorrow."

"I can’t stop now," Said the Lord. "I am so close to creating something unique. Already this model heals herself when she is sick, can put up six unexpected guests for the weekend, wave good-bye to her husband from a pier, a runway or a depot, and understand why it’s important that he leave."
The angel circled the model of the military wife, looked at it
closely and sighed.

"It looks fine, but it’s too soft."
"She may look soft," replied the Lord, "but she had the strength of a lion. You would not believe what she can endure."
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the Lord’s creation. "There’s a leak," she announced. "Something is wrong with the construction. I’m not surprised that it has cracked. You are trying to put too much into this model."

The Lord appeared offended at the angel’s lack of confidence. "What you see is not a leak," he said. "It’s a tear."
"A tear? What is it there for?" asked the angel.
The Lord replied, "It’s for joy, sadness, pain, disappointment, loneliness, pride and dedication to all the values that she and her husband hold dear."
"You are a genius!" exclaimed the angel.
The Lord looked puzzled and replied, "I didn’t put it there."

Author Unknown

To the Zoo, To the Zoo . . .

We went to the Okinawa zoo on the 4th. It was fun. Really, fun. Seriously,

it was fairly small, but good. It did have some interesting things that you don't see in U.S. zoos. Like the pool of a hundred (at least) turtles. Also the koi (carp) pond, where we watched the ducks and fish battle for food pellets.



Then after I wrestled the Hippo . . . and won . . . Desiree and the Boys desided to tackle the 'Giant Hog'-not me!

We also saw some cool reptiles.

All in all it was a fun day and we are glad we went.

Michael on Sunday

Sunday was a wonderful day. So many different things happened that made me so pleased and love my son Michael. First, in the morning, I was lying in bed when my son got his clothes on and said mommy look. I looked in his bedroom and he made his and his brothers bed. I have never asked him to do that before. Later, we were sitting on the couch and he says listen to me count. He counted 1-50. That was the first time. We have only really been practicing to 30. Next, we went to a linger longer at the bishops house. The bishops wife mentioned that on the balcony was a kiddy pool and to be aware of it. I thought if my boys get wet it will be no big deal because it is very hot. So I went up there later looking for my boys, and here is Michael soaked. He asks if he can take his shirt of because it is wet. I say yes and to keep his underwear on. I went downstairs to get some icecream for him. When I went upstairs and looked through the door I saw the shirt, his shorts, and socks. There were a couple of boys looking in the pool. I call for Michael and this little skinny naked cutie comes to me and says look mommy. It was hilarious. Granted we had a discussion that in the bath you can take your clothes off, but everywhere else you need to be covered down there. I love my boys. Desiree :)