I noticed something ironic just recently. It's been ironic for a couple months now, but I just recently noticed that it is ironic. I'm a little slow, lately.
Between the two of us, I am definitely the Luddite. I'm the one who likes pictures printed off and taped in a book, rather than just stored on a hard drive; the one who gets overwhelmed by too many special effects in a movie; the one who would rather pick up the phone and call instead of sending an instant message (okay, that one makes me a Luddite only because phone technology is so much older than IM technology); the one who checks out non-fiction books from the library rather than just reading the Wikipedia entry on a given topic. But I'm the one putting up all these fancy, multi-media blog posts! Where are you, my beloved technophile?
You have a digital camera, a computer, and an Internet link. What website can possibly be more interesting than this one? And only one of us is making it interesting! I want pictures here, honey. I want a description of what you've been doing the last couple months, complete with photos. You have a slow week this week. I want photos of the barracks, the guys you pal around with, the mess hall (do they really call it that?), and most of all, I want photos of you!
Your boy loves photos of you. He watches my screensaver with great attention. I printed off a couple extra photos of you and he packed them around until I put a magnet on them and stuck them to the fridge. You're a fridge magnet, honey! Mr. Boo has accorded you the ultimate honor, too - your fridge magnet likeness actually gets put in the magnetic Wiggles book that is his favorite toy. Imagine! Your magnet alter-ego gets to drive the Big Red Car! No other fridge magnet has been accorded such a privilege.
So, I want pictures posted. I want descriptions. Surely you can get at least one blog post out of two months of training. And let me just head off one objection right now. You're going to say there's nothing interesting to talk about. I will just remind you that I made an entire blog post about a toddler eating a peanut butter sandwich. See? It's possible to write a post about day-to-day humdrum details, because there is assuredly nothing in the world so ordinary as a toddler eating a peanut butter sandwich.
All those who agree with the requests herein, please signify in a comment.
Love you tons, honey! Get chatty!
:)
Melinda
6 comments:
Amen!
Agreed! Get those fingers moving Sergeant!
Megadittos
dacordo!! (italian for agree)
The mother in law said: Yes, I'd love to see a shot of the building you've been living in, your bed, your gun that you've become one with, etc. (With you in the photos.)
I may not be family technically but you are considered a brother to me and so I will have to whole heartedly agree with your lovely wife. And might I add...although I've never experienced this kind of separation from my spouse, and probably never will...the mundane to you is probably very exciting to her. It's her one connection with you.
Thank you for what you do for all of us Dirk!
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