Saturday Activities - June 7

With most everyone transferred to other bases, and no new servicemen coming to the house right now it looked like Saturday was going to be a day Yvonne and I were going to simply veg out. Then, about 6:00pm we heard the door bell ring - it was Stanley Laskos!

Stanley's in the Navy and is involved with special ops. So he can never tell us when he's going to be in or not, or when he leaves he can't ever say when he's coming back. Then on most long weekends he is up in Ohio spending time with his little girl, Faith. But, we're always glad to see him when he comes in!

So we shifted gears, and Yvonne fixed sandwiches and baked a batch of cookies for dessert. I am so proud of the way she does that! She NEVER lets a serviceman or woman go away hungry.

We decided to play Uno Attack, but when we got it out we realized there were no batteries in the card shooter. Ooops! So we pulled out a puzzle and began working on it. With temperatures in the mid nineties and above here for the past few days, the snow scene looked pretty good. We talked, and put the puzzle together, and before we realized it, it was 10:00pm! We usually stop our game about 8:30pm. That shows you how engrossed we were in the puzzle.

When we realized what time it was we also realized we were all getting pretty tired. So we went into the living room, shared prayer requests and prayed.

But life is never dull with Stanley. He always has adrenalin rush stories to tell. This last trip home to Ohio, at about 4:00 in the morning he was driving a little too fast, and got pulled over. But when the police officer approached the car she saw what looked like weapons in the back of his vehicle (they were paintball guns). She had him throw his keys out of the window, get out of the car, and handcuffed him. Then she called for "back-up." When the other police officers arrived they searched through everything in his vehicle and patted him down. All they found was the paint ball guns. He heard the very young back-up officers say to each other that they were disappointed; they thought they were in on a big weapons and drug bust.

After getting home he and his daughter and little nephew were sleeping out under the stars, about 50 yards from their house. He woke up when he felt something hard hit his head. When he sat up his dog was barking, Faith was crying, and his nephew was not next to him.

He looked around and saw several deer running away. They had jumped right over the sleeping trio! Stan thinks one of the deer's hooves hit him in the head. He said, "Now who else can say they were kicked in the head by a deer!" About that time his mother, a nurse, came home from work and everyone went inside. His nephew was asleep in the house.