Afghanistan?

   A new update. My father was supposed to have an interview type situation on Tuesday, where he would be a possible fill for a position opening in a German town not so far away from where he is now. However this location would have been much better than where he is now, larger, and a position that would allow him not to take another trip to the middle east. Well, obviously someone behind the scenes or above our heads wants him has devious plans in mind. The interview was canceled, on account of his presence being desired in the big sand. Lovely. So as of now it is planned for my dad to ship out the beginning of next year. So, as we are so very experienced in the wonderful fluidity provided by a life decided by the military, we had a back up plan quickly initiated. My mother then plans on staying with my dad up until deployment, then shipping over to Holland to stay with our dear friends the Knudsen family (those wonderful people animal sitting for us) who promise to watch, feed, and lovingly support her whilst Jacob and I are mission bound.

   So lets see, that would put the Thiessen family on 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 continents? One per member?

 I think that earns an appreciative whistle folks.

   However, since General McChrystal had the morals to verbally outline the governmental idiocy concerning the treatment and support of our troops in Afghanistan to the media (and was unfortunately removed from office), plans may change. Because he was over the mission in Afghanistan their stance/status/approach could alter and maybe, just maybe my dad wouldn't deploy. Its a slim chance. In any case, he decided very recently that either way, he is done. After this (whether he stays in Germany or deploys) he is going to take a short term post somewhere in the states (maybe our favorite island paradise)  then retire.

   Well all happy news aside (that being said with a heavy handed serving of sarcasm), my mom is going to try to rendezvous with her lover in Georgia next week when he is there for training. That leaves Jacob and I here to hold down the fort or throw wild parties for a week...whatever will we do with ourselves? 

   We may be meeting my mom on the return trip in Salt Lake to loiter thereabouts for a week or so.

20 Days until our Hawaii excursion!

69 Until the mission!