Real Life with a Touch of Sarcasm

4th of July.

The 4th of July. It’s a great holiday, not just because it’s a day off work, but because of what it stands for. Freedom, and freedom isn’t free. I remember the first time I had any sort of interaction with PTSD. It was a couple years ago at my hometown firework show. We were standing there watching the flashes and listening to the booms, when I turned around to see him throwing up in the nearest trashcan. That was when I realized what fireworks do to veterans. They can send them back to hell in a second. Please keep that in mind during this time of year while you are having fun, they could be having a nightmare. Please be respectful.


We went to my husbands hometown for their 3rd of July celebration. We had a BBQ and dessert and homemade ice cream.

Not to mention glow sticks! Yes, those are glow bracelets inside J’s mouth.


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