Articles tagged with: military care packages
This week’s theme: Bananas and Balboa.
They’re seemingly unrelated, but Dad loves both and I lucked out on both counts.
Trapped with the guys in one of the unrelenting downpours that marked our trip back east, we …
We sent this one while we were on vacation and, as a result, there’s now a chihuahua living in Afghanistan. A stuffed one, left over from the “Yo Quiero Taco Bell” days.
I have no idea …
I thought I’d be about three years past buying baby wipes at this point, but not so.
At home, they still go everywhere with us. They work far better than hand santizer for cleaning up on …
If you can’t be at the birthday, the birthday will come to you.
That was Boots’ reasoning behind this week’s care package, though I did talk him out of sending Dad a piece of his birthday …
Dad claims he can’t get to sleep without background noise, though snoring must qualify or else he would have been in a worse-than-normal state of chronic deprivation during basic training.
It’s led to many marital disputes …
We really should have sent a tooth brush with this one. Or, at the least, labeled it with a warning. Caution: Most of the contents will do severe dental damage.
I picked out the Oreo Cakesters, …
We pulled out hair out for an idea for Father’s Day before we finally wound up in the crafts shop on post. I wish we’d wound up there a week earlier, because it was too …
Welcome to the summer vacation edition of care packages, where both guys are in tow during shopping trips and they bicker all the way through the commissary about what Dad’s going to like best.
“I’m getting …
This package fell in a week when we had six baseball games, a preschool “congraduation,” a first-grade party, a baseball party and four karate classes. My brain was fried, so I turned the shopping over …
This week’s edition featured “long-sought objects finally found”: Shower shoes and a flashlight.
The shower shoes have been impossible to find since Dad left for basic training almost a year and a half ago. It turns …
It’s no low-budget zombie movie, but it was the best I could do under pressure.
Faced with a Friday deadline and a promise to Boots that we’d send Dad a video of karate class in this …
Big C, little c, what begins with C?
Cookies, camera, Copenhagen. C, c, c.
OK, so it’s not exactly the way Seuss wrote it. But it’s the way it worked out for us this week.
Tired of hearing …
Dad does not like coffee. Not at all. He can handle a heap of jalapenos but swears that Starbucks bothers his stomach.
So why were there two pounds of Starbucks in his care package this week?
Because …
This week’s “sharing is caring” feature is a five-pound box of Strawberry Twizzlers I found for a great price at the commissary. It took up almost half of the space in the large Priority Mail …
We went a little bit nuts this time – as in peanuts, pistachios and the requisite Payday candy bars. I’ll admit, it’s a little weird to send pistachios to Afghanistan, a country that grows so …
Though Dad hasn’t been outside the wire yet for long enough to experience the side effects of Meals, Ready to Eat – there’s a reason they’re nicknamed Meals Refusing to Exit – that day’s coming. …
This package was the birthday party edition – of sorts.
We could have ordered a cake or pie from various Web sites, but those are around $25 for an eight-inch pastry plus shipping of at least …
Dad demurs, but we insist: You will get a weekly package, we tell him.
Though he says he has access to a decent PX, we wanted to make sure he has plenty of his favorite snacks …
There’s often a reason why Big Guy does the seemingly quirky things he does. A reason that makes sense only in his 5-year-old brain, but a reason nonetheless.
I usually don’t question, because if it’s genuinely ...
Parties in the park seem to be the rage around here of late – a rage that will be over by the time Big Guy’s birthday rolls around in 103-degree July – and today’s was ...
