Wednesday, March 17, 2010

What it means to be a military wife...

Lots of moving...
Moving far from home...
Moving two cars, three kids and one dog...all riding with HER of course.
Moving sofas to basements because they won't go in THIS house;
Moving curtains that won't fit;
Moving jobs and certifications and professional development hours.
Moving away from friends;
Moving toward new friends;
Moving her most important luggage: her trunk full of memories.

Often waiting...
Waiting for housing.
Waiting for orders.
Waiting for deployments.
Waiting for phone calls.
Waiting for reunions.
Waiting for the new curtains to arrive.
Waiting for him to come home,
For dinner...AGAIN!

They call her 'Military Dependent', but she knows better:
She is fiercely In-Dependent.

She can balance a check book;
Handle the yard work;
Fix a noisy toilet;
Bury the family pet...

She is intimately familiar with drywall anchors and toggle bolts.
She can file the taxes;
Sell a house;
Buy a car;
Or set up a move...
.....all with ONE Power of Attorney.

She welcomes neighbors that don't welcome her.
She reinvents her career with every PCS;
Locates a house in the desert, The Arctic, Or the deep south.
And learns to call them all 'home'.
She MAKES them all home.

Military Wives are somewhat hasty...
They leap into:
Career alternatives,
And friendships.
They don't have 15 years to get to know people.
Their roots are short but flexible.
They plant annuals for themselves and perennials for those who come after them.

Military Wives quickly learn to value each other:
They connect over coffee,
Rely on the spouse network,
Accept offers of friendship and favors.
Record addresses in pencil...

Military Wives have a common bond:
The Military Wife has a husband unlike other husbands; his commitment is unique.
He doesn't have a 'JOB'
He has a 'MISSION' that he can't just decide to quit...
He's on-call for his country 24/7.
But for her, he's the most unreliable guy in town!
His language is foreign
And so, a Military Wife is a translator for her family and his.
She is the long- distance link to keep them informed;
the glue that holds them together.

A Military Wife has her moments:
She wants to wring his neck;
Dye his uniform pink;
Refuse to move to Siberia;
But she pulls herself together.
Give her a few days,
A travel brochure,
A long hot bath,
A pledge to the flag,
A wedding picture,
And she goes.
She packs.
She moves.
She follows.

What for?
How come?
You may think it is because she has lost her mind.
But actually it is because she has lost her heart.
It was stolen from her by a man,
Who puts duty first,
Who longs to deploy,
Who salutes the flag,
And whose boots in the doorway remind her that as long as he is her Military Husband,
She will remain his military wife.
And would have it no other way.

--Author Unknown

My friends...

So today is St. Patrick's Day and me and some lovely lady friends of mine (Shelly and Michelle) decided to grab some lunch at Olive Garden (yum!). Filled with laughs, joy and conversation, today filled me with happiness. Which brings me to my point: Of the few that I do have, I have great friends. Being a military wife, you run into a lot of different people, with all kinds of backgrounds, personality disorders and varying opinions about the world. So, it's inevitable that you will run into some bad eggs.

I've definitely met my fair share of people that I wish never crossed my path. I realized a long time ago not to put up with people that aren't worth my time, since my life never allows for me to stay in one place for very long, it's important to me to spend that time with people who are worth it. It makes me appreciate the friendships I do have and makes me that much more sad that soon I will have to leave some very special people in my life. Just wanted to give a shout out to the people who make this lifestyle more bearable and bring joy to my life every day. Love you ladies.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

I'm so awesome.

From the archives of my boredom, I bring to you this genius video...

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Shopping and Chipotle, what could be better?

So, I have been married to my husband almost 5 years, and he has been on a submarine for the same amount of time and yet, somehow, he has managed to never take me to the Sub Ball!! He said he thought I wouldn't want to go. I wouldn't want to go to a ball?! Every girl wants to go to a ball.

So after 4.5 years he is finally taking me to the ball!! And lucky me, because it's the last one we will have a chance to go to!

That means I get to go dress shopping, and that's exactly what me and my lovely friends Trisha and Stephanie are doing today. And after our dress workout, we will be heading to Chipotle to recoup some of those calories. Yum!

Can't wait to be dancing the night away with my sailor!

Friday, March 5, 2010

False Advertising.

Okay, so I watch a lot of's pretty much all I do. That's what unemployment will do to you.

Anywho, while I sit here, getting dumber by the minute, I find myself very annoyed with mascara commercials. Why? Well, you know those eye lashes aren't real. No mascara does that! That's false advertising...pretty sure that's not allowed...well I don't think it should be allowed anyway.

So I decided to write a blog...

Yup. I'm that bored.

Currently my bird Corky is screaming in my ear and my cat is napping. I know, what a thrill. This is pretty much the excitement of my life, day in and day out. My husband in currently deployed and I am unemployed, so that leaves me with a lot of spare time. Apparently I am not suited for employment...or this economy is so crappy that there are literally no jobs available for me. I personally think I am too cool for work.

However, I do have a fun project I am working on. My friend Shelly is out of town and I am cat sitting for her. Funny thing about that is, my cat hates other cats, so I am forcing them to coexist in hopes my cat will begin to accept her own species.

It's not going well.

My cat, Bitty, just growls and hisses any time Shelly's cat, Minnie, is within viewing distance. It's sort of funny. I'm on day 2 and zero progress has been made. They just sleep in separate rooms and occasionally come out to hiss at each other. I find it amusing.

So that was Minnie, she is adorable. Maybe I will get a video of them interacting (if you can call it that), that is way more funny.

Well...that wasn't so bad. Until next time America...