Current mood: aggravated
So, what's the freaking deal here, people. We are all, and I do mean all, sick of hearing about my going to the gym and pursuit of smaller thighs. Heck, I am even sick of it. I've been trying to avoid buying any new clothes until much later in the spring or even summer for a number of reasons. But, alas, in Dallas Holly and Kelly told me I might want to strongly consider getting some new jeans. The jeans I was wearing at the time are my favorites. They are Izod (not that big of a deal, but go with me anyway) and they at least used to fit me perfectly. But, at that point, the butt of them was super-baggy, which is what drew all of our attention. When I put them on at the hotel the waist of them was not touching my body. Holly said that I should go two sizes down (I thought she might have fallen and hit her head, but whatever). This is good.
Today my boss called and told me there was no work today, which was fine. I've been neglecting the gym (go ahead, scream) because I haven't been feeling great or energetic and with work, I've had a hard time fitting it in. I changed into workout clothes and noticed my butt looked a little more perky than usual (yay me!). I went to the gym (scream again, if you like) and then decided I wanted to go shopping. The original plan was to go get produce because we are SO out of everything except a head of bok choy and an orange. But, for some reason the truck headed for the mall. I was just there a couple of days ago with Kori. I went to Old Navy. I recalled my checking balance and then lost my mind.
I got some jeans (the same size as the former favorites-which I did because ON pants usually run a little small), this top I noticed a few weeks ago (in three colors) and then I got a few tops for Amanda (cuz 'tis never too soon to start shopping for clothes for effing high school). I didn't try on the jeans at the store because I was pretty confident in the size I got. The price tag for everything was super-reasonable (again, yay me!).
I got home and decided to try on me new stuff before I showered and now I don't know if I am happy or pissed. I got the top on and it looks pretty good. I'll have to see what it looks like with a real bra on instead of my uni-boob pair of sports bras (yes two, to combat jungle-boob because that is worse than the uni-boob), but I think I did pretty good. And, they are one size smaller than what I wore for half of last year.
Then I put on the jeans. I don't do tight jeans any more. I had enough of that crap in school, when we wore our jeans so tight we had to use the corners of wire hangers to make our pockets lay flat and lay down on the bed to zip or button them. See, I am older now and pregnancy has caused the softening of the middle-section and the wearing of tight jeans is conducive to the creation of the snausage look and I ain't having that (we've previously discussed the muffin-top of many women). So, back to these jeans. They fit. They are just about perfect around the waist. They are pretty good around the hips. They are freaking baggy as hell on my butt and my thighs. So, now I pose the question, "Am I just built like a freak?" Oh, but the length is so perfect, which is also hard to accomplish when you are 5'8", the breaking point between regular length and talls.
So, I am in jeans Purgatory. I've worked too hard to have a tight waist on the jeans make me look like I have a big half-deflated fat bag around my middle. And I've worked too hard to have the new and improved butt and thighs swimming around in yards of useless fabric. But, the length is so perfect.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Deflating
Current mood: aggravated
So, what's the freaking deal here, people. We are all, and I do mean all, sick of hearing about my going to the gym and pursuit of smaller thighs. Heck, I am even sick of it. I've been trying to avoid buying any new clothes until much later in the spring or even summer for a number of reasons. But, alas, in Dallas Holly and Kelly told me I might want to strongly consider getting some new jeans. The jeans I was wearing at the time are my favorites. They are Izod (not that big of a deal, but go with me anyway) and they at least used to fit me perfectly. But, at that point, the butt of them was super-baggy, which is what drew all of our attention. When I put them on at the hotel the waist of them was not touching my body. Holly said that I should go two sizes down (I thought she might have fallen and hit her head, but whatever). This is good.
Today my boss called and told me there was no work today, which was fine. I've been neglecting the gym (go ahead, scream) because I haven't been feeling great or energetic and with work, I've had a hard time fitting it in. I changed into workout clothes and noticed my butt looked a little more perky than usual (yay me!). I went to the gym (scream again, if you like) and then decided I wanted to go shopping. The original plan was to go get produce because we are SO out of everything except a head of bok choy and an orange. But, for some reason the truck headed for the mall. I was just there a couple of days ago with Kori. I went to Old Navy. I recalled my checking balance and then lost my mind.
I got some jeans (the same size as the former favorites-which I did because ON pants usually run a little small), this top I noticed a few weeks ago (in three colors) and then I got a few tops for Amanda (cuz 'tis never too soon to start shopping for clothes for effing high school). I didn't try on the jeans at the store because I was pretty confident in the size I got. The price tag for everything was super-reasonable (again, yay me!).
I got home and decided to try on me new stuff before I showered and now I don't know if I am happy or pissed. I got the top on and it looks pretty good. I'll have to see what it looks like with a real bra on instead of my uni-boob pair of sports bras (yes two, to combat jungle-boob because that is worse than the uni-boob), but I think I did pretty good. And, they are one size smaller than what I wore for half of last year.
Then I put on the jeans. I don't do tight jeans any more. I had enough of that crap in school, when we wore our jeans so tight we had to use the corners of wire hangers to make our pockets lay flat and lay down on the bed to zip or button them. See, I am older now and pregnancy has caused the softening of the middle-section and the wearing of tight jeans is conducive to the creation of the snausage look and I ain't having that (we've previously discussed the muffin-top of many women). So, back to these jeans. They fit. They are just about perfect around the waist. They are pretty good around the hips. They are freaking baggy as hell on my butt and my thighs. So, now I pose the question, "Am I just built like a freak?" Oh, but the length is so perfect, which is also hard to accomplish when you are 5'8", the breaking point between regular length and talls.
So, I am in jeans Purgatory. I've worked too hard to have a tight waist on the jeans make me look like I have a big half-deflated fat bag around my middle. And I've worked too hard to have the new and improved butt and thighs swimming around in yards of useless fabric. But, the length is so perfect.
This sucks.
So, what's the freaking deal here, people. We are all, and I do mean all, sick of hearing about my going to the gym and pursuit of smaller thighs. Heck, I am even sick of it. I've been trying to avoid buying any new clothes until much later in the spring or even summer for a number of reasons. But, alas, in Dallas Holly and Kelly told me I might want to strongly consider getting some new jeans. The jeans I was wearing at the time are my favorites. They are Izod (not that big of a deal, but go with me anyway) and they at least used to fit me perfectly. But, at that point, the butt of them was super-baggy, which is what drew all of our attention. When I put them on at the hotel the waist of them was not touching my body. Holly said that I should go two sizes down (I thought she might have fallen and hit her head, but whatever). This is good.
Today my boss called and told me there was no work today, which was fine. I've been neglecting the gym (go ahead, scream) because I haven't been feeling great or energetic and with work, I've had a hard time fitting it in. I changed into workout clothes and noticed my butt looked a little more perky than usual (yay me!). I went to the gym (scream again, if you like) and then decided I wanted to go shopping. The original plan was to go get produce because we are SO out of everything except a head of bok choy and an orange. But, for some reason the truck headed for the mall. I was just there a couple of days ago with Kori. I went to Old Navy. I recalled my checking balance and then lost my mind.
I got some jeans (the same size as the former favorites-which I did because ON pants usually run a little small), this top I noticed a few weeks ago (in three colors) and then I got a few tops for Amanda (cuz 'tis never too soon to start shopping for clothes for effing high school). I didn't try on the jeans at the store because I was pretty confident in the size I got. The price tag for everything was super-reasonable (again, yay me!).
I got home and decided to try on me new stuff before I showered and now I don't know if I am happy or pissed. I got the top on and it looks pretty good. I'll have to see what it looks like with a real bra on instead of my uni-boob pair of sports bras (yes two, to combat jungle-boob because that is worse than the uni-boob), but I think I did pretty good. And, they are one size smaller than what I wore for half of last year.
Then I put on the jeans. I don't do tight jeans any more. I had enough of that crap in school, when we wore our jeans so tight we had to use the corners of wire hangers to make our pockets lay flat and lay down on the bed to zip or button them. See, I am older now and pregnancy has caused the softening of the middle-section and the wearing of tight jeans is conducive to the creation of the snausage look and I ain't having that (we've previously discussed the muffin-top of many women). So, back to these jeans. They fit. They are just about perfect around the waist. They are pretty good around the hips. They are freaking baggy as hell on my butt and my thighs. So, now I pose the question, "Am I just built like a freak?" Oh, but the length is so perfect, which is also hard to accomplish when you are 5'8", the breaking point between regular length and talls.
So, I am in jeans Purgatory. I've worked too hard to have a tight waist on the jeans make me look like I have a big half-deflated fat bag around my middle. And I've worked too hard to have the new and improved butt and thighs swimming around in yards of useless fabric. But, the length is so perfect.
This sucks.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
What I Want
Current mood: miserable
OK, we've been going like crazy for over a week now. You know those times when everyone has somewhere the must be and you have just enough time to taxi kid A to location C and kid B to location A while juggling your Diet Coke and cell phone to coordinate the high school transition parent meeting/family reunion? Those times when two kids and two jobs mix in a less than wonderful way with two parents? I know I should quit sounding like a whiner, which is actually not what I am getting at here, and just move on, but...
Nolan and I got back from Dallas late Sunday evening. I think it was about 7 or 7:30 by the time Travis got us back to the house. He had made an awesome and special dinner and we wound up eating about 9 or so? The next morning we were all tired.
Nolan and Amanda had school on Presidents' Day. Travis and I both had the day off. I slept, he cleaned out the back yard. I got up before lunch and got myself going. Nolan had band after school and Amanda had tutoring. We went to the high school at 6 for the transition meeting (ugh, my kid is going into high school in a few months) which didn't actually start until about 6:30, which is typical of El Paso. We got home somewhere close to 9 and still had showers to get finished.
Travis was off on Tuesday as well. I also didn't work. We went in different directions to take care of normal errands and crap. While I was out I witnessed a wreck and stayed to give a statement. That took FOREVER. Nolan had a doctor visit at 1:00 and we were a few minutes late for that, but Travis and I got him there. That ran late too. We left and got back to the house about 3:00. Amanda called and asked if her friend could ride to Honor Orchestra with us because his parents couldn't take him. I said yes and they were at the house by about 3:45. We left for the east side at 4:20. I dropped the kids off at the rehearsal and went to Hobby Lobby because I didn't want to waste the gas it would take me to get back home, only to sit for 20 minutes and have to go back for the kids. Hobby Lobby had the perfect bedside table to match the new furniture. I got it and brought it and the kids home, made a stop at Walgreens on the way and Amanda and I got home around 9:00.
Wednesday both Travis and I went to work. Nolan wound up with after school detention for singing to himself in class (yes, really) and he and Amanda got home about the same time. I had business to take care of in the evening, which made getting dinner together near impossible, especially since Travis worked late. When he did walk through the door he grabbed the house phone because his cell had died and commenced with the continuance of a world-class butt chewing. By the time things settled down, it was way after 8:00.
I was supposed to work today but my boss on that one called and said he had some meetings to take and asked if we could work tomorrow. I decided to make an easy, but lengthy recipe for dinner. I wanted a nice, quiet night at home with my family. I thought a great dinner would be the perfect way to unwind.
Then, about a half an hour ago, half-way through the cooking process of my fabulous dinner, I checked my email. Oh, joy. There's an FRG meeting. It is mandatory for Soldiers. This is the first one in preparation for big stuff in the near future, so it is a little important. It starts at 6:00. Nolan called with another detention for singing to himself (yes, really) and I have no idea what crisis La Princessa will call me with, but now I am getting a little ticked.
I may need some chocolate soon.
Currently listening : Leave Me Alone By The Veronicas Release date: 13 November, 2006
OK, we've been going like crazy for over a week now. You know those times when everyone has somewhere the must be and you have just enough time to taxi kid A to location C and kid B to location A while juggling your Diet Coke and cell phone to coordinate the high school transition parent meeting/family reunion? Those times when two kids and two jobs mix in a less than wonderful way with two parents? I know I should quit sounding like a whiner, which is actually not what I am getting at here, and just move on, but...
Nolan and I got back from Dallas late Sunday evening. I think it was about 7 or 7:30 by the time Travis got us back to the house. He had made an awesome and special dinner and we wound up eating about 9 or so? The next morning we were all tired.
Nolan and Amanda had school on Presidents' Day. Travis and I both had the day off. I slept, he cleaned out the back yard. I got up before lunch and got myself going. Nolan had band after school and Amanda had tutoring. We went to the high school at 6 for the transition meeting (ugh, my kid is going into high school in a few months) which didn't actually start until about 6:30, which is typical of El Paso. We got home somewhere close to 9 and still had showers to get finished.
Travis was off on Tuesday as well. I also didn't work. We went in different directions to take care of normal errands and crap. While I was out I witnessed a wreck and stayed to give a statement. That took FOREVER. Nolan had a doctor visit at 1:00 and we were a few minutes late for that, but Travis and I got him there. That ran late too. We left and got back to the house about 3:00. Amanda called and asked if her friend could ride to Honor Orchestra with us because his parents couldn't take him. I said yes and they were at the house by about 3:45. We left for the east side at 4:20. I dropped the kids off at the rehearsal and went to Hobby Lobby because I didn't want to waste the gas it would take me to get back home, only to sit for 20 minutes and have to go back for the kids. Hobby Lobby had the perfect bedside table to match the new furniture. I got it and brought it and the kids home, made a stop at Walgreens on the way and Amanda and I got home around 9:00.
Wednesday both Travis and I went to work. Nolan wound up with after school detention for singing to himself in class (yes, really) and he and Amanda got home about the same time. I had business to take care of in the evening, which made getting dinner together near impossible, especially since Travis worked late. When he did walk through the door he grabbed the house phone because his cell had died and commenced with the continuance of a world-class butt chewing. By the time things settled down, it was way after 8:00.
I was supposed to work today but my boss on that one called and said he had some meetings to take and asked if we could work tomorrow. I decided to make an easy, but lengthy recipe for dinner. I wanted a nice, quiet night at home with my family. I thought a great dinner would be the perfect way to unwind.
Then, about a half an hour ago, half-way through the cooking process of my fabulous dinner, I checked my email. Oh, joy. There's an FRG meeting. It is mandatory for Soldiers. This is the first one in preparation for big stuff in the near future, so it is a little important. It starts at 6:00. Nolan called with another detention for singing to himself (yes, really) and I have no idea what crisis La Princessa will call me with, but now I am getting a little ticked.
I may need some chocolate soon.
Currently listening : Leave Me Alone By The Veronicas Release date: 13 November, 2006
Monday, February 11, 2008
187.8 Pounds
Current mood: accomplished
On Superbowl Sunday our favorite furniture store had a 50% off sale. Like any other furniture needing family with a fresh income tax refund check in their hands, we sniffed out the good deal, ponied up in the ol' Ford and headed down to the Ashley store.
Travis gave me a time limit because after all, the game was to start at 2:00. I had to be done and out the door by 1:40. I practically sprinted through the store. I had researched the website for specs on dressers as our bedroom only had limited dresser space- 65 inches, to be exact. I had everything written down in my notebook but alas, I forgot it at home. I thought about calling Amanda to have her read the style names to me as we went through the store but Travis reminded me that would just make the journey harder on all of us.
I looked at 90% of the store when I happened upon one I recognized from my internet searching but didn't fall in love with when I saw the pictures. Rawley Creek was actually NOT something which would have normally appealed to me, but for some reason that black finish was gorgeous. The finish was black on the drawers and lower part of the cabinet and had a birch under-finish and a birch top as well. Oh, it was so pretty. So, we got it. And the matching bedside table.
The clerk at the counter said it would take two weeks for the furniture to be delivered. Apparently two weeks translates to four days, which is fine by me. When I headed out Saturday for errands Travis asked me to swing by the Ashley store and have the furniture loaded. I did. Then I realized, that's one heavy dresser.
When I pulled up and backed in the driveway I saw it stamped on the box, "Gross weight: 187.8 pounds." Travis is strong. He's really friggin' strong. I am not. No, really, the weights I pump when I do legs is astronomically disproportionate to that which I do on "arm" days. I am a total weakling. My dream is to do a real push-up. Hah, good luck on that one. I was totally freaked out about how we were going to unload the dresser.
Travis guided me as to how to get it out of the bed of the truck and walk it down to be level on the ground. Then the challenge was to get it in the house and down the two hallways and in the very small master bedroom (yes, small, we have the smallest of the four bedrooms). Somehow I got it. Travis took one end and I took the other and he had Nolan (poor baby) spotting my end as we went up the step into the house. The halls were actually pretty easy. The whole bedroom thing wasn't that bad either.
Yesterday my shoulder was killing me. It feels better today.
I helped lift 187.8 pounds.
Let's just round that out to 93.9 pounds.
Yay me.
Currently listening : Bob the Builder - Dig Lift Haul Release date
On Superbowl Sunday our favorite furniture store had a 50% off sale. Like any other furniture needing family with a fresh income tax refund check in their hands, we sniffed out the good deal, ponied up in the ol' Ford and headed down to the Ashley store.
Travis gave me a time limit because after all, the game was to start at 2:00. I had to be done and out the door by 1:40. I practically sprinted through the store. I had researched the website for specs on dressers as our bedroom only had limited dresser space- 65 inches, to be exact. I had everything written down in my notebook but alas, I forgot it at home. I thought about calling Amanda to have her read the style names to me as we went through the store but Travis reminded me that would just make the journey harder on all of us.
I looked at 90% of the store when I happened upon one I recognized from my internet searching but didn't fall in love with when I saw the pictures. Rawley Creek was actually NOT something which would have normally appealed to me, but for some reason that black finish was gorgeous. The finish was black on the drawers and lower part of the cabinet and had a birch under-finish and a birch top as well. Oh, it was so pretty. So, we got it. And the matching bedside table.
The clerk at the counter said it would take two weeks for the furniture to be delivered. Apparently two weeks translates to four days, which is fine by me. When I headed out Saturday for errands Travis asked me to swing by the Ashley store and have the furniture loaded. I did. Then I realized, that's one heavy dresser.
When I pulled up and backed in the driveway I saw it stamped on the box, "Gross weight: 187.8 pounds." Travis is strong. He's really friggin' strong. I am not. No, really, the weights I pump when I do legs is astronomically disproportionate to that which I do on "arm" days. I am a total weakling. My dream is to do a real push-up. Hah, good luck on that one. I was totally freaked out about how we were going to unload the dresser.
Travis guided me as to how to get it out of the bed of the truck and walk it down to be level on the ground. Then the challenge was to get it in the house and down the two hallways and in the very small master bedroom (yes, small, we have the smallest of the four bedrooms). Somehow I got it. Travis took one end and I took the other and he had Nolan (poor baby) spotting my end as we went up the step into the house. The halls were actually pretty easy. The whole bedroom thing wasn't that bad either.
Yesterday my shoulder was killing me. It feels better today.
I helped lift 187.8 pounds.
Let's just round that out to 93.9 pounds.
Yay me.
Currently listening : Bob the Builder - Dig Lift Haul Release date
Friday, February 8, 2008
I Feel Like Total Doo
I shouldn't have to blog about it because the title says it all, but I am really feeling like crap right now. I thought I was going to be fine, but typical of everything else, I am usually the most clueless and last to know.
Two weeks ago Amanda was sick with some cold. I didn't think she was all that bad, but she was convinced she was dying. She loves going to school so she never asked to stay home, so that is usually my litmus test as to how sick she is at any given time. I am pretty sure she's going to live if she goes to school. To hear her tell it she was one tube from life support. Maybe she was worse than I thought.
Travis came home last week with the sniffles and they hung around for several days. Then, Monday it really started to hit him. He came home, ate dinner and took some Nyquil. About twenty minutes later he was passed out on the couch. When I finished the kitchen and getting the Tuesday stuff ready I sat down for some TV time and then I zonked out. I woke up at about 2:00 and got him up to go to bed. Tuesday night was absolute craziness (see below) and he was still sick, but doing better. But, trust me when I tell you he was pretty sick with this cold.
We've had Thomas (the boyfriend's little brother) since Monday (until last night) while his mother went home to visit her dad. Kelly's dad is very sick. He has pancreatic cancer. The doctors found it two weeks ago and did surgery. He had another surgery two days ago to see how much repair could be done. While he was in surgery they saw just how far the cancer had spread and decided to close him back up and let him decide the course of action. He may have weeks or he may have months, but either way, the time he has is not enough. Your prayers and positive thoughts for Kelly are appreciated. Please remember that her husband is deployed right now and she has three boys to take care of. Thomas was pretty good for us, but one more person in the mix was interesting to say the least.
I couldn't get sick this week because I didn't have time for it with Thomas here and everything else. I picked Kelly up from the airport last night and when I got back home I felt it coming on. THE COLD. The nose was starting to run and my throat was getting scratchy. As I sat on the couch next to Travis it wasn't but about 45 minutes later that the aches started. I took some Nyquil and subsequently passed out.
This morning I barely woke up with enough time to get everyone up and about. Travis came home to change after PT and he had stopped and gotten me some Dayquil, cough drops and Sprite. He also offered to take the kids to school for me. God bless him.
I anticipate my day will be filled with the DVR, the remote, lots of fluids, sleeping on the couch and drool.
See you when I am again human.
Two weeks ago Amanda was sick with some cold. I didn't think she was all that bad, but she was convinced she was dying. She loves going to school so she never asked to stay home, so that is usually my litmus test as to how sick she is at any given time. I am pretty sure she's going to live if she goes to school. To hear her tell it she was one tube from life support. Maybe she was worse than I thought.
Travis came home last week with the sniffles and they hung around for several days. Then, Monday it really started to hit him. He came home, ate dinner and took some Nyquil. About twenty minutes later he was passed out on the couch. When I finished the kitchen and getting the Tuesday stuff ready I sat down for some TV time and then I zonked out. I woke up at about 2:00 and got him up to go to bed. Tuesday night was absolute craziness (see below) and he was still sick, but doing better. But, trust me when I tell you he was pretty sick with this cold.
We've had Thomas (the boyfriend's little brother) since Monday (until last night) while his mother went home to visit her dad. Kelly's dad is very sick. He has pancreatic cancer. The doctors found it two weeks ago and did surgery. He had another surgery two days ago to see how much repair could be done. While he was in surgery they saw just how far the cancer had spread and decided to close him back up and let him decide the course of action. He may have weeks or he may have months, but either way, the time he has is not enough. Your prayers and positive thoughts for Kelly are appreciated. Please remember that her husband is deployed right now and she has three boys to take care of. Thomas was pretty good for us, but one more person in the mix was interesting to say the least.
I couldn't get sick this week because I didn't have time for it with Thomas here and everything else. I picked Kelly up from the airport last night and when I got back home I felt it coming on. THE COLD. The nose was starting to run and my throat was getting scratchy. As I sat on the couch next to Travis it wasn't but about 45 minutes later that the aches started. I took some Nyquil and subsequently passed out.
This morning I barely woke up with enough time to get everyone up and about. Travis came home to change after PT and he had stopped and gotten me some Dayquil, cough drops and Sprite. He also offered to take the kids to school for me. God bless him.
I anticipate my day will be filled with the DVR, the remote, lots of fluids, sleeping on the couch and drool.
See you when I am again human.
Military Life
Current mood: blank
Yeah, we STILL don't know. Traivs' "report date" is this Sunday, yes, 48 hours away. He's been instructed to stay put, so he is, for now. If he does leave it will be early next month, but the jury's still out on it. So, we wait...
But, until we know, enjoy the following. A friend sent this and I think all of it applies to me except maybe two of them. Fun stuff, this Army life...
You might be a military spouse if...
If you know what an LES is and can read it.
If you know "going to the commissary" means the same as "going to the grocery store".
If you've ever stood way down the dairy section aisle of the commissary waiting to be checked out by a cashier.(This usually happens on paydays.)
If you're broke by around the 12th and 27th of every month.
If you spend at least one day a week sleeping by yourself.
If that one day a week is no big deal to you.
If one week or one month away from your spouse is no big deal either.
If you spend more time with your neighbors than your spouse or have ever felt "married" to one or more of your friends.
If you've ever checked your email multiple times a day in hopes your spouse has written you and know how horrible email being "down" is.
If the thought of another deployment makes you cringe.
If you've ever stood helpless while your kids cry for Daddy (or Mommy), wishing you could tell them it wouldn't be long but knowing it's not true...and ended up crying with them.
If "sleeping with another man" means letting your son sleep with you while Daddy's gone.
If you've ever felt a twinge of jealousy seeing a couple enjoy each other's company in public somewhere while your spouse was gone.
If, upon hearing of a military member's death, you cry for their spouse and children and want to hold your spouse a little tighter or email them if they aren't with you.
If you've had your spouse's picture as the desktop background on your computer so you can feel like they're still with you.If you've ever talked to that picture, smiled at it, cried to it, and in some weird way felt better afterwards.
If you've ever made a paper chain that was long enough to circle your entire living room (or more) and removed the links one by one down to the last when your spouse was finally coming home.
If you've ever had to add (or remove) links to that chain because the arrival date changed.
If you've ever cried tears of joy at a homecoming...but secretly ached inside knowing the happiness was short-lived and your spouse would be leaving again.
If you've ever felt weird, or almost "wrong", sleeping with your spouse after a long separation (who is this stranger?). If you know most of your spouse's workmates by their last name only.
If you have a power of attorney, USE it, and freak out when it expires.
If you know that not everyone accepts a power of attorney, despite the fact it gives you permission to practically BE your spouse.
If you've ever argued that fact with someone in person or over the phone and gotten nowhere.
If you've ever informed your spouse of your baby's arrival by sending an American Red Cross.
If you've spent almost all the holidays in any given year without your spouse.
If you've ever avoided touching your spouse until they thoroughly showered off the mace-like product they had sprayed on them during training.
If you accidentally got some on your hand anyway, didn't know it, and rubbed it in your eyes. (OUCH!)
If you know what "leave" is and have looked forward to being able to use it.
If you've ever reassured your spouse while they worried over making rank...telling them everything would be fine either way.
If you've ever celebrated when they made it...but knew you'd have to wait months before seeing the pay raise.
If you have perfected the military cut, even though you have had no previous hair cutting experience.
If you own a sewing machine that's mainly used to sew patches on your spouse's uniforms, and you do it well.
If you've ever stood quietly and proudly on the sidelines while your spouse was recognized for the work they'd done.
If anything on this list made you laugh, cry, or at least nod your head in agreement...you might be a military spouse!
Currently listening : I Love It By Craig Morgan Release date: 11 March, 2003
Yeah, we STILL don't know. Traivs' "report date" is this Sunday, yes, 48 hours away. He's been instructed to stay put, so he is, for now. If he does leave it will be early next month, but the jury's still out on it. So, we wait...
But, until we know, enjoy the following. A friend sent this and I think all of it applies to me except maybe two of them. Fun stuff, this Army life...
You might be a military spouse if...
If you know what an LES is and can read it.
If you know "going to the commissary" means the same as "going to the grocery store".
If you've ever stood way down the dairy section aisle of the commissary waiting to be checked out by a cashier.(This usually happens on paydays.)
If you're broke by around the 12th and 27th of every month.
If you spend at least one day a week sleeping by yourself.
If that one day a week is no big deal to you.
If one week or one month away from your spouse is no big deal either.
If you spend more time with your neighbors than your spouse or have ever felt "married" to one or more of your friends.
If you've ever checked your email multiple times a day in hopes your spouse has written you and know how horrible email being "down" is.
If the thought of another deployment makes you cringe.
If you've ever stood helpless while your kids cry for Daddy (or Mommy), wishing you could tell them it wouldn't be long but knowing it's not true...and ended up crying with them.
If "sleeping with another man" means letting your son sleep with you while Daddy's gone.
If you've ever felt a twinge of jealousy seeing a couple enjoy each other's company in public somewhere while your spouse was gone.
If, upon hearing of a military member's death, you cry for their spouse and children and want to hold your spouse a little tighter or email them if they aren't with you.
If you've had your spouse's picture as the desktop background on your computer so you can feel like they're still with you.If you've ever talked to that picture, smiled at it, cried to it, and in some weird way felt better afterwards.
If you've ever made a paper chain that was long enough to circle your entire living room (or more) and removed the links one by one down to the last when your spouse was finally coming home.
If you've ever had to add (or remove) links to that chain because the arrival date changed.
If you've ever cried tears of joy at a homecoming...but secretly ached inside knowing the happiness was short-lived and your spouse would be leaving again.
If you've ever felt weird, or almost "wrong", sleeping with your spouse after a long separation (who is this stranger?). If you know most of your spouse's workmates by their last name only.
If you have a power of attorney, USE it, and freak out when it expires.
If you know that not everyone accepts a power of attorney, despite the fact it gives you permission to practically BE your spouse.
If you've ever argued that fact with someone in person or over the phone and gotten nowhere.
If you've ever informed your spouse of your baby's arrival by sending an American Red Cross.
If you've spent almost all the holidays in any given year without your spouse.
If you've ever avoided touching your spouse until they thoroughly showered off the mace-like product they had sprayed on them during training.
If you accidentally got some on your hand anyway, didn't know it, and rubbed it in your eyes. (OUCH!)
If you know what "leave" is and have looked forward to being able to use it.
If you've ever reassured your spouse while they worried over making rank...telling them everything would be fine either way.
If you've ever celebrated when they made it...but knew you'd have to wait months before seeing the pay raise.
If you have perfected the military cut, even though you have had no previous hair cutting experience.
If you own a sewing machine that's mainly used to sew patches on your spouse's uniforms, and you do it well.
If you've ever stood quietly and proudly on the sidelines while your spouse was recognized for the work they'd done.
If anything on this list made you laugh, cry, or at least nod your head in agreement...you might be a military spouse!
Currently listening : I Love It By Craig Morgan Release date: 11 March, 2003
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