Wednesday, January 11, 2012
The Milspouse Quiz
Thursday, December 1, 2011
this too shall pass...
Finally got our tree up! And of course my favorite ornament on our tree:
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
It's been awhile...
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
what a military spouse knows. A MUST READ.
As many of you know, my husband came home from our third deployment not too long ago. During the deployment, a reporter asked me to share “What I Knew” about deployments and military life. This was my answer:
As I forced my hands to unfurl from his neck, feeling the familiar sting in my nose as tears pushed against my will, the words rattled and echoed in my brain. “Not again.”
I watched him walk away–that uniform, identifiable gait—and my heart bent and splintered as the reality of a third deployment began to shower over me.
I picked up the phone, dialing the numbers my numb fingers always meander toward, and sat in silence while she tried to ease my pain. “I can’t imagine…He will be home….I’m here.”
And then she said six words that shot through my ears, penetrated my brain, and stiffened my spine: “You know how to do this.”
She was right. I do know how to do this. I intimately know the all-too familiar lump in my throat. The year of being both father and mother, making the best of a situation. I know exactly how one year feels as I X each day off my calendar. And I know how to ensure that while our lives are on hold, we still live.
The truth is I know a lot:
- The thought of being alone for a year doesn’t bother me. The fear of being alone for a lifetime—does.
- Flat rate boxes can hold twenty whoopee cushions, four kindergarten projects, and five perfume-scented letters.
- Technology can be a double-edged sword—one side delivering his face; the other a brutal live-action feed of explosions and camouflaged body parts.
- Murphy’s Law is a constant companion. The moment he walks out the door, anything that can break, collapse, bleed, or explode–will .
- Five hours of uninterrupted sleep is a gift from the deployment gods
- Holidays are hard, but manageable.
- Deployments come and go, but sand from his boots never leaves.
- Nothing can replace a handwritten letter. Through those beautifully folded pages, he is holding my hand again.
- When the National Anthem is played, I know goosebumps will rise on my arms, and a lump will fill my throat.
- The silence in communication following a war zone attack is agonizing.
- Laughter is a powerful ally.
- Each deployment offers two options: grow or regress. This is a choice.
- Cereal is always a dinner option.
- Videos of lost teeth, ballerina recitals, and preschool graduations can be emailed to Iraq nearly instantly.
- Five powers of attorney and the intimate details of his will are needed to navigate a deployment.
- White out blizzards can actually bury a truck in five minutes.
- Rosie the Riveter was right: We can do it.
- Children cling to hope and the promise of tomorrow.
- Living in each moment together is possible when facing the fear that it could be your last.
- Welcome home kisses are sweeter than the finest chocolate.
- Anger will grip me and depression can hold me, but another military spouse will steady me.
- A six-year-old child can feel the absence of her father so deeply that she can suffer from clinical depression.
- A military spouse will often hold her/his tongue, silencing a story, for fear of sounding “unpatriotic.”
- The sound of a bugle can make my heart swell with pride or collapse in sorrow.
- Duct tape and a monkey wrench can fix nearly anything.
- Despite the protestors and those who tell me I “knew” what I was getting into, I know there are countless American citizens who will go above and beyond to show they support us.
There are many things I know.
I know how to change the brakes on my truck, rappel from the side of a cliff, shoot a double-barreled shotgun, balance a checkbook, earn my keep, and kiss a child enough to feel like two.
But there are still so many things I don’t know.
- I don’t know how to start my heart again when I see a death notification car on my street.
- When that knock echoes on the door of my neighbor, I don’t know how to forgive myself when I am relieved.
- I don’t know how to hug him enough to last a lifetime, or kiss him just so in order to feel satisfied—should our reunion be at the foot of a pine box.
- I’m not willing to learn how to pretend he doesn’t exist, to keep him out of our life while it goes on without him, or to build a wall so high he has no way to scale it.
- I don’t know how to stop his panic attacks, and I have no idea how to make my nightmares of rampant bombs and lifeless limbs disappear.
- I don’t know how to adjust to his presence in my house when our floor rarely feels the weight of his boots.
- I don’t know how to tell his small children that, yes, he leaves them all the time. But because he loves them so deeply, he is willing to die to keep them free.
- I can’t understand those who would question my desire to stay with him, or how I can peacefully sleep beside a “killer.”
- I am amazed and confounded that despite all he has seen, he still has the courage to laugh.
- I don’t’ know how to give up on my family.
But, most importantly:
I have no clue how to still my pounding heart when he finally walks through our door again, I don’t know how to pull my hands from his sand-stained neck and say goodbye, and I don’t know how to ever walk away from a man who stands while many choose to sit.
Friday, May 6, 2011
appreciation day for milspouses and nurses!
Today is military spouse appreciation day.
This is for the husbands and wives who wake up early when their soldier leaves for PT.
This is for the fathers and mothers who hold their children tight when they cling and cry for a parent overseas at night.
This is for the men and women who avoid the news, watch the news, or are glued to the news every day for months on end, hoping for good and not bad.
This is for the cooks who learn the gobbledygook acronyms and threaten to serve MREs if they are faced with a caselot sale on a payday at the commissary again.
This is for the lovers who touch photographs and hold back tears.
This is for the actors who put on a happy face when their soldier takes one more look over a shoulder while the transport is moving out.
This is for the comedians who crack jokes on the phone over webcams, just to see their soldier smile thousands of miles away.
This is for the tired whose hearts break at the thought of just one more day alone, much less several more months.
This is for the strong who keep moving when they all want to do is stay under the covers and curl up in a ball.
This is for the "dependents" who know that a greater oxymoron was never coined, who rise to the call of independence in order to keep the house running smoothly, or to move it across the country alone.
This is for the proud, whose hearts are full to bursting as their loved ones step off that plane, that bus, that boat to stand in formation and affirm that they have served and will continue to serve their country.
This is for those who also serve, by making their own sacrifices and supporting their military loved one on the homefront, giving them assurance that all is well and that they can focus on the job at hand until it's time to come home.
This is for us, military spouses! Appreciate yourself today!
Today is also national nurses day, and May 6th-May12th is national nurses week!
We would all be worse without a nurse.
Nurses are more than just people in white;
They are mediators between human suffering and human wellness;
Where what they do goes far beyond what is seen.
Happy national nurses week!
Monday, May 2, 2011
5/1/2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
happy military monday!
Thursday, April 14, 2011
what's your song?
I left at around 0445ish this morning and got here at 1530 (1430 central time). Eddie assumed that he would be done by noonish but of course that didn't happen lol...he wasn't done until around 1645ish. So I went to the PX and uh...yeah. Drove around. So much to do! haha.
I'm so happy to see him :) We're planning on getting Korean food with some friends tonight. Tomorrow is milball and Monday is his MPBOLC graduation! I'm so proud of him :)
Once again, Goodnight Moon is hosting a weekly "What's Your Song?" link-up. Head over to her blog to participate!
This week I chose "One and Only" by ADELE, because I think it is a beautiful song and I honestly CANNOT stop listening to her! She describes her style as "heartbroken soul" which I think sums it up pretty well. When you can't describe how your feeling, Adele just kind of puts it all in a song for you, if that makes sense.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Military Monday bloghop & Something About ME!
Go to Keely's blog to participate! This week's questions:Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Military Life From Alpha to Zulu!
Friday, March 18, 2011
MilSpouse Friday Fill-in!

What are some of your ideas for staying connected with family...you know, those people we moved thousands of miles away from? submitted by Live It. Love it. (or not). Write About It.
Facebook...especially with E's mom and his family. but for my mom and some of my other family members who do not use Facebook, we just call them.
What's the most romantic gift you have GIVEN? submitted by Painting My Canvas.
Honestly I haven't really given anything "romantic" to E...just stuff that he either has been wanting or needing.
Would you encourage your child, if they came to you and wanted to join the military? submitted by Perfectly Imperfect.
sure, why not? I definitely wouldn't discourage them. I'm sure E would definitely encourage them to join the military, being a fellow military man himself lol.
What is your least favorite bill to pay and why? submitted by A Little of This, A Little of That.
cable...it's somewhat expensive for something I don't really use that much and there's never anything to watch on TV when my shows aren't on. it just seems like a waste of money sometimes!
What is the proudest moment you've had as a military spouse? submitted by Our Okinawa Life.
When other soldiers tell me that E is a good soldier and any platoon will be lucky to have him as their PL. I'm always proud of my husband, but hearing that made me really proud! I also had some E's friends from BOLC say that E is a very nice guy with a good heart and they told me that I am very lucky...and I truly am.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
the spray went from ear-to-ear, then they had to go through an obstacle course. They had to knee and punch some targets (30 seconds each), OC spray a target (but that was just water) and then arrest someone. Afterwards they went to the decon station.
I felt so bad for all of these soldiers because I can only imagine how much it must suck to get sprayed in the face like that. Getting gassed or tased is nothing compared to getting OC-sprayed. Gas is like 10 minutes of suck, tased is a few moments of suck but OC-spray is like over an hour of suck. I captured pictures of E going through the obstacle course and then followed him to the decon station where I helped him and the other soldiers. There wasn't much I could do, other than pouring water on them, offering them paper towels and getting them baby shampoo and telling them to face the wind to help with the burn. One of the soldiers said to me, "you know, you're a very nice person. thank you." That made me smile :) I told E to slather sour cream on his face after flushing with water because it will help neutralize the burn. A lot of the other guys laughed, but once they slathered some sour cream on their face they realized how much it helps :)
Now E can no longer make fun of me for slathering sour cream all over my fingers and hands one day. We made guacamole and added some finely-chopped jalapeno to the mix. I didn't wear gloves and failed to properly wash off those capsacein oils. I just used some soap and water. That didn't work. Later that night I took a shower and rubbed my eyes and they were burning and then my fingers and hands felt like they were on fire. It was miserable. There was nothing that really could be done because the pores in my skin were already open and the capsaceins have already penetrated into the skin, but sour cream and dairy provided temporary relief. Once some ibuprofen kicked in I felt a lot better. Now I'm NOT comparing the burning from the jalapeno to the burn in your face/eyes from the OC spray, but it really helps to neutralize that burn! Now every time I chop up jalapenos I rinse with sour cream/yogurt/milk and then soap & water. I haven't had a problem since :)
(click to see full pictures because of my stupid layout...)


Lol aww...so proud of him! His face is fine now :)
Last night we went to The Hub which is a German restaurant. I don't mind German food, but I've never been "blown away" by something by so much where I *HAVE* to have it. I got the zigeur schnitzel, which intrigued me because of the "jalapeno & mushroom sauce." when I got it, it just looked like a bunch of brown gravy...wasn't spicy at all. There was only like 1 little slice of jalapeno and that wasn't even hot. At least the pork was tender.
E got the kaiser schnitzel with spaetzle. The kaiser schnitzel had some sort of weird creamy sauce on it that tasted like it was mustard-based (and I hate mustard) but it had a really good flavor. E loved it. Everything was good, but I would rather go to Seoul Garden or El Jimador the next time I come here. Plus the service at The Hub was VERY slow. We waited over an hour just to get our food.
Tonight we're going to Saint Louis so that should be interesting :) We're going to an Arabic restaurant for dinner which I'm excited for! :)
Friday, February 11, 2011
my charm bracelet finally came!

Thursday, January 27, 2011
Randoms
So far I haven't done much today ha. I went to Starbucks at the PX this morning and decided I would be productive and make lab value note cards (NCLEX stuff), then I decided to go to the other PX to look around. That one is set up much like a Walmart and everything is discounted by at least 20% and non-taxable. They had like a mini Ulta/Sephora (carrying Smashbox, Too Faced, Lancome, Estee Lauder, Clinique, Elizabeth Arden & Philosophy stuff, + fragrance and drugstore makeup), they had Bath & Body Works stuff, Coach/Dooney & Burke purses and Vera Bradley! Of course they don't carry EVERYTHING but I thought it was pretty cool that I can get this stuff on post. I wanted to buy a Coach handbag sooooo badly but I still can't afford one at the moment lol.
I went looking for "military pride" things. I ended up just buying this water bottle lol, but I love what it says and I needed a new water bottle anyway haha:

And speaking of other military pride things, my keychain from Just Initials came in:
Honestly, I've seen keychains like this that are made better (and better quality!) than this...this one is just a single piece of fabric with embroidery. I have not, however, found a business with keychains similar to this that make Army-themed ones. Regardless, I still love it!I also wanted to showcase Melissa's Marvels. She makes really cute custom-made military-themed jewelry! I've been meaning to order a charm bracelet from her, I'm just waiting on $$$. Definitely check her stuff out, though :)
For now I'm just hanging out in Eddie's room until he comes back for his lunch break, whenever that will be :)
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
The Making of a Military Wife
An angel appeared and said, "You're having a lot of trouble with this one. What's wrong with the standard model?"
And the Lord replied, "Have you seen the specs on this order? She has to be completely independent, but must be sponsored to get on post; have the qualities of both father and mother during deployments; be a perfect hostess to 4 or 40; run on black coffee; handle emergencies without a manual; be able to handle flu, birthdays and moves around the world; have a kiss that can cure anything from a child's torn Valentine to a husband's weary day; have the patience of a saint when waiting for the Unit to return home; and have six pairs of hands."
The angel shook her hand slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands... no way!"
And the Lord answered, "Don't worry, we'll make other military wives to help. Besides it's not the hands that are causing the problem, it's the heart. It must swell with pride in her husband, sustain the ache of separations, beat on soundly when it's too tired to do so and be large enough to say, "I Understand" when she doesn't, and 'I love you' regardless."
"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve gently. "Come to bed... finish this tomorrow!"
"I can't," said the Lord. "I'm so close to creating something unique. Already I have one who heals herself when she's sick, can feed three unexpected guests who are stuck in the area due to bad weather, and can wave good-bye to her husband, from a pier, off a runway and understand that it is important to his country that he leaves."
The angel circled the model of the military wife very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.
"But tough," said the Lord excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this woman can do or endure."
"Can it think?"
"Can it think? It can convert 1400 to 2 p.m."
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."
"It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."
"What's it for?" asked the angel.
"It's for joy. Sadness. Disappointment. Pain, loneliness and pride!"
"You are a genius," sighed the angel.
The Lord looked somber and replied, "I didn't put it there."



