Military Spouses are Anything But Dependent.


After reading a Navy Wives Facebook Support Page, I thought a few girls needed this one.

This Column is Dedicated to The Spouses, “Those who Silently Serve.”

Anything But Dependent is the title I chose for this weekly spouse column. I came up with this title because of the stereotype we are given. Our civilian counterparts have labeled us as dependent, needy, and whiney.  I am normally pretty reserved when someone has views different from my own.  I respect them, keep an open mind, and try to gain perspective from listening to others.  But this is something that I can’t keep quiet about.  I even caught myself snapping at a very rude woman in line behind me at the store once.  She was talking about living in “this town” and how she was tired of “these lazy military wives” to a friend on the phone.

She was referring to an exhausted looking woman in pajama pants who was in front of us holding her credit card and a Military ID.  While I waited for her to end her conversation, thoughts flew through my mind.  Who was the woman in the pajama pants? I wonder what would bring her to the store at 7:45AM.  Was she sick with no one to help her?  Was she getting something for her child that couldn’t wait until later?

I then started thinking of all the times that I have gone to the store in sweat pants and my hair tied in a knotty mess just to get the much-needed medicine for my children or myself.  So many thoughts were rushing through my brain that it made my face heat up.  The women hung up her phone and I turned to her and said, “I couldn’t help but over hear your comment about military wives, I just wanted to let you know that you are putting a very negative stereotype on a large and amazing group of women.”  She replied, “There’s nothing amazing about women that sit around waiting on their husbands and having babies!”  Continue reading

Do you like where you are stationed?


North VS South

I’m originally from St. Louis, Missouri.  I grew up watching the Cardinals play baseball on warm summer nights.  I was an All American Midwestern girl who day dreamed about getting married and moving away, although none of my dreams included a sailor and moving to the South.  Somehow there I was in my early 20’s married and moving to Kings Bay, Georgia.

On the news, shortly after arriving in my new town, an alligator had being captured out of someone’s back yard and I realized “I wasn’t in Kansas anymore.”  In Missouri you call on a stray pet, not a man-eating reptile. Continue reading

Raising a Daughter with class, not words across her butt.


*This is in response to LZ Granderson’s article titled, “Parents, don’t dress your girls like tramps”

First, I love that this article was written by a Dad.  My father may not have liked my clothing choices, but it was my Mom that took me shopping and was there in the morning when I got dressed for the day.  Kudos for this Dad being not only involved, but vocal.

Now on to my daughter.  Makayla, “Kay” will be 9 on the 28th of this month. She is a Tom Boy one moment, out in the dirt and collecting bugs, slugs, and salamanders. She wears old clothes, climbs trees and doesn’t care what is going on with her hair. The next day she is a Fashionista, coming down the stairs in her latest outfit creation.  She loves “pretty things” and colors.

Her favorite thing to do when in a store is to go straight to the clothing section and look at the clothes.  We don’t have to be buying anything, she just likes to see what’s new, touch it all, and comment with her reviews.  Most Mom’s wouldn’t entertain this side trip while in a store.  They have other things to get and places to be, but this time is important to me.  This is when the door for what’s appropriate is opened for conversation and I will take every opportunity to have her attention. Continue reading

Do you have a Daughter? My thoughts to follow later. . .


Parents, don’t dress your girls like tramps

By LZ Granderson, CNN Contributor
April 19, 2011 8:52 a.m. EDT
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STORY HIGHLIGHTS
  • LZ Granderson: Some parents dress their young girls in provocative outfits
  • Retailers have encouraged this behavior by marketing inappropriate clothing
  • He says it’s OK to blame retailers, but it’s parents who are ultimately responsible
  • Children need parents who will set rules, not be their friends, he says

Editor’s note: LZ Granderson writes a weekly column for CNN.com. A senior writer and columnist for ESPN The Magazine and ESPN.com, he has contributed to ESPN’s “Sports Center,” “Outside the Lines” and “First Take.” He is a 2011 and 2010 nominee and the 2009 winner of the Gay and Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation award for online journalism and a 2010 and 2008 honoree of the National Lesbian and Gay Journalists Association for column writing.

Grand Rapids, Michigan (CNN) – I saw someone at the airport the other day who really caught my eye.

Her beautiful, long blond hair was braided back a la Bo Derek in the movie “10″ (or for the younger set, Christina Aguilera during her “Xtina” phase). Her lips were pink and shiny from the gloss, and her earrings dangled playfully from her lobes.

You can tell she had been vacationing somewhere warm, because you could see her deep tan around her midriff thanks to the halter top and the tight sweatpants that rested just a little low on her waist. The icing on the cake? The word “Juicy” was written on her backside. Continue reading

Shore Duty Mondays


This being our first Shore Duty after back-to-back Sea Tours, I envisioned bliss. I had a picture show playing through my mind at night as I counted down the days to having a husband home every day. And with a husband home, came help with kids and daily activities. I saw a more relaxed me having dinner at the same time every night and someone to cook with.

I didn’t foresee that Shore Duty was still considered Active Duty Military and therefore requires travel, after hours and weekend emergency calls, and finishing degrees. Don’t get me wrong, Shore Duty is still pretty impressive. The other day the Washing Machine broke and I wasn’t the one fixing it, nor did I have to call anyone. Yesterday, I wasn’t the one on top of an extremely tall ladder trying to put hooks on the house for hanging baskets. And most nights I get to fall asleep next to a man who I not only love, but after getting to spend so much time with, I actually LIKE! To put the icing on the cake, I can also say, “Ask your Father!!” This alone is magical.  Continue reading

Blog Updates and Changes


Welcome to all the new readers! When you check back, you will find things looking a little different. I’m still adjusting and getting settled in. It’s important to me that this be a blog that is not only fun, but easy to read and share with friends.

If you have the time, I’d love for you to leave comments. Your thoughts let other people know that they aren’t alone! : )

Thanks and Happy Reading!

M

Column-A Sailor’s Daughter


A Sailor’s Daughter

My daughter is a Daddy’s girl. She is a pixie of a girl who turned six last month. She is my mini me. She walks like me, talks like me, and looks like me. On some days it scares me to death and on other days I find nothing but laughter and joy. My Husband is already worried about boys, dating, and the thought of her growing up. She has my eyes and stubbornness. She is a handful on every level. I can only blame myself. This little girl follows her Dad every where. She asked to go with him on his most recent deployment, explaining that she could be his “helper”. She talks about her Dad every day. She draws pictures, writes notes to him and asks over and over, “when will Daddy be home?” But the other night, this little girl who turns my world upside down on a daily basis made me speechless.

I go in to check on her like I do every night. It’s late, my nine-year old son is sound asleep and I find my daughter holding her “Daddy Wish Bear” (A bear that Dad gave her so he can hear her wishes at night). She has a few stray tears running down her face. I ask if she is OK.  She says, “No”. She then puts her hand over her chest and says, “Mommy, there is something wrong with my heart.” I asked in my frantic Mom voice, “What do you mean? Are you OK?” She replies,” I was wishing with my Daddy Bear and Daddy makes my heart “beep(She says beep, instead of beat.) really fast and it hurts.” I asked her again where it was hurting, and she said that her heart “moved up” and it hurts. She was pointing to the base of her neck. My eyes swelled up and I too had that feeling. I realized that she was talking about the feeling you get when you are “all chocked up”. Your chest and throat tighten and you physically hurt. She said that she couldn’t make it stop. I explained that her heart hurts because she misses her Dad, and that when we love someone so much, it’s hard to be apart. “I don’t like it”, she replied. Continue reading

Column-Milspouse Friendships


Milspouse Friendships

I have been blessed over the years with the most incredible friends. I have mentioned before that it is the biggest perk of being a military spouse. We may be thrown together into a spouse meeting with little introduction and no direction, but we not only make it work, we create life long bonds. Some friendships are instant and strong, others are slow and need time to blossom. I have had both and every thing in between. But, one friendship has stood out from them all.

It started a couple of years ago when started volunteering on base. I was sitting in an office and a woman came in looking flustered and sat down across from me. She started talking about her kids and life in general. Her name was Amy and the first thought I had of her was that she was funny. She made me laugh and I would get lost in her stories.

Soon, we were chatting at lunch and making each other laugh so hard. We started making sure that we volunteered on the same days, we went shopping on our free days, and we met with our kids to just relax. Every day that went by, we became closer. Not only did we get along, but also we adored each other’s spouses and children and our husbands became friends. It’s every milspouses dream friendship.

Soon, we were inseparable. We volunteered together, we spent our family nights together, we were a set.

Amy became my sister. She is the only one that could look at me and tell me that I was being stupid and I knew she was most likely right. I could tell her what I really thought of the shirt she had on and we could argue anything but in the end, we loved each other like family. We are family. And what is sad is that I didn’t realize what I had until it was gone. Just this August, Amy moved to Japan. She had no idea that after I looked so excited for her to get the orders that she wanted, I went home to my husband and cried. “What will I do without Amy?” I asked my husband. “Oh, I don’t know, replied my husband . . .Maybe spend more time with ME!?” He was teasing and made me smile. I just couldn’t imagine my life without her and even though we are in the Navy, I just never thought ahead to this day. Continue reading

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