A year later. . .yes, an entire year later and we are finally on the West Coast with The Husband, aka “Dad”. After not being able to sell our house for a year, we rented it and orchestrated a cross-country move in 4 weeks. Why? Because we are crazy. It was a 3,400 mile adventure that started in Kings Bay, GA and ended in Bangor, Washington. What. A. Trip. Stories to come, but now that we are settled in, it’s time to get things back up and moving! This Blog being one of them! Heerreeee we go!
Monthly Archives: April 2011
Heeerrreeee Motivation…motivation…motivation
I told myself that this week was the week I started working out. Again. I don’t know how many times I have gone through this cycle. I got into great shape after having my two children, but they are now going to be 9 and 12. Huh. It doesn’t feel like it was THAT long ago.
I stayed in shape until I hurt my knee in 2005, which started a crazy cycle of being in shape, then gaining 20+ lbs over and over. I had three surgeries, each two years apart. It sucked. My last Surgery was at the end of 2009 and even though I have terrible arthritis in that knee, there are no more excuses. Trust me, I’ve tried to make new ones up. My most recent “excuse” was moving cross-country. I had gotten within ten pounds of my goal before the move and now that I am here in the beautiful and very in shape Pacific Northwest, I have gained 10 lbs back. Go Figure. Continue reading
Column-Would you choose it again?
Would you choose it again?
Would you choose this life, aka-the military, if you knew then what you know now? Wow, that’s a loaded question. I was taken back a bit when asked this by a civilian friend. She has watched me for years juggle the life of a single mom with a part-time husband. This girlfriend has my life, but as a civilian’s wife. Our kids are about the same age, our husbands are very similar. So why do we have trouble relating after years of friendship? Well, because my husband is in the Navy.
Her husband is home every night. She makes dinner at the same time each evening, because her husband is there at the same time every night. He never works weekends or holidays. He never goes away on business.
Once he went on a fishing trip for three days and she called me exhausted saying, “I know exactly how you must feel!” I didn’t know whether to laugh because that was the funniest thing that I had ever heard, or cry because she really had no clue. I just told her to focus on the fact that her husband would be home soon. At that point, I had been alone for a month and it would be over four months until I would see my husband again. Continue reading
