May 10, 2013 By Marie in Air Force, Army, Author:Marie, Carrier, Coast Gaurd, Deployment, Diver, Everyday Life, Family, Fast Attack, Friendship, Homecoming, Marines, Military, Military Husband, Military Spouse, Military Wife, Navy, SSBN, SSGN, Submarine, Surface Ship Tags: Appreciation Day, May 10th 2013, Military Husband, Military Spouse, military wife, Milspouse
For Submarine Wives, email is golden. We don’t get phone calls and letters. E-mail is our connection to the one we love. And before there was e-mail. . .gosh, I don’t even want to think about it! With that said, I feel like I am having an actual relationship with my computer. It’s pathetic, I know. I have my MacBook going all day long. Granted I spend a ton of time writing every day, but I take it to bed with me. . .Yes, I said bed. I don’t tuck it in and hold it close to me, but it does sit on “The Husbands” side of the bed. And I’m sure I have mumbled something to it when I am frustrated. SIGH. This can’t be healthy. Continue reading
I needed this today as I pulled out my Christmas decorations knowing that I would be without him.
I’m sure there is a spouse that needs it as much as I do right now.
A Military Wife’s Prayer
Give me greatness of heart to see,
The difference between duty and his love for me.
Give me understanding so that I may know,
When duty calls him, he must go.
Give me a task to do each day,
To fill the time while he is away.
When he’s in a foreign land,
Keep him safe in your loving hand.
And Lord, when duty is in the field,
Please protect him and be his shield.
And Lord, when deployment is so long,
Please stay with me and keep me strong.
It’s 6AM Thanksgiving morning and the 24lb turkey is in the oven! I did the touch down hand signals once it was in and cooking. Normally I take pictures of my turkey conquest, this year, Tom the Turkey ate a little too much grain and was a handful!! I do have to say that my hands are super soft after T.T.T (Tom The Turkey) got his olive oil rub down. I threw all my favorite spices together and put T.T.T in an oven bag. Let’s all take a moment of silence to say a prayer that T.T.T turns out well. Ok, so I don’t want “well”, I want freakin awesome! I guess we’ll just have to wait and see!
I wish there were pictures of me shaking the flour around in the oven bag. . .I didn’t hold it closed tight enough and I was quickly covered in a fine mist of flour. Ahhh, a moment my husband lives for. He would get that smirk and kiss my fore head. I’m sure it would be merely for the fact that he is entertained every day in our marriage by my grace. Sigh. : ) Continue reading
The word “Deployment” isn’t any where in here!? But it did originate at a MILITARY BASE! I knew it!! : )
Murphy’s law is a popular adage in Western culture that most likely originated at Edwards Air Force Base in 1948. The Law broadly states that things will go wrong in any given situation, if you give them a chance. “If there’s more than one way to do a job, and one of those ways will result in disaster, then somebody will do it that way.” It is most often cited as “Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong” (or, alternately, “Whatever can go wrong will go wrong, and at the worst possible time,” or, “Anything that can go wrong, will”).
Anything But Dependent is the title I chose for my 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
My daughter is a Daddy’s girl. She is a pixie of a girl who turned six this year. 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.
Who said you can’t have fun with a Deployment!? Not I. Don’t get me wrong, Deployments Suck. Sorry, but there isn’t any other word to use. But, back to my story. The husband and I like to tease with each other. He has come home and made up stories of orders, duty days, and shifts, only to tell me at the last minute that he is just messing with me. This may seem cute to some, but he is lucky that I haven’t thrown something at him. I’m a pretty good sport and laugh it off. I laugh, b/c I know that I will get my revenge! lol ; )
My husband deployed a few weeks ago and I have been waiting for a very special email from him. It is the email that tells me that I am awesome. Here is the email,
“”So, I put on my inspection ready coveralls yesterday (while in a dark bunkroom) and then went and stood in line for chow. I receive a comment from someone, “thats a pretty nice poopy suit you got on, did you bedazzle it?” And I thought he was just joking b/c the poopy suit is pretty new. Then I noticed the bedazzling. Uh huh. Well, it at least made me think of you. “”
Yep, you read right, bedazzled. Don’t worry, they come right off. I went and bought some very pretty sticky jewels and outlined his collar devices, his dolphins, and his dive patch. I secretly pulled out his inspection poopy suit after he had packed it and put the jewels on. I then put it back in his sea bag and waited for this very moment. It was worth it. I’m sure he looked like a rock star. lol
I wish there were pictures. . .