I am a supportive Army wife. I am a supportive Army wife. I AM a supportive Army wife.
The more I say, the more it will be true, right?
(not working ...)
Luke is late at work again .. this wouldn't be so frustrating if he hadn't left for work at 3:30 a.m. And if he hadn't said he'd be home at 5:30 p.m. And if I hadn't made dinner to be ready at 6:00 p.m. And if he hadn't just called to say his Army boss man is keeping him at least a half hour later.
i am a supportive army wife.
(stupid army)
This is quite the change from earlier. There I was, driving around post between a free swim in the tax payers' pool and shopping at the cheap-ish, tax free grocery store and the thought popped into my head "being in the Army is awesome! good priced/free stuff abounds!"
Whoa, talk about a lapse in sanity. I must've forgotten for that moment about all the stupid Luke working late and leaving for days at a time and Washington BFF Abigail leaving for way, way too long. (I don't want to talk about that right now, by the way, lest I become kind of upset).
Gotta keep these things in the front of my mind ... maybe it will help me be supportive ... that way I won't ever be disappointed. Maybe I'll have really low expectations so that whenever I get to keep my friends for more than a few months or my husband gets to eat dinner with me, when he says he will ... I'll be way excited.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Weekend, How I Love Thee
I am so completely over this whole work during the week thing. Maybe it was because I spent the entire week with snot flowing out my face (where does it all COME from?! I swear, there is no end) -- but by the time this afternoon rolled around I was ready to not walk into that coffee shop ever again.
I hope I feel differently by Monday.
Tomorrow I'll spend the day with Luke signing up to be an Army dependent. That means insurance paperwork, ID paperwork, dependent on the payroll paperwork ... an entire forest of paper used just to get me to be all official.
The plan for this could all change. Ah yes, God no doubt finds all of this very comical. I love making plans, schedules, contemplating coming events and basically making my life revolve around things I've put in place for the coming day/week/month/year. And so he put me in the Army, where plans can change 123,456,678,457 in one day just to make me freak out a little.
Heh.
I didn't feel like doing the gym thing yesterday -- it was such a lovely day out, and I've been so bored with the same-old, same-old there that I just wanted to stay close to home. Today I just felt kinda .. blah ... tired, bored of the gym, confused about a bunch of stuff running through my brain/heart right now ... but...
Dah-duh-duh! Abigail to the rescue!
Brand new swimming suits (my old one officially fell apart last week) arrived today and so we are going swimming before Bible study. THAT is a work out I can get behind. And the best part? When we get to Navs we'll be soggy, smell like chlorine, and looks like we showered and got dressed at the gym ... hot!
I hope I feel differently by Monday.
Tomorrow I'll spend the day with Luke signing up to be an Army dependent. That means insurance paperwork, ID paperwork, dependent on the payroll paperwork ... an entire forest of paper used just to get me to be all official.
The plan for this could all change. Ah yes, God no doubt finds all of this very comical. I love making plans, schedules, contemplating coming events and basically making my life revolve around things I've put in place for the coming day/week/month/year. And so he put me in the Army, where plans can change 123,456,678,457 in one day just to make me freak out a little.
Heh.
I didn't feel like doing the gym thing yesterday -- it was such a lovely day out, and I've been so bored with the same-old, same-old there that I just wanted to stay close to home. Today I just felt kinda .. blah ... tired, bored of the gym, confused about a bunch of stuff running through my brain/heart right now ... but...
Dah-duh-duh! Abigail to the rescue!
Brand new swimming suits (my old one officially fell apart last week) arrived today and so we are going swimming before Bible study. THAT is a work out I can get behind. And the best part? When we get to Navs we'll be soggy, smell like chlorine, and looks like we showered and got dressed at the gym ... hot!
Monday, July 14, 2008
Ode To A Pot
The whole point of the electric kettle is to boil water very quickly .
But when people saw my little hot pot and asked how fast it was I had to say "oh, a little slower than the stove."
Uh-huh.
This wasn't just any hot pot, you know -- it was my Mom's. She used it in college. That was over 30 years ago.
It's quite an old little pot.
I took it to college with me. And then to D.C. And then I brought it here. And all along the way it's been faithful to make me boiling water in just as long as it takes so I can drink my delicious tea.
Ah.
Sadly the time has come for a newer, better pot. It was a wedding gift, not a choice. But still, it feels a little bit like the beginning of Toy Story where Buzz shows up and knocks poor Woody off the bed.
(I'm having trouble throwing out the old pot).
(It feels somehow like treachery ... and let's not lie -- it's kind of a miracle that the thing has lasted so long as it is).
But when people saw my little hot pot and asked how fast it was I had to say "oh, a little slower than the stove."
Uh-huh.
This wasn't just any hot pot, you know -- it was my Mom's. She used it in college. That was over 30 years ago.
It's quite an old little pot.
I took it to college with me. And then to D.C. And then I brought it here. And all along the way it's been faithful to make me boiling water in just as long as it takes so I can drink my delicious tea.
Ah.
Sadly the time has come for a newer, better pot. It was a wedding gift, not a choice. But still, it feels a little bit like the beginning of Toy Story where Buzz shows up and knocks poor Woody off the bed.
(I'm having trouble throwing out the old pot).
(It feels somehow like treachery ... and let's not lie -- it's kind of a miracle that the thing has lasted so long as it is).
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Space Is Out
The Doolittle family is a family with movie rules. My father refuses to watch any movie in which any character drives in a carriage or drinks tea. My mother won't watch movies in which people break into other people's houses or wave about chainsaws in a menacing manner.
And I don't watch movies about space. This includes movies in which people go to space, movies about aliens on earth, movies where things (such as big rocks) from space attack or fall on earth, films about space ships, vfuturistic space living or alternate universes located in space*.
[EDIT: After thinking about this all night, I'm adding movies about the earth's core, people traveling to the earth's core and anything about things below the earth's crust to the space movie category -- above the earth or below, it's all veeeeery similar.]
So. We went and saw the Indiana Jones movie. Indy is a good, solid character who swings around by a neat little whip, kicks some serious butt and finds really cool old stuff. Plus, it has Harrison Ford, who is A Man (as opposed to The Man -- a title that goes to Sean Connery. For more thoughts on the difference bettween "A" and "The" see this post).
No reason in the world to suppose this film would be a space movie in surprise.
Why didn't anyone warn me about this?! I mean, I heard it was bad. And I heard that there was a scene with a bunch of killer ants (totally freaked me out btw -- I covered my eyes and my ears for that one). But no one bothered to mention that this was actually a space movie -- and nothing about space ships or dead, old aliens ever came up in any preview I ever saw.
For the love.
*I will, however, watch the original Star Wars trilogy, ET and any historically accurate films, such as Apollo 13.
And I don't watch movies about space. This includes movies in which people go to space, movies about aliens on earth, movies where things (such as big rocks) from space attack or fall on earth, films about space ships, vfuturistic space living or alternate universes located in space*.
[EDIT: After thinking about this all night, I'm adding movies about the earth's core, people traveling to the earth's core and anything about things below the earth's crust to the space movie category -- above the earth or below, it's all veeeeery similar.]
So. We went and saw the Indiana Jones movie. Indy is a good, solid character who swings around by a neat little whip, kicks some serious butt and finds really cool old stuff. Plus, it has Harrison Ford, who is A Man (as opposed to The Man -- a title that goes to Sean Connery. For more thoughts on the difference bettween "A" and "The" see this post).
No reason in the world to suppose this film would be a space movie in surprise.
Why didn't anyone warn me about this?! I mean, I heard it was bad. And I heard that there was a scene with a bunch of killer ants (totally freaked me out btw -- I covered my eyes and my ears for that one). But no one bothered to mention that this was actually a space movie -- and nothing about space ships or dead, old aliens ever came up in any preview I ever saw.
For the love.
*I will, however, watch the original Star Wars trilogy, ET and any historically accurate films, such as Apollo 13.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
The Day I Felt Like Crap
Oh wait, that day would be today. And yesterday. And probably tomorrow.
It started as a sore throat Thursday, which I honestly thought was allergy related. The running nose yesterday sealed the cold deal though -- and when I woke up this morning feeling like death warmed over I knew the gig was up: sickness reigns.
I managed to pull out something resembling energy for a portion of the morning. But by the time we hit the bread aisle of the commissary, I was looking for a nice corner to sit in and feel miserable.
I have not felt that bad in a very, very long time. Earlier I was literally crying I felt so extremely sick and dead. I still have no energy but I don't feel like curling up in a ball and giving up the ghost.
I will say, though, that I am feeling much better now than I was even an hour ago -- I spent the entire afternoon curled up on the couch wishing Luke would put me out of my misery (he refused). I actually managed to walk over here and open my computer and start writing something that (I assume) makes sense.
I'm going to blame my start on the road to recovery on my new Kitchen Aid mixer. Just looking at it gives me strength.
It started as a sore throat Thursday, which I honestly thought was allergy related. The running nose yesterday sealed the cold deal though -- and when I woke up this morning feeling like death warmed over I knew the gig was up: sickness reigns.
I managed to pull out something resembling energy for a portion of the morning. But by the time we hit the bread aisle of the commissary, I was looking for a nice corner to sit in and feel miserable.
I have not felt that bad in a very, very long time. Earlier I was literally crying I felt so extremely sick and dead. I still have no energy but I don't feel like curling up in a ball and giving up the ghost.
I will say, though, that I am feeling much better now than I was even an hour ago -- I spent the entire afternoon curled up on the couch wishing Luke would put me out of my misery (he refused). I actually managed to walk over here and open my computer and start writing something that (I assume) makes sense.
I'm going to blame my start on the road to recovery on my new Kitchen Aid mixer. Just looking at it gives me strength.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
This was GOING to be nice...
Instead of blogging a stirring eulogy about my little polly hot pot that I stole from my mother that I've replaced with a new one, I am being forced to vent about the supreme stupidness of the Army. We shall call this post "The Day the Army Hated Pie."
It's the day after the official end of our honeymoon and we had grand plans. We thawed the steaks and Luke was going to cook them up on the awesome grill I got him for his birthday -- the inaugural grilling -- while I was going to bake a few potatoes, heat some creamed corn, go on a walk in the woods on this truly lovely evening and cap it all off with a delicious cherry pie I baked as a surprise for my husband.
Ah, the pie -- now sitting on the stove being cold and uncut. Luke's sister made a pie for the fair and he sounded kind of sad about not being there for it, so I made him one of his own. I pitted the cherries with Abigial at work so it would be ready in time for him to come home and smell it baking. It was going to be amazing. I spent the day hungry, thinking about steak and pie ...
Enter the Army. "Hey babe, I have to stay probably until 10:30 " blah blah blah...
And he has to stay that late tomorrow, too (or later!) ... so no steak and pie today and no steak and pie tomorrow ... and the first two days of being married are spent alone on my couch watching What Not to Wear,* eating scrambled eggs and non-fat ice cream .... sigh.
I hate the Army.
*What Not to Wear -- Redo My Spouse? What the crap? clinton drives up in a jag, planning to ... reignite the passion? Huh? What is this?! Where is Stacy?!?! Where is the witty comebacks!? I dont like this.
It's the day after the official end of our honeymoon and we had grand plans. We thawed the steaks and Luke was going to cook them up on the awesome grill I got him for his birthday -- the inaugural grilling -- while I was going to bake a few potatoes, heat some creamed corn, go on a walk in the woods on this truly lovely evening and cap it all off with a delicious cherry pie I baked as a surprise for my husband.
Ah, the pie -- now sitting on the stove being cold and uncut. Luke's sister made a pie for the fair and he sounded kind of sad about not being there for it, so I made him one of his own. I pitted the cherries with Abigial at work so it would be ready in time for him to come home and smell it baking. It was going to be amazing. I spent the day hungry, thinking about steak and pie ...
Enter the Army. "Hey babe, I have to stay probably until 10:30 " blah blah blah...
And he has to stay that late tomorrow, too (or later!) ... so no steak and pie today and no steak and pie tomorrow ... and the first two days of being married are spent alone on my couch watching What Not to Wear,* eating scrambled eggs and non-fat ice cream .... sigh.
I hate the Army.
*What Not to Wear -- Redo My Spouse? What the crap? clinton drives up in a jag, planning to ... reignite the passion? Huh? What is this?! Where is Stacy?!?! Where is the witty comebacks!? I dont like this.
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