tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33866890031669247152024-02-07T16:04:59.569-05:00ConstantUpheavalThis is my life in a nutshell. Fast-paced and busy one minute. Slow and boring the next. Complete with the daily dramas of the Dennis-the-Menace style Kid, the husband who wants to be in the Armed Forces again after years as a civilian, with me in the middle hanging on for dear life!
DISCLAIMER: These are my views and do not represent the views of any organization mentioned. These are my words, unless otherwise noted, but the images are not necessarily mine.Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-61340540110154598982008-08-26T11:26:00.003-04:002008-08-26T12:31:10.036-04:00A Goodbye Post So much has happened. A brain tumor resulting a lost job and a lot of turmoil. Financial ruin. 3 crashed computers. And we almost lost it all.
So what happened to me? Why did I disappear?
Well, after the 3rd crash, I could not get a new system due to financial resources. I applied for every job I could and got the same response." Why should we hire you? You got fired from the only RT job you Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-33675466012373080402008-05-31T09:00:00.003-04:002008-05-31T09:02:19.465-04:00Full Steam AheadMy husband returned to me yesterday afternoon with a big smile on his face and some very interesting stories to tell about MEPS. I'll save those for a later date. For now, I'll just say he passed. He made tape. He passed the physical. He is good to go.Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-3321618138396131862008-05-30T13:03:00.003-04:002008-05-30T13:13:39.350-04:00Evan's First Night Without DaddyLast night, as a van pulled away with my husband in it, I was more concerned with how I was going to handle it than I was my son's reaction. Evan is a very resilient little boy, adn most of the time, if one does not make a fuss over the issue, he may not even notice something is amiss.
Yesterday was no exception for my baby boy. I allowed him to play outside until 2100, as those lovely summer Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-18976042559357927522008-05-29T10:42:00.002-04:002008-05-29T10:55:01.313-04:00101This is the 101st post here on my little blog. Wow! Really? I closed my eyes, typing blindly and made it the 100-post mark.
Not such a big deal, right? Well, not so fast. I'm a bit flaky. Pretty persistent in all other aspects of my life. But I get these little short-lived urges to keep journals or memoirs, and I will go to a store somewhere and find these beautiful little journals, and start Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-2530939004241938002008-05-29T05:38:00.002-04:002008-05-29T05:40:27.661-04:00He isn't ........At MEPS. He called his recruiter yesterday and asked when he was going to be picked up to go, and the recruiter said that there was some sort of problem with paperwork and he wouldn't be going until tonight. So here we go again.Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-80877709553028382412008-05-27T19:30:00.002-04:002008-05-27T19:39:35.983-04:00Laziness= MeBlee-blee-Do-da Blah-blah-blah......
Guess what? I have done nothing today other than the crying jag just completed about 2 minutes ago. I am not even cooking dinner, as our neighbors have decided that tonight is a communal taco night. So when they get home from their daughter's soccer practice, I am going to be consuming other people's food.
I have not cleaned.
I have not done laundry.
I Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-19363504276064273352008-05-27T07:00:00.006-04:002008-05-27T19:06:11.919-04:00Nothing Quite Like Early-Morning SurfingOkay, so it is quiet, The alarm has not gone off yet, and I am doing some research into what my husband will be asked to do over the course of the next months/ days/ years/ whatever.
Some interesting stuff on Warrior Transition Course:
http://www.armystudyguide.com/content/Prep_For_Basic_Training/warrior_transition_course_information/warrior-transition-course.shtml
http://www.dix.army.mil/PAO/Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-38071298830325472172008-05-27T05:24:00.004-04:002008-05-27T05:43:47.969-04:000300?
I was awakened by two different things this morning, both of which are extremely aggravating.
The first was this awful dream I had about John and the military. He had reenlisted, gone through the Warrior Transition Course, as planned, and was almost finished with AIT when he called me and said he had gotten orders to ship to Afghanistan. So I was going to have to go without seeing him for two Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-55406293551728610352008-05-27T04:45:00.004-04:002008-05-27T04:50:03.907-04:00Wisdom in A Kid's Flick
"Your life is an occasion. Live up to it!"
This is from Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium. My son has made us watch it over and over, and I must admit, it is my favorite children's movie. I loved this quote.
Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-90740990003565260112008-05-25T07:53:00.010-04:002008-05-27T19:04:44.523-04:00We Need To Remember....
Memorial Day is not about Barbecues, drinking, pool openings, or long weekends. Those things have become habit for almost all of us, I am sure. The intent of this weekend is to remember those we have lost, to visit their memories and remember that they died so that all of us could enjoy the freedoms we do each and every day.
I was walking into Wal-Mart the other day to purchase something (milk,Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-46000438321899877502008-05-25T07:32:00.004-04:002008-05-25T07:40:11.864-04:00Our First Night Away From Each Other
John's recruiter called a few days ago. He is picking John up and taking him to MEPS for his physical on Wednesday night of this coming week. He'll spend the night in a hotel and come home on Thursday evening after a day there This is normally where the swearing in takes place, and the official contract is signed. John's waiver is still in the process of being approved, so I don't know if he Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-45145842398636437022008-05-24T08:40:00.001-04:002008-05-24T08:49:48.437-04:00Hmmmmmmm.
I am about to reach a breaking point in my life. We all have these, and we find them out eventually. What is our limit? Do any of us truly know? Or can we just pile it on until we feel our spines snap?
This leads me to think. I have been in some stressful situations in my life, and I keep thinking I am going to reach the point mentioned above. Funny thing is, I never have. It makes me wonder if Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-23959805104468945802008-05-21T10:12:00.003-04:002008-05-21T10:37:10.439-04:00More News
John's waiver was submitted, but we spoke to the recruiter yesterday about getting less specific documentation to ensure it will go through. She also said it will be "highly likely" that he will get the 64W MOS. Combat Medic. He really wanted to do x-ray, but she said it isn't likely with his prior service status. He is sort of disappointed about that, but other than that, things are looking Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-63095689126436706692008-05-20T15:51:00.004-04:002008-05-20T15:56:40.222-04:00How Good Is This?John and I were arguing earlier about his lack of productivity. I have been doing laundry all day while he lays on the sofa. Well I was getting ready to get up and cook dinner when he said "No, you worked on the house all day! I'll cook dinner!"
So now, instead of cooking, I am sitting here updating my blog. Sweet.
Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-40515498080206781852008-05-19T17:59:00.004-04:002008-05-19T18:06:17.487-04:00
We're back home after a trip to Kentucky. We took John's car, and I had not realized how accustomed I had become to my own car until I took the 4 hour ride in his. So uncomfortable! Thank goodness Evan slept most of the way, each way, or the trip would have been even more intolerable.
I interviewed for a position while down there, and it seems favorable. It would have a very nice schedule Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-29789237081941125202008-05-16T09:46:00.004-04:002008-05-16T09:59:20.061-04:00One Step CloserWe got a call this past Monday that the commanding officer for the company needed to meet with John regarding his waiver, and that afternoon was the only day he had free. So as soon as Evan was home from school, all three of us rushed to Indianapolis to meet with him. It was very intimidating. We ended up on this old military installation filled to the brim with beautiful old buildings, all Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-78454675820178280682008-05-15T01:55:00.004-04:002008-05-15T02:01:57.575-04:00Yada Yada Yada
Okay, so why the cupcakes? Because I am hungry, slightly intoxicated, and have food on the brain. I am also very tired, as it is 2 AM and I am sitting here on the computer for the first time in about a week. So.... I felt like I should blog something, even when I have nothing to say. It would seem that my son and husband, through their downloading without abandon, managed to destroy a laptop. I Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-53475994404733453702008-05-08T13:36:00.003-04:002008-05-08T13:46:05.066-04:00Could It Be?
John got a call from the recruiter yesterday. He said he will be calling on Monday morning at 0900 to set up an meeting between John and the Batallion Commander regarding the waiver. I was completely unaware that the Batallion cammander would be the one to approve the waiver. Apparently all that is between John now is a physical and a signature from this man he is to meet. It's very exciting andAndihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-74157861935777720062008-05-08T12:20:00.003-04:002008-05-08T13:33:15.622-04:00PensiveThe other day, someone in an online community to which I belong asked this question: What makes your relationship so great? I made a reply immediatel, of course. The same superficial answer everyone gives: We love each other. Ever since the question was asked, however, I have been contemplatin what my answer should have been. It is not easy to sum up a relationship that has consumed the better Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-53105642226080219592008-05-05T14:28:00.001-04:002008-05-05T14:30:26.951-04:00I'll Be Damned! Not MY Husband!There is absolutely no excuse for this. I should not have to go into detail on this one. Completely disgusting.
Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-72263741377935202502008-05-05T12:46:00.003-04:002008-05-05T12:57:16.838-04:00Who? Me???OKay, last night, it was a little later than I normally allow Evan to stay up. But he seemed to be having trouble winding down for bed, and since it was not a school night...
I decided we were going to play for a while. Well here is the thing. Evan has been collecting those die-cast Cars movie cars. He almost has all of them, except that they came out with more. Let me just say that his Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-57499989605665931622008-05-05T12:41:00.004-04:002008-05-08T13:47:29.968-04:00Still WaitingGrrrrr. Stupid Waiver!
We are still waiting for word on whether John's waiver has gone through. It is driving me crazy waiting for the other shoe to drop. Is he going in? Is he staying home? Do I need to really start a new job around here, or are we moving to God-Knows-Where, USA? And he is losing his motivation, so I am having to fight the daily struggle of keeping him on task. I am drained. I Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-9260865495895630282008-05-04T12:05:00.004-04:002008-05-04T12:29:30.578-04:00Code MoronIs there any wonder why I have a problem with these morons? This is kind of old news, but John and I stumbled upon this video on You Tube yesterday afternoon, and I have not been able to get it out of my head. I thought about blogging about this long and hard, because I do not want to give tham any more of an audience for their idiotic ideas and notions.
But apparently, my husband is a war Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-38226025837074847302008-04-29T00:01:00.003-04:002008-04-29T00:10:20.162-04:00Blah Blah Blah
I have had a very long day. Most of it was handling random business...running errands. I am exhausted and just gorged myself on pizza. The kitchen is a mess because there are little piles of sorted laundry scattered around like islands in a sea of tile. And there is this awful odor because I go the bright idea that I would attempt to rescue the compromised coffeemaker before buying a new one. Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386689003166924715.post-88437769604868381102008-04-27T09:13:00.003-04:002008-04-27T09:42:20.213-04:00Nothing to Say
I have absolutely nothing to blog about this morning. Except OHMYGODTHECOFFEEMAKERDIED! The last one I had, my child ruined by filling the water chamber with dark cocoa baking powder. He did this in an effort to make hot chocolate at 3 AM while we were sleeping. So hubby, son and I loaded in the car for an emergency trip to the local department store to buy a new one. (I won't mention said Andihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08189271748230712575noreply@blogger.com0