I hate the whole rank system making things awkward. I really want to invite all the spouses over to our house once it is all fixed up so we can get to know each other but I can't because I would be inviting officer's wives over. I can meet with them outside of our home and it appears that church is a good leveling field... but I really wish it wouldn't look bad on my husband to invite them over here. We are all about to face a deployment together and I'd like to know the names of the women I'll be supporting and whom I hope supports me. *sigh* Maybe I could invite all my Bible study ladies over to the house... that wouldn't involve the spouses of the men and women my hubby works with directly. Some of them work with him, but its not like he is taking invitations up to work to hand out right?
What is the etiquette here? DH and I are former ROTC students so "no fraternization" was drilled into our heads and he is sticking to it. His job is fairly prestigious for his rank so I can see why he wants to keep things professional but I could really use some girl-friends to chat with.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Insulted an Officer's Wife?
I worry I might have accidentally insulted the wife of an officer my husband works with. I was trying to compliment her on looking so young but stupid me said 35...which to me is young. Turns out she is still 2 months shy of 35. Oops! I felt so horrible. I know it won't effect my husband at all but I still felt so bad. Open mouth, insert foot. She is one of the sweetest women I have met so far. I hope I didn't hurt her feelings. I was just trying to say that I didn't think she was as old as her husband's rank might imply. I doubt she took offense, but still... I'm so sorry.
I'm not sure if I am nervous (for no reason) because her husband is an officer in my husband's office or if I just have a need to please people.
I'm not sure if I am nervous (for no reason) because her husband is an officer in my husband's office or if I just have a need to please people.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Make Him Stop!
DH keeps saying the D word! I am banning "deployment" from this house! I told him today that the only D word I hear from his mouth had better have the word "Rear" preceding it! *pouts*
Sunday, February 21, 2010
5 Moves Later...
...and we are in Fairbanks, Alaska! It wasn't an easy trip, especially since I was pregnant, but I made it. DH arrived several months before me and found a house for us. He also bought my dream car for me! When I arrived he walked me out to the parking lot and presented me with an 07 Toyota Highlander! It has all the room and safety features I want.
The pregnancy and birth didn't go well (see our family blog) but our son arrived healthy so it all worked out. He is now 11 w
eeks old, 16lbs, and 22 inches long. We call him Little Bit. I was induced nearly a month before he was due so the house is still a mess and half of it is piled ceiling high with boxes I have yet to unpack. I hope I can get it done before LB is mobile. I have about 2 months to unpack everything and put it away, sell it, or give it away. It is my goal to sell EVERYTHING non-essential. I hold on to so much stuff and I really need to get rid of it. I refuse to be that Army wive who has moved 3 times and still has some boxes that were never unpacked from the first move. /sigh
I've done a lot already and am very proud of myself. DH is very proud of me too. He tells me daily how wonderful a wife I am. It keeps me going despite my depression and exhaustion. That and my birth control! :0P We have realized that the few days following a new dose of my monthly BC I go on a cleaning spree. It is so funny what hormones can do to you. It's like a monthly nesting instinct. We don't mind it and actually it makes me feel great! I make DH happy, my house looks more and more like a home, and I get a great boost of energy.
The pregnancy and birth didn't go well (see our family blog) but our son arrived healthy so it all worked out. He is now 11 w
eeks old, 16lbs, and 22 inches long. We call him Little Bit. I was induced nearly a month before he was due so the house is still a mess and half of it is piled ceiling high with boxes I have yet to unpack. I hope I can get it done before LB is mobile. I have about 2 months to unpack everything and put it away, sell it, or give it away. It is my goal to sell EVERYTHING non-essential. I hold on to so much stuff and I really need to get rid of it. I refuse to be that Army wive who has moved 3 times and still has some boxes that were never unpacked from the first move. /sighI've done a lot already and am very proud of myself. DH is very proud of me too. He tells me daily how wonderful a wife I am. It keeps me going despite my depression and exhaustion. That and my birth control! :0P We have realized that the few days following a new dose of my monthly BC I go on a cleaning spree. It is so funny what hormones can do to you. It's like a monthly nesting instinct. We don't mind it and actually it makes me feel great! I make DH happy, my house looks more and more like a home, and I get a great boost of energy.
Unending Love - Apr 25, 2009
Originally posted while at DH's AIT on Saturday, April 25th 2009:
Can life really be this perfect? I have an amazingly loving husband who dreams of holding me all day long; and now his little miracle is growing in my womb. I am blessed by God. He has seen fit to finally give me all I've dreamed of and it is more wonderful than I could have ever imagined. A girl dreams of a man who will sweep her off her feet, carry her away on a white horse, and pamper her for the rest of her days. I got much better. I got a man who works hard everyday so I can buy all we need and anything my heart desires. More importantly, he works all day to fulfill himself so he can be a better husband to me. He dries my tears; even my hormonal ones that make no sense at all. He has taken to lately looking down at me with a smile so genuine, knowing that his child is growing inside of me. When I can't move in fear of being sick once again, he fetches me anything I could need, even when its the most inconvenient for him. Tonight, when I feared aloud that I may miscarry again, he looked me straight in the eyes, smiled that sweet smile, and simply said "then we'll try again." Mr. Right Now turned out to be my Mr. Perfect.
Can life really be this perfect? I have an amazingly loving husband who dreams of holding me all day long; and now his little miracle is growing in my womb. I am blessed by God. He has seen fit to finally give me all I've dreamed of and it is more wonderful than I could have ever imagined. A girl dreams of a man who will sweep her off her feet, carry her away on a white horse, and pamper her for the rest of her days. I got much better. I got a man who works hard everyday so I can buy all we need and anything my heart desires. More importantly, he works all day to fulfill himself so he can be a better husband to me. He dries my tears; even my hormonal ones that make no sense at all. He has taken to lately looking down at me with a smile so genuine, knowing that his child is growing inside of me. When I can't move in fear of being sick once again, he fetches me anything I could need, even when its the most inconvenient for him. Tonight, when I feared aloud that I may miscarry again, he looked me straight in the eyes, smiled that sweet smile, and simply said "then we'll try again." Mr. Right Now turned out to be my Mr. Perfect.
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