Instead of cleaning or working out on this cloudy Saturday I caught 2/3 of the movie Juno. Not as bas as those Christian movie critics said it would be (or wouldn't be). Then again, I wasn't looking to catch a morally sound film. Packed with lots of well delivered comedic lines and a super cute baby at the end. (Ouch my ovaries) I can appreciate a good comedy and this definitely fell into that category. Can't believe it took me so long to watch it
Something that made me laugh in Juno
"Here is the church and here is the steeple. We sure are cure for two ugly people."
And just a little tidbit of information, Stella has the worst case of the crop dusters today. It is so bad I'm officially motivated to get up and clean. Ppppppeeeewww
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
What's Branch Got To Do With It?!
I don’t think I will ever understand the, “we are better than you” type of attitude between different military branches. Of course if you get a group of men together they will always have a bit of rivalry, but in the past week I have seen more of this type of attitude between military wives than I thought existed. In my search for information on how to prepare myself (although I know I’ll never be prepared) for this upcoming deployment I was saddened by the mean spirited banter of comments I found.
My husband is Air Guard, not a Marine, not a ‘full time’ Army soldier, and he is getting shipped out just like all the other military men who have headed over seas. He doesn’t have the comfort of the military paying his wages; he has to find a job in this economy and learn to survive just like anyone else. When I read a comment from an Army wife stating that any National Guard member doesn’t work as hard as her Soldier or another comment that the Air Force deployments are so short their families don’t know what it’s like to miss them like a Marine’s family, it hurts my heart. Aren't we are all going through the same thing? I was looking for encouragement and information on how to cope not a lecture about how “I could never understand”. I DO understand. I understand more than I would like.
I pray I am able to find some other military wives to go through this with who aren’t going to look at me as the ‘Air Force wife whose husband doesn’t work as hard as theirs’. Each job makes it possible for the others to work. None is better than another, maybe more dangerous, but not better.
Whether he is in the military band, a surgeon, a rescue jumper, a cable splicer or fights on the front line, our husbands are our hero’s and we miss them while they are away. PERIOD
My husband is Air Guard, not a Marine, not a ‘full time’ Army soldier, and he is getting shipped out just like all the other military men who have headed over seas. He doesn’t have the comfort of the military paying his wages; he has to find a job in this economy and learn to survive just like anyone else. When I read a comment from an Army wife stating that any National Guard member doesn’t work as hard as her Soldier or another comment that the Air Force deployments are so short their families don’t know what it’s like to miss them like a Marine’s family, it hurts my heart. Aren't we are all going through the same thing? I was looking for encouragement and information on how to cope not a lecture about how “I could never understand”. I DO understand. I understand more than I would like.
I pray I am able to find some other military wives to go through this with who aren’t going to look at me as the ‘Air Force wife whose husband doesn’t work as hard as theirs’. Each job makes it possible for the others to work. None is better than another, maybe more dangerous, but not better.
Whether he is in the military band, a surgeon, a rescue jumper, a cable splicer or fights on the front line, our husbands are our hero’s and we miss them while they are away. PERIOD
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Took My Peaches To Georgia
It has been almost one year since I gave notice at my job of six years, packed up or threw out every last item I possessed, said goodbye to my family and amazing friends and made the move to Georgia with the MOMD. I have now been at my new job for nine months, in our house for seven months and married for six months.
We have had some hard times this past year; two family members had heart attacks, we were in two car accidents within a month of each other, I got Lyme disease, two family members passed away within a week of each other...the list goes on and on. It's been a hard year but a year of growth, not only personally, spiritually and emotionally but physically. Ha (we have both packed on a little "I'm happily married" weight)
I often miss my friends and my dad so much that I am careless with my words. So many times in the last year the phrases, "I hate Georgia!" and "I can't wait to move back to Oregon" have flown from my mouth. You have to keep in mind that it is nothing short of true that Georgia is almost the polar opposite of what I am accustomed, but that gives me no right to be so vilely ungrateful for this time in my life of change.
Moments of truth usually come to me when I'm getting ready for work in the morning. My most recent truth was that if I'm honest with myself, 'This is what I've always dreamed of'. I am living the main desire of my heart. This is my Psalm 37:4. That's when it hit me that again I have let the little things, you know those things you never remember a year later, get in the way of enjoying my answered prayers. At that moment I saw exactly what I had been doing. I had been focusing not on this amazing blessing of being a wife but on the terrible traffic, the sticky heat and a distance between me and those I love. Heartbreaking. I spent that day asking God for forgiveness and thanking him for Andrew. Things still get to me but since God has made me so aware of this, I am able to work on it a little each day.
As Andrew and I prepare for his deployment next year we cherish the small amount of time we have together. The little things seem much smaller and I couldn't be happier that God has allowed me to live my dream.
We have had some hard times this past year; two family members had heart attacks, we were in two car accidents within a month of each other, I got Lyme disease, two family members passed away within a week of each other...the list goes on and on. It's been a hard year but a year of growth, not only personally, spiritually and emotionally but physically. Ha (we have both packed on a little "I'm happily married" weight)
I often miss my friends and my dad so much that I am careless with my words. So many times in the last year the phrases, "I hate Georgia!" and "I can't wait to move back to Oregon" have flown from my mouth. You have to keep in mind that it is nothing short of true that Georgia is almost the polar opposite of what I am accustomed, but that gives me no right to be so vilely ungrateful for this time in my life of change.
Moments of truth usually come to me when I'm getting ready for work in the morning. My most recent truth was that if I'm honest with myself, 'This is what I've always dreamed of'. I am living the main desire of my heart. This is my Psalm 37:4. That's when it hit me that again I have let the little things, you know those things you never remember a year later, get in the way of enjoying my answered prayers. At that moment I saw exactly what I had been doing. I had been focusing not on this amazing blessing of being a wife but on the terrible traffic, the sticky heat and a distance between me and those I love. Heartbreaking. I spent that day asking God for forgiveness and thanking him for Andrew. Things still get to me but since God has made me so aware of this, I am able to work on it a little each day.
As Andrew and I prepare for his deployment next year we cherish the small amount of time we have together. The little things seem much smaller and I couldn't be happier that God has allowed me to live my dream.
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