I absolutely love being my husband's wife. I know, I KNOW, insert your puking face here, but we really do have an incredible marriage. Part of that marriage is understanding that his first priority must always be the military. Without a doubt, I love being a military spouse. It brings our family many awesome advantages and blessings. It truly saddens me that I read a lot of negative posts about the military and life as a military spouse. Some women really take their advantages for granted....more
In Early 2008 I met SGT. Diego Rivera, on RnR during his first year long tour in Afghanistan. We met at a local bar on Broadway Ave, where most kids our age hung out. We started talking, and to this day he would still say I flashed him that night at the bar, but I don’t recall that! I was recently post-op from breast augmentation though, so he could be right. That night we hung out until the sun came up. The next day we played laser tag and hung out at the coffee shop until he had to leave back to catch a flight. We continued to talk and e-mail during the rest of his deployment....more
It started with planning. Planning meals, planning events, planning homework schedules. The planning became a compulsion, a temporary world where (if the spreadsheet was done right and the colors complemented each other) everything made sense....more
There are days the panic starts to take over. Days that you wonder what you’re going to do, how you’re going to do it, and if it’s what you’re supposed to be doing. It’s so easy to ignore the big questions and just keep pushing forward, because momentum is good. It makes you feel like something is getting accomplished. ...more
On September 11 of this year, we meet the 10 year anniversary of a tragedy that froze the world. A decade ago, humankind watched in awe as graceful aircraft plummeted headfirst into the World Trade Center, knowing our lives had changed forever....more
Before I get started on my current tribulation, I have a cutie update. The girls dispense the cute faster then I can remember to write this stuff down. If batteries weren't so expensive I could keep a tape recorder going non stop. My 3 year old, on the way home from gymnastics, informed me that her butt hurt....more
It seemed like deja vu. The long day of looking at each other, small talk about the house, picking up the kids from school, a quiet dinner, homework and then bedtime. And then the last hug and kiss good-bye. It is a scene that is much too familiar to me and one that I repeated again last night.
When I graduate from High School, I was young, ambitious and dead set on not living the lives of my parents. So, I created three rules for myself (Please remember, I was just 18 - in other words, young and niave):
1. Never join the military- After growing up the daughter of a vetenam vet and career soldier, I had decided the last thing I would ever do was join the Army. I was so adamant about this that I even refused to apply for any military scholarships.