You Know You Are A Military Wife When ...
... You have at least 3 really good stories that start with the phrase "When we were stationed in ....."
... You feel the need to introduce your friends to each other by what their husband does. "This is L her husband is Army, this is J her husband is a corpsman, and this is A her husband is a Seabee"
... You don't really let another Military Wives annoy you too much, You know that sooner or later, one of you will be stationed somewhere else, and you won't have to see the person that annoys you ever again.
... Even though deployments stink, You try to make the best of it. "This deployment I am going to finish my degree!" or "This deployment I am going to repaint every room in the house"
... You have ever moved to a new residence with absolutely no assistance from your husband because he was deployed.
... You have a collection of t shirts from ships, commands, bases or work units where your husband or a friend was assigned. You have at least 3 in your collection that employ no one you know any longer.
... Someone compliments you on a piece of jewelry and instead of just "Thanks" you have to explain where he was when it was purchased.
... You have some random t shirt or sweat pants that belong to your husband that you sleep in. It reminds you of him when he is gone.
... You read magazine articles about improving your marriage and how it suggests you have sex everyday for 10 days in a row, and it hits you that you can't remember when he was last home for a continual 10 day period without being on leave.
... You confuse your coworkers by referring your your vacation time as leave.
... Spring break for the kids is referred to as a leave period.
... You have friends that you regularly talk to who do not live in the same state or even the same time zone.
... You realize that your sacrifices at home are nothing compared to his.
... Even though it is a crazy life, the love you have makes up for everything.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Monday, April 9, 2012
Military Laundry
You know that you are a Military Wife when you can tell what kind of day your solider/sailor had by what type of uniform they bring home to wash, or what you find in the bottom of the washer or dryer.
It seems with me, I am always finding ear plugs. In the washer, in the dryer, in the floor, in the car, everywhere.
You talk to a SeaBee wife and she will complain about nails being everywhere.
You also have a sudden sense that you are a military wife when you realize that you are in an argument with someone over how bad hydraulic fluid / oil / grease / tar stinks and how bad it is to get out of a uniform.
Whatever it is that he brings home on his uniform is always stinky and always difficult to get out.
Even though it seems silly, I have seen wives argue over what stinks more and what is harder to get out.
I guess it is the Navy wife version of a pissing contest. (I am sure one of the women could figure out how to get piss out of a uniform too)
It seems with me, I am always finding ear plugs. In the washer, in the dryer, in the floor, in the car, everywhere.
You talk to a SeaBee wife and she will complain about nails being everywhere.
You also have a sudden sense that you are a military wife when you realize that you are in an argument with someone over how bad hydraulic fluid / oil / grease / tar stinks and how bad it is to get out of a uniform.
Whatever it is that he brings home on his uniform is always stinky and always difficult to get out.
Even though it seems silly, I have seen wives argue over what stinks more and what is harder to get out.
I guess it is the Navy wife version of a pissing contest. (I am sure one of the women could figure out how to get piss out of a uniform too)
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Sometimes Love Makes You Forget Who You Are
I'm the type of person who loves to laugh and joke and have a good time. I'm always trying to make people laugh. However, I have never been one who is OK with really immature or messy pranks.
On a weekly basis, Godfrey tries to scare me by hiding and jumping out from under or inside something. Most of you know the infamous sneeking into my bedroom at night story. I've gotten to where now I enter a room and turn all the lights on, open every closet door and look behind everything because I never know when he is going to jump out from something.
Recently his big thing has become just randomly hiding. Suddenly we are in hide and seek and I did not know the game started. I look up and he's gone, and I have to find him. One evening he went and took a shower and never came out. I looked all over the house for him. After his shower he had gotten under the bed to hide from me.
My point in all this is that Love sometimes makes you forget who you are and what you think is immature or funny.
Last night after our trip to the grocery store, I went into the bedroom and I come out and he is hiding again. I thought this was his prank for the evening. However, he was just getting warmed up.
Later when I was changing, preparing for a shower, he randomly comes up to me with a handful of water and dumps it on my underwear. (I was only half dressed at this point, getting ready to shower).
Ha ha, we all laugh, that was a good joke. Normally, I just let his pranks go and never try to get him back. For some reason that was not the case last night.
I suddenly turn into a crazy prankster like him and seek revenge.
While he was shaving, I grabbed my body spray and was able to coat him in it before he could stop me. Now he is very flowery smelling. Ha Ha, very funny, I got him back, I thought it would be over.
I got to put up the new shampoo I just bought, he gets behind me with a handful of liquid soap and then grabs my butt. So now I have liquid soap all over my underwear. Ha Ha, very funny.
For some reason hell went through me and I suddenly attacked him with body wash. He had a fist full of body wash on his chest and back.
I thought it was hilarious. He couldn't believe I would do something like that. Normally he is the prankster.
I guess Love did make me forget who I was. I suddenly turned into a prankster.
Oh well, It was all Good Clean Fun!
Morale of the story, Life is too short. When you see a moment to laugh at yourself and laugh with the one you love, do it.
On a weekly basis, Godfrey tries to scare me by hiding and jumping out from under or inside something. Most of you know the infamous sneeking into my bedroom at night story. I've gotten to where now I enter a room and turn all the lights on, open every closet door and look behind everything because I never know when he is going to jump out from something.
Recently his big thing has become just randomly hiding. Suddenly we are in hide and seek and I did not know the game started. I look up and he's gone, and I have to find him. One evening he went and took a shower and never came out. I looked all over the house for him. After his shower he had gotten under the bed to hide from me.
My point in all this is that Love sometimes makes you forget who you are and what you think is immature or funny.
Last night after our trip to the grocery store, I went into the bedroom and I come out and he is hiding again. I thought this was his prank for the evening. However, he was just getting warmed up.
Later when I was changing, preparing for a shower, he randomly comes up to me with a handful of water and dumps it on my underwear. (I was only half dressed at this point, getting ready to shower).
Ha ha, we all laugh, that was a good joke. Normally, I just let his pranks go and never try to get him back. For some reason that was not the case last night.
I suddenly turn into a crazy prankster like him and seek revenge.
While he was shaving, I grabbed my body spray and was able to coat him in it before he could stop me. Now he is very flowery smelling. Ha Ha, very funny, I got him back, I thought it would be over.
I got to put up the new shampoo I just bought, he gets behind me with a handful of liquid soap and then grabs my butt. So now I have liquid soap all over my underwear. Ha Ha, very funny.
For some reason hell went through me and I suddenly attacked him with body wash. He had a fist full of body wash on his chest and back.
I thought it was hilarious. He couldn't believe I would do something like that. Normally he is the prankster.
I guess Love did make me forget who I was. I suddenly turned into a prankster.
Oh well, It was all Good Clean Fun!
Morale of the story, Life is too short. When you see a moment to laugh at yourself and laugh with the one you love, do it.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
The Dress Code
Recently, I blogged about our Four Seasons we have here in Southeastern Virginia. Just before summer, Summer, Right after Summer, and Christmas. Even if you have previously recognized all of our four seasons here, you probably have not realized that there is a dress code for 3 of the 4 seasons.
The official Southeastern Virginia dress code is very simple, Jeans and Flip Flops.
Weddings, funerals, retirements, concerts, movies, dinner, dancing, court appearances, they all have the same dress code: Jeans and Flip Flops.
The crazy thing is that the weather here allows pretty much the same wardrobe all year long, except the infamous Christmas season.
There will be a few weeks in Just Before Summer where the flip flops are swapped for rain boots, and a few weeks in summer where the jeans are swapped for shorts, but overall, Jeans and Flip Flops are the uniform of choice.
Keeps you cool in the day, and warm at night.
So don't forget your official dress code when you are out and about in southeastern Virginia. Jeans and Flip Flops.
Unless you are going to Walmart, then put on your pajamas.
The official Southeastern Virginia dress code is very simple, Jeans and Flip Flops.
Weddings, funerals, retirements, concerts, movies, dinner, dancing, court appearances, they all have the same dress code: Jeans and Flip Flops.
The crazy thing is that the weather here allows pretty much the same wardrobe all year long, except the infamous Christmas season.
There will be a few weeks in Just Before Summer where the flip flops are swapped for rain boots, and a few weeks in summer where the jeans are swapped for shorts, but overall, Jeans and Flip Flops are the uniform of choice.
Keeps you cool in the day, and warm at night.
So don't forget your official dress code when you are out and about in southeastern Virginia. Jeans and Flip Flops.
Unless you are going to Walmart, then put on your pajamas.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
The Virginia Beach Force Field
Those who are born and raised in Virginia Beach or have lived in Virginia Beach for 10 years or more have an interesting story to tell.
It is the story of the Force Field at the Virginia Beach City Line.
Those who live in Virginia Beach believe that there is a Force Field at the Virginia Beach city line. It keeps Virginia Beach residents from leaving the city of Virginia Beach. Virginia Beach residents believe they have no need for any other city, there is no need to travel outside of Virginia Beach.
They believe that when they get to the city line, they simply are no allowed to leave because Virginia Beach is the greatest city on earth.
The Force Field is only one way. Chesapeake, Norfolk, Suffolk, and Portsmouth residents are allowed in, at any time. If you are a resident of any other city and you are making plans with someone in Virginia Beach, keep in mind those plans need to be in Virginia Beach because the resident is not allowed out.
Virginia Beach residents will drive 45 mins to go to a mall that is in Virginia Beach, instead of driving 10 minutes across the line to a mall whose only flaw is that it is in Chesapeake.
I've never understood it.
Personally, you couldn't pay me to live in the exclusive city of Virginia Beach and then never leave it.
The jets is the number one reason. Whenever I am visiting Virginia Beach and the jets interrupt my chain of thought, I immediately think, I am happy I live in Chesapeake.
It is the story of the Force Field at the Virginia Beach City Line.
Those who live in Virginia Beach believe that there is a Force Field at the Virginia Beach city line. It keeps Virginia Beach residents from leaving the city of Virginia Beach. Virginia Beach residents believe they have no need for any other city, there is no need to travel outside of Virginia Beach.
They believe that when they get to the city line, they simply are no allowed to leave because Virginia Beach is the greatest city on earth.
The Force Field is only one way. Chesapeake, Norfolk, Suffolk, and Portsmouth residents are allowed in, at any time. If you are a resident of any other city and you are making plans with someone in Virginia Beach, keep in mind those plans need to be in Virginia Beach because the resident is not allowed out.
Virginia Beach residents will drive 45 mins to go to a mall that is in Virginia Beach, instead of driving 10 minutes across the line to a mall whose only flaw is that it is in Chesapeake.
I've never understood it.
Personally, you couldn't pay me to live in the exclusive city of Virginia Beach and then never leave it.
The jets is the number one reason. Whenever I am visiting Virginia Beach and the jets interrupt my chain of thought, I immediately think, I am happy I live in Chesapeake.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Blogging ....
Bloggers can pretty much link their blog to just about any account they have now. They can link it to Facebook, Twitter, Google Plus, Orkut, etc.
The problem is that when bloggers link their blogs to some other account, the perceived notion is that the blogger is receiving viewer counts or comment counts from the other source, however it is not.
When I post blogger or tumblr and it shows up on my Facebook, that does not count as a view. When someone reads what I have posted, and then comments via Facebook or Twitter, that does not count as a reader, a comment or a view.
Blogging is counted by followers, kind of like Facebook is counted by friends, and Twitter is counted by followers.
So if you are reading someone's blog, and you never follow it, and all of your comments are posted in Twitter or Facebook, you aren't really accomplishing anything.
Right now, my blog only has 7 followers, although I have 700 page views, I only have 7 accounts that are publicly following my blog. So basically in the eyes of blogger, my blog doesn't exist.
My point is, if you are reading any blogs, whether they are on blogger, word press, tumblr or something else, make sure that you publicly follow the blog, and make sure any comments you have are posted on the blog for other blog readers.
My only goal is to get my blog out of the category that blogger has me in:
Insignificant
The problem is that when bloggers link their blogs to some other account, the perceived notion is that the blogger is receiving viewer counts or comment counts from the other source, however it is not.
When I post blogger or tumblr and it shows up on my Facebook, that does not count as a view. When someone reads what I have posted, and then comments via Facebook or Twitter, that does not count as a reader, a comment or a view.
Blogging is counted by followers, kind of like Facebook is counted by friends, and Twitter is counted by followers.
So if you are reading someone's blog, and you never follow it, and all of your comments are posted in Twitter or Facebook, you aren't really accomplishing anything.
Right now, my blog only has 7 followers, although I have 700 page views, I only have 7 accounts that are publicly following my blog. So basically in the eyes of blogger, my blog doesn't exist.
My point is, if you are reading any blogs, whether they are on blogger, word press, tumblr or something else, make sure that you publicly follow the blog, and make sure any comments you have are posted on the blog for other blog readers.
My only goal is to get my blog out of the category that blogger has me in:
Insignificant
Pronunciation is everything
I read an article on one of the news stations the other day, and it made me want to post.
People who are not natives of South Eastern Virginia, AKA, Hampton Roads, AKA, Tidewater do not understand how to properly pronounce most of the city names around here.
The biggest example is Norfolk.
From the way it is spelled you would assume you pronounce it Nor - Folk.
Well no, you don't.
Only out of towners and vacationers actually pronounce all of the letters and say Nor - Folk.
After you have been here awhile, you will hear it said enough times, to understand it should be spelled Nor-Fick because that is how everyone says it.
People who are 3rd and fourth generation Hampton Roads-ian like myself however know that that Nor - Fick is not the correct pronunciation either.
As my grandaddy would say, it is Nal-Fick.
Yes people, there is an invisible al in the beginning. You will hear some of the older people refer to Nal-Fick and you will wonder what the heck they are talking about.
Some of you think that on the other side of the water from Norfolk, is a city known as Portsmouth.
As my grandaddy would say Nal-Fick, my grandma would say Porch-Moth.
Porch-Moth? seriously? YES. Listen to old timers refer to the pro baseball team. They were the Porch-Moth Cubs. No matter that the history books read Portsmouth, old timers all know its Porch-Moth.
Yet again, I wonder why people get confused. You look on the map for Nal-Fick and Porch-Moth and don't see them!
People who are not natives of South Eastern Virginia, AKA, Hampton Roads, AKA, Tidewater do not understand how to properly pronounce most of the city names around here.
The biggest example is Norfolk.
From the way it is spelled you would assume you pronounce it Nor - Folk.
Well no, you don't.
Only out of towners and vacationers actually pronounce all of the letters and say Nor - Folk.
After you have been here awhile, you will hear it said enough times, to understand it should be spelled Nor-Fick because that is how everyone says it.
People who are 3rd and fourth generation Hampton Roads-ian like myself however know that that Nor - Fick is not the correct pronunciation either.
As my grandaddy would say, it is Nal-Fick.
Yes people, there is an invisible al in the beginning. You will hear some of the older people refer to Nal-Fick and you will wonder what the heck they are talking about.
Some of you think that on the other side of the water from Norfolk, is a city known as Portsmouth.
As my grandaddy would say Nal-Fick, my grandma would say Porch-Moth.
Porch-Moth? seriously? YES. Listen to old timers refer to the pro baseball team. They were the Porch-Moth Cubs. No matter that the history books read Portsmouth, old timers all know its Porch-Moth.
Yet again, I wonder why people get confused. You look on the map for Nal-Fick and Porch-Moth and don't see them!
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