The Suck is a term often used by military men. It is a term that loosely means "a situation or location where the conditions are undesirable and/or 'suck'".
Right now is the The Suck for me.
Or I am in The Suck.
Either way.
So, to get out of my Suck, I am making a gift for my husband. It's our anniversary in two days and I am feeling sickly in love right now. I don't feel like blogging too much tonight. Maybe tomorrow.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
Military Wife Stereotypical-ness
I used to think all those stereotypical military wife stories about how when the husband leaves, the whole world goes to pot were just that. Stories.
Now I believe there is some truth behind it.
Before my husband left, I did not know I could change a car battery.
Before my husband left, I did not know I could kill a spider.
Before my husband left, I did not know how to fix my dryer.
Before my husband left, I did not know I had such strength: physical, mental, and spiritual.
There is also something else. I knew I would miss him, but knowing and understanding are two different things. I've tried to explain this to new wives before: you know what you sign up for, but you gain the wisdom of understanding the depth of what "up to and including my life" really means once you are in it.
Before my husband left, I hated his constant diet of steak and potatoes, now no food in the world is more comforting.
Before my husband left, I craved small moments I could have by myself, now I would give anything to have just 1 hour in his presence.
Before my husband left, his 12 hour shifts seemed like the end of the world, looking back, they don't seem so bad after all.
Before my husband left, I did not think I needed any friends outside of our family; now that he is gone, more than anything, I do not want to lose the friendships I have gained with fellow military wives who have been through what I am going through now.
I am proud. I'm reminded of a fellow wife who sent in an email about how her life with her husband changed post-9/11. In the email she explained that her husband had been in over 10 years when the towers fell and has gone through many deployments since the war began. Now her husband is retiring, and being out of the military lifestyle is the oddest thing to her.
I keep wondering how in 20 years I am going to look back on this time my husband has been in the military. In a way, I hope I see it as odd too, because it isn't something everyone experiences. It's really an amazing family, the military is. Holidays are shared with fellow military families who are, like you, unable to travel home and you split different traditions whether its eating enchiladas or turkey, hot dogs or brats. If there is a need, it will be met, because we remember a time when we were in a hard place just like you.
I am wife to a man in the military and I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Now I believe there is some truth behind it.
Before my husband left, I did not know I could change a car battery.
Before my husband left, I did not know I could kill a spider.
Before my husband left, I did not know how to fix my dryer.
Before my husband left, I did not know I had such strength: physical, mental, and spiritual.
There is also something else. I knew I would miss him, but knowing and understanding are two different things. I've tried to explain this to new wives before: you know what you sign up for, but you gain the wisdom of understanding the depth of what "up to and including my life" really means once you are in it.
Before my husband left, I hated his constant diet of steak and potatoes, now no food in the world is more comforting.
Before my husband left, I craved small moments I could have by myself, now I would give anything to have just 1 hour in his presence.
Before my husband left, his 12 hour shifts seemed like the end of the world, looking back, they don't seem so bad after all.
Before my husband left, I did not think I needed any friends outside of our family; now that he is gone, more than anything, I do not want to lose the friendships I have gained with fellow military wives who have been through what I am going through now.
I am proud. I'm reminded of a fellow wife who sent in an email about how her life with her husband changed post-9/11. In the email she explained that her husband had been in over 10 years when the towers fell and has gone through many deployments since the war began. Now her husband is retiring, and being out of the military lifestyle is the oddest thing to her.
I keep wondering how in 20 years I am going to look back on this time my husband has been in the military. In a way, I hope I see it as odd too, because it isn't something everyone experiences. It's really an amazing family, the military is. Holidays are shared with fellow military families who are, like you, unable to travel home and you split different traditions whether its eating enchiladas or turkey, hot dogs or brats. If there is a need, it will be met, because we remember a time when we were in a hard place just like you.
I am wife to a man in the military and I wouldn't trade it for the world.
Friday, August 5, 2011
i've been busy.
I guess I was supposed to post about my new house.
Well, here it goes.
I love it.
That's my post on my new house.
My husband also loves our new house. But he only lived in it a month before he was deployed.
Deployment is a strange thing. You feel and miss different things at different stages of it.
The first week, I want nothing more than to hold Cody's hand. The first month I forget what it feels like to kiss him....this I really hate because a kiss....well, its just the one thing I think that best holds our emotions as a couple.
After the first month, well, you just start to miss everything. Their voice, even if you get to hear it over the phone or Skype, its not the same as hearing it in real life.
Right now I'm in Oklahoma, back visiting family. My sister's wedding was two weeks ago. Everything came together beautifully.
But, now I feel like I have been too far away from my house....my life....our life, really. I think that's why I am so anxious to go back home. Home is where Cody and I are together. I feel like I am closer to my husband when I am in our home....
I miss home....
I miss Cody.
Nitro misses Cody too apparently because all of his training has reverted. Hopefully once we get him home he can start relaxing and once we are back in routine he will get back into good habits.
Well, I have gotten too serious on my blog today. Not something I meant to do, but I can't help how I feel.
Well, here it goes.
I love it.
That's my post on my new house.
My husband also loves our new house. But he only lived in it a month before he was deployed.
Deployment is a strange thing. You feel and miss different things at different stages of it.
The first week, I want nothing more than to hold Cody's hand. The first month I forget what it feels like to kiss him....this I really hate because a kiss....well, its just the one thing I think that best holds our emotions as a couple.
After the first month, well, you just start to miss everything. Their voice, even if you get to hear it over the phone or Skype, its not the same as hearing it in real life.
Right now I'm in Oklahoma, back visiting family. My sister's wedding was two weeks ago. Everything came together beautifully.
But, now I feel like I have been too far away from my house....my life....our life, really. I think that's why I am so anxious to go back home. Home is where Cody and I are together. I feel like I am closer to my husband when I am in our home....
I miss home....
I miss Cody.
Nitro misses Cody too apparently because all of his training has reverted. Hopefully once we get him home he can start relaxing and once we are back in routine he will get back into good habits.
Well, I have gotten too serious on my blog today. Not something I meant to do, but I can't help how I feel.
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