I guess that for some reason it had not occurred to me that as a military wife I would be making friends that I would have to part with eventually. I also never realized that it would be so hard on me to say my goodbyes. I just found out this week that my first good friend here in Washington is going to be leaving this summer. I am extremely sad about it. I don't want her to go. I am going to miss her and I am going to miss her kids. It's going to be really hard on me to not see those kids grow up and become the amazing people that I know that they will be. It breaks my heart that I might grow apart from my friend.
I think that a big factor for me is the fact that back home I don't have a lot of friends that are the kind of moms I have met here. Almost none of my mom friends at home are stay at home moms and a lot of them do things very differently than I do. I truly feel that my mom friends here, in Washington, have helped me grow into a better, more hands on parent. This particular friend, who is leaving, is a great mom. She does everything for her kids and they love her to death. She is also a wonderful wife. I look up to her in a lot of ways and it is going to be sad for me to see her go and to lose that influence.
I had a really hard time moving here because I don't make friends easily. I don't require a lot of friends to be happy, I just prefer to have a few that I really like. I feel like I met a small group of awesome women, all of whom I love for different reasons. It is going to be very difficult for me to say goodbye to them now that I have become close to them. It is going to be really hard for me to say goodbye to their children, as well, each of whom I love. I don't take friendship lightly.
Why did it escape me that I would have to say a whole new set of goodbyes eventually? I wish that there was someone that I could write a letter to, asking that only people from Colorado be admitted to the Navy, so that I would never have to say goodbye. What a mess.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Feeling a Little Bit Richer.
Last night I typed a very long, detailed (and, in my opinion, witty) blog entry about the weekend that Dave and I just shared. Sadly, right when I got to the very end my son took hold of the mouse and clicked the back button. It was tragic, I actually screamed out loud because it was such a disaster. I would really like to share the story here, but I simply do not feel that I have the patience right now to write as well as I had last night. This makes me sad because it was a weekend that was deserving of a well written entry. But life happens so I am just going to make do and give it the best entry that my time constraints and patience will allow. Ready, set, go...
A couple of months ago a friend of mine mentioned that she and her husband were taking the Navy up on one of the perks that it offers to those who serve. The perk she told me about was called a CREDO (Chaplain's Religious Enrichment Development Operation) Marriage Enrichment Retreat. Dave and I are not religious and we also do not have any major problems with our marriage, but my friend told me that it was for healthy marriages and that it was not extremely focused on faith. My next thought was, "Nice idea and concept but Dave is an E3, no way can we afford that." The next words out of her mouth shot that thought down. She said, "The Navy pays for your hotel stay and all of your meals except dinner on Friday night before the first session starts."
After that conversation, I was pretty much sold. I just needed to decide what to do about childcare, ask the spouse if he would be interested in doing such a thing, and get over my irrational fears of both group therapy and public speaking. It was pretty much a piece of cake. Our friends who had told us about the retreat agreed to swap childcare with us for the occasion, so we will be watching their daughter for a weekend in April. Dave said that as long as it was not overly bible based he would love to go, and that was taken care of. Now all the was left was to overcome the irrational fears. That part was easy as a child free, all expense paid, weekend alone as a couple easily outweighed the possible cons of what the retreat sessions would actually entail.
With all of the arrangements made, we both began to look forward to the weekend. We were slightly skeptical about the actual Marriage Enrichment Retreat but we were willing to put up with a few boring, awkward sessions in order to have a romantic getaway. The Friday arrived when we were supposed to leave and leave we did. The traffic getting there was a nightmare and it took us almost four hours (although we made great time coming back), we arrived, checked in, grabbed some Taco Time, and steeled ourselves for what we thought was going to be our first group therapy type session. At 6:45 on Friday evening, we walked into that conference room feeling nervous and intimidated.
Luckily for us expectations and reality rarely ever line up. This was one of the occasions where they do not line up and it happens in positive way. We were pleasantly surprised with the outline that the Chaplain gave us for the weekend, his demeanor, and the content of the first session of the weekend. We were also pleased that he did not drag it on for hours and that he seemed to really enjoy his job. We left Friday night feeling very optimistic about the rest of the weekend.
I am not going to go into a bunch of details. Outlining the whole weekend would take up a lot of space and probably be boring for anyone besides myself. However what I will say is that we left that Inn with several ideas of things that we can and will be doing to make our relationship stronger and healthier. We are going to work on growing closer in areas that we were just always very independent in. We are going to work on making each other feel appreciated and loved as fully as possible. We both left with an extremely optimistic feeling about a marriage that we were both already optimistic about.
This past weekend was one of the best investments I have ever made in my life or my marriage, and it was free. We learned so much and we spoke to each other about things and in ways that we had recently been neglecting. We actually managed to have serious, interesting conversations that were about other things than children. It was miraculous. Anyone who ever has a similar opportunity should act on it, you will not regret it. As of right now, today, I think that CREDO changed our marriage for the best. I am excited about today, tomorrow, and the years to come. And let me just say, it's a wonderful feeling.
A couple of months ago a friend of mine mentioned that she and her husband were taking the Navy up on one of the perks that it offers to those who serve. The perk she told me about was called a CREDO (Chaplain's Religious Enrichment Development Operation) Marriage Enrichment Retreat. Dave and I are not religious and we also do not have any major problems with our marriage, but my friend told me that it was for healthy marriages and that it was not extremely focused on faith. My next thought was, "Nice idea and concept but Dave is an E3, no way can we afford that." The next words out of her mouth shot that thought down. She said, "The Navy pays for your hotel stay and all of your meals except dinner on Friday night before the first session starts."
After that conversation, I was pretty much sold. I just needed to decide what to do about childcare, ask the spouse if he would be interested in doing such a thing, and get over my irrational fears of both group therapy and public speaking. It was pretty much a piece of cake. Our friends who had told us about the retreat agreed to swap childcare with us for the occasion, so we will be watching their daughter for a weekend in April. Dave said that as long as it was not overly bible based he would love to go, and that was taken care of. Now all the was left was to overcome the irrational fears. That part was easy as a child free, all expense paid, weekend alone as a couple easily outweighed the possible cons of what the retreat sessions would actually entail.
With all of the arrangements made, we both began to look forward to the weekend. We were slightly skeptical about the actual Marriage Enrichment Retreat but we were willing to put up with a few boring, awkward sessions in order to have a romantic getaway. The Friday arrived when we were supposed to leave and leave we did. The traffic getting there was a nightmare and it took us almost four hours (although we made great time coming back), we arrived, checked in, grabbed some Taco Time, and steeled ourselves for what we thought was going to be our first group therapy type session. At 6:45 on Friday evening, we walked into that conference room feeling nervous and intimidated.
Luckily for us expectations and reality rarely ever line up. This was one of the occasions where they do not line up and it happens in positive way. We were pleasantly surprised with the outline that the Chaplain gave us for the weekend, his demeanor, and the content of the first session of the weekend. We were also pleased that he did not drag it on for hours and that he seemed to really enjoy his job. We left Friday night feeling very optimistic about the rest of the weekend.
I am not going to go into a bunch of details. Outlining the whole weekend would take up a lot of space and probably be boring for anyone besides myself. However what I will say is that we left that Inn with several ideas of things that we can and will be doing to make our relationship stronger and healthier. We are going to work on growing closer in areas that we were just always very independent in. We are going to work on making each other feel appreciated and loved as fully as possible. We both left with an extremely optimistic feeling about a marriage that we were both already optimistic about.
This past weekend was one of the best investments I have ever made in my life or my marriage, and it was free. We learned so much and we spoke to each other about things and in ways that we had recently been neglecting. We actually managed to have serious, interesting conversations that were about other things than children. It was miraculous. Anyone who ever has a similar opportunity should act on it, you will not regret it. As of right now, today, I think that CREDO changed our marriage for the best. I am excited about today, tomorrow, and the years to come. And let me just say, it's a wonderful feeling.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Death, Revisited.
Dave and I have lived in Washington for almost two years. We got here at the very beginning of May 2008. When we were on the road to Washington, two people that I knew and loved back in Colorado died. Both died by their own hand. I was so sad. I knew I couldn't go back to pay respects and I couldn't be there for the rest of the people that I loved who I knew were suffering greatly. I had to send cards to their family and friends. These were people that I would have loved to hug much more than sending a written condolence.
When we arrived in Washington and began to settle in, I figured that it was just a tragic coincidence that two people I knew would pass away so close together and right after I left. I figured it was a bump in the road. I mourned them and then I moved on. I still think of them but I grieved and felt like I needed to move on with my life. But then, people just kept on dying. At this moment, while I sit here I can think of 8 people that I know from back home who have died in the two years since I left. I also know that my mommy brain is kicking in and that I am forgetting one or two people right now.
Yesterday I was sitting here at my trusty computer, browsing the internet. I was shocked to learn (via Facebook) that a young man that I went to elementary school with passed away this weekend. This was a person that I hadn't seen in several years. We didn't keep in touch through middle and high school. We didn't really move in the same circles. But, he was a nice guy. I did know him and he was my peer. When I saw his name popping up with R.I.P. before it, I was stunned. My mind immediately flashed to elementary school. I could picture his haircut and I could still picture that little guy with the huge, pretty eyes and the enormous constant smile. How could that little guy be dead? He is my age for God's sake.
It feels odd to me that I should be so affected by the passing of someone that was not close to me. I shed tears over this person and I hardly knew him anymore. I toyed with thoughts all night as to why I felt the way I felt. I have no clear answer as to why it bothers me and saddens me so much, but I do have some theories.
The first is that I am affected due to the sheer number of peers that I have already lost at 23 years old. Most people only lose family members and older ones at that. At 23, I have lost more than a handful of peers. I am not sitting here saying that I have lost 20 of my nearest and dearest friends, but these are still people my age. I knew them and I liked them and I remember them fondly.
My second theory is that I am slightly overly emotional and that I have a tendency to over empathize. I really can put myself in other peoples shoes and sometimes I have a tendency to over do it. I feel so sad when anyone dies or loses someone that I could read the obituaries in any paper and cry my eyes out. I just feel so sad for everyone who has to feel that pain. I feel sad for anyone for all of the time and memories that could have been. When someone dies unexpectedly, especially when they are so young, I just feel like I wish I could take the pain away for all of those who loved them. It doesn't even matter to me how I well I know them.
Regardless of the reasoning, my heart is just broken for this person's friends, girlfriend, and family members. I truly believe that it was a sad day in Colorado when that little guy's huge, friendly, shining smile went out. I hope that those who loved him get to see that smile again someday.
And as an end note, I really hope that 2010 brings less death into the orbit of my life. It gets harder each time and I am just so sick and tired of reading about the deaths of my peers.
When we arrived in Washington and began to settle in, I figured that it was just a tragic coincidence that two people I knew would pass away so close together and right after I left. I figured it was a bump in the road. I mourned them and then I moved on. I still think of them but I grieved and felt like I needed to move on with my life. But then, people just kept on dying. At this moment, while I sit here I can think of 8 people that I know from back home who have died in the two years since I left. I also know that my mommy brain is kicking in and that I am forgetting one or two people right now.
Yesterday I was sitting here at my trusty computer, browsing the internet. I was shocked to learn (via Facebook) that a young man that I went to elementary school with passed away this weekend. This was a person that I hadn't seen in several years. We didn't keep in touch through middle and high school. We didn't really move in the same circles. But, he was a nice guy. I did know him and he was my peer. When I saw his name popping up with R.I.P. before it, I was stunned. My mind immediately flashed to elementary school. I could picture his haircut and I could still picture that little guy with the huge, pretty eyes and the enormous constant smile. How could that little guy be dead? He is my age for God's sake.
It feels odd to me that I should be so affected by the passing of someone that was not close to me. I shed tears over this person and I hardly knew him anymore. I toyed with thoughts all night as to why I felt the way I felt. I have no clear answer as to why it bothers me and saddens me so much, but I do have some theories.
The first is that I am affected due to the sheer number of peers that I have already lost at 23 years old. Most people only lose family members and older ones at that. At 23, I have lost more than a handful of peers. I am not sitting here saying that I have lost 20 of my nearest and dearest friends, but these are still people my age. I knew them and I liked them and I remember them fondly.
My second theory is that I am slightly overly emotional and that I have a tendency to over empathize. I really can put myself in other peoples shoes and sometimes I have a tendency to over do it. I feel so sad when anyone dies or loses someone that I could read the obituaries in any paper and cry my eyes out. I just feel so sad for everyone who has to feel that pain. I feel sad for anyone for all of the time and memories that could have been. When someone dies unexpectedly, especially when they are so young, I just feel like I wish I could take the pain away for all of those who loved them. It doesn't even matter to me how I well I know them.
Regardless of the reasoning, my heart is just broken for this person's friends, girlfriend, and family members. I truly believe that it was a sad day in Colorado when that little guy's huge, friendly, shining smile went out. I hope that those who loved him get to see that smile again someday.
And as an end note, I really hope that 2010 brings less death into the orbit of my life. It gets harder each time and I am just so sick and tired of reading about the deaths of my peers.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
1993.
I will be 24 next month, so I am not old by any means. However, that didn't stop me from having my first, "I feel old experience," in class the other day. I guess that I will have to realize that as an almost 24 year old who is still in college, I am going to be surrounded by quite a few fresh out of high school faces. However, until the other day, it had never occurred to me that I am one of the older people in class.
Last Thursday, everyone was standing up and giving presentations. The young man who sits in front of me stood up and in the course of his speech he said something about how 1989 was two years before he was born. I was shocked and I quietly said, "Wow! He was born in 1991!" It was then that the unthinkable happened. The girl next to me smiled and said, "Well, I was born in 1993."
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! 1993?! People born in 1993 are old enough to take college courses? (Granted she is a high school student doing Running Start) Seriously? I remember 1993. There are songs from 1993 that I still love and consider among my favorites. Ace of Base was still popular in 1993. The Gin Blossoms were topping the charts. 1993 was an awesome year. I turned 7 that year and I was rocking baby doll dresses, black Mary Janes, and I did my hair with the Bobsy (at least I think that's the name).
I also realized, after talking to this very nice young lady for most of the 3 hour period that I spend in class, that I am too old to be her friend. We have nothing in common. Even the way that she talks seems young and distant from where I am in life. She is absolutely, unmistakably from a different generation than myself. I'm not saying that I want to hang out with people who are 6 or 7 years older than me. But I had just never realized before that even though I am young, I am not really young anymore.
Youth is leaving me especially quickly since I am already married and have a family. I plan on becoming a teacher and I always thought that I would be the really cool, young teacher and now I realize that I am out of touch with young people. How did that happen? When did I grow up? I would really like to know so that I can warn my children to watch for that moment for themselves.
The whole day left me feeling old and confused. The only thing that I know for sure is that 1993 will forever be remembered as the year that caused me to realize that I am getting old. I don't know if I will ever feel the same about The Gin Blossoms again. Well, that's a lie. I still love them. I might as well embrace my impending old age.
Last Thursday, everyone was standing up and giving presentations. The young man who sits in front of me stood up and in the course of his speech he said something about how 1989 was two years before he was born. I was shocked and I quietly said, "Wow! He was born in 1991!" It was then that the unthinkable happened. The girl next to me smiled and said, "Well, I was born in 1993."
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! 1993?! People born in 1993 are old enough to take college courses? (Granted she is a high school student doing Running Start) Seriously? I remember 1993. There are songs from 1993 that I still love and consider among my favorites. Ace of Base was still popular in 1993. The Gin Blossoms were topping the charts. 1993 was an awesome year. I turned 7 that year and I was rocking baby doll dresses, black Mary Janes, and I did my hair with the Bobsy (at least I think that's the name).
I also realized, after talking to this very nice young lady for most of the 3 hour period that I spend in class, that I am too old to be her friend. We have nothing in common. Even the way that she talks seems young and distant from where I am in life. She is absolutely, unmistakably from a different generation than myself. I'm not saying that I want to hang out with people who are 6 or 7 years older than me. But I had just never realized before that even though I am young, I am not really young anymore.
Youth is leaving me especially quickly since I am already married and have a family. I plan on becoming a teacher and I always thought that I would be the really cool, young teacher and now I realize that I am out of touch with young people. How did that happen? When did I grow up? I would really like to know so that I can warn my children to watch for that moment for themselves.
The whole day left me feeling old and confused. The only thing that I know for sure is that 1993 will forever be remembered as the year that caused me to realize that I am getting old. I don't know if I will ever feel the same about The Gin Blossoms again. Well, that's a lie. I still love them. I might as well embrace my impending old age.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Decisions, Decisions
As a full time college student, my education is extremely important to me. I don't just want to get my Bachelor's, I have to. It's something I not only want for myself, it is something that I expect for myself. I won't settle for being well read and high school educated. I want to be extremely well read and college educated. I ultimately plan on getting my Ph.D. but since first things are always first, I am currently working on my B.A. in History. Being a Navy wife and a formerly very rebellious young person has presented me with some unique challenges in regards to my college education.
First, it took me quite a while to get my head on my shoulders and start taking college seriously. I am proud to say that, after a tumultuous couple of years, I have been doing well for about 3 years now. Secondly, I initially did not think that I could make a career as anything but a teacher with a History degree and therefore chose two different majors that really didn't mean anything to me. I finally decided two years ago that I would rather be a failure at something I love than a success at something I hate, and I changed my major to History. At that point, I really thought that I was on the right track and that I would surely graduate within the next couple of years and in a timely manner.
However, life had different plans for me. I found out that I was pregnant with Archer and got married to Dave. Dave then enlisted in the Navy and eventually we had to move. When we got to Washington, I immediately started the process of getting enrolled at my local community college. Soon I found out that while my classes and credits did transfer over, I was going to lose 1 credit here and 1 credit there as a part of the process. This was really hard for me to swallow as I had worked so hard to earn those credits and now I was going to have to take extra classes to basically fill the void. However, I squared my shoulders and trudged forward.
Now, here were are almost two years later and I am facing another impending move to a new state. I know now that another move will cost me more credits and that it will be another set back. The more I thought about this, the more depressed I got. I started searching for a way that I could just transfer one last time to a college where I could complete my degree fully online. If this was possible, I would only have to transfer one last time and then I could really just get my butt in gear and finish out my degree.
It didn't take me long, for my answer to come to me in the form of Ashford University. I had always been skeptical of online schools. I was afraid that I would put in a bunch of work and then find out that my degree was from a school that was not appropriately accredited and I would never be able to get a job or get into a Master's degree program. However, I have checked into Ashford and read a lot of information about accreditation as well as read reviews of the college. I have finally made the decision to transfer to Ashford University and finish my education.
I am really excited to take this step. For one thing, I think that it means that there is a clear end in sight for me. I can finally see the end and the degree and that feels really good. For another, it will take a lot of stress off of my shoulders. I won't have to worry anymore that I am going to have to transfer or where I will go next. I will also not have to fiddle around with community colleges anymore. I will be working a specific degree program and doing exactly what I need, as opposed to taking classes that may or may not end up being necessary for my major. I am so glad that I made this decision. I just want to fulfill my goal of having a B.A. that way I can be proud of myself and see myself as someone my children should be proud of.
Here's to the future!
First, it took me quite a while to get my head on my shoulders and start taking college seriously. I am proud to say that, after a tumultuous couple of years, I have been doing well for about 3 years now. Secondly, I initially did not think that I could make a career as anything but a teacher with a History degree and therefore chose two different majors that really didn't mean anything to me. I finally decided two years ago that I would rather be a failure at something I love than a success at something I hate, and I changed my major to History. At that point, I really thought that I was on the right track and that I would surely graduate within the next couple of years and in a timely manner.
However, life had different plans for me. I found out that I was pregnant with Archer and got married to Dave. Dave then enlisted in the Navy and eventually we had to move. When we got to Washington, I immediately started the process of getting enrolled at my local community college. Soon I found out that while my classes and credits did transfer over, I was going to lose 1 credit here and 1 credit there as a part of the process. This was really hard for me to swallow as I had worked so hard to earn those credits and now I was going to have to take extra classes to basically fill the void. However, I squared my shoulders and trudged forward.
Now, here were are almost two years later and I am facing another impending move to a new state. I know now that another move will cost me more credits and that it will be another set back. The more I thought about this, the more depressed I got. I started searching for a way that I could just transfer one last time to a college where I could complete my degree fully online. If this was possible, I would only have to transfer one last time and then I could really just get my butt in gear and finish out my degree.
It didn't take me long, for my answer to come to me in the form of Ashford University. I had always been skeptical of online schools. I was afraid that I would put in a bunch of work and then find out that my degree was from a school that was not appropriately accredited and I would never be able to get a job or get into a Master's degree program. However, I have checked into Ashford and read a lot of information about accreditation as well as read reviews of the college. I have finally made the decision to transfer to Ashford University and finish my education.
I am really excited to take this step. For one thing, I think that it means that there is a clear end in sight for me. I can finally see the end and the degree and that feels really good. For another, it will take a lot of stress off of my shoulders. I won't have to worry anymore that I am going to have to transfer or where I will go next. I will also not have to fiddle around with community colleges anymore. I will be working a specific degree program and doing exactly what I need, as opposed to taking classes that may or may not end up being necessary for my major. I am so glad that I made this decision. I just want to fulfill my goal of having a B.A. that way I can be proud of myself and see myself as someone my children should be proud of.
Here's to the future!
Friday, January 22, 2010
Going? Going. Gone!
Most anyone who is or has been affiliated with the military knows how military life is. It is very unpredictable. There are lots of ups and downs and a great deal of uncertainty. We have been pretty fortunate up to this point. My husband has been on shore duty for most of his 2 years in the Navy and we will spend our last 2.5 years of Navy life on Sea Duty. Most people do not go to shore duty first, which was lucky. On top of that, my husband is assigned to a squadron which, although shore duty, goes on various 'detachments' for varying amounts of time quite frequently. Even for shore duty, members of his squadron tend to be gone a lot. However, we have been here for almost two years and today marks only the 2nd time he has had to leave us.
The first time was just over a year ago and he was gone for 4 weeks. This time, he left today and as of now he should be gone for about 3 weeks. It doesn't seem like too long, 3 weeks is a time frame that I can handle. However, this whole thing has been the 3-ring circus from hell. A month ago, we knew that he was leaving for a month starting on January 10th. We were ready for it and had childcare arranged so that I could go to school, worry-free. Then he came home from work one day, right before he was supposed to leave and said that due to some circumstances, he was only going to be going for 7 days from January 20th-27th. Ok, great. Less childcare to pay for, less time away from the family. So then, within the two weeks of having this info, the dates must have changed 3 or 4 times. That was annoying, but it was fine because it was still just a short amount of time. Fast forward to the day before yesterday...he calls me from work and says, "Well I asked like four times last week and was told no but now I was just told that I am staying the remainder after the 27th. So, I won't be back until February 12th.
That was the beginning of my real frustration. I mean, like I said, I can handle three weeks. But, I cannot come to grips with him having asked repetitively for a week if his only being gone for a week was set in stone and then them changing it on him with less than 24 hours notice. And it gets worse, we then said our goodbyes and prepared ourselves. After school yesterday, I was ready to take on my first solo day. I get home, walk through the door, and about have a heart attack. He is sitting on the couch in his sweats. Apparently they couldn't get out of here and to where they needed to be and so he was supposed to be back at 7 a.m. today. And now, I get a phone call that "If I haven't heard from him by 1:30 he's gone, otherwise he might not be leaving til Sunday." This is a freaking circus and I really really don't like it.
I sat here and totaled everything up and I came to the number 7. If he leaves today as he is supposed to, then his plans were changed 7 times. If not, the number becomes 8. This is getting ridiculous. And to make matters worse, I am extremely sick of hearing, 'Well that's the Navy,' and other similar comments. I know that is how Navy life is, it doesn't mean that I am not allowed to be annoyed, frustrated, sad, upset, angry, or whatever other emotion I feel. I am entitled to my feelings regardless of how typical the situation is.
I just wish that this organization that is responsible for our nation's safety and well being, this organization that people idolize and depend on, this organization that stands behind these slogans about how important and great they are, I wish that this organization would display some professionalism. Is that too much to ask?
The first time was just over a year ago and he was gone for 4 weeks. This time, he left today and as of now he should be gone for about 3 weeks. It doesn't seem like too long, 3 weeks is a time frame that I can handle. However, this whole thing has been the 3-ring circus from hell. A month ago, we knew that he was leaving for a month starting on January 10th. We were ready for it and had childcare arranged so that I could go to school, worry-free. Then he came home from work one day, right before he was supposed to leave and said that due to some circumstances, he was only going to be going for 7 days from January 20th-27th. Ok, great. Less childcare to pay for, less time away from the family. So then, within the two weeks of having this info, the dates must have changed 3 or 4 times. That was annoying, but it was fine because it was still just a short amount of time. Fast forward to the day before yesterday...he calls me from work and says, "Well I asked like four times last week and was told no but now I was just told that I am staying the remainder after the 27th. So, I won't be back until February 12th.
That was the beginning of my real frustration. I mean, like I said, I can handle three weeks. But, I cannot come to grips with him having asked repetitively for a week if his only being gone for a week was set in stone and then them changing it on him with less than 24 hours notice. And it gets worse, we then said our goodbyes and prepared ourselves. After school yesterday, I was ready to take on my first solo day. I get home, walk through the door, and about have a heart attack. He is sitting on the couch in his sweats. Apparently they couldn't get out of here and to where they needed to be and so he was supposed to be back at 7 a.m. today. And now, I get a phone call that "If I haven't heard from him by 1:30 he's gone, otherwise he might not be leaving til Sunday." This is a freaking circus and I really really don't like it.
I sat here and totaled everything up and I came to the number 7. If he leaves today as he is supposed to, then his plans were changed 7 times. If not, the number becomes 8. This is getting ridiculous. And to make matters worse, I am extremely sick of hearing, 'Well that's the Navy,' and other similar comments. I know that is how Navy life is, it doesn't mean that I am not allowed to be annoyed, frustrated, sad, upset, angry, or whatever other emotion I feel. I am entitled to my feelings regardless of how typical the situation is.
I just wish that this organization that is responsible for our nation's safety and well being, this organization that people idolize and depend on, this organization that stands behind these slogans about how important and great they are, I wish that this organization would display some professionalism. Is that too much to ask?
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Resolve.
It happens every year. We, the well meaning people of Earth, greet a new year at midnight on January 1st. Many of us, make resolutions. Some resolutions are common and easy, some are personal and difficult. Some of us keep them. Some of us smash them to ribbons within a month. I tend to fall into the category of people who do not make resolutions because I do not want to feel badly about myself when I break them. There are a lot of things that I would like to do this year but not all of them would actually be fitting to be called resolutions for the new year. However this year I decided to make 2 resolutions for the new year, although personally, I would rather think of them as goals.
The first is to workout 4 days a week for the entire year. I would definitely like to lose weight. However that is not the reason for this goal. I truly believe that in combination with vitamin B12 and 5HTP, if I work out regularly I could conquer my depression and have a great year. 5 days per week would be amazing but I want to set a realistic goal. Especially considering that we are facing a move in May and that I will be attending school full time throughout the year, I think that 4 seems more reasonable and definitely much more achievable.
The second is to read 100 books this calendar year. I recently finished The Shack but since I started it in 2009, I have decided not to count it. The book that I started today, Beautiful Boy, will be my first book of the 100 that I plan to read. Wish me luck, as I think that this one is the loftier of my two goals. If I have to read any books (not textbooks) for school, I will be counting those toward my 100 as I almost always enjoy every book that I read. I blog about the books that I read here and I will be blogging about all of the ones that I read in 2010. Since I have the titles in my book blog numbered, I am going to start this project by resetting the numbers and indicating which number each book was for me in 2010.
So, folks, these are my resolutions for 2010. Among them are other goals that I have for the year. However, these are the two that I wish to call my resolutions and these two will be given special emphasis in 2010. Lofty goals? Maybe. Achievable goals? I believe so. Wish me luck. And I hope that at least one or two people will follow my progress.
The first is to workout 4 days a week for the entire year. I would definitely like to lose weight. However that is not the reason for this goal. I truly believe that in combination with vitamin B12 and 5HTP, if I work out regularly I could conquer my depression and have a great year. 5 days per week would be amazing but I want to set a realistic goal. Especially considering that we are facing a move in May and that I will be attending school full time throughout the year, I think that 4 seems more reasonable and definitely much more achievable.
The second is to read 100 books this calendar year. I recently finished The Shack but since I started it in 2009, I have decided not to count it. The book that I started today, Beautiful Boy, will be my first book of the 100 that I plan to read. Wish me luck, as I think that this one is the loftier of my two goals. If I have to read any books (not textbooks) for school, I will be counting those toward my 100 as I almost always enjoy every book that I read. I blog about the books that I read here and I will be blogging about all of the ones that I read in 2010. Since I have the titles in my book blog numbered, I am going to start this project by resetting the numbers and indicating which number each book was for me in 2010.
So, folks, these are my resolutions for 2010. Among them are other goals that I have for the year. However, these are the two that I wish to call my resolutions and these two will be given special emphasis in 2010. Lofty goals? Maybe. Achievable goals? I believe so. Wish me luck. And I hope that at least one or two people will follow my progress.
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