Dear Deployment, Although I understand that we are not strangers, I did want to set forth a few ground rules and observations before you officially begin your timeline.  First and foremost, please remember that I despise surprises so should you feel the need to visit again before my husband re...

I have spent most of today in my room.  Near my unmade bed.   A lot of time on the computer, too.  The TV has been on.  I still haven't taken a shower. Air Force Guy, on the other hand, was up at 6 am (it was a late morning for him) and off to work.  Despite t...

Last Friday I was thrilled, and was singing my famous "it is Friday" song in my head all day.  Until I went to pick up my Son from school, and was told by another parent that "the teacher wants to see you".  ughhhh..... I love my son's teacher, but frankly these i...

Just before I wrote the title of this post, I had a funny memory pop into my head, so I must share. You know the saying "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade"?  Well, when DH and I were still sorta newlyweds, I was going through a tough time and he gave me a sweet card tha...

It takes a lot to scare me.  I mean, I go through life like anyone else.  Like most military spouses, I just don't have the time to let my emotions do what they've been urging me to do.  There's just too much to do. But this morning I woke up, and I still can't shak...

Military brats have a tough life.  They have to move every two or three years.  They have to make new friends every time they do.  They have to re-make their tribe every time just as we spouses do. Their roots are as complicated as we spouses find them to be.  Perhaps it is even ...

My son has been exhibiting some new behavior lately.  It appears that he has reached that stage in his development where he is trying to figure out (aside from the physical differences) what is grown up "man" behavior and what is not. And, since Air Force Guy is TDY for most of the re...

DH has been TDY for a little over two weeks now... until the end of summer.  Okay, I can handle that.  No, really, I can.  Honest! ;) Last Tuesday my 8-year-old son had THE mother of all temper tantrums.  I was so in shock that all I could do was take deep breaths and try not to ...

Tonight I had the opportunity to attend my very first ever on-post sports picnic.  In lieu of having individual team or league parties, the post holds one big event at the end of the year.  I was looking forward to the usual picnic fare and the opportunity to enjoy a bit of friendship befo...

Joan asked an intriguing question and I cannot wait to read her follow-up post. As I contemplated my answer, I realized that my feelings about my "alone time" have changed in the past six years since becoming a Guard Wife.  And, as we thrust ourselves headlong into another overseas pr...