Currently: DEPLOYED ...while stationed at Norfolk, VA

Completed: A-School Pensacola, FL
Basic Training Great Lakes, IL

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Call from Washington, D.C.

Picture this, I was at work discussing a matter with a colleague when my cell phone starts ringing. I excused myself from the conversation, hoping it was the deployed hubby. A lot of times I don't even look at the Caller ID. I've been known to answer the phone with a "Hey babe!" only to find out it was someone else entirely. I guess it's one of those times when the anticipation doesn't match reality.

However, this time I glanced down to see if it was the bazillion digit number signaling an international phone call. Nope. But it said "Washington, D.C." Had a slight panic attack and answered the phone only to hear a recording requesting I participate in a survey.


While I hate to receive that kind of call, on my cell phone no less, I was elated to know that it wasn't my husband or his C.O. calling to say something was wrong. I don't know if I've become a pessimist? Or if I was having flashbacks to my brother rushed to Walter Reed during one of his deployments? Or watching your daughter die in your arms makes you lose some sort of innocence?

Two years ago I would have seen a call from DC on caller id and thought it was something political for election support. One things for sure... being a military family changes your perspective.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Blessing or Burden?

I'm online right now because i'm waiting for the duty van to be ready. Tonight I get to drop off the patrol and then go to bed. The annoying thing about here is the immaturity of our Sailors and Marines. They really don't know when to call it quits and are unwilling to pay for their mistakes or take responsibility for their actions. It makes me wonder what the people here think of us and why at times when i'm out with [name removed] or getting groceries the locals have two reactions. 1 they either laugh and point. 2 if they have small children they shoo them away from us giving us dirty looks over their shoulder. I asked some of the other guys if they noticed and they said not any more. I know that I'm here to protect these people and serve our country, but I wonder if we are more of a burden to these people than a help at times.

Hubby sent me an email this morning while I was out at church. The above was included an email talking about his Shore Patrol last night. For those of you who aren't familiar with it, they rotate shifts called shore patrol on deployments. The person on this shift then goes around to the bars and other places to make sure people are staying out of trouble. In my mind it's kind of like being an MP (Military Police) or MA (Master-at-Arms) for the night. For those of you who are MP's or married to MP's, I do understand it's different and hope I didn't offend you by any reference to it, but it's the best way I can understand it. Because Ben is one of the older guys there and doesn't make it his goal to get wasted every night, he has this responsibility assigned to him quite a bit.

In this email, he was telling me about he had to break up some fights, dodged three punches, and had to handcuff six Marines. I wish I could say that this was abnormal, but every time he has Shore Patrol he tells me stories that blow my mind! I feel for these guys and girls. They go through so much, with such little pay, away from family and friends. I understand the need to let loose, and they should be able to. However, I'm surprised to hear all the stories of how they get too carried away. I've lost count at how many bar fights he's broken up. Add to that the ones who've had to be rushed to medical because of falling down stairs in there intoxication. There's even some who are now in the local nation's jails because of their actions. I'm sure this isn't the case at every deployment location, but I echo Ben's sentiments that when it crosses the line and starts affecting the locals as well as our own reputation, are we really helping anyone? Aren't we more of a burden than a blessing?

What do you think?

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Oh, hi Blog! ...awk-ward

You know how you go back to the town where you grew up and you see someone you used to know and then you both do the "wow, so nice to see you! what've you been up to? oop, gotta run, but we'll stay in touch" dance, knowing that since you haven't communicated in this length of time, you'll probably never talk again until the next awkward encounter?

That's how I feel blogging right now after so much time has lapsed. Not because of any of you, although I'm not too sure anyone will even read this, anyway, but for myself. In all honesty, prior to remembering it was tied into my Gmail account, I was surprised that Blogger even remembered my info or didn't spontaneously combust upon login.

A lot has changed since my last post. Let's see...

Changed Churches
...we struggled finding the right fit, but a shipmate of Ben's invited us to his and we have found our home.
Changed Jobs following God's leading, I now work at said church (and no longer write my newspaper column).
Changed Homes
...twice actually, but we are now in our first house and are loving it!

Changed Schools
...still pursuing my education online, however now I am going through Liberty University.

Changed Degrees
...switched from Math to Psychology.

Which brings me to more changes. I became pregnant around the time of my last post with a due date of April 15th, 2011. (I'll be honest that I am not in the right frame of mind to be going into too many details, although I am pretty open about it and love fielding questions.) The pregnancy alone was tough, especially once I was put on bedrest. About half way through, we found out we were having a girl and we named her Ashlyn Rose. Ashlyn, meaning dream. Seemed fitting for the child whose diagnosis was fatal. You see, she didn't have kidneys, and one thing we learned really quickly is that you have to have at least one of your kidneys in order to live. She was born at the 32-week mark and was absolutely beautiful! My husband and I were able to spend almost 2 hours with her before she went home to be with the Lord.

That was one year ago. February 21st.

You might wonder why I didn't blog about that until now and I have no answer, other than "I couldn't." Even now I'm somewhat hesitant. However Ben is deployed (our first), and I know I need to hold "it" together and thought of my previous blogging friends and the wisdom you've shared regarding your deployments and, well, life. I could use some of that wisdom right about now.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

The Blog

So... I may or (ahem) may not have been updating this blog recently in a little bit in a LONG time.

I've written about balance previously, and well, to be honest... one way I started balancing things is by cutting out blog time. If Ben was to be deployed, or sent away for more schooling, etc then I'd definitely be back just like before, but with work, school, and everything else in between, it just hasn't been a priority. Maybe a different life event will get me writing more. We'll see?

So it's not the end. It's just a break. And we all know what happened with Ross and Rachel in the end, so it can definitely be a positive thing. :)

Monday, August 2, 2010

Looking for:

I came across this thanks to Google Alerts and had to share. I've heard about people looking for love through ads, and who doesn't love a man in uniform, but wow. Just was surprised to see this point blank. Enjoy!

Are you in the army or military?
Do you want to have children soon?
Do you want a loving respectful young women to bring home to your parent?

If the answer to all of these is YES, then you've found your girl

I'm 32 year old african american female, healthy, educated with a bachelor's degree from hunter.
I'm 5'8 140 pound with brother and sister and a lot of respect for the constitution of family.

please reply only if serious.....

Although the wording was interesting... "army OR military?" Isn't the Army a large part of the military??
Well, here's to military love!
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