The Weather Girls, 1982
It’s raining men.
And gear.
And uniforms.
And socks.
And boots.
Oh, we are so glad to have them home, but wow.
Has it begun for you yet? Is the homecoming honeymoon over?
Studying is easy for me. I organize my time wisely and give myself at least an hour every day devoted to my books. It wasn’t always that easy, though.
When I first started my degree, I studied very little or not at all. I believed the best way to pass the big test was to keep the information fresh: wait until the day of the test and cram as much information in as I could.
Another one bites the dust.
Another friend just received PCS orders that her family didn’t expect. So, off to Alaska they will go this June. This announcement comes after a slew of other Facebook posts from people across our community here who are packing up and heading out.
And we are still here.
We have neighbors who have never been to downtown Waikiki.
When we were stationed in South Korea, I had friends who never left the base.
In North Carolina, many military families had no idea that the Atlantic beaches were only about a two-hour drive east.
As someone who loves to travel, the idea of these military families living through a self-induced house arrest absolutely kills me.
I get it. You are not stationed in a pretty place. It’s too expensive. You don’t like it. You’re not interested. You miss home.
Shinedown, 2012
He's home! Yay! Oh crap! What now?
I hope someone besides me is thinking that. If not, I may be closer than I thought to being fitted with my own monogrammed straight jacket.
I would absolutely be lying if I said I didn’t love military contests. There are so many, almost too many, to keep up with on the webpages for the commissary, the library, the gym, etc. And often, there are not a lot of entries, which makes your chance of winning even better.
For a split second, I feared for our lives.
My husband, toddlers and I were hunkered down in a tent for a weekend campout. My older son was in his own mini-tent. Six Girl Scouts, including my daughter, were split into two small tents, just footsteps from ours.
Readers, please join me in welcoming home Sarah Young’s husband, Bill, and all the soldiers who are finally in the arms of their loved one this week.
Winter on the East Coast has not been kind to our family.
In the last two months we have been hit with the flu, stomach bugs and every respiratory illness in the book. This is my first cold and flu season with two kids and I am now officially a pro at getting a puking kid to the bathroom while simultaneously using one hand to give a squirmy baby a breathing treatment.
My husband is due to deploy in the next couple of months and I am desperately seeking some kind of plan - a roadmap to cling to.
This is our fourth deployment.
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