POC-Point of Contact
A troop is divided into platoons. Each platoon has a Point of Contact. The POC is the 1st person you call, when the world starts to fall apart.
That POC, will attempt to locate the correct information or pass your dilema on to the Family Readiness Group Leader (FRG Leader).
We may receive issues as large as the unfortunate suicide threat, or as small as a clogged toilet.
We attend a special "training" session to ensure we handle each call as appropriately as possible. I was shocked to find out we aren't SUPPOSED to respond to such calls with, "you are about as smart as a bag of hammers" or something as polite as "listen here soup sandwich". Apparently those are incorrect responses.
On top of the troublesome phone calls, we also do (atleast)a monthly call out to check on the status, well being of our wives, mothers and family members. I attempt to contact my family members twice a month. I have yet to master this schedule.
It never fails, I get one or two calls down, get side tracked in some sort of drama and forget who I'm talking to or why.
We keep track of each time we speak to a family member always notating the date and time for reference. Apparently my pen doesn't work well, because by my notes I am late by about 3 years. I may need to double check my calendar, but I am positive I spoke to someone in my platoon recently. Or I think they were in mine, they looked familiar. We all share that look of despair.
I may be the worst POC in the history of POCdom, but I figure if I'm going to be good at something it might as well be failure.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Atleast I'm Not Needy?
On my near daily trip to the commissary I had an epiphany. I look around and see nearly every stereotype looking back at me. Now don't get me wrong, in general I hate stereotypes. I know it just takes a handful of a group to make the rest look bad.
In the parking lot, there's the Asian man trying desperately to back his car up without running down a pedestrian. After pulling out and in about half a dozen times, he finally makes it. By the look on his face he had just won an Olympic event.
There's the black female, yelling into her bluetooth while swiviling her head and waving her index finger around.
There are the teenage boys of all races with their pants down around their rear. (Because for some reason they believe, I really need to see their boxers with hearts all over them, like cupid has decorated their asses.)
Then there's me.
Stereotypes are alive and well, and I'm slowly turning into atleast one of them.
Now there are MANY stereotypes regarding Army wives. Most aren't very pleasant.
We have been labeled as bitchy, hateful, needy, desperate, mentally unstable and unable to control our children.
So....which category I fall into, is again dependant of your perception of me.
To see me walking through the commissary with my 3 children in tow, you may believe I fall into all categories.
By the time we get to the checkout line, I have threatened to beat my children within an inch of their lives atleat 3 times. I catch myself in a deep conversation with my coupons, and by the time its my turn at the register my hair is down and the look of desperation covers my face. Buying a gallon of milk has somehow turned into a hostage negotiation as we near the candy display. DROP THE M&M'S!, LEAVE THE SKITTLES ALONE! THOSE ARE NOT SAMPLES, WOULD YOU STOP IT!
Once we reach the register, the last stereotype is that of an apparent Angel. Its the Korean wife bagging groceries. Always soft spoken, seems to have her act together. She simply asks the children, in the nicest, softest voice...hewo dare, you be good for you momma today? You would think her voice had magic as the children stop with awe.
So I will say while most stereotypes are an incorrect representation of a population, some may have a basis of truth. While I may begin to fall into a couple of stereotypical behaviors, atleast I'm not needy? lol
In the parking lot, there's the Asian man trying desperately to back his car up without running down a pedestrian. After pulling out and in about half a dozen times, he finally makes it. By the look on his face he had just won an Olympic event.
There's the black female, yelling into her bluetooth while swiviling her head and waving her index finger around.
There are the teenage boys of all races with their pants down around their rear. (Because for some reason they believe, I really need to see their boxers with hearts all over them, like cupid has decorated their asses.)
Then there's me.
Stereotypes are alive and well, and I'm slowly turning into atleast one of them.
Now there are MANY stereotypes regarding Army wives. Most aren't very pleasant.
We have been labeled as bitchy, hateful, needy, desperate, mentally unstable and unable to control our children.
So....which category I fall into, is again dependant of your perception of me.
To see me walking through the commissary with my 3 children in tow, you may believe I fall into all categories.
By the time we get to the checkout line, I have threatened to beat my children within an inch of their lives atleat 3 times. I catch myself in a deep conversation with my coupons, and by the time its my turn at the register my hair is down and the look of desperation covers my face. Buying a gallon of milk has somehow turned into a hostage negotiation as we near the candy display. DROP THE M&M'S!, LEAVE THE SKITTLES ALONE! THOSE ARE NOT SAMPLES, WOULD YOU STOP IT!
Once we reach the register, the last stereotype is that of an apparent Angel. Its the Korean wife bagging groceries. Always soft spoken, seems to have her act together. She simply asks the children, in the nicest, softest voice...hewo dare, you be good for you momma today? You would think her voice had magic as the children stop with awe.
So I will say while most stereotypes are an incorrect representation of a population, some may have a basis of truth. While I may begin to fall into a couple of stereotypical behaviors, atleast I'm not needy? lol
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Poop Bug!
There seems to be some sort of stomach issue going around post. It never fails we spend a day at the splash park and within 48 hours atleast one child is sick.
The cause for this is different depending upon whom you ask.
Some will say its just from the amount of children running around like carrier monkeys, some will say its just coincidence and others blame the recycled water. My favorite explanation has to be from my FRG Leader. Her theory is "the Poop Bug". Basically, a child squats over the sprinkler and inadvertently washes poop back onto the outlet. The it sprays back into the air and the other children are then contaminated. After we've caught this bug 3 times now, I'm starting to think she may have a point.
Its been 2 days now, and like clockwork we're sick. The day started off well enough, we had a T-Ball game, then off to celebrate the end of the season. We decided we'd meet back at the splash park. We pull into the parking lot and I hear "mommy I don't feel so good". Assuming just another bout of car sickness, I didn't think much about it. So we get out, get the baby in the stroller and as I bendover to strap her in...I hear BLAAHAHHHHAHAHAHH! Then I feel a splash of vomit over my feet. I turn around its my 7 year old. It appears she has some sort of Demon possession at this point, because the vomitting was enough to make Linda Blair ill.
I hold off looking at my feet, because I know once I do its game over. I reach for the half drank water bottles and start dumping over her legs and my feet trying to get some of the uck cleaned up before it becomes and epidemic. At this point its starting to look like a scene from a comedy.
My daughter has projectile vomitting, I'm gagging, my son is gagging, people walking to their cars are gagging and there's my youngest pointing and laughing.
So needless to say, my son didn't get to attend his T-ball party. Having your children miss out on milestones simply because their father isn't there to help out, can be heartbreaking. One of the other parents were nice enough to bring him his trophy however, so all is right with the world.
The cause for this is different depending upon whom you ask.
Some will say its just from the amount of children running around like carrier monkeys, some will say its just coincidence and others blame the recycled water. My favorite explanation has to be from my FRG Leader. Her theory is "the Poop Bug". Basically, a child squats over the sprinkler and inadvertently washes poop back onto the outlet. The it sprays back into the air and the other children are then contaminated. After we've caught this bug 3 times now, I'm starting to think she may have a point.
Its been 2 days now, and like clockwork we're sick. The day started off well enough, we had a T-Ball game, then off to celebrate the end of the season. We decided we'd meet back at the splash park. We pull into the parking lot and I hear "mommy I don't feel so good". Assuming just another bout of car sickness, I didn't think much about it. So we get out, get the baby in the stroller and as I bendover to strap her in...I hear BLAAHAHHHHAHAHAHH! Then I feel a splash of vomit over my feet. I turn around its my 7 year old. It appears she has some sort of Demon possession at this point, because the vomitting was enough to make Linda Blair ill.
I hold off looking at my feet, because I know once I do its game over. I reach for the half drank water bottles and start dumping over her legs and my feet trying to get some of the uck cleaned up before it becomes and epidemic. At this point its starting to look like a scene from a comedy.
My daughter has projectile vomitting, I'm gagging, my son is gagging, people walking to their cars are gagging and there's my youngest pointing and laughing.
So needless to say, my son didn't get to attend his T-ball party. Having your children miss out on milestones simply because their father isn't there to help out, can be heartbreaking. One of the other parents were nice enough to bring him his trophy however, so all is right with the world.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Half-way point!
Today marks 6 months, my husband has been deployed. Six months down, 6 months to go!
You can tell we've made it halfway by the attitude of the wives and children.
Some of the soldiers are coming home for their much needed R&R, some of the wives are waiting anxiously for their turn and the children are really starting to feel the effects of daddy being gone. But for most, this 2 week stint is bittersweet.
We know that 15 days later, we will be returning to the airport soldier in tow, kids crying and a repeat of the deployment day. As we walk through the terminal our man in uniform will usually receive atleast one, "THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE". Of course, this gratitude is appreciated, but its like a double edged sword.
Everytime we hear this statement, we almost automatically, grip a little tighter to our spouses hand. In an attempt to not be reminded everything we are giving up.
We'll stand there and wait for the final boarding calls, sick to our stomachs, again wondering if this is the last time we'll ever see them. We'll comfort our children the best we can, pretending we aren't worried so they don't pick up on our concern. We'll tell each other, its ok and it will be over soon. We'll take that one last deep breath to push down the fear. That breath is always followed by a sniffle.
We'll have one child in our arms, and usually atleast one against our hip.
Then he'll disappear into the boarding area, just out of our site.
We'll wait a little while, to see the plane take off. We'll hear "is that daddy's plane" atleast 10 times before we can say yes. Once "daddy's plane" is in the air, and the excitement of seeing the plane has passed, the children's tears will flow again.
Strangers will look at you, guage your reaction, some will say I'm sorry, others will stare. All you want to do, is give the entire airport the finger.
You can tell we've made it halfway by the attitude of the wives and children.
Some of the soldiers are coming home for their much needed R&R, some of the wives are waiting anxiously for their turn and the children are really starting to feel the effects of daddy being gone. But for most, this 2 week stint is bittersweet.
We know that 15 days later, we will be returning to the airport soldier in tow, kids crying and a repeat of the deployment day. As we walk through the terminal our man in uniform will usually receive atleast one, "THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE". Of course, this gratitude is appreciated, but its like a double edged sword.
Everytime we hear this statement, we almost automatically, grip a little tighter to our spouses hand. In an attempt to not be reminded everything we are giving up.
We'll stand there and wait for the final boarding calls, sick to our stomachs, again wondering if this is the last time we'll ever see them. We'll comfort our children the best we can, pretending we aren't worried so they don't pick up on our concern. We'll tell each other, its ok and it will be over soon. We'll take that one last deep breath to push down the fear. That breath is always followed by a sniffle.
We'll have one child in our arms, and usually atleast one against our hip.
Then he'll disappear into the boarding area, just out of our site.
We'll wait a little while, to see the plane take off. We'll hear "is that daddy's plane" atleast 10 times before we can say yes. Once "daddy's plane" is in the air, and the excitement of seeing the plane has passed, the children's tears will flow again.
Strangers will look at you, guage your reaction, some will say I'm sorry, others will stare. All you want to do, is give the entire airport the finger.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
You cannot be serious.
We have pretty major issues facing our country. We are dealing with a seemlessly never ending oil spill, 2 wars, terrorism, drugs, lack of medical care and immigration reform. But what does our government decide is more important?
1.Congress enacts the PACT bill. Supposedly aimed at stopping the trafficking of tobacco products, really just keeps the soldiers in Iraq and Afghanistan from getting access to nicotine. Because somebody in congress decided a pissed off soldier, with an M-16 should quit smoking. That will make the world a safer place.
2. An Army officer, is replaced because he can't keep his mouth shut. Now, I can see both sides of this argument. I won't deny that. He is a soldier first and foremost. He is supposed to do his job and keep his opinions to himself. However...I do believe the timing of his replacement is a bit suspect. Obama has been long accused of trying to convert our country to socialism at the least. One could look at this situation and believe this is the first step. If you question your government, you are considered a traitor.
Now I am not saying I am Anti-Obama. I'm just stating his timing could have been a bit better. I am not for or against Obama. He is our President and the position itself deserves a certain amount of respect if you agree with him or not.
I've read various statements of McChrystals, and I can't say as I disagree with some of his thoughts either. But he wears the uniform, therefore he should have had more decorum.
3. The Obama Initative- aimed at ending the crisis regarding "HOMELESS GAY YOUTH". Now I'm not saying this isn't a problem. But it seems a little specific. Don't worry about the homeless, don't worry about the youth, or gay rights. But if you are all
3, we can handle that!
These are just a handful of seemingly trivial things our congress is concerned about. Seems to me, we have more important things at hand. Like the newly formed Lake BP, being blown up on our way to the grocery store, and ensuring our soldiers come home safe.
1.Congress enacts the PACT bill. Supposedly aimed at stopping the trafficking of tobacco products, really just keeps the soldiers in Iraq and Afghanistan from getting access to nicotine. Because somebody in congress decided a pissed off soldier, with an M-16 should quit smoking. That will make the world a safer place.
2. An Army officer, is replaced because he can't keep his mouth shut. Now, I can see both sides of this argument. I won't deny that. He is a soldier first and foremost. He is supposed to do his job and keep his opinions to himself. However...I do believe the timing of his replacement is a bit suspect. Obama has been long accused of trying to convert our country to socialism at the least. One could look at this situation and believe this is the first step. If you question your government, you are considered a traitor.
Now I am not saying I am Anti-Obama. I'm just stating his timing could have been a bit better. I am not for or against Obama. He is our President and the position itself deserves a certain amount of respect if you agree with him or not.
I've read various statements of McChrystals, and I can't say as I disagree with some of his thoughts either. But he wears the uniform, therefore he should have had more decorum.
3. The Obama Initative- aimed at ending the crisis regarding "HOMELESS GAY YOUTH". Now I'm not saying this isn't a problem. But it seems a little specific. Don't worry about the homeless, don't worry about the youth, or gay rights. But if you are all
3, we can handle that!
These are just a handful of seemingly trivial things our congress is concerned about. Seems to me, we have more important things at hand. Like the newly formed Lake BP, being blown up on our way to the grocery store, and ensuring our soldiers come home safe.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
No! I No Sew for you!
There is a long running joke about nail salons and the Korean business owners that maintain such a shop. Well around an Army base, its not nail salons but dry cleaners and tailors. With the appearance of the "new" Army Combat Uniform the need for dry cleaning around the post has become virtually obsolete. So we are left with a few remaining shops that specialize in uniform repair and the making of name tags.
Alteration shops are essential when speaking of the new ACU's. The wash and wear uniform has a tendency to rip easily so we spend a lot of time at these locations.
A few days ago, a soldier home on R & R, rings my door bell and hands me 2 pair of ACU pants. I am told, my husband sent them home for me to have repaired. After 6 months on an Afghani camp out they were a little rank to say the least. Once I take them from the washer I am able to fully see the damage. I'm not sure what they are doing there, but it appears they are putting grenades in their pants.
So today I began a mission. I go to the well recommended alteration/repair shop. The always smiling happy Korean man comes to the counter. I show him my dilemma. I tell him I need to have these repaired. He looks at me shocked, and can only say...AHHHH, I NO, NO SEW FOR YOU! So I show him pair number 2, he looks more shocked by this pair than the 1st. NO, NO SEW FOR YOU, TOO BAD WAY TOO BAD!
At this point I'm not sure if its our language barrier or if I have offended him by bringing such disgrace to his shop. He recommends I try several different shops, then follows with "but, they no fix this for you. You try they still no fix".
So it looks like my husband will be receiving a new uniform, or be invading insurgent hideouts in is briefs. Brings a whole new meaning to "shock and awe".
But I'm really hoping, the Army will eventually re-think the whole ACU idea.
Alteration shops are essential when speaking of the new ACU's. The wash and wear uniform has a tendency to rip easily so we spend a lot of time at these locations.
A few days ago, a soldier home on R & R, rings my door bell and hands me 2 pair of ACU pants. I am told, my husband sent them home for me to have repaired. After 6 months on an Afghani camp out they were a little rank to say the least. Once I take them from the washer I am able to fully see the damage. I'm not sure what they are doing there, but it appears they are putting grenades in their pants.
So today I began a mission. I go to the well recommended alteration/repair shop. The always smiling happy Korean man comes to the counter. I show him my dilemma. I tell him I need to have these repaired. He looks at me shocked, and can only say...AHHHH, I NO, NO SEW FOR YOU! So I show him pair number 2, he looks more shocked by this pair than the 1st. NO, NO SEW FOR YOU, TOO BAD WAY TOO BAD!
At this point I'm not sure if its our language barrier or if I have offended him by bringing such disgrace to his shop. He recommends I try several different shops, then follows with "but, they no fix this for you. You try they still no fix".
So it looks like my husband will be receiving a new uniform, or be invading insurgent hideouts in is briefs. Brings a whole new meaning to "shock and awe".
But I'm really hoping, the Army will eventually re-think the whole ACU idea.
Monday, June 21, 2010
The Deployment Gnome
It seems like an old wives tale, or a childs story at best, but the Deployment Gnome is alive and well. Anyone familiar with deployments has most likely heard of this obnoxious little coneheaded man. Women have told stories of this gnome for years. Facebook pages have been dedicated to the location of the Deployment Gnome like he is a wanted man.
The Deployment Gnome travels from post to post wreaking havoc on the unsuspecting wives of deployed soldiers. His M.O. is always different, yet you know its always him.
For some, he may tamper with electricity, others hide your car keys. I have long suspected this Gnome of letting various wildlife into my garage and lately hiding my Wii Remote.
You hear stories of the evil being and believe it is the stories of mad women who have just been without their husbands for too long. But I am here to tell you, he is REAL. He's waiting, lurking outside your homes waiting for your husband to deploy so he can strike.
The Deployment Gnome is fond of children. He loves to ensure they are able to easily locate everything from candy to your most precious fragile knick knacks. He stands invisible and whispers, "its ok, she won't mind" in their ears. He speaks to them in their sleep, ensuring they know the phrases: "Daddy said I could, I hate you, and I don't know".
Anyone suspecting they are a victim of the Deployment Gnome should contact their local Behavioral Health Specialist, I can tell you he won't let up until you fill him with valium.
The Deployment Gnome travels from post to post wreaking havoc on the unsuspecting wives of deployed soldiers. His M.O. is always different, yet you know its always him.
For some, he may tamper with electricity, others hide your car keys. I have long suspected this Gnome of letting various wildlife into my garage and lately hiding my Wii Remote.
You hear stories of the evil being and believe it is the stories of mad women who have just been without their husbands for too long. But I am here to tell you, he is REAL. He's waiting, lurking outside your homes waiting for your husband to deploy so he can strike.
The Deployment Gnome is fond of children. He loves to ensure they are able to easily locate everything from candy to your most precious fragile knick knacks. He stands invisible and whispers, "its ok, she won't mind" in their ears. He speaks to them in their sleep, ensuring they know the phrases: "Daddy said I could, I hate you, and I don't know".
Anyone suspecting they are a victim of the Deployment Gnome should contact their local Behavioral Health Specialist, I can tell you he won't let up until you fill him with valium.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Happy Father's Day!
Today is yet another one of those holidays we miss with our loved ones.
For some its a very special day that reminds us how precious life is and how wonderful the sound of a childs laughter.
For others, its a reminder that maybe you should have listened to your wife and used a condom.
Being an Army wife, of course my husband isn't home to celebrate being a father. He won't be here to receive 1000 homemade pictures, where he has to pretend he knows what they drew. He won't be here to hear his youngest yell randomly "HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!" for the next 2 weeks. But most of all, he just won't be here.
In my attempt to find a decent Father's day gift to send to Afghanistan. I thought I would do an internet search. Finding things that are appropriate for mail to this desolate part of the world can prove nearly impossible. So I logged onto my computer, opened AOL Search and typed FATHERS DAY MILITARY.
What did my search results yield?....Join the US Army. So needless to say, my husband is getting a card.
My attempt to be thoughtful, will inadertently result in my enlistment into the Army. I'm not saying thats not a decent gift, however its probably better left to someone like my husband. Giving a rifle to someone like me and placing me in a warzone, is probably not the best Father's Day gift I could give. I would probably shoot myself in the foot and make everyday a Father's Day.
I'm that girl that can watch a scary movie, then scream when the bread pops out of the toaster.
So the moral of todays blog: Do not join the military, when you can send a card. Listen to your wives, she knows whats best and HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!
For some its a very special day that reminds us how precious life is and how wonderful the sound of a childs laughter.
For others, its a reminder that maybe you should have listened to your wife and used a condom.
Being an Army wife, of course my husband isn't home to celebrate being a father. He won't be here to receive 1000 homemade pictures, where he has to pretend he knows what they drew. He won't be here to hear his youngest yell randomly "HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!" for the next 2 weeks. But most of all, he just won't be here.
In my attempt to find a decent Father's day gift to send to Afghanistan. I thought I would do an internet search. Finding things that are appropriate for mail to this desolate part of the world can prove nearly impossible. So I logged onto my computer, opened AOL Search and typed FATHERS DAY MILITARY.
What did my search results yield?....Join the US Army. So needless to say, my husband is getting a card.
My attempt to be thoughtful, will inadertently result in my enlistment into the Army. I'm not saying thats not a decent gift, however its probably better left to someone like my husband. Giving a rifle to someone like me and placing me in a warzone, is probably not the best Father's Day gift I could give. I would probably shoot myself in the foot and make everyday a Father's Day.
I'm that girl that can watch a scary movie, then scream when the bread pops out of the toaster.
So the moral of todays blog: Do not join the military, when you can send a card. Listen to your wives, she knows whats best and HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!
Friday, June 18, 2010
I Love All Of God's Creatures.
At somepoint in my life I've given people various incorrect ideas as to my opinions of people.
If you are a man, you are inclined to think I hate all men.
If you are a woman, you are inclined to think I hate all women.
This pattern goes on and on with everyone from different races, creed, religions and even heights. So to derail this train of thought, I will say I do not actually hate any specific group.
I do not hate men. I love men, if I did not, I would probabaly become a lesbian. Do I like the way women have been treated by them, NO. However, I do not hold todays men accountable for the actions of previous generations.
I do not hate women. I do however, expect more from them, generally speaking. Our job may have a tendency to suck, but its ours. We cannot just lie down and take whatever comes our way. I will admit, one of my biggest pet peeves is to see a woman chase after or fight over a man. Men are not trophies we should compete for. I've never understood why a woman would physically fight for a man. Does your ability to kick another womans ass really make your more appealling to that man? Or is it divide and conquer that suits his fancy?
I do not hate people of other sexual orientations. I could care less. I've said on more than one occassion if I could figure out the whole Lesbian thing, I'd switch in a heartbeat! (crossing my fingers!!!)
I do not hate any other race. I do not believe one race is superior to another. I've never been able to understand why this is an issue. I do believe in order for the world to overcome racism we will have to give in. By this I mean, no more segregating practices. No more "inquiries" for job applications, no more affirmative actions, and no more "mark your race" columns on anytype of government paperwork.
I believe everyone should be welcome in this country. HOWEVER, with the issues our country has developed, I do believe they should be accounted for. If those of us here legally have to pay taxes, then so do the newly Americanized.
I do not believe Americans are better than another country. I believe it is better for me. I feel that no matter where you live, you should have an allegiance to that country. As long as its not misguided.
Now we get to the biggest one, Army Wives. This is the one most people assume I have the most hatred towards. I DO NOT HATE ARMY WIVES. Just the opposite.
If I didn't care, I would be indifferent. I've been doing this a while, I've seen numerous Army wives come and go. Unfortunately, its not always a good situation.
I've seen some make it through without a scratch, and I've seen some fall under extreme circumstances.
I've watched wives do everything from have breakdowns to ultimately committing suicide. I've watched as wives become addicted to drugs/alcohol to the moment they are murdered by a significant other. Watching things like this have a tendency to harden a person. I am a firm believer in potential.
Army wives have the potential to be so much, so when I see one spiraling down I get irritated, frustrated and most of all scared.
So to quote my favorite line: I love all of God's creatures. I just like some of them better stuffed.-Hope Floats
If you are a man, you are inclined to think I hate all men.
If you are a woman, you are inclined to think I hate all women.
This pattern goes on and on with everyone from different races, creed, religions and even heights. So to derail this train of thought, I will say I do not actually hate any specific group.
I do not hate men. I love men, if I did not, I would probabaly become a lesbian. Do I like the way women have been treated by them, NO. However, I do not hold todays men accountable for the actions of previous generations.
I do not hate women. I do however, expect more from them, generally speaking. Our job may have a tendency to suck, but its ours. We cannot just lie down and take whatever comes our way. I will admit, one of my biggest pet peeves is to see a woman chase after or fight over a man. Men are not trophies we should compete for. I've never understood why a woman would physically fight for a man. Does your ability to kick another womans ass really make your more appealling to that man? Or is it divide and conquer that suits his fancy?
I do not hate people of other sexual orientations. I could care less. I've said on more than one occassion if I could figure out the whole Lesbian thing, I'd switch in a heartbeat! (crossing my fingers!!!)
I do not hate any other race. I do not believe one race is superior to another. I've never been able to understand why this is an issue. I do believe in order for the world to overcome racism we will have to give in. By this I mean, no more segregating practices. No more "inquiries" for job applications, no more affirmative actions, and no more "mark your race" columns on anytype of government paperwork.
I believe everyone should be welcome in this country. HOWEVER, with the issues our country has developed, I do believe they should be accounted for. If those of us here legally have to pay taxes, then so do the newly Americanized.
I do not believe Americans are better than another country. I believe it is better for me. I feel that no matter where you live, you should have an allegiance to that country. As long as its not misguided.
Now we get to the biggest one, Army Wives. This is the one most people assume I have the most hatred towards. I DO NOT HATE ARMY WIVES. Just the opposite.
If I didn't care, I would be indifferent. I've been doing this a while, I've seen numerous Army wives come and go. Unfortunately, its not always a good situation.
I've seen some make it through without a scratch, and I've seen some fall under extreme circumstances.
I've watched wives do everything from have breakdowns to ultimately committing suicide. I've watched as wives become addicted to drugs/alcohol to the moment they are murdered by a significant other. Watching things like this have a tendency to harden a person. I am a firm believer in potential.
Army wives have the potential to be so much, so when I see one spiraling down I get irritated, frustrated and most of all scared.
So to quote my favorite line: I love all of God's creatures. I just like some of them better stuffed.-Hope Floats
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Really?
I was reading an online article the other day, regarding Army wives and the rate of depression amongst us.
Apparently, an Army wife is 18% more likely to suffer from depression and the wife of a deployed soldier is at a 28% increase for chance of depression. Really???
Did they need to waste an entire website to tell us a no crap statement?
Thats like saying munchkins have a hard time reaching the counter!
Occording to the brainiacs behind the article, when a soldier works long hours and leaves the wives home with the children we get upset. Then when that soldier is deployed to a war zone, where there is lack of communication and a constant WAR we get overly concerned. That concern makes us spiral into a never ending depression.
Oddly enough the idea of becoming a widow and leaving our children fatherless isn't as comforting as some would think? Weird.
That depression lasts until the soldier returns home safely, then depression symptoms seem to decrease. ODD, huh! Apparently there is some correlation to your spouse being in danger with that of a womans mood. Who knew?
I love articles relating to Army life. I've definitely come across several that are note worthy. But some just make you want to b#%^@slap the writer.
Apparently, an Army wife is 18% more likely to suffer from depression and the wife of a deployed soldier is at a 28% increase for chance of depression. Really???
Did they need to waste an entire website to tell us a no crap statement?
Thats like saying munchkins have a hard time reaching the counter!
Occording to the brainiacs behind the article, when a soldier works long hours and leaves the wives home with the children we get upset. Then when that soldier is deployed to a war zone, where there is lack of communication and a constant WAR we get overly concerned. That concern makes us spiral into a never ending depression.
Oddly enough the idea of becoming a widow and leaving our children fatherless isn't as comforting as some would think? Weird.
That depression lasts until the soldier returns home safely, then depression symptoms seem to decrease. ODD, huh! Apparently there is some correlation to your spouse being in danger with that of a womans mood. Who knew?
I love articles relating to Army life. I've definitely come across several that are note worthy. But some just make you want to b#%^@slap the writer.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Invictus
For some reason, these last few days have been rather taxing on my soul. I'm almost half-way through a deployment and its starting to become obvious. I have to remind myself and my children, we've made it up the hill, we're at the top and on our way back down. When I have these days I have a favorite poem that I've loved for many, many years. Long before the movie. In particular its the last two lines I hold most dear.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
I find this poem applies completely to Army life. We make fight or flight choices every day. We can conquer or be conquered. But at the end of the day WE decide how our lives will go!
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
I find this poem applies completely to Army life. We make fight or flight choices every day. We can conquer or be conquered. But at the end of the day WE decide how our lives will go!
Monday, June 14, 2010
HomoeusMilitarius- Part 2
In one of my previous blogs I addressed the issue of Gays in the military and the possible repeal of the "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy. I gave my opinion truthfully and I stand by that opinion. What a person does in their bedroom should stay in their bedroom.
Apparently my opinion has upset the masses. Obviously if I don't feel the need to know about your sex life, I must be a homophobe and hate all people different from me.
I also, do not feel the need to know about the sex lives of straight people, canines or members of the lollipop guild. So obviously, someone of my stature must be ready to protest letting straights, midgets and dogs into the Army. (sarcasm for those who need an explaination)
I won't tell you about my lack of sex life, if you don't tell me about yours.
Again, there is no room for sex in the US Army!
Now, with that being said, I do have concerns where this repeal is involved. Its not that I'm against the repeal, but I'm not necessarily for it either.
I don't really have an opinion as to if being gay is right or wrong. Again, I could care less. My concerns are of a completely different nature.
In THIS country, being gay has become synonymous with being fabulous. Granted I don't think they will allow adding Rhinestones to the uniforms anytime soon and most soldiers could definitely use some fashion sense- however being a gay man, does not remove your penis. As a female, I find it insulting when a gay man carries himself as such. Women have it hard enough without being mocked by a man.
My fear is by removing the "DADT" policy, and making it possible to flaunt your sex life, you are making a mockery of whats left of the Army.
Be Gay, but be you!
I don't care what you do in your bedroom, keep it in your bedroom.
Apparently my opinion has upset the masses. Obviously if I don't feel the need to know about your sex life, I must be a homophobe and hate all people different from me.
I also, do not feel the need to know about the sex lives of straight people, canines or members of the lollipop guild. So obviously, someone of my stature must be ready to protest letting straights, midgets and dogs into the Army. (sarcasm for those who need an explaination)
I won't tell you about my lack of sex life, if you don't tell me about yours.
Again, there is no room for sex in the US Army!
Now, with that being said, I do have concerns where this repeal is involved. Its not that I'm against the repeal, but I'm not necessarily for it either.
I don't really have an opinion as to if being gay is right or wrong. Again, I could care less. My concerns are of a completely different nature.
In THIS country, being gay has become synonymous with being fabulous. Granted I don't think they will allow adding Rhinestones to the uniforms anytime soon and most soldiers could definitely use some fashion sense- however being a gay man, does not remove your penis. As a female, I find it insulting when a gay man carries himself as such. Women have it hard enough without being mocked by a man.
My fear is by removing the "DADT" policy, and making it possible to flaunt your sex life, you are making a mockery of whats left of the Army.
Be Gay, but be you!
I don't care what you do in your bedroom, keep it in your bedroom.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Its an Army base??
As I sat at the on post movie theater today, I couldn't help but remember a conversation I previously "overheard" (eavesdropped)on a while back.
There were a group of Army wives, who had gone to the movies the night before. One was complaining about the National Anthem being played before the movie. This of course, couldn't be left with a simple statement. As she was finishing her complaint, another wife joined in. Her statement was not only appalling, but down right ignorant.
"I can't believe they'd make us stand for the Anthem before a movie. Its like WELCOME TO COMMUNISM". Obviously stupidity is contagious, because another wife joined in with a vague reference to NAZI GERMANY. Of course, this reference inevitably leads to former President George W. Bush in the role of Hitler.
I have an issue with almost all of this conversation, yet I keep my mouth shut(only because I was too stunned to speak).
1st, I really don't know how one comes to the comparison of GW Bush with Hitler.
But I guess thats a moot point.
2nd, This is the United States Of America. We live on an Army post, in the United States Of America. Why wouldn't we stand for the Anthem?
3rd, What exactly is it you think your soldiers do for a living? I'm sure a job at the Piggly Wiggly wouldn't force you to stand for the anthem at the local bowling alley. Maybe they should check out that bagboy after all. I'm sure once he gets his braces off he'll be a hell of a catch.
But I return to original issue. These wives quickly tire of the Movie Theater drama, and move to the issue of Reveille. They couldn't believe, that the US Army would play such a thing. Don't they know people are sleeping! This statement, just washed a feeling of confusion over me.
Somehow the purpose of the, weird music (as it was referred) seem to bypass her. I didn't know if I had heard her correctly at this point. Was this an odd dream? She seriously did not just make that statement.
After a while, I just walked over to the group and said WOW! I told the kids to get their things we were gonna go home. My oldest said why mommy? I could only respond with "I'm afraid you might catch stupidity".
There were a group of Army wives, who had gone to the movies the night before. One was complaining about the National Anthem being played before the movie. This of course, couldn't be left with a simple statement. As she was finishing her complaint, another wife joined in. Her statement was not only appalling, but down right ignorant.
"I can't believe they'd make us stand for the Anthem before a movie. Its like WELCOME TO COMMUNISM". Obviously stupidity is contagious, because another wife joined in with a vague reference to NAZI GERMANY. Of course, this reference inevitably leads to former President George W. Bush in the role of Hitler.
I have an issue with almost all of this conversation, yet I keep my mouth shut(only because I was too stunned to speak).
1st, I really don't know how one comes to the comparison of GW Bush with Hitler.
But I guess thats a moot point.
2nd, This is the United States Of America. We live on an Army post, in the United States Of America. Why wouldn't we stand for the Anthem?
3rd, What exactly is it you think your soldiers do for a living? I'm sure a job at the Piggly Wiggly wouldn't force you to stand for the anthem at the local bowling alley. Maybe they should check out that bagboy after all. I'm sure once he gets his braces off he'll be a hell of a catch.
But I return to original issue. These wives quickly tire of the Movie Theater drama, and move to the issue of Reveille. They couldn't believe, that the US Army would play such a thing. Don't they know people are sleeping! This statement, just washed a feeling of confusion over me.
Somehow the purpose of the, weird music (as it was referred) seem to bypass her. I didn't know if I had heard her correctly at this point. Was this an odd dream? She seriously did not just make that statement.
After a while, I just walked over to the group and said WOW! I told the kids to get their things we were gonna go home. My oldest said why mommy? I could only respond with "I'm afraid you might catch stupidity".
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Drop and give me 20!! (dollars)
With all the recent news reports, issues and overall insanity regarding Military wives in general, I've decided on a course of action that can benefit all involved.
ARMY WIFE BOOT CAMP.
It will be a mandatory program before being allowed to marry into the Army.
Basically, it will be led by a group of seasoned, hard core "OLD Army" wives. We will lead according to a ranking system similar to that of the soldier. Time/MOS will determine the ranking position. Notice I didn't say Pay Grade! Our own Time/MOS. A spouse who has been doing this job for 10 yrs and her soldier is say infantry, would outrank, a wife of 5 yrs whos soldier never deploys.
Wives of retired soldiers would automatically be in a command position.
We want to get as accurate training as possible to ensure these new "recruits" are up to the challenge of daily Army life.
We will learn skill sets, such as
Complaining properly
How to go 2 wks without your spouse or a nervous breakdown
Case lot sales...friend or foe
Volunteering: You will do this willingly, if you like it or not!
and
Family Readiness Groups: we are a lot meaner than they seem on TV.
Pushups are not mandatory for this training camp, because we will learn the proper protocol for griping at the post gym. We do not run in a traditional sense, but use training dummies resembling our soldiers leaving for deployment.(like a greyhound after a rabbit) I find this is the best way to get a wife to run.
Graduation from training camp is score based. The wife who scores highest on field activities will be considered for special privileges. The wife who scores lowest however.... she will be recycled until she either dies, gives up or the soldier who chose her has lost interest.
Once graduation is complete...she will go before a review board. This review board will consist of current Troop FRG members. She will then be approved/denied for marriage.
If she is approved she will be given further instruction and a mentor for her 1st 2 yrs as an Army wife. Those who are denied, unfortunately....will be shot from a catapult over the gates to Post entrance. The soldier who had picked her will be repeatedly shot in the ass with a pellet gun, until he decides to do better.
ARMY WIFE BOOT CAMP.
It will be a mandatory program before being allowed to marry into the Army.
Basically, it will be led by a group of seasoned, hard core "OLD Army" wives. We will lead according to a ranking system similar to that of the soldier. Time/MOS will determine the ranking position. Notice I didn't say Pay Grade! Our own Time/MOS. A spouse who has been doing this job for 10 yrs and her soldier is say infantry, would outrank, a wife of 5 yrs whos soldier never deploys.
Wives of retired soldiers would automatically be in a command position.
We want to get as accurate training as possible to ensure these new "recruits" are up to the challenge of daily Army life.
We will learn skill sets, such as
Complaining properly
How to go 2 wks without your spouse or a nervous breakdown
Case lot sales...friend or foe
Volunteering: You will do this willingly, if you like it or not!
and
Family Readiness Groups: we are a lot meaner than they seem on TV.
Pushups are not mandatory for this training camp, because we will learn the proper protocol for griping at the post gym. We do not run in a traditional sense, but use training dummies resembling our soldiers leaving for deployment.(like a greyhound after a rabbit) I find this is the best way to get a wife to run.
Graduation from training camp is score based. The wife who scores highest on field activities will be considered for special privileges. The wife who scores lowest however.... she will be recycled until she either dies, gives up or the soldier who chose her has lost interest.
Once graduation is complete...she will go before a review board. This review board will consist of current Troop FRG members. She will then be approved/denied for marriage.
If she is approved she will be given further instruction and a mentor for her 1st 2 yrs as an Army wife. Those who are denied, unfortunately....will be shot from a catapult over the gates to Post entrance. The soldier who had picked her will be repeatedly shot in the ass with a pellet gun, until he decides to do better.
Friday, June 11, 2010
You're an Army Wife, act like it!
Ok, so tonights blog may be a bit more of a rant than a Day In The Life Of An Army Wife blog, but here it goes!
Do not get me wrong when I say what I'm about to say. I am not a "Femi-Nazi" by any means, and I do not, in general have any real negative feelings toward men.
Women of the past have fought, bled and died for the rest of us to be where we are today. For centuries we have been treated as the much lesser counter-part to the man.
We've been told that our lack of appendage makes us weak and illogical.
(This can only be true if we accept that man carries his strength and intelligence in his pants.)
Its a stereotype all women have had to deal with at some point in our lives.
Overcoming this stereotype and thought of women is frustrating to say the least.
So, when you think about all the women who have been tortured, beaten and even murdered so we can be seen as close to equal with a man as we are, its more than frustrating- I would say infuriating when I hear a female complain about her lot in life.
We are Army Wives. I understand that we miss our husbands and we get lonely. However, anybody who marries into the military and does not expect this type of thing is in for a rude awakening.
Sitting around, crying and acting like its the end of the world just because your SOLDIER husband has to do his job, is not only ridiculous but sets feminism back 40 years. The only thing these wives are proving, is maybe they were right about us all along.
Don't get me wrong, I know how scary this life can be. But I also know, posting "I can't take it anymore" rants online, telling your husband things like "Its me or the Army" and crying everytime he calls is pathetic.
We don't attempt to bring our husbands home everytime there's the smallest of issues. We suck it up and we deal with it.
Some/Most Army wives have at some point had to go through major traumatic events without our spouses. We have babies, we bury loved ones, we have extended hospital stays, we deal with fires, floods and daily insanity. We DO NOT lay down and die.
Anybody who knows me, knows this is a very hot button topic for me. Some people reading this will make rude comments and say stupid things like "she just doesn't know" so lets go over quickly what I don't know....
My 1st ever deployment, I dealt with....
Being 8 months pregnant when he left
Having a baby a month later
Having that baby (3wks old) hospitalized for 3 days in the Intensive Care unit.
Having 6 (yes 6) surgeries at once. With a week in the hospital.
From my hospital bed I ran the troop FRG and managed to pump breastmilk to feed the baby.
I dealt with other wives suicide attempts, deaths and overdoses.
2nd Deployment....
Had a 2 yr old, and a newborn when he left.
Newborn hospitalized for penicillin allergy.
Collapsed roof, tornado that blew out all windows, and various landlord related issues.
3 break-ins at surrounding houses, one known intruder Registered Sex Offender
This is the lesser of the crimes in my neighborhood.
3rd Deployment (at only 5 months out)...
Have 3 children ages 2,4 and 6.
House FLOODS, ruins most of living room
After....tornado ruined back yard.
Psychotic racoon living in attic space
Father in-law in hospice care from stroke
Mother in-law diabetic with severe foot infection (could require amputation if continues)
Bio-father, as per Dr. less than a year to live. Just had major surgery as well.
Bio-mother, now on disability do to physical ailments
Step-father, having massive heart conditions
and....
Youngest child has to meet with pediatric orthopedic surgeon.
and I will do this alone. Why? because I have to.
I WILL NOT bring my husband home, I will not even attempt to do so. He has a job to do. It might suck, but he will do it. Simply because I will do mine!
We are not just wives, we are ARMY wives
Do not get me wrong when I say what I'm about to say. I am not a "Femi-Nazi" by any means, and I do not, in general have any real negative feelings toward men.
Women of the past have fought, bled and died for the rest of us to be where we are today. For centuries we have been treated as the much lesser counter-part to the man.
We've been told that our lack of appendage makes us weak and illogical.
(This can only be true if we accept that man carries his strength and intelligence in his pants.)
Its a stereotype all women have had to deal with at some point in our lives.
Overcoming this stereotype and thought of women is frustrating to say the least.
So, when you think about all the women who have been tortured, beaten and even murdered so we can be seen as close to equal with a man as we are, its more than frustrating- I would say infuriating when I hear a female complain about her lot in life.
We are Army Wives. I understand that we miss our husbands and we get lonely. However, anybody who marries into the military and does not expect this type of thing is in for a rude awakening.
Sitting around, crying and acting like its the end of the world just because your SOLDIER husband has to do his job, is not only ridiculous but sets feminism back 40 years. The only thing these wives are proving, is maybe they were right about us all along.
Don't get me wrong, I know how scary this life can be. But I also know, posting "I can't take it anymore" rants online, telling your husband things like "Its me or the Army" and crying everytime he calls is pathetic.
We don't attempt to bring our husbands home everytime there's the smallest of issues. We suck it up and we deal with it.
Some/Most Army wives have at some point had to go through major traumatic events without our spouses. We have babies, we bury loved ones, we have extended hospital stays, we deal with fires, floods and daily insanity. We DO NOT lay down and die.
Anybody who knows me, knows this is a very hot button topic for me. Some people reading this will make rude comments and say stupid things like "she just doesn't know" so lets go over quickly what I don't know....
My 1st ever deployment, I dealt with....
Being 8 months pregnant when he left
Having a baby a month later
Having that baby (3wks old) hospitalized for 3 days in the Intensive Care unit.
Having 6 (yes 6) surgeries at once. With a week in the hospital.
From my hospital bed I ran the troop FRG and managed to pump breastmilk to feed the baby.
I dealt with other wives suicide attempts, deaths and overdoses.
2nd Deployment....
Had a 2 yr old, and a newborn when he left.
Newborn hospitalized for penicillin allergy.
Collapsed roof, tornado that blew out all windows, and various landlord related issues.
3 break-ins at surrounding houses, one known intruder Registered Sex Offender
This is the lesser of the crimes in my neighborhood.
3rd Deployment (at only 5 months out)...
Have 3 children ages 2,4 and 6.
House FLOODS, ruins most of living room
After....tornado ruined back yard.
Psychotic racoon living in attic space
Father in-law in hospice care from stroke
Mother in-law diabetic with severe foot infection (could require amputation if continues)
Bio-father, as per Dr. less than a year to live. Just had major surgery as well.
Bio-mother, now on disability do to physical ailments
Step-father, having massive heart conditions
and....
Youngest child has to meet with pediatric orthopedic surgeon.
and I will do this alone. Why? because I have to.
I WILL NOT bring my husband home, I will not even attempt to do so. He has a job to do. It might suck, but he will do it. Simply because I will do mine!
We are not just wives, we are ARMY wives
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
I'm not nosy, I'm a concerned citizen!
If one were to spend too much time on an Army base, you may get the impression all Army wives are nosy, gossipy and frustrating in general. You may be right.
Keep in mind, we spend months upon months alone. We may have no human contact (with the exception of the time we spend yelling at our children)for days.
For example: Today I did not speak to another adult until approximately 6:30pm.
My conversation skills are limited to "PUT THAT DOWN" and "STOP PUNCHING YOUR SISTER IN THE BUTT".
So with this in mind, some of our behavior is almost understandable. Like how when you get two of us together, we talk about who did what, when, why and where. We are great with specifics! We are sure not to leave any information unattended. We've convinced ourselves it not "gossip", but concern.
You never know the kind of safety issue you could be facing, when somebody wears a tube top to the commissary. Perhaps, you heard one "specific" wife got a housing citation for not keeping her lawn under the specified maximum height. Not to mention, when the spouse of a deployed soldier has a "relative" come vist. This topic can provide hours of (Intelligence Gathering)entertainment for those of us lacking adult contact on a regular basis.
Why, just tonight at my son's T-Ball practice, I learned that in another unit.....
One wife gave a ride home to another soldier, but the women behind me didn't think that was appropriate. (turns out, he was an injured soldier who's car broke down- Jezebel!!)
That SAME wife, had the nerve to say she would take over the FRG when that leader leaves. (I know I was appalled!- Seriously, why? Volunteering! is she nuts?)
I also, learned that soldiers who post things of any nature on Facebook, should be relieved of their right to wear the Uniform.(apparently Facebook is the Gateway to Hell- who knew?)
So you never know, when knowing this seemingly useless information MAY SAVE YOUR LIFE! I have to end the blog for tonight, I think I just saw my neighbors lights come on!!!!
Keep in mind, we spend months upon months alone. We may have no human contact (with the exception of the time we spend yelling at our children)for days.
For example: Today I did not speak to another adult until approximately 6:30pm.
My conversation skills are limited to "PUT THAT DOWN" and "STOP PUNCHING YOUR SISTER IN THE BUTT".
So with this in mind, some of our behavior is almost understandable. Like how when you get two of us together, we talk about who did what, when, why and where. We are great with specifics! We are sure not to leave any information unattended. We've convinced ourselves it not "gossip", but concern.
You never know the kind of safety issue you could be facing, when somebody wears a tube top to the commissary. Perhaps, you heard one "specific" wife got a housing citation for not keeping her lawn under the specified maximum height. Not to mention, when the spouse of a deployed soldier has a "relative" come vist. This topic can provide hours of (Intelligence Gathering)entertainment for those of us lacking adult contact on a regular basis.
Why, just tonight at my son's T-Ball practice, I learned that in another unit.....
One wife gave a ride home to another soldier, but the women behind me didn't think that was appropriate. (turns out, he was an injured soldier who's car broke down- Jezebel!!)
That SAME wife, had the nerve to say she would take over the FRG when that leader leaves. (I know I was appalled!- Seriously, why? Volunteering! is she nuts?)
I also, learned that soldiers who post things of any nature on Facebook, should be relieved of their right to wear the Uniform.(apparently Facebook is the Gateway to Hell- who knew?)
So you never know, when knowing this seemingly useless information MAY SAVE YOUR LIFE! I have to end the blog for tonight, I think I just saw my neighbors lights come on!!!!
Monday, June 7, 2010
You didn't go to basic, you don't get to wear the stripes.
Ok, so there seems to be a big issue within the military regarding the spouse and their husbands (sometimes wives) rank. Somewhere down the line, some woman inadvertently used the phrase "we are"(sgts, colonels, etc). This has apparently cause a large amount of confusion as to the status of the military spouse.
So, here's the deal. As a general rule, if you've ever been through basic training, had a Drill Sgt call you a slew of unpleasant names or been forced to do unimaginable amounts of pushups by the US Military, you have earned the right to have a rank preceding your name.
Your soldier, may be a Captain, a Colonel or a Private. It does not matter. You can speak to whomever you like, in any manner you would like. But remember, the person on the other end of that conversation reserves the right to put you in your proper place. Your husband being an officer, does not protect you from the wrath of the Specialists wife. So on, and so on.
No, I'm not trying to stereotype all wives that would be ridiculous. But this small population are giving the rest of us a hard time. I remember the first time, this happened to me. I was a lot younger, and didn't believe I had the right to speak up, for the fear my husband would feel the retribution. With a person such as myself (My mouth is a bit faster than my brain)that feeling doesn't last long.
If you can stand up, and tell a soldiers wife to put that rank in an unspecified location you may just make it.
Possibly even be more respected because of it. (Or everybody will think you're crazy and stay away from you)Either way, Army life is what you make it.
So, here's the deal. As a general rule, if you've ever been through basic training, had a Drill Sgt call you a slew of unpleasant names or been forced to do unimaginable amounts of pushups by the US Military, you have earned the right to have a rank preceding your name.
Your soldier, may be a Captain, a Colonel or a Private. It does not matter. You can speak to whomever you like, in any manner you would like. But remember, the person on the other end of that conversation reserves the right to put you in your proper place. Your husband being an officer, does not protect you from the wrath of the Specialists wife. So on, and so on.
No, I'm not trying to stereotype all wives that would be ridiculous. But this small population are giving the rest of us a hard time. I remember the first time, this happened to me. I was a lot younger, and didn't believe I had the right to speak up, for the fear my husband would feel the retribution. With a person such as myself (My mouth is a bit faster than my brain)that feeling doesn't last long.
If you can stand up, and tell a soldiers wife to put that rank in an unspecified location you may just make it.
Possibly even be more respected because of it. (Or everybody will think you're crazy and stay away from you)Either way, Army life is what you make it.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Hands Across Americans
I've come to the realization that some people just deserve to be smacked.
We as a nation should pass some sort of law, that a minimum of once a day, you must b!#@^slap someone. Whether its a stranger, friend or irritating in-law, you must just walk up to them and smack them across the face.
Now I know this may seem harsh, however Americans in general are in need of a wake up call. Not only would this act provide the necessary reality check, (we are all in need of), it would also release pent up agression we seem to be so fond of these days.
I'm not condoning the use of violence to solve any problem. I fully believe in the thought "war doesn't decide who's right, but who's left". (although you do have less people to convice you were right that way, but thats another story)
However....It used to be, if you had an issue with someone, it would be handled in a physical matter. Now we are expected to solve our problems with words, thoughts and high roads. The problem with this approach, is humans are still animals.
Taking the high road, sounds wonderful on paper. (as does communism and Spiderman)
The problem with the high road, is some of us are scared of heights.
So instead of dealing with our issues, we go to therapy and talk to a stranger instead of the source. I am not knocking therapy in any way. But, while it may temporarily help to vent it does not actually remove the issue.
I find that those who take this approach on a regular basis, are left feeling more victimized and repressed than people who deal with issues head on. For ex: if Jeffery Dahmer or Ted Bundy hadn't always been "such nice guys", maybe their neighbors would have caught on to their serial killing extra curricular activities.
So here is my proposal....
When you wake up in the morning, stretch and thank the Lord you have risen another day. Then ring your neighbors door bell, and b!@#$slap them.
If you can't do it for yourself, do it for your country!
We as a nation should pass some sort of law, that a minimum of once a day, you must b!#@^slap someone. Whether its a stranger, friend or irritating in-law, you must just walk up to them and smack them across the face.
Now I know this may seem harsh, however Americans in general are in need of a wake up call. Not only would this act provide the necessary reality check, (we are all in need of), it would also release pent up agression we seem to be so fond of these days.
I'm not condoning the use of violence to solve any problem. I fully believe in the thought "war doesn't decide who's right, but who's left". (although you do have less people to convice you were right that way, but thats another story)
However....It used to be, if you had an issue with someone, it would be handled in a physical matter. Now we are expected to solve our problems with words, thoughts and high roads. The problem with this approach, is humans are still animals.
Taking the high road, sounds wonderful on paper. (as does communism and Spiderman)
The problem with the high road, is some of us are scared of heights.
So instead of dealing with our issues, we go to therapy and talk to a stranger instead of the source. I am not knocking therapy in any way. But, while it may temporarily help to vent it does not actually remove the issue.
I find that those who take this approach on a regular basis, are left feeling more victimized and repressed than people who deal with issues head on. For ex: if Jeffery Dahmer or Ted Bundy hadn't always been "such nice guys", maybe their neighbors would have caught on to their serial killing extra curricular activities.
So here is my proposal....
When you wake up in the morning, stretch and thank the Lord you have risen another day. Then ring your neighbors door bell, and b!@#$slap them.
If you can't do it for yourself, do it for your country!
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